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This BBC podcast is supported by ads outside the uk. I'm Zing Singh. And I'm Simon Jack. And together we host Good Bad Billionaire, the podcast exploring the lives of some of the world's richest people. In the new season, we're setting our sights on some big names. Yep, LeBron James and Martha Stewart, to name just a few. And as always, Simon and I are trying to decide whether we think they're good, bad or just another billionaire. That's good. Bad Billionaire from the BBC World Service. Listen now, wherever you get your BBC Podcasts. BBC Sounds Music Radio podcasts. You're listening to the archers omnibus from BBC Radio 4. Breakfast in the garden for my beautiful wife. Oh, thank you. I might make pajamas. And no makeup. My new look. You should. It suits you. Wild bed hair and a sleep smudged face. Sleep smudge. You look gorgeous. I certainly feel relaxed. We ever get to just sit down and chat? Not once since Nova and Serum were born. I think there might have been five minutes in the spring of 2023. I don't know. Helen said that she'd get them an ice cream after they finished feeding the goats. Hopefully that will give us a bit longer. Good thinking, Mrs. Archer. Croissant? Oh, yes, please. Garden's not looking too bad considering Helen's not done much to it. Did you prune the bushes at the back? It definitely seems to be more light. Yeah, Helen helped me with a bit of lopping and chopping yesterday, but I didn't want to do too much before we talked about exactly what we want. Would be nice to get professionals in landscape gardeners and the dream scenario where we could have whatever we wanted, like a wood fired sauna and a terrace of fruit trees. I was thinking more of a space launch pad and a magic money tree and back in the real world where the mortgage is crippling us. It'd be good if we could just make the garden a great place for the girls to play in. We need to get rid of that hideous playhouse Lee built for a start. We might have to be a bit diplomatic about that around Helen. True. I need to get them some kind of den to replace it though. All children will have a place to hide. I saw a beautiful little playhouse in a garden center site I was looking at. It was just like a hobbit's home. Well, let's treat the girls something like that. It's when the money comes through for Gran's will. I thought any inheritance would be earmarked for the business and essential work on the house. We should have Enough to get the girls their forest den. And then they can rewild the garden around it. Peggy would approve of the house? She would. It's all working out better than I thought it would. Sharing the house with Helen and the boys. But I can't wait until it's just us. With any luck, Helen will use her money from Gran as a deposit on a house. That would be great. She could even be in her own place by the autumn. Yeah, well. Okay, enough dreaming. I'm gonna take advantage of the boys being out to jump on their racing game. Try and beat my personal best. You're gonna spend the morning gaming? Yeah. And I refuse to feel guilty. Not like I ever get a whole day to just laze about playing cricket later. And I'll be chasing after the girls all afternoon. Oh, Tom. I was excited about having the house to ourselves for once. You could watch me race. We could even go on two player mode. We could. Or we could go back to bed. And not just to sleep for once. Hey, Linda. Lily. I'm pretty pleased with that performance. Indeed. I thought Tom was superb in the field. Oh, that catch. My heart was in my mouth. And I must say, I did a little celebratory jig. Quite unbecoming for a club chair. Perfectly acceptable behaviour in my book. Especially when we're the newbies up against the favourites to win. Nova and Seren spent the rest of the innings doing their own version of Linda's celebration. Well, Borchester Fourths are a formidable young team. I'm delighted we're holding our own. We're in shock. It's like something's just clicked into place. Cogs and wheels fitting together well, whether it's down to improved fitness or magic fairy dust. All I ask is that you hold on to that team spirit. Keep it going for when we go into bat, and I think we'll rock the boat in the best of ways. We'll do our best. Right, I'm going to try some of the spread they've put on. Looks fancy. These crickets teas are becoming an embarrassment. Needlessly theatrical. Yeah, not very filling either for a bunch of hungry cricketers. And it's not even locally grown. I heard it on good authority that the garden radishes were imported. It's May, for goodness sake. Tom says they have a marvelous crop. Well, wait until down and get a taste of Fallon's pies at our home game next week. Locally sourced and locally made. She's using veg and herbs from Bridge Farm. Local Brookfield beef, Ambridge Superior in so many ways. We should have that emblazoned on our village sign. Imagine if we actually win today. Well, we just might. So many players are in form at the moment. Especially Kalatma and Rex. Oh, Kalatma is a wonderful addition to the team. Linda, I'll be back in a minute. I'm just going to go and check in with Freddie. Is he okay? I don't know. He seemed all right earlier, but I'm not sure now. He does look rather pensive there, standing on his own. Yeah, he does, doesn't he? Do you think the Casey Meats incident is still on his mind? I'm pretty sure it is. I know he's still finding it hard to sleep, but he won't talk to me about it. I mean, he's brave, but there's always something a bit vulnerable about my brother. I'm worried about him. Chris and Kalatma are going into bat. I better grab the girls before they make a break for the pitch. I think it might be time to find a local playground. Actually wondering if Rex could give me a lift home. Then you won't need to come back and hang around waiting for me once the girls have had enough of the swings. But, Tom, then you might be trapped into going to the pub with Rex after the game. Oh, no. Rex, can you give me a lift home, mate? After the cricket? No problem. But a few of us are calling into the Swan for a drink before we head back to Ambridge. Is that all right? Oh, well, I can live with that. And it's a six for Tom. Oh. Oh, they're starting. Come on, Kalama. Good fielding. Just a single. She certainly looks like she means business. Way she attacks every Delivery like a T20 player. Oh, no. Chris. I can't believe it. Golden duck. Rex, you're in. Well, good luck, mate. Thanks. I think Katma and Rex are going to be a killer couple. Couple pair, I mean. Cricket. Oh, I thought you had some breaking news. It's about time Rex had some romance in his life. He looks pretty happy to me the way he is. Looks like it could be an exciting innings. I'm sorry I can't say to watch it. We're going now. Say goodbye to Chelsea. Well, I'm glad you got to see my catch. Me too. It was epic. Bye. Yeah. See you at home. Well, another win for Ambry. I think we were the better team start to finish. Oh, we were. Though it was still tense at the end. You and Kalap really managed to psych out their fast bowler. Two no balls and a Wide in one over. Did Calatma go home? Yeah, she's got a family party. But she's enjoying playing for Ambry. Oh, loves it. Wonderful, wonderful. Right, this round is on me. Just a lemonade for me, please. I'm driving. Well, I'll help you, Linda. Thank you. I am so glad you decided to play for us, Rex. I know we have some decent village cricketers, but you and Kalatma are a different level. Well, I can honestly say this is a much better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than driving home couples after they've had too many happy hour cocktails in sunny beer gardens. I think that sounds like my kind of Sunday. Oh, for the couple, maybe not. When you're the driver usually ends up in over enthusiastic snogging. Or someone throwing up. Well, thank goodness for Vince and his secret sponsorship. Lily, shut up. What secret sponsorship? Isn't. Oh, Linda, I thought you were at the bar. I came back to ask if you wanted ice and lemon. Yes, please. Great. Both. Whatever. So what secret sponsorship? Oh, it's nothing. Well, now I know it's definitely something. No, it's between Vince and me. Really? Nothing to do with Lily. Rex, don't. It's clear something's going on here, some subterfuge. Now I suggest you tell me what it is. Rex. Vince is sponsoring me to play cricket. Yeah, it's not much. It's just enough to. And is anyone else a recipient of Vince's philanthropy? Just Kalatma. So our two star players are only on the team because they are being bribed to play? Not bribed. Just. Well, I'd have to work otherwise. Oh, unlike Tracy or Molly or Chris or any of the team who give up their time to play for their community. How do you think they'd feel if they knew you'd been singled out for special treatment? They'd be annoyed. Disappointed? Quite. And yet it seems you're happy to live with that. Look, it's not Rex's fault or Kalatna's. Vince and I have to take the blame for this one. But our motives were purely altruistic for the good of Ambridge. And how much are you being paid, Rex? Only a token amount. But Linda, think about it. It's working out so well for us. No, I don't need to think about it. I've heard enough. Okay, so a lemonade for Rex and a Shire's for me. I'll help you with the rest. Oh, thanks, but I can manage. No, no, I'll help you. Okay, cheers. Everything okay? I'm so disappointed in You, Lily. Oh, come on, Linda. All that talk pre season about how we mustn't settle for having fun. You're the most competitive for the lot of us. Competitive, yes, but with strict moral boundaries. I do not approve of paying players to join an amateur team. Which is why I didn't tell you. I didn't want to implicate you, but I am implicated nonetheless. This goes against the whole spirit of village cricket. Oh, please don't tell Tom. He'll be really hurt and start resenting Rex and Clammar. I wouldn't blame him. What you've done is so underhand. You've brought secrets and lies to the game. The antithesis of what is needed to build a solid, trusting team. Well, that's why I think the best thing to do is carry on as we are. Lots of teams pay players nowadays. We are not lots of teams. Rex and Kalatma won't tell anyone. And you could pretend you know nothing. If you think that's the solution, Lily, then you don't know me at all. I need an evening to digest this troubling discovery. And in the morning, I will let you know what I plan to do. Hi, Lily. You all right? Not really. This week isn't exactly off to a great start. Can you talk? Not at the moment. I'm in a queue for coffee at the tea room. Well, I could come and meet you there. I really need to fill you in on what happened with Linda yesterday. I'm in Felpersham, Lily. I'm working. Oh, right. Well, it's pretty urgent. Basically. I'm never going to persuade Linda to keep quiet about the payments if they continue. What's that, then? But does it have to be large? Americano, please. I. I'm pretty confident she won't say anything about our past arrangement. If you and Kanapma agree to stay and play. For the love of the game. The love of the game was never in question. I just can't afford to commit to cricket every Sunday if it means I'm earning money. Nothing. He's a tight, Lily, you know that. But couldn't you fit some fares in before the cricket starts? Strangely enough, the good people of Borsetshire don't tend to need taxis early on a Sunday morning. Unless you, I don't know, specialize in church runs advertising there. Yeah, I'm thinking that won't be hugely lucrative. Lily, that's a job. Just come in. I've got to go. Look, Rex, at least think about sticking with us. Money isn't everything, you know. What about loyalty? What about standing by Freddy? He's having such a tough time. See you, Lily. Tell Nick thanks for the rhubarb. You're falling on your feet staying here. Yeah, Mick was right. His mate's a nice old fella. Keeps himself to himself. Although I'm starting to feel old too. Walking his dog, earthing up the potatoes in his allotment. Give us a bag of toffees and a crossword puzzle and I could retire. Hey, you could do worse. Oh, I'm not complaining, really. It's nice and quiet. I needed that. But, Mama, I can't stay here much longer. It's not fair on Nick and I. Well, while I'm waiting to hear about my case, I want to get myself properly sorted. I can't put my life on hold, just as I can't be having my mum turn up with bags of groceries forever. Oh, there's just a few little bits to keep you going. Four big shopping bags. And gifts for Nick too. Like you say, he's been kind to you. I thought it was only polite to bring him some Bridge Farm goodies. Did I tell you I applied for a job? Oh, you didn't, but that's great, love. What is it? Cleaning offices. It's through an agency. But if I get some decent shifts in, I can start looking for a place of my own. I told you, I'll help you out as best I can when it comes to it. I might have to take you up on that. The deposits are mad. I just don't know how they expect anyone to have that kind of money all at once. You'll need somewhere with three bedrooms for Harper and Noah. Oh, ma' am, I think I'll be in bed sit land for a while yet, but I am seeing the kids a bit more than I was before. Well, tell them that I've been asking after them, won't you? I always do. Thanks for coming to see us, ma' am. Especially when your car's on the bling. At least they've got it sorted now. I'll get the driver to drop me off at the garage on the way back. I'm just relieved it wasn't a write off. What was wrong with her? The fan belt. Apparently. It was a good job I didn't carry on driving it. The woman at the garage said I'd have melted the engine. Did you actually say that? No. Well, that was the picture I had in my head. Oh, here's me taxi. Bye, love. Bye, ma' am. Oh, no, ma' am. I can't see him. What were you thinking? What? Look who's behind the wheel. It's Rex. Oh, hi, Joy. Michelle. Mum. My bail conditions okay? I didn't ask for Rex. Just a taxi moment. Look, just get yourself inside, Petter. One minute, Rex. Oh, it's like the universe wants us to get this wrong. It's not your fault. Just a bit of bad luck. Take care of yourself and I'll see you next week. Okay, ma' am. Bye. I'll see you soon. Bye, love. Sorry about that, Rex. Are you all right to drop me an Edgeley garage? Because. Ready for collecting. I got a shock when it was you who pulled up. Rex. I just dropped off a fair in Felpersham. I must have been the closest. Mick would have fetched us, but he's run off his feet at Grey Gables today. I've got a new manager starting next week. Yeah, I heard. Lily said. Anyway, Michelle. Sorry, pet. You go first. No, nothing. It's just I wondered. You were visiting Rochelle? Yeah. How's she doing? Okay. Not bad. Oh, that's good. She's looking for a job. Right. Great. Long as she's not relying on a reference from Freddy. Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Oh, it's okay. I can't expect people to forget or understand. What is there to understand? Oh, I don't know. That she thinks she did the right thing, but she feels bad about it. And all because of. Especially because of what? You. I can't believe you're inside on a day like this. I'm on my way back out. Have you seen the size of the rosemary in the children's herb garden? Yes, it smells glorious. Yeah, well, I need to trim it back before it takes over. Spoil sport. No, no, I thought I'd save some for the church. Add it to the jug of Joy's peonies. All right, I'll let you off. Oh, I can't wait to get out into the sunshine. I thought I was never going to get finished with that call on days like this. I wonder why I didn't become a landscape gardener or botanist. Some job that would mean I could spend all day outside. Like a farmer? Goodness, no. Unless I can be the kind of farmer who leans on a gate and chews on a piece of straw all day. Fancy having lunch in the garden when I'm done? Sounds great. I've got meetings all afternoon. Well, I just need to pop to the shop to get bread because I had the last of that rye loaf for breakfast. I'll go. What? Are you sure Anything to get out into the sun. Oh, but before I forget, Pat popped round earlier. Oh, great. How is she? She seemed really, well. Full of enthusiasm. She and Emma did great work. I hope I have as much energy at her age. Just like Peggy. I know. I still can't believe she was a hundred and a force to be reckoned with to the end. Yeah, don't I know it. I wasn't going to mention stained glass or windows. I was thinking more of the rewind wilding and the way even from Laurel. She was such a matriarch. The heart of the family. Yeah. I'm thinking of arranging a meeting with the family this week to talk through thoughts and ideas for the funeral. I'm keen to get it right. Stately enough to honor her standing in the village, but welcoming and friendly too. With lots of Peggy's favourite hymns, poems and stories. Sounds perfect. If some of the younger ones are there, it'd be nice to get them involved. Henry? Certainly. How's he doing now? He's come a long way since the church door incident. Yeah, poor lad. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders back then. You got back okay, did you? I did. Picked the car up and made it to the shop. Just a little bit late, but Jim was fine to hold the fort. That's good. Oh, I better go. I've got a customer. Okay. But Ram. What is it, love? What did Rex say? He won't tell anyone he saw us, will he? I don't think he wants to make trouble for you. But it'd be a great way of getting back at us. I mean, I've been thinking. We basically called him to my address. I can hardly blame it on coincidence. But it was a coincidence. Honestly, I don't think Rex has any interest in making life difficult for you. If anything, he just seemed a bit. What? A bit sad? Sorry, Joey, but I'm in a bit of a rush. Oh, okay. I'll be with you in a second. And I've got to go. I'll phone you later. And don't worry, you're fine. Thanks, ma' am. Bye. Bye, Rochelle. Bye. Well, I'm glad Rochelle's fine. I wish I could say the same for Freddie. Oh, no. What's up? Are you serious? Your daughter lied to him, manipulated him and put him in really serious danger. Or have you forgotten? No, of course not. But I spoke to him last week and he seemed to be coping well. Then you obviously have no idea how trauma works. I'm sorry, Lily. I didn't mean to minimize what he went through? Not at all. Only that I was happy. Seemed okay, I suppose. Rochelle is triumphant. I still can't believe how she came into Ambridge and then hurt everyone who welcomed her. She might just as well have planted a bomb here. I'm not defending her for what she did. Freddie tried to help her. I know. How can you be so calm? I just don't see how I can argue back. Everything you say is true. You're perfectly entitled to feel angry. I don't feel angry. I am angry. You're shopping, Lily. Yeah. Forget it. I don't want it. Sorry. Lily. Are you okay? Fine. Is she okay? Joy? She slammed straight into me. I think she's worried about her brother and spoiling for a fight with you. Ah. Is it about Rochelle? Yes. Not really fair to take it out on you, though. It's all right. On the whole. People have been very kind to me. But with others, I might just have to weather the storm. How is Rochelle? She's all right. Bit lonely. But that friend of mix is nice, keeping her busy on his allotment. Great. That kind of thing will look good if she goes to court. She doesn't like the bail conditions. They won't last forever. I know. And she's been never so careful. Whatever you said to her, Usher, she came away determined to do things right. And I haven't forgotten about paying your fee. Let me know what I. Oh, honestly, there's no hurry. Why don't we wait and see what happens next? Really? Thank you. So, are you going to save what is turning out to be a really rubbish day, Rex? By making you a nice cup of tea? No, by telling me that. You'll see. Stay on the tea. Oh, I meant what I said earlier, Lily. I can't afford it. I mean, if there's the option to play the odd sundae, I might be able to make that work. I doubt Linda or Freddie would agree to that. Can you grab the milk for me, please? Oh, yeah. Oh, such a cute little fridge. Yeah, everything's cute if you see it that way. Pokey and cramped is another way of looking at it. Sounds like your mood is about as. As dark as mine. Sorry. So tell me, why are you so grumpy? Maybe because my mate has only come to see me to bully me into doing what she wants. I'm here for the good of the community. And what's your excuse? Grouchy. Joy Horville. Actually, I went to buy a few things in the shop and walked in on her on the phone to Rochelle. Totally shameless and should she be ashamed? I think so. Well, what were they talking about? What does it matter? It was the fact she said bye Rochelle right in front of my face. As if her daughter hadn't basically taken the whole of Ambridge for a ride. A treacherous ride. Rochelle wasn't actually in the room, you know. Apparently she had no idea we were going to be taken hostage. Sorry, whose side are you on? Are we taking sides? It sounds like you are. I just don't think you should be getting annoyed with Joy. Well, thanks for your advice, Rex. Oh, don't be like that. I'm not being like anything. I just don't love walking into the village shop and being reminded that Joy's daughter took my poor brother for a fall. Joy's daughter, not Joy. Oh, okay, I get it. Yeah. So we're allowed to hate Rochelle, but Joy is off limits. Hi, Pip. Is Rosie home from school yet? I was passing the end of the lane and remembered she wants to show me her fossil collection. Oh, no, she's at Madison's for tea. Lottie's not dropping her back until 5. Sorry, I should have rung before I turned up. She's telling me she has a museum. She does. It's all around the cottage. And jam jar display cabinets with very detailed labels. But don't expect too much on the fossil front. There's a lot of broken pottery, some gnarled sticks and some exciting looking bottle tops. It's basically anything she finds buried in the ground. Sounds right up my street. Says I'm Professor Fairbrother, expert in gnarl stick fossilology. Well, if you're not in a hurry. Mum's milking and I'm off to take a look at the grass in the top fields. Rosie should be back soon after we're done. Okay, sounds good. I'll just grab my jacket from the car. Hi, Pip. Rex. Afternoon, David. How's the silage going? Oh, not too bad. Just hope this weather holds. Hi, dad. You're right. Yeah, but. Well, I need to talk to you about open farm Sunday. Great. I've got loads of ideas. Do you want to come over once Rosie's in bed? No need to wait. I can tell you now I have some serious concerns. If it's Rosie's candy cows you're worried about what I'm worried about? No, I'm pretty sure Rosie's idea will have changed by then. It's not Rosie's ideas that are giving me sleepless nights. Okay, all set. Great. I'll, I'll, I'll Come and find you later. Oh, look, Tony. Another old shopping list of mums. Add it to the pile. Are you making fun of me? Oh, well, maybe a bit. Just don't see why the lists and scribbled instructions have to be preserved. Where's your heart, Tony? You're like the Tin Man. Fig rolls, bananas, not green. It's hardly the raw material of a memoir. I beg to differ. Everything on that list tells a story. For example, look this. The bananas. She liked them to be just on the turn. And they'd smell slightly too pungent in her room. Especially in the summer. Exactly. Best forgotten. No, I want to remember every detail. You know, like last year. I mean, it must have been August, because I'd taken a group of children out for a hack midweek and the rambling roses were climbing all around her window and she was eating a banana. Oh, forgive me. Now, that would make a captivating opening passage for a memoir. Tony, I'm being serious. These little things, they're so big because they're so small. Don't worry, I'm getting the hang of it. Anything in Mum's handwriting goes in the cake pile. Thank you. You know, Justin, of all people, understands how I feel. I understand you're sad. We all are sad. Yeah, but I'm lost too. I mean, you're surrounded by your children and grandchildren, Jack and Henry, in your sitting room right now, staying for dinner. You got James a Munger. I know I do. And I'm very lucky. But they're not close by. They don't need me every day. Whereas Mum did. Yeah, I suppose you had a lot on your plate, you and Kate. Driving her places, shopping, organising her social life. You were already so busy at the stables. And the ball. You know, that's what I miss. Because it sometimes felt like I was burning the candle at both ends. But now it's gone. It's like there's a black hole here somewhere. Right at my centre. Oh, I miss her, Tony. I really miss her. I know. You know, a reminder came up on my phone this morning. Video call with Hilda. I cried. Oh, it's so stupid. And then there's the laurels calling in. There became just a part of my everyday life. And even more so since Jenny died. Yeah, I visited Mum too. It's. It wasn't all left to you. No, I know you did. I know. Oh, hey. Great Aunt Lillian didn't know you were here. Well, I am. And I've been invited for dinner as well. Oh, yeah. We're having Bryce steak. It smells delicious. Oh, by the way, did you hear that Rex has quit the cricket team? Really? I thought he was a star player. Well, I can't say I'm surprised when he starts shedding players for no reason. It's a sure sign of toxic management. It's no good for anyone. Toxic management? Are we talking Linda, Lily and Freddy here? Yes, that trio. Do you think that means it's a place on the team? Well, two, I heard that Kalatma's dropped out as well. That does seem strange. Like I say, it's all going to pot. How's your dad doing? All right. Well, I mean, is he coping okay after the whole Casey Meats drama? I think so. He hasn't really said much. Not to me, anyway. Right. You know dad, he just gets on with it. Kind of stoic, kind of grumpy. Tried to think how you describe me. Strong, brave, capable. Hey, I heard you were quite the action hero that day. No, no, I wasn't. I just. Yeah, it was a shock. I can't really remember what I did. I'm still finding it hard to get my head around Rochelle being the ringleader. She wasn't. No, but you know what I mean. She was the one who got the terrorists access Activists, not terrorists. Okay. Anyway. Yeah. Pip, do you think I might be wasting my life in Ambridge? Wasting your life? I just wonder if I'm known as the weird lonely boatman, day after day of doing nothing meaningful. How can you say you do nothing meaningful? You're a brilliant uncle to Rosie. Okay, I'm a decent enough uncle, but. Well, it's not the same as having kids of your own, is it? You want kids? Maybe. I don't know. But yeah, it's all hypothetical anyway, since I don't have a partner. Not even seeing anyone. But if you made some effort, you could be. You'd meet someone. I mean, someone would be lucky to have you. I feel. I don't know, I just wish. What? That things had worked out differently. You're bored. That's what it is. That's what it is. Maybe it's time to shake things up a bit. Go travelling. Take advantage of the fact you're free and single. Oh, maybe we could make a list of countries you'd like to visit. Work out a budget, make a plan. Pip, I don't want to go travelling on my own. What then? I just don't want to end up getting old and resentful, mulling over a load of regrets. Henry's in charge of the goats at open farm Sunday. Oh, great idea. Henry, those kids are so cute. I know. I'm gonna be there all day to answer questions, make sure no one tries to feed them. I think Khalil's going to help me. There'll be a star attraction. Such great little personalities. I've been thinking about when I get the money, I'm going to buy some lever halters so I can show them next year. What money are you expecting? Think. Some great grandma. Not sure. Mum, Natasha and Tom talking about it. You mean inheritance money? Don't know. You really shouldn't be talking about that. Isn't it? It's not right. Okay, sorry. No need to be sorry, Henry. It's only natural to think about what you might spend the money on. And you know your great grandma will be very pleased that you're buying halters for your goats. Well, she's right about that, Henry. Most teenagers blow the lot on vapes and vodka. More like clothes are gaming. Don't give him a hard time, Tony. Henry is missing his great grandma as much as I am. Yes, I'm. I'm sorry I snapped at you. We went for a walk, see the Monty's yesterday and had a good old cry together, didn't we, Henry? Yeah. We were talking about once when we were having afternoon tea at the Laurels. Jack went missing and I found him behind great Grandma's chair eating a whole packet of biscuits. That's a nice memory to have. It's good to be able to laugh too. You know what this family needs to cheer them all up? A proper night out. Oh, well, how about clubbing? Yeah, I was thinking more along the lines of a meal at the Bull after work tomorrow. Or what about going to the escape rooms? You know, the ones just before you get to Borchester? Because, well, I think a meal at the ball might be a bit boring. But the escape rooms? I'm afraid I'd have to pass. I've just this minute remembered I have a date with a G and T at home tomorrow night. And how come you get to duck out of it, Lillian? Self preservation, darling. From what I've heard, these places are likely to rip a family apart. Really? Why? Don't worry, Granddad, she only joking. You'll love it. Much more fun than the Bull. Well, it'll be different. Do you want a tea or anything? Oh, no, thanks. I saw Rex leave. Yeah? Yeah, he was a model museum visitor. Although I think an hour of intense fossil chatter was more than enough for him. Is Rosie in bed? No, but she's gone up to get ready. You can read her the next chapter of her book if you like. I know she'd love that. Well, maybe another time. I've got to get back to the house. Leonard's cooking. But, Pip, I need to get you up to speed on my thinking about Open Farm Sunday. Don't worry. No, it turns out candy cows are off the the menu. Rosie and Rex dreamt up a new children's activity. Sheep hoon hoop. Pip, I'm not here to chat about Rosie. All right, dad, but keep your voice down. Sorry, sorry. I just wanted to warn you that with everything that happened at the abattoir, I've been thinking about how people view farmers and farms and our security here at Brookfield. Okay, farming is under so much pressure. I mean, beef produced in labs is no longer the stuff of science fiction. But what has that got to do with Open Farm Sunday? The way things are going, us food producers are no longer going to be the heroes feeding the masses. Instead, we're going to be painted as evil custodians at the end of the world. World? Dad, I think you're being a bit overdramatic. But I understand why you're feeling like this, what with being taken hostage. But they were extremists. Most people are still meat eaters happy to barbecue their burgers in the summer and roast a chicken on a Sunday. Yeah, but the veggie and vegan numbers are swelling. I've done my research, Pip. The points those, whatever you want to call them, were making are actually far more mainstream than their stupid balaclavas would have you believe. Honestly, the future of dairy farming. It could be seven foot electric fences and armed guards at the gateways. Dad, that's ridiculous. But if I was saying all this, you'd accuse me of getting hysterical. It's not ridiculous at all. In fact, I think it might be a good time to do a thorough and rare realistic audit of Brookfield security. Okay. Yeah, if it makes you feel better. What would make me feel better is to not open the farm at all. I'm Zing Singh. And I'm Simon Jack. And together we host Good Bad Billionaire, the podcast exploring the lives of some of the world's richest people. In the new season, we're setting our sights on some big names. Yep, LeBron James and Martha Stewart, to name just a few. And as always, Simon and I are trying to decide whether we think they're good, bad, or just another billionaire. That's good. Bad Billionaire from the BBC World Service. Listen now, wherever you get your BBC podcasts. Oh, Tony. Oh, Pat said you were in the polytunnels. I trekked all the way up there for Tom to tell me you're doing veg boxes. Oh, sorry. Last minute change of planner. I've just got the radish and kale to pack and then they're done, ready for the morning delivery. Hey, here, have a radish. They're delicious. Thank you. Jenny used to make a boiled egg and radish salad. Nothing better on a summer's evening. Yeah, Tom's still miffed that the Borchester Fourths didn't use our radish in the cricket tea. Well, I hear the Ambridge winning streak might be coming to an end. Seems like they've lost half the team. Yeah, serves them right. Well, still bitter about being dropped, Mr. Oddchart? Somewhat. I thought I might at least get something for my years of service to the team, but not even a thank you card. Oh, here, have a pile of flowers instead. Oh, what are these? Oh, the school handouts for Open Farm Sunday. Yeah, Stella was sent double. I thought Henry could take sand abortion to Green. Oh, good idea. He's planning to do something with the goats. Maybe he could give a talk about it in assembly. Yeah, I'll. Pass me that box of care, would you, Brian? Yeah. Yeah, thanks. I remember helping Will deliver the veg boxes sooner after Jenny died. He was very kind to me. He's not a man of many words, but I imagine he was good to talk to at the time. I still find it hard to believe that Nick died like that. Such a shock. It must have hit him hard. So out of the blue. I know. I mean, your mom's death hit me harder than I thought it would. People trot out those platitudes about a good innings and a long life. It doesn't change the fact that when someone dies, the world shifts a bit for everyone else, however good linings they've had. Yep. Right. Anyway, I better get off. Stella wants me to meet her with the agronomist before he leaves. He's here to check over the barley and wheat. Okay. And thanks for the flyers. No problem. Oh, I meant to say, I'll be in the Bull later if you fancy a pint or two. Oh, I'd love to, but I suggested going on a night out with the family for my sins. A moment of madness. Oh, yeah. Where are you going? Henry's decided on the escape room. Well, rather you than me. I'll be thinking of you with your pint of Shires while I'm pretending to have fun I don't even know what an escape room is. Well, I think you race around trying to solve a load of Wriggles. Well, if I manage to escape, I might make it to the Bull in time for last orders. I wonder if we'll be in the maze of the space station. Or maybe Grandad built the castle. It's brand new. Kira went with some of the era football team and they ran out of time. She said it's much harder than the maze. Well, I think we'll be fine. I love a good riddle. Is Jack upset he's not allowed to come? He was until I promised him he could play his football game till bedtime. Okay. Okay. Sorry about that. All ready to go. We're not going to be late, are we? Not forgetting. Move on, LLM. I'll go and get Tony from the garden. Is dad grumpy about going? He suggested it. He suggested a night out. Not necessarily one of manic organised fun. He seemed very impressed by Lillian's ability to say no. Yep. Impressive boundaries, that auntie of ours. Natasha has great boundaries. If she doesn't want to do something or doesn't like it, she just says so. Right, I've got him. Okay, let's get this over with. Granddad, we don't have to go if you're dreading it. I'm only joking. I can't wait. Right, I think there should be something in the dungeon wall. A secret panel. Here. What? Oh, brilliant. Is there something inside? Yes, a box. Open it. Right. There's a clue. Okay. From what you save, you must keep the ribbons of hope before you leave. Keep? We need to get something from the castle keep. Yes, to complete the dungeon mosaic and then free the fourth key from the Drakenseck. Come on, Mum. Granddad, are you coming? No, you three go. We'll keep working on the mosaic. We might be looking for ribbon. Oh. Something to do with hope. I think we've got this piece in the wrong place. Dad. Is it a map or a dragon? How many more keys do you think we have to find before they liberate the blasted princess? You okay, Dad? I know this isn't exactly your thing or. Or mine, but Henry's having a great time. Almost as much fun as Tom and Natasha. I'm sorry. It's just a field. It doesn't matter. Is it Gran? Yeah. It's hard, dad. It will be for a while. It was something Lillian said to me yesterday when you were going through the boxes. That must have brought up all kinds of memories. She said she'd Gone for a walk with Henry and they had a good cry together. Oh, that's nice. I'm glad Henry's not bottling things up. I don't know. I suppose it floored me. Henry's all right, dad, if that's what you're worried about. He carries on as normal, and then he'll need a hug or a cry. Oh, yesterday I came in to find him and Jack rolling around laughing about something funny Gran had once said. But I think that's all fine. Laughing and crying, it's healthy. Yes, of course it is. It's just I don't feel. I don't feel that much. Oh, dad, we got them r on the back. The last piece of the mosaic. Oh, well done. A dragon's head. Here. Tony fit it in place. The piles have opened. Now we can get the four key. Only one more key to find. Come on, hurry. We're running out of time. What happened to Granddad? Did he go straight home? Your granny said he had to meet a man about a dog. In other words, meet Brian at the ball. I thought Pat looked tired. Oh, yeah. She claimed Jack and the girls were angels, but I suspect they were far from it. All right, intrepid nights of yore, I've lit the fire pit so we can make the most of this beautiful evening. The stars are so bright. Oh, Helen, while we're out there, I can talk you through some of the exciting ideas we've had for transforming the garden this morning. I am impressed that you have the energy to do anything we don't. We aren't planning on starting until we can afford to have landscapers doing it for us. Well, I've managed to stick a few bedding plants into the borders, but that's my limit. Sharon and Nova are gonna love the playhouse Lee built. Yeah, it needs a good spring clean first. We could all roll up our sleeves and get stuck in this weekend. Not me. I'm watching the FA Cup Final with Jack. That's only Saturday. The playhouse could be a family project for Sunday. Yep. Well, let's see. I have been researching something a bit less imposing. An exciting little hideaway that still leaves room in the garden for flowers and some small fruit trees. Oh, right. Come on, Henry. I'll carry the drinks, you bring the marshmallows for toasting. I'd miss the dark skies so much if I lived back in the city. Oh, that's the plan. And there's Mars. Right? Henry, it's already past 10 and you've got school tomorrow. Let me just check My email and see if they've sent any more info about your school trip. Okay. I can't stop thinking about the mistake I made on the last clue. Almost got us locked in the tower. I didn't realize Dragon's Breath was also a plant. It seemed a bit obscure, if you ask me, but that's what I was trying to say. You didn't need to know it was a plant. You just had to use the map. Well, anyway, we did it. And just in time. Kira will be impressed. Oh. Was everything okay, Helen? Yeah. Well, no, not really. I've had an email from Gran's accountant, the executor of the will. Oh. What does it say? I wonder if I've had one. It says I've been left £278 and 94 pence. And the same for each of the boys. That means I can get the halters for the goats. Yeah. That's brilliant, Henry. Come on, though. You better hit the hay. But. Oh, I'm sorry. I just got excited. It's so nice to create Grandma to give us money. Yeah. Peggy would have been happy that you're so grateful. Yeah, it's very generous of her. All right. Good night. Good night, love. Sleep well. Good night, Henry. Good night, darling. I've got an email, too. What does it say? The same. £278 and whatever for me. The same each for Nova and Seren. And a donation to the remembrance garden in memory of Wren. Well, that's a really nice thought. There you go, Tony. Oh, pine of shy. Well earned. Ah, bless you, Brian. I actually had quite a good time in the end, though. I never want to go again. Oh, cheers. The things we do to make our grandchildren happy. I was playing with Xander the other day, setting out his little farm in the garden. I used to love doing that with John. Well, I found myself helping the pigs to take over. Complete revolution. I even felt triumphant when they locked the little plastic farmer in the grain silo. How very Animal Farm. Oh, don't tell Neil. No, Neil know. Oh. How did the meeting with the agronomist go? All good. Now we're getting the T1 fungicide on the spring barley and no yellow rust in the winter wheat. Oh, nice to hear some good news for once. Why? Things not going well for you? Cuz Adam seemed pretty happy with your salad crops when I spoke to you in the polytunnel. Oh, ignore me. Glass half empty. Things are fine. Well, where's Pat tonight? She didn't fancy coming out. No, she said she was going straight to Bed. Apparently she'd only just managed to get the twins to sleep when the others walked through the door. She's completely exhausted. Oh, it's Helen. She's had an email from Mum's executor. The accountant? Yeah. She and Tom have each inherited 270 odd pounds. Missing a few zeros there. Yeah, you're probably right. I mean, Peggy must have left some. The best part of 30,000. Very generous. Unless it's 270,000. Well, I wouldn't put it past her. She was one of the smartest people I've ever met. Wouldn't surprise me if she had millions stashed away. Ah, I've got text from Kate. I bet it's about the same thing. Yeah, she's asking if I checked my emails yet. She just had one from Gran's accountant and she's worried there might have been a mistake. So, while I'm stuck in my office all day, what is the good vicar of Ambridge got planned? Well, I need to finish my sermon before I do anything else. I can't believe it's already Thursday and I've only just decided on the theme. Can I help? Well, that would be great, because I'm struggling. Yeah, I want to start with the verse from Matthew, chapter five. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God. Great. I'm all for blessing the peacemakers. Oh, yes. But then I got thinking about those we call the peacemakers. Who do we put in those positions of power? And are they all truly there to make peace? And what do we even mean by peace exactly? Because I certainly don't think God's after silence or unquestioning compliance. Peace isn't always quiet. Great questions for your congregation to grapple with. I'll be very happy to read a first draft. It sounds fascinating. That's one of the things I love about you, Alan. Oh, what is that? You rarely take the easy road. A simple sermon on how thankful we are for sunshine and wheat would probably do. You know, I was thinking about Peggy this morning and my mind landed on Rob again. Me arranging his christening. That wasn't the easy road either. No. Anyway, after I've finished the sermon, I'm going up to Bridge Farm to have a word with Kate and Helen about the order of service and arrangements for the funeral. I imagine they'll go for something traditional, like Psalm 23. And then maybe the day thou gavest and how great thou art. I wouldn't put it past Peggy to have decided her own order of service. Ha. You. You could be right. With a few wild cards thrown in there, too. Some Beyonce or Chapel roan. She was never averse to a bit of shock factor. Natasha. Oh, hi, Helen. Sorry. I'll clear the table. We're rushed off our feet. That's great. I'm not complaining. Complaining. Have you seen Tom? I think he's out on the lazy meter this morning. Why? Is he supposed to meet you here? No, I'm waiting for Kate and Alan. Kate's been asked to oversee Gran's wishes for the funeral and one of the requests is a little, well, awkward. She's asked me to come along for moral support. Does it involve Alan? I'll fill you in later. Do you want me to tell Tom that you're looking for him? He usually pops in at some point. No, no, it's okay. I'll text him later. I was just curious to know if he'd heard from anyone else else. You know, see if we all got the same email last night. I know, dad. Brian and Lillian did. I want to ask Kate, but it's a bit delicate. I know Thomas saying the same thing this morning. He knew he'd see Adam today, but wasn't sure whether he should mention it or not. I mean, Henry is so thrilled with his 278lbs and 94 pences. It's a lot of money when you're his age. I agree. It must be like a small fortune. Morning, Helen. Natasha. Or should I say afternoon? Oh, gone 12. I wonder where they've got to. Helen, do you mind if I join you for a moment? Not at all. Although when Alan and Kate turn up, I'll need to speak to them in private. Oh, yes, of course. I'm going to love you and leave. You ladies got a queue at the counter. Lily is supposed to be meeting me here that she's been held up. They're getting a new manager at Grey Gables. Ah, yes, so I heard. Ian was full of it. I wonder if he's a cricketer. Maybe. You know, Henry surprised me recently. He's been playing cricket at school and he's really starting to like it. A new games teacher. I think it can make all the difference. Oh, now that is most interesting. I don't think you can start roping in random games teachers to play for Ambridge. No, no, I mean, it's interesting that Henry has started to feel an affinity for the game. It would be good to welcome some young youngsters into the fold. Do you know if Kira or Khalil play too? I know Kira plays in the football team at school and she's got her horse riding at the weekends. But I don't know about Khalil. Typical. Kate's not coming. That leaves me to break the bad news to Alan. Hi, Brian. Good to see you. Ah, thanks for meeting me at such short notice. No problem. Yeah. It's a while since I've been here. It's looking suitably wild. That's the idea. I saw the longhorns grazing. Oh, they're magnificent animals. I think so, yeah. We're taking the fences down soon and giving them GPS collars so they can roam a bit. Though we'll have to work hard to convince some of our campers that they're docile creatures. Yeah, I bet. You said you've got some exciting news for us? Yes. Yeah, I got a call from the executive Peggy's will this morning. Now, she's set aside a sum of money for a natural artwork and she wants me to commission something that reflects the ethos of Rewilding Ambridge. Wow. What an amazing gesture. Oh, I remember the absolute shock we got when Peggy chose Rewilding. You and the of rest. The rest of the village. Well, I think whatever you choose to commission, it should somehow be a tribute to Peggy, too. Absolutely. I bet Kirsty will have loads of ideas. Maybe we could arrange a meeting with all the family to get their input too. Yeah, good idea. Kate's already pitched a musical composition played from speakers in the trees. Solar powered and triggered by movement. We couldn't allow it to disturb the creatures, though. They're mates. Or hunting. I'd hate to go for something that actually had a negative effect on nature. I hadn't thought of that. What about a wood carving or a standing stone? A giant longhorn. I can see that. I mean, if all the family make it for the funeral, that'd be a good time to get our heads together and make a decision. I know how expensive it is for some of them to get here, so I'm not sure how likely it is. It's always a shame these family reunions don't happen before someone dies, you know. What Peggy did with Rewilding was an impressive gamble. The older I get, the more impressed I am with people who don't follow the path of least resistance. We all love a rebel. Well, that's what worries me. I'm about as far from a rebel as you can get. I've always been the sensible one in my family. We need sensible people around us as well, Rex. I regret some of my selfish, reckless behavior over the years. There's nothing wrong with being level headed. Kate can't make it, I'm afraid, so it's just me. Oh, it's no problem. I imagine this will be the first of many meetings, Alan, because you've all been on my mind since we got the news about you. Gran, I just want to reassure you I'll do everything I can to make the funeral a really special time for the Archer and Aldridge families. I've got some ideas of my own as to how the service could run, but I'm keen to know what thoughts you've had, too. Gran left extremely comprehensive instructions for the day in her will. They were sent to Kate this morning and she shared them with me. Oh, she was right. She said Peggy would have it all under control. Yeah, she's covered pretty much every aspect of the day, from the service to the wake, all the expected songs and prayers. But, well, there are a few things that are not what we expected. Oh, she does want it at St. Stephen's doesn't she? I mean, our church was such a huge part of her life. Yes, and the wake will be at her old home, the ball. Right. No surprises there. But. I'm sorry, Alan, this is so awkward and not at all what the rest of the family. Family would have wanted. But Gran has specifically asked that a vicar that she met at the Laurels should take the funeral service. Well, Kate checked with this Crispin earlier and he confirmed that Gran had asked him ages ago and he said it would be an honor. Right. I thought I was happy with my life in Ambridge. I mean, I am. I love mornings like this. At the Peace. I like having my pigs at Lower Loxley and waking up to the elm outside my window. But am I too young to settle for peace? Do I always fall back on the safe option instead of embracing the challenge? That sounds like nonsense. Farming pigs and driving taxis, rewilding the countryside, they're all challenging and extremely worthwhile. Maybe what I'm trying to say, what I mean is that I avoid. I turn away from taking emotional risks. Well, emotions are overrated in my book. But most people my age have settled down with someone by now. Is that what you want? I don't know. How do people know? Rex? If she was the right one, you'd know. But what if it's not that simple, my boy? It really is. Anyway, I better be getting off. I'll let you know if we get a date for a family meeting. Yeah. And, Rex, I've done a lot of thinking since losing Jenny. I'VE been a risk taker all my life. Many haven't paid off. And some have hurt the people I love the most. My advice is think about things. Things carefully. It's taken me 80 years to understand that there's actually nothing wrong with a simple life. Just me. Oh, Brian. Hello. I'm not interrupting anything, am I? No, no, no. I'm just leaving. I'll see you both. Thanks, Brian. Bye. Bye. You do realize, Rex, we are going to lose the next match without you and Kalatma. Not necessarily. Lily messaged me. Said you're thinking of signing Henry and Khalil up. Which would be wonderful. Exciting to have the young people of the village getting involved. Grassroots talent. But even if they say yes, that won't help us win this season. I'm truly disappointed in you, Rex. I had you down as a man of integrity. Solid, reliable, dependable. I'm really not sure who you are anymore. I know this is upsetting for you, Alan, but it sounds like Peggy requested this. Crispin, whoever he is, rather than rejected you. It's not about me feeling rejected. It's about. Look, I can't believe this. Crispin knew Peggy. Well, I'm sure he doesn't know the family. I'm worried that whatever service he does will lack the warmth I would give it. Well, hopefully he got to know her better in these last few years. You said she'd spoken to him at the Laurels. Well, that's what Helen said, but for all I know, that was a one off. He doesn't live here. He wasn't part of her community. You could speak to him about Peggy before he writes the eulogy. That way he'd understand her long history of worship at St. Stephen's yeah, I could, I suppose. Love. Do you think this is a reaction to me helping Rob get baptized? I don't know. But even if it is, would that have changed the decision you made back then? No. And you know what? I might not be officiating, but I can still play my own role in making sure the church looks at its best. Oh, here it is. Oh, hi, Helen. Oh, hi, Natasha. I left my laptop. Didn't know you were working from home this afternoon. I thought the tea room had a big booking. Yeah, it does. But the nursery ran to say that the girls were off color again. They made it clear I had no choice but to come and collect them. No. Are they okay? Right as rain. They could only playing spaceships on our bed Bouncing and giggling. I suppose the nursery have to play it safe. It means I've had to call Chelsea into work last minute. Which also means I'm now paying a wage I didn't bank on. I can't see how we'll ever catch up financially, never mind affording any extras. I know that feeling. How silly was I to be getting quotes for forest dens and landscape gardeners? Though, if I'm honest, I think it was a bit unfair that Peggy didn't warn us that there would be so very little money to go around. A lesson not to count our chickens. Though Tom has already had plenty of chickens from Peggy. What's that supposed to mean? That not everyone in the family has the same right to feel aggrieved. Tom, I know you're my brother, but a knock would be appreciated. You gave me a shock. What did you say to Natasha? What? She just told me about your outburst in the kitchen yesterday. She thought you were both having a friendly chat about how hard times are, how tight financially, and then you suddenly got on one. I wasn't on one, Tom. Natasha seemed to think that the smaller than expected handout was having the same impact on everyone. I just felt it was worth mentioning that you've already had a sizable chunk. So she was right. You are feeling bitter. Bitter? Wow. No, I was just reminding her of the truth. That lots of us grandchildren had businesses we wanted to grow over the years. But we didn't always go to Gran, cap in hand. But you did, Tom. Again and again. She was always dishing out advances to you for various ventures. Always. And some of what she did give me, I paid back some. You know, if everything about this was fair, you would be paying those advances, not getting the same handout as everyone else. Is that what you want? Is that why you felt it was okay to upset my wife yesterday? Because I was given money by Gran that had absolutely nothing to do with Natasha. No, I just think it's a bit rich that Natasha is whinging about not getting to redesign a perfectly good garden. I mean, what's wrong with the playhouse that Lee built? Wow. She was whinging, was she? Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm just worried, Tom. And I know you are, too. It's disappointing. It's devastating, even. Yeah, it's okay. Shouldn't have come storming in like this. Just. I just would rather you talk to me about any issues you have rather than taking it out on Natasha. Natasha might just be the only person who's actually brave enough to say it as it is. Part of me admires her for that when the rest of us are going around grinning as if 200 odd pounds is perfectly wonderful. As if it's enough to solve our problems. Gran had every right to do whatever she wanted with her money, but. But, but for right or wrong, Tom, I'd taken it for granted that whatever I inherited would be enough to make a difference. Ah ha ha. Killed two birds with one stone. I've been looking for you two. I was wondering if you're both free to come to mind this evening. There's a few things. I think it would be good. Rex, what are you doing here? I had to see you. What? Why? I can't talk to you. Please, just one minute. Just hear me out. If anyone sees we're together, I'll be in breach of my bail conditions. Do you have a clue what that means? There's no one here. No one's gonna see us. All right. You've got one minute, Rex. That's all. Thank you. I just wanted to say. Hang on, someone's coming. Actually, I think it's better if you come inside quick though. We must stand out. Like a ripe pear whispering in the street. Oh, you've gone for the V. Good choice. I'd never even heard of it until Brian bought me a glass in the Bull the other week. I told Susan how lovely it was and she added it to the order. Yeah, I think it's getting quite popular. White grape. Very drinkable. Brian told me it would taste of peaches and he was right. I've. I've got Tom and Helen coming round this evening. I haven't had time to spend any quality time with either of them since mum died. Oh, it's nice to have family close by at a time like this. Yeah. Although it's made me realize how little I see of James and Leonie and Mungo. It's hard when your children and grandchildren aren't part of your day to day lives, isn't it? Lillian, what have you done to your hand? Oh, it's nothing. Just a little blister splash from the kettle when I was making tea. I keep doing silly, clumsy things. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's the grief. Things like that happen when you're distracted and exhausted. You need to take good care of yourself. Ends to be on you. That will be 14.99, please. Cash or card? A card, please. Thanks. All done anyway. Grief or no grief, I need to pull myself together. I've got so much to do, so many things to organize. I need to See Alice at the stables, Kenton at the ball. Kate about the funeral. Brian about the rewilding. Art tribute up the list goes on. Goodness knows where Justin gets a look in. Well, maybe keeping busy is one way of coping. But I don't want to be busy with any of the things I'm supposed to be doing. I just. I just want to be working my way through one of Mum's weekly lists written in pencil on the back of some scrap of paper. Now, I've still got a couple of them stuffed in my purse. Oh, let's have a look. Oh, if you want to show me, that is. I'd love to. To. Oh, look, look. See this one? It was just from a few weeks ago. Two pairs of 40 denier tan tides Conference pairs and cat lollipops for Hilda. Cat lollipops? Ridiculous. Hey, they're a lot of fun. My Ina loves them. You know, it's these tiny things that break my heart, Joy. Little moments of her life, all gone. Oh, I get it. I really do. These lists, they're beautiful. Yeah. They are, aren't they? You know, Tony was going to throw them away. No. Yeah. I'm gonna keep them forever now. Oh, Joy, I'm sorry. I meant to get some of those Moorish roasted almonds you have. Do you mind? Of course not. But Susan moved them. They're by the cracker. Snow bottom shelf. And then Brian turned up asking about an artwork at Rewilding. Rex, I don't want to come across rude, but I meant what I said. I feel really anxious that you're here. I can't be listening to stories about Brian and Rewilding. Just say what you've come to say. I'm sorry. It's all right. I mean, that's what I've come to say. I'm sorry. What for? It's me who should be sorry. I am sorry. I've already told you that. But you're right. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be thinking of you. You're totally the wrong person for me. Okay? I know that. So now you can go. Wait. Hear me out. I'm messing this up. The thing is, whatever I tell myself, I can't help it. I can't stop the way I feel. I can't stop thinking about you. Say something. Like what? What do you want me to say? You feel the same. I mean, you did last time we spoke when you came to find me on the boat. You said, you can't help who you fall in love with. And I meant it. But I was an idiot to say that to you. We can't be together. I can't be with you. Is that it, then? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come, should I? No, maybe not. That. Really is everything now. Why? Nuts? Olives. Well, I hope you have a really lovely night with Tom and Ellen. I bet they'll be excited about this holiday. What a generous gesture. But don't say a word. Brian is telling his lot tonight. We wanted all the grandchildren to hear about it at the same time. My lips are sealed. And, joy, I just want to thank you for being such a good friend. A real shoulder to cry on. Oh, you're welcome anytime. It's. It's times like this I. I miss my sister most. Oh, sorry. Oh, it's Rochelle. I'll phone her back. No, no, no, no, please, please. You answer it. I need to get on anyway. Thanks, Lillian. You take care of yourself. Mom. Rochelle, love. That's nice to hear from you. Everything okay? The kids all right? Yeah, I assume so. Benny sent us a screenshot of Noah's report last night. How's he doing? He looks fine. He's getting good marks in English and textiles, though his form tutor said he's a bit quiet. He could do with speaking up a bit more. Bless him, though I'm not sure who he gets that from. Not his mam, anyway, or his grandma. It's nice of Benny to send you the report. It's not nice of him, ma' am. It's what he's supposed to do. Still? Yeah, still. It's nice. Are you okay? You sound a bit. What? A bit unsettled. That's because I am. Is there something. Rex came to the house. To Nick's house. I know. You knew? The other day he came to pick me up. No, ma' am. He came back today to talk to me, but he's not allowed. I know that I might be heartbroken, but I'm not stupid. Heartbroken? What do you mean? Heartbreaking Heartbroken. I like him, Mum. I really like him. I've opened the wine, Tom. Can you put out the nuts and olives? Of course. Didn't need to go to all this trouble, Auntie Lillian. Oh, I only picked up a few things from the village shop. Wine, Tom? Yes, please, Helen. Not for me. I'll have a fizzy water if you got some. Yeah, honey in the fridge and their slices of lemon and lime in the freezer. Thank you. Dad said you had some more information about the will. I'm so excited about it. Your dad Said I could tell you. What is it that looks so worried? It's something good. It's so generous of Mum. Oh, we're intrigued. Well, I spoke to her executor and apart from continuing to pay for Christine's place at the lot, and of course Hilda's care, which surely can't be more than 20 quid a month, you'd be surprised. Her food is delivered weekly, organic and nutritionally balanced. Now, Mum has also set aside money to pay for a big family holiday next year. The whole works. I'm thinking a stately home in France or a lagoon in Iceland. That much money? One condition is that all of us go. But surely Gran would know. That's impossible. We're a farming family. When she's thought of everything and has set aside a special pot of money to pay for farming cover. Wow, that is generous. But we have to go somewhere that's suitable for little ones and teenagers. That's half the family. Plenty of time to do the researching and planning. Oh, here's hoping for a holiday to remember for all the right reasons. And now onto the serious family business. Okay. What's that? I want to talk to you about the inheritance. Right. What about it? Well, I imagine you're both feeling disappointed. Someone said something to you. I met your dad in the ball for lunch and we had a good, honest chat. There's no point beating about the bush. The amount of money Mum distributed to the family was far less than expected. I just don't want money to become a cause for conflict. Of course. So I'd like us all to be comfortable to discuss whatever we're feeling, get it out in the open. And at least it looks like everyone is in the same boat. Are you sure about that? Because unless her executor has given you definitive proof, there is no way of knowing that it's possible someone in the family got the bulk of Gran's inheritance and is keeping quiet about it. Yeah, but that's exactly the kind of doubt and distrust your dad and I want to put a stop to. Your father and I will not see our family fall apart over money. No fights, no fallouts, no animosity. I assume you agree? Of course. Yeah, of course. Now, Christine's care at the Laurels doesn't come cheap because Mum's didn't. And there are a lot of relatives to receive a share of what's left. This still doesn't make sense. Look, this isn't about me or what payout I do or don't get. It's about Making sure that no one has cheated Gran. If she had the kind of money we think she had, then something doesn't add up. Where is it all gone? SA how would a Cockney rebel turned famous actor survive on a desert island? 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