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I wish you the best with DC's boutique.

I declare them to be husband and wife.

After everything we've been through, you
still can't bring yourself to tell your

parents about us. Whatever it is that
you're going through right now, it's

getting in the way of us.

Never question if you were loved. May
your light shine bright, my son.

Welcome to CC's Boutique.

What the dickens? It didn't smell this
bad when we viewed it. Oh, nothing a

little vim and elbow grease won't sort.

You've got to picture it.

Brand new awning outside.

Window displays with exciting new
fashion at reasonable prices.

A rails here and a three curtain
changing area here.

And... Woohoo!

Oh, beautiful choices, madam.

Would you like one of Cece's lovely
paper bags?

Illustrated bags will be an additional
cost. It's advertising.

It'll pay for itself.

This is on top of the name on the
awning, on the door, on the windows and

receipt. It's important.

Swinertons don't have labelled bags.

We're in charge now.

It'll be worth it.

There's an awful lot to do in the next
three days.

Jack!

You ready for me?

Mm -hmm.

My, my.

What a space.

There's an awful lot to do.

Starting with the storeroom. We've got a
photo shoot in there in an hour, so

look lively.

It's a letter from your mum.

It has writing on it.

Well, letters normally do.

No, there's a word here.

I don't feel the impression.

You must have noticed.

I thought it was your day off.

Wait, Geordie, don't mark it.

Well, will you look at that.

There.

Annie's.

Imprinted from a press.

So was Annie's a business in Romford?
Was it your mother's name? It really

doesn't matter now, Geordie. Alfie, we
might be able to find her.

No, we won't.

That is a rabbit hole I don't need to go
down.

You are not serious.

I am.

Look, I know I meant something to her.
That's all I needed.

Everything important is in the here and
now, like the shop we're both supposed

to be helping with.

Besides, that is from 30 years ago.

You need a miracle to find out.

Yes, yes, very tasty. I like it. Arms
up.

Arms up.

Great lines.

That's it.

Lester the Ivory, Duchess. Yeah, we're
shooting fashion, not Colgate. Sorry,

Tony. She's never modelled before.

Oh, you can thank your lucky stars. Your
first time's with me.

There we are.

Beautiful.

Oi!

Lanky, stop blocking my light.

Hello, lovely.

Oh, don't they look wonderful?

Hold up, here comes the real trouble.

Get changed into the next lot.

Hi, Cathy.

Oh, little Gracie, you having fun? Oh,
yes, thanks for letting me have a go.

your talents were wasted behind that
cigarette counter.

How is everything proceeding, Mr Parker?

Well... Snapped all your regular stock,
and now I've an hour to get these birds

through the design range.

And I usually save work in miracles for
a Sunday. Fun spread and woman's on, and

he thinks he's David Bailey. I don't
even think Bailey's ready for this,

clobber. Oh, no.

Look sharp.

I thought it was your day off.

It is.

I'm looking for a number.

Who? Cecil Bradley.

He owes me a favor.

You are a lifesaver.

I'm not here. I'm going.

What?

Anything of interest?

Diamond theft on Market Street.

Valued over three grand.

Christ on a bike.

Call the jewelers. Already have. No
one's tried to offload anything like it.

Well, check the staff.

Taken statements, plus family and
neighbours.

I'm about to cross -reference for any
inconsistencies.

Damn, Larry.

Marriage has been the making of you.
Boss, please don't panic.

Your secret's safe.

This isn't what we discussed, Kate. You
asked for a cutting edge.

These are his statements.

Yeah, and if this had any more pockets,
it'd be a snooker table.

Pockets are power.

Men hoard them for money and keys and
papers, but God forbid a woman's

needs get in the way of showing her
curves.

It's time we were free of it.

CCs can lead this revolution.

I don't disagree, in principle.

But you can't promise one thing and then
supply another.

Well, I think these fit the brief
better.

Kate, Ashley, do you have the garments
we agreed on?

Oh, God, OK.

They're at home. I'll go get them.

Ladies, if the prima donna doesn't get a
shift on, we're never getting her lot

done before 12.

All right, we only booked the models for
the morning. I thought we had you all

day. Yeah, you have me, not them.

You wanted to keep it cheap.

Oh, great, you'll stay on. I'll ask the
other girl too.

And pay them with what?

We need a signature range.

And Kate is very good.

What's the rush for the pictures?

The Echo needs them by tomorrow to make
the Friday edition.

Look at this one. Oh, my God, look at
this one.

You look like your granny.

Say again, Ethel.

Oh, look at this one.

No, Cotram was given to him.

Mum would have been called something
else.

My guess is she's late 40s to mid -50s.
Hey!

Keep it down in there, will you?

What was that?

I know how the debossed print may be
nothing.

It's all a long shot.

Yeah.

It'll make us even.

Thanks, Cecil.

Oi! Back in the boxes.

These are going to the shop.

Give it here.

Now.

Hurry up. They'll be carrying me out in
a box at this rate.

There we go.

Oh, that is truly creme brulee.

That's some dynamite, Duchess. Smoulder
for me. Tie the face.

He's very chipper.

Wait.

Oh, what now?

It has to be right.

It has to be done today or none of it
matters.

Darn cow.

You don't have to put up with it.

Dinosaurs like you go extinct.

Hiya, Geordie.

Oh, hi, Grace.

You having fun?

Too right.

We're in a signature range having my
picture taken.

You know he's met Petula Clark.

Ah, you two. Two peas.

Give us a hand with the lights.

Come on.

Quick as you can. Move them nice and
close. One by each girl.

This isn't too hot, is it?

It's pretty hot, actually.

Stop flirting with the German. We're on
a deadline.

Position, lady.

That's it. That's it.

Delightful.

Sit down.

Dad? Mm -hmm? You had a call from a
Cecil?

He said to ring him back. He might have
found a lead.

Well, then, brilliant.

Well,

haven't we all had a successful day?

Oh, yeah. Apart from having no money and
no time and losing one of my fellow

boas.

You know, I caught David playing with
them.

David wouldn't take one.

Oh, he might.

Always acting odd.

What do you mean, odd?

A few weeks back, I caught him...
..wearing a dress.

So?

So... ..it's not right.

New Year's Eve, 1953.

You got wall -eyed on port and danced
around... In my wedding dress to Tutti

Frutti. That's not the same.

If you're worried, talk to him.

I don't think you understand him. And
hanging around in dress shops is hardly

helping matters.

Oh, so it's my fault now as well, is it?

That's not what I'm... My arms ache, my
feet have

blisters and I've barely slept.

Well, we'll get the curtains and rails
done today, and if everyone chips in, we

might even get a head.

There's more than just that.

We'll have a chap hand -painting the
door and window signs later, and another

fixing the till, all assuming anyone's
going to turn up on Saturday.

They will.

They won't be able to move for what
he's...

Oh, Mrs C, don't come in...

Pass me some tweezers?

I don't carry them, boss.

But this is a clothes shop, Larry. Have
a look around.

Will scissors do?

It'll have to.

Well, will you look at that?

That's an old .32 -20.

So he was definitely shot.

Chances are, Larry.

Fits a revolver and a rifle.

But carrying a rifle round town is
hardly discreet.

An old bloke across the road heard a
loud crack around 10pm.

Could have been the gun.

Well, there's no sign of a wallet.

Robbery, then?

What is that?

Oh, that poor man.

I can't believe it.

Have you any idea what he was doing
there?

He promised to develop the photos and
drop them off.

They have to go to the Echo today to
make an ad for tomorrow's edition.

Oh, my goodness.

The last you saw him was when we all
left at six.

He said he was working late, so I gave
him our spare set of keys.

Kathy and I are the only others.

Did he get close to either of these
models?

I think Grace took a shine to him.

Well, there was that designer girl.

Tony didn't seem very fond of her.

Kate Ashley.

Any more full of herself should be
inside out.

Yeah, I did wonder, why not ask Daniel
to take this?

The boys needed some space.

But we could ask him now.

We could set up in the storeroom again,
and then we could catch today's echo.

Cathy, the shop's a crime scene.

Couldn't we just pop into the front
room?

I've got officers dusting for prints,
and a firearms expert due after lunch.

It'll be 24 hours at least.

Sorry.

Aren't you the two chippies from Cathy's
shop?

Cathy's husband.

Part -time chippy.

Full -time inspector.

And I'm Alfie.

Can we come in?

Is that a fashion thing or a pirate
thing?

You okay?

I'm less symmetrical.

I'll cope.

I fell.

I was here on my own. It was altogether
quite frightful.

Grouse feathers, right?

You buy these?

They're from a hunt.

You should.

You too, but not posh.

You're into photography, too?

Wait, hey, hey!

What was on that roll?

That thug can't ever have them.

Who are you talking about?

Tony.

He's accused me of stealing his film,
hasn't he? I'm afraid Tony was found

this morning.

I think you'd better come with us.

Will you postpone?

No, not when we're this close.

We'll get back in tomorrow and work
twice as hard. It'll be next to

We've got to prove to everybody that we
can do it.

But it does depend on you helping us
with the photos.

Ah, so now you want me.

We need you.

I can't go back to Twinitons, and if
this doesn't work, well... You don't

to be responsible for making a grown
woman cry, do you?

Wait. We're talking about taking the
photos today.

He's got family portraits all afternoon.
They've been booked in for weeks.

Could you tell them you're ill?

You'd have our undying gratitude.

And a store discount.

And Mrs C will cook you hot pots for a
month.

I've made worse excuses.

But shoot, develop and deliver in one
day. And there's no studio.

Do it on the meadow.

No, it'll look too twee. The natural
light would help.

And it's a great backdrop.

And less travel.

So you'll do it?

Well, I've always wanted to do fashion.

I'd hazard a guess that you had a run
-in with Tony Parker last night at your

flat.

Did he hit you, Kate?

Tony Parker must have come round to drop
off copies of these.

All the weird angles.

Your clothes, barely in frame.

I reckon you hated them.

Told him how bad they were, he gave you
that shiner in return.

These are your photos, aren't they?

Your what?

Oh, you saw Tony taking pictures.

Standard stuff, not artsy, not like
these.

No, you saw Tony with his feet and
Cathy's clothes for the same reason.

More than anything, you... You want to
stand out.

His was so boring.

So obvious.

When he had a cigarette break, I
borrowed his camera.

I put a new film in, took my role, and
didn't put his back.

The role you exposed just now.

He found out after developing them.

What about the other roles?

I destroyed them too.

That's a cocky move.

And risky.

All art is risky.

So you admit a rivalry and Daddy hit
you. That's a motive.

What? At the shoot, you said he'd go
extinct.

Plus, you have experience with guns. You
knew where he'd be.

I didn't kill him.

Where did you go after you left the shop
last night?

I went home.

Tony showed up around nine, five
minutes, and then he left.

Anyone else see this?

Or confirm your whereabouts for the rest
of the night?

The only witnesses were the 40 printed
skirts I had to hem all night for your

wife's shop.

Look, I'm sorry about ruining the film.

I didn't do it.

Means, motive, and no alibi.

And no evidence. Not yet.

Boss!

You're not going to believe what we
found on the diamond theft.

It was a three grand diamond, Larry.
You're a very honest man.

No.

It's Tony Parker.

Turns out he was photographing it.

Sorry? The day before yesterday, the
jeweller, the right old fella, took the

diamond to a studio and Parker snapped
it.

Then, on the way home, the old boys
knocked over.

Diamonds pinched.

Tony could have pinched it.

But it wasn't on his body.

Nor was the wallet.

Find out where Tony Parker was staying.

Boss.

If Kay or one of the models caught wind
of that...

Chin up a bit.

Very good.

Oh, Feline!

Just in time.

We'll get you into the pinafore first.
Of course.

We're using our new photographer's house
to change, so I'll show you.

Kathy, I'm afraid I cannot stay.

I've got an audition.

A really big one. I have to go.

What? I don't understand.

You've already come all the way out
here.

I wanted to tell you in person.

I'm sorry I cannot miss this.

Please. We need you.

She's good.

She's been learning from me.

Good luck.

Kathy?

Could you hold this tight?

Trouble? Well, by process of
elimination, Grace has now become the

CC's boutique.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, no, not now.

You two are not interrupting my photo
shoot. Kathy, we need to talk to the

girls. I've saved you the trouble.

Statements from them both.

Everything they know. Well, everything
they tell me. So you don't need to

us.

Impressive.

Impressive? We'll be catching him so I
can get back in my shop.

Is that for Lane?

It was.

Right. We'll start with Grace.

We have to do it by the book.

Then you'd better be down quick.

A diamond?

Oh, my goodness.

He never mentioned it.

He talked about being flush, but I
figured it was because of his work.

You know he's met Petula Clark and Harry
Seacombe?

It's worth a fair bit as well.

I wouldn't blame anyone for wanting to
get their hands on it.

Just because I'm a poor farm girl from
the sticks doesn't mean I'm eyeing every

chance to steal.

I truly didn't know.

Grace, was the shoot the last time you
saw him?

No, he tipped me for a drink down the
pickerel afterwards.

Just an hour.

He was so lovely.

Was there anyone else with you?

Did he talk to anyone?

No, just us.

And where did he go after that?

Home to develop the photos.

Said he had some business today and
promised he'd call me tonight.

Did he say what business?

Just that he had calls to make.

I know I shouldn't say this, but I don't
care if Tony was a thief.

He promised he'd take me away to London,
get me work.

Said I was graceful, like my name.

I can see you on Pond's cold cream.

I packed a bag.

I hope you catch the bastard who did for
him.

Because I wanted that.

So badly.

Well, this was Tony's address.

Well, I'm guessing he didn't bring
Petula Clark here.

Not unless he was flogging her a
diamond.

Where is he? Come on, give it to me!

Where is he?

Where is he?

Hey!

Hey!

Well, let's calm it down.

Right, freeze or I'll shoot!

Hey, easy.

Why don't we just talk this through? I
don't want to talk!

Get the man a drink.

While you're at it, get me one as well.

Let's see if cooler heads prevail, shall
we?

See if there's ice.

There is, in the freezer tray.

I mean, I imagine there is.

What are you looking for?

Maybe we can help.

Sure, help yourself.

Don't try anything stupid now.

Let's just take a moment, shall we?

There's a bloody rock in that.

Diamonds! Troy, get off! Get off me! I
want it! No, you stupid man! Get off me!

What were you going to do?

Shoot us or assemble a shed?

Ben?

Crap.

Ryan Halliday, bootmaker in Chesterton.

Previous for receiving and possessing
stolen goods.

We know you were looking for the
diamond.

Well, my guess is Tony Parker came to
you asking you to fence it, but you

figured you could kill him and keep it
for yourself.

I'm not a murderer.

And yet, just half an hour ago, you
threatened to shoot both of us. You

said I had a gun. You only assumed I
did.

It's still threatening an officer and a
vicar.

The judge will love that.

And that's all before we even get to
breaking and entering.

Tony called me yesterday.

He'd sent odds and sods my way before.
Posh dresses, jewels, stuff from his

shoots.

But now he's got this diamond, and he
wants to move it quick and get out of

country. When were you supposed to meet
him?

This morning at the betting shop, and he
never showed. I know you've got a dozen

witnesses who'll attest as much.

But when you learned he was dead, you
went searching for the diamond.

What about the girl?

Feline. First time I saw her was at
Tony's just before you boogers turned

I paid Tony for a copy of the CC's
photograph from my own portfolio.

After I heard he'd passed away, I went
to collect them.

I found the door open and... disgusting
Mr. Halliday inside.

Had you been there before?

No. So knowing about the ice tray was a
lucky guess?

Is it illegal here to assume someone has
a freezer?

Where were you last night? After six?

I'm not a suspect.

I beg to differ.

I've just been held up.

And you're accusing me. This is
prejudice.

Sorry? Yeah, simply because I am German.

Hang on.

What? No one's for you.

Urgent.

Everything all right, Daniel?

It's about the dead photographer.

There's a model involved.

Feline.

I thought I recognized her in the shoot.
Is she...

Bolted.

Promise me you'll be discreet.

What are we talking about?

If you'll recall, I wasn't always a
family photographer.

What was it you told Kathy?

Photo shoots with John Cole?

A gig for Liberty in London?

I mean, no offense to my wife, but Tony
Parker must have been a step down.

Work is work.

Or maybe he was a step back in time.

Particularly after Daniel Marlowe took
over today.

I don't know what you mean.

Feline Meyer might not.

But what about Phyllis Morgan?

Years back, Daniel Marlowe fell on hard
times. He took photos of models.

But it was less about what they were
wearing and more about what they

He remembered Phyllis Morgan.

We all do things we regret.

I don't regret anything, Becca.

Yeah.

That was me.

I was gonna carry on filming all you
know.

So why Feline?

Because Phyllis is a dolly bird on a
seaside postcard.

But Feline Meyer can't sell haute
couture.

And both of them can do. Time for
obstructing the law and breaking an

I didn't break in. You knew about Tony's
diamond.

The git was bragging about coming into
money.

I heard him arranging to meet the
holiday fella, so I called round about

-ish last night, trying to charm him.

But he was in a write -off about his
photos being ruined. Couldn't get

out of him.

I figured it was worth seeing if he'd
left the stone behind.

Or maybe you shot him before he could
tell you where it was hidden.

Why don't you ask my manager at the
weekend club?

I was waiting tables for me till close.

It wasn't me.

Sorry, boss. No sign of the diamond in
Tony Parker's bedsheet.

Yeah, Halliday mentioned him wanting to
leave the country.

Yeah, call the travel agent.

See, Parker booked tickets by anyway.

Well,

I don't know what Kathy will make us
see.

We hope.

I'm betting Halliday's alibi we'll check
out.

Probably Feline's too. And Grace claims
Tony was her ticket to greater things.

She doesn't benefit from his death.

So she says, but she's got no alibi.

Nor does Kate, who did have a grievance
for Tony. Let's see what the crime scene

report brings in the morning.

You thought any more about your mum's
letter?

I've had years to think about it,
Geordie.

And make peace with the fact that she's
probably passed away.

Or gone abroad, or lost her marbles and
forgot me completely.

Or is alive and well.

And regretting every day that she gave
you up. Geordie, please stop.

Okay. Okay.

Cecil, it's Geordie.

What's this lead you think you have?

Oh, these are wonderful.

I'm going to get them off to the Echo
straight away.

You are a lifesaver, isn't that?

A pleasure.

Good luck with the shop.

I'll see you both on Saturday.

We can't open on Saturday.

Not properly.

Sylvia. We've run out of time to finish
the shop.

But we can do something else.

Cathy and Sylvia request the pleasure of
your company at CC Boutique's inaugural

fashion show.

We have the stock, so we show off the
clothes.

We take orders.

It will be an event.

We can't change plans now.

We'll be a laughing stock.

We have to adapt.

I've found us a stage which we could set
up in the shop tomorrow like a Paris

catwalk. Oh, you've arranged it, have
you? You didn't think to check in with

tried bringing this up, but you don't
listen.

And now I've got no choice. You're
ambushing me, cacicating.

This is our only choice.

I don't even need a job.

But I did this because I thought it
would be fun for us, together.

Hello, Mrs C... Cathy.

I don't want to get into it right now.
Just...

Tell me some good news, please.

I think I found Alfie's mum.

The question now is, how do I tell him?

Pathologist confirmed.

Exit wound and ballistics suggest it was
a rifle and not a handgun.

That would be hard to hide.

Wasn't ditched nearby either.

Oh, so maybe hidden in a big bag or
cage?

That's not ideal. That's your choice.

So maybe the only weapon the killer had
access to.

Mrs. C?

Hey, what's the matter?

Oh, nothing. I've just been a silly old
fool.

Those are three things you will never
be.

Tell me.

We've no time.

I can't find the missing feather boa.

These fancy coats are coming apart.

But mostly it's the fights.

It's one thing to lose a shot, but... I
don't think I can take losing my friend.

Oh, Mrs. Fink.

It'll be all right.

Any idea where that feather boa is,
David?

No.

Are you sure?

What's in your bag?

Nothing.

Show me.

You lied to me. I was going to give it
back.

Are you going to wear it? Is that it?

Planting around like a big... No!

What are you doing here?

We went out to shop and Dad said you
needed cheering up.

What's going on?

It's all gone to pot.

I should have stuck up my old job.

Not gallivanting off thinking I'm Coco
bloody Chanel.

This is your dream, Mum.

And how come the closer I get to it, the
more I push people away?

Years of wishing I was in charge, you
know.

I've seen you in charge. When I lived
here, you could be a right tyrant.

And you can be a right little demon.

You can't be like this with Mrs. C.

I'm not.

Mrs. Loomis says we mustn't recreate our
home lives at work.

Yeah, well, your dad spent more time at
the shop than me. No, I'm talking about

the craziness here.

What craziness?

Don't get me wrong.

You're an amazing mum.

But sometimes you do try and control
everything.

And that's what pushes people away.

Best mummy you did was when you tried to
encourage us.

The shop's not called Cathy's.

It's Cece's. Because the two of you are
supposed to be in this together.

I think I've really messed up.

You've come this far, haven't you?

Got a shop, a designer range, an ad in
the papers.

All my friends are coming, so quit
moping.

Your dream won't come any closer by
itself.

Geordie, what's going on with you and
David?

Really?

Does that matter right now?

Yes.

Yes, it does.

I don't understand him.

I thought it would be the girls turning
me grey with worry.

But somehow they're as tough as nails.

But my little boy...

The world is going to chew him up,
Alfie.

Is he just a wallflower, or am I going
to be warning him not to get arrested in

men's toilets?

Have you talked to him about it? And say
what?

He never speaks to me anyway.

He just daydreams and doodles.

I can't see what he sees.

Maybe it's the same for all young
fellas.

Because I'm struggling to understand
you, too.

That letter.

Don't flip this around, Joby.

I've got something.

Sylvia!

Sylvia, this is wonderful.

I'm so sorry.

I've been awful to you.

I so badly wanted to prove to everybody
that I could do it.

But I lost sight of us.

You've saved our shop.

Oh, Kathy, I'm so glad.

We're in this together.

Travel agent just confirmed that Tony
Parker booked a single ticket to Costa

Brava for this weekend.

He was meant to flood the diamond to
Halliday, then disappear.

He wasn't hanging around.

He wasn't taking anyone with him.

Who do you mean?

Grace Tuffett.

She believed he was taking her away.

I don't think she'd kill a man for just
being stood up.

Cathy's statement on the models.

Grace lives with her mum and brothers on
a farm. I checked it out.

Her dad ran out on them years ago.

Left the family up to their necks in
debt.

Then Tony swans into her life, promising
her the world while planning a solo

trip abroad.

She's spurned again.

Only thing I can't figure out is the
gun.

How did she get it there?

Hey, Geordie.

Look at this.

Kate Ashley took this photo of you in
CC's on Wednesday.

And Daniel Marlowe took this one
yesterday.

You see here, the inner pocket is fine,
whereas here,

it's cut open.

The stitching must have come undone.

Maybe.

But that happens to be a very useful
place should you need to hide a gun in

public.

Maybe a Rook rifle.

Like the one registered to Gareth
Tofford of Long Oak Farm.

Your father.

How would my dad's old gun be involved?

Come on, Grace.

We know he abandoned you. Left you with
the farm and its debt.

He wanted to escape with Tony so badly.

He promised you escape.

But he was leaving without you.

And you couldn't handle that rejection.

It's like being abandoned all over
again.

So you snapped.

My goodness, Geordie.

What an awful way to look at a person's
misfortune. I miss my dad so much.

I'm not angry.

I'm sad that he felt he had no choice
but to leave.

I pray that wherever he is, he's safe
and well.

I might dream of escaping, but I
wouldn't harm a soul for it.

Have we got the wrong end of the stick
about her?

The hole in the pocket, the gun.

That's means.

Life in poverty, rejection by Tony.

That's a motive. I think she's playing
us, Geordie.

So what do you suggest?

Two more minutes, Grace, then you'll be
on your way.

Boss, we've found it.

Parker's diamond.

Good work, Larry.

Log it in.

Going somewhere?

Don't kill me!

When you get rejected, you don't lash
out.

You get thick -skinned.

Independent.

You wanted to make a life for yourself
and...

We've just seen what you're willing to
do together.

So when Tony was bragging about his
score, you set your sights on the

I'm guessing you met him at the pickerel
to try and seduce him.

And when you couldn't get his location
out of him that way...

What are we touching?

You're a bit in.

Where's the diamond?

You're having a laugh.

You wouldn't dare.

Give it to me.

I wanted a chance to live free away from
the farm.

Just a break.

You're still playing the victim.

I never had a choice.

You didn't give Tony much of a one
either.

You're kidding yourselves if you think
you look a diamond gift horse in the

mouth.

Well, I had to try.

Tony, sure as hell, didn't need as much
as I did.

But you couldn't find the diamond.

So you stole his wallet to throw us off
the scent.

Can't blame a girl for trying, can you?

Ladies and gentlemen.

Notice this lovely mustard skirt suit in
orange and black, complemented with a

black patent handbag.

And here we have Celine in our pure wool
striped cape, with clever side

button fastening, and of course,
pockets.

And ladies, you are not going to want to
miss this pinafore and sweater

combination.

Designed by Kate Ashley.

Modelled by my gorgeous daughter, Esme
Katie.

And available exclusively at CC's
Boutique.

Thank you, madam.

That will be available for collection on
Monday.

Thank you.

Oh, Meg.

What's Meg doing here?

Oh, I might have done.

I thought you weren't seeing her.

It's purely platonic.

We get along, we enjoy each other's
company.

Why complicate it?

Bollocks.

I am perfectly capable of being friends
with her.

Not everything in my life has to be a
drama.

Meg.

I'm glad you can make it.

Me too.

It's important to have friends of the
opposite sex.

Absolutely.

People you can just talk with.

Or go to fashion shows with.

You know, there's a...

There's a play on at the Theatre Royal
next week. Well, I think we both enjoy

it.

Cheers.

All came together in the end, eh?

Yeah, you and I, we should talk more.

What about?

It was for fishing lords.

What? I wanted the feathers for lords.

I like fishing too.

Go on.

Well done.

You were both fantastic.

A whole new career awaits.

Oh,

there's a pocket.

Pockets are packed.

Congratulations. Thank you, Jack.

I'm so proud of you.

I knew you'd make a successful move.

Congratulations, Cathy.

Oh, thank you.

We should celebrate you, too.

Celebrate what?

Well, finding your mum.

Cathy. Isn't Geordie a marvel?

What? You're a dark horse, keeping all
that quiet.

So pleased for you. You've got so much
to look forward to.

Give us a minute, would you, Kathy?

What?

What did I say?

Alfie.

Alfie, wait.

So not only have you been telling
everyone about me, you've been trying to

her too. When I explicitly asked you not
to, I just...

I just wanted to help.

I've been making calls, pulling favors.
I got an address.

That's all.

Last known residence.

It could be her.

How dare you? I never asked you to do
that.

Why won't you just let me move on?
Because I think you're missing an

opportunity. Don't you dare try and be
my father, too, because I really don't

need that.

I'm not scared of rejection. I've
decided to close that door. Oh,

It's your bloody mother.

You can't bottle that stuff up and avoid
it forever.

Just like you can't keep playing friends
with Meg.

Oh, because you know best, right?

Because wise old Geordie's got it all
figured out. The arrogance.

Hey, just trying to help. You can't even
talk to your own bloody son.

You can barely hide your disappointment.

So you can imagine how compelled I feel
to hunt down the woman who abandoned me

when you're demonstrating such world
-class parenting. Well, you know what?

To hell with you, Julie.

You'll apologize.

No, I won't. Of course you will.

They're here. I feel like we're meeting
the Queen.

Oh, sweet mercy.

It's a little bit church.

You're putting everyone around you in
danger.

I have a terrible feeling about all of
this.

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