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R .D., why do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

R .D., why does a love kiss stay in my
memory?

I may not always love you, but long as
there are stars above you,

you never need to doubt it.

Eileen! I'll make you so sure about it.

Eileen! God only knows what I mean about
you. What the hell is this?

It's a bottle, Vic. An empty bottle?

Where's it gone?

Down the sink.

The malt whiskeys? The Richard's port?
Down the sink?

Because I got home late. Six hours late.
I had a meal on the table at eight. Oh,

for pity's sake, woman, do you know how
much this brandy cost?

Just think of the holiday I've given you
liver.

Your favourite, right?

Not me, Jack.

Not me, Jack!

I don't regret getting married.

I had no doubts at the time.

We got on so well.

Well, it happens, Don.

I mean, many a firm friendship ends at
the altar.

I miss parts of it.

Married life.

With the kids, of course, but other
everyday things.

You know, the lights on when I get home.

Fire on the go.

When do you think your divorce will come
through?

No idea.

Haven't had the papers through.

Well, perhaps she's having second
thoughts.

Thanks. If Eileen Needham rings again,
keep it to yourself, will you?

She asked for you especially, Sarge.

Apparently her husband had smashed some
heirlooms left to her by her mother. She

wishes to press charges against him for
malicious damage.

Go and sort it out while you're messing.

Expensive, I suppose.

That's not what made them valuable.

I can't replace them, you see.

Sergeant Miller said you want to press
charges against your husband.

Is that possible?

Well, if the damaged property is clearly
yours and not shared, then yes.

I know me and Vic go up like a bottle of
pop, but enough's enough.

I've asked a solicitor to get me a
divorce.

I see.

It's not someone local who knows us
socially.

It's a specialist from Leeds.

I'm sorry.

You don't want to know all that.

Here's a list of the demonstrations.

Thank you.

You haven't been stopping it, have you?

No. I was interrupted.

Stan Bickle's arrived.

Oh, I didn't see him.

Yeah, he's parked his caravan down by
the field.

Is he well?

I don't know. I didn't ask.

David, I know you don't like Stan, but
you could at least make him welcome for

my sake.

Why?

He's always making fun of me.

Oh, I know.

That's just his way, love.

Stan and me, we've had some right good
laughs. And he does pay for his pitch.

Hey, up.

How goes it, Stan? Hello, love. I'm
champion. How's yourself?

Better for seeing you.

Oh, you're a rare bird, then. Nonsense.

No end of people ask me when you're
going to be round again.

Oh, that's something.

Who's that, then?

My daughter, Josie. Say hello to Peggy.

Hello.

Mugger tea's ready.

I'll be with you in a second, love.

Is she staying with you? For the time
being. She chucked her job in last week

and then she had a row with her mother.

Noreen says it's time I took some
responsibility for Josie for a change.

separated, Noreen and me, as you know.

What's she going to do?

Stuck in a caravan all day.

Search me.

A week or two on the road with me and
she'll soon be running back to mum.

I'm looking for Vic Needham.

He's around the back.

Thanks.

Mr Needham!

What's up? One of my lads need bailing
out.

No, we're investigating a case of
malicious damage to your wife's

pottery. Are you serious?

Do you admit to smashing the items?

You got your boots dirty just to ask me
that. Yes or no?

We had a barney.

A tiff.

Things get knocked.

Penny Road, it's none of your business.

I'm afraid that your wife has made it
our business.

Did she tell you what she did to my best
brandy? My Jack.

Put your little black book away. We'll
sort it out like we always have.

I wouldn't bank on that.

She's instructed a divorce solicitor.

Oh, give me strength.

Every solicitor in the district knows
the score between me and Eileen. I

understand this one is from out of town.

Yeah, well, wherever he's from, he's
wasting his time.

So, what do you do round here to keep
sane?

I'll put it another way.

What do you do in your spare time?

Oh, I don't really get much spare time.

You're anti -theist to that, then, I
suppose.

She says the devil makes work for idle
hands.

I reckon she should know.

David, why are you taking so long?

Oh, it was my fault, Mrs Armstrong.

He keeps stopping to chat me up.

No, I don't.

Well, I mean, chat, but not up.

I reckon he's shy, your nephew.

Yeah, he's shy of another six boxes that
still need shifting.

What happened to your wine?

I sell it to connoisseurs with deep
pockets and strong heads. The very smell

from them boxes can make you woozy, so
keep clear.

I mean now.

Well, if she can prove the property is
hers and it's not jointly owned, then

can press charges.

In a criminal court against her own
husband?

It's daft.

Well, it's embarrassing, certainly.

I'm not proud of myself, Oscar, but she
didn't half wind me up.

All my best brandy and malt's down the
sink.

That's criminal, I tell you.

I'd tell her I'd divorce her if I didn't
love her to bits.

Always have, always will.

I'd like to see off any number of blokes
to get, you know.

Most of them well -heeled but weak
-kneed.

A woman likes a man to act like a man.
Do you think so?

I do, actually, yeah.

Well, I had nothing when I met her.

Told her I'd give her the world.

Think she'll like the sound of that.

Oh, for pity's sake!

No, Vic, Vic.

Oh, the evil cow! Vic, calm down.

I've only used them once.

They can be reshafted.

The pro will lend you another set. Vic!

Vic, leave it!

Oh, flaming Nora.

For you.

You were obviously of great sentimental
value.

Yes.

This wasn't just wanton destruction.

It was a personal assault on you. Well,
in Vic's defence, he'd say I wound him

up. Oh, nonsense.

A few bottles of booze disposed of for
the sake of his own health is blameless.

And the damage to his car? A scratch.

No justification at all for this.

He must have a volcanic temper.

Yes. Me too on occasions.

Let's just concentrate on your husband,
Mrs Needham.

Has he ever been...

Unfaithful? No.

Are you certain of that?

Well, yes.

Have he ever harmed you physically?

No. Take your time, Mrs Needham.

Are you quite sure?

Yes.

Well, then you've been a very lucky
lady.

Judging by what I've seen and heard, his
behaviour is changing for the worse.

I think you caught me just in time.

What's going on?

Shift the bike.

It's better where it is for the moment,
Mr Needham. What do you mean? I want to

get in. What are you doing here? We had
a call warning us of a potential breach

of the peace.

Who the hell's this?

Is there a problem, Constable?

Who are you?

Sylvia Swinton, your wife's solicitor.

Shift your bike.

I'm afraid I can't do that. Are you
stopping me going into my own property?

I'm trying to stop you from making
things worse for yourself.

Thank you for your vigilance, Constable.
Belt up, you. Fetch Eileen out. She's

safer where she is.

I'm not having this.

If you won't shift the bike, I will.

Rita, I'm saying...

Can I go now?

Not for the moment.

I've given a statement.

What more do you want?

Well, this covers the damage to your
wife's property, but there are other

matters. Such as?

Trying to take a motorcycle without
consent.

He's joking, isn't he?

We take no satisfaction being involved
in marital disputes. Quite the opposite.

But we've no choice when one party makes
a formal complaint and backs it up with

evidence and legal advice.

Now, we will wait on events before we
decide whether to prosecute or not.

And let's just hope your wife has second
thoughts.

You're dolled up. On a special occasion?

No. I thought I'd better pull my socks
up.

We've got someone staying.

Ah, nice, is he?

It's a she.

And very smart, too.

There she is now.

Hiya. Hi.

What can I get you? Thank you. An orange
juice, please.

This is Carol, our district mayor.

How do you do?

Sylvia Swinton.

Hi. First time in Edinburgh?

Um, yes.

How are you finding it?

Give her a chance. She's only just got
here. Yes, and sadly I will be working,

so my sightseeing will be limited.

Oh, it's a pity.

What sort of work?

I'm a solicitor. I specialise in
divorce.

Divorce? Anyone we know?

Very probably.

To tell you the truth, it was touch and
go whether I'd make it this week. I

should have been in court.

Oh? Yeah, some...

They'd have only banned me from driving,
so I gave it to Miss.

Saves everyone, my mother.

I suppose so.

Oh, thanks, love.

Where's yours?

It's on the bar. I'll leave you two in
peace.

Well, it won't do for me. I'm sitting
around all day.

Surely she can knock on some doors for
you. Oh, no.

She's nearly worn our David out, we're
nattering. Is that why two brains have

stayed at home, then?

Two brains?

David?

One brain lost, the other out looking
for it.

No,

you'd have to go to Ashfield to find
anything more lively.

What, like a chip shop?

No, there's a couple of clubs, a cinema,
a coffee bar.

I mean, David knows all the places. Oh,
he's taxing people to him. But he never

steps foot inside one without his
warder.

Probably not.

You'd think he'd want to live in his own
place rather than being under her

thumb. That is his place.

His?

You mean she's the lodger?

Yeah.

You'd be best to not disturb her if
she's going to bed.

Do you credit me with no sense?

Damage limitation, Mr Needham.

Yes, nanny.

Ronnie?

Have you got one for the back door?

Not with me.

But this is the right one, I'm sure.

Right key, wrong lock.

What? It may have been changed.

Look, I don't think that's a good idea.
Eileen, open this flaming door now!

She may have gone out.

Eileen!

Just stop and think. This is my house. I
built it. I live here.

You give me your words.

Yeah, well, all bets are off, pal.

My dad said... Josie, you were old
enough to know your own mind. Thing is,

change my mind most days.

I mean, knowing your own mind is one
thing.

Sticking to what you've decided is
another.

What do you think?

Or does your auntie do that for you?

No, no, of course not.

But she stops you taking me out
tomorrow.

Well, she won't. Well, I don't break my
promises.

Oh, good for you.

Right. Again.

You're good for me, David.

Oh, hello.

I was wondering where you'd got to.

I came back to keep David company.

So I see.

Right. One more.

No,

David, not now. It's time we were all
turning in.

Oh, right.

OK.

Did my dad come with you?

No, he stayed at the pub for one or two.
Three or four.

Right, I'll be off.

See you, David.

Bye, then.

Until tomorrow.

Bye.

I'm looking for Mr Stan Bickle. What
time do you call this?

I'm sorry, but there's been an accident
involving Mr Bickle's van.

We think he left the scene of the
collision and he might be in a bad way.

Depends on what you mean by bad.

He's flat out in here.

He got in about half an hour ago.

Said he'd have a nightcap.

A nightcap?

Do you want me to wake him?

No. No point.

But we'll want to see him at the police
station first thing in the morning.

Excuse me, Sergeant.

It seemed a sensible solution, given the
time of night.

There is nothing sensible about this,
Mason. I was following your advice about

damage limitation, Sergeant.

Yes, yes, all right, but just get rid of
him.

Let him and his wife sort this out in
their time, not ours.

Just a moment.

What is it? Do I really need to go to
court?

I think you got your answer last night.

If he'd broken in, anything could have
happened.

What if he said you were frightened?

I was.

Well, then, an injunction will give you
immediate protection.

Hmm?

Best not to keep the judge waiting.

I thought you didn't break the missus.

I don't. I said I'd protect you. But not
her as well.

Well, I couldn't say no, could I? I
mean, she'd have been all upset.

No bad thing for her to be upset now and
again.

I didn't say it was.

I just don't want to be around when it
happens.

You just as bad been on a picnic.

Do you need any help? No, I'm nearly
done. Oh, go easy on that fish face. It

repeats on me.

I'll just go and warm the car up. All
right, I'll be with you in a jiffy,

lovely.

Now then, where's me boo?

We'll be in the car then. Oh, all right.

Have you seen my boobs?

Boobs.

Yes, Miss Swinton.

You did speak to PC Mason?

Yes. They said he'd be along here as
soon as possible.

Then perhaps I can see the sergeant,
rather than waste any more time.

I'm afraid that he's otherwise engaged.

Morning. Oh, hello, Stan.

You saved me a journey. I heard you were
round about.

Can you get these shears sharpened for
us? Excuse me, there is a queue.

Oh, sorry, no offence.

I thought I'd dealt with your inquiry,
Miss Swinton.

To whose satisfaction?

I'll see if the sergeant's free.

Thank you.

Jeff.

Yes.

Mr Bickle, I think we're due an
explanation.

How do you mean?

Well, you can't crush a van into bus
shelters without giving rise to some

questions. Have you got your documents?

Oh.

You must have had a bit of a bump.

A bit of a knock, yes.

Became dazed and confused, I expect.

Well, I just wanted to go home and get
my head down. Well, naturally.

You were probably still a little groggy
this morning, but as soon as you were

feeling well enough, you came here to
report what had happened.

That's right.

She's right.

Will your report include your night out
at the Aidensfield Arms?

Well, I did pop in for a couple. If
you're suggesting that this gentleman

excess alcohol in his system, you'll
need the usual proof instead of third

-party gossip.

If Mr Bickle hadn't made himself
incapable of taking a breath test, no

we'd have it.

As it is, the destruction of a bush
shelter points to careless driving at

very least.

Were you careless?

I don't know.

Was I?

Well, not if you were avoiding something
that suddenly ran into the road.

Yes, a cow.

Are you sure it wasn't a dog or a fox?

No, it was a cow.

Can I call that?

Oh, yes.

Mrs Swinton, how can I help?

Following the incident last night
witnessed by P .C. Mason, I have

applied for an injunction excluding Mr
Needham from the family home.

An injunction is a civil matter, Mrs
Swinton, and none of our business.

Unless it is breached.

Well, let's not jump that gun, shall we?

The prosecution of Mr Needham for
malicious damage, however, is your

I trust you'll be putting this case
before the magistrates without delay.

Needham?

Yeah?

What's this? A court injunction.

What?

Hey!

You can stick this.

You're not making things easy for
yourself or for me.

Have you charged him yet? No, Sergeant.

That's quite a sheet you're running up.

Threatening behaviour, malicious damage.

Now, assault.

Mr Needham claims the man tripped.

Of course he did.

It's a building site.

He should have looked where he was
going.

Tell it to the fairies.

We've wasted enough time.

How would you feel if you were excluded
from your home?

A house built with your own hands?

You could appeal against the judge's
ruling.

With these charges pending, no chance.

Not even if he had a solicitor half as
sharp as his wife's.

She's been the cause of this. A good
strangler. That sort of remark really

doesn't help, Mr Needham.

Ah, you know what I mean.

It's the way I talk.

Blow my top and shout.

Doesn't mean nothing.

Well, you may turn the air harmlessly
blue.

But written down in black and white,
Miss Swinton could put any

on it she likes.

I'll find a place.

Keep well away.

Honest. Make sure you do.

Bail him.

You know, Aunt Peggy, we're really sorry
that she's missing this.

What was it that you said she had to do?

I can't remember.

Well, she just said, go off and enjoy
yourselves.

I'm over you. Get the blanket wet.

I'm going to get stuck, babe.

I don't know what's happened.

Help, it's slipping. Don't stop.

Help, it's slipping.

Dan tells me it could be a couple of
days before you can repair his van.

If he's lucky.

Don't say that.

Thought you liked his company.

Yeah, I do.

But I don't like to see him delayed.

What he needs is a loan vehicle.

Oh, what about the earth?

Well, my dead body.

Oh, he's done duty in many ways I'm not
proud of, but knife grinding will be a

new low.

If you're so keen to have him on the
move, why don't you loan him your lorry?

How many nights?

Not sure, love.

Well, we've got a room available all
this week, but this weekend looks booked

up.

Book me till the end of the week, then.
Right.

Pardon me, I'm sure.

Perhaps I should have knocked.

No, no, we're just trying to get warm.

I can see that.

Yeah, Josie, she had a bit of an
accident.

Oh? I fell into a river, but David came
to me rescue.

I didn't think you could swim.

Oh.

Well, it wasn't that deep.

He was my hero, Mrs Armstrong.

We both got soaking wet, though, didn't
we?

It wasn't very funny at the time, but
you kept on laughing.

Yeah, I do that when I'm frightened.

Anyway, we had to cut short our trip to
get dry, so I'm going to make it up to

Josie. Oh?

Yeah, I thought we might take her out
for a day trip to Whitby tomorrow.

Oh, dear.

What a shame. You need a day tomorrow.

Why? Well, I thought we'd let... Dan
borrow the lorry while his van's being

repaired and you'll have to drive it.

Oh, why can't he drive it himself?

Look, without wishing to be rude in
front of Josie, Dad's driving can be a

erratic. How are you? Well, he's drunk.

Which he is, more often than not.

Oh!

Sorry.

Josie reckons that you don't like her
very much.

I see things you don't, David.

Why, I like what?

She's a schemer. Let's just leave it at
that.

Look, I don't like Stan very much, but
you're always asking me to get on with

him. That's different.

He just wants a pitch for his caravan.

I dare say Josie's nice enough, if only
she knew her place.

At home, with her mother.

Well, it's my fault for not putting the
bookend down. Then Dawn would have known

we were booked up out from tomorrow.

Well, I can't be helped.

But I've had a word with the Seeded
Guesthouse. They've got a room with its

bathroom. That might suit you.

Thank you, Dawn.

I'm so sorry about all this.

No, no, no, we want to know.

I'll look for somewhere else tomorrow.

No, you don't have to. Gene's plotting
out alternative digs for Mr Needham. He

doesn't know I'm here.

No, and anybody that does know has been
warned to keep it to themselves.

Thank you.

Woman's liver.

Yeah, I've heard mention of them, but
this is a fair sighting for me.

If it wasn't for her.

I didn't know me would have made up by
now.

Might be a good idea to get your own
solicitor.

All I want is five minutes alone with my
wife.

Vic, we don't want Swinton running rings
round you.

We are on your side, you know, Vic.

Yeah.

Times like this, you know, your friends
are.

Evening.

Ah, Geoffrey.

I'm surprised to see you in here, Mr
Needham.

Like a moth to a flame, eh?

What do you mean?

Er, Jeff, are you going to have a drink?

Oh, thank that.

Use your glass, is it?

Moth to a flame.

Yeah.

Haven't you bumped into her yet?

Who?

The Law Society's answer to Rosa Klebb.

Is she staying here?

Swinton's here.

She's here.

I saw her.

With a white clown face.

Beware the poison toe cap.

That's why you want me out, isn't it?

You're not fully booked at all.

No, Gina just didn't see the point in
aggravating the situation, that's all.

I've been evicted.

She's had me thrown out my own house,
now here.

Oh, steady on, Vic. You too.

On my side. That is a joke!

Vic, where is she?

Gina!

Gina!

Where is she?

Hey, back to the bar and cool down.

But I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't know
about any of this when I booked you in.

So you decided to chuck me out?

It was for the best. For her, you mean?

I'll kill her. Don't be stupid.

Marriage wrecker.

Cut it out.

All you're doing is proving her right.

Now we'll decide who leaves tomorrow.

Back to the bar, please.

No one to talk with.

All by myself.

No one to walk with.

I'm happy on the show.

In this haven.

Save my love for you.

Mama, I know for certain. The one love
through fighting. Just you

that I'm thinking of.

Misbehaving. Save love for you.

Look, we can't get it going.

Better call Bernie, then.

No, he would give me the effect of Mr
Bickle's van.

Have you seen the taxi keys anywhere?

What do you want them for?

Look, look, see, they can't drive their
dad in the lorry. Might as well take

Josie to Whitby.

I see.

An orange juice, half a grapefruit,
brown bread, toast and tea.

Anything else?

No, that's fine. Thank you. Good.

And how's that for you, Mr Needham?

Just a ticket.

Nothing like a full English for setting
up a bloke for work.

Different for pen pushers, I suppose.

Well, I've got work to do, so I'll...

So,

um, did you sleep well, Mr Needham?

Not really, love.

I was kept awake by a creaky bed next
door.

Someone tossing and turning with a
guilty conscience, I reckon.

Funny, you must know when you're awake,
then.

Me? Snow?

Like a pig with three snouts.

My wife's setting out to me.

Oh, a silent martyr, to be sure.

Why not stick a note in your little
black book?

Already done.

Another nail, eh?

Takes a while to make a marriage. No
time at all to destroy one.

Ditch your broomstick and try it
yourself sometime.

Fire her up, David.

What was the problem?

Sort of motor wasn't working. Why was
that?

Who knows?

We'd better get off. Thanks, Bernard.

I'd better see if I can get into the
taxi.

No, don't bother.

I've found the keys.

Well, in that case, I shall get on.

They got off then?

Aye. Better late than never.

And you found the keys to the taxi.

What a surprise.

Yes, funny that.

They were in the oven.

You know what?

It's time you let David do what he
wants.

It's diabolical, the old you've got over
him.

Better it be someone like you.

I don't think so.

He needs somebody with his best
interests at heart, not some Jezebel

wants a roof over her head.

Well, why don't we give him the choice?

You might be surprised.

Hold him.

Constable Younger.

Just the man.

Why? What are you after? I need you to
do me a favour. Well, not for me.

It's just that Alf asked Stan Bickle to
sharpen these shears, and I wondered if

you could deliver them to him for me.

I've no money on me. No, no, it don't
matter. They can sort that out between

themselves another time.

Oh, now you might be able to answer a
little question.

Go on.

Well, if somebody summons to appear in
court and they don't turn up...

What happens?

A warrant's issued for their arrest.

Why do you want to know?

Oh, no, no reason. Just interested.

Now look what you've done.

Now look what you've done.

Look what you've done, baby.

Stop.

Can I have a quiet word?

What's up?

There's a warrant out for your arrest.

Oh, I suppose there might be. Why?

Well, I think the local police must be
on to you.

How do you know?

A little bird.

Come on, you'd better make yourself
scared.

Ow! I'm stuck without my band.

Oh, God.

Er, I'm not interrupting anything.

No, not at all.

Why are you at work?

Oh, I haven't the sort of.

Oh.

Take a seat.

Joe Mason suggested I came and saw you.

We don't like interfering in people's
private affairs, but with Vic's

antics, we had no choice.

Well, I'm sorry you've been troubled,
but that's Vic all over.

We don't think that Miss Swinton helped
the situation.

Well, because she stood up to him, you
mean, on my behalf.

Well, I've never thought that you were
the sort of woman that needed...

Someone to stick up for them.

Yeah, well, things change.

Tired of fighting fire with fire.

And she made me realise that I don't
have to put up with his behaviour

I agree with you. Things are changing.
Yeah, but not Vic.

Well, for what it's worth, I think
you're wrong, Eileen.

Vic is scared of losing you.

It's too late.

I've gone too far to turn back.

I can't believe you mean that.

Perhaps you're scared too.

Scared of what?

Your validity.

If it's that urgent... It's him!

Yeah, it is. Can you do something?

Well, I suppose I can make it drivable,
but it'll only be a stopgap. Oh, thanks,

Bernie. Listen, there's no need to tell
our David.

I'll send him home while we hang on for
the van. All right.

Where's Dad?

Oh, I've left him at the garage.

Change of plan, he said.

It's all been about stopping her going
to Whitby.

Oh, I don't think so.

It's been Aunt Peggy even said that she
wants to make up for the disappointment

and so she's given us this ham and egg
pie so we can slosh it down with a

of her best wine.

It's just like Christmas.

Come on!

Show it back inside, sir. Oh, hello.

Express delivery.

That's quick.

I've just seen Peggy Armstrong.

She asked me to give them to you.

How much?

She didn't say.

I'm not surprised.

I haven't been touched.

You sure?

As blunt as a butter knife.

What's she playing at?

I'll leave you to find out.

Thank you.

Don, have you got the latest crime
information sheet?

Yeah.

Came in today.

Have any new bench warrants been issued?

Anybody we know?

Stan Bickle.

It's not that lovers are unkind

She always said there'd come a time

when one would leave

Hello? Come in.

Is Vic here?

No, no, not yet.

Would you like a drink?

Not for me, thanks.

I wasn't too sure you'd come.

No.

When Vic arrives, I'll stay on hand if
that's all right.

Yes, of course.

I'm sure there won't be any trouble,
but...

Just in case.

When you're finished there, get on to
the plasterers. Do what?

Look, I've got to go. Just use your
initiative.

Do what?

Your initiative.

David!

Where are you?

Georgie!

There's no sign.

Look in the caravan.

I'm out.

Shut up, Armstrong.

Josie! No, no, save your breath.

You'll have to take her if she finds it.

Come on. Come on, give me a hand to get
out of here.

Come on.

Come on.

I'm okay. Come on.

Keep on running.

Keep on...

Mrs. Needham hasn't tried to contact me,
has she?

No. It's just we'd arranged to meet him.
There's no one at the house.

Is Mr. Needham still here?

No, he's gone off, hasn't he?

To work?

No, he said he was going to get some
flowers.

Oh, I need to talk to the police.

Believe me, David, you'll thank me one
day.

Looks like they got away just in time.

Something

must

have come up. Yes, something more
important, no doubt.

He said he'd definitely be here.

So you said.

But I must be in your way. No, no,
honestly.

Hi. Hello, is Eileen needed?

Eileen? What?

Excuse me.

Eileen, what's going on? We'd arranged
to meet.

Yes, I'm sorry, I... Look, it was all my
fault. I asked Eileen to come here.

What for?

Just something that I needed to clear
up.

Really?

Who were you expecting to join you in
this?

Clear up.

Not me, evidently.

Someone a little taller, perhaps?

With a loud mouth and a vile temper. I'm
sorry, Sylvia.

I do what I do for you, Eileen.

I've seen too many women putting up with
gross behaviour year in, year out,

until they do all out to do anything
about it. But that isn't really how... I

know.

I know.

You're in denial.

But I'm here to support you.

You don't have to put up with this for
another 25 years.

What if she loves him?

What? I only ask.

Love? Like a dog for its mother, do you
mean?

I'm sorry, comfortable Cupid.

You stick to your beat, this one's mine.

Now, shall we go?

Well, I might as well.

Let you down again, has he?

Hi, is Eileen Needham here?

Yeah, yes, she is.

Mrs Needham. What is it? What's
happened?

Your husband's had an accident. Where?

How? Is he all right? He's broken a leg
and possibly an arm. Where is he?

Outside. He insisted the ambulance stop
here first.

Eileen!

What were you

doing, you big death lump?

Rushing to meet you.

Slept all day over tea.

I was afraid you'd gone by now.

No, I waited.

You do realise this is a breach of the
injunction?

Yes, I suppose it is.

Then do something about it.

And spoil your success story?

No, absolutely.

They needed someone like you to bring
them to their senses.

I do like a happy ending, don't you?

Not to give in.

20 lovely smack of rolling.

If a gang only ever takes cash, we
haven't even got stolen goods to follow

Where'd you start?

A lab to some.

Remuff like that without reason.

Whatever it is you think you've found
out, kindly keep it to yourself.

Otherwise we will go under.