All language subtitles for Boon s02e12 Fiddler Under The Roof.eng

Bye.

Hey, but you're a bit late, though,
aren't you, boss? It's not as if you've

fairly far to go, is it? Better than
turning up me day off, nerd.

I want an assignment to Harry's
brochure. Now, say cheese.

Stiltz. You won't believe it.

You think it's strange when I try to
explain.

What's he up to, auditioning for Harry's
cabaret?

It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't home
dead.

Hey, Ken, what have you done to your
hand?

Got stuck between a set of teeth.

Who's? A bloke in the bar last night.

I hit him. He bit me.

Oi, Ken, you know, Debbie's got a job
for you. Well, tough, like you said.

Me, boss.

Morning, Taja.

Everything OK?

Fine. You?

Good morning, good morning.

Might I suggest the boat show breakfast
for this table?

It's two Weetabix in the shape of ship's
biscuits, followed by two hand -smoked

British kippers.

Yes, why not?

I've finished with business, now it's
time to have some fun.

Well, you're not going home today, are
you?

Oh, no.

We're going to take things easy. It's
been a tough week, so we thought we

deserved a rest.

Harry, Tingle over there behind the
door, talking to Linda.

See someone?

He's the bloke who had a fight with Mum.

Yes, I know that, darling, but what's
his name?

Er, Sean, Sean Jones.

Sean Jones?

That's taking the Anglo -Irish green a
bit far, isn't it?

How much longer are you going to be,
mate?

You said you wanted a proper job, Harry.
A proper job is what you are getting.

I also want them seals stripped in my
lifetime.

Oh, shut your trap and stop watching
people eating.

Right?

The one day I can do without him, he
decides to do overtime.

What's so special about today?

It's a wedding reception.

I want you off the premises by 12 o
'clock.

All right.

Go to this table, please.

Good morning, Mr Jones.

Oh, yes.

Mr Crawford, about last night. Yes, what
about last night indeed?

I think the whole display was fairly
nauseating.

Sorry. Yeah, well, sorry doesn't give
the punters much confidence in this

does it? So I trust you'll be leaving.
Mr Crawford, if I could just... No, I

don't mind anybody having a couple of
heavies. But I mean you two.

I mean, if my friend Mr Boone hadn't
been on it to sort you both out, I mean,

there might have been damage to
property.

There you go. I think you should leave
and we'll say no more about it. Mr

Crawford. Yes.

I can't leave.

Why not? What do you mean?

I'm getting married this afternoon.

Oh, you poor sod.

The marquee, the flowers, all the
arrangements, that's for me and Brenda.

Well, why didn't you say so last night?

Well, one reason is you wouldn't stop
talking long enough.

How are you keeping, Dan?

Where's the flea, mate?

I'm the father of the bride.

Cue for a song?

James McGillivray.

Booked the function rooms two months
back.

You were helping Mr. Crawford unblock a
drain at the time. And you know what I

said to meself at the time? I said to
meself, now there's a man who's good

his hands.

Ken Boone. And of course, you know what
I think of continental cars, don't you?

Remind me.

Brand new vehicle, Ken.

Goes and breaks down on me. And here's
me, not knowing a thing about what goes

on under the lid.

Oh, dear.

And there's you, being so good with your
hands.

And so busy.

Ah, now, Ken.

Harry, I want to talk to you about
something.

Yeah?

Don't go listening, Adolphe.

It's okay, Linda.

One of the finer things of British life.

Anyway, what do you want to talk to me
about?

You what?

What's in there at table 11?

Martin and Andrea and Christopher and
Polly. Yeah?

They're all in the Neville Chamberlain
suite.

Oh, what about?

Oh, uh... Ready, Harry?

I am indeed.

All right, then. I'll go and change my
shoes.

Oh, um, I'd better warn you, I have
played this game before, you know.

See?

No, I don't see.

There was a problem over the booking, so
I put an old sofa bed in there, sweet.

Harry! It's all right, Linda.

They're paying for two doubles.

Ah, well, you see the wedding dress on
her, Ken.

She look a real picture.

Made by a friend.

Who once gave the Emanuels a parking
ticket.

She don't like working at the weekends.

Oh, she flies all over the world, does
Brenda.

She's an air hostess, see.

All only a shuttle rubbish.

Overseas, Kent.

The old woman's right proud of her.

So who's she going to marry, then?

A fella called Sean.

Eh?

A fella called Sean.

Sean.

Well, it sounds Irish, doesn't it?

You mean you've never met him?

Brenda's been flying the Middle East
run. She never gets home for more than a

couple of days a week.

That time I saw her was four months
back.

Should be quite an interesting wedding,
then, eh?

Why don't you come along?

I might just do that.

OK.

I don't want that pillock in the
brochure.

Oh, no, I was just going to ask him to
move his ladder.

Aaron!

Aaron!

Cooperate with the lad.

Anyway, what are you doing? That window
was done last week.

I don't know.

Crimes take pride in your work these
days.

Well, we are the kings and heirs of
Little Egypt.

Would you believe it? It's young Rory
and Kevin. They must have spotted a

trailer and pulled off.

Do all your family live in trailers,
Jim?

By the most part, yes.

So, where were you thinking of parking
all this lot? At the reception?

Oh, at the car park and the coach you
did.

There's many in the cut, anyway.

Does Harry Crawford know all about that?

Well, it'd be a nice surprise for the
morning.

Certainly will.

Who's this guy?

This is Ken Boone, Treasurer. I hope
you're not staying to breakfast.

No, no, no, no. The young Kevin thought
that it was petrol.

Well, I'll be jiggered.

Is that the kind of rubbish they're
turning out now these days?

It's obviously down to you, isn't it? I
mean, not the factory, running out of

juice. Me?

Did I design an engine that only does 16
miles to the gallon? Come on!

Yeah, OK, I'll see you later.

I've got something to show you. Come on.
It's really great. Come on.

Come on.

I've got something to show you. It's
horrible.

Here's another go for that.

Thank you, Polly.

Oh, dear.

You can't accuse Harry of not trying,
can you?

I'm terribly sorry, Harry.

Here. Hey, hey, hang about. Hang about.

Hang about.

Look, I think it's my turn. Rocky, will
you stop taking pictures while I check

this, please?

Now, then. Top hold, Harry!

Excuse me, Polly.

Nothing better to do, eh?

Nothing I like better, watching a
successful businessman at play.

Especially when you're such a good
loser, Harry. Now, just you look at your

Don't take it out on me. She's the one
who's beating you.

Morning, Mrs Turnover.

Oh, morning.

How's your husband's chin?

We're very grateful to you, Ken. We
didn't know you had one till last night.

What the bloody hell's that noise?

What? Well, it sounds like the diesel
tanker, but he only delivered on

That'll be the McGillery's.

Who? You know, your wedding guests.

This afternoon, 400 guests, James
McGillery. Oh, very funny, Ken.

Top back of 100, he told me.

I've bloody died, haven't I?

Either that or some bugger's towing a
caravan up me drive.

Hey! Hey, you! Hey! That started off!
Hey!

What the bloody hell's that, Ken?

That's Kevin and Rory, that is.

Oh, thanks for not telling me sooner.

There's a great deal for our friendship
that we're doing.

Hey! Hey, you, come back!

Come back!

Hey!

Come back!

Shut up!

No, it just seems that there's a bit of
a story.

Come on, have at it.

We're in reception, old man. We're in
reception.

He paid you a grand up front, mate.

Seems they're back again.

Not for very long, if the council has
anything to do with it.

Hello?

This'll do!

Dixie, get back in here, you chump! Come
on! Come on!

Jimmy!

Rory, come on! Breakfast!

You must be Mr Croft.

I must be. We need to talk about the
buffet.

I'm not going to put up with it, Ken.
I'm not going to stand for it. I mean,

what would you do in my shoes?

Well, as one friend to another, I'm hard
to say.

Mr Crawford, I've got 200 sausage rolls,
200 volume buns, 400 bread rolls, four

gross of cream crackers.

Shut up! Shut up!

Look, Ken, I'm sorry if I was sharp with
you just then, mate.

All right, OK, if that's the case,
Debbie, come here. Get down the bottom

drive, stop all the other traffic coming
in till I tell you not to. Look, Ken,

you can't ask her to do that. She's on
here, girl!

She's got plenty of muscle, mate, in her
mouth.

Now, you, go on your elevens. He's come
back in a quarter of an hour.

Rocky!

Ken's great in a crisis.

Me? I'm more of an ideas man.

Mr Turner, would you mind backing up and
going into the stable just so we can

clear it?

Aye, aye, Captain.

What's going on, Cad?

Jimmy, go up the slope, round to the
left and park down the end, OK?

Right, yeah.

Rocky!

Listen, go with him. Make sure he
doesn't damage anything.

Yeah, all right.

Right, mate.

We'll just go up here when he's moved
out of the way, all right?

All right.

You want something? Yeah, just be some
quiet, all right? Go and park next to

your uncle and just tell me how many you
think is going to turn up.

Fifty -seven. No, I mean caravans.

Well, 18 at least.

18?

Parked all over the grass verges of
Edgbaston?

Telling everybody that I'm responsible
for them?

You've got to go forward to let him
through and then you wait a bit.

Make him go out.

All right, mate.

Come on, straight off there.

Come on, mate.

You're driving out of the state, Harry.

Could be your lucky day, what, with me
and Kevin in the area?

Rocky, if you scrape the corner, I won't
be responsible for my actions.

Oh, come on, mate.

It'll be all right by Sunday.

Oh.

You're going to have to move.

You're going to have to learn to back
up. There's no way you can stay here.

You've got to back up.

How can I back up?

I don't know. You've just got to...
You're a girl from a corporate place,

you? Yeah, well, I sort of work there.
Are you here for the wedding and all?

What wedding?

Did you see reception at the hotel?

At the coaching inn?

Oh, you're not a guest, are you?

I'm Donald Wicks.

My mother lives in the house, backing
onto the hotel.

Oh, the geezer that keeps moaning
about... About the bikes.

I don't know if this is Mr Crawford's
idea of getting his own back, but I'll

tell you this, the people round here
won't stand for it.

Yeah, well, Mr Crawford's not too
pleased about it either. Then what's he

to do about it?

We had them here a couple of years ago,
and it took us four months and a court

order to get them out of the area.

Ken said you were turning more relatives
away.

Yeah, well, there's no room for me.
Well, not for all of them, anyway.

And you're hardly discouraging them, are
you?

You can tell Mr Crawford. He'll be
hearing from me.

Oh. Thought for a moment he was a friend
of yours.

Nellie, I want to book your company for
the wedding.

You're inviting me?

See you at three.

That'll be sound.

Crawford!

There's a name for people like you. Oh,
well, it's nice to know there's no

problem with the bush telegraph.

We've had dance bands blaring out all
ours. We've had bikes up and down like

demented bees.

We even had the police up here one time.
And now it's bloody chippo. Yes, well,

I'm sure you'll be the first to let me
know if they've broken the law, won't

you? Eh?

Hey, Aaron.

Aaron, get up, I've told you I'm nice.
Do leave me alone, Ariam. Do me best.

There's trailers on the green. There's a
mob of them down Acops Green Island.

That's for the ones in your carpool.
Well, I don't need reminding about them,

I? Anyway, they'll be gone by tomorrow
night, all of them. I'm warning you,

there'll be a solicitor's letter
tomorrow.

Save yourself the fastage, Mr Wicks.

What's the matter?

Ken, if he comes to a stakeout, can I
rely on you?

What, with Wicks? Yeah. You know, his
mum's on the council. Could be a bit

tricky for you.

Hey, Ken, you wouldn't call me a
stirrer, would you?

Not yet.

Well, I've started pitching tents on the
croquet lawn.

Hey, it's a good job. I got photos
first, wouldn't it?

are pitching tents on, my lord.

McGillivray.

Oh, yes, you do surprise me.

Oh, Jimmy said we could pitch here, so
there you are. Oh, yeah, Jimmy said,

Jimmy said, Jimmy said.

Yes. Oh, he said that he paid you a
grand up front so we should make

at home.

Oh, this is Rita, by the way. Mrs.

McGillivray to you.

I'll see Jimmy about this.

Yes, he can have his bloody money back,
can't he? Can I might need your help

with this, mate?

Bloody hell, we only brought tents so as
not to cause any trouble.

Priscilla, get over it!

Harry,

Mrs Wick's trying to call you. She wants
you to call her back. Oh, God, Albie,

no, Linda, not now, not now, not now.

How is

it?

It's all right.

Listen, I'm sorry about last night.

It was really a question of one too many
all round.

Have you ever tried to have a stag night
on your own?

You're joking.

You're the blushing biker.

I don't believe it.

Hey, Joe.

All right, then.

Where's your friends?

Well, they're all my workmates. They're
in a very different line of business to

the McGillivray's.

Brenda and I always said we'd tell them.

But she'd always be in Dubai or Detroit,
or I couldn't get time off.

And now today's the big day.

So what do you do for a living, eh?

I bet you're a teacher or a male nurse,
something like that.

Worse than that.

I'm a copper.

And they say you boys have lost your
bottle.

Hell, today they're right.

You wouldn't help me break it to them,
would you?

You want me to go and tell them while
you wait in the bunker?

Ken. Ken, what am I going to do?

That old cow, Mrs Wick, says she's been
into every council office that's opened.

Both of them.

Well, it's not funny, mate.

And then there's going to be in -house
complaints, isn't there? I mean, those

turnovers. I mean, they were born to
complain.

Yeah, maybe, but I mean, they're going
to dine out on it, aren't they, for

weeks. How could you, uh... Give us a
hand.

Welcome!

Oh! Ow!

He says Richard III's boring.

Don't tell me he's languishing for Anna
Belinda. I'll tell you, Andrea, it's not

easy being a member of a ménage à trois.

Ken, you'll have to help me again
tonight. Put that monkey suit on and

nasty. Come on, Harry, do me a favour.
I'm used to this gold.

Ken, I'll admit they've got a certain
rugged charm.

I mean, put the bookers live in caravans
for nine months of the year with great

piles of scrap iron for a view. It
brutalises, Ken.

Yeah, some of the best of us lived in
caravans, remember?

Who's that?

Oh, that's what you call us, Ken.

Good morning.

Morning. Can you tell me if... Dad!

You found your way all right, then, eh?

Let's take a look at you.

Oh, it's good to see you, darling.

It's all for you, you know, dear.

Harry Crawford, I'll tell you.

Shall I take your bag, Mr. Gillyvery?
But not for long.

It's been another hard work going into
this, dear, you know.

Linda, would you have this bag taken up
to Mr. John's room, please?

even introduce myself.

Dad, this is Sean Jones.

Ah, the mystery groom, eh?

Pleased to meet you, Sean.

I've heard a lot about you, Mr.
McGillivray. Oh, Jimmy.

Jimmy, please.

Well, Brenda's right for you, lad.

The point is, are you right for her?

She's more than do, Brenda.

Jimmy, Jimmy.

Oh, look, there's something I ought to
tell you. I don't know this is quite the

moment, but... I think you'd better come
and see what they're doing underneath

your fluff.

What's all this then, eh? You two going
in for Bronco busted in your spare time?

Family tradition, Kent.

According to Uncle Jimmy, the bride
rides to her wedding on a five -all

Where'd you get this one, eh? United
Dairies restaurant. It's all bought and

paid for, Kent.

Well, chartered for the weekend.

From Blue Lane Farm.

We thought we could bed him down in the
stable.

You've got some legume too, haven't you?
Eh?

Come on. Sit down.

She looks lovely, Sheila. Straight out
of Brides magazine.

Yeah.

Oh, you look a real treat.

I

can't

do it.

It's only the family, love.

It's just come all the way from
Cornwall.

Please, just let me have five minutes.

I need to think something through.

All right, lovey.

Whatever you want.

I'll be fine.

I need some time alone.

Joe's brought the kids as well.

But they're so looking forward to it,
love. They've never been to a wedding

before.

Neither have I.

Right, Rocky, come on. Where do you want
them?

Just stop them drifting out at the
edges. They have to all crush in a bit

you know. Wedding photograph.

All people at the back going smaller.

Can you get Sean in the middle, Ken?

Oh, come on. We haven't told yet, have
we?

No, we haven't. We thought we'd wait
until it was too late.

Hey, come on, Kevin!

Rory! Rory, Kevin!

Oh,

that was a good one.

Didn't know you could use one of them.

Oh, I'm not surprised, really, cos he's
bugger all you've said anything else.

Mr Crawford, can you just keep quiet,
please?

Right,

now smile, everybody.

Say cheese.

One, two... Hey, where's the bride?

I didn't know whatever you're doing with
the bride, love.

Conservatory. Latin minister.

Big crowd of people waiting for you out
there, Brenda.

I know.

You've been through all this, Mr
Crawford.

Oh, yes.

Only I had second thoughts too late.

Cos that's what you ought to have in
there, isn't it? Second thoughts.

I'm marrying out of the family.

Perceiving my dad, in a way. Oh, now,
don't you be daft, Brenda, love. It's

life. Maybe.

But how's it going to feel having a
policeman in the family?

I mean, it's like treason, is that?

Sure. A policeman.

Just as tough for him marrying in, you
know.

That's on top of just plain marrying,
which is terrifying.

Oh, now, I wouldn't be too hasty if I
was you.

I mean, it's not everybody who gets
early retirement and a whacking big

And a new lease of life in front of them
when they're 50.

There's all that food out there. All
those flowers.

People turned up from hundreds of miles.

Just a trap, you know.

Yes.

Who is it?

Ken and Sean.

Let's come in, then.

Anyone seen Brendan McGillivray?

Had a date with her.

What room is Sean in, Linda? Eleven.

Well, charge him to a bigger room,
number 16. Get some flowers in there,

nice, you know.

I close my eyes and picture the emerald

of the sea from the fishing boat to
Diego.

To the shores of Dunedee I miss the

river Shannon And the folks at Spieber

Reef The moorlands and the meadows With
their

bonnie shapes all green

Is it your satisfaction, Mr McGillivray?

Oh, yes, yes.

Oh, very nice, Mr Cromwell. Yes, very
nice.

Just a speech I'm not so sure about.

Oh, ah.

But I think she's done very well for
herself, you, Brenda.

He's a grand -looking young man. Oh,
yeah.

Yeah, he is, that's sure enough.

But it must be nice for you to have the
thin blue line on your side for once.

You say?

Well, Sean, him being a copper, no more
parking tickets, seat up front with

football matches, you know what I mean?

Chopper? Nah.

Well, no, not just a copper.

Sergeant.

I knew there was something about him.

Gina!

I feel awful.

Reception must have cost me an arm and a
leg.

The day they leave home, what'll they
do?

They marry a sudden blue bottle and
charge it no less. And if it makes them

happy, what right have you got to go
pumping your nose in? And it comes to

something when your own wife sits back
and lets them do it. You do. All along,

you knew about this, but you never said
nothing, did you? Looking at you now,

it's no wonder, is it?

So what's happening now?

I don't know. I just happened to mention
about Sean being a copper, and he lost

his life. Oh,

he'd see about that.

Rory!

We can give her away. Why don't you shut
up?

So what's your game then, eh?

Dad, we can stop that.

All right, all right.

That's a bit of easy nicking, did you?

Marry in and scoop us up.

Listen,

everyone, I can explain. What's to
explain?

Why pick on us? So what was the reason?
Just taking the piss.

A nice little joke for the lads down the
nick. Don't be stupid.

I don't get married for a laugh.

Which one of us is stupid?

Him or me?

Both of you.

All right.

Two of you's no problem.

Thanks, King.

Yeah, well, practice makes perfect, eh?

Listen, I think we're going to smarten
ourselves up a bit.

Sean, I've taken the liberty of moving
you into room number 16. It's much

and it's much better. And it's free of
charge.

Come on up. I've been tucked out this
morning, eh?

It's very kind of you, Mr Corbyn.

Yes, I thought so, no?

I won't call them stupid again, will I?

Fine. Perhaps he locked it special,
like... Harry, I mean.

No, he didn't. Hold that.

Be careful!

Hello, Sergeant.

Hey, do you like your room?

Not a lot, no.

Why, what's the problem?

One of your guests has just been
through.

He did very well.

Wedding presents, Brenda's jewellery,
watches, pen.

Oh, Christ.

And from the look of it, he's a
professional, so I expect he'll have

through the other rooms in the hotel as
well.

Do hope you're insured.

On your feet, Dad.

Now, are you unlucky or just plain
clever?

Right, then.

That's six bedrooms in here, your
office, Mr Boone, and two cars out in

loft. Well, it could have been worse, I
suppose. That's right, Sergeant.

Cheer us all up.

Duff, pillock.

Fancy marrying into a mob like that.

All right, all right, that's enough.

So what next?

Two of his new relatives with form.

Suggests a course to me.

Which ones?

Kevin Michael, Rory Terence James.
Breaking and entering, resisting,

Typical. No, it's not.

They were both at the reception.

Oh, you had an eye out on each one
personally, did you, eh?

Can I use your room for interviews, if
you don't mind, Mr. Crawford? Yes, help

yourself.

Oh, as for you, Jones, I know you're a
copper, but remember, this isn't your

patch. I don't think it'll make any
difference to your new family.

Because whoever has his collar felt is
going to blame you for it, aren't they?

Pratt, who does he think he is?

Yeah, listen, he's probably right. I
mean, your in -laws are going to have a

field day, aren't they, about this?

Well, there's nothing I can do about
that, is there?

Yeah, look, take his advice. Just lie
low till it all blows over.

Come on, I've got a place.

Now button it.

cobbler you're keeping there, Ken.

Not now, Jimmy.

Please, Ken.

See, the lads won't stand much of a
chance once that gal gets his teeth in.

Not to mention the damage a newfound
friend could do.

Form's form, Jimmy. You never stopped
playing the copper, did you?

I suppose you feel more comfortable now
your mates have been called in. Oh, come

on, it's not his fault. Get that into
your thick head.

You're a nurse, I know. I can see that.
Yeah, you should see the splinters in my

arse who's sitting on the bloody fence.

Now, let's get one thing straight.

I've married your daughter, not the
whole bloody lot of you. Come on, you

Two black robbers boots and a corset.
You're not telling me that's normal.

Probably a perfectly respectable
explanation. But he'd have the motive.

One of them said she was part of a
menage a trois.

Mm. Some people have all the luck,
haven't they?

Hey, these are great, Rocky.

When will the rest be ready?

They'll be ready before they leave.

Rocky, can you account for Rory's
movements last night?

No, why?

My colleague down there reckons him and
Kevin for the burglary. He can't prove

it.

But it'd be nice to disprove it,
especially for me.

Yeah, you'd better check it out.

They are going to skin you alive.

Sean, come and have a look at these
here.

What is it?

That's a good one, Mum.

Yeah, she was happy enough then.

Rita, she looks well.

You've done really well, Rocky.

Hang on.

What is it?

Aaron bloody Wilson.

He told him to go at 12, didn't he?
Yeah.

Who is he?

He's a decorator. He's been working
round here for weeks. He knows every

the building.

What do you reckon?

Let's pay him a visit. Tell Gower first.

Tell Gower last.

Why don't you let the local police deal
with it, love?

Don't let them do anything daft, Ken.

Their van's not here. I don't think
they're in.

Sorry. What are we going to do?

Get them off now?

Yeah, all right.

What shall we wait?

They're not out here, that's for sure.

I feel as if we've taken out a page on
the local road.

If they're not here and they haven't,
we've left the door open.

Might as well make ourselves at home.

We can't do that. Just break in. It's
the only way we're going to find out.

Natural justice, isn't it?

Is it?

Loughborough. Must have had a bloody big
swang. Here's your coffee, Harry, for

the insurance.

If I could just ask one question, Mr
Gower. No, it's nothing to do directly

with the burglaries, but if you wouldn't
mind if I... No, go ahead, go ahead.

No,

there's nothing wrong with everybody
being in one suite. I mean, everybody

company on holiday, don't they? But only
one bed's been used.

The bed and the futon.

Futon? I've got a dip problem.

It means I can't sleep in an ordinary
bed.

Please, Mr. Turnover, who are you?

I'm Mr. Turnover's brother, Mr.
Turnover.

Of Turnover and Turnover, dinghy
builders Warberswick suffered.

You might have seen our boat, the Anna
Belinda, on show this week. Anna

And the ladies are?

May I introduce Mrs. Turnover and her
sister, Mrs. Turnover.

You're all called Turnover.

And they say you boys don't give value
for money.

What have you been saying about us,
Harry?

Well, no, it was more so... What he
means is that Linda thought you had a

swap shop going on up there.

I don't know if it was any of your
outrage on her part.

Look at these two black rubber suits and
a sort of coaster tin.

Yes, well, I mean, she has been very
busy. I mean, we both have. Right. If

of you see anything suspicious last
night.

Apart from Linda at the keyhole, you
mean.

Must have been fascinating watching our
wetsuits drag.

Would you

believe it?

Nicked it, cashed it and blown it. All
in 24 hours.

I'm a seeker.

Go on to Twitter telly or I'll make it a
brew. You

not taking your coat off?

No, I think I'll wear his inner bit
first.

Yeah, we'll sit on a bit of newspaper or
something.

Right.

Ron, I think we've got a problem.

What's up?

Hello, Ken. How's things?

Missing.

This is my brother Moses, by the way.

My father read the Bible once.

Didn't get very far with it, did he?

Aaron and Moses.

Yeah? Yeah.

Rita, are you sure you put that
sweatshirt on? Yes.

The point is they've got no right to be
here.

Not when there's a campsite under 15
miles away.

What are you going to do? Take out an
injunction?

I should warn you that I've started
proceedings.

Oh.

Oh, bogus.

No, you're quite right, Mr. Wicks. No.

I can't stay wherever they please me.

There's a little sod.

I knew you'd come round in the end.

We've got a man of taste here, Ken.

Wonder what he thought of Brenda's
watch.

My pen.

Does Moses talk or is he stuffed?

He speaks when he has anything to say.

I like the new smutter, Moses.

Yeah, it's nice, isn't it?

Tesco's. So where were you last night,
Moses?

Right here with me.

Quick drink.

Bit of telly. Yeah? What was on?

Video.

What are you doing, pal? Writing a story
about us?

No. I'm probably going to nick you.

Copper.

Yeah. Oh, God.

Short teeth.

Now, listen, pal.

I've got receipts for everything you see
in this room.

Receipts? Why?

You expecting trouble?

You can't have it both ways.

And as a matter of interest, you broke
into our house.

Go on, Ken.

Turn him upside down and shake him, see
what drops out.

Yeah.

Good idea.

Three punch -ups in one week, Ken. Bit
of a record for you.

Three? Yeah.

Got this key to the night before last,
the barney at the reception.

I didn't realise you'd been invited to
the reception.

Well done, mate.

You're nicked.

The pair of you.

They moved, Ken. Back them.

Mrs. Wicks and her precious daughter.
Bye -bye, Mum.

I'll be in touch.

Take care. They did pay their bill.

They did indeed.

Give him time.

If you ever get fed up with croquet,
Harry, you better take up polo.

Well, he can't stay here for the rest of
his life, can he?

Low -lying farm, innit? Yeah.

Well, it's not very far, then, is it?

Well, why me?

I've got a hotel to run, mate.

Go on, you've been dying for a go on
him.

Go on.

Come on, horse.

What's his name?

Jack.

Come on, Jack.

There we go. Thank you, Will.

Walk. Walk on, then, huh? Go on, ride
him, cowboy.

Hold on your own, Ellie.

He's a beauty, though, isn't he?

Come on.

We're coming.

I have silver.

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