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I think I'd remember
if you told me you were hosting

a charity fundraising night
in memory of Dad.

- Why?
- Because he's not dead.

Wah-wah-wah!

I'm just so bored.

Please, can I pop
to the petrol station?

Well, of course
you bloody can't.

- What if you're seen?
- I'll wear a disguise.

Is Geoff the one

who shoves petrol pumps
up his jacksie?

No, that's Pigfish.

You mustn't tell Neha.

We can't keep lying to her.
We tell her the truth.

No,
we definitely can't do that.

Mum, please, this is
fraud. You can go to prison.

Look, I am sorry
that your dad has died,

but just being rude to me

is not going
to bring your father back.

Evening, all.

You massive twat!

Oh... Thank God that's over.
I'll tell you something.

You needn't worry about me
ever having an affair.

I did not enjoy all this lying.
Yesterday, right,

I was having a Yop.

I normally wolf them down,
don't I?

Not this time. Kept getting
caught right there. Stuck.

I thought it was acid reflux,
but in hindsight,

I think it was just anxiety.

Are you gonna kiss me?

I am the police!

How can you not see the problem
that your dad faked his death?

- I can... see it.
- Yeah.

I can see it.

I just think it might be better
if we don't look at it.

Your parents must give
that money back.

You need to tell him
to come clean.

Of course. OK.

What about the jet washer?

Good morning, darling.

Oh, hello.

I've got your pills.

- There we are.
- Uh...

Drink up.

Thank you.

- Deborah...
- Don't worry.

I'm not gonna smash your legs
in and make you write a book.

You were having
one of your Parky thrashes

again last night.

- Oh, God, was I?
- You were like a pig

with its head stuck in a fence.

Thank you for your sympathy.

You are welcome.

Deborah. Debbie...

Hmm?

Are you gonna leave me
like this?

I think it's for the best.

Oh, it was just a nip
to the petrol station.

Yeah, but you're meant
to be dead, dear.

Deceased. Demised. Expired.
An ex-William.

Which means no more nipping
or zipping

or dipping or popping
or whipping or even schlepping.

I was careful.
I wore the wolf hat.

You got into a car
with a serving police officer!

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah! You're a moron.

But you're my moron.

- ...if he continues to do that.
- I ain't touched her bread!

You crawled over
when you thought

I wasn't looking,
but I was looking.

Oh, I know you were looking,
you swivel-eyed crone.

- Crone?!
- Let's keep it civil.

That is abusive language!

Constable Fendon,
could you...?

Sorry. Right, what exactly
is the problem here?

I'm seeing it, saying it,
sorting it.

He has been stealing the bread
off the floor

that I was saving
for the birds.

- Is that true?
- No.

So why are you hiding your bag, then?

Am I going to have to check
the black helicopters?

You know those cameras
see everything.

Do you want to tell me
the truth?

Truth is open
to interpretation.

Just empty your bag, Rupert.

- Thief!
- All right. Let's not gloat.

Come on, mate.

Is she gonna arrest him?

It's a very complicated
situation.

Why don't I take you
to the drop-in

and get you a nice hot drink?
Hmm?

- It's closed.
- What?

Since when?

Bye, then.

No, that's a disaster.

I guess the council's spending
all its money

on black helicopters.

Probably not ethical
to confirm conspiracy theories

- with people like him.
- Works, though.

- Do it on George all the time.
- He's stealing bread,

and I'm the bad guy.

What will it take
to get some justice?

- What on earth are you doing?
- It's for his own good.

Stop him escaping again,
like Ronnie Pickering.

- Who's Ronnie Pickering?
- The Great Train Robber.

No, Ronnie Pickering wasn't
a Great Train Robber.

Well, maybe not great in
the truest sense of the word,

but he was
pretty bloody effective

until they caught him.

Ronnie Pickering wasn't a train
robber, great or otherwise.

Oh, my God. Are you saying
they got the wrong man?

No. He's saying you don't know

who Ronnie Pickering is,
and we don't either.

- So who do I mean?
- Oh, it doesn't matter, Mum.

We have bigger fish to fry.

Give me a letter.
What does it begin with?

- Don't give him a letter.
- R.

Not for Ronnie,
for the surname.

Oh... Um, B? Or maybe D?

Is anyone listening to me?
Hello?

- Is it Ronnie Wood?
- No, no, it's not him.

- Guys!
- He's in that band,

- The... Who?
- Ronnie Wood.

I don't mean who,
I mean The Who!

Jesus Christ,
please just shut up!

- So do you know who it is?
- Who is it?

No, Mum, please.
No more Ronnies, please.

- OK, we need to talk.
- Of course we need to talk,

but we're in the middle
of something here.

Yeah, and I don't care.
My marriage is at risk here.

Neha has been very, very clear.

You have to give
the money back.

Right...

So, will you?

No.

- I can't. I can't! I can't.
- Harold,

when your father was forced
to retire,

that insurance company
declined to pay out

because his symptoms
didn't meet

the definitions
of their policy.

Can you imagine being told

that your Parkinson's
doesn't qualify?

When you can't get to sleep,
you can't get out of the bath,

you can't even get an erection
without some Viagra.

All right, my darling,
let's keep some mystery.

My point is that
that firm can swivel.

I get the point, but Neha is...

Neha, Neha, Neha!
I know you're married,

but do you have to do
everything she tells you to do?

Which reminds me.
Would you mind...?

Not now, William!
Debbie talking.

Now, look... Look.

I appreciate
that this is tricky.

Tricky?

I hate to say
I told you so...

But...?

I told you not to tell her.

You think this is my fault?

Oh, that's very big of you
to admit that. Good boy.

Now, then, if you'll excuse me,

I've got something very urgent
to attend to.

No, no, no, no,
we're not done here.

Urgent, Harold.

Urgent!

- Mum!
- If you want to do

something useful, go and google
who Ronnie Pickering is.

Oh, Mum, please,
we can't just brush this...

Oh, God. You're starting
to sound like

one of those yappy little dogs
that I hate.

Yeah,
cos I'm very stressed out

and I don't cope well with it.
The other day

I was having a Yop
and it got caught right...

Oh, don't be such a boneless
bloody bucket.

You think you're stressed?
Try being me.

But your stress is stress
of your own making.

Is it?
Well, then, explain this.

Found that in my pocket
at the bowls club last night.

Oh, my God. This is a...?

- Yeah.
- Who sent it?

I don't know!

I mean,
the choice of font is...

- What? Is it a clue?
- I don't know about that,

but I mean, graphically,
it's strikingly uninspired.

Yeah, you see,
I initially thought

it was one of your jokes.

Mum, this is not a funny joke.

Yeah, that's why I thought
it was one of yours.

Mum, come on,
we're being blackmailed.

- What does Dad think?
- I haven't told him.

God, he gets into a tizz

if the Aquafresh doesn't
come out in clean stripes.

How do you think he'd cope
with being blackmailed?

No.
I need to get down to the club

and find out who planted that
by accessing the CCTV.

How are you going to do that?
CCTV involves computers, Mum.

Last time I checked,
you can't open an email.

You don't need to be technical
when you've got womanly ways.

- Oh, Christ!
- People don't stop having sex

just cos they're in their 60s.

Yes, I know. Your generation
is obsessed with telling us.

I'll have you know that
your father and I

enjoy a very active,
very experimental sex life,

thank you.

- Oh...
- Despite the Parkinson's.

In fact, sometimes
because of the Parkinson's.

Sometimes when he's had
his pills,

he's got the libido
of a young Calum Best.

Clive will be putty
in my hands.

CCTV is only viewable
by management.

But they are
my favourite earrings.

And I am basically management.

No, you do three shifts
a fortnight behind the bar.

And we have
a robust cyber policy,

which I am not breaching
for some earrings.

Now, if that's everything,
thanking you.

But they were
an anniversary present from...

...William. Ohh...

You're... You're emotional.

It's just been so hard,
you know?

It's OK.
I understand your mental state

has been diminished by
the death of your husband.

It's been so very, very,
very, very, very hard

getting used
to being single again

and the lack
of... physical touch.

I-I-I think
this would be best done

with one of the other women.

No. I need a man.

Clive, would you happen to have
a robust policy

that covers loneliness?

Th-That might be covered

by a club's code of conduct,
but in this case...

Sorry, I just need to swallow
some saliva.

...in... in this case... case,
it's not in ours.

Oh...

You wouldn't, um,
fetch me some tissues,

would you, pet?

- Yes, I suppose I could.
- Thank you.

Although you're not
just getting me to leave

so you can go on my computer?

Do you really think
so little of me?

Why are you taking
so long to answer, Clive?

OK. I'll go.
Actually, come to think of it,

I've got some tissues
right here in the drawer.

I always keep them
near the computer in case...

Well, never mind why.

Here you are.

Ah!

Ah. No, you see,

those have got balsam in them,

- and I'm allergic to that.
- Really?

Yeah.
If I blow my nose on that,

my face will swell up
like a baboon's arse.

Honestly, Clive, I was hoping
you'd make me feel better,

- not worse.
- All right, just wait there.

- I'll be right back.
- Thanks.

Right.

Oh... Um...

Uh...

Bowls.

Oh, God. Bollocks. Um...

Oh, what could it be? Um...

Of course.

Men are so stupid.

Oh, buggery bollocks.

Debbie, where are you going?
I've got your tissues.

Keep 'em.

You shouldn't use
the balsam ones

for your monkey business,
Clive.

You'll get a rash
on your bell piece!

Right, you all saw that.
I'm being harassed.

- I actually didn't see it.
- Oh, yes,

we all know
you're bloody blind, Jean.

What's a bell piece?

It's the mushroom-y bit
on the end.

You know what?
Don't worry about it.

Yeah, thanks for coming back
to untie me.

Mad that's a sentence that
makes sense in this family.

Come on, make a bit of space.

- Get that down there.
- What are you doing?

Your mother has

a very transactional approach
to marriage.

You know,
when I'm in her bad books,

she withdraws my snuggle time.

Why are you both so obsessed

with telling me
about your sex life?

I suppose we're just pleased
we're still smashing.

Oh, my God.

That's why I'm trying to earn
back some brownie points

by doing my list of jobs
she gave me.

Yes...

"Get TVs ready
for digital switchover."

How old is this list?

I'll admit that's been overly
on the back burner.

Oh, my God, we haven't
missed it, have we?

"Return VHS of Eyes Wide Shut
to Blockbuster."

Good film.

Sexy...

"Sort cupboard of doom."

Yeah,
that's what I'm doing now.

I mean, look,
look at the date on that.

- Best before 1988.
- You want to hang on to that.

That is basically an heirloom.

I'll treasure this
when I'm alone in my bedsit.

Don't worry.
You and Neha are gonna be fine.

Just do what generations

of brave Fendons
have done before.

You grovel like a turkey
with no shame.

Pfft!

Yeah, I get it.

So, how'd it go
with telling your parents?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, fine.

And good news.

You are just in time

for pasta al chickeno alfredo
al broccoli-olio...

Broccoli. Um...

Yeah.
So, I've done all the washing,

the kids are in bed,

and can I just say...

...you look
like a movie star tonight?

Oh, you pathetic worm.

You have to give
the money back.

We don't want to.

Debbie, I'm trying to help.

If you come clean now,
with your... good characters...

- Impeccable.
- ...you might

get away with
community service.

Yes, I might, but what about
his criminal record?

That was just a caution.

Yeah, but a caution
for indecent exposure

is not going to go down well,
is it?

You got a caution
for indecent exposure?

- It sounds worse than it is.
- Right. Yeah,

cos it sounds quite nonce-y.

It was
a simple misunderstanding

coming back from a work do
in Birmingham.

I thought,
before driving home...

I told him to take the train.

...I'd treat myself to a nice
takeaway curry in the car

and, as you know, I do tend
to rather overindulge.

And unfortunately,
I ate so much

that I had no option
but to loosen my trousers.

No option?

But then I had
a couple more bhajis,

you know, for the road,
and I thought,

"Do you know what? I'm going
to be a lot more comfortable

"if I just let my trousers
right down

"and let the whole area
breathe a bit."

Why does your brain work
the way it does?

The pickle arose
when I started

to feel a bit sleepy.

I dunno, must have been weaving
a bit, before I know it,

there's flashing blue lights
in the mirror

and the police pull me over

and it's all, "Step outside
of the vehicle, sir.

"Keep your hands
where I can see them."

And your trousers were...?

- Yeah.
- They thought you'd been...?

Yeah.

But I wasn't. I wouldn't!

I couldn't, frankly,
after all that curry.

But mud sticks,

as unfortunately does
cucumber raita.

And that is why
we can't go to the police.

And that is why
I never eat poppadoms.

Anyway... Come on, bacon puff, anyone?

Found them in the cupboard.

Pre 9/11,
but still up to snuff.

No, they can't,
because they've got

to rush off. Haven't you?
So thank you for coming over,

and we really appreciate
your support and your concern.

Are you for real?

You think we can just
carry on life as normal?

Um...

Yeah.

Harry?

Oh...

I don't think
we're hurting anyone.

Yeah. So...

OK, then you leave me
with no other option.

Deborah Fendon...

Deborah? Don't call me that.
That makes me feel like

- I'm getting told off.
- Deborah Fendon,

I'm arresting you on suspicion

of committing fraud
by deception.

You do not have
to say anything,

but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention
when questioned

something which you later
rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

You know all that off by heart?

Are you going to come quietly?

Well,
am I permitted to poo first?

Uh... yeah. OK.

- Did you see that, Harry?
- Yeah.

That is how you do it.

Sorry. Too busy to be arrested.

Crikey. Haven't seen your mum
move like that

since they had 50% off UGGs
at Bicester Village.

Neha, wait, please.

I cannot associate
with criminals.

Criminals?
We're not criminals. We're...

- We're Wallace and Gromit.
- You two might be,

but your mum's a penguin

with a rubber glove
on her head.

- I'm going.
- Hang on. I'm coming with you.

No, you can stay here.
Actually, in fact,

you can live here
until you and your parents

learn the difference
between right and wrong.

I need to find Mum.

Oh, could you let me know
when you have?

Because I'm in
her good books again,

and before she gets back,

I thought I'd have a nice bath
and maybe pop a Viagra.

What makes you think I would
possibly need to know that?

You can have me hat,
if you like.

So's whoever you're hiding from
don't recognise you.

What, is it that obvious?

It takes one to know one.

- Hmm.
- A word of warning.

If you are out in the village
tonight,

make sure you got protection.

What, like condoms?

No.

Something to ward off
evil spirits.

Right.

Most effective armour
I've found is petrol.

That's why you...?

- Exactly.
- Hmm.

Well, look, I'm glad you found

something that works
so well for you.

I think
I'll probably just stick

to the vitamin D myself.

You stick that up your arse,
do you?

It's broken Britain, Pigfish.
It really is.

Oh!

Want me meant to spark him
while you make a run for it?

He's my son. If anyone's going
to spark him, it'll be me.

How did you find me?

Well, you've always sought
salvation in batter.

How did it go with Clive?

Couldn't even get past
the password.

Yeah, you did well
to turn the computer on.

You used to not even be able
to do that.

It was on already.

Let me drop you home.

Uh... Uh, no. That's OK. No.

What?

Me and Neha are having
a bit of a break.

Neha and I.

Well, that's not good, is it?

- No.
- No.

Aw.

Well...

- Come here, come here.
- Thank you.

William! We're back.

Dad?

Help!

Dad!

- Help!
- Where are you?

In here!

Oh! Oh, Jesus. Are you after
another police caution?

No, I'm stuck.

I had one of my Parky freezes.

Ohh...

I've been here
for three bloody hours. Oh...

Why didn't you wait for me?

I was just getting ready

for the, you know,
the snuggle time.

Oh? Oh, yes, so I see.

- Hello, friend.
- Oh, come on, please, guys!

- It's getting abusive now.
- Oh...

There we are.

Just help there. That's it.

- Oh, God.
- There we are.

Got it?

Thank you.

Debbie.

Can I come in?

You and those boys are the most
important thing in my life,

and I was a rotten pig
to do anything to risk that.

If I took the rap, do you think

I could keep William
out of prison?

I don't know.

Either way, I've, um...

I've got a list here
of where all the money's gone,

just in case it helps you
get it back.

You've spent a lot.

I know, but it doesn't go far.

- What's that?
- Oh, that's Geoff's taxi fund.

Yeah, for his hospital visits.

Mm.

- And this?
- Yes. That was a big splurge.

I paid for Billie
to see a sleep expert,

because, honestly,
when she's snoring,

it's like a walrus
is being crushed to death.

So I thought I'd get
her checked for sleep apnoea

because it can kill you,
you know, sleep apnoea.

Halfords, £400?

Yeah,
that's Harold's jet washer.

He does love it.

He told me
it was 200 quid on sale.

- Five grand. What's that on?
- Yes.

I haven't spent that one yet

because I was waiting to see

if you and Harold
would help me.

It's a GoFundMe
for the drop-in centre

because I was just chatting
with Pigfish, and apparently,

they've been totally shafted
by the cuts.

I mean, it's broken Britain,
Neha, really.

So, shall we go t'station, then?

On balance, I think I'd prefer
a custodial sentence.

You know, I've seen
what community service entails.

It's gardening,
litter clearance,

scrubbing graffiti off walls.

And frankly, it looks shit,
you know? At least in prison,

I can spend 23 hours a day
in my cell.

You know, a lot less work

and could even get ripped
and... bummed.

Is that a good or a bad thing?

It's... it's a thing.

I must confess, there's
a bit of me that is relieved.

- How come?
- Some frigger

has found out about William
and sent me a blackmail letter.

Are you joking?

No, look. Look.

Not while I'm driving, Debbie.

No! Sorry. Sorry, sorry.

So after you've taken me down,

promise me that you'll find
this bastard

and nail his bollocks
to his backside.

Oh, you missed the turning.

What's going on?

Neha?

Here we go.

Come on, then.

- What's going on?
- Get back in the house, you!

- You're meant to be dead.
- Come on.

I may be a copper, but first
and foremost, I'm a pragmatist.

Also,
your uncle's a drug dealer,

so you can't get too high
on your horse.

That was never proved.

He was just looking after it
for a mate.

Oh, 14 tonnes in a warehouse.
His warehouse.

Ignore him.
He's just a blooming pedant.

The important thing is,
thank you

for seeing this isn't
just black and white.

- Shamone.
- No, not now.

So I might not agree with
what you've done,

how you've done it,
why you've done it,

where you've done it,
and who you've done it to,

but ultimately,
I can't disagree with charity.

So as long as we keep doing
the right thing,

I think
I can look the other way

on a few other bits and bobs.

So, just to be clear,

you mean the fake death,
the fraud,

and her evading arrest?

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

- Are we all on the same page?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, I don't love that term -
"same page".

It's like all those
other Americanisms.

So aggravating, aren't they?

You know, "moving forward",
"do the math",

"I'm going fanny packing".

- And grey squirrels.
- Yeah.

What's that got to do with it?

American invaders, you know?
Horrible little rats, you know,

eating our native red squirrels
out of house and home.

Well,
that's really not to do...

- Please, guys, can we focus?
- Yes, entirely focused.

- You carry on.
- Yeah.

Cheese bite, anyone,
from the year we invaded Iraq?

Yes, please.

- Now...
- What comes first...?

I love you.

I know.

Now say
what you really want to.

I'll get that.

Can we keep the jet washer?

Yes!

Hello.

Hello?

- Mrs Fendon?
- Yeah.

I want my money.
Colberton petrol station,

midnight tomorrow.

Who was that?

Uh, Ronnie Pickering.