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Open the door!

So, looking ahead, all those storm clouds will sashay away, leaving skies

of blue over Wigan and Crewe. And you won't need your woolly vest on in

Preston.

See you soon. Ta-ra for now.

Back to you in the studio.

And clear.

Simon, anything you care to share?

Sorry? Well, you were on your phone for me whole piece to camera. I was giving

me all and you were God knows where.

Sorry, I was just... No, I suppose you were looking for a new job. And as of

tomorrow, you'll need one. Ta-ta.

Well, that seemed to go rather well. I don't need validation from you, Susie.

And what are you going to do about the lint on me kex?

Oh, sorry.

Well, this week would be great.

You're all sorted for next week's book launch?

Mm-hm.

Yeah, that is what I pay you for.

Found a lovely motel, all en-suite and spa bath.

Yes, well, after a long day meeting Joe Public, one does need to exfoliate.

Such a sweet part of the country.

And the weather should be nice.

Oh no, Susie.

When I show up, there will be storm clouds.

Wincy. Shirley. Lily.

Clary. There's a man in there with a power tool.

Just been looking through the crack.

Fit early for that, ain't it?

We were just wondering what was happening in there. It's been going on

since the year dot.

All right, Gloria.

How are you?

Not bad.

Still breathing.

Oh.

This is Clary and Lily, the new hairdressers. Look at her hair.

Hiya.

We went to the farm shop the other day. It was closed.

Haven't you heard?

I've sold up. Sold farm.

I thought farming was in your blood.

Oh, no.

I was never a farmer.

I was a farmer's wife.

Until Steve went and... Oh.

Anyway, I can't stand here gassing. We've got a book signing to go to. Oh,

that funny weather fella.

Forgot he's in town today.

So what are you thinking, if not farming?

I'll show you if you like.

Oh, so this is yours?

It is?

Congratulations.

Hey, we should start a women's business breakfast.

Oh, this is amazing.

What is it?

Well, it's either the start of a brand-new business venture or a great

big money pitch. Well, yeah. But I'm not doing it alone.

This is Brian Parkinson, also known as Parky the Sparky. Hello.

Parky's my electrical engineer and, um... Safety officer.

So don't go licking your fingers and sticking them in sockets.

And over there is Hugh Fletcher.

You the handyman.

Very handy. I live just round the corner.

I love the ceramic tiling.

Especially the way the colour of the grouting complements the colour of the

tiles.

You noticed my grogden?

No one's ever noticed my grogden before.

Hold on a minute.

Now, I've been looking for a certain colour to offset the earth tones, and I

think it's your eyes.

You don't mind, do you?

Clary, go for it.

Pistachio. Lovely.

It's another one completely smitten.

So, it's some kind of eatery? Yeah. Well, I may have sold farm, but I'm

still in the dairy industry.

This place is going to be an ice cream parlour. And I'm calling it.

Of course you are.

Oh!

After the famous 1920s dessert, which was named after the Knickerbocker Hotel

in Manhattan.

I really need this place to be a success.

I want a big glamorous gala opening.

Trouble is, glamour and me, we don't get on.

Well, Clary and I can help with that.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

I don't think I'm brave enough for a fancy hairdo. Trust me, with the right

hairdo, you'd be brave enough for anything.

Ladies and gentlemen, for your delight and delectation, I give you...

My magnum opus.

Suzie!

Suzie, lint, trousers.

My magnum... My magnum opus. Front and back.

Oh, are we interrupting something?

No, just a minor wardrobe malfunction.

He looks much smaller in real life.

Yeah. He does have nice ears, though. Yeah, and surprisingly, they can hear

you. Have a pew.

Right,

Gloria, let's give you some va-va-voom.

What I want to do is I want to...

Bring some lift into this fringe here, you know, defying all the laws of

gravity because we both know Isaac Newton was a bit of a wazzock.

I'm not sure I'm ready for anything too radical.

Really?

Well, you're the boss, but life's too short to have boring hair, Gloria. You

could just think of this as lifting up the curtain and saying, Hello, world.

I'm back.

Yeah.

I suppose it's about time I did that.

I've spent most of my life in shadows.

Really?

Was it that bad being farmer's wife? Steve wasn't worse, husband and wife.

Well, that's hardly bringing endorsement.

He just had his way of doing things.

And I had to go along with it.

Was it just you two?

We never got round to having kiddies.

But there were always lots of young people working at farm.

Parky and Hugh, they both used to do jobs for us.

So it's lovely I can find work for them now.

In that way, I've been blessed.

And so, I find meself hurtling towards the age of 30, and I won't say from

which direction.

There have been clouds in my life, both cumulus and

nimbostratus, heartache, force 9 on the Richter scale, but despite all of these

storms, I see sunny days ahead.

So I will press on.

Whatever the weather.

Has he finished?

I assume so, since he's finished talking.

Yeah, thank you. Thank you, everyone.

You've been an audience.

Nat, if you'd like to get your book signed, it makes for the most marvellous

present. Birthdays, Christmas, bar mitzvah.

Oh, hello there. What's your name?

Erm... Er, Wincy.

Is the O-M part of it?

No. No?

No. Lead to the wonderful Winsome Wincy.

Oh, I'm sorry. I don't want to buy the book. I just wanted to look at it.

Thanks.

Why?

In the name of Barbara Taylor Bradford, did you bring me to this godforsaken

hellhole? I didn't. I still don't understand why you chose to come here.

Never mind.

I have poured blood and sweat and tears into this book. This book is literally

my inside smeared across 265 pages.

It's not that bad.

I know it's not. It's a masterpiece.

And all we've managed to achieve so far is one random copy covered in scribble.

I'll see if you've got some TPEC.

I would not fix or cover up all the mess that you've made. Nah.

There's only one way for me to fix things.

You're fired.

What? You heard.

Fired.

Him.

I look like an ice cream.

Is it too much?

It's not enough.

You can always add sprinkles.

I

don't

know how to repay you.

Well, call me old-fashioned, but I do tend to ask for money at this stage.

Of course.

We're lost in music.

Just one more thing.

Could I invite the pair of you to my parlour?

I'll give you some free ice cream.

I just need some advice on decor and finishing touches.

I'd love to. You had me at free ice cream.

We're lost in music.

I'm so sorry.

What? No, don't touch them. They're meant to be in mint condition.

That looks an interesting book.

Yeah, well, it's by a very interesting person.

Oh, no.

Jonty Star.

Indeed, you've probably seen me face on television.

I haven't got a telly.

Whatever.

Look, I'm about to open an ice cream parlour and I'd love to give you a free

ice cream to say sorry.

Well, um, I'd... Gloria Crud.

That's right.

But you can call me Nickerbocker Gloria.

Oh, no.

I'll be getting you so much more than free ice cream.

No, that's fine, Mrs Gillespie. A Bichon Frise must come first.

Yeah, no, right.

OK, so we'll see you in a month, then.

Ta-ra.

So annoying.

What is? Book cancellation.

We could have caught tail end of book signing after all.

Hello there. My name is Jonty Starr, but you probably know that already.

I do know that.

Let's take a look at all the drizzle and mizzle. Ooh, I've got hailstones the

size of tennis balls.

Read my eyes, subahs.

The weatherman.

Sorry, I've got an app for that. Oh, have you indeed.

So what services do you offer?

Dry-cut, wet-cut, styling, setting, colouring?

Balayage, bleaching, colour correction, conditioning.

Indian head massage.

Brazilian blow-dry. Yes, please.

To what?

Everything.

Something tells me something's gonna happen to you

Smile on my face is the smile you will wear in a moment

or two

There we go. As requested, one mahoosive and super stiff quiff. Yeah.

Very impressive. You've exceeded my admittedly rather low expectations.

I can do that. Oh, thank you.

Right, so we have this funny little hairdresser ritual. What is it we say at

this point?

Oh, yeah.

Cash or card?

Don't think so.

What? Well, I haven't paid for a haircut in over a decade. Of course, if you wish

to take a picture for the wall, that's worth so much more than money. You have

been visited by a star.

The thing is, all my customers are stars.

Yeah, yeah, I value every head I have the privilege to work on. But if this

place is to keep going...

Folk do need to give us some brass.

OK, let me put this in words you'll understand.

I am an actual star.

I reach millions of people on the telly. I do blogs and podcasts.

And if you insist on asking me for money, I'll say things about this place

online or on air in your little salon.

Might not be around very much longer.

Fine.

Shut the door on your way out.

Door!

Oh, Lily, that was awful.

You gave him a lovely do. He should have paid.

He will, Clary.

He will.

I nearly fell asleep.

I thought he'd be funny. You know, he's good on the telly, with his isobars and

his damp patches.

What can I get you, maidens? Can I have a chicken and mushroom pie, please?

No, I'm afraid I've no pies left at the moment.

Oh. Well, I'll have a rock salmon, then. And I'm just all out of salmon.

You've not got out, have you?

I'll tell you what we have got.

A celebrity.

So, is there anything else I can get you?

I'd love to try some more, but I'd rather live.

Just the bill, then?

Sorry,

for a moment there, I thought you said the bill. Oh, I did.

You have had everything on the menu.

Oh, sweetheart.

These kind of people pay for things.

They do some soul-destroying job and just about scrape by.

I pay me way by shining my light upon them, being, you know, warm and funny.

Funny? You're about as funny as running out of bog roll.

Oh, well, what is it they say about pills and swine? In the name of Odin and

Thor of Valhalla, you will pay your due.

Oh, dear.

I feel a viral moment coming on. Leave it, Uncle Stan.

Fine.

But he'll get what's coming.

Hello?

Any chance of some help with these?

Of course. Let me ease your burden.

Hello there.

Well, what's in the bags?

Well, what isn't in the bags?

We swung by Lonnie's to get some bits for an ear.

Right.

Anything you don't want, we'll just take straight back, all right?

Look. That. Got you that.

And I got you that.

And look.

Got you these.

Oh, they're fabulous.

Aren't they?

And I thought if you wanted a chilled and swirly vibe, you could put lava

lamps on each of the tables. Oh, no.

What? They're an explosion and shatter hazard, plus they're full of carbon

tetrachloride. Wouldn't want that on your ice cream. And I don't have time to

pat test them.

Who knew?

I'm so lucky to have Albert Einstein keeping an eye on me.

What's in the other bag?

Oh, they're just my old clothes. I'm going to take them to the charity shop

in a bit. I can do that for you.

Oh, that's not necessary.

Look, I live just over the road.

I really don't mind. Look, it's fine.

OK.

Now, look, while you're here, can I try some recipes on you?

Banana split.

Key Lime Sunday and my knickerbocker Gloria.

Yes.

Help me God.

Right, well, I'll take these to the charity shop and I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night, all.

Night, you.

I must see if that freezer's still working.

That is a good plan.

So, Gloria, is there anything else we can do for you? You've already done so

much, but... You know my big gala opening on Friday?

Mm-hm.

You've got such good taste in music.

Could you come over and spin a few tunes?

Yes,

we could.

You all right?

Everything's wonderful.

I'm not used to that.

I just keep thinking, when's it all going to go horribly wrong?

Please,

Uncle Stan, you can't give up.

Think of the gods of Asgard.

Look at the gods of Asgard.

Hello. You're not opening today?

It's his uncle. He says he's had enough. He's shutting up shop.

Oh, we can't do that, we'd all starve.

Good morning.

Could I place my lunchtime order for the ice cream parlour?

Might be waiting a while.

Really? I'll check the back.

Well, it all happened last night when that John T, you know the weather,

what's it, from the telly, he came in for his tea. He had the full menu,

pickled eggs and all.

Anyway, when it came to the bill, he said he wouldn't pay. He's too la-di-da.

Anyway, they let him go. Good riddance to D-list celebrities, is what I say.

But then they found out he'd written a terrible review about the place.

He said the staff were tacky and the chips were soggy. It's not just us.

He's wrote a blog about your salon, the cake shop and the ice cream parlour,

even though it hasn't opened yet. I'm in cheek. He said if we didn't charge him,

he wouldn't do that.

It does seem a bit over the top to shut up shop over one bad review.

Oh, that's Vikings for you.

Over the top.

I'll give you over the top.

That lying weather scum's chosen the wrong warrior to do battle with.

Valhalla with chips!

Valhalla with chips!

Valhalla with chips!

Hello.

I'm ever so sorry. I was just worming my whippets.

Hello. Do you have a Mr Jonte Starr staying with you?

No, I'm not at liberty to divulge.

But if a famous television personality did come to this village, I'm sure this

is where he would stay.

Is he in the penthouse?

Again, my lips are sealed, but that's where I would put him.

Come on!

We do just ask if you could just put your name down in the... book.

Open the door!

In the name of Thor and Odin!

Okay, we're not gonna hurt him, right? We're just gonna ask him to pay what he

owes. I do wish people would learn to hang pictures. That's 45 degrees off the

perpendicular. I think we should go. He must have checked out by now. That is

not quite accurate.

The door appears to be locked from the inside.

I've got something that'll dismantle any lock. Oh, Stan, it's made of rubber.

Not that.

Is he there? Is he hiding?

What's he got to say for himself?

I wouldn't see you when you don't want to look. Why? What?

Don't look at me.

I didn't like the guy, but... I think he's been writing something.

Probably destroying someone else's career.

No, that's not him.

Looks like the killer has written a review of the murder.

Jonty put up surprisingly little struggle, a few feeble kicks, a pleading

look in his eye, no stars.

So where are the others?

They're talking to the police.

PC Adam. Well, they'll be there a while then. He does love a chat.

Now, I've made us all some coffee. Thank you. For the shock.

Thank you.

There we go. That's very kind.

What kind of sick puppy would do something like that?

Well, I'm not one to gossip.

Oh, but if you were? When I was at the book launch, Jonty had a personal

assistant. I think her name was Susie.

Anyway, she had that sticky tape. She was on her knees.

taking the fluff off his trousers.

So she was sorting his keks out?

Yeah. And why does that mean that she wanted him slain?

Just saying.

Oh, Clary, what's this I hear about a murder?

Oh, it's Jonty Star, you know, the weatherman.

We found the body.

Oh, no.

Now, obviously, I am not a trained counsellor, but I do work with my hands,

and they are very good at giving hugs.

Hugh Fletcher.

Hello, Constable.

How did you get past the police, Courtland?

I just had a word with them. His ma'am loves my ma'am. We go way back.

Well, I'm glad.

We believe that there may be a malicious communication element to this, so we're

asking everyone on the scene to hand over their digital devices.

It's true.

We've all handed in our phones.

I'm enjoying the silence.

Yeah.

All right.

Now, we need a bit of space so could everyone please leave the crime scene?

See ya.

It was kind, Chloe, thank you.

Looks like a locked room murder.

But, I mean, it can't be.

So maybe the killer got out through the window?

Or went out through the attic?

Or maybe the killer was in the room when we broke in.

Hiding under the bed.

And that review that the killer wrote, will that suggest that the killer was

taking revenge for one of Jonty's reviews?

Or it was a brilliant double bluff.

Excuse me, do either of you own a red Audi? It's been here all day and it's in

a shocking state.

I don't think much of their valet parking services.

Hey, look in the back.

Ah. I think Adam needs to know about this.

Thanks for the intel.

It was his car, though he was driven everywhere by his personal assistant.

Susie.

How do you know that? I'm a very good friend of Wincy's.

Well, we need to have a word with Susie.

It's highly likely that whoever smashed up his car then went on to murder him.

We should now be getting some CCTV.

Do you know when, roughly, that he died?

Well, according to his phone records, we reckon around midnight, which is

interesting. Yes? Yeah, well, anyone could have got into the motel. It's not

exactly Fort Knox.

But how did the killer get Jonty to open his bedroom door at midnight?

It must have been somebody they knew and trusted.

Well, speaking of opening things, we need to open the salon. You can stay

with PC Watson, but I...

Desperately need to walk off that Black Forest Ghetto.

I slide and slide and got it.

You know what I don't get?

Yeah? Is why Jonty came here to do his book launch. I mean, surely he'd have

sold more copies in Manchester.

I think he must have roots here or something.

We've got a lovely market with half-priced doughnuts on a Wednesday,

but he doesn't look like he eats sugar.

Now, don't shush me.

There's someone there.

What are you staring at?

I don't mean to creep you out, but... Is your name Susie?

Who wants to know?

Well, quite a lot of people.

Did you used to work for Jonty Starr? I gave the best years of my life to that

ungrateful, hateful little weather pillock.

He's dead.

We found his body at the motel.

Not John T.

Not my pubic.

I think the police want to have a word with you.

Well, it's really not convenient.

Well, you can try that, but I don't think it'll fly.

I mean, I haven't slept.

I look like a scarecrow and I've got fox poo in my hair.

I actually think we've got shampoo for that.

Right, let's get you seated.

Thanks, love.

Feels so good to be clean.

I know, it's heaven, isn't it?

Nothing better.

Apart, perhaps, from the healing power of music.

Oh, I love this one.

Me and all.

Right, so what are we going to do with these luscious locks?

Luscious?

John's used to call me the human brillo pad.

Oh, that's not very nice.

What was he like then as a boss?

Oh, he was wonderful.

Except when he was being a total nightmare.

And he was kind.

Except when he turned sadistic, he changed like the weather, really.

But basically, he was... He was, um... He was beautiful.

That's lovely.

You are giving me some mixed messages, though.

He was a little boy lost, really, and when he was writing his book, there's

this one detail he left out because it was too raw, he didn't want people to

know it.

And what was that?

Ah, go on, you've got to tell us now.

Jonty was adopted as a baby.

And he could never understand why his birth mother gave him away.

It haunted him.

Did he look for her? Did he ever meet her?

Well, I suggested that he would just go... Susie Bagshot.

Yes? I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder. No, I... 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.

Just do it like that, please.

Wait.

Can I have a word?

I'm a bit busy, what with apprehending murderers, but...

We saw her smashing up his car yesterday evening.

It was on CCTV, and then she ran in the direction of the motel, so... Well, when

we found her, she was sat behind some bins in an alleyway drinking Cypriot

cooking wine.

Don't you think if she'd just murdered someone that she'd run?

Look, just... just leave the police business to me, yeah?

Fine.

Yeah, I'll... I'll get back to me hair.

Hello, is anyone home?

Any of you there?

Gloria, you look magnificent.

Thank you.

Did you, um... Did you hear about Jaunty Star?

I did.

And I'm trying not to think about it.

Fair do's.

You gave us a scare, though.

This place is quite dark.

So it is.

Parkey? Yes?

Let there be light.

Oh, wow.

It's like Las Vegas.

I put out old chairs and put me back out in process. And now ice cream's

churning.

As is my stomach.

It's all going to be all right.

I'm going to get a groove on, Gloria.

Get this party started.

I hope you're prepared to run out of ice cream because I do believe the whole

village is coming.

Really?

Oh, my.

I don't feel ready.

You've worked your whole life for this.

It's everything you've always wanted.

Oh, excuse me.

Parky.

I'm on it.

Back up on it.

Well, I suppose I ought to ask if you're all right, but...

I think we both know the answer to that.

Sorry.

It's just the pressure.

It's starting to get to me.

Is it?

No, it's just, Gloria, when you came into the salon, you said you'd never got

round to having kiddies, but the thing is, I'm a hairdresser.

My chair is a polygraph, and you didn't pass.

What about just now?

I put on chirpy, chirpy, cheap, cheap.

You're in floods of tears running into stockroom.

Gloria, did you ever have kids?

I did.

Just the one.

Just after I got married.

But Steve did the maths and worked out it wasn't his and made me have the poor

little thing adopted.

I cried for all year.

Oh, love.

And then it turned out it was my one chance to have a baby.

Why do the worst things happen to the best people, eh?

So when did you find out what had happened to the baby?

Last night.

I'm sorry, but we're not actually open.

Oh, well, that's a shame.

I was going to offer you a drink.

As I say, we're not open.

Oh, yeah.

Turned me out onto the street, the way you did all them years ago.

What? What shall I call you then?

Gloria?

Knickerbocker Gloria?

Or Mummy?

No.

He gave me his place and date of birth and I knew he wasn't lying.

This was my boy.

The one who was taken away from me.

Oh, love, I never wanted to give you up.

I've got so much love to give you.

It's a bit late for that now.

Why not? It's a nice place you've got here. You've done well with it. I

suppose it must be your baby. I can't do things. And I want every penny, every

ice cream you sell, every rum and raisin, every raspberry ripple. It all

comes to me.

So what did you say?

I was just stunned.

Yeah? He was shouting and threatening me and then he just walked away.

And I wish I'd run after him then I could have stopped this whole nightmare

from happening.

I've just got to get through tonight.

So many people rely on me.

Clary.

Clary, here's where we are with the plot cycle.

Jonty's start is glorious. Right, well, we're sorted for wafers and sprinkles,

even if I do have enough to feed the 5,000.

And can I just say, I am so sorry.

That man was a bitter, twisted individual who decided to take it out on

the loveliest people I've ever met.

Right. My hair was shampooed by a clueless assistant, a brain-dead

bouffant Barbie doll. I mean... I don't know what you're talking about.

Jonty's awful review of the salon.

Oh, I actually hadn't read it.

Hugh Fletcher?

Could I have a word?

Yep.

I was hoping to return your phone, but we may have to hold on to it for a bit

longer. I don't see why.

I never had any dealings with a man.

No, but you do have quite a collection of photos of a young hairdresser called

Clary. Her face, her hair, her body.

It's not legal.

There's nothing obscene or indecent.

And Gloria said that Clary gave you a bag of her clothes to take to the

charity shop, but when I spoke to the owner, he hadn't received them yet.

Yeah, well, I... What are you suggesting?

See, I think you've become obsessed with Miss Coombs, and then a famous celebrity

came to the village and wrote terrible things about her.

Yeah, he did.

And it brought my obsession right to the surface. Yeah, your obsession.

Yeah, and it's not right to keep these things hidden.

I'm going to tell her exactly how I feel.

Clary Coombs.

Can you just give me a sec?

No, this can't wait a moment longer. Oh, right.

You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on.

That's nice.

And I have a dream.

I can see this is private, but I can't leave because of safety.

Fine. A certain something that I've always wanted to do.

What is it?

I would love to be... a drag queen.

What? Huh.

Now, I know I'm just an awkward Welsh handyman, but I have a desire to

perform, to get in touch from a feminine side. No higher aim.

And, Clary, dear, I have been studying your hair, your make-up, your je ne sais

quoi.

Can I use you as my style icon?

Oh, of course.

Oh, see, that's not weird now.

Yeah! Oh, hey, everyone.

I've just looked outside and there's a queue past the chipping. No.

Let's scoop some ice cream.

And I bet my Japanese scissors the killer is here tonight.

But how did they get into Jonty's room?

What did Jonty love more than anything else? Himself.

Yeah. And money. Yeah. And fame. Yeah. Being in the limelight.

Oh, that's it?

Light?

Spin some discs for me. Okay.

Parky, fancy a chinwag?

You know, ever since we met, I was trying a little tending.

I, um, do need to keep an eye on things for possible health and safety breaches.

Oh, yeah, you're very good at that, aren't you?

I remember you'd gone to check the freezers, hadn't you, when Jonty came

round.

So you must have heard the argy-bargy.

I want every penny, every ice cream you sell, every rum and raisin, every

raspberry ripple. It all comes to me.

Might have heard him, but he ran off.

Locked himself in his room.

We've only your word for that, though, haven't we?

And the door appears to be locked from the inside.

See, I think the door was locked from the outside.

And when we broke in, you put key back in keyhole.

But how could I have got into his room in order to kill him?

Yeah, I've been wondering about that.

And then I thought, maybe the killer didn't go into the room.

Maybe he lured Jonty out.

And how would you do that?

Well, friendly neighbourhood electrician would just go to fuse box, turn off all

the power to Jonty's room, and then Jonty, who liked nothing more than a

mammoth whinge, would come powering out, belly aching, in the dark, in a state of

total confusion.

You knew he was drunk as a skunk.

Didn't take much to suffocate him.

And then you went back with us, so that if the police found any traces of you,

you could say you left them there that morning and not the night before. Why

would I kill him? I hardly knew the man.

Gloria thinks you're the sweetest, kindest man on earth.

She is the sweetest, kindest person.

You saw what her husband did to her, didn't you?

All those years.

Yes.

He was like a schoolboy, pulling the wings off an insect.

I couldn't do anything.

And then he died and...

She got her life back together and she started this amazing place.

And then Jonty turned up. He wanted to destroy everything.

He deserves to finally be happy.

Listen, he was not a nice man.

I don't think anyone deserves to die like that.

And now your problem is everyone is going to think it was Gloria.

They are.

The police, the press, every neighbourhood gossip. No.

That was not my intended outcome.

Yeah, but that is what's gonna happen. Unless you step up and you do the right

thing. I really messed things up, haven't I?

Oh, there's my guardian angel.

Thank you for having faith in me. Oh, you are so welcome.

And Parky?

Yes? You have been my rock.

I could never have done it without you.

Yes.

Well, I think from now on you might have to.

Sorry. But please, whatever happens, don't let anyone ruin your dreams.

PC Adam?

Yeah?

There's something I've got to confess.

Do you like custard cream with that? Oh, no time. I'm still stuffed with ice

cream. Yeah, it's still swilling around inside me.

Susie! I wouldn't believe the week I've had.

Oh, we would, actually.

And the worst part is, I never got my lovely hair cut.

My luscious slocks are solely in need of attention.

Well, we can soon fix that for you. You're in luck.

Quiet day at Sal, aren't we? Not out there, it's not.

There's this very loud woman stomping round town in platform boots.

Ta-da!

Oh, Hugh!

You look amazing!

Oh, it's like looking in a mirror. Really? You're not just saying that to

be nice?

What's wrong with us all being nice to each other, eh?