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Do you want me to go in for you?

No, we both go.

Thank you.

Trudi!

You beast! You!

It's not my fault!

It's not my fault!

Trudi!

Are you there?

Ahhhh...

Will I pass?

Just don't drop that scarf in your gravy.

Ooo.. those shoes are new.

Bought at the market yesterday.

Cheap shoes from the market for the Midlands Woman-of-the-Year luncheon.

What can you be thinking?

It wasn't the price, they match the dress.

Ooo yeah.

I knew I have to have them at once.

The heels are just slightly higher than I'm used to.

Now come on, Robert, that taxi's be here in a minute.

Now, tell me how nice I look.

There was a time when praise wasn't all together foreign to your nature.

You'll do us credit.

You look wonderful.

You always do in my eyes.

Don't over-egg the pudding, Robert. Come on.

Geoffrey! She's ready.

Stand by to burst into spontaneous applause.

As the Woman-of-the-Year descends our staircase.

One of the Women-of-the-Year.

There are others, you know.

After you, milady.

Ooh... great! [doorbell ringing]

That will be the taxi.

Aaaaaaargh!!!

- Arghhhhh..... - Hetty!

Mrs. Wainthropp!

Oh.

Ah, are you alright?

No, I'm not.

She's hurt, Mr. Wainthropp.

She came down them stairs like a sack of coals.

I'll phone the doctor.

A-and the lunch people to tell them she can't come.

You'll do no such thing.

It's an honour this lunch is.

I don't intend to miss it.

I'll give you a sack of coals. Oooo.

[applause]

These life or death struggles with desperate criminals, Mrs. Wainthropp.

Well.

Oh, we so admire your courage.

Thank you.

Mrs. Wainthropp? I'm Helen Rance.

I have a job for you, if you want it.

This is hardly the place...

DCI Adams told me to look out for you.

Though he didn't warn me about...

Oh it only happened this morning, it was the shoes.

Pride is painful.

Well, I'm bound to say it's all to the good for our purposes.

I'll wait for you outside. The DCI will join us.

There's no doubt it was an accidental death.

She came out of the chemist, heard her husband call her name,

looked up, saw him, panicked and run straight out into the road.

The van driver never had a chance of stopping in time.

What was her husband doing there?

He says he was looking for her.

In Ackersley?

He lives in Blackburn.

Ever since she took the child and left,

he's been going out every day.

Checking all towns within 20 miles,

hanging around the shopping streets and the markets,

Social Services, DSS,

hoping to see her.

Everyday?

He's unemployed.

Nothing better to do... he says.

I don't like it. It doesn't feel right.

Why should he pick Ackersley

on the very morning his wife goes in to collect their child benefit.

It doesn't feel right to me either.

That's why I've come to you.

Mrs. Rance chairs the committee, which founded the Battered Women's Refuge.

He must have known where to find her.

You think somebody told him.

The women need time and space to sort themselves out.

And to get right away where the men can't find them.

Right.

Even so, most refuges are in towns, means they're hard to hide.

Other people living in the streets who know.

We've gone further.

Ours is six miles outside Ackersley.

Easier to hide, harder to protect.

I told you she was sharp.

How do the women know where to go?

They ask.

Desperate women ask for help.

Ask who?

Reference library, Citizens Advice Bureau,

Social Services.

All they get, is the number of a helpline to phone.

Where they go,

depends on where there's a vacancy.

They're given directions to a particular town,

Ackersley, in our case.

They come with the kids by bus or train.

Phone the helpline again when they arrive

and we pick them up from the station.

What you saying is that

you take such trouble to keep the location secret.

That it has to be somebody from the refuge

told got Gary Hawse where to find his wife.

Well, it certainly wasn't Trudi herself

or she wouldn't have panicked when she saw him.

A member of staff?

There's only two.

A child worker and a manager.

The women run the refuge.

What do you want me to do?

Go undercover, find out what's going on.

I can't justify putting anyone of my own in

because it's the old problem no crime's been committed.

Anyway, looking the way you do at the moment, you'll be more convincing.

I'm leaving home!

Going to a refuge for battered women.

Why?

You've been knocking me about, haven't you?

What?

I've never raised a finger to her.

Though God knows she can be irritating at times.

Hetty!

Hetty!

You don't have to go so sudden.

Do some background work first.

Send Geoffrey up to the Reference Library.

When they go, its often sudden.

It will be night when you get there.

It's often night.

I tell you straight Hetty, I don't like you going into this alone.

I've no alternative.

I can't take Jeffrey in a push chair

now his beard is beginning to sprout.

Anyway I've got other work for him.

I don't believe it was just chance

her husband finding her in Ackersley that morning.

He lives in Blackburn!

Here's the address.

But, he's violent.

You're my associate.

I'm only 18.

And getting younger.

Remember what you said to me on our first case.

We're not quitters, Mrs. Wainthropp.

Well, this is no time to change your spots.

Use cunning.

- Hetty, now listen to me. - I have to go...

...if I'm to catch that bus.

Hetty, Hetty!

How can we reach you?

You can't.

I don't know myself where the refuge is.

They'll pick me up at Ackersley's station.

How will I know to get in touch with you?

It has to be secret.

As soon as I can get out, I'll phone.

Now my cover starts here.

Try to persuade me not to go.

Don't leave me!

I'll never hit you again, I promise.

She'll be okay.

She's pretended to be other people before.

And enjoyed it.

She won't enjoy this.

She's going to have to live amongst women

and know what it's really like to be

abused and battered day after day.

They'll see right through her, and when they do...

When they do, she'll leave.

- Oh, hello. - Hello.

This is Zeb. I'm Ruth.

Hetty.

- I'm expected. - Yes, you are.

Would you like to see where you'll be sleeping?

Maybe get a bite to eat?

I would.

Zeb, would you pop into the kitchen and see if there's any food left.

Okay Mum.

I'm afraid you'll be sharing just for tonight, but,

we'll work something out in the morning.

(lady reading slowly, word by word) (children shouting in background)

I don't see why I have to do homework.

Nobody else is.

- Howie is. - Howie is clever, I'm not.

[children shouting]

Lucy, it's nearly bedtime!

Are they always as noisy as this?

Worse.

You forget, don't you.

Children grow up and...

You forget what it was like when they were young.

I'm terrible with me nerves.

I won't get a wink of sleep without my little moggies.

Have your nerves always been bad?

Oh no.

When I was a girl, I never'd a nerve in my body.

Even at the beginning with Tom.

Oh, that's me husband.

I thought well,

you get through these things.

It's since, Trudi was killed that me nerves have been real bad.

Trudi.

Um, well we were friends.

I don't make friends easy.

Even in a place like this.

I was with her.

I'd been to Ackersley, to shop.

Groceries and such.

How did it happen?

We went to the post office.

And when we came out, her husband were there.

And she ran into road and a van hit her.

The post office?

To collect her child allowance.

But I thought it was...

Oh, never mind, I'm a bit confused.

We all are, first off.

You'll settle down.

[knock on door]

Yeah?

Want some cocoa?

Can't you sleep?

No luck.

Hmm. Me neither.

Yeah, cocoa will be fine.

Thanks.

You er...

Are you worried about this fellow in Blackburn tomorrow?

The husband.

No, I'm worried about Mrs. Wainthropp.

Makes two of us.

I could go if you like.

Might make it easier.

Talk to him man to man.

You could look after the phone.

No.

I'm a professional.

I've got to take the rough with the smooth.

It were computer studies got our Derek in the end.

(DCI): "She came out of the chemist."

(Woman): "Came out of the post office."

(DCI): "And heard her husband call her name."

(Woman): "Her husband was there."

[kids shouting]

School run.

Peace, perfect peace for the rest of the day.

I've to talk to somebody called Angie.

She's the coordinator.

She'll want you to sign a license agreement.

Oh?

Promise you'll obey the rules and pay the rent.

What rules? What rent?

Very few rules and very little rent.

Come on, I'll introduce you.

Do you think the budget would run one of them clipboards?

Just a cheap one.

It does look a bit more professional.

When your lying, it's best to stick as close as you can to the truth.

I shan't lie much, just asked questions.

I was thinking of Hetty.

Oh, right.

Do you think I could borrow your reading glasses?

Not too strong though.

I want to be able to see what I'm doing.

Do you need money?

We can let you have a loan of £10,

but it'll have to be paid back.

I've got some.

Took it from the tobacco tin under the mattress before I left.

You're a pensioner.

My husband was made redundant,

we live on that.

He's hurt you badly this time.

Threw me downstairs.

Do you need a doctor?

How long have you been married?

Must be 40 years.

And all that time?!

No no.

When we were first married, he hardly ever touched me.

And then, when we had Derek,

that's our son who lives in Australia now.

Well, Robert was...

a bit mixed up in his mind about the new responsibility and such.

Not being cock of the walk any more.

If you like.

But even then, he only hit me occasionally.

If he had a drink in him.

It was after the redundancy it got bad.

He'd brood a lot and get these rages.

It was to do with negative equity.

He kept adding up all we've got

and what we could expect and it was never enough.

He said it was my fault because it was me

wanted to buy our council house in the first place.

And he said I wasted money.

Ring, damn you, ring.

And if you think this looks bad

you should have seen me when I left my purse on the bus.

We've an agreement about how we live here.

There's a little rent to pay, not much.

And we usually share on food.

If you'd rather, you can buy your own.

Oh, I'll share.

There's not many rules.

No loud music at night.

Never go into anyone's room without asking.

And no men ever to be allowed in, whatever the excuse.

There was before I've known them stand at the door and cry.

But for everyone's sake, you must never weaken.

I don't think Robert would ever stand at the door and cry.

Just tell me where you are love.

Tell me you're all right.

It's a project we're doing at school.

Alright.

I've been looking up in the local papers,

Making photostats and such.

Looking what up?

That accident at Ackersley when your wife was killed.

- You little... - Please don't! I may not bounce.

You should think yourself lucky that I don't chuck you over!

I wanted your side of things.

I don't think they're being very fair.

Come back here!

What did you say?

I don't think they've been very fair.

You what?

The boys in my class at school.

There's some of us think there's been an injustice done.

The men aren't always to blame in these cases.

Well, not entirely.

Sometimes, not at all.

You better come in.

I often walk out here.

You have a bit of a limp.

Broken bone, badly set.

I fell against a cupboard door.

Is that what you told people.

It's odd nobody thinks of wife beating as a middle-class thing.

My friends would never have believed it.

Even Mummy used to say, I must have done something to upset him.

Peter's such a lovely man, you see, outside the home.

Kind and considerate,

takes pains to be liked.

Street angel, house devil.

Same as your Robert.

Up to a point.

I try to hide it from Lucy and Josh.

Kitchen cupboard doors,

they must have thought those cupboards had a life of their own.

Then one day Lucy said, "we know".

And I packed a couple of suitcases and we left.

But why a refuge, why not your mother?

He'd've followed.

I was afraid he might get custody of the kids.

Still am. Meaning...

He is a solicitor.

He knows the law.

Okay, I thumped her.

Nowt wrong with that, everyone does it.

Me dad took his belt to our mum, regular.

You'll have to show 'em who's boss.

It says here that you broke Trudi's jaw in two places.

Because she didn't have your tea ready.

Watch it.

Right.

That's what she did.

All mouth.

Always giving me the needle.

You don't know what it's like 'til you have to live with it.

So faults on both side, it seems.

And the six GCSEs.

And couldn't keep the place clean.

Or get the meals ready on time.

Okay.

[lady singing]

Are You teaching Noreen to read?

Ya, reading's important.

Yes, it is.

My parent's were so shocked by the school's over here.

They sent me back to Jamaica to get an education.

At least I can teach Zeb myself.

Getting an education didn't stop you being beaten up though, did it?

I think it made it worse.

My husband...

used my education against me as an excuse.

He said I had contempt for him.

And needed a thrashing to teach me better manners.

Well then Noreen's husband battered her

because she was good for nothing.

She dragged him down.

I was wondering,

what you were doing in Ackersley that morning.

You know what I was doing.

Was in the paper.

I went out everyday looking different places.

I wondered why Ackersley that day.

It had to be somewhere.

Like where was it the day before and the day before that.

You trying to make summat of it?

No, I'm just trying to get a few things straight.

Like I couldn't help noticing the motorbike in the hall.

I mean, it's very impressive. State of the art, you might say.

But, since you are unemployed at the moment...

I've always been unemployed.

And the phone. I mean the rental.

You 'ave to have a phone if you got a little kid.

Social Services made us put it in.

Yeah, but you've still got it.

And it says in the Record that the little girl's been taken into care.

Now why didn't you object to that?

I need a phone.

I don't need a bloody kid.

Wasn't me forgot to take the bloody pill.

Why...

You come worming your way in here like some bloody detective.

Most unlike. I'm just an over enthusiastic schoolboy.

Out!

Hey! Hey, come here.

She never tried to defend herself, you know.

I could hear everything.

I'd bang on the wall with me fists sometimes.

And shout.

But he took no notice.

It's lies, what he said.

He never went looking for her.

He'd lie in bed all day and go out at night.

Somebody told him where to look. Who?

There's a bloke what comes to see him sometimes.

In a suit. Wi' a posh car.

I-I mean he don't come up.

I supposed he thinks his car might get vandalized.

Well it would.

Gary goes down, they sit in car and talk.

Up to no good, I'll say.

And what type of a car is it?

I don't know love, I've got no experience.

But I did take note of it's number.

Just in case it might come in useful.

Angie said to talk to the housing department.

I don't know where I want to live.

No one's rushing you.

Takes time to sort yourself out.

I'll er...

take a couple of sandwiches up to Noreen.

Baby's been playing rough.

Trudi had a baby too, didn't she? A little girl.

What do you know about Trudi?

Myra was telling me last night.

About her and Gary, was it?

And what happened in Ackersley.

I lay awake thinking about it.

Thinking what?

- Why she died? - She ran in front of a van.

I wondered how Gary knew where to find her.

Well, that's what scares all of us.

Did anybody leave the refuge after the accident?

You're bound to have these thoughts if you can't sleep.

Kath left yesterday morning with the kids.

Went into a B&B.

What kind of a life is that?

Seems odd she chose to leave so sudden.

Not odd.

If you're thinking Kath had anything to do with it, you're way off beam.

Don't mean to offend, I speak as I find.

Kath said herself, she can't stay here waiting for a flat.

Kath would have been the last person to break security.

If Gary found Trudi, then her Ken could have found 'er.

And if he had, he'd've killed her.

And it wouldn't have been an accident.

And it wouldn't have been quick.

This place works on trust.

We're all jumpy about Trudi's death.

Scared. We don't know what to think.

But if we don't trust each other, then we've got nothing at all.

I'm sorry I spoke out of turn.

I don't want a sandwich if you don't mind. I...

I'll just go and sit for a bit.

[knock on door] - Come in.

Oh Robert.

I hope I can call you Robert.

I always think of you as Robert.

I always think of you as Detective Chief Inspector.

You said this morning did I want to see a doctor.

Is there one, comes in regular?

Whenever we ask.

She's very understanding.

There's some tablets I've been taking to help me sleep.

I forgot to bring them.

I'll make an appointment for you.

If she think you need them, she'll prescribe.

You don't keep any here?

In case of an emergency.

No.

Thank you.

A posh car, she said.

She got the number.

Robert, there are private detectives all over the north,

who have their own way of getting access to the computer at Swansea.

We are not that kind of firm.

And I'm not a bent copper.

I can find out whose car this is

but I can't pass the information on.

You got Hetty into this.

Placed her in danger. Now you won't help.

She was offered a job and she accepted it.

She's in no danger of anything more serious

than being thrown out of the refuge.

However...

I do take note of what you say.

- The baby asleep? - Hmm.

Took a bit of time.

She'll wake up now.

She always does when the kids come back.

Did Myra find you?

She was taking you sandwich.

You and Myra good friends?

Maybe.

Used to be Trudi's friend, but seems like, now she's mine.

That boy is not happy.

Who is?

Are you getting enough sleep?

No.

Can't be helped though.

Doctor gave me some tablets but I daren't take them.

If the baby woke up in the middle of the night

I'll be dead to the world.

Wouldn't any of the others help?

Hmm, Ruth would but I don't like to ask.

She's a kid of her own, needs her sleep.

Myra's offered.

Does Myra know you've got tablets?

Expect so.

You coming in?

Would you have a tissue please?

There you go.

[laughter]

You feel so helpless.

I don't know why I bother with homework.

No one at school is interested.

It's a new school.

And there'll be another.

When we get re-housed.

I've never make friends easy.

You couldn't take anybody home, is that it?

You have to keep pretending there's nothing wrong.

Not everyone knows.

I've had enough, you see.

Stopping Mum drinking.

Talking about suicide.

I miss having a dad.

Not the one that beat mum up.

Just a dad.

Someone to take a bit of weight.

Did he beat you up too?

That's when we left.

[door opening]

- Out! - I want to show Mum my painting.

In the morning.

She's not still drinking here in the refuge, is she, your mother?

No.

She got support.

Sinéad too, kids of her own age.

I've got nobody.

I don't belong here.

Nor do you.

I don't follow you.

You've not been battered.

What about this?

Doesn't fool me.

I've bruises everywhere, my body aches all over.

It's all put on. You're strong.

Ruth's strong.

She's been here nine months.

You're a new arrival and you're stronger than Ruth.

And you're interest in other people.

How long do you think you've got?

Till they find out.

Not long, by the look of it.

Don't worry...

I shan't betray you.

We need a camera.

Not the one that got sat on in Pisa.

A real, surveillance camera.

With a zoom lens.

Like bird watchers have.

And we know one.

And he owes us.

The deaf and dumb lad you saved from the kidnap.

He's profoundly deaf and without speech.

And he's not a lad.

But he'd be glad to help?

Are there any other...

outsiders among the women here?

In your expert opinion?

You're thinking of Myra.

She's not strong.

But she's interested in other people.

Always trying to make friends.

It's not the same.

Myra clings to people.

She can't bear to be on her own.

You'll do well at college.

[knocking at door]

It's Hetty.

I hope you don't mind me disturbing you.

I'm not used to being on my own.

It's difficult to settle.

Don't worry love.

Everyone needs a friend.

I thought last night,

watching you take those tablets.

I used to be on tablets myself.

I've been lying awake and Noreen's baby's been crying.

I thought, I thought...

How shall I manage.

They've taken you off?

Doctor said I mustn't persist or I'd become addicted.

They all say that.

I suppose I could ask the doctor that comes here.

She's worse than any.

Say what you like, she won't prescribe unless you're mental.

But she's prescribed for you, hasn't she?

There's a doctor you can go to in Ackersley.

Private.

Did Trudi go to him?

You said last night that she was collecting her child allowance

when Gary called her name.

But I read about the accident in the papers.

You'd been at the chemist.

Who are you?

Just somebody like yourself.

Who told Trudi's husband she'd be in Ackersley that morning?

Who knew besides you?

She's been asking a lot of questions.

Mmm, I've noticed.

If you were going to hire someone to suss out the refuge,

it'd be a woman.

Those bruises are genuine.

She wouldn't have made them herself.

Yeah but...

I'll take her shopping with me tomorrow.

If she phones out, we'll know.

It wasn't me!

You'd sell your mother to get tablets let alone Trudi.

How could I get them of Gary Hawse?

Drugs. He could be supplying.

Moggies and Valium, Librium.

Kids don't take drugs like that now.

Just people like me who doctors won't prescribe for.

You're on the wrong track!

I believe you.

Just the same...

isn't it time you moved on, started a new life?

I don't move on.

You can't stay here forever.

- I go back. - To the man who battered you?

Back to what I know.

You don't begin to understand someone like me, do you?

Start a new life?!

I can't live on me own.

I'm frightened.

I've no experience.

So I stay.

As long as I can.

And then I'll go back to Tom.

Oh he's always always glad to see me at first.

And then when I think...

He's goes too far, I...

and I'm afraid he might kill me, I run away.

And then some refuge takes me.

And is that how it will be always?

Maybe he'll change as he gets older.

Maybe.

I'm shopping for us all this morning.

Do you want to muck in, or cater for yourself.

I'm not bothered.

I'll muck in.

Thank you.

[phone ringing]

- Hetty! - It's too early.

Pen! Pen!

Wainthropp Detective Agency.

Interesting development.

After you left yesterday,

I sent someone to lean on your friend, Gary Hawse.

See if anything fell out.

Well something has.

A call from a solicitor instructing us to cease harassing his client.

What's a man like Hawse doing with a solicitor?

Let alone one with a middle class practice and a brass plate in Worley.

It's the man below.

Ask him about the car.

Wa-wa-was he driving a-a-a posh car, by any chance?

A BMW.

It'd be improper to give you the number

but I can't prevent you jumping to conclusions.

And I can give you the name of the firm.

After all Robert,

you might want a solicitor yourself someday.

Peter Parmenter and Partners.

I just have to go and use the loo. I won't be long.

Peter Parmenter and Partners.

Worley.

Well there must be some connection.

Phoning home?

Flowers!

Sorry?

I'm famous for my flower arrangements, chapel.

You don't think about that kind of thing when you run away.

I had to arrange for a substitute.

Right.

Better find somewhere safe for the scooter.

Hi, look, can we leave our transport in your home?

And if you've a clothes horse and some washing that needs airing.

And a black plastic bag might come in handy.

- Yeah. - Right.

Hello?

Right, there might be a job for us.

Stay by the phone for the next hour.

And tell Wayne and Ray.

[car honking]

How did you find the place?

The children had to be in a school near Ackersley.

I provided someone with a photograph of my own kids.

And once he spotted them, he followed the Land Rover.

I could have done that.

Horses for courses, Gary.

Debt collecting, putting on the frighteners.

I, I couldn't ask for better.

Covert surveillance need someone less...

colourful.

And another hundred when the job's done.

Once they know that they've been found, the place is useless.

Then... we move on to the next.

You've really got it in for refuges.

A man's wife and children should be under his control.

That's what holds society together.

It's time the men fought back.

Beginning with Begwin House.

What do you want?

If that's waste paper

don't make litter, give it to me.

Piss off.

Hetty.

Do you mind coming into the common room a moment?

We're having a meeting.

Solicitor. You wouldn't expect it.

It means trouble, Mr. Wainthropp. No doubt about it.

Then you and me had better be there to stop it!

Pull!

I never listened.

But you can't help overhearing, can you?

Before that car come, he were on phone to his mates.

- Where's Angie? - Oh don't you know? She's out.

Well, you've just been poking about in her office.

We were wondering about the phone call that you made this morning.

Flowers?

Just the arrangement. I don't supply.

Oh, in Angie's office?

Checking the details in my file.

You're a spy, aren't you?

You're not one of us.

Every woman's one of you, or could be.

I've been here long enough to learn that.

That's words, that's just words.

She was asking me questions last night, making accusations.

About the pills.

We know about Myra and the pills.

- And you don't mind? - I said we know.

Not that we don't mind.

Why are you here?

You've not been battered. You don't need refuge.

Why are you here?

Wainthropp Detective Agency.

I told you she'd been sent to suss us out.

The kids said someone was following the Land Rover last week.

But she didn't believe them.

This place works on trust you said.

And I betrayed it. I don't feel good about that.

But you've not trusted me either.

No, we haven't.

Who's employing you?

Your management committee.

Without even telling us?

To find out why Gary Hawse

knew that Trudi would be in Ackersley that morning.

After Trudi died, trust went out of the window.

They think one of us must be responsible.

It's not me! I never told nobody.

You said that you believe me.

I do.

It wasn't Myra.

As I think you know Karen.

Karen?

We use only first names amongst ourselves.

That's why I had to look in Angie's records.

Parmenter.

Peter Parmenter and Partners.

My husband's firm.

There's a connection between Peter Parmenter and Gary Hawse.

He knows where you are.

He knows I'm near Ackersley, no more than that.

I think you better explain.

I had to sign a form.

Power of attorney.

I told my mother to send it to Ackersley Post Office and I'd collect it.

And her husband wormed the information out of her.

Said he'd take the kids unless she cooperated.

Did she believe that?!

He's a lawyer.

He knows the law.

He says the Children's Act gives him access.

And there's judges who've said

refuges aren't unsuitable places for children

and ordered them returned to their family home.

You should have talked to us.

I was frightened.

If the kids were right,

if someone was following that Land Rover...

he'll have found this place by now.

Listen!

Somebody's outside.

Call the police.

Close the shutters.

Noreen, check that the baby's alright and lock your doors!

Standby to repel boarders!

I'll get my [indistinct]

[indistinct chatter]

Leave the bike.

We better try and influence events.

(Offscreen): Out, out, out, out.

Out, out, out, out, out, out.

Go away, we're not at home to callers.

Come on!

(all): Out, out, out, out, out, out, out.

Ah!

Oh!!

Give it to the bitches!

[glass breaking] [screaming]

Get that bench!

Come on, hurry up.

One. Two. Three.

Quick! Bring anything. Anything!

[indistinct]

Any [indistinct]. Anything to throw.

Come on!

We're not doing it hard enough.

That's it! That's it, come on.

Dirty nappies!

I'm out.

Hey, where you're going?

They've gone!

They've gone.

I don't think we're needed.

[women cheering]

Where he's going?

Get a hold of him!

- Everything okay? - Yes, sir.

You can't come in, no men allowed.

Parmenter put him up to it.

Well done Mrs. Wainthropp.

We aim to please.

(women): Yeah!!!

[cheerful banter]

Are you sure you're all right?

Oh I'm alright.

By Jove, I've learned a lot.

Count me blessings.

How are we going to persuade Hilda Althwaite

you're not a wife beater?

Would the Woman of the Year care to dance?

- Oh, don't be daft. - Oh, come on, come on, come on!

Heya,

I'm not just the Woman of the Year.

I'm for good.

Transcribed by eggie1961 Synced and corrected by Pindiu