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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