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Wendy, please sit down.

You're making me nervous.

I'm sorry.

I know I'm a nuisance.

You're not a nuisance.

A liability.

You're not.

A bore.

Well, if you go
on thinking you are.

You see?

Wendy, sit down, please.

That's all I'm asking.

I never used to be boring.

I used to be outgoing and fun.

Friends?

Ha!

Whatever happened to them?

They used to remark on it.

"You're so much fun, Wendy.

You're so life enhancing."

Are you eating properly?

You-- you look as if
you've lost some weight.

I'm getting fat.

It's all the worry.

I constantly have to eat
comforting, high-calorie junk

food.

"You're so vivacious,
Wendy," they used to say.

Well, you are vivacious.

Yes, but in the wrong way.

Oh, and I dreamt I killed Roger.

Oh, dear.

Last night.

And I didn't just kill him.

I did unspeakable
things to him first.

Oh, my goodness.

Yeah, with-- with chainsaws
and corkscrews and baths

of acid and [screeching].

You know, like in that
film by-- by Hancock.

Hitchcock.

That must have been
extremely unpleasant for you.

Not really.

No?

Not at all.

Ah.

You see, that's
what worries me.

Inch by inch, he's turning me
into a pathologically violent

killer.

It was only a dream.

A very vivid dream.

I don't want to be a murderer.

Well, no.

A fat murderer.

And I certainly don't
want to be punished

for doing away with Roger,
however lenient the sentence.

Wendy?

Yes?

What did you come
to see me about?

Roger's in arrears
with the mortgage!

I'm just--

Should that thing
be off the leash?

What?

I don't want to get
snapped at this early.

You won't be.

You seem very confident.

I am.

He's dead.

Dead?

Are you sure?

Well, of course
I'm bloody sure!

Sorry, sorry.

I wouldn't be wrong
about that, would I?

No, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

He died on Saturday.

Heart attack.

Very sorry.

That's all right.

You-- you don't have
to say anything.

I know you don't mean it.

No, I do, I do.

Really.

Really?

Really, yes.

Uh, every dog's
death diminishes me.

Excuse me?

Well, my wife, Celia, she--
she died eight years ago,

you know, so I know
what it's like.

It's not easy.

This is one of
your bad taste jokes.

No, no, certainly not.

Are you seriously
suggesting there's

an equivalence between your
late wife and Wellington?

Wellington?

My dog.

You're suggesting that
Wellington and your wife

were on a par?

Well, obviously, I wouldn't
have married Wellington.

Ah.

Now, you see?

Bad taste jokes again.

You just can't
resist them, can you?

No, no, no, no.

No, look, I'm-- I'm trying
to make a serious point.

I mean, death is indivisible.

Whether it's a beloved
animal or a-- a spouse,

it's not dissimilar in effect.

Well, yes, I see.

Love can't tell the difference.

That's my belief.

I miss him in more ways than
I ever expected, at every turn.

Of course you do.

I miss Celia.

That's the way it goes.

He always let me know when
someone was at the door.

Oh, that was useful.

Celia was rather shy
at that department.

She always let me
answer the door.

I see.

He snored gently.

Very calming.

Yes.

Well, he had the
edge on Celia there.

Unless he heard
something outside.

Then he really let rip.

Lots of burglaries around
here at the moment.

Do you have a burglar alarm?

No.

Now, I hear strange noises
in the night all the time.

You're still, um,
carrying his leash.

Are you going to
get another one?

I think I may be too old
for another Wellington.

Well, I'd, um,
recommend a cat.

Not expensive to
run and keeps me

in touch with the
infinite on a budget.

I'm a dog man.

Always have been.

But, um, thanks.

Yes, thank you.

Poor sod.

It's a vendetta, isn't it?

He'd like to see us
destitute, out on the streets

without a roof over our
heads, preferably starving.

He'd enjoy that.

Perhaps he forgot.

Edith, forgive
me for saying so,

but you've got to stop giving
Roger the benefit of the doubt.

You've always loved
him unconditionally,

and see where it's led.

Wendy, you've got
a very strange way

of asking for sympathy.

I'm not asking for sympathy.

I'm asking for justice.

I think you mean revenge.

I'm not a vindictive person.

Far from it.

But I do think that
Roger and people like

him should be in prison for
the good of society as a whole.

Right.

Oh, sorry.

Didn't mean to interrupt.

I'll pop back later, Edith.

Phil, Phil.

Uh, I've forgotten something.

You know, you need
a burglar alarm.

What?

Anyway, this looks
like a conversation

that best conducted in
the absence of chaps.

Phil, get in.

Get in now.

Dugdale's dog died.

Roger's fallen
behind on the mortgage.

Is that our problem?

Well, it's almost
certainly mine.

OK.

Well, where is he?

I'll kill him.

How will you do that?

In quite a different
way to me, I expect.

More-- more methodical.

Oh.

How far behind on
the mortgage do you

have to get before they
confiscate the property?

Well, it depends on your
prospects and the lender.

I mean, did you borrow the
money from a reputable building

society or the local branch
of the Stoke Poges mafia?

I don't know.

Well, I mean, when
they came to the door,

were there any
signs of coercion?

You know, baseball bats?

Hear a lot of shouting?

Cleavers, that sort of thing?

Phil.

Hmm?

Incidentally, that, um,
white Audi out there, is--

is that yours?

Yes.

Well, it's a very
nice car for a bankrupt.

Roger got it cheap.

Did he?

Well, he wouldn't
have bothered,

but Edith was so upset
when he sold my old car.

He only bought
this to please you.

Dugdale's dog died.

Uh, I-- I mentioned it earlier,
but, uh, I don't think you

took it in.

Oh, Dugdale's dog died?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Poor man.

I know.

I was trying to console him--

Hello?

What about me?

What am I gonna do?

Uh, divorce Roger, take
possession of the house,

mortgage it again or sell it,
um, find yourself a better job,

flog the Audi,
and get a scooter.

A scooter?

How am I supposed to take the
twins to school on a scooter?

Practise.

[sobbing]

[door slams]

I'm sorry.

It's just that
Wendy doesn't always

bring out the very best in me.

Roger, what are you doing?

Security.

There's been a few burglaries
in the neighbourhood,

and the kitchen is the
weakest spot in this house.

But Phil's going
to fit an alarm.

Yeah, but when?

Tomorrow, I expect.

Well, it might be
too late by then.

We might be all
murdered in our beds.

If someone broke in to
steal something, they--

they wouldn't want to
murder us, would they?

Not you.

Not me?

Me.

What are you talking about?

I've got enemies.

Uh, could you just
hold this end for me?

Roger, now you're
frightening me.

Enemies?

Wendy.

Oh, good gracious.

Oh, Wendy wouldn't hurt a fly.

Oh, yeah?

You haven't seen her diary.

You know, she left it on the
kitchen table, open on purpose

so that I'd read it.

This isn't going to work.

It's crazy.

You won't believe the fate
she has in store for me.

Dozens of pages of it, all
in little, tiny, poisonous,

spidery writing.

She's just venting her anger.

She was furious with me,
even from the very beginning

before we were married.

You're making all this up.

See, the thing is, I didn't
really want to go out with her,

and she knew it.

So why did you?

Well, I was desperately
in love with Rose.

Rose?

Her sister?

Yeah.

I was crazy about Rose.

I only pretended to fancy Wendy
so I could be close to Rose.

So why didn't you
go out with Rose?

Well, she was going
out with Martin Norton,

and I hoped that
that would break down

and I'd be strategically placed.

I hoped that true love
would win out in the end.

So you were stuck with Wendy.

Yeah, tragically.

Well, even-- and
even more tragically,

Wendy got stuck with you.

Roger, I don't want to hear any
more of this, any of it, ever.

And put all this lot
back where you found it!

Now!

[glass breaking]

[loud rock music playing]

Bloody Roger.

[MUSIC - THE ROLLING
STONES, "[I CAN'T GET NO]
SATISFACTION"]

Oh, yes!

Come on!

[sniff]

THE ROLLING STONES [ON
RADIO]: I can't get no
satisfaction.

What on earth?

THE ROLLING STONES [ON
RADIO]: I can't get no
satisfaction,

'cause I try, and
I try, and I try--

[SINGING] And I try!

[harmonica playing]

THE ROLLING STONES [ON
RADIO]: I can't get no!

Yeah!

THE ROLLING STONES [ON
RADIO]: When I'm driving in my
car--

BURGLAR: Yeah!

THE ROLLING STONES [ON
RADIO]: --and the man

comes on the radio, he's
telling me more and more

about some useless
information supposed

to fire my imagination.

I can't get no, no, no, no!

Hey, hey, hey!

That's what I say.

I can't get no--

Hi!

THE ROLLING STONES [ON
RADIO]: --satisfaction.

I can't get no
satisfaction, 'cause I--

Sorry, did I wake you?

Who the hell are you?

Uh, Steve.

Would you like a cuppa?

Are you a friend of Roger's?

Rogers?

Vincent Rogers?

What are you doing here?

Oh, I'm your--

I'm your local friendly burglar.

Friendly?

I'm completely harmless.

Well, I'm not
completely 'armless,

because I do have one arm.

Oh?

Get it?

Armless, harmless?

I've gotta get that joke
in before anyone else does.

It's pathetic, I know.

My son-- uh, both
my sons are upstairs.

They'll be down in a moment.

They're calling the police.

Excellent.

Excellent?

Yeah, don't worry about it.

I-- I don't understand.

I wouldn't expect you
to, people like you.

People like me?

Well, comfortable
people with nice houses.

That's a bit steep, isn't it?

You break into my
house, and then you

blame me for having one.

I like that.

You'll go to prison.

Eh, they're a bit
slow around here.

Who is?

The police.

The dawdle squad.

That's what we call them.

Who's we?

Me and my fellow losers.

Losers?

Yeah, that-- that's
what I am, a loser.

How nasty.

Well, nobody likes a loser.

I didn't mean that.

I meant the expression loser.

You know, winners and losers.

That's not what
life should be like.

No, it's not, but it is.

I don't agree with that.

There's more to you
than meets the eye.

Was that meant
to be a compliment?

Hey, do I know you?

Do you live around here?

I used to about a
hundred years ago.

You do look familiar somehow.

Do you remember
the great deposit box

robbery in Knightsbridge, hmm?

34 million pounds,
never recovered.

No, were you involved in that?

No.

Oh!

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

Eddie Somerton, Maida
Avenue, July 1962?

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god!

Bob!

Bob "Angel Face" Wickley!

Yeah, I wish you
wouldn't say that.

The handsomest boy in town!

Yeah, don't remind me.

I'd forgotten all about you.

Had you?

Had you really?

Well, not completely.

I had wondered from time to
time what you were up to.

But to be honest, I've
never thought of you

with any great fondness.

Well, I'm not surprised.

I was a callous,
self-centred bastard.

What are you
doing in my kitchen?

Oh, I decided
to go back inside.

Back inside?

In prison?

Yeah.

You know, even at this time of
year, it gets cold at night.

What happened to your arm?

Oh, car crash.

Head on, Trans
-Siberian Highway.

Oh, how dreadful.

I'm sorry.

And you, eh?

Nice home, nice husband, nice
kids, lovely grandchildren?

Well, quite lovely.

I'm happy for you.

I really am.

Oh, don't tell me
your husband died.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

But Eddie, this is the hand of
fate bringing us back together

again.

You do realise that, don't you?

This was meant.

That's not quite how I see it.

BOB: You will.

You're in shock just
now, but you will.

We can turn the clock back.

We can get back together again.

Anything is possible.

EDITH: Are you sure you
don't know my son Roger?

He's big on putting
the clocks back.

What, the one upstairs?

Tell him to call the police
back and say it was a mistake.

I doubt he called them.

He's probably still asleep.

And there's only
one son, really.

Eddie, I always loved you.

I was completely and utterly
obsessed by you, besotted.

Until you met someone
else, someone with money.

That was a mistake.

Not fate?

No, bad luck.

Very bad luck.

Edith, it's all
right, I'm here!

Quick, get behind
me, get behind me!

Who are you?

Um, this is my friend Phil.

Oh.

Hello, Phil.

Where are the police?

Um, well, they're very
slow around here, apparently.

What?

The dawdle squad.

Well, where's Roger?

Asleep, I should think.

I asked Roger to call the
police when he called me.

Where the hell have you been?

Upstairs keeping guard.

Well, did you call the police?

Yes.

He's lying.

I'm a pro-er.

I know.

I couldn't
remember the number.

You couldn't
remember the number?

Now, he's telling the truth.

You couldn't remember the
nu-- you couldn't remember 999?

Yeah, well I--

I can now, but I couldn't then.

I was stressed.

I thought you were
gonna ring the police.

No, no, you were
gonna call the police!

Mum, are there any biscuits?

And who the hell are you?

What are you doing here?

Oh, this is kismet
that I'm here.

You see, Eddie and
I were once an item.

Yes, 1962 for six weeks.

Or was it five?

Bob "Angel Face" Wickley.

I wish you wouldn't say that.

He broke into here
so we'd call the police

and then he'd get put away
for a while out of the cold.

Well, then I think
that we can oblige him.

Uh, no, I've changed my mind.

No, you haven't.

Eddie.

How did you lose your arm?

Oh, uh, line of duty.

Shellfire, first Gulf War.

Oh, was it painful?

Yeah, extremely.

But I wouldn't let them
give me anaesthetic.

I wanted to--

I wanted to know
what was going on.

Cool.

Did you kill anyone?

Well, not intentionally.

Did you-- did you get a medal?

Perhaps you'd like to continue
this conversation as a prison

visitor.

No, no, no gaol.

I'm turning over a new leaf
with the help of Eddie.

No, I'm afraid
that's not possible.

Who says, the
valiant neighbour?

Uh, Phil and I
are getting married.

What, you mean I'm too late?

Oh, 55 years too late.

Eddie, are you making
the right choice?

You may have lost
your looks, Bob--

And an arm.

--and an arm, but you've
still got the brass neck.

Yeah, and that's
all I've got left,

and I'm not very proud of it.

I'll call the police.

All right.

Well, maybe a cup of tea
and a piece of cake, maybe?

Or some, uh, smoked salmon?

Plover's eggs?

Chocolate ants?

Yeah, whatever.

How did you get that scar?

Duelling.

Wow.

Did you win?

Uh, yes, I did, yeah.

What was it about?

Uh, just a-- a gambling debt.

Cool.

You'll have grassed by
now that my stepson-to-be is

looking for a role model.

I'm interested in people.

I'm interested in the
human predicament.

That's why I watch
documentaries about real people,

like "Gogglebox."

Bob, I'm going
to make some tea,

and then I'd like you to go.

All right, some tea
and a cooked breakfast,

if you can manage it.

And then, call the police.

We're entirely
at your disposal.

Do we really need
to call the police?

I could lend you some money.

How much?

Roger, you've got
other commitments.

Like the mortgage,

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, yeah, that.

OK, well, I mean, I would
lend you some if I could.

Oh.

Well, thanks, buddy.

A diamond geezer.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah.

Nice to meet you, too.

Roger.

[car screeching]

Who is it?

Wendy.

My wife.

Where?

She just drove up.

With the handbrake full on.

Unmistakable.

Roger, did you call Wendy?

Yeah.

What on earth did
you call Wendy for?

Well, if anyone can scare
off an intruder, it'd be her.

She doesn't need
any more stress.

Well, she's always
complaining about being left out

of the loop.

What's happened?

Is everyone all right?

Yes, everyone's
perfectly all right.

Who's this?

This is Bob.

Bob "Angel Face" Wickley.

He's a trainee burglar
and a professional fraud.

Wendy, Roger should
never have called you.

Oh, I'm glad he did.

I'm glad you're seeing
his true nature.

This is typical of him.

You know, whenever
there's a news

story about a serial
killer, for example,

he sends me out alone late at
night to the 24-hour chemist.

And?

Phil.

Well, don't you see?

He wants to put me in peril.

Oh, here we go.

Look, I thought someone
was calling the police.

Phil?

I can't.

Why not?

Well, he wants us to.

What?

Would you like a sausage?

Oh, yes, please.

Mushrooms?

Uh, no, I'm not so
crazy about mushrooms.

If we comply with
his wishes, then I'll

be entering into a conspiracy.

No.

No, just don't say--
don't tell them anything.

Stay schtum.

Well, look, why
don't we just tell

the police exactly what
happened and leave it to them?

I mean, after all, he did break
in, no matter what his motives.

How do you like your eggs?

Uh, cooked both sides, please.

Roger, careful.

Roger!

EDITH: Oh, Roger!

Yes!

That's it.

I knew it would work.

[police radio]

Isn't this the house all those
geriatric hooligans were having

that rave-up?

With that mad old bat.

What was her name?

The cuppo, Mrs. Gale.

One to watch.

So this is our
local hotspot then.

Looks like it.

Well, you know,
talk of the devil.

What-- what's going on?

What's happened?

We're just gonna find out.

Look, you two stop here.

Don't budge.

It's the police.

Who've called them?

Well, don't look at me.

Well, somebody must
have called them.

Oh, there's a whole police
squad out there, armed.

Oh, my god.

I can see why you
called me, Roger.

I'd have got here sooner, but
I couldn't find me trainers.

Don't say anything,
I'll do the talking.

This is delicious.

Would you like some ketchup?

Yeah, why not?

I hope that gives you
terminal gastroenteritis.

Oh, Officer, I'm the
person you're looking for.

I broke into these
premises intent on theft,

and I was apprehended
by the householder here.

Not true.

Absolutely true.

Not true.

Bobby?

Little Bobby Wickley?

Well, I never.

What've you been
up to this time?

He was always a terrible
tearaway right from the off.

Ah, true enough.

He lost the other one larking
about with a milk float.

What's he doing here?

Embracing kismet.

Does the owner of the white
Audi, registration PF16NNV,

parked on the street at the
front of this house live here?

I-- I don't live here,
but that is my car.

Why?

That's a stolen
vehicle, Madam.

What?

Officer--

That man!

That man!

Him!

Him!

He gave me that car!

Officer, I'm a common felon.

I'll say.

Up to no good.

I didn't steal it.

I bought that car in good faith.

I must ask you
both to accompany me

to the police station.

Officer, arrest me!

It's your duty!

You don't have
to say anything,

but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when

questioned something you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

Roger, what have you done?

Don't say anything!

Roger!

He just told you
not to say anything.

It'll harm your defence.

Can't you just-- just
be quiet for once?

Phil.

Oh, they'll be back in
a couple of hours, sadly.

Unbelievable.

What's the country coming to?

Oh, I'll see you later, eh?

Oh, you and Bobby.

Oh, you never forget
your first love, do you?

Your mum took a
real shine to him.

She was heartbroken when it all
came to an end, heartbroken.

Broke my heart, too.

Did it?

Well, they were
made for each other.

Mrs. Gale.

Oh, I'll go then.

Oh.

Like a cup of tea?

Oh, you'll not offer me
the full English, dear?

Oh, I can, if you'd like one.

Of course I don't want one.

I just want an ordinary
cup of tea, please.

Oh, shut up!

I can't stop!

[theme music]