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Aaargh!

Eeeargh!

Aargh!

(Screams)

Tracy Timson!

Whatever possessed you?

Stupid cow.

- Oh, no.
- What's that, Rumpole?

A mere invitation, Hilda. The Scales
of Justice Ball at the Savoy Hotel.

Disgusting sight - Her Majesty's judges
creaking around in a foxtrot.

- You wouldn't enjoy that, would you?
- I suppose not, in the circumstances.

- What circumstances?
- It's too humiliating.

I quite agree. Not a pretty sight -
pirouetting Ballards and Erskine-Browns!

- Claude and Philly dance well together.
- They don't do much else together.

Why is it... that you never lead me
out onto the dance floor nowadays?

- Ah, well now...
- I sometimes dream about it.

We're at the Scales of Justice Ball
at the Savoy Hotel.

On my birthday.

And you lead me out onto the floor
as the first lady in chambers.

Hilda, I have many talents,
but I am not Nijinsky

and we don't get much time to practise
dancing down the Old Bailey.

- Oh, Hilda, you're not...
- No, no.

No, of course not.
You must get to work. Go on.

Work is the only thing
that matters to you.

You'd rather defend a murderer
than dance with your wife.

(TV) "Oh, my God!

"The Goat of Mendes -
the Devil himself!"

(Doorbell)

- Oh, Mum!
- Shut up!

- Mrs Molloy.
- Yeah, what is it?

- You're Dominic's mum?
- What if I am?

I'm Mirabelle Jones
from Social Services.

Do call me Mirabelle.

I think Dominic is a little friend
of my client, Tracy Timson, isn't he?

We're not friends to the Timsons,
exactly.

Well, shall we say a little classmate?
We're making inquiries about Tracy.

- Is she in trouble?
- Let's say she has a few problems.

Problems? I should think so,
her being a Timson!

What kind of problems, exactly?

Remember the children wearing
those horrid masks, Dominic?

- They scared me.
- I'm sure they did.

- Did you see who was leading them?
- In the end.

- Who was it, Dominic?
- Trace.

- Tracy Timson?
- Yeah.

Your mum said you went round
to Tracy's a few times. After school?

- Yeah, after school.
- Then you went somewhere else.

- Where else?
- Where they put people.

The churchyard? Was it a churchyard?

St Elphick's.

It WAS a churchyard.

Was it dark?

After school.

Perhaps late. A month ago...

So it was dark.
Did a grown-up come with you?

A man, perhaps? Did a man come?

- He said we was to play a game.
- What sort of game?

- He put something on his face.
- A mask?

- Black, and horns on it.
- A devil's mask? Is that right?

- He wanted you to play at devils?
- He said he was the Devil.

He was... to be the Devil.

And what were you supposed to be?

Perhaps you were the Devil's children?

Was that the game you had to play?

- Dance around.
- Dance around?

Now I want you to tell me, Dominic,
when did you meet this man?

At Tracy Timson's house?
Is that where you met him?

Do you know who he was, Dominic?

Who was he, Dominic?

You've been such a help to me so far.
Can you tell me who he was?

Tracy's dad.

(Doorbell rings)

(Persistent ringing)

(Pounding)

How do I know who it is?! All right!
Don't hammer the bleedin' door down!

- What have you done?
- Oh, shut up, Roz!

Oh, not again. This is out of order.

- Mr Cary Timson?
- If it's about that shop

- I know bugger all.
- It's about your Tracy.

Tracy?
She's asleep upstairs in bed.

Isn't she asleep upstairs?

- Are you Mum?
- Of course! What do you want?

We want to look after your Tracy, Mum.
She needs rather special care.

I'm sure you're both going to help us.

We rely on Mum and Dad
to be very sensible.

- You've come to take her away!
- No, no, no...

- You're not bloody taking her away!
- We just want the very best for her.

We do have a court order.

Now shall we go and wake Tracy up?

Ever so gently.

I don't think we'll be needing toys
where we're going.

- Mum will look after her.
- I want my mummy!

Mum!

Mummy!

You always done your best
for the Timson family.

Of course. Timsons have been a source
of gainful employment for many years.

You are the prop and stay of my old age.
You're not in trouble yourself?

No, nothing. They questioned me
about that shop down Gunter Avenue,

but they've got no evidence.

- It's young Tracy Timson, Mr Rumpole.
- Bloody marvellous.

- Eight years old and needs a brief.
- Eight?! She's starting young.

Here you are. That's her in Marbella.
Does she have the look of a villain?

Well, I'd say not a hardened criminal.

Childhood - a difficult period
from what I can remember.

They wouldn't let her take a doll.
Not even her new Barbie.

- What?
- Barbie doll.

- She's got a collection of them.
- What's her crime, Mr Rumpole?

- What's on her charge sheet?
- Er, nothing yet.

Ah, well, childhood is a crime in itself
to some people.

- We can't get sense out of Miss Jones.
- Jones?

Officer in charge of case. Social worker.

Ah, one of the caring community.
What does Jones say Tracy's done?

She's making further inquiries.

I never discovered what I'd done
when they banged me up at eight.

- Really, Mr Rumpole?
- Nobody ever explained my offence.

So there I was, condemned
to cold baths and cross-country running

and a headmaster directly descended
from Captain Bligh.

And all for the serious crime
of being eight.

- Our Tracy's eight.
- That's what they've got against her.

Only just eight.

All right, Tracy.
We're going to play with dolls.

- You like dolls.
- I haven't got no dolls here.

These aren't Barbies, but they're very
interesting. You and I will play with them.

That'll be fun, won't it?

So, look at this one.

- This is Mum.
- That's not my mum.

Oh, I know it's not your mum, Tracy.
I know that, love.

It's just mums in general.
Everyone's mum.

See? Look at her little apron.

- Is she going to do the washing up?
- No.

- Why not, Tracy?
- Mum's got a dishwasher.

Well, your mum's very lucky, isn't she?
And here's Dad.

He's got a moustache, hasn't he?
And here's Grandma.

Do you call her Grandma, Tracy?
Or do you call her Nan?

- I call her Grandma.
- She's got grey hair, hasn't she?

- Look at her spectacles.
- Not my grandma.

Oh. Well, here's Grandpa.

There.

Can you see him? Now I want you
to take any two of these dolls,

any two of them.

Any two of these dolls.

Mum.

Yes, she's lying down.
I expect she's tired.

Grandpa.

What's Grandpa doing?

- He's kissing my mum.
- Is he?

- Well, yes, I suppose he is.
- (Telephone)

Yes. Mirabelle?

I think you should
show her the picture now.

Now I want you to think
about something else, Tracy.

Is there anything worrying you, Tracy?

You know who that is, don't you?

No.

It's the Devil, isn't it?
You know about devils.

You put on a devil's mask at school,
didn't you?

I might have done.

So what do you think of the Devil, then?

- He's funny.
- Funny?

He's got a tail. The tail's funny.

When did you first hear about the Devil,
Tracy?

- I don't know.
- Oh, you must know.

Did you hear about the Devil at home?
Did your dad tell you about the Devil?

Does that picture of the Devil
remind you of anyone, Tracy?

Does it look like your dad at all?

- Morning, all!
- Ah, this is Miss Clapton.

- Hi!
- Hello.

- Diane took leave of her senses.
- Why? What's happened to Diane?

- Married, Mr Rumpole.
- Oh.

To a junior clerk. She'll live to regret it.

Welcome to Equity Court, Miss Clapton.

If you're very good,
you may get parole in about 10 years.

Soft, the fair Miss Probert.
What's that you're fondling?

- What does it look like?
- A brief!

Got it in one.

Time marches on.
My ex-pupil has begun to acquire briefs.

What is it? Non-renewed dog licence?

A bit more serious than that!
I'm for the Crockthorpe Local Authority.

Are you, indeed? I'm suitably overawed.

A little girl we took into care.
In terrible danger in the home.

Father had a criminal record. In fact,
it may be a name you're familiar with.

- Timson.
- Oh, they've taken away a Timson girl?

- Because of his criminal record?
- No. Something rather awful going on.

- Devil worship.
- Devil worship?!

The family were deeply into it. Shocking.

Really? Do you believe in the Devil?

Of course I don't, Rumpole! Don't be
ridiculous. That's hardly the point.

Oh, isn't it? It interests me.
I'm likely to be against you

in the Court of Family Proceedings.
I'm Attorney General for the Timsons.

You, Rumpole?
On the side of the Devil?

Why not?
They tell me he has all the best lines.

- Horace. You know Charlie Wisbeach?
- Never heard of him. Ah.

- Wisbeach, Perkins and Harries.
- Good God! Are they all here?

That's my dad's firm. You're Rumpole.
My father wondered if you still practise.

No, I think I can do it now.

It would be a great experience
to join you.

- To join me to what, exactly?
- Charlie's done commercial pupilage.

He wants to sharpen up his advocacy.

Where? There may be
an inch or two in the downstairs loo.

I thought we agreed
there was no more room at the inn?

- There is your room, Rumpole.
- Yes, and me in it.

We thought you just might share.
Charlie has an impressive CV.

- See what?
- Curriculum Vitae. Eton.

Eatin'? Good at that, too?
I thought it was mainly drinkin'.

- The old school. Slough Grammar.
- Ah. Of course.

We thought you'd be
out and about in court

and I'd be putting my brief
onto the floppy disk.

Dragging your room
into the 20th century!

It could do with a spot of decorating.
Lovely old spot. Claude showed me.

- When?
- When you were at Snaresbrook.

Like you, sir, your room
is part of history.

Fine views over the churchyard. Don't
you look down at Dr Johnson's tomb?

Oliver Goldsmith's, as a matter of fact.

- No, it's Johnson's.
- Goldsmith.

- Want a bet?
- Not particularly.

It wouldn't last forever.

- You must be thinking about retirement.
- Must I?

In the meantime, think of the work.

I still have work to do and I do it best
alone as a free spirit.

Wrongs are still to be righted.
Mr Justice Graves still puts the boot in,

Inspector Brush refers
to unreliable notes

and an eight-year-old Timson girl
has been banged up.

Not in Eton College like you,
Master Charlie,

but into the tender mercy
of the Crockthorpe Local Authority.

The child is suspected of devil worship.
Can you believe it?

An offence I thought went out
with the Inquisition!

- Is that your case, Rumpole?
- Oh, yes, and I have a worthy opponent.

None other than Ms Liz Probert,
with the full might of the local authority.

So, while there are still
such challenges to be contested,

let me tell you, Claude,
and you too, Charlie whatsit,

Rumpole shall never sheath the sword.

Never!

Oh, I'm sorry.

Funny old buffer!

And in this file we keep...

- Henry, where's Mr Ballard?
- I'm showing Miss Clapton the ropes.

- What ropes?
- The ropes of chambers.

You weren't here earlier
or you'd know Miss Clapton is joining us,

Diane having gone to get married.
Well, you can't tell some people.

Miss Clapton! Welcome, Miss Clapton.
I hope you'll be very happy here.

Any problems, you know
who to come to.

She'll come to me.
Head of Department.

Of course. But any special problems.
What shall I call you?

Call me early!

- As it so happens, my name's Dot.
- Dot! What a beautiful name. Dot.

Now over here we have
the appointments diary...

Did Mr Rumpole have a conference
with the parents of this child?

- Yes, sir. Why?
- In his rooms? In this very chambers?

In Mr Rumpole's room, yes.
Where else?

Of course he did. Where else?
And where did you say Mr Ballard was?

I didn't, sir. But he's at
his Lawyers As Christians group.

- In the Temple Church.
- In church? How very appropriate.

And the Lord said unto Satan,
"Whence comest thou?"

And Satan answered, "From walking
up and down in the world."

Sounds commonplace, doesn't it?
Like an ordinary person.

But then we think of evil as a person,
as a he. Or a she.

Not an it.

"From walking up and down."

Satan can be just another face
in the crowd.

We must always be on our guard
against him

for the fallen angel is the great enemy.

We will now sing Hymn 181.

- I say, Ballard...
- Have you joined us?

Yes. Subscription's in the post.
You need all our support.

I have to tell you about Rumpole.

Please, this is no place to be discussing
such matters as Rumpole.

... mysterious way
His wonders to perform...

Devil worshippers!

... footsteps on the sea...

Rumpole's in with devil worshippers.

... from the storm.
What did you say?

Rumpole in his disgraceful way

Has taken on the case

About some devil worshippers

He's had them in your place.

In your chambers, I mean.

(Phone tinkles)

Hello? Hello, it's Horace.
Horace Rumpole.

- You told me to ring early.
- (Female) I was thinking about you.

Could you manage lunchtime?
I think I can get away. The usual place?

- Yes, of course.
- Ah, splendid. Bye!

The Devil?!
Tracy don't know about the Devil!

It's not as if we went to church.

Are you sure you've never meddled
in this? Satan? The spirit of evil?

- The Timsons know nothing of this?
- Of course not. Nothin' at all.

What did you think the Bill were after?

I thought they'd come about that shop.
They've had me in time and time again.

- And that wasn't you?
- No. Would I lie to you?

It has been known, but I'll believe you.
Do you know who did it?

Yeah. Mr Rumpole, I won't grass.
I won't do it.

I was accused of grassing on
Gareth Molloy when he was sent down.

You're deadly enemies.
How would you know?

They thought I knew something
cos my mate was driving for them.

- They thought I'd grassed. Would I?
- No, I don't suppose you would.

So you thought the Bill had come
about some ordinary, legitimate crime?

She's a good girl, Mr Rumpole.

Then where the devil did these ideas
come from? Oh, sorry.

There they are. The devil worshippers.

They've just come out
of Rumpole's room.

Rumpole? You have had them in here.

Had who in here, Ballard?

Those who owe allegiance
to the Evil One.

Mr Justice Graves' fan club?
No, they haven't been here.

- You know who I mean!
- Oh, yes, they were all here!

Mephistopheles! Beelzebub! Bilial!

"High on a throne of royal state,

"which far outshone the wealth
of Ormus and of Ind,

"or where the gorgeous East
with richest hand show'rs on her kings

"barbaric pearl and gold,
Satan exalted sat!

"By merit rais'd to that bad eminence

"and from despair,
thus high uplifted without hope..."

Oh, grow up, Ballard!
I'm representing an eight-year-old child

snatched from the bosom of a family
and she doesn't even know the charges.

You see before you
Rumpole, the protector of the innocent.

- Of devil worshippers!
- Those, too, if necessary.

- Rumpole...
- Yes?

A decent chambers has to draw the line.

Does it?

There are certain clients
which are simply, well, unacceptable.

- Oh, I do agree!
- Do you?

Oh, yes, yes.
Defending a dubious bank

as in the Golden Handcuffs share case.
That should be quite unacceptable.

Em, Rumpole, young Charlie Wisbeach
wants to come into these chambers.

We have no room for him
at the moment.

Ah, poor Charlie. Has he thought of a
cardboard box in Middle Temple Lane?

Rumpole, this is neither the time
nor the place for your jokes.

You are here on a tenancy
and tenancies can be brought to an end.

Rumpole...

There is something in this room
that makes me feel uneasy.

Yes, I know,
but perhaps you'll be going.

I've given you fair warning.
I expect you to think about it.

Ballard, why don't you look up exorcism
in the Yellow Pages?

There's an unfrocked bishop
who will give you a very good price.

Return to Knightsbridge, please.

- One sixty, please.
- There we are. Ta.

(Guard) Mind the doors!

- Oh, hello! Come in, Horace.
- Thank you, my dear.

(Gentle piano music)

You just caught sight of him,
did you, Hilda?

Knightsbridge Station. Rumpole's
got no business there at lunchtime.

Unless he was up to no good,
which of course he was, the devil.

Well... what are you going to do?

I'm going to think about it.

Good Heavens, if I hadn't been on my
way here, I'd have never spotted him.

Are you going to face him with it?

Of course I am.

Not just yet, perhaps. Not quite yet.

I shall choose my moment, carefully.

When will it be, Hilda?

It will be exactly when it suits me.

Which will be... when?

When he least expects it.

One, two, quick, quick, slow.

Slow, now back on the left foot.

Slow, quick, quick, slow.

Slow, quick, quick, slow.

Slow, chass�, chass�, chass�.

And now back, left.

Right, quick, quick...

(Mirabelle)
"A devil's mask, Dominic?

"He wanted you to play at devils,
this man did?

"He said he was the Devil.

(Mirabelle) "He was the Devil.

"And what were you supposed to be?

- "Perhaps the Devil's children?"
- I object.

- Mr Rumpole?
- I object. That was a leading question.

The concept of Devil's children
was being suggested to the witness.

That evidence is entirely inadmissible.
As your clerk will, no doubt, tell you.

(lf he knows his business.)

Mr Rumpole, Miss Jones is
an extremely experienced social worker.

She puts questions
in the proper manner.

I was merely venturing to point out,
madam,

that, on this occasion, Miss Jones
put the question in an improper manner.

My bench will see the film to the end,
Mr Rumpole. You can make points later.

(Her master's voice.)

My point, madam, is that
you should not be seeing this film at all.

We're going to continue with it now.

"Was that the game you had to play?

"Dance around.

"Dance around?

"I want you to tell me, Dominic.
When did you meet this man?

"At Tracy Timson's house?
Is that where you met him?"

It's a leading question!

"Do you know who he was, Dominic?

"Who was he, Dominic?
You've been such a help to me so far.

"Can you tell me who he was?

"Tracy's dad."

Oh, madam, you are not going to
allow this as evidence, surely?

What a child said to a social worker,
a child not called as a witness,

and we cannot cross-examine, is nothing
but hearsay. Absolutely worthless.

- Madam Chair?
- Yes, Miss Probert?

- Mr Rumpole is used to the Old Bailey.
- And the rules of evidence.

This court is not bound
by such strict rules.

When the welfare of a child
is concerned,

you are not tied down to a lot
of legal quibbles about hearsay.

- Legal quibbles?!
- You're free, assisted by Miss Jones,

to get to the truth of the matter.

My Learned Friend was my pupil.

I spent months, a year of my life,

giving her a knowledge of the law.

Mr Rumpole, my bench would like
to get on with the evidence.

Speeches will come later.

Oh, they will, madam.
They most certainly will.

Let me give you a tip, Rumpole.

- What?!
- I'd keep off the law if I were you.

They don't like it here.

Miss Jones, we are grateful for
your thoroughness on this difficult case.

(Mirabelle) Thank you,
Madam Chairman.

We have seen the interview you carried
out with Tracy on the video film.

Was there anything about that interview
that you thought especially significant?

It was when I showed her
the picture of the Devil.

She wasn't frightened at all.
In fact, she smiled. I thought...

Is there any point in me telling you

that what this witness thought
is not evidence?

Please carry on, if you'd be so kind.

I thought it was because it reminded her
of someone she knew well, like her dad.

Someone like her dad. Yes.

- Have you any questions, Mr Rumpole?
- Oh, yes, madam.

Miss Mirabelle Jones, you are, I take it,
against cruelty to children?

- Of course. That goes without saying.
- Oh, does it?

Can you think of a more cruel act
for a child than to come at night

and snatch it away without even
a Barbara doll as consolation?

- Barbie doll, Mr Rumpole.
- What?

I think your client said, "Barbie doll".

- W-Well, yes. That or a single toy?
- We don't want them disturbed by...

- By thoughts of home?
- Yes.

You wanted Tracy to concentrate
on your dotty idea of devil worship?

It wasn't a dotty idea, Mr Rumpole!
I had to act quickly.

Tracy had to be removed from evil.

Ah, evil. Now then...
What do you mean by that exactly?

You ought to know, Mr Rumpole.
You get plenty down at the Old Bailey.

Oh, well played, Ms Probert.

No doubt about it,
your pupiling days are over.

Let us come down for a moment
from the world of gossip and hearsay

to what we call down the Old Bailey
hard facts.

You know that Cary Timson
is a small-time thief and a minor villain?

I have submitted in evidence
the list of his criminal convictions, yes.

Is it the sort of record, Mr Rumpole,
you might expect a good father to have?

He is a humble member
of the Clan Timson,

a vast family of South London villains.

Remind us, if you would, of the name
of that imaginative little boy

that you interviewed on television.

Dominic Molloy.

Molloy, yes.
And as we have heard so often,

- you are an experienced social worker.
- I think so.

With a vast knowledge of social life
in this part of South London.

I get to know a good deal,
of course I do.

So it's no surprise to you when I suggest

that the Molloys are a family of villains
of a rather more dangerous nature?

I didn't know that, Mr Rumpole,
but if you say so...

Oh, I do say so. And did you meet
Dominic's mother, Mrs Peggy Molloy?

Yes, I had a good old chat with Mum
over a cuppa.

And over a cuppa did Mum Molloy
tell you that Gareth, Dominic's father,

is in Wandsworth Prison as a result
of a supermarket robbery with violence?

Mr Rumpole, my bench is wondering
if this is entirely relevant.

If your bench listens very carefully,
it may well find out, sir.

- Did you know that?
- I didn't know he was in prison, no.

And did you know
that Dominic's father suspects

Tracy's dad here, as you would call him,
of being the informer who put him there?

No, I didn't, Mr Rumpole.

Miss Jones, are you telling this bench
that as an experienced social worker

you did not trouble to find out the deep
hatred between Timsons and Molloys?

A hatred which goes back
over generations of villainy

to the dark days when Crockthorpe
was a village

and villains swung outside Newgate?

I have nothing about that in my file.

Nothing in your file.

And has your file considered that
young Dominic might be encouraged

to put an innocent young girl
from a rival family in the frame?

- It seems rather far-fetched to me.
- Far-fetched, Miss Jones?

You who believe in devil worship?

It's all very well to accuse the deeply
caring Miss Jones of guessing,

but we have to tell the old darlings on the
bench where those masks came from.

Ah!

- Our client, Cary Timson...
- Dad.

- He denies all knowledge.
- Well, he would.

The honour of the Timsons.
...Just a minute!

What's the name of this street?
It isn't, by any chance...

All right, who did rob
Wedge's Carnival Novelty Shop?

- Mr Rumpole, I can't...
- You can't grass.

The code of the Timsons. Well,
there's something far more important.

Let's see that wallet of yours again.
That photograph you showed me.

Yes, that's the one.
Take a good look at it.

Is she less important
than honour among thieves?

Bloody joke shop! I told you
it was daft robbing a joke shop.

There was always money left in the till.
Our info told us that.

- Security was hopeless.
- Why did you leave the stuff at my place?

Well, Fred's was under surveillance.

So was mine.
Seeing as you were in Marbella...

- Thanks very much(!)
- He knew where you kept your key.

- Lucky the Old Bill never thought of it!
- I meant to go back for it.

Seeing as it's so trivial,
it slipped my mind, to be honest.

- It was no trivial matter for our Tracy!
- No.

I know that, Roz. Sorry about that.

- We're not saying to put your hand up.
- Yes, we are!

You've got to, for our Tracy!

- Hang about a bit! Who says?
- Mr Rumpole!

- Hello!
- Ah, Rumpole, old man.

- Glass of Bolly?
- Oh, why? Er, why not?

Ballard asked me in. There may be
a vacancy in your chambers.

Where Ballard is, there is always
a vacancy. What do you mean, exactly?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Haven't you had a falling out?

I was not aware
that we'd ever fallen in.

- You don't see eye-to-eye.
- Oh, really? What about, exactly?

Some case you were doing about devils.
I wasn't exactly clear.

He said you'd be off to pastures new.

It'll be a bit of a wrench leaving that room
looking down on the Temple Church.

- And Oliver Goldsmith's tomb.
- Really?

Oh, you... you mean Sam Johnson's.

- You told me it was Oliver Goldsmith.
- No, I told you Dr Johnson.

- Goldsmith!
- I've got �10 that says it's Johnson.

I'll give you odds. 3/1 against, Johnson.

OIly Goldsmith, evens.
20/1 the field.

Done! Why don't we check on it now?

30 quid? I'll take a taxi home!

10 quid down and you'll walk! Come on,
Arabella. Bring the bottle, old girl.

Oh, gosh! What a hoot!

I'll catch you up.
I just want to make a phone call.

(Telephone rings)

- Hello?
- Ballard, I'm glad I caught you.

I saw the chambers lights on.
You said you'd be working late.

Why don't you go into my room,
take a look at the Temple churchyard.

Well, I think something appalling
might be going on.

No, nothing to do with me,
but I thought you ought to know.

(Drunken laughter)

I beg your pardon?

(Arabella) Where is it? Here...

Move over.

(Both) "Here lies...

- "Oliver Goldsmith"!
- Charlie!

Cheers!

I was after the money, really.

Well, I suppose I got a bit greedy.

So I shoved a few of those boxes
in the back of the vehicle.

I didn't want them at my place,
so I shoved them into Cary's garage.

Why did you do that?

Young Cary didn't have anything to do
with the Wedge's job,

so I thought they'd be safe enough there.

Of course, I was under considerable
pressure of work at that time

and it slipped my mind to tell them.

- Did you see what's inside the boxes?
- Oh, yes, yes.

I had a look inside. It just seemed to be
a lot of carnival masks, that old rubbish.

Tracy getting the devil masks
was just the usual cock-up?

What did you say, Mr Rumpole?

Ah, oh...

Just the usual stock up for Christmas,
Madam... Chairperson.

One more thing, Mr Dennis Timson.

Do you know why young Dominic
accused Tracy and her father

of fiendish rituals?

Yeah, of course I do.
Peggy Molloy told Barry Pilgrim's wife

and she told my Doreen
down at the Needle Arms.

- We can't possibly have this evidence!
- Oh, really? Why ever not?

What Barry's wife told Mrs Timson
is pure hearsay!

Of course it is! And it is permitted
in the Court of Family Proceedings.

Where the interest of the child is at
stake, we are not bound by legal quibbles.

What exactly did you hear?

Well, Gareth thought that Cary grassed
him up for the supermarket job.

So they got young Dominic to put
the frame around Tracy and her dad.

So what you are telling us, Mr Timson,

is that this little boy's evidence
was pure invention?

You can't trust the Molloys, can you,
m'lady? Everybody knows that.

They're a right family of villains.

Look, she's got her best dress on
just for you.

There's a big surprise waiting for you
at home. Jump in.

Hilda! Hilda!
I have good news, Hilda!

- Ho-ho! Excellent news!
- You seem very full of yourself.

"Surprised by joy - impatient as the
Wind, I turned to share the transport.

- "Oh! With whom but Thee!"
- Been having a good time, Rumpole?

A great time, Hilda!

I managed to extricate
young Tracy Timson from the clutches

of the caring society. She is now back,
safe in the bosom of her family.

I'll be getting another brief -

defending Dennis Timson on a charge
of stealing from Wedge's novelty shop.

- I expect I'll think of something.
- Rumpole...

Don't you think it's time
we talked for once?

Is there something that you feel
you ought to tell me?

Well, yes, Hilda, in fact there is.

And you've had time to think up
some ridiculous defence.

No, I plead guilty.
No mitigating circumstances.

- Oh, Rumpole, how could you?
- Well, temporary madness, I suppose.

But I did it and it cost a fortune.

You had to pay?

- You don't get it for nothing.
- I imagine not.

100 smackers it cost.
To celebrate your birthday.

Two tickets for the Scales
of Justice Ball, Hilda.

Happy birthday.

Now what was it
you wanted us to talk about?

Oh, perhaps some other time, Rumpole.

(Light dance music)

- Too bad Guthrie's sitting in Newcastle.
- He's so sorry to miss all the fun.

Philly's away in Swansea.
The leisure centre murder.

Never mind, Claude. I'll dance with you.

Yes, Erskine-Brown.
You may shake a foot with my wife.

Well, thank you very much.

I thought Charlie Wisbeach
and his girlfriend were joining us.

No, he will not be joining us -
or in chambers.

I thought it was more or less fixed.

No, Claude. More or less unstuck.

- Have you faced him with it yet?
- I'm waiting for the right moment.

- It seems a long time coming.
- He told me we were coming here.

- He behaved well for once.
- They do, occasionally. Don't be put off.

May I ask you why
Charlie Wisbeach isn't joining us?

Not on this otherwise happy occasion,
Erskine-Brown. I can only say... practices.

Of course he practises.
Do you know about this, Rumpole?

Who, me? Know anything?
Nothing at all.

We simply have no accommodation
for him. He is not a suitable candidate.

- Well...
- Never refer to the matter again.

Now, as head of chambers, I shall lead
my wife out onto the dance floor.

No, Ballard, with all due respect, as the
oldest serving chamber member's wife,

She Who... is Mrs Rumpole
should be led out first.

Oh, would you like to?

Would you care to dance, Hilda?

Rumpole...
Are you sure you can manage?

I'm perfectly confident, thank you.

- Rumpole, your chass�!
- I do that quite a lot these days.

- Wherever did you learn?
- Well, to be perfectly honest...

If you're capable of that.

The former Southern Counties ballroom
champion. In the Yellow Pages.

Took a few lessons.
A Miss Isadora Fern.

In Mowbray Crescent?

Hilda, you knew!

Don't think you can ever do anything
that I don't know about, Rumpole.

- Ah, Ballard.
- You're really quite nippy on your feet.

Marguerite Ballard is looking
absolutely green with envy.

You are an old devil, Rumpole.

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