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- (theme music playing) - Gary, what the hell did you do?

(gasps, whimpers, pants)

(Mrs May) So, you've just been made homeless,

and you want to place your daughter in emergency care?

- Come here. (kisses) - (Kelly) Don't go, Mummy,

please don't go!

(Joan) I love my daughter so much.

I fully intend on getting a job

and a place of my own to support us.

I just need a chance.

- If I did have something to sell... - (Boisie) What?

Some stones, loose.

How'd you get 'em out?

(Joan) Grabbed 'em from the safe, nicked 'em, walked.

So, can you sell 'em for me?

(Boisie) It might take a few weeks.

- Right, I need cash now. - Would you do a bit more work then?

(Joan) So what am I nicking?

(Boisie) Clothes. Designer gear, luggage.

(Joan) But I wanna nick jewels,

not shoplift with a dodgy chequebook.

(Boisie) All in good time.

(Joan) I'm only doing this one job.

Once you nick the gear, we're gonna Spain tomorrow.

Spain? (laughs)

(Boisie) We need to courier some jewellery.

My mate, Albie, sells it out in Spain

where the pigs aren't looking for it.

We take it over, he pays us on delivery.

(Joan) So you want me to take it on the plane

and bear all the risk?

So we'll swing by his club.

You need to act dumb around his missus.

Business and pleasure all in one cute little package.

(Boisie) Yeah, no, I reckon we'll make a good team.

I found out your ex did a job for me back in the day.

- You've spoken to Gary? - Says you was a right nightmare.

(chuckles) Ran off with his kid.

(Joan) Gary's a bloody liar!

When am I coming home?

- (rain pattering) - It won't be long now, I promise.

Our only concern is for Kelly's welfare.

I'm afraid we think that she's better off where she is.

(Joan) I need money.

I mean, "money" money.

- Know what I mean? - Yeah, I reckon I do.

(theme music intensifies)

(theme music concludes)

MUSIC: "The Lovecats" by The Cure.

Eggs are up.

(indistinct chatter)

- (waitress) Today's special! - (Joan) Thank you.

♪ We move like cagey tigers... ♪

So, what's the setup?

It's perfect. The house is miles from anywhere.

Crap security. No window locks.

We'll wait 'til it gets dark and break in.

- I was half upstairs. - It's definitely a real Stubbs?

(Boisie) Classic, worth thousands.

Enough to buy me and Kelly a new home with a garden?

Oh, a mansion with a butler thrown in.

So, what about the owner?

Woman, lives on her own.

Drinks a lot, according to Hugo.

Your man at the auction house?

- (Boisie) Yeah. - When did he value it?

This morning. She was already half-cut.

Why?

- Hard life when you're filthy rich. - No, no, I mean, why get it valued?

I don't know, probably insurance.

Or she's planning to sell it.

Your point?

(Joan) Well, I mean, if she's already got a legit buyer

they'll come looking for it when it goes.

It's much harder for us to sell on.

Oh, we'd have to hold onto it for a while anyway.

I don't wanna hold onto it for a while, I need cash now.

To set myself up for Kelly.

I will go back to London now, get Jim Cho to knock up a sham.

Come back, I'll find a way in by day,

let you in at night.

We swap the pictures.

No one will know it's gone. Can sell it on straight away.

(dramatic music playing)

(Joan grunts)

(thunder rumbling)

(birds chirping)

(Joan, in Scottish accent) I was out walking.

I was... I was out...

I was out walking. I was out walking.

(rain pattering)

(doorbell ringing)

- (dog barking) - (Henrietta) It's all right.

Get down! Who is it?

- (dog continues barking) - Sorry to disturb.

Er, I need help.

(Henrietta) I don't open the door for strangers.

(stammers) I've twisted my ankle.

I was out walking.

If... if I could just use your telephone and call a friend?

It's getting dark.

- (door lock clicking) - (door creaks)

I don't know what I was thinking setting off alone,

and then I turned my ankle on a stile and...

- (dog barking) - Get back!

Oh, and you're obviously a long way from home.

- I just... I need a pick-me-up. - But I could open some brandy.

- (glass clinking) - (cryptic music builds)

Of course, if I could afford to heat this bastard place,

I wouldn't need it. (exhales)

- (drink pouring) - It's a beautiful house.

(Henrietta) It was, before my husband walked out.

Left me with all the bills. Fuck face!

Sounds familiar.

Can't believe anyone would abandon

- a little poppet like you. - (chuckles)

You'd be surprised.

Another woman?

(inhales sharply) Packed a bag, and said he was going on the run.

- Classic. - I know. Fuck face!

- (Henrietta chuckles) - (dog barking)

- Shush. - (dog continues barking)

(Henrietta) Shush!

- You'll get your sausage! - (tray clattering)

(Henrietta) He'll be back soon enough.

(dog whimpering)

Tail between his legs with a peace offering...

- a bottle o' gin or something. - (dog barking, munching)

- But don't let him back in. - I won't. I won't.

(Henrietta) That's always been my problem.

Oh, well, you've got a kind heart.

You'll stay the night.

Oh, thank you! It's very kind.

Mm.

(glass thudding)

- (suspenseful music builds) - (staircase creaking)

Oh... your daughter?

Married a Kiwi last year.

Buggered off to the other side of the world.

I'll see you for breakfast.

My friend needs to come early, so I'll just slip out.

Everyone leaves me in the end. (scoffs)

Well, thank you for having me.

- Good night! - Night!

- (door creaks, closes) - (music concludes)

- (exhales) - (clock ticking rapidly)

- (pensive music playing) - (lamp button clicking)

(door opens, creaks)

(staircase creaking)

(dramatic music builds)

- (dog growling) - (Joan) Shh, good boy.

- (pants) - (door lock clicking)

(dog continues growling)

(door creaks)

(Boisie, in hushed voice) Boo!

- (both smooch) - (dog barking)

- (Joan) Shh! - (dog whining)

(Joan, in hushed voice) Here, give him a sausage.

- Why me? - You're the stranger.

(dog munches)

We're fine for now, I put that Valium in the night cap.

- Okay. - Where's the sham?

It's in the van, let's get the real deal out first.

(door closes)

(Boisie) Oh, what a beauty, 1760, 1765.

- (Joan) Come on then. - (Boisie) Look at the detail.

- (Joan gasps) - (Boisie) Stop, stop, stop, stop,

- stop, stop... - (Joan) It's fine, it's fine.

(Boisie) Careful, don't touch the oil.

- (Joan pants) - (door lock clicking)

- (dog barking) - (Joan gasps)

(door creaks, closes)

- (Boisie) Shit. - (Taylor-Brown) Henrietta?

Hen?

Forgive me. Hen?

- (Boisie) Scream. - (Joan screaming)

- (Boisie) Outta my way! - (dog barking)

(glass shatters)

(Taylor-Brown) Put it down. Now!

(painting thudding)

(Taylor-Brown) Who are you, friend of Hen's?

Go in the kitchen, call the police.

- (Boisie) Out of my fucking way. - (gun cocks)

- (music builds) - (dog continues barking)

(Boisie) Move.

- Move or I'll blow your brains out! - (dog barking)

(glass shattering)

(Joan thuds and grunts)

- (dog barking) - (Taylor-Brown) Oh!

- (glass shattering) - (Taylor-Brown groans)

(Boisie) Don't fuck with me.

- (pants) - Fuck's sake, get in!

(car engine sputters, revs)

(Joan) You brought a gun!

It's all right, I wasn't gonna use it.

Do you think he'll call the police?

Yeah, of course.

Just drive.

- (music concludes) - (Boisie) You're overthinking it.

He was drunk, he saw you for a second.

But I spent all evening with her.

You were in disguise, and she doesn't know your name.

She's got no means of tracing you.

- Well, she'd get me in a lineup. - (Boisie) A lineup.

It's all right for you, you had a balaclava on.

Yeah, to make you the victim, protect you.

Protect me? You pulled out a gun!

You turned it into an aggravated assault!

- I wasn't gonna use it! - I don't care!

(Boisie) What was I supposed to do, Joanie?

Follow me upstairs, run out the back, like I did.

- Without this? - (Joan) Yeah, without the painting!

It's not like we can sell it now!

(Boisie) I'm taking it to the warehouse.

Order a Chinese.

- (cash rustles) - I'll be back in an hour.

But I wanna come with you.

- Let me come with you. - (Boisie) Sorry, Joanie.

So, I graft for you all day,

put my neck on the line, and you don't fucking care!

- (pensive music playing) - (Joan) You can't just shut me out!

- (door thuds) - (Joan) Fuck you!

(breathes sharply)

(music builds)

(thunder rumbling)

(Joan grunts)

- (music concludes) - (indistinct chatter)

(King) What can I do you for?

- (door closes) - Selling stones.

- Loose? - Mm-hmm.

Who sent ya?

- No one. - Well, who are you?

- Joan. - Joan who?

- You interested or not? - (mumbles indistinctly)

(newspaper thudding)

Where'd you get them from, Joan?

Does it matter?

(King) Well, it should to you, darling.

You've been royally done.

Cut glass.

See it from here.

(sighs) No. Serious?

(King) Mm-hmm.

- What you doing? - Might as well chuck 'em, then.

No, no, no. Look, lemme take a another look.

I might be able to give you a few quid.

It's all right, I think they're worth more than that.

You never told me where you got 'em from.

I'm not going to.

Mm... (inhales) ...then I better keep hold of 'em.

- (lid clattering) - Call my mate down the cop shop.

(epic music playing)

They're only worth something if you know how to sell 'em.

Stupid cow.

(music concludes)

- (indistinct chatter) - (cutlery clinking)

(drink pouring)

(chuckles softly)

- (gentle piano playing) - Enjoy.

Thank you.

Same again without the veg.

- Would you let me buy this? - No, I wouldn't.

She never accepts drinks off strange men.

Of all the gin joints.

How did you find me?

I never buy what I can steal.

- This came from Social Services. - (paper rustling)

(breathes sharply) They want to visit.

Check out the suitability of my new living arrangements.

(Boisie) So, come back.

(sighs)

You've gotta let me in Boisie.

Men have been pushing me around my whole life,

keeping things from me.

I won't have it anymore.

(stones clattering)

Show you mine, if you show me yours.

(suspenseful music builds)

I'm not a grass.

Never have been.

(car keys jingling)

Key's in the glove box.

- (glove compartment unlatches) - (keys jingling)

(garage door clanks)

(heels clacking)

(light buttons clicking)

(music concludes)

(Boisie) George the IV, it's mahogany.

Here you are, look at the craftsmanship here.

- How beautiful! - Mm.

(gasps)

(in hushed voice) Wow.

Never seen you so happy.

I had nothing as a kid.

Me neither.

- Not a bean. (exhales) - Yeah, not just...

stuff. I mean...

my family...

my mom...

(Joan) I get it.

My dad beat me...

a lot.

What did she do?

(smacks lips) Erm...

she chose her fella over me.

Gave me away when I was a kid.

(gentle piano plays)

Then one day, she said I could come back.

- That's good. - Yeah.

So, they could claim family allowance.

Five shillings a week.

Twenty-five pence.

- (box thudding) - At least, I knew what I was worth.

They'll be safe here.

(stone clatters)

Choose something.

(chuckles)

(chuckles softly)

(mellow music playing)

(both kiss)

(kissing noises continue)

- (music concludes) - (phone line ringing)

(receptionist over call) Southernwell Social Services,

- good morning! - Hello, it's Joan O'Connell again!

I... I'm still waiting for a visit from the social worker.

Any idea when they're coming?

(receptionist) I'll have to check where you are on the list

and get someone to call you back.

But I've got my flat all ready. (chuckles softly)

(receptionist) Yes, I appreciate that.

Just, I'm desperate to get my little girl back.

(receptionist) I'm sorry, but we are really busy

at the moment.

Okay.

- Thank you. - (vacuum whirring)

(advertiser 1 over TV) To get your motor running smoothly,

choose Beckham's Hypergrade, the finest engine oil in the world.

- (inhales sharply) - (gentle music playing)

(advertiser 2 over TV) When words are not enough...

fall in love with diamonds.

(advertiser 3 over TV) Sapphire Goldsmiths, London.

(suspenseful music builds)

(indistinct chatter)

Thanks.

(door closes)

- Can I help you, madam? - Er, yeah, coffee?

- Certainly, madam. - (Joan) Thank you.

- (Amy) Show me the emperor again. - Of course, madam.

Er, we can always adjust it.

(Amy) I'm in London again next week.

- I can try it on, then. - (Mr Galbraith) Absolutely.

- (Amy) If you send the car? - (Mr Galbraith) To The Dorsington?

(Amy) Yes, and I need the spec. The carats, the cut, the mount.

My husband likes to know what he's spending his money on.

(Mr Galbraith chuckling) Of course, I'll write it all down.

(music concludes)

I've been thinking, Boisie.

Uh-oh.

If we can't sell the painting now...

I still need some money.

Oh, thanks.

Well, I'll sell something from the warehouse

- to get you some cash. - (lighter clicks)

Mm-mm. (inhales sharply) No, I wanna earn my own money.

(lighter thudding)

(exhales sharply) So, you could buy Kelly a horse?

- Sorry, two horses. - I don't want her to ever wish

- she was back at the Ashbury's. - (Boisie) She won't.

I've seen a ring I wanna nick.

(inhales sharply) Worth 250 grand.

(scoffs)

They won't even get the ring out the cabinet

if they don't know you.

Unless I convince 'em I'm a somebody,

an American, loaded.

Dress up proper fancy,

drop in that I'm staying at a posh hotel.

You know, string 'em along. (inhales)

Tell 'em I need a spec made up for my lover.

- (Boisie) All right. - Take the spec up

to Hatton Garden, get a sham made up.

So, then, when I return to actually buy the ring,

I swap it, walk out, sell it on.

Well, you don't need me at all.

I do.

Need a sugar daddy to come with me, help me sell my character.

Come with you?

What? Like, your assistant.

I can't leave the shop. Nah, sorry, Joan.

You'll forego 80 grand,

because you won't close up for half a day?

- (puffs) - (Joan scoffs)

- Do you even want me to succeed? - (exhales sharply)

- As a thief, or as a mother? - (dramatic music playing)

(doorbell ringing)

Boisie? Can you get it?

Might be the social!

(Boisie chatting, chuckling indistinctly)

- Oh. - Hello, Joan. (sighs)

It's you.

Nice to see you too.

- (Boisie chuckling) - (music concludes)

What are you doing here?

Well, Val was getting sun spots, and the rest.

(cup clattering)

(smacks lips, inhales) So, you're back for good? (exhales)

- Joan... - (Albie) No, it's fair.

Let her quiz me...

if we're about to work together.

What do you mean? What's he said?

(slurps)

- (cup clattering) - Can you act?

(inhales sharply, grunts)

(smacks lips) With you on my arm, anything's possible.

- Right. - Look, I'm happy to get involved.

(clears throat)

Why don't you just do it on your own?

I need help selling on,

the fence won't work with someone new.

It's all planned out. I've got the spec.

- I know what I'm doing, Albie. - (suspenseful music playing)

(sighs)

(scoffs) Well, I don't doubt that for a minute.

Need a word with King, darling.

- (Kath) King. - (King) What?

(Kath) There's a bloke here to see ya.

Once you've made the introduction,

- I'll do the talking. - Er, no.

King's the kinda geezer who'd rather talk with a man.

- Hello, mate. - Hiya.

Didn't know you was knocking round again.

Only so long you can lie on the beach,

- know what I mean? - (chuckles) Yes.

You should've told me you was working for Albie.

- I'm not, he's working for me. - Ah-ha, working together, mate.

Er, we need a piece made up.

Not selling stones anymore, aye?

Sold 'em. You missed out.

What kinda piece?

It's my job, I've got the spec.

(paper rustling)

You need to get your trousers back mate.

(chuckles)

- (whistles) - (lighter clicking)

- Where'd you get this from? - From the jewellers.

I want an 18 carat, four claw mount

with a fake setting.

- Made of? - Cubic zirconia.

It's got to match this exactly.

(scoffs)

It's a lotta work.

- It'll cost ya. - You're gonna do it for free.

- You mad cow. - Hey, Joan, no, that's not...

In return, you'll get the real deal

when I bring it back the next day, okay?

Retail's 250 grand, I want 80 in cash, unmarked notes.

(exhales)

Seventy-five.

Eighty, and I want the sham ready for Thursday.

Oh. (mumbles)

(whistles) Forget it.

(exhales) Not the only bent jeweller

in Hatton Garden.

(stammers) Oh, all right, you're on.

You're on.

I'll do it.

(Boisie) How'd it go?

Is he shaping up as a good sugar daddy?

(clicks tongue) He's not exactly Sydney Poitier.

- Oh, thanks! - Maybe Eddie Murphy, on a good day.

(both chuckle)

- (lighter clicking) - So, what's the setup?

(Joan inhales) Er,

pick up the sham from King on Thursday.

Go home, get changed, take the tube to Heathrow.

Pick up a black cab.

Check in at the St James Park Hotel

- as Mrs Stephanie Sutherland. - Welcome.

- I have cases. - (porter) No problem, madam.

Thank you.

Stay the night, get prepared for the big day,

get into character.

(door knocks)

Just wanted to say good luck.

- (clicks tongue) Go. - Why?

Because I'm jet lagged, having a quiet night in

before I meet up with my sugar daddy in the morning.

(Boisie) You love all this, don't you?

Dressing up...

- pretending. - Job satisfaction isn't a crime.

But the rest of it is.

(both smooch)

(Joan) Just go.

(Boisie exhales)

So, I hope he's not staying.

Don't be ridiculous, you know the story.

I'm meeting him in the shop.

(Boisie) All right.

- (Joan) Bye. - (Boisie) Bye.

(music builds)

(smacks lips)

(telephone ringing)

- (clears throat) - (telephone continues ringing)

Hello?

Yes, I'll be straight down.

Yeah, checking out this afternoon. Thank you!

- Bye. - (receiver clicking)

- Oh, for fuck's sake. - (ring clangs)

Where the fuck did that go?

(indistinct chatter)

(receptionist) Good morning, Mrs Sutherland.

(Mark) Mrs Sutherland.

(Joan, in American accent) Thank you.

- (car revs) - (lighter clicks)

Hello, Mrs Sutherland.

- (door closes) - (Mr Green) Mrs Sutherland,

how lovely to see you again.

I trust the car arrived okay?

- Thank you. - And how was your fight?

(inhales sharply) I think I picked up a cold.

(snuffles, smacks lips) You know,

I can't get that cute, little ring out of my mind.

- It's an exceptional piece. - (suspenseful music playing)

I... I told my, er, my friend all about it.

Are we to expect him?

(smacks lips) Well, I thought that he'd be here already.

- Maybe I could try it on again? - Of course.

- Thank you. - (keys jingling)

(Joan sighs) Thank you.

It goes beautifully with your eyes.

(chuckles softly)

(door opens)

(Albie, in American accent) Hello, sweetie.

(both chuckle, smooch)

Ah, I've been thinking 'bout you all night.

- (laughs) - (chuckles)

(Joan) What do you think?

- Oh, it is stunning. - Isn't it?

And you really, really want it?

- More than anything, please. - (moans)

- Put some sugar. - (kisses)

It's a very special piece, sir. Totally unique, in fact.

'Course, I saw the spec.

(Mr Green) And the price is very...

Da, da, daa... Not in front of a... Huh?

- Hmm. - (chuckles)

Let's talk.

So...

(groans, sniffles)

(snuffles, groans)

(snuffles)

It's not too much, is it?

Oh, for you, my love, it's a bargain.

- (chuckles) - (sighs)

- (James) Stephanie? - (smooches, gasps)

Oh, honey, you said we'd meet at the restaurant.

- You didn't need to come here. - (Albie stammers, chuckles)

Steph and I just bumped into each other.

We were friends in college.

- Hi. I'm sorry. James Sutherland. - (Albie sighs)

He's always been the jealous type. (chuckles)

(chuckles) Good to meet you, James.

Well, let's go and get some lunch, hmm?

Next time.

Thank you.

You could surprise her with it.

(smacks lips) No, I don't think so.

(inhales sharply) My apologies.

(inhales deeply, sighs)

- (horn honking) - Good work. (huffs)

(Joan inhales)

But you really were a green-eyed monster for a minute.

(exhales)

Right, some of us have still got work to do.

- I'm off to King's. - Er, you want me to come with?

In case he's funny about giving money to a lady.

Well, then he needs to learn.

- I'll get you 20 percent later. - (dramatic music playing)

Gonna need to keep her on a tight rein.

(sniffles)

MUSIC: "Rapture" by Blondie playing

I wouldn't have any work if I ripped people off.

- I always count the money. - (scoffs)

♪ And they're stepping lightly

♪ Hang each night in

♪ Rapture

(moans)

(music concludes)

Albie'll barely set foot in the kitchen.

(Albie) Right. That's not true.

(Val) I knew you could cook, she is so bloody lucky.

- (whimsical music playing) - (sighs) What is this, Boisie?

- (laughs) - I bought a load of antiques

off this Russian geezer, he threw in his record collection.

Did you make them from scratch?

- Course I did, you stupid cow. - (sniggers)

He's transformed you.

Maybe I've transformed myself.

Yeah.

(Val) Oh, yeah, tell that to Albie, he'll fix.

You like him, though?

Yeah, I do. I think he's great.

(both squeal)

(Nancy) Oh, apart from his weird taste in music.

Oh, I'm proper happy for you Joan.

Come on, let's go.

- Got 'em. - Yeah.

(in hushed voice) Let's go.

(Albie) Just appreciate what I'm seeing.

- (Joan) Ta-da! - Ooh!

(sighs)

- All right, Val, don't let me down. - No, I couldn't, Joan.

You could, couldn't ya?

Well, if you made it, 'course I can.

What is it about London that makes you so hungry?

Oh, well, I've been working pretty hard these last few days.

Oh, you're working here?

- (glass clinking) - What you doing?

This and that. (sniffles)

Er, me and Boisie, I'm working on a scheme

with an American couple.

- Americans! - (Val) Don't ask, Joan.

This... this... dessert is gorgeous.

(smacks lips) Oh, we know what Jerry Hall says,

- "A cook in the kitchen". - "Whore in the bedroom".

- Albie! - (sniggers)

- Sorry, Joan! - (Joan) Mm.

(Albie) She doesn't mind.

Come on, Joan, top me up.

- Oh. - (Joan) More?

- No. - (chuckles)

- Come on. - (drink pouring)

(inhales) Nice.

(puffs) Toast to Joan...

(Joan scoffs)

...because she's perfect, isn't she?

(chuckles) Oh, God, what are you on about? Oh!

(Boisie) I fell for her the moment I met her,

scrambling for coins in a pub.

We got as drunk as lords. Nothing's changed...

(both laugh)

...except I love you even more.

(clicks tongue) Oh, I love you!

(both smooch)

(whispers) Marry me, Joanie.

(in hushed voice) What?

Are you sure?

'Course. I adore you.

Let's get married.

- (chuckles) Marry me. - (chuckles) Yes. Yes! Yes!

(group cheering, applauding)

- (chuckles) - (Nancy) Whoo!

- Congratulations! - (squeals)

Yes, grab the champers!

(inhales sharply)

- (music fading) - (doorbell ringing)

(doorbell continues ringing)

- (music concludes) - (doorbell ringing)

It was a one off.

I'll take that. (chuckles softly) Sorry.

Once Kelly's here,

there'll be nothing like this, I promise.

- Do you want a coffee? - Oh, no, thanks.

- We've got freshly ground. - Honestly, I'm fine.

(sighs) If I'd known you were coming...

I mean, I've been keeping the place spick and span.

I've been obsessed, hoovering night and day.

We're not too bothered about mess.

As long as you're making progress towards building a stable home.

Oh, yeah, I am, definitely.

Because Kelly's doing well where she is now.

Yeah, of course she is, she's a good girl.

It's not about compliance, Joan.

Mrs Ashbury tells us she's really thriving.

Kelly's flourishing at school.

Yeah, well, she would say that, wouldn't she?

Do you want to sit down, Joan?

I've got something I need to tell you.

What?

- (Mrs May) Sit down. - Spit it out.

The Ashbury's have asked us if they can adopt Kelly.

(wistful music playing)

(Mrs May) It's just a request at the moment.

You're her mother, and no one's doing anything

without due process.

We do always try to keep children with their mothers.

It's really important that Kelly moves back

into a settled, stable environment.

Right now, we're not convinced you can provide that.

(Joan pants)

(indistinct chatter over TV)

(reporter over TV) Train through a red light at the junction

down over in Oxford's Circus.

(audience laughing over TV)

(reporter) Well, first, the news.

The Sheffield woman who's been trying out

the new roast beef...

(door creaking)

(audience laughing over TV)

- (door lock clicking) - (light button clicking)

(keys jingling)

(sighs)

- (door opens) - (Joan gasps)

(music builds)

(Mrs Ashbury kisses) Good night, sweetheart.

(music intensifies)

MUSIC: "Glitter Girl" by Harry Escott, Rina Mushonga.

♪ It's just for a while

♪ Cos you'll never be the girl

♪ If you let them rule

♪ Oh, no, you'll never be the girl

♪ Till you kick those blues

♪ Go

♪ Glitter girl, get your glamour on

♪ Don't let the mirror fall

♪ Don't let them in your soul ♪

(song concludes)