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Hello, Jack.

I can't have changed that much, can I?

Marianne Clark. Well, well.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I'm the new schoolmistress--

fully qualified, here on merit.

I never employed you. No.

Well, I expect it's beneath the master

of the house to bother himself

with such trifles.

You've made your point.

Now kindly leave the premises.

No, Jack. I work here.

Mrs. Clark! It's marianne.

Marianne, I'm telling you,

there's no job for you here.

Oh!

Oh, you devil.

Oh! No!

Look, Jack. Let go.

You...

Aah!

[Thunder]

Please, Jack! No!

No!

Jack: Get out

and never darken these doors again.

[Sobbing]

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Hetty: Robert...

Where did you find it?

In the cupboard on the landing

in a box marked "miscellaneous."

Open it, Mrs. Wainthropp.

I've not looked at these in years.

I thought I'd do a piece for my "Joe elder" column

to celebrate our anniversary.

Oh, aye?

Courting rituals

and how they've changed over 40 years.

We'll help you there, won't we Geoff?

Ha ha!

Robert: Oh, brother Frank and his mabel.

Mabel's outfit was a big source of worry, I remember.

Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Oh, the Riley with the ribbons on.

Cousin Ted, the proud owner.

Aww. Ohh.

Oh, that dress.

I sent it away to be dyed and made into an evening frock.

Sky blue was the intention,

but the place it went to

burnt down in the middle of the night.

Ah, but all was not entirely lost.

Remember this?

Oh, Robert, my veil.

Janet: When's the great day?

Next Friday, a week.

Happy anniversary in advance, love.

But she started work here last Friday.

I think you must be mistaken.

Oh, no, I'm not, I assure you.

Can I help?

Branagan is the name-- Jack branagan.

Do you run this place?

I do have that pleasure.

Marianne Clark-- I'm her mother--

she started a job here last Friday.

Clark. Name doesn't ring a bell.

Perhaps she's one of Mrs. ashby's volunteers.

Well, where would I find her?

She won't be here till next Thursday,

will she, miss tweed? Yes.

Sorry. You'll have to excuse me now.

It's your brother Frank.

He's under the weather after a virus,

wants to come for a change of air,

just a weekend.

Not our weekend.

Look, Frank, old chap.

Yes. Hetty is--

yeah.

Yes.

What?

Frank.

Lovely to see you after so long.

Robert, Frank has arrived.

I hope this is not an imposition.

No, not at all. Come in.

How's that nasty virus?

Oh. All the better for seeing you again.

Agency business thriving, is it?

Hetty: Up to our necks, as usual.

Frank, how are you, lad?

All the better for seeing you again.

You know where your room is.

Oh. Right you are.

Hello, young Geoffrey.

How's the world treating you?

Fine, thank you, Mr. Wainthropp.

Good.

Robert thinks he might have brought a case with him.

I saw it.

Big enough for a month's stay, I reckon.

A case to solve, Geoffrey.

Things being as slack as they are,

beggars can't be choosers.

So let's be charitable.

Robert: You had a what? An affair?

Call it a passing fancy.

But when was this, '61?

You weren't long married to mabel.

Well, she never suspected,

and I'd sooner Hetty didn't know

the ins and outs of it, like.

Did I ever meet her? What was her name?

Violet. No. You never met her.

Violet ward.

We're done now.

You old dog.

And you kept in touch all these years?

Well, only Christmas cards and social-like.

Look, Robbie. Don't chastise me.

I've come clean, haven't I?

Right. Right. Carry on.

What? Oh. Right. Yeah.

Well, I received this letter 3 days ago.

She had no one else to turn to, you see.

And Violet was a friend of mabel's?

Oh, a very good friend...

Of the whole family.

Her husband dermott--

no longer with us, alas--

splendid chap.

He were a dab hand at those model ships

you put into bottles.

Hetty: Can you get to the point, Frank?

Oh. Yes. Yes. Of course. Yes.

Well, it's her daughter marianne.

She's gone missing,

last seen leaving this heritage museum Friday

and somebody's face.

And you or Violet want us to find her.

Well, if you're not too busy.

Naturally, I will contribute to costs.

She could be in somewhat

straitened circumstances,

if you get what I mean.

I think we do, Frank.

I'm sure we can come to some arrangement.

Frank: Right, it being family,

so to speak.

Hello, Frank.

Are you ok? Yes.

Violet, this is Hetty Wainthropp,

the detective...

How do you do?

My brother Robert... Hello.

How do you do?

And this is young Geoffrey,

her assistant.

Partner.

Violet: How do you do?

This is very good of you,

Mrs. Wainthropp, Robert.

Frank has told me about you

and how he's helped you out from time to time.

We shall do our best, Mrs. ward.

Shall we go in?

Yes. I've got a key.

No, thank you, Frank. Just stay with Robert.

Well, I'm sure Violet would prefer me...

Ah, Hetty is right. Come on, old chap.

Come along.

Has she bought the flat or rented it?

Rented on a short lease.

She was living in blackpool.

So it was the job at the museum

that brought her back.

Well, so I thought, but when I asked them,

they said she had no permanent job there at all.

They do have a regular staff,

but she must have been one of the volunteers

they bring in at weekends.

And she was definitely there

on Friday?

Yes. She was seen there.

Apparently, they revive the past in costume,

and marianne had gone as the schoolteacher,

only there'd been a argument with the man who runs the place,

and she'd left.

Who told you this?

The lady who runs the bookshop,

only the man came in while I was there,

and he denied all knowledge of marianne.

What was his name?

Branagan.

Did the lady in the bookshop

have any idea what the row was about?

No, but she said that marianne

had left the museum in tears.

What time was this, Mrs. ward?

Just after they closed, I think.

Marianne was due to come to me

for lunch the next day,

and when she didn't arrive,

I phoned and phoned,

and finally, I came round here about 7:00

to see if she was all right

and found the place just as you see it now.

Bathroom.

And she'd given you a spare key?

Yes. I'd asked for one.

I said she really must change those curtains

and I'd do it for her.

She's never been much of a homemaker.

Does she live alone?

Oh, yes, quite alone.

She's right off men these days.

Toothbrush, washing things.

Was she ever married?

Violet: Yes,

but he's long gone from the scene.

He's got another family in cheshire somewhere.

She's always had an eye for smart clothes.

Well, she had to,

being a qualified accountant,

but things haven't been going well for her

for some time now.

Why is that?

Well, it stems back to her leaving

blainthorp council 4 years ago.

She never did tell me the precise reasons.

Was she dismissed?

Well, as I say, Mrs. Wainthropp,

she wouldn't go into it.

She was always secretive, even as a child.

And you'd expect her to have been in touch

on this occasion?

Well, yes.

I'm her mother, aren't I?

I'm sorry.

I'm just a bit upset by it all.

Last Friday's.

There's no milk or papers on the doorstep,

so she doesn't have deliveries.

Or somebody comes by each day and picks them up.

[Cat meows]

There's fresh food for that fellow in the kitchen.

Have you been coming in?

Violet: No. Oh, no. I'm allergic to cats.

It must be a neighbor.

Well, that's all I need here for the present.

Oh, a recent photo would be useful.

Oh, yes.

Frank said you'd want that,

and that's the best I can do, I'm afraid.

It was taken a year back in blackpool.

Her hair is short now, and she's a redhead.

Thank you.

I found her address book.

Shall I bring it?

Not for the moment, thank you, Geoffrey.

I think we can be fairly certain

that she hasn't been back.

But where can she have gone?

Shouldn't we call the police?

Leave that with me.

Frank: Are you all right, Violet?

Yes.

It was just seeing the flat

untouched since I went in last.

Well, there, there, now.

I'll take you home.

Thank you, Frank.

That's very kind of you.

We shall be in touch very soon, Mrs. ward.

Robert, ask round the neighbors

and see what they know of Mrs. marianne Clark

and who comes in to feed the cat and the fish.

Right. What are you gonna do?

Geoffrey and I are going to find out

about our cultural heritage.

Geoffrey: If she wasn't certain she had the job,

why did she take on the flat?

Yes, and where does she stand

with a mother who can change her curtains

but can't share her confidence?

She came out from there in tears.

Was she still wearing her costume?

Then where did she go?

Either that way, down the towpath...

Or she could've gone back into town,

caught a bus,

or she had someone waiting to pick her up.

A friend...

Or a stranger.

Come on. The museum.

Declaring our interest?

Not yet, Geoffrey,

just showing our interest.

Hetty: Save her for later.

This must take you back.

Just as far as last Friday, cheeky.

Scene of the argument, eh,

according to one witness, anyway.

[Door opens]

Hetty: Isn't it wonderful, Geoffrey?

Authentic to the last detail.

I do admire people who devote their lives

to these places.

We do our best to get things right.

Oh. Are you the curator?

No. I manage the enterprise.

Jack: I came as a favor after the council

washed their hands of it.

I mean no disrespect to the trust,

but they did their best with very little funding.

In a year's time, I plan to have us running

and thriving as a commercial enterprise.

And you all wear costume, I gather.

My permanent staff do.

Sometimes we bring in one or two helpers.

We have special evenings when the public dress up.

There's one next week--

victorian criminals and custodians.

They prove very popular.

Well, thank you for your time, Mr. branagan.

Very enjoyable, and you have

two willing helpers in us,

doesn't he, Geoffrey?

Definitely.

Good. Splendid.

I'll introduce you to Mrs. ashby from the trust.

She deals with this side of things.

[Door closes]

Have you found her?

Oh, give us a chance, Frank.

What did you gather from the neighbors?

She's like greta garbo, love.

Nobody ever sees her.

I could do a surveillance job

for who comes by to feed the cat.

Yes. It might come to that.

Thank you, Frank, but we're exploring

other avenues at present.

One for each of us.

Thank you.

Miss tweed?

Yes?

I'd like to introduce myself--

Hetty Wainthropp.

I'm going to be the new schoolmistress.

Oh. Hello.

I'm quite nervous.

I hope I'll be all right.

I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

I believe there was a bit of a rumpus

up in the classroom with my predecessor.

[Deadbolt locks]

There was.

She struck Mr. branagan and made him bleed.

He had to go to casualty,

but you won't tell him I told you, will you?

I'll be for the high jump, I would.

Why would that be?

You'll get to know if you stay long enough.

Woman: It was something private

between her and Mr. branagan.

I didn't inquire further.

Why do you want to know?

She's disappeared.

What?

I'm a private detective, Mrs. ashby.

This is my partner Mr. Shawcross.

Oh.

Well, does Jack know he's under investigation?

He soon will if we have to get the police involved.

As it stands, he and miss tweed

were the last people to see her.

Well, I'll help you all I can, of course, but I--

when Mrs. Clark came for the job,

did she say that she knew Mr. branagan?

No. She seemed rather tense.

She was looking for full-time employment,

and we simply haven't the funds,

even though the place is booming,

and that's all down to Jack and his marvelous ideas.

We're all very thrilled with him at the trust.

Is he married? Yes--no.

His wife has left him, I believe.

Is this important?

It all helps when you're solving

a mystery, Mrs. ashby.

[Snoring]

Hetty: His daughter?

It's the nose and the set of the eyes.

I mean, we don't need to make a meal of it.

Well, we shan't, then.

Right,

but it would make her family...

So to speak.

Adams: We only act if the absentee

is vulnerable, Mrs. Wainthropp.

That means children or if a crime is suspected,

and Jack branagan, if he kicked her out,

it's hardly likely he chased after her

and dumped her in the canal, is it?

No. Thank you, chief inspector.

I'll hang on to this.

She's a redhead now.

And how can I find the names

of blainthorp officers and councilors 4 years ago?

Hmm.

"Director of finance, personnel, and strategy--

"branagan, John.

"Assistant finance director-- Clark, marianne."

Yes. Of course.

So...An affair, you reckon,

wronged-woman type of thing?

Oh, there are other ways a woman can be wronged

in business, Geoffrey, but it can be that.

You try the canteen.

I'll see you in half an hour.

Hetty: Marianne Clark left with a great deal

of ill feeling.

She was forced out.

It must have been known around the office.

Not by me.

I was quite junior then,

making my way up the ladder.

Right to the top.

Yes. Thank you.

It was most likely a redundancy matter

with Mrs. Clark, that or a restructuring

of departments which didn't suit her.

Or was it harassment?

What harassment? Sexual, you mean?

If it was that, she obviously didn't have a case,

or she'd have gone bleating to a tribunal.

Is that how you see it?

When did Mr. branagan leave?

Two years ago.

Under what circumstances?

Well, the usual ones, I imagine.

He'd served his time.

He wanted a change of direction.

Running a heritage museum?

Bit of a comedown after this fine job.

Look. What are you implying, Mrs. Wainthropp,

that this department is riddled with--

not under your direction,

I'm sure, Mr. humphries.

You would've weeded it out.

I'm speaking of your predecessor.

I can't answer for him. Why should I?

[Knocks on door]

Humphries: Ah, my meeting with the highways committee.

Thank you, miss broderick.

I'm sorry. As you see, I'm very busy, Mrs. Wainthropp.

I find this all very distasteful,

and I can't help you further.

Then I shan't detain you.

[Door closes]

Hetty: That little upstart, in charge of finances?

I wouldn't want to live in blainthorp.

Give me some good news, Geoffrey.

A canteen lady remembered her vaguely

but thought she was dark-haired then.

Hetty: Thank heaven for the animal kingdom.

Man: Samson and delilah-- same litter.

That's delilah.

And samson's owner, Mr. coates?

Marianne Clark. Aye.

She'd ever a kindly word for an old soldier.

Have you seen her lately?

Why would that be of interest?

Geoffrey: She's not at home at present,

and we're a bit concerned for samson.

Although he seems to be fed and well cared for.

Right. So he is.

It wouldn't be you looking after him.

It's only a short bike ride after me shift,

and I've got rewarded for me pains.

Oh, very nice. When did that arrive?

Two days ago.

Unsigned, but it were from her, all right.

She knows my favorite.

And what day did she drop by

and ask you to feed the cat?

Last Thursday, or was it Friday?

One or the other.

Premeditated.

Thursday or Friday,

before she took on Mr. branagan.

Then she goes out and kills herself?

Or she fakes it

to give him a nasty fright.

She provokes him and disappears,

telling nobody.

He's the last to see her.

The finger would point at him.

Yes, but how long can she keep this up?

What about her mother?

She wouldn't let her suffer like this.

Wouldn't she?

Did you get that cheese label?

Good lad.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

[Ring]

Hello.

I'm durban. Yes. What is it?

It's about some cheese you sent to a Mr. Albert coates,

car park attendant at the town hall.

I need to know who ordered it

and the exact day.

Was it a Mrs. marianne Clark?

I've no idea, and I can't get my ledgers out now.

I'm busy.

A woman's life could depend on it.

On a piece of cheese? Stop wasting my time.

[Beep]

[Beep]

He's waiting in the parlor.

Jack: Come in.

Sit down.

We shan't be disturbed.

I know who you are, Mrs. Wainthropp.

I expect you do by now.

Would you mind not standing in front of the fireplace.

It reminds me of my grandfather.

Very fierce, he was.

The little ones would run a mile from him.

All right.

Now speak your business

before I send you packing.

As you did marianne Clark?

Weren't you old friends...

Or colleagues, anyway...

4 years ago in the blainthorp borough finance department,

and yet you told her mother you didn't know her?

I wanted to spare her the truth.

Mrs. Clark wasn't very good at her job,

and on top of that,

she developed a fixation for me

which I was unable to reciprocate.

So she was dismissed from her job for incompetence?

Kinder than sexual harassment.

Her contract was terminated. Yes.

And you hear nothing from her

until she turns up out of the blue last Friday.

I'm sure you have great appeal for the ladies, Mr. branagan,

but 4 years does seem a long time for a woman

to harbor an unrequited passion.

It happens.

You drove this unhappy lady out

into a cold, wet evening.

She attacked me in the classroom.

What was I supposed to do,

kiss her on both cheeks?

And now she's vanished off the face of the earth.

That can't be held at my door.

I told you, the woman was unstable.

Now, I've had enough of this.

I'm going, Mr. branagan.

I've got what I came for.

What might that be?

Your side of the story.

Hetty: Lovelorn for that ogre? Never.

But why did she attack him?

She could have been fighting off

his advances.

I don't see that, either.

What happened with the cheese merchant?

I got an earful, and then he hung up.

She's out there somewhere, Geoffrey,

hiding or being hidden.

Let's hope it's no worse.

We must start on that address book.

We'll need the key of her flat.

Albert coates.

We could save him a bike ride.

Come on, then.

Geoffrey: Mrs. allwood?

I'm trying to get hold of marianne Clark.

She isn't, by any chance--

no. Right. Bye.

[Beep]

This'll cost us a bomb.

Geoffrey: Abby? Hi.

It's Geoff, friend of marianne's.

Yes. Marianne Clark. She gave me your--

hello. My name is Mr. Shawcross. I'm trying to trace...

Mrs. Burton, is marianne...

Hello. It's the surgery here.

She hasn't picked up her prescription.

She's won the lottery.

Ohh...

[Beep]

And that's only up to "d."

"Michael-- Glebe house farm."

Michael durban. Albert's cheese.

There's no point trying him again.

No. Just "Michael" under the ds

and no surname.

Bit familiar for a cheese merchant.

So we're customers, right?

Who for? Skully.

Your old garage boss?

No. His new wine bar.

He's calling it Rick's

after the film "Casablanca."

Grand opening is Friday.

Michael: About time, too.

Oh, no chiller boxes?

Typical. Typical. All right.

Load them in. Uh, Mr. dur--

there's no time to waste. Come on.

These truckles were ready for moving hours ago.

Ask him who they're for.

Ok. Have you got an invoice

for these, Mr. durban?

What?

We need to sign for them.

Now listen here, young lady.

You can tell that boss of yours

that if he keeps me waiting, he can wait for my invoice.

I'll put it in the post, and tell him either he sends

a refrigerated vehicle next time

or I do without his custom.

I've got my good name to preserve

as well as these beauties.

Go on. Off you go.

I've got to get back to my smokers,

and drive carefully.

I don't want them rolling about.

Hmph!

Why didn't you ask him outright?

I couldn't risk it, not without Mrs. Wainthropp.

Well, meantime, we've nicked his cheese.

What are we gonna do with it?

Sell it to skully.

No. We'll get it back to him.

Oh, by the way, skully wants some bodies

tomorrow night for photo call

at the wine bar, 6:00, so don't be late.

Hey, isn't this her coming towards us?

Get back after her, Geoff.

No.

Hetty: Mr. durban?

My name is Hetty Wainthropp. I'm a private detective...

And this is my partner Mr. Shawcross.

What have you done with my consignment?

It's quite safe, Mr. durban.

Hetty: We're looking for marianne Clark.

Who's been asking for her?

Her mother.

She's employed me to find her.

Marianne came to me

as a friend in need, Mrs. Wainthropp.

Last Friday night?

Michael: She phoned the day before.

She was obviously right on the edge.

Hetty: Were you afraid for her safety?

Yes. We're making progress.

She had her first outing today--

the village shop.

It all goes back 4 years, doesn't it...

To her dismissal from the borough council

and her treatment at the hands

of a man called branagan--

a case of mental bullying, would you say?

Of the most insidious kind--

sly and demeaning.

And her colleagues knew nothing

or turned a blind eye.

Of course they knew, but she was a woman

in a man's world, wasn't she?

She has more gumption than all of them.

Marianne, these people have come to see you.

I'm Hetty Wainthropp, and this is...

Geoffrey Shawcross.

We're here to help.

Yes. Thank you.

Mr. durban has just been explaining.

Marianne: Yes. I heard. He was doing very well.

Is there anything you want to tell us?

There was no personal involvement.

Michael: An affair, do you mean, with that devil?

No, no,

but sex discrimination, yes, in buckets.

It's all right, Michael.

I saw his photograph in the newspaper

when I was visiting me mother at Christmas.

He was parading outside his museum.

Well, it brought it all back to me.

The anger, you mean?

I thought, "nice place to work,

"back in me own hometown.

What can he do about it?"

Well, you know the answer.

Still, I gave him something to remember me by.

And now it's over?

I suppose,

now you've found me, I guess.

You've had a very unhappy 4 years.

Wasted years-- catering manager in blackpool,

half the use of her brains, half the salary,

and all because of one man.

Could you not have gone to a tribunal, Mrs. Clark?

Michael: When you've been bullied black and blue

and had the stuffing knocked out of you?

I wasn't brave enough.

It's just Michael here

that's helped pull me through.

I've known this good lass for years.

We share a passion for cheeses,

nothing else, Mrs. Wainthropp.

I just want to see her back on her feet,

which will happen, provided she's left in peace for a while.

We shall do that, Mr. durban.

My card...

If you need me for anything.

And would you just phone your mother?

Michael: Mrs. Wainthropp...

It's the overdale blue, prize winner.

Oh.

It's on the house.

Thank you.

My word.

Ha!

[Knocks on door]

Come in.

[Door opens]

Look. We've got to clear this up, Frank,

and I want a straight answer.

What? Clear what up?

Are you or are you not her father.

What? No. Of course, I'm not.

No. What on earth makes you think that?

The way you look at her.

No, no, no, no.

It's her likeness to Violet at that age.

The babe were toddling when Violet and I were--

oh.

Well, that is a weight off me mind.

Oh, Robbie,

but what a thing is life, eh?

Mrs. ward?

Yes. We found marianne safe and sound.

Oh, hasn't she phoned you?

Well, I'm sure she will when she's ready.

She's staying with an old friend

who makes cheeses.

And delicious they are, too.

Here's Frank.

Violet? Yes.

Mm. Try some.

Not just at the moment, Robert.

She's not phoned her mother.

I just hope we haven't upset her.

[Piano playing "as time goes by"]

Skully: Excuse me, gentlemen.

Keep smiling, Tim.

Come on, Geoff.

Quit pausing and start posing.

I was just trying

to phone someone, Mr. skully.

Skully: Put you arm around him, Cindy.

Look as though you mean it, you two.

This is the footballer you promised, is it, dad?

Yeah. David Beckham.

Dream on, kid.

I once played with Paul Scholes,

under 15s.

Skinned him alive. Yeah?

Let's feel your thighs, then.

[Coughs]

Steady, steady.

Geoffrey: So modeling career in Manchester.

What sort?

Oh, fashion, conference work...

What are you doing at the moment?

Tonight? No.

I meant job.

Kissogram.

I've always wondered about them.

What do you get for your money?

I'll show you.

Geoffrey: Oh!

Janet: If you're gonna do it,

you might show some taste.

What's wrong with Cindy skully?

Ask all the men in Manchester.

Look. I was waiting for you.

You never showed.

Oh, I showed up, all right, and I saw you.

You saw nothing. I'm off to bed.

No, you're not, Geoff.

Right. Let's decide finally.

Are we serious, or aren't we?

Of course, we are. I'm living here.

Yeah? In my flat? You think that's a commitment?

It's not your flat. It's ours.

I'm paying my way.

I'm doing the place up for you.

I do the shopping, the cooking most nights.

I am working my socks off for us.

I've got 10-hours shifts and night classes.

That's commitment.

Yeah, to being a transport manager.

What does that hold for our future?

Oh, that's our problem, is it?

Well, who's gonna pay the bills?

Your line of work isn't exactly gold-plated.

Look. You want security? Marry a hairdresser.

What are you doing? What have you lost?

My mobile. Must've left it in the wine bar.

Oh, well, I'm sure she's keeping it warm for you.

Come with me if you don't trust me.

Right. I will.

Right, then. What are we waiting for?

Oh, get it yourself...

And don't bother to wake me when you get back.

[Door closes]

Hetty: Have a word with him man to man.

I'll lock up.

[Ring]

Wainthropp det--

Michael.

No. It isn't too late.

What?

She's gone,

but she's left us a clue.

Adams: And this is where you expect to find her.

So what's the problem?

Marianne has not recovered. She's still very angry.

I'm afraid she might do something stupid.

Mrs. Wainthropp, I can't spare men

on a Friday night to go parading

in fancy dress on that kind of hunch.

Then we shall have to try to stop her on our own.

All right.

I will try and get someone along

at some point in the evening,

but how will he recognize you?

[Music playing]

I thought we were sweeney Todd and Mrs. lovett.

Ha ha ha!

And this is how we spend our anniversary.

Where better than a conjuring of the past?

Keep your eyes skinned.

Hello, Mrs. ward.

I've just seen 3 Jack the rippers.

Shall I arrest them? Evening, all.

Hetty: That's him over there.

Bill sikes, is he? Very appropriate.

Robert: So are we looking for Nancy?

No, no, no. He murdered her.

Oliver Reed in the film.

Mr. durban.

Any sign of her?

Not yet.

She may be waiting for the light to go.

I've got a hard day tomorrow.

How long do we have to do this?

Till you've got it to my satisfaction.

Didn't boots ever stand up for a poor skivvy?

Right.

You're not being fair, Mrs. ashby.

She's done it to my satisfaction.

What? Come here. I'll box your ears.

I don't care. She's my intended.

He hasn't even proposed yet.

Man: Aww. Woman: Ooh.

[Applause]

Marry me, Janet,

and share all my worldly goods.

Together, we'll find a place

in this rotten world.

Ashby: Well, bless me bunions.

A pledge of my eternal devotion.

Well, you do know the way to a girl's heart, boots.

I'll have to think about it.

Aww. Ohh.

Say yes.

I thought about it. Yeah. I'll marry you.

Man: Hey!

[Applause]

Yes.

[Dog barking]

I told you to stay away.

I'm not here as a member of your staff, Mr. branagan.

The mayor and his party, Mr. branagan,

they want to look in the mill.

Right. Thank you, miss tweed.

Let's follow on.

I have a feeling that where branagan is

marianne won't be far away.

Jack: Now, this activated 380 weaving looms.

So you can imagine--

Jack: The cotton was shipped over from America

to be processed in our mills.

Now, from the docks in liverpool,

it went down the Manchester ship canal--

marianne: Don't listen to this man.

He's a devil.

Jack: Marianne.

Jack branagan hounded me

out of blainthorp borough finance department

because he resented my being a woman.

Everything I did, he undermined.

He cost me 4 years of my life,

and he should be made to pay for it.

Get this woman away from me.

Oh, come on, Jack.

Me and how many others did you ruin

with your nasty bullying tricks?

Aah!

Ashby: No!

Chapman from the "echo."

Do you want to tell me what this is all about?

Yes, with pleasure.

[Applause]

Aah!

Hetty: Thank you, sergeant.

I haven't been demoted yet.

Who'd have thought that bronze lifesaving award

would have come in handy?

Well done.

I hope you're not going to charge her.

It was just high spirits.

That'll depend on him, I'm afraid.

[Coughing]

I don't think he will somehow.

She could still bring the case against him.

Janet is right.

Robert: She could be in for some substantial damages.

No, Robert.

Let's hope it's finally out of her system.

[Piano playing "as time goes by"]

Ladies and gentlemen,

voila.

Oh, that looks lovely.

One day late.

Who's counting?

Happy anniversary, love.

Oh, and to you.

Ha ha ha! Hoo!

Violet, love, does this inspire us?

Oh, I don't think so, Frank,

not with me up here

and you in weston-super-mare.

That could change, Violet.

Oh?

Skully: Is everything satisfactory, my friends?

Oh, the whole ambience,

very much to our liking, Mr. skully,

something in town at last for the older ones.

Somebody should tell him

it wasn't Lauren bacall in "Casablanca."

It was Ingrid bergman, wasn't it?

Oh, he wants to play one for us, Hetty.

What shall it be, eh?

Oh, it had better be "as time goes by."

I don't think he knows another one.

Robert: Oh, ha ha ha!

Now, you two.

Well, I was proposed to last night,

a pledge of eternal devotion.

Oh, Geoffrey.

That was nothing serious.

That was just for the punters, like,

wasn't it?

Yeah. A joke. Of course it was.

Frank: Marriage is like a quality cheese.

Take cheddar, for example.

Taste it when it's young, and it's nothing.

Wait until it ripens,

and then it'll tickle your taste buds.

[Piano playing "as time goes by"]

Do you think we should get married?

Do you want to get married?

Not now, Geoff. Just leave it.

Hetty: In my opinion, marriage is like a vintage wine.

Wouldn't you say so, Robert?

I would.

Best left to mature. Cheers.

Cheers. Cheers.

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