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Ladies, does your washing powder leave your whites dreary and grey?

Try new Flix Flakes in your wash.

Flix brightens my day every day.

This is ludicrous, Ron.

Cut.

What's the problem, Catherine?

Catherine Vale is the epitome of glamour.

My fans don't want to see me like this.

That's the twist. You loved it yesterday.

It's not the way the public see you, Catherine, but you're doing it brilliantly.

Lesson number one, Eva dear. Always be better than the material.

I wrote the material?

You've managed to find fault with every single one of my ideas.

Could that possibly be because they've all been terrible?

Right. We have three days left to deliver the finished advert, so...

I know you don't love this concept, but I also know only you can make it sing.

I've told you, you cannot confine Catherine Vale to a set.

I need air, space, light. I must breathe.

Of course, leave it with me.

You let her walk all over you.

We have to keep her on board somehow.

We need to get out of the studio, find new inspiration.

We could film in Hyde Park.

Better than that. I know just the place.

Away from London. No distractions. We can nail this.

Great. I'll call Frank.

It is his company.

He doesn't need to know.

He doesn't need to know.

But I do need to call a priest.

I'll call you.

He doesn't need to know.

He wants to know you.

He's so cute.

Let's see.

Let's go.

I can't thank you enough for letting us film here, Father.

It's a pleasure to welcome you back to the garden.

You played in as a boy.

Mind your backs, please.

I knew your grandfather, Ron.

He's a lovely man.

Well, being sacristan was so important to him.

He'd be very happy that we're donating to St Mary's.

Well, the Church Roof Fund is very grateful.

Now, Mr Sanderson, we're very keen to know the tricks of the advertising trade.

Oh, yeah.

Like how you make us want to buy stuff we don't need.

Let's go and have a look.

Almost ready, Ron.

My copywriter, Meg Wilson.

Beautiful place you've got.

Ah, this is more like it.

Oh, there she is.

Catherine Vale, Hollywood star in the flesh.

Mrs. X is her biggest fan.

Welcome to Campbellford, Mrs. Vale.

Isabelle Sullivan, parish secretary.

I adore your work.

Oh, it's a joy to meet my public.

My protégé, Miss Eva Richards, a fine actress in the making.

I hope to one day be as brilliant as Catherine.

It's good to dream, dear.

Now, Ron, darling, what's my line?

I was thinking something like,

Flix, while she's so bright, you'll feel like a star.

That's not quite right, is it?

How about Flix, while she's so bright, you'll feel like me, a star?

That's not what I wrote.

I really like that, Catherine.

God, isn't she incredible?

Well, yeah, she's definitely something.

Well, let's rehearse.

Rehearthing.

I know.

Let her try it, and then we'll find something better.

OK.

If everyone is ready for a rehearsal...

And...

Action.

Flix, wash is so bright, you'll feel just like me, a star.

Perfect.

It definitely had something, but perhaps if...

No, no, that's it.

Now, darling, find me somewhere out of the sun.

You're welcome to use the presbytery.

Miss Palmer's prepared tea and cake.

Either bring my correspondence.

And you, Mrs Mulligan.

Sullivan, come, I'll sign a picture for you.

Oh, would you? How marvellous.

What a fascinating process.

Isn't it?

You don't happen to have a telephone I might use?

Yes. Of course, in my study.

I adored you in Love in the Dust.

You had such chemistry with Saul Hobbs, and I could pellet it still.

Dear Saul.

Superb actor.

Awful man.

One mustn't speak ill of the dead, but...

Oh, truly.

Eva.

Letters?

This one's from Biggie Baxter.

The theatre impresario.

He's a dear friend.

Could it be about the audition?

Take them back to my room at our digs.

There's a good go.

But...

Now.

Ah, Eva.

We could use you on set.

She's running an errand for me.

When you're back, then.

Won't be long now, Catherine.

I'm perfectly happy chatting with Mrs. Tulliver.

Sorry, where's the telephone?

Erm, through there.

Who are you calling?

No one.

Just the office.

Erm, fancy some cake, Mrs. Dale?

Charmin.

Don't walk away from me.

Who are you calling?

Catherine, I am simply making a telephone call.

This relentless neediness has got to stop me.

Cannot go on like this.

Brenda.

If we can make them feel something,

people are more likely to buy what we're selling.

I see.

Fascinating.

Run said you needed me?

Yes.

Could you stand in for Catherine,

so that we can check the shot?

Flix wash is so bright,

you'll feel just like me.

A fated husband, Hollywood star.

That's a bit harsh.

True, though.

Don't let Catherine hear you.

Too late, I'm afraid.

Catherine, I didn't mean to be...

Terrible actress.

Step aside.

You're out of your depth.

I prefer to do the line as agreed,

without Eva's hilarious ad-lib.

Ron, I'm ready.

Yes, Catherine.

Right.

Going for a take.

Roll camera.

Something happen?

I'm fine.

Let's just shoot.

Rolling and...

Action!

Flix wash is so bright,

you'll feel just like me.

A shining star.

What the hell of stars got to do with Flix?

Frank.

Er, cut.

You found us.

Great.

You moved the chute without telling me.

What is he doing here?

Frank Hicks.

Flix managing director.

Is this your gaff, is it?

Very nice.

So, Ron,

what happened to Flix brightening your day?

Erm, can we have a quiet word?

Never a dull moment in advertising.

I know my customers,

and all they care about is,

can our flakes give them dazzling whites?

Yes, but in advertising,

it works when it's about aspiration.

Oh.

Ooh.

Sorry.

Erm, just sticking me washing on.

Let's ask this nice lady.

You wash with Flix, right?

What's more important?

Feelings or whites?

Erm, whites.

Definitely.

See?

You're a good man, Ron.

I like you.

But let's do it my way, eh?

Fine.

But let me deal with Catherine.

She can be tricky.

Just a bit.

We...

I think it would work better

if, instead of the cocktail,

you were holding the box of Flix...

That's not what we agreed.

And if you could say,

Flix washes whites so bright,

I'm dazzled.

What happened to my star line?

It wasn't landing.

Well, perhaps instead,

I will not take acting tips

from a talentless amateur,

Miss Richards.

Oh, come on.

She was only trying to help.

And you can shut up, too.

What do you know about anything?

Lady, I worked on Madison Avenue.

Girl,

I worked in Hollywood.

Now let me speak to my director alone.

Blimey.

It's only washing Flix.

Catherine takes all of her roles

very seriously, mind her.

Going for a take.

Rolling.

Action.

Flix washes whites so bright,

I'm dazzled.

Really give it some welly.

You're here to sell Flix, remember?

Cut.

Frank,

don't.

Did you just

direct me?

And lift the box

a bit higher.

That's it.

Nice big close-up.

No one

manhandles

Catherine Vale.

Catherine,

Frank was just...

That's it.

I quit.

She's coming back, right?

That's lunch, everybody.

Lunch?

Go and get her.

You are welcome to try.

Nothing is ever enough

to make Catherine happy.

Nothing.

That's just so sad.

She's rich,

she's famous.

What's she got to be unhappy about?

Did you speak to her?

I tried.

Needed to down

a stiff drink after.

Blimey,

she's, uh...

I know.

You all right,

Mr Higgs?

Not cut out for this

advertising lark,

father.

Catherine is missing.

She's not our digs.

What...

What did you say to her?

Well,

just to come back

and finish.

She doesn't carry money

so she can't have gone far.

Might I suggest

we split up

and search for her?

Good idea, father.

Kit gloves

when we find her.

Please, everyone.

Honestly,

she's forever doing

things like this.

Storming off,

making everything about her.

Well,

I'm sure we'll find her.

Hang on.

What's that?

Drowned.

Obvious signs

of a struggle.

Yeah.

Flicks.

Hmm?

Yeah,

five that swears by it.

Hmm.

Yes.

Thank you,

Sergeant.

Corral the witnesses,

would you?

Not you, sir.

There's blood

under her fingernails.

She must have fought back.

We'll get that tested.

Father,

you need to stay clear

of this case.

Catherine Vale's death

will make headlines.

This investigation

must be watertight.

Poor choice of words,

but...

Have you seen her ears?

They're green.

Hmm.

Perhaps.

But that could...

Look,

this is exactly

what I'm talking about.

No investigating.

Can you all account

for your whereabouts

over lunch?

I lost aura on set.

I telephoned my wife.

Our baby's not been well.

And then I was with

Father Brown.

I spoke to Frank

after he saw her,

then went back

to my room.

Mr. Hicks?

We had a quiet word

in the scullery,

but she was alive

when I left.

You weren't wearing

that neckerchief

this morning.

No, um...

It felt a bit cold.

Could you

remove it, please, sir?

How did you

acquire those

scratches, Mr. Hicks?

It's not what

it looks like.

Frank Hicks,

I'm arresting you

on suspicion of murder.

What are you doing?

You're not obliged

to say anything,

but anything you say

may be given in evidence.

It wasn't me.

I swear I didn't kill her.

I tried to apologise,

but she just

wouldn't have it.

And then she scratched you?

She went to walk out,

I grabbed her arm,

and she dug her nails in.

My family company's

on the line here.

She was the new

face of Flicks.

Why would I kill her?

Do you know

of anyone else

who might have wanted

to harm Mrs. Vale?

Apparently,

she threw a weight

around with everyone.

Even said she wanted

me banned from the set.

And she said

she was going to tell

Ron to sack Meg.

Does Miss Wilson

know about all this?

I warned her.

I don't know

what she'd done

to deserve that.

Will you help me,

Father?

I will endeavour

to find out

who did this.

And will you help

them to finish

the advert?

I can't lose

my business, too.

I'll do what I can.

I just

can't believe it.

Frank seemed

like such a nice bloke.

I know.

And what about

the advert?

That concept

could have worked,

but now Catherine's gone.

We need a fresh

short with one day left.

Fresh start?

Fresh

fresh like

a summer meadow.

Fresh like

a young woman

running through

the flowers.

But Flix Flakes

are even fresher.

It's all about

the mood.

We need a meadow

and a young woman.

What?

We've already got one.

Me?

But Catherine's

barely cold.

She would have

wanted you to do this.

I'm not so sure

about that.

Sure must go on, Eva.

You're strolling

through the fields

when you come across

just washed sheets

and the freshness

overwhelms you

and you say,

Flix,

wash is so fresh

I can feel it.

Got it?

I'll give it my all.

Ooh,

nice flop.

Are you ready for this?

I think so.

It's all I've ever wanted.

I've all

wait for it to happen, though.

I admire your devotion

to your profession,

Miss Walson.

Clearly means a lot to you.

Sure does.

For a woman like me,

a job like this

is hard to come by.

It would be a blow

to lose your position.

Frank told you.

Catherine had no power

to fire me.

Ron's my boss,

not her.

But she clearly

had significant sway

over him.

Did you confront her?

All right, yes.

I found her

in the scullery

after her spat with Frank.

Why didn't you tell the police?

Because I know

how it looks.

I asked her not

to fire me.

It didn't work,

so

to be honest,

I used a bit of flattery.

Ah, yes.

I

told her I'm her biggest fan,

that it was my idea

to hire her.

That way her ailing career

got a boost

and we got a star.

I really wanted it to work,

but you saw how she was.

Can you think of anyone

who might have wanted

Catherine dead?

Throw a rock, father.

She gave anyone

who met her a reason.

Eva,

feeling Frank?

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

Break her leg.

Well?

Well,

she clearly has a motive,

but enough to kill?

I don't know.

Catherine's death

has worked out well

for Miss Richards.

Father,

she

adored her.

She called her

a faded husband.

And

Catherine

snapped her,

Eva,

about the letter

from

Bonky

Summer.

Binky Baxter.

She told Eva

to take it

to her room

and her dicks.

Did she indeed?

Oh,

pink silk sheets.

Oh,

how exotic.

Aren't they a bit slippy?

She lived

such an incredible life.

From

poplar

to Hollywood,

from rags

to riches.

She had a few

years away

from the screen

when the talkies

came along.

Lost count

of how many times

she'd been married.

Rumours of lots

of affairs.

Never any children.

So sad

the way her career

just faded away.

Indeed.

No letter

from Binky Baxter

in here.

Fleury de Ville.

Très

exclusive.

You cannot get this

anywhere

on this side

of the channel.

All right,

let's have a whiff then.

Brenda,

a little respect,

please.

Besides,

that's not how you do it.

Spray a little mist

into the air

and glide through.

Oh,

that is revolting.

Oh,

hi there.

Look.

A jigsaw puzzle.

Something about

an audition.

Catherine snapped

it even when she

asked about an audition.

She was far too famous

to still be doing that,

surely.

As you suggested,

too inexperienced

for the part.

Inexperienced,

Catherine.

Role of Juliet.

Oh,

she's far too old

for that.

Well,

if it wasn't

Miss Ville,

who was auditioning?

Flix wash

is so fresh

I can feel it.

Cut.

It's not working.

You know,

it's just...

Who am I?

Where am I going?

And why am I in this field?

None of that matters.

It's all about the mood.

I can't play a mood.

Can I?

I understand.

Look,

take a break

while we have a think.

Such a simple idea.

Catherine and I

have to make it work.

Either Catherine

snapped at you yesterday

when you asked about

Binky Baxter's letter.

Yes.

We found the letter

in Mrs Ville's room.

Did you audition

for the role of Juliet?

Catherine said

she'd recommend me to him.

So I did well,

maybe in with a chance.

And yet,

the letter revealed

that unbeknownst to you,

Mrs Ville

had urged

Mr Baxter

not to cast you.

How could she do that?

She was my mentor.

She was supposed to support me,

not stab me in the back.

You must have been upset.

Of course.

That's why I tore it up.

I was furious.

Furious enough to hurt her?

No.

I idolised her.

I could never do something like that.

Even if it meant

you could step into her shoes.

I've wanted to be Catherine

ever since I was six years old.

There's no way on earth

I could have killed her.

Let's go again

and just

try relaxing

on the next take.

May I?

Father.

Mrs Ville

was your mentor

but

her acting style

is not yours.

Perhaps you could be

a little less formal.

More yourself.

He's right.

You should stop acting.

I've only just started.

No,

she means

you've been performing it

as Catherine would have

stiff

and stiff

old school.

This time

let all that go

and just

be.

I'll try.

Let's go again.

Thank you, Father.

Poor Eva.

For her mentor

to turn on her like that.

Sergeant.

Mr Hicks

has the same blood group

found under Catherine's fingernails.

extremely rare type.

We're charging him

with murder.

I see.

He wants to talk to you,

Father.

Says he's remembering something.

Thanks for coming,

Father.

This is a nightmare.

How can they hang me

for something I didn't do?

I'm working on that.

There's something you want

to tell me.

I've had a lot of time

to think stuck in here,

going over every moment

from yesterday

and something struck me.

You remember when Ron

and Catherine

had that quiet word?

I do.

I heard her say

something like,

take back what you said

and I'll do it your way

or else.

You think she had

some kind of hold

over Mr Sanderson?

It definitely seemed

that way to me.

If she said jump,

he jumped.

He wasn't the most

experienced, bless him.

Only set up his business

last year.

Forgive me,

but if your firm

has so much riding

on this advertisement,

why not use someone

more seasoned?

He did this campaign

I saw in one

of my wife's magazines.

Exclusive French

perfume.

I can't remember

the name.

Fleury de Ville.

Yeah.

That's the one.

Goodness!

Flix wash is so fresh

I can really feel it.

Cut!

I don't know.

What do you think?

I'm really trying

not to act.

And it's great,

but the concept

doesn't fit you anymore.

No, no, you're right.

It needs something else.

Oh, come on.

It's not

atomic physics.

All we're trying to do

is sell Flix Flakes

to housewives.

Um,

father.

Housewives

buy Flix Flakes?

Right, and...

And what are

housewives?

Um,

mothers?

Yes,

and...

And daughters.

Precisely.

You can make people feel,

you can make them buy.

And what makes

people feel

more

than the unbreakable

love

between a mother

and her daughter?

It's genius.

Have you ever thought

about going into

advertising, father?

What do you think, Meg?

Mothers and daughters,

the sacred heart

of the family.

I can see it.

It could work,

I guess,

but we've got

one afternoon,

we're low on film stock

and no cast.

I mean,

I would love

to play the daughter,

I'd know how to be that part.

You're hired.

Again.

And Mrs. S

could play the mother.

I could.

As a mother

and a daughter

and an actress.

I do have all

the relevant experience

if you think

I'm suitable.

Suitable?

You're perfect.

What do you say, Meg?

It writes itself.

I can give it a try.

But what's

the setting?

Actually,

I think we had it

right the first time.

Father,

do you think

we could...

Yes,

of course.

Great.

New plan.

All back to the presbytery.

If you can get

everything set up,

write the script.

You know what it needs.

Oh, sorry, Ron.

Just a few queries.

Who is this mother?

What's her background?

What does she want from life?

What accent

shall I do her with?

Oh, er...

Meg will answer

all your questions,

Mrs. Sullivan.

I just need to make

a telephone call.

Right.

Meg.

I love you, darling.

I'm sorry

I've been away so long.

But home tomorrow.

Give Mary a kiss for me.

It must be hard

to maintain a marriage

when your work

is so all-consuming.

Edith's finding it

very hard

with the new baby.

I feel terrible

being so distracted.

I noticed

Mrs. Vale

placed demands

on you.

She had a

flacon

of fleurie-de-vie

perfume

amongst her

most personal possessions.

I understand

it's very hard

to come by.

What are you

implying, Father?

Does Mrs. Sanderson

know about

your indiscretion?

No.

It would break

her heart.

Edith is my

first and

only love.

Stayed faithful

all through the war.

Even during my service.

And then...

You met

Mrs. Vale.

Such a

cliché, Father.

Edith's been

so preoccupied

with the baby

I was ripe

for the picking.

But Catherine

had such

magnetism

and charisma.

I couldn't

say no to her.

And I

didn't want to.

But then

yesterday

Catherine

demanded

I leave

Edith

to be with her.

Well, I refused.

Told her

it was over.

And she

swore

she'd tell

Edith

everything

if I didn't

take it back.

Did you kill her?

No, I'm not

a murderer.

But it is true.

With her gone,

my only real

problem is

how to finish

the advert.

And how

to deal

with your guilt.

I can't

tell Edith.

She'd

leave me.

Mr. Sanderson,

the truth

may wound

but it

can also

heal.

I think

she'd be

more glamorous.

Meg

said

plain.

Look,

Dowdy!

Maureen

has

style.

Who's

Maureen?

It's the name

I've given her.

She's

from the

Bristol area.

What,

via Barnsley?

Mrs. Sullivan,

you look the part.

Thank you,

Father.

You spoke to

Ron,

did he?

Guilty of

moral weakness,

yes.

But of

murder,

I don't think

so.

So who's

next?

That's just

it.

I don't

know.

look at

you.

Perfect

mother.

And you

have a

fan already.

Edgar,

what are you

doing here?

I ticked him

off.

Well,

I have to be

here to see

this.

We need you

on set,

Isabel.

Could I

have a minute?

Oh!

Perfect

mother,

eh?

You're

already the

perfect wife.

Are we

ready for

this?

My face

on every

television in

the land,

being recognised

in the street?

And what's

Eddie going to

say?

This will

change our

lives.

Yes.

Certainly

change our

washing

flakes.

Edgar,

I'm being

serious.

You'll be

wonderful as

you always

are and

then life

will go

back to

normal.

Now,

break a

leg.

Eva,

you're

struggling

with your

whites,

then your

mother comes

to the

rescue with

Flix Flakes.

Now,

Isabel.

Maureen,

I mean

character.

Maureen,

your daughter

really needs

your help.

Jeannie,

that's her

name.

Fine.

Ah,

Jeannie has

struggled without

you,

but now she

truly needs you

to be her

perfect mother.

Yes.

I can be

that.

Great.

Let's try a

run-through.

Meg,

if you can

drop the

box in on

cue.

Rehearsing.

And?

Hey,

I got your

notes,

sir.

Have I

missed the

action?

Not yet,

Sergeant.

Oh,

fancy us

knowing a

television star,

eh?

Quiet on set,

please.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Action.

Gray again.

Why can't

I get my

whites as

white as

yours,

mother?

That's

because you

need my

secret ingredient.

Oh,

maybe try it

in your own

accent,

Mrs. Sullivan.

Maureen,

I mean.

If you

insist.

That's

because you

need my

secret ingredient,

darling.

Flix.

Flix?

Just one scoop

in my

machine gives

me perfect

whites.

Every wash.

It's wonderful

writing,

Mrs. Wilson.

I don't know

how I'll ever

be able to

manage without

you,

mother.

I'll always

be with you.

Mothers.

Because we'll

always have

Flix.

And their

daughters.

I'm so sorry.

I don't feel so

good.

All right.

Flix.

Er,

Brenda,

can I get you

to step in?

That was

perfect,

you two.

We're going

to go for a

take.

It's

racing!

It's

racing!

That's

because you

need my

secret ingredient,

darling.

Flix.

Oh!

No,

that's a bit

too quick,

Brenda.

Oh,

sorry,

Mrs. S.

Can't.

The fishing rod

isn't working.

Need my

secret ingredient,

darling.

Flix.

Ow!

Are you

all right?

Cut.

That's

because you

need my

secret ingredient,

darling.

Flix.

Flix.

Oh,

crumbs.

I'm so

sorry.

Flix,

of course.

It says

so on

the box.

You

killed

Mrs.

Vale.

Move,

father.

I will

run you

down.

But you're

not a

cold-blooded

killer.

You did

what you

did because

your heart

was broken.

Catherine

Vale was

your mother.

How did

you figure

it out?

your

told you?

Your

reluctance

to write

a script

about

mothers

and

daughters.

Then

your

emotional

response

to the

scene.

And

Mrs. Vale's

earrings dyed

her skin

green,

likewise

your watch,

from holding

her under

soapy water.

You

hired her

to get

close to

her.

I

spent my

life trying

to trace

my

breath

mother.

Then

last year

my father

found me.

He was

dying.

Cancer.

He wanted

me to

know the

truth.

Saul

Hobson.

Her

co-star

in

Love in

the Dust.

I met

him in

the hospice

the day

he died.

The last

thing he

said was

that

Catherine

was my

mother.

So the

time she

spent away

from the

screen when

the talkies

came in

she was

trying to

hide the

scandal of

her own

affair with

a black

man.

To save

her career.

But it

was over

by then

anyway.

She

moved back

to England

so I

came to

manage to

get a

job with

Juan.

Soon as

the flicks

commission

came in

I knew

it was

my chance.

She was

desperate to

make a

comeback.

I was

just happy

to be

around

her.

She

treated me

like dirt.

Perhaps you

painfully

reminded her

of her

long lost

child.

Little knowing

that it was

in fact

you.

Yesterday

when

Frank told me

that she

wanted me

fired I

knew I had

to tell her

who I was

who I was.

You can't

fire me.

I can do

anything I

damn well

please.

I'm the star.

But I'm

your daughter.

I do not

have a

daughter.

So told me.

Margaret.

I prefer

Meg.

I understand

why you

didn't want

me in your

life then.

But I'm

here now.

And I

thought that

maybe we

could

please

mother.

Don't call

me that.

Just let me

be in your

life.

I don't want

you in my

life.

I want

my career

back.

No one

needs to

know of

this.

You

understand?

No one.

How can

you do

this?

Easily.

You should

never have

been born.

No.

No.

That's not

true.

I should

have got

rid of

you.

And now

she's gone

and I

have nothing

left.

you must

confess

and repent

your sin

for the

sake of

your

immortal

soul.

Tell the

police

everything.

He'll

hang me.

If you

don't,

then Frank

Hicks

faces the

gallows.

They

will be

lenient.

This was

not a

premeditated

act of

evil.

In that

moment you

were a

lost,

wounded

child.

But if

you run,

Miss

Wilson,

this pain

will never

end.

I don't

know how

I'll ever

manage without

you,

Mother.

I'll

always be

with you

because

we'll

always have

flicks.

Cut.

Check

that.

If that's

clear,

it's a

wrap.

You're

incredible.

So moving

and so

real.

I don't

know what

happened.

I just

suddenly felt

so sad.

I knew you

could do it.

For the first

time, I feel

like I know

what kind of

actress I'm

meant to be.

You were

rather marvellous

too.

she was.

You were

truly.

Proper

bought a

tear to

my eye,

Mrs.

Sullivan,

I can tell

you.

Wasn't that

just a hay

fever,

Sergeant?

Good girl.

It's just a

shame Meg and

Father Brown

missed it.

Oh, look.

Meg, it

worked.

We got it.

That's great,

Ron.

I'm really

happy for you.

For us?

Wait till you

see it.

I might have

to imagine

it.

Inspector

Sullivan,

Catherine

Vale,

she was

my mother

and I

need to

speak to

you.

Her own

mother.

Nicole.

Poor

Catherine.

Who

are Meg?

Come on,

I'll make

you a nice

cup of

tea.

I wish

Meg had

told me

who she

was.

I could

have

helped.

Perhaps

her shame

at her

abandonment

was too

much to

bear.

I told

Edith

everything.

She's

incredibly

hurt,

but she

still wants

me to come

home and

talk.

thank you,

father.

Have

faith,

Mr.

Salison.

To

err is

human,

to

forgive

divine.

good to see

you again,

friend.

I had to

come and

thank you for

saving my

bacon,

didn't I?

Finished advert

airs tonight.

Eve is a

proper star in

the making.

Wait till you

see her.

What you got

there,

Sarge?

I promised

Mrs. Goodfellow

that you'd sign a

box for her.

She's such a

fan.

This is it,

Edgar,

the day our

lives change.

Will you do the

honours as well,

Mrs. Sullivan?

I'd be delighted,

Sergeant.

Violet and I

will be

watching.

That reminds

me,

Mrs.

Sullivan,

to thank you

for stepping

in,

a token of

my appreciation,

and by way

of an apology.

That's so

kind.

I don't

understand.

What do you

have to apologise

for,

Frank?

The finished

advert might not

be quite what

you're expecting.

There now

follows a short

commercial break.

Here we go.

Grey again?

Why can't I get

my whites as

whites as

yours,

Mother?

Flicks?

Just one

scoop of

flicks in

your machine

gives you

perfect whites.

It's every

mother's secret.

I don't know

how I'll ever

be able to

manage without

you,

Mother,

but we'll

always have

flicks.

Flicks.

Flicks.

Well,

it certainly

makes you feel

something.

Hmm.

Yeah.

Sad.

Um,

was you

a ghost

all along,

then?

No,

they've

changed the

concept.

Oh!

Well,

you're not

too disappointed,

are you?

No!

No,

I'm perfectly

happy here

as parish

secretary.

What did you

think,

Father?

I think

fame's loss

is

Campbellford's

game.

Yeah.

Well,

I might not

be a

television star,

but...

We'll

always have

flicks.

Ha-ha-ha!

Come on!

Come on,

now!

Come on!

He's

going on.

Come on!

More

than

you

who

can

camb