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- I just want
to say thank you so much

for your bids and donations.

You have all been absolutely
amazing.

And the church tower will be saved!

CHEERING

She really knows how to
raise money, does that one.

Oh, she's a dynamo, alrighty.

Vicar Etta, she must be pleased.

Well, she didn't look it.

- I'd better get back.
- I'll walk you.

How about a quick visit to Valhalla
And Chips, warm the cockles?

Come on, put your arm to bed.

Stella must have drummed up some
dosh there tonight at the auction.

I calculate from the sales and
the cash-o-meter that they will be

in excess of 40,000 and 16 pence.

- She'll be bob-on as well!
- What a brain.

You're going to make it, baby!

Where did the vicar get to?
She left pretty darn sharpish.

CHURCH BELLS PEAL

What? It's not Sunday.

BELLS RING DISCORDANTLY

OWL HOOTS

Help!

Help me! Help me!

If you just take a step back,
please. Take a step back.

CLOCK TICKS LOUDLY

CHURCH BELLS RING
Well, there they are, Robin,

the bells, just about holding up,
like four shabby, ancient rugby lads

shoulder to shoulder,
encouraging each other on.

- But for how much longer?
- I've seen for years it's crumbling.

Mum was always commenting on it.
She was church cleaner, you know.

Those cobwebs wouldn't have
been there back in her day.

Sometimes I think the spider webs
are the only thing holding it up.

People keep saying that we need
a social media campaign,

and I'm hopeless,
and we have no money...

...so I cannot thank you enough for
offering up your computer skills.

Well, since Mum passed,
I spend all me time online.

- But I'm no expert, like.
- Quite frankly, anything will help.

Er... did you get time
to look at my booklet,

A Short Introductory History
Of The Churches Of Blossom Vale?

No, sorry... No.

Looks really interesting, though.

Shall we?

ORGAN PLAYS QUIETLY

I can't get a peep
out of the library.

SOBBING

Are you all right?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm overcome. Vicar,
I hope you don't mind -

I am taking a record of my late,
late ancestor, long-time vicar

and founding father of this church,

the right reverend
Stirling Tobias Norris.

Stella Tobias Norris.

Pleased to meet you.

This is Robin. He's in charge of the
website for our Save The Tower fund.

I heard about this!

It would be sacrilege for
my ancestor's church to go to ruin.

I have a calling to help,
and I will.

Though I must return to the States
in a few days,

what little time I have is yours.

Oh, and yours,
Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandpappy.

I will not let you down.

Here. The first stepping stone.

Mercy!

£10,000? I don't know what to say.

Say nothing, Vicar. Get the word
out, get the church hall ready

for an auction, Friday.
Friday! Make a miracle.

The town has until Friday
to save the tower.

- Get on it, Robin!
- Yes. My new right-hand man.

So she is from Dixieland,
this fiery fundraiser.

Oh, yeah, all the way through.
She's tall, too.

She's like a stretched-out Dolly
Parton, but with jet-black hair,

you know, like Elvis black,
piled up to the sky.

She's all over town.
She's drumming up cash

and contributions for the auction.

You know, I was in Cath's caff
having a decaf...

- Bet she couldn't say that again!
- Anyhow, I'd just missed this Stella

but she went out with a cake stand,
a cash donation and a free meal,

- by all accounts.
- So did Cath
muster up a Southern delicacy?

Oh, no. No, no, no, she wanted
Spam, peas, a fried egg and chips.

The kind of belly buster you
might need to save a church tower.

Mm. Well, the last I heard,
she was in Runard's.

Good luck with
that moustachioed miser.

He still owes me for my granny's
Victoriana condiment flange.

We all know about
your granny's flange.

Oh!

You sure have some beautiful
things here, Mr Race Runard.

Well, thank you. I find they are
even more astoundingly beautiful

- when in your orbit.
- Why, thank you, kind sir!

- My pleasure.
- Now, about that matter of donating

- one of your precious artefacts.
- I only hesitate because...

Do not tell me I have to leave
your heavenly emporium empty-handed.

BELL TINKLES

Oh, dearest Uh-Huh is here!
Yet another sideys trim?

No, erm, I actually have
an important announcement.

- There is an escaped convict
on the loose.
- Say what?!

Not to panic anyone, but
as we're within a 50-mile radius

of the prison, we've been requested
to ask that residents

just keep on alert, that's all.
I can't really tell you much more,

apart from the fact that he does
have quite a distinctive scar

down his cheek. Does anyone
have any questions?

- Is he good-looking?
- Is he dangerous?

Let's just say it's probably best
not to approach him

- if you do encounter him.
- What's his name?

Well, he's not likely to give you
his real name,

but it is Ricky Matthews.
But he goes by the name Zag.

- How long has he been at large for?
- Since this morning.

BELL TINKLES

- Her hair's still wet.
- Nothing stops the Pony Express!

Uh-huh!

THEY GRUNT RHYTHMICALLY

Odin! Odin! Odin!
THEY GRUNT

Valhalla!

How do you know that chant?

Couldn't say. Instinct, maybe?

My momma and daddy
had their DNA done -

Daddy nothing,
but Momma, it came back, well,

100% Viking!

No Odin-ing way!

So a Viking stands before you.

Or a Viking princess,
as my daddy liked to brag.

He was right.

Stan.

Now, if I take that,
you're not going to throw me

over your shoulder, are you,
and sail away with me?

- No.
- With his back?
Are you kidding?

- And he gets seasick.
- Oi, watch it.

I'm collecting cash and donations
for the church tower.

Oh, well, say no more. Kev,
empty that tip box into her handbag.

Thank you, kind Norsemen.

Oh, excuse me, boys.

Seems like a well-established
business you have here.

- Uh-huh.
- You own it outright?

He does. This year is
his final mortgage payment.

-
- Valhalla!

Aye. It weren't easy,
but it is all mine.

You are to be congratulated.

You never know
who you're going to kiss.

I never thought she'd come.

- Eh?
- I've been waiting for
a Viking princess all my life.

- Locks of hair.
- That's all the famous
people that she's cut for.

Look here, Robin, look.

Noddy Holder.

Ozzy Osbourne.

- And Cilla Black!
- That's very good, yeah.

This is an amazing collection.
Might it be something that you could

donate to the church auction?
This would command a pretty penny.

Oh, I, er...

Wait a minute.

RUMBLING AND BANGING

CAT YOWLS

BANGING AND CRASHING

Interesting place,
suspended in the seventies.

That's our Lily.

BICYCLE BELL RINGS

How about this?

Left in the yard since 1972,
it seems.

Falling apart,
but a Chopper bike all the same.

- What?
- It swept the nation
in the seventies.

It's roughly based on
the Hell's Angel Chopper bike,

with its lean-back seating
and its raised handlebars.

It's a true icon
of the 1970s style and rebellion.

- What she said.
- Robin, dear,
will you please wheel it out

and place it with
the other offerings?

I have commandeered him away from
the computer screen for the day.

Many hands, and all that.

Now, can I give you a tidy-up?

Oh, no, not at present.

But might you be able
to give dear Robin a tidy-up?

To be an effective right-hand man,
he needs styling.

Thank you so, dear girls. Y'all
put me in mind of Steel Magnolias.

Ohhh!

CAR HORN BEEPS
Have you seen that?

Here is Race Runard, right on cue
to pick up today's haul.

Can I presume to put
Robin's coiffure down to a donation?

Take a seat in Sir Swivel.

Where do you go for a cut
usually, Robin?

- Myself.
- I see.

- Short back and sides.
- OK...
- Me and
Mum had electrical hair clippers.

How do you know Stella?

Church met her. I'm to help her.

What's your name?

- Robin L Tring.
- Did you write

A Short Introductory History
To The Churches Of Blossom Vale:

- An Educational Pamphlet?
- Yes!

Oh, it's very interesting.

I've never met anyone
who's read it before.

Oh, well, I found it online
and I printed it out.

- She printed it out!
- Right, there's quite a bit of

- Mr Dan here...
- Huh?

- That pesky Mr Dan Druff.
- Dandruff.

Right. It's my constant problem.
Sorry. Sorry.

Hey! We can cut through it.
Please don't worry.

And later, I've some products
I can recommend.

So do we know which part of the USA
Stella is from?

Er, not sure. The... South.

Do we know where, exactly?

Down the South.

Well, she certainly knows
how to persuade, all right.

Is that her field?

I think back in the States, yes,
lots of that type of thing.

She's rich, I think. Gave a massive
donation to help kick us off.

- Really?
- She's always
travelling the world.

Not like me. I haven't really
ever left Blossom Vale.

That's part of the haircut,
she said,

to have it done for a passport.

I have never seen so much dandruff.
And he's like an adoring lapdog.

- Did you see?
- He couldn't hide it.

Oh, there's something off-kilter
here, like a bob cut

- that isn't truly aligned.
- It's the accent. You know,

there's not just one
Southern accent. There are many.

I made a thorough study when I did
Streetcar Named Desire at A-level.

I bet you did. And Stella?

Inconsistent. And you know
how I feel about that.

I do. I certainly do.

Well, maybe she travelled
all over t'Southern states.

Mm... Was a bit Gone With The Wind
and Dolly Parton pastiche.

Hey, did you notice, when I
so much as glanced at her hair

she moved away from me
across t'salon?

- I did notice!
- There was no touching
that construction, was there?

So high!

Oh! That's better!

-
- Here y'are, bab,
come outta the corner.

Let's have a proper look at ya.

I got you some gear from the
charity shop. Gratis, of course.

Try this jacket on.

There you go.
See? Clothes maketh the man.

Right, where we at? How much we got?

Well, the accounts you said I had to
open, I can hardly keep track.

Get it together.

We've got about 2,500
so far already.

That's no good. Not enough,
not enough by a long chalk.

- Oh...
- Look, it's cos
I'm desperate about our future.

I told you. I love you.

We're going to run away together.

- You still love me, don't ya?
- Yes! You mean everything.

You see, we need more money.
I miscalculated.

When we first met online,
you said you owned an 'ouse,

that you were an author.
I see now you live in your mum's

old rented cottage and wrote
a pamphlet nobody wants.

I know. I'm sorry.
I wanted you to want me.

Thank God you told me about
the church fund and raising money.

We have our plan now,
haven't we, bab?

I'm terrified.

We have to go abroad - and soon,
my love. I told you about my ex.

He's in prison right now,
but that's not enough for me.

Knowing him, he could appear
any time.

Any time. Any time!

He's beyond dangerous.
Anything could happen to me.

Don't worry.

Speed is of the essence, though.

As long as I can keep
switching between Birmingham...

-
- ...and Birmingham, Alabama...

-
- ...we'll be all right.

SHE SIGHS

Uncle Stan, battered sausage,
buttered barm cake.

Just take a seat, mate. Ta.

Where you going?

I need to find her.

Uncle Stan, you only met her once!

We did not meet.

We were destined.

HORN TOOTS
Here we are!

Thank you for the lift.

Well, as you know, I am constantly
at your service, dear one,

day... and night.

Why thank you, kind sir.
SHE CHUCKLES

Oh! Just admiring that ring.

- May I try it?
- Of course you may!

Ah, lovely.

Mercy, I can't remove it.

Oh, never mind.

You can return it at our next
rendezvous - which is tonight,

before you even answer.

Just call, and I'll appear
in a little puff of magic.

You're listening to your local
radio station, Blossom Vale FM.

I don't know why she bothers,
she's always way behind our Wincey.

Today's headlines:
the escaped convict Richard Matthews

is thought to be hiding
or travelling in the area.

- Thank you very much.
- Citizens are warned to be vigilant.

Tomorrow, the auction for
Save Our Tower begins at 6.30

in St Bartholomew's church hall.
A small admission price of £3...

So, what you feeling, our Clary?

There's just no mention
of Stella anywhere.

Hello!

- Oh, Vicar!
- Hi.
- Howdy.

- Have any of you seen Stella?
- Not since earlier.

I've been waiting at the church
for her for over an hour.

I've given up and gone in search.

Hey, Wincey, have you seen Stella?

Oh, she was emptying
the charity shop, last I saw of her.

Oh, thank you.

- Nice to see you again, Vicaretta.
- Yeah, you too.

You know it's "Vicar" then "Etta"?
Her name is not Vicaretta.

Oh! What a relief.

She sounded like an ice cream.

Stan!

Why, thank you.

Suddenly able to look you
in the eyes like this.

Why, how kind they are.

Can I help?

Well, I must complete this
for my ancestor.

Ancestors is everything
to us Vikings.

I need to descend.

Oh!

Er, I have something for you. It's
the most precious thing that I own.

- Oh, Stan!
- It means everything to me.

- I want you to have it
for your auction.
- Valuable?

- Priceless.
- Oh!
- It's the thing
that I've built my entire life on.

Oh, I see.

The Ladybird Book Of Vikings.

- Well!
- I'm sorry, I've crayoned
a few of the beards in,

but I was just a young kid
when I first got it.

Stan, to me, philanthropy
is the mark of a great man.

It melts my heart every time.

I have my chippy and my nephew
and the Viking re-enactment society

of Blossom Vale -
and surrounding districts.

But... I am so...

...so lonely.

Oh, Stan, I know that feeling.

- You do?
- Yes, we are
in the same longboat, you and I.

HE GASPS

HE STRAINS

I pledge my allegiance and service
to thee. What does thou need?

Well, at the moment...

...money - loads of it,
if I am to save this tower.

You will have it,
I swear before Odin!

Are you... trothed to another?

- Sorry?
- The ring.

Oh! That's Race Runard's.

Oh, that one,
that would be best there.

Can you just put that one

on the table over there?
SHE GIGGLES

Oh, and you, handsome man,

right over there.
SHE GIGGLES

- Yes.
- Thank you.

PHONE CHIMES

SHE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

BELL TINKLES

Runard!

Yes?

I have come
to fathom your intentions.

- I'm sorry?
- Towards the honourable Stella.

- What the heck is this?
- In my
tradition, this calls for a contest,

man against man.

Now, listen, mush,
I'm sorry to break it to you,

but you run a backstreet chippy,
you're not a Viking.

Man against man.

Oh, what? Ludicrous!

Oh, it's a duel, is it? Ooh!

Oh, well, then, why don't we just
fight with these?

You know, they're here already.
Might as well use them, eh?

- No need.
- Oh!
- I have
my weapon of choice.

Oh, my God! No. Please, keep calm,
dear boy. Mind me artefacts.

I'd keep a tight eye
on your artefacts, if I were you.

Look, no. Listen, I am
no threat to you at all.

- I'm not interested in her, actually.
- You gave her a ring.

Er, yeah. No, just...

...put your big weapon down
and I'll explain.

Thank you.

See, the thing is...

...the ring is a fake.

It's a worthless trinket. I gave it
to her as a test. It's a trap,

cos I am watching to see if she
pulls the oldest grift in the book -

pretend the ring will not come off

and then you come back later with
it, but swapped with a counterfeit.

I'm expecting her back any time
soon, you see. It was just a ruse.

I don't want her hand in marriage,

but I would like her
to come and work here in my shop.

You don't often find
one as polished as she.

You know, she'd be
a great saleswoman,

but also, she'd spot a fraudster
a mile off.

Oh...

All right. Bye-bye.

BELL TINKLES

APPLAUSE

And here we are!

- Ring-ring!
- Thank you so much.

Congratulations.

- Y'all having a good time?
- Oh, yes!
- Keep on drinking!

- Why, hello, Mr Race Runard.
- Oh, my dear lady.

- Stella? I need to talk to you.
- Dearest Reverend, not now.

We press forward.

Stan!

APPLAUSE

Blossom Valers, you are doing great!

Let's hear it for yourselves.

CHEERING
Lord Mayor!

I want y'all to push
that cash-o-meter through the roof!

CHEERING

Fantastic. Now for our next lot.

What am I bid for
this pretty little parasol?

Protect yourselves
from the sun and the rain

or overattentive admirers.

Can someone start me off with 50?

- £50.
- Shirl, did you put vodka
in this?

- Do I hear 60?
- Two and a half bottles.

WINCEY GASPS
So did I!

Sold to that cute little man.

Congratulations. Now, before
we move on to our next lot,

remember to keep
those cash donations rolling in.

Oh, roll, roll, roll.
APPLAUSE

Robin? Where's my little Robin?

Robin is passing among you.

- Yessirree!
- The bells!

The Bell's! Like what I put in here.

No! No, the church tower ones.

- Bing-bong.
- There we are.
- Bing-bong.
- Now for our next lot,

a giraffe.

Yes, full size.

Can someone start me off?

- 12 pounds and 10 pence!
- Any advance?

No? Sold to the lovely PC Adam!

I must be mental.
I bloody donated it!

From the lost property!
Would you believe it?

- Where's Kevin tonight?
- He's minding the fort.

I had to be here.

A bit of
a controversial lot here.

Me!

CHEERING

A cream tea with little old me.

Can I hear 50?

- 50!
- Ooh! 60?

70!

80.

£100.

Shush your mush,
you little tyke. 150.

- 200!
- Steady on, old boy!

300.

350.

400!

-
- Ooh!
- Sold to that lovely hunk of a man.

APPLAUSE

Congratulations, Stan. And
by the way, the ring did come back.

Half-decent copy. And her contacts
are quick, I'll give her that.

As to value, as I predicated,
could do better out of a lucky bag.

Can you come and give me a hand?
I need a little help.

- Just a teeny bit.
- Er, yeah... I'll bring... Yeah.

OK. Wow. erm, so, we've been asked
to announce lot 25.

What am I bid for this clockwork
cake stand that plays

If You Like Pina Coladas
And Getting Caught In The Rain?

- Lord Rupert?
- £5!

Don't let up on the cash donations,
either. Keep them coming in!

- Any... Any more?
- £10.

£10. Amazing. £10.

12.50. 12.50. Anything else?
Anyone else? 12.50?

- 15!
- 15, amazing.
Anyone else?

£20!

£20! Amazing.
£20. Anyone else?

Pity. Could have had
our very own chippy.

I'll settle for a villa in Thailand.

Tonight's the night.
Just need to get the payoff.

- How much?
- Be around 40 grand, maybe more.

- Did you get that passport for me?
- Of course.

The plane's booked.
We travel tonight.

SHE CHUCKLES

Going once. Going twice.

Sold! Sold to the lady...
APPLAUSE

Stella!

It's been so long.

What about that mug, Robin?
Will he give us any trouble?

Leave him to me.

I just want to say
thank you so much for coming

and all your bids and donations.

The church tower is
going to be saved! Woo!

I love y'all. I love you.
Mwah! Mwah!

SHE LAUGHS
Hey, that went well!

She really knows how to
raise money, does that one.

Oh, she's a dynamo, alrighty.

Oh, good old Stella,
saving the church tower.

Does that rhyme? Or has Wincey
and Shirl's punch sent me woozy?

- Woozy.
- Got you.

Well done, Stella!

There she blows!

Vicar Etta, only been here
five minutes and already on the way

to getting her tower saved.
She must be pleased.

She didn't really look it.

Stella! I want to talk to you...

- ...if that IS your name.
- What are you talking about?

- What are you up to?
- Saving
your tower, if you hadn't noticed.

- I've rumbled you.
- What?

Well, for a start,
that £10,000 cheque you gave me

went on a bungee jump,
bouncing in and out of the bank.

- I haven't got time for this.
- Well, make time.

Also, according to this,
the pamphlet that Robin wrote,

Stirling Tobias Norris,
your ancestor,

was childless and unmarried.

-
- OK, OK. We've both got
a few secrets, haven't we?

- I wasn't sure at first,
but that grip tells a story.
- What?

A little place called
Bronzefield nick.

You were young, but you were the big
I am, though, weren't you, then?

Coming back now, is it, Reverend?

I want answers, not a diversion.
Where's the money?

- What, you after your cut?
- You want to watch your mouth.

Yeah, that's more like it.

You're a bigger scammer
than I could ever be.

Thought I recognised you.

I was in on a minor fraud charge.
You were on a much more serious

wing, a known leader
of a notorious girl gang.

Grievous bodily harm, wasn't it?

Robbery, wasn't it?

Drug dealing, wasn't it?

Blimey, I could go on and on.

You'd better watch your back...

...unless you want your precious
parishioners to know the truth.

- I'd better get back.
- I'll walk you.

- No! You've two buses to catch.
- I know a short cut.

How about a quick visit to Valhalla
And Chips, warm the cockles?

Come on, put your arm to bed.

- Shame.
- What is?
- Me poor old Chopper didn't sell.

Ta-ra, girls!

Where did the vicar get to?
She left pretty darn sharpish.

CHURCH BELLS PEAL

What? It's not Sunday.

BELLS RING DISCORDANTLY

Help!

Help me! Help!

Help me!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I think I need to take it from here.
One of the lads might be able

to give you a lift.

PHONE RINGS
Sorry, I need to take this.

Hello?

Yeah.

For what it's worth,
I didn't do it.

- What happened?
- I suspected a scam.

10,000 was never paid over as
promised. I confronted her about it.

- Yes?
- Let's just say this isn't
the first time I've been in cuffs.

- You can talk to us, Vicar.
- Still calling me Vicar?

If only you knew how much
that title means to me.

I have a chequered past -

girl gangs, violence, jail.

It's where I found God. I lost
my liberty and found my liberation.

But I couldn't tell people that.

I wanted you to get to know me,
to trust me.

All I can say is "follow the money".

ADAM SIGHS

The auction money has just been
found, hidden in your office.

And Robin's reported
that all the charity bank accounts

that were set up through the church
have been emptied.

Shall we have a chat
down the station?

- Go ahead.
- Sighting of Matthews on
the edge of town. Details to follow.

Er, there's been a sighting
of the prisoner. I've got to go.

- Adam?
- Yeah?

Be careful.

Yeah. Will do.

POLICE SIRENS BLARE

- Everything all right, mate?
- Yeah, all good.

Car's not looking great.
MATTHEWS GRUNTS

Stop! Police! Stop where you are!

Back up!

Stay down! Stay down!

Grab him!

SHOUTING

Get off! I haven't done anything!
Get off me!

Think of what Etta said - follow
the money. Where is the money?

It's vanished. Save Our Tower page,
gone. The lot.

I just can't bear to think of
the image of that dead body,

- swaying in the ropes.
- Yeah, I see it, too,

and all that flying dust
in the stream of the moonlight.

Yes, settled on her velvet suit.

- Yes.
- And on the shoulders of it.

Was it dust from the bells above?

Oh, Lily. Oh, I can see it now.
Oh, it was...

- Dandruff!
- White against the velvet.

And you can't get dandruff
from a wig!

The Save Our Tower page, gone.
Bank accounts, empty.

- Robin!
- Robin.

- Go away!
- Please let us in.

Well, that's a bad sign.

HE WAILS

HE SOBS

Thank you.

What happened, Robin?

She did it, that vicar.

You will have to tell us
the truth, Robin. Clary, tell him.

Your DNA will be in the dandruff
found at the crime scene.

What happened? You can tell us.

I was always a loner.

But since she - Mum - passed,
it's been so lonely.

I began to live life online,
started looking at online dating.

Suddenly, she came into my life.

- Stella?
- Rita, she was called at first.

I could not believe
she could be interested in me.

It's like I began to,
for the first time, have a life.

- Shall I get you a drink?
- Thank you.

It was all a scam. When she
found out about the church tower,

she hatched this plan to set it up,
then take off with the money.

She will come in the guise of
Stella, a Southern belle.

All I have to do is to pretend
I don't know her

and follow instructions. I was
scared to death but so in love.

Here you go, Robin.

She told me to drain the accounts

and meet her at the bell tower
with the cash from the auction.

- Where is it?
- Here.
- The accounts?
- All done.
- Good.

The worst was when
I went to kiss her.

Get away! God!

- We love each other.
- You disgust me.

You... You kissed that man.
SHE LAUGHS

Course I kissed him.
He's my partner and lover.

Haven't you woken up yet?
You think I'd be with you?

I do this all the time. It's
my living, taking people like you.

I lost control.

I lost control.

Later, I hid the cash in the vicar's
office, knowing it would frame her,

told the police it had gone missing
from the hall. So sorry. Sorry.

Robin, we are here to arrest...

Erm...

- You just...
- Come on.

So phase one for the work is raised.

Thank you, thank you all.
And thank you for accepting me.

I couldn't have asked for
a more welcoming and loving parish.

Ahhh!

Let the bells peal out in thanks.
Come on, old lads, ring out.

BELLS PEAL

CHEERING

- Well, thank God you're safe.
- It's all in the line of duty.

We returned Zag. He kind of
gave up any fight when he heard

about Stella, so we won't be
seeing him for a very long time.

- Lovely it worked out.
- Well, the money was recovered.

- Robin gave us all the help he could.
- Well, I'll say it again,

I'm very glad you're safe.
I was very worried.

SHE KISSES

Er...

I, er... I was...

What... What are you doing
on Saturday?

Saturday's our busiest day.

Oh. Er, right.

But Sunday...

Sunday's not, though.

Uncle Stan? I bought it back
for you.

KEV WINCES

- So good of you, Rupert.
- Sorry?

To give such a generous donation,
matching what was raised.

- I...
- You are a good man.

Well, thank you.

It's the agricultural society's
annual Rose of the Year award

next month, and I'm submitting
Lily Rose,

and I just wondered if perhaps
you'd be my guest of honour.

I will look in the appointment book.

Only joking. Course I'll be there.

Well, that's very good.

Well, let's continue
with the celebrations.

There's plenty of food and drink.

No fear, my sweet
seventies playlist is here.

Love Is In The Air
by John Paul Young

Love Is In The Air!

LAUGHTER

♪ Love is in the air

♪ Everywhere I look around

♪ Love is in the air

♪ Every sight and every sound

♪ And I don't know
if I'm being foolish

♪ And I don't know
if I'm being wise

♪ But it's something
that I must believe in

♪ And it's there
when I look in your eyes... ♪

Ohhh...

♪ Love is in the air

♪ Da-da-da da-da-da-da
Love is in the air

♪ Oh, oh, ohhh
Oh, oh, ohhh... ♪