All language subtitles for Hetty Wainthropp Investigates - S04E03 - Digging for Dirt.en

[Knock on door]

Mrs. weston?
It's Gordon Gregson.

Mrs. weston?

[Sighs]

Oh, come on, enid.
Talk to me.

Enid, talk to me.

Look, you made
your point.

Nobody's listening
anymore--

not the council, nor
the press, nobody.

Everybody's gone,
enid.

Don't "enid" me!

Ah, it's good to hear
you're sounding so fit.

It can't be
any fun in there.

I'll worry about that.

I've got something
for you--

a first installment

on top of what's
already on offer.

Keep it. I don't
want your money.

I'm pushing it
through.

I'm warning you,
Gregson.

Ah! You cow!

And don't think
it were water!

One way or another,

you're coming out
of there.

Do you hear?
You're coming out.

And I don't care
if it's in a box!

[Whirring]

The Whitby gazette
doesn't have

a classified column
for lost relatives.

Where do you think
my inquiry should go?

Well, put a little box

in the "family
announcements" section--

your cousin's name
on top,

asking her
to get in touch.

Just that?

And maybe something
lower down

to say there's no money
in it for her.

That strimmer
seems to be working.

Why did Noreen bainbridge
think it was yours?

She didn't.

You mean she
gave it to you?

No, perhaps not.

Well, don't bring it
in here.

You don't know
where it's been.

[Telephone rings]

Oh.

Hello.

Is this the wainthrop
detective agency?

Yes.

Brian weston.
A friend thought

you might be
able to help.

I've got a problem,
with me mother.

Come in.

Yes, of course.
I've read about her.

Buckley ma weston.
"Wild weston."

Yes. Well, at first,
it was fair enough.

She had to make
a protest. Ok.

But she's been holed up
in that place

without water, gas,
or electricity

for 6 months now.

Who's supplying her
with food?

Thank you. Me,
my wife, friends.

As I remember,

she wants to draw attention
to the building.

Glebe hamlets.
Oh, there's no question

the building's
a civic disgrace.

It began falling apart
as soon as it was built,

due to subsidence.

Mom wants the guilty
people named

and brought to book.

The guilty
people?

The builder,

the council officials
who let it happen.

After nearly
30 years?

She says when they
demolish the building,

the evidence will be destroyed
and everything forgotten.

And what
do you say?

Well, I say
she should give up

and get on
with her life.

I thought the law
decided that sort of thing.

Oh, she's had
eviction orders,

but if she won't
give herself up,

they'd have to
use force,

and so far, the council
have backed away from that.

Don't want to
give the press

any more photo
opportunities, eh?

Right. Well, it's
a meet-and-drink to them.

Some barmy old dear,

laughing at them blindly
behind her barricades.

What about her councillor? Can't
he do anything for her?

Well, that's
why I'm here.

I am her councillor.

[Knocks]

Is...Janet in?

Yeah. You Geoff?

Yes.

Hi. I'm Adie.
Come in.

She's in the shower.
Take a pew.

Oh. Cheers.

It's an embarrassment.
Of course it is.

The council have agreed
a price for the site,

but a sale
won't go through

unless the buyer
gets vacant possession.

Your mother's
standing between

the council
and a fair

few thousand
pounds, then.

You must be very popular
down at the town hall.

I'm getting stuck
from both ends.

Because I'm a councillor,
me mother won't believe

I've tried to get to the truth
about Glebe hamlets.

And have you?

Well, I've done
what I can.

But if a week's a long time
in politics,

what's a quarter
of a century?

So, how can I help?

Well, I think it's a bit
of a wild-goose chase,

but if she
can be convinced

that a proper investigation's
been carried out,

she just might come out
without anymore fuss.

Hi.
Hiya.

Are you putting that
straight on?

Yeah. Why?

It's a bit damp,
isn't it?

It's all right.
I've got to go.

I'll see you both.
Have a good night.

Yeah. Bye.

Ok. Bye-bye.

Ah, he's a nice bloke.

Yeah?

I was dead lucky. I could
have wound up with anybody.

Instead of
just his body.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

What, Geoff?

Well, it's just
a bit off-putting

to be met at the door by
a half-naked stranger,

that's all.

He was ironing.

Yeah,
as it happens.

So?

So nothing.

Good.

Are we going out
or not?

Yeah...If you want.

Right. I'll get
me coat.

Do us a favor.

Put the ironing board
away, will you?

[Sighs]

He seems a nice enough
lad to me, Geoffrey.

Hmm.

You don't want them getting
too pally, is that it?

He's just finished
with his girlfriend.

That's why he's there.

If Janet and this fella
are working together

at the garage
and sharing a flat...

There's more chance
of boredom setting in

than anything else.

That's comforting.

I'd say so.

[Engine stops]

[Knocking]

Mrs. weston?

Hetty wainthrop.

Who's that with you?

Mr. Shawcross,
my partner.

Get rid of him.

Wait in the car,
Geoffrey.

[Latches rattling]

You must feel
very strongly.

Oh, you could say.

It's a lousy
building,

but the people that
lived here were diamonds.

A hundred or so at one time--
a real community.

Thank you.

Then conditions got so bad,
people had to move out.

Wouldn't the council
repair it?

No. You can't
blame them.

It would be good
money after bad.

It wants knocking down
and starting again.

Isn't that what
they want to do?

Oh, yes. And did
my son tell you,

oh, the council are
selling the site, too?

No.

Gordon Gregson--

the builder that built
this rotten pile

in the first place.

Well, perhaps he's learned
a thing or 2 by now.

Oh, I'm sure.

Next time, he'll lay
proper foundations

for a start.

But he won't be building
for council tenants.

They'll be apartments
for young professionals.

And you want to
expose this Gregson

as a Jerry builder?

No need for me
to do that.

That's for anyone to see
with their own eyes.

No. I want to nail him
for corruption,

him and anyone else
that were in with him.

We're talking over
25 years, Mrs. weston.

If there was
any wrongdoing,

don't you think
people

would have covered
their tracks by now?

Are you a detective
or not?

Yes.

Then get a scent
and go after it.

I got a scent,
all right.

The state
she's living in.

I feel guilty
tucking in.

She sounds
batty to me.

No, very much
with it.

Do you think we
can do anything?

I don't know, Geoffrey.

One thing's certain--
she won't give up

until she's convinced me
that I darn good try.

Thanks.
That was great.

There's some pudding.

Oh, no, thanks.

I'm full
to bursting.

Oh.

And there's
something

I've got to ask
Janet about.

Ah.

About the car.

Right.

So...
See you later.

He's like a cat
up the curtain

since she took
that lodger.

[Door closes]

What have you been
up to today?

Doing a good turn,
over the road.

Oh?

Strimming.

Noreen's put
the word around.

No wonder she said

you're never alone
with a strimmer.

Ha ha ha.

[Car door closes]

Hiya. Come in.

There's something
wrong with the car.

Oh. Do you want Adie
to have a look at it for you?

No.

Adie.
Hi, Geoff.

All right.

I want you to have
a look at it.

We went
for a pizza.

For 2 hours?

It's supposed
to be fast food.

He wants to talk
about his ex-girlfriend.

They were together
for more than a year.

He's pretty caught up
about it.

Yes, you've said.

And you're a shoulder
to cry on.

Is there something
wrong with that?

It depends.

He doesn't
fancy me, Geoff.

How do you know?

I know.
That's all.

Happy now?

No.

For pity's sake.

How can I be happy,
him up there with you,

sharing his pizzas

and testing his shirts
for dampness?

I didn't say
we shared a pizza.

Well, did you?

Yeah.

Well, there you are, then.
Lies already.

If you hadn't been
such a wimp

with the Wainthrops,

you could have been
my lodger.

You didn't give me
time to tell them.

I didn't have time!

This isn't going to
work, is it?

No.

Mr. Gregson?

Yes.

Mrs. wainthrop.

Oh, yes.

Your office said
I might catch you here.

Did they, now?

I hope
I'm not imposing.

That depends.
What can I do for you?

Enid weston.

What about her?

You know her,
of course?

Yes, I know her,
and, no, I won't be

proposing her
for club membership.

I like a man with a sense
of humor, Mr. Gregson.

What's
your interest?

I'd like Mrs. weston
to leave Glebe hamlets

before they fall down
on top of her.

Fine by me.

Not to mention
the council.

But if you're
a friend,

you'll know what
we're up against.

The money's there,
if she wants it.

You know she won't
budge for money.

What else is there?

A confession
perhaps.

You built Glebe
hamlets, didn't you?

Ah...A long time ago.

Not long for bricks
and mortar, though.

It's not a secret--
mistakes were made.

And bribes taken?

You don't strike me
as the kind of woman

who believes
everything she hears.

Ignorance and ambition--
that's all I was guilty of.

Oh, you didn't know

you were building
on an old landfill site.

I've just said,
mistakes were made.

Then I'm surprised
you want to buy

the same sites
and start again.

Knock the place down

and build something
to be proud of.

What better way
of repairing the damage?

To your own
reputation maybe.

But that's
no consolation

for the families who
have lived there.

Is there a point
to this?

If you've got
enid Weston's ear,

tell her to take the money
and move out now

because, take it from me,

a sledgehammer
will have the last word,

and I'm sorry I can't
invite you into the clubhouse.

We do have rather
a strict dress code.

Mrs. wainthrop?

Yes.

Would you like
to come this way?

The corridors of power,
eh, Geoffrey?

Makes you think,
doesn't it?

Yeah. What of?

Floor wax mostly.

Ha ha ha. Yeah.

We were never big fans
of bureaucracy in my family.

My grandfather
always used to say,

"there's no government
like no government."

Still, I suppose
the wheely-bin

has been something
of a success story.

[Music playing]

All done.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Let's have a look.

What's the problem?
It's done.

Just checking.

Thank you.

Well, it doesn't
look as though

they're trying
to hide anything.

Oldest trick
in the book, Geoffrey--

hit you with
a blizzard of paper,

and you'll never find
what you're looking for.

Have you found
something?

No. It's all about
repairs to Glebe hamlets.

Nothing about the original
building work.

The name James Cardwell
comes up a lot in these.

Who was he?

The clerk of works.

His job was to be on site
to check the work.

Hmm.

Any joy?

No, not yet.

If you need me
for anything,

just pick up the phone
and dial 3491.

Thank you.

Oh, there is
something.

Yes?

Mr. James Cardwell,
the clerk of works,

is retired, I imagine.

Oh, yes. A few years
back now.

You don't happen to have
an address for him?

I can check
with personnel for you.

Thank you.

Very obliging.

I wonder why.

Mr. Hoskins.

Hmm?

[Inaudible]

Mrs. wainthrop.

Yes?

Phil Hoskins, director
of technical services.

Oh.

Have you found what
you're looking for?

Not really, no.

Oh. I understand
you're interested

in digging up
some ancient dirt

on the building
of Glebe hamlets.

What gave you
that idea?

Why else
would you bother?

You are a private
detective, aren't you?

Well, there's no secret
in that, Mr. Hoskins.

We are
in the yellow pages.

I know. I checked.

Enid weston must have
more money than I thought.

We're very
reasonable.

My partner--
Mr. Shawcross.

I hope you'll tell her
how helpful we've been.

Well, there's
nothing here

about the building
of Glebe hamlets.

Oh, I'm sure
you'll find something

if you'll look
hard enough.

Some dirt, you mean?

Oh, I'm afraid that's all
in enid Weston's mind.

Really?

Glebe hamlets does
none of us any credit.

On the other hand,
everyone but our Mrs. weston

has been re-housed.

Away from friends
they've known for years.

To make new starts
in better places.

We can't offer more.

Go back and tell
your client

to stop wasting
her money.

Mr. Hoskins.

Hmm?

I've asked
your secretary

for Mr. James
Cardwell's address.

I'll see if she's
found anything.

Thank you.

[Door closes]

The thing is, reverend,

it's not a heavy-duty
strimmer.

Quite the opposite.

Yes. Yes. Yes,
so you've said.

But I really feel
that your grass is...

I see.

Well, I suppose
I could have a look.

Noreen bainbridge
told the vicar.

Oh, you're
well blessed.

Mr. Weston's
waiting.

So, when would
you like me...

Good afternoon,
Mr. weston.

Mr. weston.

I'm sorry to call
without making an appointment.

Oh, that's all right.

We've nothing much
to report, I'm afraid.

I've heard
enough already.

Oh?

You haven't told anybody
it was me who set you on?

No. Why?

Questions from above.

The chairman
of the housing committee

has had Hoskins
on the blower,

wanting to know
who's paying you.

We're ruffling feathers.
That's a good sign.

Oh?

You know what
they say about omelets

and broken eggs,
Mr. weston.

The thing is,
Hoskins says

that if it goes on
much longer,

then Gregson will back out
of buying the site.

Glebe hamlets
will stay derelict,

and the council
will lose their money.

Won't other builders
be interested?

Everybody knows
it was an old tip.

The cost of foundation work
scared them off.

We can stop making inquiries
whenever you want, Mr. weston.

You can convince
me mother

that there's no point
in her going on?

No.

Oh.

I'm inclined
to the opposite view.

The choice is yours,
of course.

They bought the house
off the Cardwells 8 years ago.

Jim Cardwell died
not long after.

Oh. What about
his widow?

Still alive, she thinks,

but she has
no forwarding address.

Won't she still have
his pension?

They're usually very sticky
about giving details.

Besides, unless
the Cardwells shared

a mutual fascination
for reinforced concrete,

it's hard to see
how she can be of help.

You see the problem?
You're asking a boy

to do a man's job.

We have 2 weddings
on Saturday,

and with my usual
man off sick,

I'm hard-pressed to
get it looking straight.

I'm only talking about
tidying the graves

on either side
of the path.

[Music playing]

Hiya.

Hiya.
How's it going?

Fine. What's up?

Nothing.
I just came down

to see if you
need any help.

What sort of help?

What is this?

Well, don't make
a fuss.

Has he sent you?

Just let me look
like I'm looking.

All right?

No, it's not
all right.

I said it's
not all right, Adie!

Janet.

Why did you ask Adie
to check my work?

Because I'm the gaffer.
That's what I do here.

Has a customer
complained?

No.

Then why not ask me
to check on him

or anyone else in this
repair shop, come to that?

You want to cool
your boots, young lady.

"Lady." Is that it?

Is that why you
don't think I'm equal

to any of these blokes?

Listen, if the boss
wants to set you on,

that's up to him.

What you do here
is down to me.

So put up
or shut up!

Stick it.

Ah, thank you for coming in.
Do you like it?

Is this a statue?

A statue
or a sculpture,

something by a local
artist perhaps.

There's not
much space

for children to
play, Mr. Gregson.

No, but this isn't
designed for families.

Couples most likely,
and singles of course.

It's a very big market today--
the single person.

And has it
a name?

No, but I'm open
to suggestions.

Something like
ascot house perhaps

or windsor court.

What about
Gregson towers?

I'll put it
on my list.

How are you going
to stabilize this?

By pile-driving
the foundations in deep.

Why didn't you do that
with Glebe hamlets?

Our test holes
missed the soft spots.

We thought we were going to
build on solid ground.

But you know this.

Do I?

You've been through
the records, haven't you?

The ones that matter are
missing, Mr. Gregson.

Oh?

The building
inspection reports.

But maybe your own
office has copies.

Can we cut the crap,
Mrs. wainthrop?

I don't know what
your role is in this--

enid Weston's friend,
a go-between, or a busybody.

Why don't you just tell me
how much you want.

Thank you.

Fill your lungs,
Geoffrey.

Pure, fresh air.

Do you think
she'll change her mind?

No.

The smell of corruption
is very pungent, Geoffrey.

Make sure it never
sticks to you.

Right. Still...

Still what?

The money would have
come in handy.

What for?

A holiday,
a new stereo system...

Season ticket
for man united.

And what's the good
of all that

if you can't look
yourself in the face?

[Engine starts]

[Strimmer whirring]

[Whirring stops]

Hiya.

Hello.

I called
at the house.

Next-door said
you'd be here.

Why aren't you at work?

I walked out.

Oh...Was that wise?

No. What
are you doing?

Burning this strimmer out
with any luck.

How are you doing,
Mr. wainthrop?

I'm overheating,
reverend.

Oh, dear.

You need a petrol-driven
motor for this job.

Yes. We've got one
already, but it's

out of commission,
I'm afraid.

Yes.
Bust?

Where is it?

It's in the shed
near the west door.

I'll take a look
at it, if you like.

Oh, yes, of course.
Let me show you.

Right.

Right. I'll come
with you.

No. She'll be
watching.

I can't leave you
here, Mrs. wainthrop.

I'll be all right.
Now off to Janet's.

And remember,
lashings of sympathy.

Yeah. Now, I'll collect
you here in one hour.

[Door opens]

Hey!

[Crash]

[Laughter]

Enid! Enid!
It's Hetty wainthrop.

Quickly! Quickly!

No, no, no.

It'll steady you.

No. I'm all right
now, thank you.

You say this happens
all the time?

Soon as it's dark.

Who are they?

I've never seen
their faces.

I just hear them
in the corridors,

down the stairwells,

in the flats above.

Gregson's men?

Who else?

I wish I had
something to report

that would persuade you
once and for all to leave.

As long as I know
you're on the job,

I'm happy.

The technical
services director

let us see
the council records.

Hoskins.

Mmm. We found nothing.

No surprise there.

He were the buildings
inspector

when this place
were built.

Hoskins authorized
the certificates?

So, if there was
any wrongdoing,

he and the clerk of works
had to be in it together.

Find Jim Cardwell
and ask him.

I can't.
Jim Cardwell's dead.

It wasn't
Adie's fault, Geoff.

He should have
stuck up for you.

He didn't have a chance.

He could have said no
to checking your stuff.

Yeah, and that would have
meant 2 of us out of a job.

Perhaps he could have
a word with your boss,

get you back in.

Forget it. I was living
on borrowed time

with that pig
in the office.

If I can't be trusted to do
the job, then I don't want it.

You shouldn't have
left her there.

I know.

I told him to go, Robert.
It's me own fault.

Maybe so, but it was
stupid and dangerous.

Organized scare tactics.
Nothing more.

No more
night calls.

Right.

Your day seems to have left
its mark as well.

Aye.

I'll be seeing
tombstones in me sleep.

I'd have got clear away
if Janet hadn't got

their heavy-duty
strimmer going.

Blisters or not,

we'd swap jobs with you
at the moment.

Gregson tried
to buy us off.

Oh?

Very sunny
he was at first,

like a basking shark.

He must have thought
you'd got something.

I only wish we had.

The clerk of works--
what was his name again?

Cardwell.

Jim Cardwell.

Why?

I'm not sure.

It just seems
to ring a bell.

[Church bell ringing]

You knew him?

Very well. He was
a sidesman here.

Smashing fellow.

We wrote a booklet

on the church's
history together.

Really?

Jim was a dear friend,
and lilian, too, his wife.

Jim got all
the facts together,

and I did
the scribble.

Keen on his facts,
was he?

Oh, yes.
Very meticulous.

He loved all aspects
of local history.

Made it part of
his job, he said.

As clerk of works?

Wherever a site
was being excavated,

Jim would be there
to make sure

that nothing was
lost to posterity.

Thank you.

Do you still see
lilian Cardwell?

No, no.
She's in a home.

Rather fragile now,
I believe.

I still save
her Christmas cards.

[Strimmer whirring]

He's rather
enjoying himself.

I daresay he is,
reverend.

He asked me
where he should stop.

"Feel free," I said.
"The wall's the limit."

[Both laughing]

Well, thank you
for your time.

She's just
over here.

You've got
visitors, lilian.

Visitors?

Hello, Mrs. Cardwell.
It's Hetty wainthrop.

And I have a young man
with me--Geoffrey Shawcross.

Hello.

Thank you.

Hetty wainthrop?

Yes.

Hetty wainthrop?
Do I know you?

No.

Oh.

We want to ask you about
your husband, Mrs. Cardwell.

Jim? My Jim?

Yes.

He isn't here.
He passed away.

Yes, we know.

He's been gone
some time. I'm sorry.

I forget how long.
What did you want to know?

Can I help?

I'm Mrs. Cardwell's
daughter.

Naturally, we would
have checked

if we'd known
where to make contact.

No harm done.

All visitors
welcome.

How long has your
mother been blind?

10 years or more.

Partially blind
for 20 before that.

Oh, dear, that's hard.

Yes. Hard on all
the family.

Yes, of course.

Dad made it his mission
to find a cure for her.

Jackie, do you know where
she keeps her photos?

The album.

No, I've got that.
The loose photos.

Obviously, he failed
to find a cure.

It wasn't for
the want of trying.

He even took her
to the states

to see a leading
eye specialist.

Oh, when was that?

In the early seventies.

He was still paying off
the bills years later.

Are these them?
Yes.

Thanks, Jackie.

Did your father ever
mention Glebe hamlets?

Glebe hamlets?

It's a block
of council flats.

Yes, I know.

Why do you want to know
about Glebe hamlets?

It's about to be
demolished.

As local historians,

following in your
father's footsteps,

we'd like to document
its rise and fall.

Oh, I see.
Well, he was

rather ashamed of it
to be honest.

Ashamed of what?

That he hadn't done
his job properly.

The building was going up
at about the time

my mother's condition
was diagnosed.

I don't think
his mind was on it.

That's dad.

Oh, very smart.

Not really typical.

He was more a cardigan
and slippers sort of man.

[Chuckles]

What's that
a photo of?

It's a topping-out
ceremony,

when they lay the last
brick on the building

before the roof goes on.

Did they take a photo

of Glebe hamlets
when it was topped out?

Oh, I expect so.
They always do.

Yes. Glebe hamlets.
You're in luck.

May I borrow this?

Yes, of course.
Thank you.

I'll take the album
downstairs.

She likes
to look through it.

What would make a decent
God-fearing man

desperate enough
to take a bribe?

To see his wife
going blind.

Well, if that's true,

he must have been
in a dreadful turmoil.

[Dialing cell phone]

Hello. Yes, it's Jackie

from Winston grange
retirement home.

Yeah, you said to call

if Mrs. Cardwell
had any visitors.

Assuming we're right,
we still can't prove anything.

Perhaps somebody in
this picture can help.

A fair few will be
dead by now.

True.

And by the time we've
traced the rest,

no doubt Brian Weston's
money will have run out.

Even so...

What?

Jim Cardwell was
an amateur historian.

He was passionate
about reclaiming

the past for posterity.

What are you
getting at?

I'm not sure.

Most people
choose to take

their guilty secrets
to the grave, Geoffrey.

But I don't think
he was one of them.

[Strimmer whirring]

Nearly done?

[Whirring stops]

Nearly done?

Aye. I've booked myself
the end plot.

Then I could just drop
into it when I get there.

Ha ha ha.

Well, you've done
a good job.

He might persuade
you to stay on.

Oh, not likely.
Oh, you missed Janet.

Oh?

She's taken
the other strimmer

back to Noreen
bainbridge for me.

That woman threatened
revenge on me,

and by heck,
she's had it.

Only Jim. I don't
recognize anybody else.

But then, to be honest,
I need my glasses.

Same here. But I
can just make out

he's holding
something.

Yes.
Jim is?

Let's find
my magnifying glass.

There. That's better.

Now then...

You see, it looks
like his thermos flask.

No, no, no.

It's a container,
all right,

but it's not for
his tea, Mrs. wainthrop.

A time capsule,
I think.

Time capsule?

Containing artifacts

for future
archaeologists to find.

Mr. Gregson.

[Latches rattling]

Looks as though you're
going to be received.

But what use
is an old photograph?

You said the records
were clean.

It was just
a photograph.

Well, isn't one
supposed to be worth

more than
a thousand words?

Are you sure
that the council

kept its own print?

I mean, what sort
of a system is this?

For pity's sake,
we're talking about

25 years' worth
of photographs!

So just find it.

[Slams hand on table]

This picture
was taken

as the last brick
was laid.

And you think he put
his capsule behind it?

There
or thereabouts

in the cavity wall.

You must
know this place

like the back
of your hand.

All right, hold on.
That's the gable end.

Which gable end?

[Thunder rumbles]

I'll look around
for some tools.

You can't see
in this light.

Come on outside

so you can have
a proper look.

It's all right.

Got it!

Well?

Nothing.

See? It's just
a photograph.

What?
What's that?

That!

I'll check
the roof space.

That's where the last
course of bricks must be.

Yes.

I've got something!

Hello.

Come on!

It's all here--

Jim Cardwell's confession,

everything.

Does he name names?

Oh, names are named,
all right.

[Footsteps approaching]

So, you found some
of the council's property.

Mr. Hoskins will
take charge of that.

Not on your life.

So you intend
to steal it, do you?

Yes. Why don't you
call the police?

I'm sure that
a citizen's arrest will do.

You're no citizen,
Mr. Gregson.

You and the people
in your pocket

are poison
to decent citizens.

And if it hadn't been
for enid weston,

you'd have got away
with it scot-free.

I'm sorry, but it's not me
with my back against the wall.

You're going down,
both of you.

Just hand
the stuff over.

There's no need
for anybody to get hurt.

Scream.

Aah!
Aah!

You finished?

Ok.

So let's have it.

Aah!
Aah!

Let's have it!

Aah!

Aah! Me leg!

How did you know
they were going down?

Oh, hi.

Hiya.

Are you going
somewhere?

I made up with
my girlfriend.

Oh.

Yeah. I'm moving
back in.

It's a bit awkward-like
for Janet,

but it's one
of those things.

Yeah. Do you need
any help?

No, thanks.

I've finished.
I've just got to load up.

You're best off in there.

Right. Well...
I'll see you around.

Yeah. Ok.
All right.

Hi.

He's gone, then?

Happy now?

Of course not.

I thought
you were worried

he was going to show me
his ironing again.

[Clears throat]

We got
a result today.

Good.

Do you
want to go out?

Take Adie. He's in
a celebration mood.

What are you
going to do?

I'm going to have
an early night.

I've got to find a job
and a lodger tomorrow.

It's not my fault!

Not all of it
anyway.

Bung the door as you go.

Janet--

night, Geoff.

The settee?

Yes.

You can't be
serious.

I'm not getting short
of everything, Brian.

You're moving
to a brand-new flat.

It's a comfort.

It's a health hazard.

It's going.

[Sighs]

Let it rest,
or she'll be

back behind
the barricades.

And to think, this is
the day I've been praying for.

Funny the way
things turn out.

There was a moment
when it looked

as though you wanted
us to call a halt.

Yes. Well, I hope I can still
rely on your discretion.

Really? I thought

politicians enjoyed
taking the credit.

Too much blood on the carpet
for that, I'm afraid.

Besides, we're not
always blameless,

and who knows?

Next time, you might
be gunning for me.

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