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HE SLURPS

Ah.

Oh, come on.

We Larkins, we don't approve
of worry, do we?

Same way as we don't approve
of small portions,

or meals without ketchup.

Well, that's a wonderful attitude.
Thank you kindly.

For someone appearing in court
in a week.

And who could be going to prison.
Primrose! You may be a brainbox,

but you've got a lot to learn
about keeping up family morale.

It's my accusers, they're the ones
that should be wearing

the brown trousers,
if you get what I mean?

Unhappy people do unhappy things.

The Jerebohms are gonna learn
the hard way.

You don't try and cheat the law,
or the Law-kins.

I miss Mariette.

And Charley. This house
is short of... tostesterone.

No, that's not right.

Toblerone?
Testosterone.

And they'd want to be here
if she knew about it.

We won't tell 'em, will we?
Let 'em enjoy their honeymoon.

Get the old wanderlust
out of their bones.

Then they can return after
this outrageous court case is over.

Not that we're fretting about it.

I'm late for work.

You have a good day, darling.
And here's a good tip.

Go for good news, find the joy.

I'm a responsible journalist,
not Pollyanna.

I love a bit of mood.

Aww.

You're a vicar.
You're not supposed to love people.

Of course we should love people.
It's the whole basis of the Church.

Concentrate on admin,
religious instruction,

and, er, perking up the sick.

I admire Primrose Larkin purely as
an intelligent, caring parishioner.

Cock and bull.

I know she's only 18,
but she's very emotionally mature.

More cock and bull.

Mainly cock.

I'm not going out with her!

Glad to hear it.
And if you want a distraction,

you can take over some of my work.

I've already taken it all over!

Sorry, that... that was, erm...
un-vicarly.

HE WHISTLES
A TUNE

Whoa! Whoa!
CLATTERING

Oh! Argh!

Ivor! Stop mucking about!

HE GROANS

My arm!
Oof.

In fact, when Enid started here,

women had to wear bonnets
and gloves.

And we began every day
by singing Rule Britannia.

That's crazy!
I should write a piece about it.

Don't. None of it's true.

First law of journalism -
don't believe anyone,

especially other journalists.
Is that true?

No. It's the third law.

First law is always get a receipt
for your expenses,

second is
never use the word diarrhoea.

Why not?
It's just a horrible word.

Primrose, I hear your father's gonna
be in court, charged with burglary.

Yes, he is. Obviously,
we'll report it sensitively,

and very briefly.

No. I want it reported
proudly and in full

because my Pop is honest and decent,

and literally the best father
in Kent.

And I'll cover it for the newspaper.

No, no, that would be unethical.

And we need you
to collate the classifieds

and the hockey results.

Which is more important,
hockey or my Pop's freedom?

To the hockey fans, the hockey.

I'm a reporter. I'll be fair.

All right, but in order to avoid
accusations of bias,

you'll need to use a pseudonym.
We have several on file.

Jill Quimbyson, Trevor Mang.

Harry Streets, Tim Pigman.
Ada O'Flaherty.

I'll make my own, thanks.

Oh, suit yourself.

Afternoon, Mrs Larkin.

It's absolutely ghastly
about Mr Larkin.

Thank you, Edith,
but we are strong people.

Why would Pop burgle anyone when
he's already got lashings of money?

Exactly.

Though the court
may uncover other motivation -

rivalry, kleptomania.

Or the sheer thrill of the snatch.

Miss Chand doesn't mean any harm.
She reads a lot of detective novels.

Well, PC Harness was there,
and he saw fit to arrest Mr Larkin.

That is because PC Harness is dim,
and monumentally gullible.

Bless him.

All right, Mrs Larkin?

I've had better weeks,
if I'm honest, Pauline.

We were just talking about
your boyfriend.

I've given him an earful
about how he let Pop down.

Oh, but he's a nice fella, your lad.
Bright as a button.

He isn't, though, is he?
I'm bored with him.

Oh.

It's like being followed around
by a puppy wearing a hard blue hat.

Scum! Enemy of the people!

Come away, Miss Pilchester.

Just to be clear,
we're all fully aware

that you put the Jerebohms
up to this.

I know you're upset,
so probably a little wobbly,

but that is slander.

Maybe we should sue you,

so you can appear in the dock
with your husband.

Oh, if anyone's gonna be joining me
in the dock,

it'll be you
and your fellow conspirators.

Hardly. Apart from anything,
our good friends, the Jerebohms,

have engaged one of the country's
top lawyers.

Mr Barlow. From London.
He never loses.

Well, there's a first time
for everything.

You can't buy justice.

I hope.

How am I meant to get it
in the paper?

Ah. It's our celebrity vicar!

Not bad, eh?

Good day to you, Miss Larkin.
Good afternoon, Reverend Candy.

Thank you for joining me for lunch.

No, thank YOU.

So formal?
He's briefing me

on religious matters
for an article I'm keen to write.

Oh, sounds like a riot

So, seven o'clock,
I need it on my desk. Tonight.

Oi.

Oi, yourself.

How are you getting on
with your copper?

None of your business, Vic.

I imagine you're still
burning a torch for Charley,

Mariette's husband.

Do you?
I've never seen a couple

more in love on their wedding day.

I'm surprised you noticed,
you old drunk.

Well, good for you, if you're happy
with PC Pointless.

Fish paste sandwich?
Oh, thanks.

Half a goose?
Thank you.

I'm just not used to
keeping secrets.

It's not the Larkin way.
Especially about happy things.

I'm sorry, it's just simpler.

People think vicars
are public property,

there to serve just them.

As long as you're not ashamed of me.

Of course I'm not.
SHE GIGGLES

You've got fish paste in my mouth!
I don't care.

Loaves and fishes?

THEY CHUCKLE

I still think it's silly,
keeping it quiet.

Didn't see me.

No, it's fine. On your way.

I still can't believe
people listen to what I say!

I suppose they have to.

Oh, the day gets better and better.

Don't say that.

What a waste of such pretty faces.

Quick, someone,
rustle me up a smile.

Oh!

We're still worried about Pop.
He's still not taking it serious.

Well, I am.

Law books from the library.

And Pop is taking it serious,
in his own way,

but it's...
HAMMERING

Order! Order!

HE LAUGHS

Look what I found
in the dressing-up box.

Judge Pop!

Oh. Ivor's broken his arm,
and everyone else is on holibobs,

so I'm gonna do
the swimming pool myself.

No, you're not, darling.

The Jerebohms' lawyer is top-notch.
He's from London. Never loses.

That's what they said about Hitler.
What?

Come on, ease up, Ma, eh?
I'm not good at the serious.

Oh, nor am I, but we're in a hole,
so drop everything else -

geese, swimming pools -
and we will prepare our case

so we're ready for anything
they throw at us.

The textbooks do advise against
representing yourself in court, Pop.

But you know what, Prim,
one thing I am good at,

talking my way out of a hole.
Oh, that's true.

He's a natural performer,
always was.

Halfway through our first date,
he whipped out his...

We know!
You told us.

..mouth organ.
If you're doing without a lawyer,

you'll need to rein in your natural
Larkin-ness. I can tone that down.

Stress your generous nature.

Yeah, but I don't wanna boast, Ma.
You don't have to.

Call character witnesses who list
your good points. I'll do it!

Oh, Victoria, you're a darling.

But it can't be family.

You need to memorise some paperwork
because reading isn't your forte.

Forty?
I thought I was probably about a 12.

THEY LAUGH

You should use that in court, Dad.
No, he really shouldn't.

SHE SNIFFLES

Thank you.
Little cherub.

We'll finish building
the swimming pool.

Are you sure, cabbage?

I mean, we all know you're
a technical how's-yer-father,

but it's a big job.

No, we will.
We wanna help.

We've been stepping out
for six months now,

so I must be doing something right!
Not necessarily.

But you love my uniform.

Nah, the novelty's worn off.
And the helmet's just irritating.

Well, erm, OK.
Er, what else am I doing wrong?

Well, you left it to the vicar

to fight off that bunch of thugs
last week.

No, not bad Vicar. Good Vicar.

So I told him,
"Yes, I'll baptise your dog

"if you give me
your three-piece suite."

Your Rev looks like he needs a pint,
and a laugh.

No, he's not really one
for pleasure.

And you do that daft grin.
You like it, you said it was sweet.

Now you just look like an idiot.
And you arrested Pop Larkin.

He was carrying a bag full of cash,
standing next to an empty safe!

I don't care!
Support the decent folk.

Mariette's a cow,
but Pop's always been a sweetheart.

Look, I can fix all this -
the bravery,

my dribbling when we kiss,
crying after we have our snookies,

and the daft grinning.

And I'll make sure Pop gets off, OK?
I promise.

You're the best thing
in my life, Pauline.

And that used to be
being a policeman.

No, you've had a good run.

It's over.

Quiet, please.

Will the defendant please stand?

Sidney Charles Larkin,
you are hereby charged

that on the 5th of July 1959,

at Bluff Court, Littlechurch,
you unlawfully appropriated cash

to the value of £500

belonging to
a Mrs Phyllis Mae Jerebohm

and a Mr Cuthbert Raoul Jerebohm.

Do you plead guilty, or not guilty?

What do you think?

Maybe we shouldn't have offered
to do this. Yeah.

Let's just fill it with water,
add a few ducks. And call it a pond.

Come on, we can do it.

Yeah. The first thing Pop can do
when he's not guilty

is come home and take a swim
in his new pool.

The facts are that you were found

by Mr and Mrs Jerebohm
in their home, having broken in,

witnessed by Alec Norman
and PC Harness,

carrying a hold-all
full of banknotes,

while their safe lay open and empty.

Bit of a coincidence, in't it, eh?

Them calling a copper
even before I've arrived.

Don't that say set-up to you?

It's my turn to ask the questions.

And I got a phone call
ten minutes earlier

from a very weepy Pinkie Jerebohm,
begging me to take over some cash

cos she needs escape funds

as her old man is bullying her
and keeping her short, yeah?

Unforgivable, what she did!

No contributions
from the public, please.

We threw a barbecue for them,
and this is the thanks we get!

Ah, thank you, Ma. Next question.
Keep 'em coming.

It's a scandal
they don't allow smoking in court.

Yes, and peeing.

All right, Brigadier?
Yes. It's, er, going well in there.

Yeah, looking good.

Are you all right, PC Harness?

No. Pauline's chucked me
cos, apparently, I'm boring.

Oh, dear.

And irritating.
Oh, dear.

And cos I let down Mr Larkin
by arresting him.

Mm.

How am I gonna get Pauline back?

Are you sure you want her back?

She's quite sulky.

You're joking, aren't you?

She's the sexiest girl
in the whole of Kent.

Right.

Of course, you could start
by helping get Pop off

when you testify in court.
Yes. That's on my list.

Now, I'm no expert in love,

but Pauline seems the type
who wants what she can't have,

so make her jealous.
Go out with someone else.

That's brilliant.

Actually,
it's quite basic psychology.

Oh.

OK.

Hello, constable.
I need the ladies'.

Speaking of which, so do I!

HE LAUGHS

Hey, Libby, are you free
to go out with me?

Um...

Oh, that's such
a difficult decision.

No.

Mr Norman,

you were present

when the accused
committed the offence.

Yes. Mr and Mrs Jerebohm and I
were foregathering

to discuss a charity donation
to the Mid Kent Police,

whose work we hugely admire.

Law and order are vital

now that so many social structures
are broken.

Amen to that.

This is a con! He's never given
away a penny in his life!

One more outpouring and I will
have you removed from this place.

Apologies. I will control myself.

That's where Mr Larkin
and we three differ -

he thinks nothing
of robbing his neighbours.

We are large-scale philanthropists.

He is just making things up!

That's enough! Remove that woman.

You are asking for more than a slap.

You see, Your Honours?

That's the real Pop, right there.

Terrifying.

Did you, at any time,
ring the accused

and ask him to bring you money?

No, I didn't. Mr Jerebohm
is kind and most generous.

I lack for nothing.

Well...

Why do you imagine Mr Larkin
burgled your house?

Well, I trusted him,

so I mentioned we keep cash
in our not-very-safe safe,

and the cars were parked
in the garage for once,

so it looked like we were out.

Mm.

And did he, erm...
have any reason to hate you?

Jealousy.
Ah.

Tell me more about his, erm,
jealousy.

Well, he was jealous
of our big house

that he used to own,
but couldn't afford to maintain.

Poor lady.

Awful experience.
Hear, hear.

Want a spray? It's lovely stuff.

Covers up the stench of lies.

No?

How's it going?

Oh, it's a load of old codswallop
being spoken in there,

I'll tell you that.
Sorry - my mouth.

You've been slung out of
worse places, Ma.

Hello, Primrose.
Oh, hello.

I'm testifying shortly.
Must be nerve-wracking.

I'm used to it. The important thing
is we get your dad off.

Yes.

So, I hear you're footloose
and fancy free.

Well, in fact, I'm...

Yes. Yes, I am.

Me, too. It feels odd.

I guess I'm very monogamous.

So you're more of a gibbon
or a penguin than a lion.

So you've heard my mum talking?

SHE CHUCKLES

All right, mate?
Yeah.

I wish we were there.

Ma didn't want us to see Pop
having to be rude.

Yeah, he has to say things like,
"The court knows you're lying."

And, "I put it to you
that you're a bloody toe-rag."

Yeah, I guess he's just trying
to protect us.

Whoa!

Stop that! Stop that!

Stop it! Stop it! Argh!
THEY CHUCKLE

Well, they say the law is an ass.
They do.

But I love an ass, don't you?

I do. I'm glad you do, too.

Mr Delamere!

Darlings. How sublime to see you.

Lost in thought?
Actually, I'm researching a role.

"Man on bench"?
Touche.

No, in fact, for this part,

I have to look back a lot
over my life,

so I'm working on
my nostalgic gaze.

Or perhaps I should add
a sprinkling of hauteur?

No, I think you've got that covered.
Yes, I'd agree with that.

Listen, I hear that Pop Larkin's
in a bit of a bind.

Can this be true?
Yes.

We're due to appear
as character witnesses tomorrow.

We're wracked with nerves.

I have played so many law men.

Did you catch my Judge Bendelack
in Peterborough?

No, I missed that, sadly.
Me, too. Damn.

It taught me how to win over
an audience.

For what is a court of law,
if not a theatre?

Well, I know most people find plays
a bit of a trial.

Pop's a good man. I'd love to help.

Perhaps I could talk you
through the process,

use of voice and so on.

Thanks, but I don't think you...
No, no, no, I insist.

For thrice is he arm'd
that hath his quarrel just.

What does that mean?

Oh, I never worry about the meaning.

Hmm.

Constable Harness,

you immediately arrested Mr Larkin
when you caught him red-handed.

In fact,
I regret arresting Mr Larkin

because I consider him innocent.

LAWYER CHUCKLES
And you say that now

because your girlfriend,
Miss Malloy,

is a huge admirer of Mr Larkin,
is she not?

She's, er...

She's not my girlfriend.

In any case,
I have always been my own man.

Mm.

Did you search Mr Larkin
when you arrested him?

Yes, I did.
And what did you find?

Nothing incriminating.
Ah. We'll be the judge of that.

As I recall,
it was half a tube of Rolos.

That's a crime now, is it,
carrying confectionery?

No.
Just checking.

And what else did he have,
PC Harness?

Erm, a hip flask.

And?
A knife.

Ah. So, Mr Larkin
was carrying a weapon.

No, no, no, it's completely normal
round these parts.

It's for getting stones out
from under your shoes, and... Yes.

..that sort of thing.

Let the bench note that we're now
dealing with armed burglary,

which doubles the potential sentence
to... two years.

Constable...

I'm having a really bad week.
Please don't ask me anything.

Despite all the bad blood shown
here today,

there's one thing I'm not gonna do.

Let a few snakes undermine our faith
in the beauty of the human spirit?

I couldn't have put it better.

Ham, chips and a gallon of beer
for tea? Yeah.

I'm so sorry. I feel terrible.

You did your best.

You're so kind.
You always have been.

This is, erm, bad timing, but do you
fancy going for a drink later?

Thanks, Constable,
but it's a busy time.

You know, new job, Dad might
go to prison... I understand.

I'm relieved, in fact,
cos I'm still in love with Pauline.

Well, she's looking over at us now,

so maybe it'll help you
get back with her.

Well, I'd hate for you to think
that I'm using you, but, erm...

that sounds encouraging. Thank you.

Mmm.

Where's Primrose?

She said she needed to go for
a long walk.

Oi, don't make me start
a community sing-song.

Come on, tomorrow's another day.

Don't you need, like,
professional legal help, Pop?

Even at this stage?

It's not his fault that the couple
are so good at lying,

cos they've clearly had
a lot of practice.

Can we come and watch tomorrow?

No, you don't wanna waste your time
with that nonsense.

You still need to
take it serious, Pop.

Ma, the thing I take serious
is my family,

decent folk I know,
and pleasures of the flesh.

Wahey!
HE CHUCKLES

The rest is cobblers.
Pass the gammon.

Monty, how's the pool going?
Good, but we need help.

Don't worry, we'll pitch in
when the case is over.

We know what we're doing.

I'd love to grab your hand

and just run through the village
shouting our names.

And what would that achieve?

This doesn't feel real
until we share it.

And it's not like
you're a Catholic priest

who's not allowed to enjoy,
you know... Yes. ..love and sex.

Yes.

No.

I was asked out today
because he thought I was single,

and I couldn't say I'm not.
It was really awkward.

So next time, I'll say yes and see
what it's like to have a simple,

honest relationship
like most people.

Well, if that's what you want to do,
go ahead.

'You're in a mess, Peggy,
an almighty mess,

'but I'm going to see that you
get a fair trial.'

'Thank you kindly, sir.'

'Don't thank me. Thank God
that we're living in a country

'where justice is within easy reach
for all.'

DRAMATIC
VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYS

THUD
'Argh!'

Should we discuss what we've learnt,
in terms of Mr Larkin's legal case?

Yes. It's terribly good, but we have
been watching for a while.

Wait, wait, wait. I'm very vivid
in this scene. Watch.

So, if you have heard anything
regarding Valentine,

she was last seen...

What's your Christian name?
Hedley. Hedley Harness?

Yeah.

No wonder you kept that quiet.

Thank you.

Evening, Pauline.
I'll have a half of cider. Hedley?

I know what he likes.

Two and fourpence.

I didn't know you two were mates.

Oh, yeah, it's been bubbling up
for a while.

I'll bring it over.

SHE FAKE LAUGHS
Oh, dear!

Thank you.

Well, cheers.
Cheers.

HE SNORTS

Oh, that's mainly Worcester sauce
with a hint of pork.

DOOR SLAMS

'If the Sheriff of Nottingham

'believes he can set foot
in this forest,

'then he's got another
thing coming!'

CHEERING IN FILM

REEL CLATTERS

Oh.

There. Now to work.

Did I say that I'm happy
with our strategy,

but I'm a bit worried
that I've offended Pauline?

Yes, you did.

Oh, I should say
that I have a boyfriend.

Oh.
But I can't name him.

Why?
Exactly!

The truth will out tomorrow,

and I, for one, am more excited
even than before our wedding night.

We agreed we'd make this round last,
didn't we, Norma?

Yes.

Except the truth is... that you
and the Jerebohms lied in court.

So let's hope it doesn't get out.

So, this man that you're seeing...
Yes.

..you want him to know
that you're out with me?

Yes. I assumed that
news of us coming in together

would get back to him somehow.

Mm, that might be a problem.

Oh, I think news
will get back to him now.

THEY SING
THE SAME NOTE

So, that's voice projection.

Now, the keys to being listened to
and believed

are repeat and retard.

Retard?

Yes. Take Anthony in Julius Caesar.

He says "Brutus is
an honourable man" four times.

Right.
That's too many times.

No, no, no, no.
No, the more you repeat it,

the truer it becomes.
And retard your delivery.

Edith in particular, darling,
cos you're a bit of a gabbler.

So, Mr Larkin

is... generous... and honest.

And as the coup de grace, I like to
add a little break in the voice

to convey emotion.

As in... Mr Larkin is

the... kindest man alive.

It's a bit advanced,
but give it a go.

Oh, er... Mr Larkin
is the kindest...

I'm sorry.

Mr Larkin is the kind...

SHE COUGHS
No, no, no, no, darling,

that's too much. Pull it back.

SHE COUGHS

Johnny, much appreciated,

but I think
people like genuine emotion.

Yes, and faking that genuineness
takes hard work, believe me.

Now, costume.

Costume?
I think he just means clothing.

The best way to inspire trust
is to wear bright colours.

"Let him put on gay raiment
who would truth speak,"

as Shakespeare put it... probably.

Oh, I thought
I'd wear my army uniform.

No, no, no. As a character witness,

you have to come across as warm
and friendly.

So wear a cuddly jumper.

And so, with that final
knitwear recommendation,

good luck tomorrow.

And let us try to keep Pop
out of prison!

HE GENTLY SNORES

Out you jump, Ma.
There you go, all right?

You pink hussy!

Hey, hey, hey, Ma, come on.
Ma, come on.

God, you look awful.
No, no, not awful.

Just less like an English rose
and more like a... tired thistle.

I went to the pub last night.

Doesn't sound very you.

Don't you prefer to curl up
with a thick hardback?

Yes, but I was on a mission,
which I'm not at liberty to discuss.

Suit yourself.
Anyway, how's this going?

Family-wise, I'm petrified,

but I think I've got
all the facts together.

Yeah, I read your notes,
which are good.

Your dad's gonna lose.

Don't say that.
As it stands.

I've covered a lot of cases,
and this kind of people

are always believed
by this kind of people.

But you never know.

You forced your wife to phone me up,
didn't you?

Does she look like the kind of woman
I could force to do anything?

Very much not.

No, she's the big, strict,
lovely mama.

No such phone call was made,
as you know.

Would you really
bring hundreds of pounds round

to help out a woman you barely knew?

Yes, if I...
A farmer such as yourself

must have found it very hard
to live next to us in our mansion.

HE HUMS

HE VOCALISES

Mr Larkin is... very... nice.

And... always

most... kind.

Stop, no, you're just saying that...
rather slowly.

Oh, all right, I'll stop, then.

No, no, carry on.

Good. Erm...

HE CLEARS
HIS THROAT

Mr Larkin... is...

I think we've heard enough.

I mean, look at Mr Larkin.

He's a dreamboat
who could have any woman.

He has untold riches
in his personality,

so why would he bother
to steal money?

Just doesn't make sense.
Sorry, am I gabbling?

I was told not to. We had lessons
on how to make people believe

what we're saying.
And can I just say,

if he's sent to prison,
I will see him every day.

Is that allowed? Or can you
only go once or twice a week?

Is there a limit?

We're nearly finished.

SANDER WHIRRS

CLUCKING

I know we got into some scrapes
when we were young and crazy,

but this is quite a turn up.

Ma, we'll be all right.
Be one to tell the grandkids.

No, it won't.

I am shocked at how angry I feel.
It isn't me.

Look... I could try to give people
the benefit of the doubt.

You might wanna stop that.
Nah.

You should have been tougher
on that pink monster.

Well, Ma, look, I'm not saying
women can't be wrong'uns,

but I still reckon
it's all coming from him.

Oh. It won't make much difference...
if you're sent down.

I still can't see that happening.

They didn't exactly
turn in a blinder, Lord love 'em.

How do we think that went?

Us?

Pretty well, I'd say.

Yes, I thought so, too.
Well, we'd had the training.

We had.

It's important to relax
during stressful times.

Those Jerebohms, they're so shady.

I wonder if they've
done this before. What?

Hello.

Hello. You're right,
I'm a journalist.

Why haven't I been investigating
the Jerebohms? Yep.

Bad time to bother you. Sorry.

Good luck
with the rest of the trial.

HE SIGHS

I'm sorry we've fallen out.
I hate this.

Me, too.

I heard that you went on a... date.

Why are you doing that?

Because I assumed you did it
to make a point

and aren't intending on getting
seriously involved with PC... Thing.

Yes, you're quite right.

But I'm pleased to admit that
because I love openness and honesty,

and if you can't give me that,

then what's the point
in us being together?

Love isn't a performance,
it's a bond.

And all the more intense
and romantic for being private.

Look at Romeo and Juliet.

You do know what happened to them,
don't you?

They became the greatest love story
ever told.

This isn't a story. It's my life.

And until we both
want the same things,

then I guess we have nothing.

HE SIGHS

Here is a man

with every motivation
and opportunity

to rob his neighbours blind.

A well-known local ducker-and-diver

who could crack the Jerebohms'
very basic safe

the way most of us
would open a drawer.

Who, as a humble junkyard-owner,

resented his new neighbours' wealth
and status

and so...
HE CHUCKLES

..made up a story that he was
helping out Mrs Jerebohm,

a woman who can clearly look after
herself very nicely, thank you.

Moonshine, from start to finish!
Someone stuff a wig in his mouth!

Out!

Right, love.
See you later, Ma.

Please don't kiss the defendant!

Why don't you kiss me in public?

Because... of my lifelong battle
with chapped lips.

Mr Larkin,
whose level of self-delusion

is summed up by his decision
to represent himself in court,

has seven - seven - children

and a lifestyle which is known to be
extravagant bordering on reckless.

So is it any wonder
that he was short of a few bob

and needed to burgle next door?

I know for a fact that the Larkins
have two suitcases full of cash

on their premises!
Remove her, too!

They paid cash for Bluff Court
and nearly doubled their money

when they sold it!

Steady on, Edith.
Don't spill all my secrets -

there's lawmen present.

Ladies and gentlemen...
I could go on...

..but I think we all know the truth
by now.

I can't remember the last time
I couldn't speak.

When you're asleep?

Oh, no, that doesn't stop me.

I once recited a recipe.
Pop's got used to it.

It's been so maddening.

Pop's done his best,
but he's no lawyer.

In fact, he's the opposite
of a lawyer -

he thinks honesty
speaks for itself.

But I fear it doesn't.

I wish I'd insisted on my Mariette
and Charley being told.

This is when the family needs
to hold its head high, together.

Sorry. You haven't got any family.

Oh, don't worry. I'll borrow yours.

SHE CHUCKLES

The presence
of a new neighbour

can often stir up jealousies
of this kind.

And it is, to say the least,
highly questionable

that Mr and Mrs Jerebohm, who are
patently decent members of society,

would concoct an elaborate plan
of this nature

to entrap the defendant.
And for those reasons,

we magistrates are minded
to find Mr Sidney Larkin guilty

of the offences described.

No!

As this is a first offence, we will
set the sentence at one year.

Will you hell!

Can I address the court?
No, that would be...

I make it a rule to enjoy everything
I do, so I'm gonna enjoy this, too.

In any case, it's a bit like
the war, innit, you know?

Or the 1953 cup final,

where one side
gets off to a good start

before the plucky winners
have their day.

I thank you for your time.

Take him down!
HE CHUCKLES

Someone's lost
their sense of humour.

Chunky jewellery. My favourite.

This is all wrong!

Seeing as I'm innocent,
can I have a south-facing cell?

Not bad, eh?

Quick snifter at The Jolly
Solicitor, then back to yours?

I think you misunderstand
the nature of our relationship.

They'll come round to us.

No, they won't, Alec,

because they've used us
and discarded us,

and had no intention
of being our friends.

Shame on you!

Well, of course,
the big magistrate in the sky

will have His say in the end.
It's His verdict that matters.

Oh, no.

What do you think of your chances?

Well, I'm a vicar, aren't I?
We're in the VIP section.

We're taking contributions
to Pop's get-out-of-jail party.

Bit early, isn't it,
if he's not out for a year? No.

It's gonna be a big party.

We need time to raise enough
to hire Elvis, as Pop's a fan.

Word is, Elvis won't come cheap.

COINS JINGLE

BIKE BELL RINGS

Have you, er, heard the verdict?

Yeah.

Sorry if I've been a bitch.

You wouldn't know how to be.
You what?

Yeah, that's not true.

You wanna give it another go?

Oh, that's not supposed to happen.

We'd better ring
Mariette and Charley... in...

Where are they?

Hertogenbosch.
Mm. And tell her Pop's in prison.

They'll be so angry
that we kept it from them.

I couldn't let myself believe
it would happen.

But now it has, we are gonna get Pop
out of jail pretty damn quick.

Prison break?
Tunnel?

Neither. We're gonna use the
judicial system. Starting tomorrow.

MA GASPS

What are you doing here?

Victoria sent us a telegram
saying Pop's on trial.

What were you thinking,
not telling us?! Is it over?

What happened?
Guilty.

Your Pop got a year.

Oh, Ma! This is so awful.

I know. Oh, sweet, gorgeous girl.

We have to fight it.
Exactly, Charley.

We're Larkins, and we're gonna do
what Pop would want us to do.

We're gonna right this wrong.

And in the meantime,
we're gonna eat, drink,

be as merry as we can...

..and swim in the new pool.

A pool?

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