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I can manage.

Fine.

Morning.

Morning, sir.

I´ll see you later.

Morning.

Here, mate, do you want me
to get this for you?

Here you go.

I can do that.
I can do that!

Suit yourself.

- Morning, Constable.
- Is it?

Beautiful day, ladies.

Smashing.

Going for a walk?

Queue, more like.
Pension day.

We don´t tell everybody.

Right.

You can´t trust people.

You never know nowadays who´s
going to hit you on the head

and pinch your money.

Your secret´s
safe with me, Ma´am.

Have a nice day.

What do you want to tell him
all our business for?

He had a lovely smile.

Ha, false.

You never see a Yank
with his own teeth.

Well, you´d know.
What was he called -- Audrey?

Aubrey.

That´s right, Aubrey.

You had an eye for the men.

Oh, for heaven´s sake,

that was 1944.

But you still found out whether
his teeth were his own, Tatsie.

Where´s our taxi?

What´s P.C. Lefebvre
up to nowadays?

He´s in
the Information Room, sir.

Is that working out?
Can he do his job?

I think so.

I can make a few inquiries
if you´d like.

Yes, I would like.

Nothing official, just, he
seemed a bit tense this morning.

Yes, sir.

We need to look after
the P.C. Lefebvres in this job.

Yes, sir.

Men who made
a sacrifice.

We look after our own.

I don´t want any other story
getting around.

I don´t think there´s
any great mystery

about Lefebvre
seeming tense, sir.

Wisley...gets out of nick
this week.

Wisley?

Pow. Wisley.

Already? Oh, dear.

Information Room.
What´s that? Eight-hour shifts?

Yes, sir.

We need to keep Lefebvre
busier than that.

Find me some...some nice,
unsolved case.

A series of burglaries, a long
firm fraud, something like that.

Yes, sir.
I´ll have a think, sir.

Well, get on with it.

How about the Twirlies?

Twirlies?

I´ll fetch you the file, sir.

What are you being
so cheerful about,

o Queen of the Home Office
Statistics?

Oh, not cheerful, just busy.

Why am I here?

Well, everybody´s
got to be somewhere...sir.

Oh, relax, Cambridge.

It´s not you.
It´s Fisher.

"You´re spare, Henry.
I know, read these for me."

Not stopping then?

Apparently,
I´ve got other fish to fry.

Oh, sorry.

Hoppit.

How much did he say?

2,999.

2,900?

And 99.

How is it, Tats?

How do you switch this off?

Well?

Well, my feet touch the pedals,

if that´s what you´re asking.

Florence, what on
earth are you doing?

Plenty of room in the front.

Legroom, too.

It´s not mean, ladies.
It´s a luxury car.

It´s got power steering.
And heated seats.

Heated seats.

That doesn´t sound
very hygienic, does it.

We can unplug them.

How much did he say again?

2,900?

All right then.

2,900.

I´ll write you a check.

Got the checkbook, Florence?

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the United Kingdom,

and welcome to our modest
police headquarters.

My name is Assistant Chief
Constable Fisher,

and this is
Detective Sergeant Cambridge.

She´ll be showing you around
our facilities.

I hope to see you again before
you leave, but for now,

have a nice day.

Cambridge?

Thank you.
I´ll just get your paperwork.

There you are.

And there you are.

What´s that?

What? Oh, spag bol.
It´s my lunch.

Well, I warm it
in the microwave.

No wonder
he looks so tired.

Bread and butter pudding.

Oh, thanks!
My mum used to make that.

You must get your wife to learn.

I´ll warm it in the microwave.

No, I won´t. No, no.

Your mother
never had a microwave.

Your mother never fed you
on spaghetti bolognese.

No.

Put the bag in the car for us?

Here we have
an archive section --

various offices where statistics
are collated.

It´s very quiet.

Well, collating statistics
isn´t usually a noisy pursuit.

I think you´ll find
it´s a hive of activity.

Mental activity.

D.I. Crabbe

is one
of our strategic thinkers.

Next, the Information Room.

This is nice.
I´ve always wanted a big car.

Problems?

No.

You took your time.

We had to choose.

It´s lovely.

- It´s a good choice.
- Really?

Yes?

Try this on your shoulder.

Oh, blue suits you.

As if Maeve would know.

Is everything on, then?

Is everything on, Chef.
Full menu.

- Specials?
- Moules farcies.

Stuffed mussels.

English lamb and apricot sauce.

And Tarte Tatin.

And you can start peeling
if you´re not too busy.

That´s your job, Chef.

And yours, ducky, is out there
polishing knives with me.

Oh, I was enjoying that.

In the Information Room, we have
computer controlled dispatch,

manned, as you would expect,
24 hours a day.

There´s an Inspector in charge,

of course, and he has access
to senior officers.

In the unlikely event

of a third world war
breaking out,

we have a bomb-proof replica
in the basement.

We call it the Fuhrerbunker.

Does that have access

for those who are
mobility-challenged?

Sorry?

Wheelchair cripples,
Sergeant.

As a matter of fact,
I´m not sure.

In the unlikely event

of the third world war
breaking out,

I would remain here on the
ground level, ready to fight off

the invading forces
with my trusty truncheon

and my double-butted
racing wheelchair.

You obviously have
an equal opportunity policy

in place here.

Yes, we do.

We have policies
for everything, mate.

We have an equal opportunities
policy,

we have a health
and safety policy.

We probably even have
a foreign pol--

Well, we must have
´cause you lot are here.

P.C. Lefebvre means
that we have norms.

They do.

And standards.

Every department has one black,

one white and one khaki.

We have the cripple.

We also have the deaf geezer,

who works
in the archive section,

and the lame, limping gimpy
who washes the bosses´ cars.

Now, statistically speaking,

we should have at least
one homosexual,

although we don´t know
who he is,

yet.

He´s still in the blue serge
closet, so to speak.

And who can blame him?

Beg your pardon?

Granted.

Although, I must say that being
ogled at by a bunch of Yanks

while I´m just trying
to do my job

is not my idea
of a beanfeast, sport.

They´re from
Oklahoma, sir.

Okey-dokey.

Now, get out of my way.

Ah, Crabbe.

This wasn´t the arrangement.

What?

We never agreed that you´d have
me here from 9:00 till 5:00

shoving mountains
of paper around.

We´ve got to submit those
statistics to the Home Office.

What´s that to me?
It´s your job.

Hardly.

Look, you´re in charge.

What about all these civilians
your lot took on?

I´ll decide who does what
duties, thank you, Inspector.

It´s not part of the deal.

I can´t do this
and run my restaurant.

Your wife´s restaurant,
as I remember.

What´s that to me?

It won´t do. It will not do.

It wasn´t part of the deal.

We´re not having a row
about this, are we?

It´s absolutely
unacceptable behavior,

How dare you -- how dare you
embarrass me like that?

Yeah,
whatever, whatever.

How dare you
embarrass all of us like that.

Now that´s a row.

Do you have anything
to say for yourself?

- Yes. Put a sock in it!
- You were appalling!

So what?!

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

Well, I´m not!

I am not some side-show freak

for a bunch
of American tourists.

If you ever treat me
as such again,

you will get the same again,
Sergeant.

Constable, if you behave
like that before me again,

I will personally
lodge a complaint

against police, naming you.

Sergeant, I was walking the beat

while you were still
in university!

You don´t frighten me!

Now fetch me a glass of water.

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

Sergeant, I need to take
these painkillers.

Fetch me a glass of water.

Don´t you go fancying me,
Sergeant.

It won´t do us any good.

Oh, just go away.

You´ll have to leave anyway.

You can´t stay here
unless you stand to pee.

Well, that lets you out.

Next the Dog Section.
Obedience training.

I´ve got something for you.

God, not more filing?

A case, the Twirlies.

Two old girls.
Blue-rinse check fraudsters.

They´ve had quite a career
around here.

Cambridge will help you a bit
and I´d like you

to take Lefebvre with you.

Take him where?

With you. To work.

He´s quite capable to do
that kind of duty,

and we don´t want
any hint of tokenism.

If P.C. Lefebvre
stays on the job,

he´ll have to do whatever
duties are set.

Same goes for you.

Yes, sir.
Thank you very much, sir.

Well?

Well, I mean,

two old ladies
bouncing dud checks.

How long has this been going on?

Oh, six months, minimum.

Six mo--

What´s so urgent
about it now?

Solving crime is an important
police duty, Crabbe.

I sometimes wonder we don´t lose
sight of that fact.

Yes, quite right, sir.

Don´t you want to know
why they´re called Twirlies?

It´s bus passes.

As pensioners get on the bus,

they hold up their passes,
and say --

"Am I too early for this?"
I know, yes.

Do you remember the last time
you were actually on a bus, sir?

You start tomorrow.
You tell Lefebvre. Thank you.

Tarte Tatin?

It´s, um...

well, I´m actually
not sure, sir.

- Um, John?
- Yes, one moment. Madame.

Thank you.

Um, What´s that?

Tarte Tatin
and creme fraiche, sir.

It´s an upside down
caramelized apple tart.

If you could order it
before your meal

because it does take
a while and we cook it fresh.

- All right.
- Thank you.

John?

What exactly does
"caramelized" mean?

It literally means
"burnt sugar."

But we don´t say "burnt"
in front of the customers.

No, I suppose not.

And, um, what´s
Tatin about it?

It´s the surname of the sisters
who invented the dish.

By accident.

What, they burnt a tart?

Shh.
I think you´ve sold one.

Isn´t that a bit burnt?

No, it´s supposed to be.

It´s supposed
to be burnt a bit.

Not Guy Fawkes.
Now bin that and do another one.

Whose idea was it to put French
tarts on the menu, anyway?

Honestly I sometimes think

I just can´t turn my back
for a minute.

Don´t throw it.

Well?

Throw it.

Now, that is criticism.

Steve, henceforward,
all of our burnt puddings

are going to be
English burnt puddings.

Don´t be so hard on him.

There are perfectly
good English puddings.

It was your idea
he should spread his wings,

and he´s just done it.

Why did he take it upon
himself to choose the specials?

And it´s not his fault
that you´ve been

in Freddy Fisher´s
salt mine all day.

Two rabbit, two sole,

one pie, one vegetarian,

one pond pudding,
two spotted dick,

and I was going to say
two Tarte Tatin.

Tarte Tatin is off.

I don´t believe it.

I don´t believe it.

You´ve done it again, Tats.

Not bad.

Morning, ladies.
Mmm, that smells lovely.

Have you been teaching chef
all your secrets?

Some. Taste?

Mm, Smashing. Fantastic.

Uh, slightly bitter.

Dundee marmalade.

Of course. Thank you.
I´ll put it on the menu.

The Townsend Sisters´
Bread and Butter Pudding.

Now, ladies, Your bags
are in the car,

your nephew
is behind the wheel,

and your bill is ready
at the front desk.

Is it true?

What, that we´re having to work

with that little friend
of yours?

Well, of course, Cambridge,

it´s absolutely true.

Don´t take your coat off.

I want you to go down
to collators´ office

at Barstock nick,

find out what you can
about con-men.

Con-men.

Well, con-women, actually.

Aged 65 and over.

OAPs?

Don´t complain, Cambridge,

or I´ll send PC Lefebvre
to spend the day with you.

It´s rather a lot, but it´s
all explained on the bill.

Oh, no. It was lovely.

We´ve had a lovely time,
haven´t we, Florence?

Lovely.

The rooms, everything.

Very clean. And the chintz.

Yes, we loved the chintz.

Thank you.

I will always recommend you,
if asked.

Well, that´s very kind.

And I would recommend you.

The very best. Five star guests.
A rarity.

Oh, um...

Yes?

I wondered, could you possibly
cash us a check?

You see, Florence has problems

queuing at the bank.

Of course not, of course not.

No problem at all.
How much do you need?

Uh, I think £400 would do it.

Here.

Thank you.

Here we go.

Goodbye.

I think I´ll just run down
to the bank with these now.

Okay.

You won´t need the gun
where we´re going.

No.
So what´s the plan?

We´ve just had a hot lead.

Apparently one of the banks
just phoned in.

Somebody´s tried to pass off
one of their checks.

Ooh, hot lead.

Mm-hmm.
Come on, we´ll go in your car.

Fuel injected, twin cam,
330 BHP.

She´ll do 155.

How would you know?

No one lives forever, Henry.

Oh, please,
no philosophy.

Yes?

Police.

Oh, you were quick.

Well, we were already
working on the case, sir.

You´re our "hot lead."

How do we get in?

The door.

Uh, Yes.

Oh, well you´d better come
through the kitchen.

See?

What´s wrong
with the kitchen door?

I use one all the time.

It would be nice
to have a choice.

Do you hear me?

Yes, it would be nice
to have a choice.

So, now how much was it?

£1,200 on the rooms and meals,

£400, I advanced them
against a check.

Advanced them?

You were done, Mr. Russell.

Yes. Thank you.
Quick, but blunt.

Were there any other visitors?

The nephew had a companion.
A hard-looking woman.

I only saw them briefly.

Anything else
special about them?

Knitting.

Knitting, yes.

And cooking.

Ah, cooking.

Bread and butter pudding.

Really?

They showed our chef
how to do it.

Now, is that one
of the chef´s or one of theirs?

Theirs.

Do you think I might...?

Why not?
Here, you have some, too.

Have a spoonful of pudding
that cost 1,600 quid.

Thanks.

Hmm.

Now what´s that taste?

About 50 quid.

Dundee marmalade.

Strained, then spread
on the bread and butter

before cooking.

Course. It´s magnificent.

Um, your chef isn´t
in at all, is he?

Well, he didn´t
know them really.

I dealt with them.

You want the recipe?

Um...please.

Well, looks fine to me.

Let´s go shopping first.

It´s the right time
to book in.

People are funny
if you turn up late.

All right, but I want to go
shopping at some point.

We will.

Maybe we should
stay somewhere else.

Oh, I don´t think we´ll find
anywhere nicer.

I mean us. You and me.

Maybe we should stay
somewhere alone.

Well, you know best, Maeve.

It might be better.

Did you notice anything

particular
about these ladies, sir?

No. Just two old biddies.

Very mumsey -- They were
obsessed with what I ate.

They told me off
for using the microwave.

And they gave me some fantastic
bread and butter pudding.

Did it have marmalade in it?

Oh, come to think of it, yes,
I suppose it did.

Uh!

What´s the matter?

I´ve broken it.

I don´t believe it.

I can´t close the door,
I can´t get anywhere.

Great.
Have you got a telephone, sir?

Excuse me, can you give me
some information

about opening an account here?

It´s just that my wife and I are
very interested in the shop.

The stuff´s so nice and we´d
like to know how easy it is

to open an account?

We ought to get one of those
orange sticker things,

then we can park where we want.

We have parked where we want.

Yes, but when we want.

Yes, that´s fine,
we´ll take the details.

Excuse me,
I´ll be back in a minute.

Please excuse me. Two secs...

Did they pay for that?

No.

Excuse me?!

Come on. Come on!

Oi, you! Stop!

Come back!

Mr. Hume, could you let me have
a copy of that bill of sale

for the Volvo, please?

- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks.

Any luck at the collator´s
office?

No.

- Did you check missing persons?
- Not yet.

I think that´s where we´ll find
them -- missing persons.

Unattached and unencumbered
old ladies

do not float round England
any more than babies do.

Somebody must be missing them?

The question is who?

Well, they´re from round here.

They know the area.

Do me a favor, will you go,

and see what he´s done
with that document?

Certainly.

- Henry?
- Yes?

I don´t know how
to explain this.

Something on your mind?

Something
like this perhaps?

I have a license.

Not to carry it in
the boot of your car, you don´t.

Weren´t you shot once?
Don´t you understand?

Yes and no, in that order.

Look, a gun is for the gun club.

The boot of the car
is for your shopping.

Thank you.

Now, Detective Sergeant
Cambridge

will drive you back.

Meantime, I´ll check
with Barstock nick

on missing persons.

You quite sure
you wouldn´t prefer

to drive him back yourself, sir?

Positive.

Right.

Mr. Coverly?

Yes?

Hello, I´m
Detective Inspector Crabbe.

You reported your sisters
as missing.

I wonder if I could ask you
a few questions about that?

Yes, of course.

Did you make those?

Of course,
I learned from my mother.

She was a great cook, our mum.

They´re very good.

What does bread and butter
pudding mean to you?

Harriet.

She makes the best
bread and butter pudding

you´ve ever tasted.

If you´ve found that, you´ve
found my sisters, Mr Crabbe.

Um, I´m looking
for two old ladies.

I understand they cash
their pensions here.

The Coverly sisters.

They´ve done it for years.

Well, except
for the last few months.

They´ve been traveling around.

So where are they now?

Couldn´t say.

It´s a free country, mate.

There. They´ll be back.

How do you know?

You can only do so many changes.

Then you have to return
to base, so to speak.

Are you sure?

Their time is up.
I´ve got their new books.

Smashing old dears.

Do you know, they once
brought us in a --

Yeah, I know,
a bread and butter pudding.

How did you know that?

Ugh.

I´ll take you in.

Thank you.

Thank you.

That´s twice.

Yeah, so it is.

And here´s a "please."

Please?

Would you help me
on with that, please?

This?

Mm-hmm.

What is it?

It´s an electronic stimulator
for the nerves in my back.

It, um,

cuts down on the pain.

I see.

Uh, you´ll have to put
the jelly on first.

It makes the contact.

Oh.

Forget it. I can´t feel.

What is there to forget?

That you´re beautiful.

I´m a Detective Sergeant

assigned to working with you,
P.C. Lefebvre, temporarily.

Is there anything else?

Yeah, my whisky.

Ice?

No.

And the white tablets,
the big ones there. See?

You could always get me
another bottle,

there´s an offy down the road.

I could.

What good would it do?

Do you want one?

No.

No, of course,
what good would it do?

If you keep on drinking
and taking painkillers

at the same time, you will
eventually kill yourself.

Good.

What am I, Sarge? Eh?

I´m a crippled copper
who gets stoned

on whisky and prescription
morphine, eh?

And it has to be this way?

Yes, apparently, yes!

I didn´t choose this fate --
it chose me!

And anyway, it´s not so much

the length of it,
it´s the depth.

Sorry?

It´s not so much
how long I live,

but what I feel when I´m alive.

What I feel!

Maybe this is true of us all.

But circumstances
rather shoved it in my face.

I´m very tired, Cambridge,
I think you should go now.

Whoa!

Chef, that smells fantastic.

- I should say so.
- Right, coffee´s up.

Can you call Margaret,
Nicola?

I hope you were taking notes.

- So do I.
- Yeah, of course.

Bread and butter pudding
for tomorrow´s lunch.

You see the secret is to warm
the marmalade,

strain out the peel, and then
spread it on the bread

before you make the pudding --
bitter sweet.

My grandmother used to put
it on the plate.

Well, you kept that
to yourself.

You were too busy chasing
foreign recipes to notice, chef.

The romantics were prompted
to travel to far off places

in search of the unfamiliar.

- Who´s romantic?
- John.

- Aw.
- No I´m not. You are.

That´s nice.

Er, Margaret?

She´s just coming.

She´s just seeing
the last couple out.

Is this a midnight feast?

No, no, you´ve got
to have pajamas on

to have a midnight feast.

I haven´t got any.

Well, we´d best have
a midnight feast then, eh.

It´s hot.

Good night. Thanks for coming.

Bye.

Cambridge.

May I come in?

What happened to P.C. Lefebvre?

Oh, he got shot.

Years ago,
before you were on the job.

How?

It was tragic.
He was on traffic.

Pulled in a bloke for speeding,
a man called Wisley.

He produced a gun and shot him.

Ian begged them
to let him stay on,

and, well, it was good
for the image

of the new caring force,
you know.

"We do not
throw our policemen aside."

In fact, some people
have trouble leaving.

Why is he so angry with me?

Well, probably because
you´re well in one piece.

You´re right at the start
of your career,

and making a success.

But you know, he´s
got to allow people in.

I mean, if you do anything
for him,

he immediately throws it
back in your face.

Many people are like that.
Many policemen are like that.

No, he´s different.
He´s...empty.

He says it´s a question
of quality,

and he sees
his quality of life as poor.

Well, you can see
his point.

But he doesn´t have
to be that way.

No, but it´s his problem.

He has to work it out
for himself.

That´s right.

I mean, Henry was shot once.
Look how normal he´s become.

There we go, Chef.

Aha, Now come on,
Cambridge, cheer up.

Bread and butter pudding.

Thank you.

Substance...a postcard
from the real world.

It looks very nice.

Still not right.

I don´t know.

This is not as good as theirs.

Why me? It´s always me.

Why me? it´s always me.

Good evening.

In a bit of a hurry,
aren´t we, sir?

Good evening.

Can I see your license, please?

Yeah, sorry about that.

Ah!

Ah!

Oh, um...all right!

We fixed your car.

Oh.

No charge.

Oh, thanks. Thanks a lot.

What time is it?

7:30. I was on my way to work.

Oh.

Look, I´ve got someone
waiting for me.

Mind how you go
with that motor, eh?

Yeah, yeah, thanks, yeah.

Listen, um...

thanks again, yeah?

Morning, sir.

Have we swapped offices?

No, I just wanted
to get your attention first

before your phone
started ringing.

So you have it.
Found the Twirlies?

Yes, sir. The Coverly sisters.

Harriet and Florence --
spinsters of this parish.

We´ve even found their
companions in crime, too.

Maeve Cormack.
Born April 29, 1960.

She´s got more form
than Red Rum.

73 arrests.

Theft from shops,

using stolen checks,
using stolen credit cards.

Possession of stolen goods,
you name it.

73 arrests?
She´s not learned much.

Oh, on the contrary,
sir, I think she has.

She´s learned how to use people.

Really.

Sidney Ruff, for example.

He cashed
some stolen checks for her.

He ended up going away for it

for three months.

Interestingly enough,

Sidney was
the old ladies´ lodger.

So, Maeve is using the Twirlies

to front her stolen check books
and credit cards.

Exactly.

Have you pinched them?

Not yet, we hope to today, sir.

Good.
Better get on with it, then.

Hmm, I checked our copy

of P.C. Lefebvre´s Firearms
Certificate, this morning.

You were up early.

You know, he´s got four pistols.

So? I´d have thought
shooting was

a good choice of sport
given his circumstances.

I found this one

in the boot of his car.

It´s quite safe, of course,

but I can´t say
the same for the other three.

We did too much, you know.

We made such a performance
over him.

Queens Police Medal, insurance
payouts, pensions, the works.

You´ve seen that car he drives.
He´s got everything.

Not quite everything, sir.

All he had to do was go
somewhere quiet and enjoy it.

But would he? No.

I can hardly show him the door.

He hangs around here like
an uninvited guest at a wedding.

So why the sudden
urgency to attach him to ClD?

Wisley starts his parole today.

Wisley? The man who shot him?

Yes.

Oh, thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Hello, Ian.

I thought you were supposed
to be on duty?

I called in sick.

Oh, yeah?
So what are you doing here?

You know very well
what I´m doing here, Henry.

I´ve come to see Wisley
regain his freedom.

Come on, Ian.
You don´t have time for that.

Don´t I?

No, neither do I.

Now come on, I need your help
in the High Street.

I´m busy.

Right now.

Look, you begged
the force to keep you on.

So they let you.

So, are you going to come
and do this work now,

or are you going to sit here
the rest of your life

feeling sorry for yourself?

I was kept on because there was
advantage in it.

Political advantage.

I´m a weapon
in the publicity war.

Yeah, well, we all
make our bargains, mate.

Now are you going to come

and do the job, or what?

There he is.

Scot-free.

Five years, then it´s over.

Is that just?

No.

No. If I could walk out that
gate too, that´d be just.

Released. Game over.

And is that your devil?

He took away my legs.

He didn´t take your brain.

Now come on,
I need your help, Ian.

You´ve got to forget
about Wisley.

Forget?

Insofar as you can,

yes, you´ve got to
put him out of your mind.

Now come on, turn that key.

Good man.

What time is it?

12:15.

Do you think they close
for lunch in there?

What, am I an habitué
of pension queues?

Now don´t go soft on me, Ian.

As if I would.

So what´s the plan, boss?

Spread out.

Okey-dokey.

Get off.

Police, Maeve.

You´re nicked.

What are you doing?

Sorting these.

Which ones we´ve used,
which ones we haven´t.

Flo.

Yes, dear?

What will become of us?

In what sense?

This is wrong.

Mummy and Daddy
wouldn´t have liked it.

There isn´t much Mummy and Daddy

would recognize now.

But they´d recognize us.
And they´d say it was wrong.

Well, Tatsie,
nothing lasts forever --

especially at our age.

But we shouldn´t do this.

It´s too late
for regrets now, dear.

Much too late.
The die is cast.

Hello.

There are plenty
of other seats.

I know,
but I particularly wanted

to talk to you two ladies.

What about?

Cooking.

You see, I´m a man
who wants to know

a really good recipe for
bread and butter pudding.

Bread and butter pudding?

Yes.

How are you doing it?

Well, I cut the crusts off, then
I spread the bread with butter

and strained marmalade,

and then I sprinkle sultanas
and sugar on top and then bake.

Full cream milk?

Oh, naturally.

Vanilla sugar?

Of course.

Vanilla sugar.

See, I knew I was missing
something.

It´s our mother´s recipe.

I know. I had a version of it
from your brother, Jack.

You are the Miss Coverlys,
I presume?

Because, you know, he´s very
worried about you.

And you are?

Detective Inspector Crabbe.

Unfortunately.

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