18x15 - Cashing In

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪

- There you go, David. - Hey.

-Hey! - I hope this isn't a fake.

-What's up with you? - Just come from the bank.

Three forged fivers in this week's takings. Three.

Hey, Mr Scripps had one of those

in the garage last week.

I'll give Joe a ring, shall I?

Yeah.

-Is he in? - Who?

Sergeant Miller.

Tell him Jeanie with the light-brown hair is here.

That'll make him blush.

I've been to see my sister in Edinburgh.

We do it twice a year.

Oh, I would k*ll for a cup of tea, Geoffrey.

Oh, now that's what I call service.

You must be Alf.

Look, excuse me Mrs...

Miller. Jean Miller.

Well, you see, Mrs Miller...

Mrs Miller.

I-I see. Oh. A cup of tea.

- Jean? - I know.

I'm treading on holy ground, George. I'm sorry.

Only the train broke down just outside Ashfordly.

They said we might have to wait hours,

so I thought I'd come over here,

let you drive me home after work.

I've been in Edinburgh, you see.

With her sister. They do it twice a year.

-Sugar? - No need, Younger.

There's a very nice cafe in Marsham Street, Jean.

They do a very good Eccles cake.

Have a look round the shops, why don't you?

-Get back here about sixish. - You trying to get rid of me?

Don't worry.

Not expecting you to mix business and pleasure.

We all know what you're like.

See you later, then.

Traffic reports. My desk. Five minutes.

There's no shame in being fooled by one of these.

Had any strangers in the past few days?

GINA: Not that I can think of.

Then maybe someone local's passing them.

I'll have to keep a hold of this. Dig around a bit.

Well, dig as much as you like.

I think forgers should be strung up.

BERTIE: She's looking older.

Everybody's looking older these days.

Yeah, but that's a really snazzy trouser suit.

And look at that.

What's this, then?

Judy Garland's got married again, in London,

to husband number five.

Bernie's a big fan.

She says she likes living in England

and is planning to rent somewhere

in the country, but...

What if...? Dawn... Oh, no. It's daft.

Oh. It might happen.

She says here that she likes Yorkshire.

Imagine.

Filling Judy Garland's t*nk with four star.

DAWSON: You've done well, Mason.

These notes are part of a batch from Bristol,

all with the same serial number.

They're from a g*ng run by one Jim Bly.

It was cracked wide open,

by Bly himself was never found.

Nor was his girlfriend. Ruthie Abbott.

Whoo! No one's gonna miss her in a crowd.

Bly had various cons, all of which were designed

to get forged currency into circulation

in exchange for good,

which was then used to fund drug trafficking

out of Bristol.

people were arrested when the ring was broken,

but no one knows where Bly got to.

I thought he left the country.

Now that these notes have turned up here,

you think that he has, too?

I think it's worth investigating.

Show the pictures around. See what you get.

Usual, please, Gina.

Ah, David, just the person.

Are you free this afternoon, by any chance?

Oh, yes, sir, I could be.

Good, because I've let the low house to a friend

who's putting up some American clients.

You know how picky the yanks can be.

I need some furniture taken over from the hall.

Something in it for you.

Oh, right. Well, thank you. I-I'll drink up.

Good man.

Everything all right there, Blaketon?

CASH REGISTER DINGS

Blimey! Where did all these come from?

I found it on the roadside.

Who'd bother to collect all this stuff and then dump it?

Someone with taste maybe. Oh, I know that.

It was on Mrs Tebbit's mantelpiece for years.

It's not something you'd easily forget.

Perhaps I should have a word with her.

Oh, she d*ed last year.

You can ask Sandra, though, her daughter.

She's out on the Elsinby Road.

-Excuse me. - Hello.

Have you seen either of these people?

- MAN: No. No, 'fraid not. - WOMAN: No.

GEOFF: Could you let us know if you do?

Excuse me.

Agh! Oi!

Oi!

Oi, you there. Police. Come here.

SHEEP BLEATING

Jim?

Jim!

Jim! Jim!

Make a bit more noise, why don't you?

The cops are on the streets, showing pictures around.

- Of us? - I don't know.

I didn't get close enough to find out.

What are we gonna do?

Once we get to Holland, we'll be fine.

I can get money there.

Can't you talk your cousin into being paid later?

No. He won't budge. Cash up front.

And real cash, Jim. He knows about the duff stuff.

Well, I can't get cash!

The pigs have seized all my assets.

SIGHS

We'll have to keep passing the fivers.

It's getting risky, Jim.

♪ You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

♪ Cryin' all the time

♪ You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

♪ Cryin' all the time

♪ Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit

♪ And you ain't no friend of mine

♪ Well, they said you was high-classed

♪ Well, that was just a lie

HORN HONKS

PEGGY:Ooh! Well, honestly!

That car.

That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

What on earth is all this, Younger?

Surely processing a shoplifter

is within your competence.

Or is that too much to hope for?

Jean?

The Gazette are gonna love this.

"Police Chief's wife in shoplifting scandal."

How do you know she's my wife?

It's a matter of a tin of luncheon meat, sergeant.

Found in Mrs Miller's bag.

-MILLER Is this true? - It certainly is.

Oh, Jean. What have you done?

I've done nothing. Nothing at all.

She would say that, wouldn't she?

Perhaps there's been some misunderstanding.

My wife has been under some strain lately.

No, I haven't.

And as the goods have been returned...

This is what they call graft.

MILLER: Graft?

MAN: This kind of corruption can't go unchallenged.

I'm pressing charges. Arrest this woman.

He's right. You'd better arrest me.

What?

- Want a full investigation. - So do I.

Well, go on.

I only sold it yesterday.

A nice young couple. I got two pounds for it.

They were setting up a shop somewhere, they said.

Sheffield, I think.

Was it these people, by any chance?

Well, I suppose it might have been her.

Her hair were blonde, though, not black.

But the man waited down by the path.

Is something wrong?

Did they pay with a five pound note?

They didn't have any change,

so I gave them three pounds back.

How on earth did you know that?

Do you still have it?

I spent it at the greengrocer's.Sorry.

So, it's them, is it?

Right. They're gonna get it now with both barrels.

Hey, David, give us a hand.

Thank you.

Right. That's all right.

My dear, I am mortified.

That naughty husband of mine swore faithfully

that he could drive on the wrong side of the road.

- He nearly k*lled us all! - Yes, he did!

Now, I am a stranger here.

But I'm sure you know everyone

and everything there is to know.

I pray that you will be my good friend and companion.

-You will, won't you? - Well... Well, I--

That's settled, then.

Now, let me make you some real American coffee,

while you unload the truck.

Oh, and I hope you won't be offended

if I offer you a small gratuity

for all your hard work.

So kind of you.

No, I-I won't be offended at all.

Mrs...? It's Dean. But please, call me Judy.

♪ I'm always chasing rainbows

It... It...

It's Judy Garland.

♪ Watching clouds drifting by... ♪

So, a possibly sighting from Sandra Tebbit.

The game itself is as old as the hills.

Buy something worthless, pay with a forged note

and get real money back as change.

It would explain why so many forged fivers

are in circulation locally.

Isn't this all a bit small scale for Bly?

We've closed down his whole network.

His bank accounts are frozen.

Looks to me like he's seriously strapped.

Why come here?

If Bly's passing so many forged notes so quickly,

he's getting desperate.

Ruthie's from up this way.

We think they're looking to leave the country.

She has a cousin who runs a fishing boat out of Whitby.

He's under surveillance.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Sorry, sarge.

What do you want to do about the suspect?

She's still in the interview room.

DOOR OPENS

We'll be going home in about half an hour.

But I'm under arrest.

I'll write out a charge sheet and you'll be released,

pending further action.

Blount will drop the charges when he's calmed down a bit.

But you think I'm guilty.

You think I'm a shoplifter.

I don't think that, love.

But you have to admit,

you've not been yourself lately.

And you're at an age, Jean, when...

I'm going through the change, so I'm losing my marbles?

Is that it?Is that your explanation, sergeant?

I thought the police was supposed to investigate crime.

We will investigate,

but we've got more urgent cases at the moment.

I'm not leaving here until my innocence is proved

or that horrible shopkeeper sees sense!

You'll have to lock me up, George.

We'd only do that if you were uncooperative.

Oh, I intend to be, don't you worry.

What is the punishment for assaulting a police officer?

DOOR UNLOCKS

Morning, Mrs Miller.

Nice cup of tea.

I suppose he's furious with me.

"Furious" would cover it, yes.

He's afraid I'll embarrass him.

The mad wife.

The thief.

I thought he'd defend me.

How could he not believe me?

I'll try and have a word.

No, don't you dare.

This has got to run its course.

I intend to be vindicated.

I don't believe it. It can't be! Hey, Dawn.

Don't get ahead of yourself, Bernie.

As I keep telling our David,

we can't be sure it is Judy Garland.

I mean, she's going as Judy Dean.

It's Deans, actually.

Mrs Mickey Deans. It's her new married name.

It must be her, it must be.

Well, she don't look like she did in The Wizard Of Oz.

What, she weren't wearing a gingham frock and plaits?

I don't suppose you look like you did years ago.

I'd recognise her. In an instant.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

-Miss Tebbit? - I'm sorry to bother you.

Only I think I've done something stupid.

- Tell me. -The woman asked

if I knew anyone else local

who might have interesting objects to sell.

I mentioned my friend Doreen. She lives in Thackerston.

- Think they might visit her? - They said they would.

But Doreen's away till Friday. And I told them that.

What if they burgle her house while she's away?

I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on it.

Thank you for letting me know.

This could be really useful.

Whereabouts in Thackerston?

SONG: 'Standing On The Corner'

♪ Standing on the corner

♪ Watching all the girls go by

♪ Standing on the corner

♪ Watching all the girls go by

♪ Brother, you don't know a nicer occupation... ♪

Michael, honey, could you get me some ice?

Michael?

- Michael! - Shh!

Michael. Mickey. You see?

Bernie, did you get a good look, then?

WOLF WHISTLE

Chris, have you any idea how hard it is

to get that kind of money two or three quid at a time?

SIGHS

Look.

You know Jim's good for it. I just...

Yeah, yeah. All right.

No.

All right.

Whatever you say.

He won't budge.

And the boat leaves Whitby Saturday night.

- How short are we? - .

quid by Saturday? Oh, Jim!

quid. It's crazy. I've got money. Loads of it.

If I could just get my hands on it.

This is my fault.

If I hadn't walked out like that...

Hey, stop that.

If you hadn't walked out,

I'd have been there when the cops turned up.

I'm glad we had that fight.

And making up was fun, weren't it, eh?

We'll try the house in Thackerston.

No, there's nobody there till Friday. The woman said so.

All the better. If someone is there, we'll play the con.

If not, we'll break in.

There'll be something we can pawn.

And when it's dark,

we'll nick a car and head for Whitby.

No point in risking it till we have to.

HORN HONKS

I've seen the couple you're after

at the phone box on Fraser Road.

They disappeared towards Thackerston.

Thackerston? Carol, you're brilliant.

Delta Alpha - to control.

I need to get a message to Sergeant Dawson. Over.

PEGGY:Well, is it her?

Yeah, go on, Bernie, is it?

Well, it looks like her.

She's wearing red and that's her favourite colour.

And vodka's definitely her tipple.

How d'you know all that?

Well, I read things. I remember.

Hello?Is anyone there?

No.

Davy, honey, is that you?

Oh. Oh.

Er...

Yeah, we j... Just wanted...

To see if you were settling in all right.

Well, I guess that is a real British welcome.

Am I going to be interrogated now?

Questioned, Jean. Not interrogated.

Now, there are two police officers present,

as required by the law

for your protection and for ours.

Oh, don't be so pompous.

Now, you deny taking the tin of luncheon meat,

but can offer no explanation

as to how it ended up in your bag?

It's your job to solve crimes, isn't it?

I thought I was innocent until proven guilty.

Proven, George.

Not blamed by a husband, who should know better!

GEOFF: Erm...

If Mr Blount insists on pressing charges

and this goes to court,

the judge will take into account

any mitigating factors.

- Mitigating factors? - Yes.

Special circumstances.

Are you taking any new medicines, for instance?

No.

Any problems at home?

Problems at home?

Let's see.

A husband who thinks I'm a liar.

Who doesn't talk to me much.

And when he does, doesn't listen to what I say.

He hasn't looked at me with love or kindness

in half a year.

Someone who'd rather spend every hour that God sends

stuck at his desk than share any time with me.

Do those count as problems, Geoffrey?

Take Mrs Miller back to the cells, Younger.

We'll continue this later.

SIGHS

We... Hmm. We love you.

I mean, we absolutely love you.

Well, that's... sweet.

Well, not as much as Bernie does.

Erm... I'm sorry, I mean, Bernard.

This is Bernard. He works in a garage.

You're everything to him.

Bernie. Go on.

Well, say hello to Mrs Deans, you daft ha'peth!

Please, it's Judy.

Hm.

Michael, honey. We have visitors.

And you'll never believe this.

Bernard is a mechanic.

Isn't that wonderful?

Bernard, your timing's great.

Something's been rattling under the hood

since we came through a place called Middlesbrough.

The hood? Oh.

Oh, you mean the bonnet?

Oh! You mean, you want me to mend your Cadillac?

Oh, my.

This is beyond my wildest dreams.

Whoo-hoo!

Spill the beans, then.

The sarge's wife. What did she say?

Donald, when your marriage was in trouble,

would you have wanted people gossiping about it?

All right. Fair enough.

But their marriage is in trouble, then?

Sandra said they were planning on coming here.

And Carol saw them headed this way.

It's still a bit of a long sh*t.

All right, I'll give it a go.

An hour. No more.

Cheese and pickle, sarge.

Your favourite. Or so your wife tells me.

I'll thank you to mind your own business.

We're walking on eggshells out there, sarge.

- Has Younger said anything? - Of course he hasn't.

You might not want to talk to me,

but you should talk to someone, you know.

- Nothing to talk about. - Right.

Alf.

I'm sorry.

You're trying to help, I suppose.

I don't know how to talk to her any more.

This last year, since the girls have gone.

Well, perhaps you shouldn't try to talk.

Perhaps you should try to listen.

Works a treat for Mrs Ventress.

DOOR CLOSES

There we are.

Oh, thank you, Milord.

Are you a fan by any chance?

Sorry?

You do know who your friend's client is at the low house?

It's only Judy Garland.

Really?

Look up there, Milord. There's a flying pig.

LAUGHS

Bernie said it's true.

Well, Johnny does do a lot of business

in New York and California.

Judy Garland!

Well, I must invite her for supper.

I wonder when the piano was last tuned.

MUSIC: 'Paranoid' by Black Sabbath

You're nicked!

GRUNTS

SHRIEKS

Ruth Abbott, I'm arresting you

for attempted burglary

and assaulting a police officer.

♪ Starstruck, baby Starstruck

♪ You're taken in by the lights... ♪

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your lucky day.

See Hollywood's finest at play.

Enter a world of romance and glamour.

It's only half a crown.

Here you are!

See Hollywood's finest at play.

Enter a world of glamour and romance.

- Yes? - Yeah.

Hey, come on, then.

Hey.

Bernie...do you think I could be a film star?

Shouldn't think so.

I'm sure you'd be very good at it, though.

Yeah. I thought so, too.

SHRIEKS

CLEARS THROAT

I haven't seen Jim in months, not since he left the country.

We saw you together.

That wasn't Jim.

Don't waste our time, Ruthie.

Jim's got contacts, you know.

He won't let anything happen to me.

- He loves me. - DAWSON: Right.

He loves you so much,

he leaves you to get locked up.

SIGHS

It's like dealing with a wayward six-year-old.

You have a go.

MUSIC: 'Stealer' by Bob Seger

Sergeant Miller, your wife--

Not now.

♪ I went down

♪ To the centre of the town

♪ In my feet

♪ Was the burning ground

♪ She stood on the corner

♪ Luring as can be

♪ I said, "Hey, good-looking

♪ You're comin' with me"

♪ She said, "Yeah"

♪ I'm the stealer

♪ Come to steal your love... ♪

I'm saying nothing.

You're wasting your time.

No, Ruthie. You are wasting our time.

It'll go a damn sight easier for you if you cooperate.

You might as well, you know. It's over.

How come a man like Jim Bly is doing low-grade cons?

What happened in Bristol, Ruthie?

How did you get away?

We weren't there when you lot piled in.

We'd had a fight. A real up-and-downer.

I got on the first train out of town

and...he followed me on to the train.

You know, it was dead romantic,

like something out of a film.

By the time we got to London,

our faces were all over the evening papers,

so we headed up north.

We only had what we stood up in.

Right. Just like Bonnie and Clyde.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

I thought you might find this useful.

DOOR CLOSES

Tell us about your cousin, Ruthie.

Chris Blackshields, isn't it?

A fisherman working out of Whitby.

♪ I've got a dream for sale...

I must ask you to remain very quiet.

♪ Won't you try? If you will close your eyes

♪ Then maybe you can visualise

♪ A cottage by the shore

♪ Here's the key

♪ A paradise for two

♪ Just you and me

♪ If you will say you'll be mine

♪ I'll take down the sign

♪ That says I've got a dream for sale ♪

That Armstrong woman's here again, isn't she?

Mm.

You're right, my darling. The English are all mad.

Stop! Thief!

TYRES SCREECHING

You again! No, you don't.

Come on.

MILLER: Hello, love.

Don't call me love unless you mean it.

Don't start, please.

Alf Ventress had a word with me.

Did he?

I told him not to.

He made me think.

We've got a problem and we need to deal with it.

Oh! Oh, good. Just like that.

How long have we been married?

Not long enough for you to believe

what I tell you, apparently.

Well, you can't say I didn't try.

George.

I know I'm losing my figure

and I'm getting a bit wrinkly.

I'm not the girl you twirled around the dance floor

at the Locarno.

But I'm still Jean.

The Jean who likes Arctic Roll and mystery novels.

Can you still see her?

I don't think I've looked, you know.

For quite a while.

I don't think you have.

She's missed you.

And I didn't steal that tin of luncheon meat.

So you're heading for the Continent

on your cousin's fishing boat?

That's not true. I never said that.

We worked it out, Ruthie.

- DAWSON: It's what we do. - Then you're wrong.

Mr Blackshields'll confirm that, will he?

I don't know any Mr Blackshields.

I haven't got any cousins.

I don't think we need Ruthie any more.

Jim's not going to Whitby.

Don't think we do, PC Mason.

Put her in the cells, will you?

This way, please.

GRUNTS

PHONE RINGING

Hello?

Lord Ashfordly.

My, my. Tonight?

No. No. We don't have any plans.

OK. Thank you.

The Whitby force are bringing in Blackshields now.

I've spoken with Division. I need a word.

Yeah, course I know Tommy.

And you remember him being in here yesterday?

Well, now you come to mention it, yeah.

Good, it seems young Tommy here

has discovered a new game.

It's called stealing, in't it, Tommy?

And his favourite part of this game consists

of taking things off the shelves

of shops like yours

and slipping them into the bags and pockets

of innocent bystanders.

One of the people he did this to yesterday was--

Your boss's missus. Yeah, I get it.

You little so-and-so.

I take it you'll drop the charges against Mrs Miller?

Fetch Miss Abbott, would you, Wetherby?

You think we'll get anything more from her?

Not up to us. Division want her.

She'll have information on other members of Bly's g*ng.

- I'm driving over now. - Shall I come with you?

In case she plays up?

No need. She'll be handcuffed.

I'll be fine.

♪ Hey-hey, good-looking... ♪

Does this look all right

for dinner with a real bona-fide lord?

Honey, you look fantastic.

Hmm.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

I'm not comfortable, sarge.

With Bly still at large, Sergeant Dawson's at risk.

Are you suggesting that CID don't know what they're doing?

ENGINE STARTS

I didn't even see that boy, you know, in the shop.

I'm very grateful, Geoffrey.

And I'm sorry if I embarrassed you before.

Oh, thank you.

I see they're making you comfortable.

Oh, yes.

Is this where I say, "I told you so"?

Would you like to wait in my office?

Where's Joe?

It's a waste of time, you know.

Jim'll find me.

He loves me.He won't let you send me down.

MUSIC: 'Double Concerto in D Minor' by Bach

This is so kind of you, Lord Ashfordly.

I hope you'll come again.

Next time I'll invite

some of my more entertaining friends.

We'll make a proper party of it.

That would be lovely, if we stay.

I'm not certain we will.

Is the house not to your liking?

Heavens, no. It's charming.

But our arrival does seem

to have got people hot under the collar.

It's not exactly comfortable.

I suppose that's the price of fame.

CHUCKLES

Oh, come on. No one here has heard of me.

But your work is known and loved around the world.

You're all the same, coppers.

You're all bent.

Go on, then. What's your price?

How much to let me go?

Would you please just shut up?

BANGING

TYRES SCREECHING

I wonder... No, no, no.

You'll think me impertinent, I'm sure.

Now, I wonder,

would you honour Ashfordly Hallwith a song?

Oh, do say, if it's too much of a liberty.

The piano was tuned just this afternoon.

Hmm.

I really... don't know what to say.

Say yes, please.

My Lord, not only do I not sing.

I can't sing.

Oh, dear, when did this happen?

I've never been able to sing.

My family begged me not to even try.

Oh, so you're always dubbed, then?

Is that what they call it?

Dubbed?

In your films?

Lord Ashfordly...

who exactly do you think I am?

Er...

Jim!

Jim!

Jim!

Agh!

It's locked.

TAPPING ON VEHICLE

Open the door.

RUTHGASPS

Oh, baby! I knew you'd come.

Maybe he thinks your cousin

wouldn't let him on the boat without you.

- You told her? - No, Jim, I didn't.

I wouldn't.

Be a good girl, eh? Get out of the car.

TRIGGER CLICKS

LAUGHTER

Oh, Judy Garland!

Michael, that's priceless.

Judy Garland.

I take it you're not, then?

Oh, oh, oh.

It explains everything.

Oh, good Lord!

Oh, I-I-I don't mean you.

Although I'm sure you are a very good lord.

Oh, dear me!

Oh. Am I even like her?

I gather so, but...

I am so sorry.

This is very embarrassing, really.

Most awkward indeed.

No, honestly,

we will dine out on this for years.

Right. Where's the keys to the cuffs?

Hurry up, Jim. These things k*ll.

- No! - No! You cow!

MUSIC: 'Your Time's Gonna Come' by Led Zeppelin

SIREN WAILING

No, Jim! Jim, don't leave me!

SIREN WAILING

-Jim, don't leave me! - What are you doing here?

I thought you might need some help.

♪ Messing around every guy in town

♪ Putting me down

♪ For thinking of someone new... ♪

g*nsh*t

WETHERBY: Geoff!

GEOFF GROANS

Geoff!

You all right, lad?

Hang on in there, Geoff. Hang on in there.

I'm afraid I am just a very minor academic

called Judy Dean.

I've written a couple of books on American art.

That's why I was astonished anyone had heard of me.

Michael is a business colleague of Johnny's.

When he told us about the house,

we thought it would be fun.

My sincerest apologies.

Say no more about it, my Lord.

But...

How did it happen?

Well, Bernie Scripps was adamant

that you were Miss Garland.

And I doubt that she has a bigger fan.

Bernard?

That eccentric old grease monkey.

Oh. He's a good man A very good man.

JUDY: I don't doubt it.

Oh, the poor darling.

How can we tell him? He'll be mortified.

I wonder, Lord Ashfordly,

if you would agree to being part

of a very benevolent conspiracy.

GRUNTS

GASPS, SPLUTTERS

Oi!

GRUNTS

PANTS

What kept you?

Weren't easy.

Cadillacs aren't wired like Austins, you know.

You did do it, though?

Of course.

Couldn't let Judy Garland down.

Enough men have done that.

Yeah.

Has Scripps been there all evening?

Well, most of it, Milord.

Can you make sure you keep him here?

GINA: Sounds a bit suspicious.

Well...

WHISPERS

I'm so grateful you turned up when you did.

- I thought I'd had it. - Don't thank me.

It was Mason's idea.

He followed you at a distance.

Then radioed us for backup.

- Are you all right, lad? - Yes, thanks, sergeant.

He only winged me.

Thanks, Joe.

- Owe you a very large drink. - Several, I'd say.

Geoff got sh*t?

WETHERBY: Only a flesh wound.

They're not keeping him in.

He's in hospital? Poor Geoff.

We all got knocked about.

Yeah, but you're used to it, aren't you?

Do you ever feel like

you're being taken for granted?

Hey, not by us, Joe.

I don't think you should have been

put at risk like that.

Being a woman, I mean.

What?

Don't look at me. I'm staying well out of it.

MURMURS

Oh, George.

Is it time to go home?

You look lovely.

Don't be daft.

- I must look a right mess. - No.

Lovely.

You don't have to be nice to me, you know.

I don't want you to have to make an effort.

I don't feel that.

Good.

I thought I might take a few days off.

- We could go away somewhere. - I'd like that.

Not Edinburgh, mind.

You should see the prices on the Royal Mile.

Hmm.

-Thank you. - No, no. It's... It's on me.

For being such a hero.

Oh. Right.

Thank you. I suppose I was quite.

Oh, please, Bernard, stay as you are.

Mrs Armstrong, Davy, honey.

I shall miss you so much.

-What...? - Are you going?

-First thing tomorrow. - But what about my...? Oh.

Michael has been called away.

Did you have any luck with the Caddy, Bernard?

Oh, yes, it's fine. It's a beautiful car.

Oh. Let me settle.

No, no. I won't hear of it.

No, it's been an honour and a privilege.

That is so kind.

You know, Bernard,

people like me couldn't be people like me

without people like you.

I hope you'll always think of me

as your good and very special friend Judy.

OSCAR: Do you think I should tell him the truth?

Don't you dare, Oscar.

Don't you dare.