[upbeat music] -[suspenseful music] -[shutter clicking] [truck rumbling] [protestors shouting] [suspenseful music] We know who you are!

MI5, MI6 special branch.

-[protestors shouting] -[camera shutter clicking] Come on, the lot of you.

We won't be put off!

We've got right on our side!

Killing calves for sausages is wrong!

-[protestors shouting] -Now clear off!

-[protestors shouting] -[suspenseful music] [suspenseful music] What's all this?

-[men chattering] -[phone ringing] That's mine!

That's mine!

Shush!

Pie in the Sky.

Crabbe, it's Fisher.

[Henry] Yes, sir.

I have a job for you.

Two summer puddings, one no cream, a fruit salad and a crème brulee please.

A couple of hours?

I expect you in 20 minutes.

[Crabbe stutters] Can I have my card back now?

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Oh, it's from a girlfriend.

Henderson?

A girlfriend?

It is allowed.

So who is she then?

Mind your own biz.

Someone from Dublin.

Said on the card.

Can I leave you without a war breaking out?

Yes, chef.

Henderson, a girlfriend in Dublin.

Well, you are a dark horse.

[suspenseful music] -[Anthony] Hello, Henry.

-Hello, Anthony.

-Got any room to squeeze me in?

-Well, ask Margaret.

I'm sure she'll sort you out.

-Great.

-Okay.

-Bye bye.

-Bye.

-[people chattering] -[peaceful music] -Margaret.

-Oh, Anthony.

We are full.

Oh, it's my fault.

I should've rung.

[diners chattering] -Do you mind sharing?

-No, of course not.

I'll ask that lady lunching alone.

She's a friend of mine.

So, where have you been this time?

Cote d'Azur.

Nice.

Oh, I've always wanted to visit the south of France.

My sister's au pairing there.

Would you like a ticket?

I could get it for you at a rock-bottom price.

Oh, I can't afford a holiday just now.

But thank you anyway.

[diners chattering] So sorry.

Silly of me.

I should have reserved.

Don't worry.

Julia Sutton.

Anthony Neale.

Margaret tells me you're a pilot.

Well, freelance.

I'm a glorified bus driver, really.

Fizzy water, I think.

[Julia] I was going to order some wine.

Won't you join me?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

Will you excuse me just a minute?

Of course.

[diners chattering] He's nice.

See that couple he's with?

He's got them tickets to visit their son in Sweden.

No?

How kind.

What can I say?

Thank you.

-It's so kind.

-It's nothing.

I hope you have a lovely time.

[White-Haired Man] Now look, you must allow me to pay for these.

Why?

It's a pilot's perk.

Oh, but your expenses at any rate.

No, I won't hear of it.

Just enjoy yourselves.

They're thrilled.

I expect he has lots of friends.

No one special.

[diners chattering] [phone ringing] Pie in the Sky.

Leon?

Hello?

I think it's the girlfriend.

[peaceful music] Of course I haven't gone off of you.

[peaceful music] Of course I haven't gone off of you, darling.

-[people laughing] -[peaceful music] [suspenseful music] Sausages.

[phone rings] I thought that'd be right up your alley, sausages.

I make my own.

Course you do.

But you've heard of the Trubbs Thunderbolt?

No, can't say I have.

Veal and pork.

British through and through.

It's all the rage in those supermarket magazine.

Well, Thunderbolt offers your little squad a market opportunity.

Factory's under threat from animal rights types.

Veal is murder, all that malarkey.

Where do we come in, sir?

Special branch have been watching the protesters, but they've allocated all the resources they can.

The factory owner's expressed an interest in hiring the Public Duties Squad.

You.

What do we actually do?

Keep tabs on the protestors.

It should be simple enough.

Yes, but what's the crime?

Crime?

Well, if you actually catch someone burning the place down, nick them.

Other than that, it's a watching brief.

A watching brief.

Don't fuss.

It's just a lot of mad women in wellies living out of plastic bags.

Take Guthrie and Morton.

It'll keep the Public Duties Squad in paid work for weeks.

I didn't invent the system, Crabbe.

[chair squeaking] [people laughing] [Gary] What's the matter?

You know Anthony, the pilot?

He's offered me a cheap airfare to Nice so I can go and see my sister.

[Gary] Well great.

Go.

I can't afford it.

How much is it?

Doesn't matter how much.

I just can't afford it.

He offered you a cheap ticket?

[peaceful music] [suspenseful music] [car rumbling] [gate creaks] Can I give you a lift home?

I don't live far.

Go on, please.

After all, you wouldn't let me pay for lunch.

[peaceful music] [Julia laughs] I haven't been in a sports car for years.

It's very you.

[peaceful music] Yes, you may drive me home.

[peaceful music] Good.

[peaceful music] [machinery squeaking] This is a quality operation.

Top of the market.

We supply specialty shops, top butchers, delicatessens.

You'll find our sausages at Knightsbridge and Jermyn Street.

In fact, anywhere people care about what they eat.

The very best restaurants use our product.

[machinery whirring] Our sausages are well over 95% meat and surpass standards for sausage manufacture anywhere in the world.

Choose a sausage, any sausage.

[Morton] Why?

I can trace it back through its batch number to the farm.

From the farmer to the cow.

I can give you the name of the cow.

All right.

That one.

Daisy [snorts].

They're all called Daisy, aren't they?

Every job's got its joke.

What's yours?

Guarding sausage factories.

Mr. Trubb, why do you think these protesters are so against you?

I mean, this can't be the only sausage factory in England.

Well, we're the veal experts, aren't we?

Veal and pork mix sausages.

Nobody else makes them in the quantity that I make the Trubb Thunderbolt.

Nobody else uses as much meat doing it.

Blood and flesh, you see.

The real stuff.

That's why they hate us.

And I suppose it's because I'm the easiest to put out of business.

I'm the little man, see?

[freezer whirring] But I'm the worm who turned.

The little man who roared back.

No longer a mouse.

I will not be bullied out of business by a load of long-haired, lunatic vegetarians.

No matter what it costs me.

You see that?

Prime veal and pork carcasses.

That is what the Trubb Thunderbolt is made of.

The very best of British.

[freezer whirring] Now, we never let our visitors go away without a sample to take home with them.

The Thunderbolt.

The best banger in Britain.

Oh, thank you sir, but not when we're on duty.

[shoes clacking] You know, that cool room is freezing.

Isn't that the point?

[gate creaks] [car whooshing] [people singing] We're going need an observation van in place by this evening, Morton.

Can I leave that to you?

Sir.

You take the first watch.

Guthrie, you take the second.

I'll cover the meal breaks.

Sausage sandwiches?

You'll be lucky.

[suspenseful music] So the air traffic controller said, you'll have to circle.

You're not due for another 24 hours.

And I said, well, I can't stay up here all night.

To which he replied, yes, well, keep it up as long as you can.

[people laughing] What a wonderful job.

Oh, it does sound fun.

Well, fun is only about 1% of the job.

Better than sitting here, twiddling your thumbs.

Oh, I'm sure you get invited out all the time.

You're very attractive.

Thank you.

I wasn't fishing for compliments.

Dinner invitations are rare.

Married women see rich widows as a bit of a threat.

And what about a career?

It's too late.

It's never too late.

What did you do before you were married?

All sorts of things.

Like?

Well, when I was a student, I sang with a jazz band.

No!

It wasn't much.

Still!

-[birds chirping] -[fire crackling] [upbeat music] ♪ Black magic has me ♪ ♪ In its spell ♪ ♪ That old black magic ♪ ♪ That you weave so well ♪ ♪ Those icy fingers running down my spine ♪ ♪ That same old witchcraft ♪ ♪ When your eyes meet mine ♪ [Julia humming] ♪ Feel inside ♪ ♪ When that elevator starts to ride ♪ ♪ Every time ♪ ♪ Your lips meet mine ♪ [upbeat music] [car whooshing] Look.

Here's Margaret.

No, don't.

Whatever she wants, it's not as important as this.

[upbeat music] [bell rings] -Good afternoon.

-Good afternoon.

Do you think I could have three packets of those Trubbs Thunderbolts, please?

You certainly can.

[gate creaks] Are you sure?

Well, I'm not going anywhere.

Well, I'll pay you back 10 a week.

Don't leave yourself short.

Oh thanks, Gary.

You are full of surprises.

I'll go and give Anthony a call.

Do you think he'd sell me one?

Who?

Well, the pilot.

Well, how would I know?

[pan sizzling] That smells nice.

Yeah?

Well, go and sit down.

[door taps] I'll get it.

[cutlery clinking] Where are they from?

Butcher in the high street.

His own?

Well, they're made locally.

[door creaks] [Margaret] Julia!

I forgot my credit card.

I know.

I've got it here.

How are you?

You got a minute?

That good?

Follow me.

We're going to feed the chickens.

What about these sausages?

No, they're vegetarian.

-You want one?

-No thanks.

They're quite good.

You gonna start making your own?

-What are they?

-[Sally] Do you make your own?

Veal and pork.

No, no, yes.

Now, the thing is, what can you taste in these sausages?

-It's veal and pork, innit?

-I know that.

But what can you actually taste in them?

-Thyme.

-Thyme, yes.

That's good.

Monosodium glutamate mostly.

-Yes.

-It's on the packet.

Yes.

Yes.

They put that in to increase your appetite.

But what can you actually taste?

Salt.

Salt.

Yes.

And there's something else.

Something odd.

[traffic whooshing] Any more for any more?

-I'll take them home.

-No you won't.

I know who'll eat these.

-[birds chirping] -[chickens clucking] You came to the house this afternoon.

Well, I didn't knock.

I didn't think you were in.

Oh, I was in, all right.

[women laughing] Well, he looked like he had been hit by a thunderbolt.

I only met him at lunchtime.

Sometimes it's instantaneous.

-Sometimes.

-[chickens clucking] I'm not sure.

It's very flattering when someone pays you so much attention.

-Too right it is.

-[chickens clucking] Especially when it's a dishy young man.

Especially.

[women laughing] Oh, Margaret.

I don't know.

[chickens clucking] I really should know better at my age.

What rubbish.

[gate creaks] [chickens clucking] [Julia laughs] Do you really think it's possible to fall in love with someone the minute you see them?

-The second.

-[chickens clucking] How long did it take before you were sure about Henry?

Who says I am?

[Julia laughs] [chickens clucking] Sal, can I come with you when you go to see that pilot bloke?

If it's the only way to shut you up.

I was only asking!

[traffic whooshing] You off?

Yes, I won't be long.

Do you believe in thunderbolts?

Oh, yes.

I've got a basketful.

No, no, I'm talking about love, falling in love at first sight.

'Course.

We did, didn't we?

Didn't we?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

-Is this about Julia?

-Yes and that nice pilot, Antony.

Good for them.

But remember what my mother said?

[Margaret And Henry] Marry in haste, repent at leisure.

I give it six months.

Repent, repent.

[upbeat music] [suspenseful music] -[reels whirring] -[suspenseful music] [knuckles tapping] [suspenseful music] What's in the sandwiches?

Sausages.

What's happening?

Lorries in, lorries out.

Meat in, sausages out.

Yes, it's not a very exciting process.

What do you expect?

They're not building a bypass.

So why does Trubb want us here?

Every self-respecting meat factory has to have protestors.

It's like a seal of approval from the vegetarian society.

Yeah.

Still, it's a funny way to run a sausage factory.

Why?

Well, that cold room really was freezing.

I mean, the meat'll be far too cold to process.

Come on, let's have a look.

[door rattles] What sort of sausages are these?

Thunderbolts.

[suspenseful music] [door rattles] -[suspenseful music] -[machinery whirring] -These haven't moved.

-No.

[suspenseful music] This isn't veal.

This is beef.

These are European intervention stocks in deep storage.

Look at this date.

1987?

God, I was still at school in 1987.

[suspenseful music] Guthrie.

[suspenseful music] [Mr. Trubb] Can I help you?

Ah, Mr. Trubb.

We were just looking for you.

Well, now you found me.

What can I do for you?

Well, we were just wondering what sort of night cover you'd like.

[suspenseful music] [sheep bleating] [knocker taps] Sally?

And... Henderson.

I did mention him.

Oh, yes, of course.

Return to Nice, wasn't it?

This weekend.

Let me see what I can do.

I'll bring the ticket round in the morning.

[lips smacking] Oh, and remember wear something smart.

I can probably get you bumped up to first class.

Thank you.

What about mine?

When are you due to go?

I've gotta be in Dublin Saturday, no fail.

Otherwise I'm an ex.

Ex what?

He means his girlfriend will give him the sack.

Oh.

Okay, I'll see what I can do.

I'll dress smart too.

Good.

Can I have a receipt?

This isn't a shop, you know?

-Hello?

-Hello.

We'd better get going.

-Hello, Sally.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Come on in.

[Julia] More tickets?

Yes.

He's off to Dublin to visit his girlfriend and she's going to France to see her sister.

Be easy to get?

Ish.

I hope you're making something out of this.

I'm sure you could do with the money.

Oh dear.

Am I a disappointment?

No.

No, of course not.

It's just that you seem to me to be doing a lot of favors for no return.

There comes a time when favors and work get mixed up.

You have to keep the balance right.

Yes, of course.

You're right.

The truth is, the freelance pilot business isn't quite what it used to be.

No?

In fact, it's awful.

I've been thinking about a change in direction.

Well, what would you do?

Travel is the only trade I know.

I have this dream of opening up a bucket shop.

Maybe I'll make a killing.

Cheap tickets for all.

But?

Yes, there's always a but, isn't there?

But for money.

There's a property going cheap in a high street.

But even a cheap lease has to be paid for and even a bucket shop has to be kitted out.

[traffic whooshing] I'm afraid the truth is I'm not really the success I once thought I was going to be.

You're broke?

In a word, yes.

Have you priced this shop?

Yes.

Show me.

[door rattling] Thunderbolts are made from old meat?

10 years old.

Oh!

You know, what we need is a list of what's written on the sides of all the lorries that come in and go out.

You know, names, phone numbers, all that.

When?

[Henry] Tonight.

We're supposed to be spying on the protestors.

Yes, well, Mr Trubb has paid for our attention, but he hasn't bought us, okay?

I'll see you in the morning.

What about the observation?

We're supposed to take breaks.

Quite right, yes.

Well, you sleep until midnight and you sleep after it.

But we haven't got enough bodies to cover the night shift.

Look, we're all that Trubb has paid for.

I'm sorry.

[door rattles] And don't look like that.

I didn't invent the system.

[suspenseful music] -Goodbye, sir.

-Thank you.

Well, what do you think?

Looks pretty good to me.

[peaceful music] [Anthony] It's all in the location.

This could work.

[peaceful music] -[traffic whooshing] -[peaceful music] -Good morning!

-Hello, sir.

-Nice to see you again.

-Good to see you.

Can I have another set of those Thunderbolts, please?

-Oh yes.

-Three packs, please.

[peaceful music] Okay, four trout, one ham, one roast pepper, and one second kidney, please.

[Gary] All right, got it.

Chef, do you know if Mrs. Crabbe's gonna be long?

Only we're starting to fill up.

She's popped out to visit a friend.

[Gary] Shall I do the trout, chef?

Mm.

I'll leave you the Kate and Sidney, yeah?

Mm.

Do you recognize anything?

No, but I thought that was the point of sausages.

[pan sizzling] Hm.

[Julia] Margaret.

Hi, I can't stay long.

-How are things?

-Marvelous.

Thanks for coming.

Oh, all the best accountants do home visits.

Well, I hope you're not just my accountant.

Julia!

What can I do for you?

I want some investment advice.

I'm thinking of putting 30,000 pounds into a shop.

What do you think?

What kind of shop?

Travel agents.

I didn't know you knew anything about the travel business.

I don't.

I'd be the sleeping partner.

Well, who'll be the working partner?

Well, travel shop.

It's a bit of a clue.

[birds chirping] No.

Yes.

-Anthony?

-Yes.

So you'll put in the 30,000 and then he'll match it with what?

Expertise.

He's very knowledgeable.

-But no money.

-Well no, of course not.

Otherwise he wouldn't need a sleeping partner.

Uh-oh.

You've got that look on your face.

What look?

Julia, I know he's a lovely man.

I'm sure you're having a terrific time, but you hardly know him.

You're talking about a lotta money.

How well would you need to know someone?

30,000 pounds?

Very well indeed.

[Julia] You don't approve?

It's your money.

It was my idea.

The whole thing was my idea!

It's a dream of his.

I suddenly saw that I could do it.

I could make it happen for him.

[birds chirping] Well, I really don't know why you've asked me here.

You've obviously made up your mind already.

[birds chirping] I just wanted to tell someone.

I thought you would understand.

[birds chirping] [pages rustling] [car whooshing] Henry, do I have a look?

What sort of a look?

Disapproving.

Nah.

I don't mean just now.

In general.

Margaret, you do not have a look.

Julia is thinking of sinking 30,000 quid into a business.

[Henry] Oh yeah?

Ours?

Oh, no.

Apparently Anthony the pilot wants to set up a bucket shop in the high street.

Well, doesn't know anything about buckets.

He wants to sell plane tickets.

And she wants to be his partner.

In everything, apparently.

Don't you care?

Not much.

I mean, she's worth what?

2 million?

She wouldn't notice it.

Don't know what all the fuss is about.

I think it's a mistake.

Well, that's one bucket he's not gonna get to the bottom of, is it?

I don't like it.

Julia's very vulnerable since Billy died and the kids left home.

She's all at sea.

And now she's found a pilot.

Oh.

You're not jealous, are you?

About Anthony?

Do me a favor.

He's not my type.

No, no, no, I mean about Julia.

-About Julia?

-Mm.

You're her friend.

She needs you.

Now she has Anthony, maybe she needs you less.

No, Henry.

I'm definitely not jealous.

Good.

-Vegetarian sausages?

-Mm.

Isn't that a contradiction in terms?

Hm.

[suspenseful music] -[lorry whooshing] -[suspenseful music] [brakes squeaking] -[lorry rumbling] -[suspenseful music] See, the thing was sausages.

It isn't the stuff that you put in, it's the stuff that you leave out.

Soya protein.

Trubb makes his sausages out of soya protein.

[suspenseful music] Is he there?

Not yet.

[peaceful music] Table for one, please, Margaret.

Anthony's gone to Oslo for the day.

Oh.

[peaceful music] I'll just have a salad, thank you.

Did you think any more about our conversation last night?

Yes.

I've made up my mind.

And?

I can easily afford this investment.

You're taking a big risk.

I know, I know.

I know it seems unreasonable.

But I'm sure of him.

[Margaret] Julia, did you say that Anthony was in Oslo today?

Yes.

Because I saw him half an hour ago in the high street.

You're mistaken.

I'm not.

Oh Julia, I'm so worried about you.

I don't want him to get hurt.

This is all so quick.

Can't you just... -Just?

-Take it easy.

Just enjoy yourself for a while.

Excuse me, Margaret.

Sally!

Mrs. Sutton.

Anthony asked me to give you this.

[suspenseful music] Is that your ticket?

Does it say anything about mine?

Dear Sally, I meant to bring you the ticket this afternoon but have instead had to fly to Oslo.

I know you're leaving tomorrow.

I will have the ticket there ready for you in time.

You never know, I may even drive you to the airport.

See you at the restaurant first thing tomorrow.

Love and kisses, Antony.

So, he doesn't mention mine?

[suspenseful music] Don't you know when to keep your mouth shut?

He's got my money and I haven't even got a receipt.

[suspenseful music] [Gary] Hey, where you going?

I've changed my mind.

I'm gonna ask for my money back.

He isn't gonna be there.

[suspenseful music] Trubbs Thunderbolt doesn't contain any meat?

No, sir.

None.

Does it matter?

Well, of course it matters.

It matters to all of those women who've been protesting on the part of the poor little veal calves.

It matters to all those people who've been buying veal and pork sausages from Mr. Trubb who makes bangers without any bang.

I suppose the offense would be fraud and deception.

-I suppose it would.

-Well, of course it would!

It's shocking.

[phone ringing] There would be a lot of publicity if we charged him.

Yes, very positive too.

A.C.C.

Fisher protects the public again.

-Okay, nick him.

-Right.

At the end of the month.

What?

Why?

Because he's paid to the end of the month.

Go back to the factory.

Keep the protestor situation under surveillance and on the 31st of the month, nick him.

Why did he call the police in in the first place, I wonder.

Well, he could hardly go down to the factory gates and say, push off, there isn't any meat in the sausages anyway, could he?

Trubb's brought this on himself.

And what about England's sausage eaters?

I don't think many people think it's the business -of a police squad.

-[phone ringing] Anyway, two more weeks of healthy soya protein isn't gonna do them any harm.

Oh God.

Well, I'll tell Morton and Guthrie.

I suppose they'll be delighted.

Don't look like that, Crabbe.

I didn't invent the system.

[suspenseful music] [car rumbling] [suspenseful music] [knuckles tapping] [door creaks] [suspenseful music] Who are you?

I'm the landlady.

Who are you?

My name's Henderson.

I've come to get my money back from Anthony.

Me too.

He owes three months rent and all I got out of him was a measly old 80 quid.

It didn't have a 20 pound note with some Sellotape on it and a Biro mark in the corner?

-I beg your pardon?

-Because if it did, it's mine.

80 quid?

Peanuts.

Quit while you're in front, that's my advice.

[Gary] Well, I never trusted him anyway.

[Margaret] Oh, come on.

He's been coming here a long time.

[Gary] He's a bit smarmy, though, isn't he?

[Margaret] It seems a bit strange.

-I know, I know.

-[people chattering] -It's gotta get sorted out.

-[people chattering] What is going on here?

Henry, we have got a problem.

We're gonna have a much bigger problem if this kitchen isn't cleaned up by six o'clock tonight.

Now come along, everybody.

What?

Anthony the pilot's done a bunk with my ticket money.

[Sally] And I still haven't got my ticket.

Anthony's a con man.

The car wasn't his.

And he never paid his rent.

-No, I did!

-And my sister is expecting me and I still don't know if I can go or not.

All he sent is this stupid note.

I went round to ask for my money back and he's scarpered.

You'll have to do something Henry.

Me?

Well, who else?

You'll have to catch him before someone really gets hurt.

Julia's already offered him 30,000 pounds.

Well, more fool her.

It is her money.

And I saw him in the high street with another woman.

Julia's not the only one.

He hasn't done anything wrong.

He hasn't done anything wrong?

[Henry] No, nothing criminal.

No.

What about my 80 nicker?

[Margaret] What about Julia's 30,000?

[Gary] And what about Sally's money?

Julia may or may not have given him the money.

We don't know that.

Sally isn't due to leave until tomorrow.

Henderson hasn't even asked Anthony for the return of the money yet.

So there isn't any case to answer.

I don't believe this.

We've gotta actually let him rip us off and only then it's a crime and you can do something about it?

If he does, it is possibly a crime.

In which case, I can possibly get the police involved.

As it stands, a court'd probably say he's just incurring civil debts.

Not criminal law, you see?

Civil.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

I'm not standing for this.

Margaret.

Margaret!

Margaret!

[birds chirping] He won't be there.

[Margaret] We'll see.

[Henry] He's a romancer.

[Margaret] Conman.

He's a dreamer.

He'll say anything Julia wants to hear.

He'd probably allow her to buy him presents.

He'll show her a good time.

And then, at the first whiff of confrontation, he'll disappear.

With her money.

Oh yes.

[knocker taps] [birds chirping] [Henry and Margaret sighing] -[dog barking] -[traffic whooshing] He won't be there.

Hello?

[Julia] Who is it?

Come in.

Shall I make some more tea?

No thanks, Julia.

Whiskey anyone?

No.

[clock chiming] Well we're glad we found you Antony.

We were getting rather worried about Sally's ticket.

Oh, it's all under control.

Just that you seem to have moved out of your house and had your car towed away.

Anthony's staying here for a while, Henry.

Oh good.

So that means we'll know where to find him.

Where's it coming from, by the way?

What?

Sorry, the ticket.

Who's supplying it?

Just an old work contact.

I think that Sally and Henderson would like their money back, Anthony.

Yes, well I'm afraid they can't.

I've already paid the money over.

These are very cheap tickets.

The money has to be paid up front, I'm afraid.

Which airline do you work for, Anthony?

I think I've told you.

I'm freelance.

Yes, but which?

I mean, any.

I mean name any airline you've been employed by in the last, say, five years?

What are you suggesting, Henry?

Well, Anthony doesn't seem to talk an awful lot about flying without actually doing any.

Talks about tickets without there being any.

Talks about being a pilot without, I mean, are you really a pilot, Anthony?

Yes, of course I am.

I fly all over the place.

Like Oslo, for example.

Anthony's explained to me why he was in the high street when he said he'd be in Oslo.

Did he explain about the other woman in his car?

Margaret!

I'm just trying to protect your 30,000 pounds, Julia.

You say you're lending him the money because he loves you.

Well, does he?

That was my landlady.

I paid her back 80 quid of the money I owed her.

And then I drove her into town.

You satisfied?

[birds chirping] I'll see you out, shall I?

-[suspenseful music] -[birds chirping] If you steal from my staff, young man, I'll make this an official police matter.

-Is that clear?

-Crystal.

-[suspenseful music] -[birds chirping] Oh, it's very easy, really.

It's veal, pork, onions, garlic, herbs, spices, go on, and then some fresh breadcrumbs.

And you bind the mixture all together with an egg.

Oh, right.

-Some more?

-Yep.

[door creaks] He's not coming, is he?

No.

There never were any tickets.

I am sorry.

Look, this should set you straight financially, at least.

And this is for Henderson.

Thanks, Julia.

You're more than any man deserves.

You're not going to invest that money, are you?

Of course!

But why when you know what he's like?

I love him.

He could blow it and then disappear.

You know what I've learned from you and Henry?

I dread to think.

Life is not a rehearsal.

Look at what you're both doing here.

You have to do the things you want to do now and hang the consequences.

[peaceful music] -[people chattering] -[grill sputtering] Mr. Crabbe.

Mr. Crabbe.

I was warned you weren't special branch, but this is the limit.

You were hired to keep tabs on these people, not to feed them.

Oh they're quite friendly, really.

And besides, they've all decided to pack up and leave.

-Have they?

-Oh yes!

My God!

They're eating my Thunderbolts.

Now I'm glad you've confirmed that in front of Mr. Cole.

-Who's he?

-Trading standards officer.

He's very interested in your sausages.

Come along.

[bright music] Shame.

[bright music] [suspenseful music] She must be out of her mind.

That's what Mum said when I married you.

No, it was my mum said that.

-Was it?

-Mm.

[bright music] I think it was my mum.

Well, my mum agreed.

Yes, she did agree.

[upbeat music] [bright music]