I wish you the best
with CeCe's Boutique.
I declare them to be husband and wife.
After everything we've been through,
you still can't bring yourself to tell your parents about us.
Whatever it is that you're going through right now,
it's getting in the way of us.
"Never question if you were loved. May your light shine bright, my son."
*CREDITS*
Welcome to CeCe's Boutique!
What the dickens?
It didn't smell this bad when we viewed it.
Oh, nothing a little Vim and elbow grease won't sort.
You've got to picture it.
Brand-new awning outside.
Window displays with exciting new fashions...
at reasonable prices.
Uh, rails here and a three-curtained changing area here, and...
Woo-hoo!
Oh, beautiful choices, madam!
Would you like one of CeCe's lovely paper bags?
Illustrated bags will be an additional cost.
It's advertising. It'll pay for itself!
This is on top of the name on the awning, on the door,
on the windows, and on the receipts?
It's important.
Swinnerton's don't have labeled bags.
We're in charge now... it'll be worth it.
There's an awful lot to do in the next three days.
Jack?!
You ready for me?
My, my, what a space.
There's, there's an awful lot to do.
Starting with the storeroom.
We've got a photo shoot in there in an hour.
So look lively!
This letter from your mum.
It has writing on it.
Well, letters normally do.
No... there's a word here.
Yeah, I can feel the impression. You must've noticed.
I thought it was your day off.
Wait, Geordie, don't mark it.
Well, will you look at that?
There.
"Annie's"... imprinted from a press.
So was Annie's a business in Romford?
Was it your mother's name?
- It really doesn't matter now, Geordie. - Alphy!
- We might be able to find her. - No, we won't.
That is a rabbit hole I don't need to go down.
You are not serious.
I am.
Look, I know I meant something to her.
That's all I needed.
Everything important is in the here and now.
Like the shop we're both supposed to be helping with.
Besides, that is from 30 years ago.
You'd need a miracle to find her.
Yes, yes, very tasty, I like it! Arms up!
Straight lines, that's it!
Less of the ivory, Duchess.
Yeah? We're shooting fashion, not Colgate.
- Sorry, Tony. - She's never modeled before.
Well, you can thank your lucky stars your first time's with me.
There we are.
Beautiful.
Oi!
Lanky!
Stop blocking my light!
Hello, lovelies.
- Oh, don't they look wonderful? - Yeah?
Hold up, here comes the real trouble.
Get changed into the next lot.
- Hi, Cathy! - Oh, hello, Gracie!
- You having fun? - Oh, yes... thanks for letting me have a go.
Oh, your talents were wasted behind that cigarette counter.
How is everything proceeding, Mr. Parker?
Well, I've snapped all your regular stock, and now I've an hour
to get these birds through the designer range.
And I usually save working miracles for a Sunday.
One spread in "Woman's Own" and he thinks he's David Bailey.
I don't think even Bailey's
- ready for this clobber! - Oh, no.
Look sharp.
I thought it was your day off.
It is... I'm looking for a number.
- Whose? - Cecil Bradley.
He owes me a favor.
You are a life saver.
I'm not here... I'm going.
Boss.
Anything of interest?
Diamond theft on Market Street.
Valued at over three grand.
Christ on a bike... well, call the jewelers.
Already have.
No one's tried to offload anything like it.
Oh, check the staff.
Taken statements, plus family and neighbors.
I'm about to cross-reference for any inconsistencies.
Damn, Larry.
Marriage has been the making of you!
- Boss, please. - Don't panic.
Your secret's safe.
This isn't what we discussed, Kate.
You asked for cutting-edge... these are a statement.
Yeah, and if this had any more pockets,
it'd be a snooker table.
Pockets are power!
Men hoard them, for money and keys and papers,
but God forbid a woman's practical needs
get in the way of showing her curves!
It's time we were free of it.
CeCe's can lead this revolution.
I don't disagree... in principle.
But you can't promise one thing
and then supply another.
Well, I think these fit the brief better.
Kate Ashley, do you have the garments we agreed on?
God, okay!
They're at home, I'll go get them.
Ladies...
If the prima donna doesn't get a shift on,
we're never getting her lot done before 12:00.
All right? We only booked the models for the morning.
I thought we had you all day.
Yeah, you have me, not them.
Right? You, you wanted to keep it cheap!
Oh, Gracie'll stay on.
I'll ask the other girl, too.
And pay them with what?
We need a signature range.
And Kate is very good.
What's the rush for the pictures?
"The Echo" needs them by tomorrow
to make the Friday edition.
- Look at this one. - Oh, my God, look at this one!
You look like a granny!
Say again, Cecil.
Oh, look at this one!
Ivy, I wanted that one! No, Kottaram was given to him.
Mum would've been called something else.
No, I wanted that one, Ivy!
Well, my guess is she's late 40s to mid-50s.
Hey!
Keep it down in there, will you?
What was that?
I know, I know, the debossed print may be nothing.
It's all a long shot.
You look gorgeous!
Yeah.
This'll make us even.
Thanks, Cecil.
Oh, you're beautiful, darling.
Oi!
Back in the boxes.
These are going to the shop!
Give it here.
Now!
Hurry up... they'll be carrying me out in a box at this rate.
There we go... oh, that is truly crème brûlée!
Absolute dynamite, Duchess.
Smolder for me!
- Tiger face! - He's very chipper.
Uh, wait!
What now?
It has to be right.
It has to be done today, or none of it matters.
Daft cow.
You don't have to put up with this.
Dinosaurs like you go extinct.
Hiya, Geordie!
Oh, hi, Grace... you having fun?
Too right, wearing a signature range,
having my picture taken!
You know he's met Petula Clark?
Ah, you two, chippies.
Give us a hand with the lights.
Come on, quick as you can.
Right, move 'em nice and close.
One by each girl.
This isn't too hot, is it?
Uh, it's, it's pretty hot, actually.
Stop flirting with the German.
We're on a deadline.
Positions, ladies!
That's it, that's it... delightful!
God's sake, sit down.
Dad?
You had a call from a Cecil.
He said to ring him back.
He might have found a lead.
Blooming brilliant.
Well, haven't we all had a successful day?
Oh, yeah, apart from having no money, and no time.
And losing one of my feather boas.
You know I caught David playing with them.
- David wouldn't take one. - Oh, he might.
Boy's acting odd.
How do you mean, odd?
A few weeks back, I caught him...
wearing a dress.
So?
It's not right.
New Year's Eve, 1953.
You got wall-eyed on port and danced around
in my wedding dress to "Tutti Frutti."
That's not the same.
If you're worried, talk to him.
I don't think you understand him.
And hanging around in dress shops is hardly helping matters.
So it's my fault now, as well, is it?
That's not what I'm...
My arms ache,
my feet have blisters, and I've barely slept.
Well, we'll get the curtains and rails done today.
And if everyone chips in,
we might even get ahead.
There's more than just that!
I've a chap hand-painting the door
and window signs later, and another fixing the till.
All assuming anyone's gonna turn up on Saturday.
They will.
You won't be able to move for bodies.
Oh, Mrs. C, don't come in...
Pass me some tweezers?
I don't carry 'em, boss.
Well, this is a clothes shop, Larry... have a look around.
- Will scissors do? - It'll have to.
Well, will you look at that?
That's an old .32-20.
- So he was definitely shot? - Chances are, Larry.
Fits a revolver and a rifle.
But carrying a rifle around town's hardly discreet.
An old bloke across the road
heard a loud crack around 10:00 p.m.
Could've been the gun.
Well, there's no sign of a wallet.
Robbery, then?
What is that?
Oh, that poor man.
I can't believe it.
Have you any idea what he was doing there?
He promised to develop the photos and drop 'em off.
They have to go to "The Echo" today
to make an ad for tomorrow's edition.
Oh, my goodness.
The last you saw him was when we all left at 6:00?
He said he was working late,
so I gave him our spare set of keys.
Cathy and I have the only others.
Did he get close to either of these models?
I think Grace took a shine to him.
Well, there was that designer girl, yeah?
Tony didn't seem very fond of her.
Kate Ashley.
Any more full of herself, she'd be inside out.
You know, I did wonder, why not ask Daniel to take these?
The boys needed some space.
But we could ask him now.
We could set up in the storeroom again,
and then we could catch today's "Echo."
Cathy, the shop's a crime scene.
Couldn't we just pop into the front room?
I've got officers dusting for prints
and a firearms expert due after lunch.
It'll be 24 hours, at least.
Sorry.
Hi.
Aren't you the two chippies from Cathy's shop?
Uh, Cathy's husband.
Part-time chippy, full-time inspector.
And I'm Alphy... um, can we come in?
Is that a fashion thing
or a pirate thing?
Are you okay?
I'm less symmetrical.
I'll cope.
I fell.
I was here on my own... it was altogether quite frightful.
Grouse feathers, right?
- You buy these? - They're from a hunt.
You shoot?
Used to... we're not posh.
You're into photography, too?
Wait... Hey, hey!
What was on that roll?
That thug can't ever have them.
Who are you talking about?
Tony!
He's accused me of stealing his film, hasn't he?
I'm afraid Tony was found dead this morning.
I think you better come with us.
Will you postpone?
No, not when we're this close.
We'll get back in tomorrow and work twice as hard!
It'll be next to impossible!
We've got to prove to everybody that we can do it.
But it does depend on you helping us with the photos.
Ah, so now you want me.
We need you.
I can't go back to Swinnerton's.
And if this doesn't work, well...
You don't want to be responsible
for making a grown woman cry, do you?
Wait, we're talking about taking the photos today.
He's got family portraits all afternoon.
They've been booked in for weeks.
Could you tell them you're ill?
You'd have our undying gratitude.
And a store discount.
And Mrs. C will cook you hotpots for a month!
I've made worse excuses.
But shoot, develop, and deliver?
In one day? And they've no studio.
Do it on the meadows.
- No, it'll look too twee. - The natural light would help.
And it's a great backdrop.
And less travel.
So you'll do it?
Well, I've always wanted to do fashion.
I'd hazard a guess that you had
a run-in with Tony Parker last night at your flat.
Did he hit you, Kate?
Tony Parker must have come round
to drop off copies of these.
All the weird angles,
your clothes barely in frame.
I reckon you hated them.
Told him how bad they were.
He gave you that shiner in return.
These are your photos, aren't they?
Your what?
No, we saw Tony taking pictures.
Standard stuff, not artsy... not like these.
No, you swapped out Mrs. C and Cathy's clothes
for the same reason.
More than anything, you... you want to stand out.
His were so boring!
So obvious!
When he had a cigarette break, I borrowed his camera.
I put a new film in, took my roll, and didn't put his back.
The roll you exposed just now?
He found out after developing them.
What about the other rolls?
I destroyed them, too.
That's a cocky move... and risky.
All art is risky.
So you admit a rivalry and that he hit you.
That's a motive.
- What? - At the shoot, you said he'd go extinct.
Plus, you have experience
with guns, you knew where he'd be.
I didn't kill him!
Where did you go after you left the shop last night?
I went home.
Tony showed up around 9:00,
five minutes, and then he left.
Anyone else see this?
Or confirm your whereabouts for the rest of the night?
The only witnesses were the 40 printed skirts
I had to hem all night for your wife's shop!
Look, I'm sorry about ruining the film.
I didn't do it!
Means, motive, and no alibi.
- And no evidence. - Not yet.
Boss!
You're not gonna believe what we found on the diamond theft.
If it's a three grand diamond, Larry, you're a very honest man.
No, it's Tony Parker.
Turns out he was photographing it.
- Sorry? - The day before yesterday,
the jeweler, right old fella,
took the diamond to a studio and Parker snapped it.
Then, on the way home, the old boy's knocked over.
- Diamond's pinched. - Tony could've pinched it.
But it wasn't on his body... nor was the wallet.
Find out where Tony Parker was staying.
Boss.
If Kate or one of the models caught wind of that...
Yes, and chin up a bit.
Very good.
Oh, Pheline!
Just in time!
- We'll, we'll get you into the pinafore first. - Of course.
Uh, we're using our new photographer's house to change.
So I'll show you.
Cathy, um, I'm afraid I cannot stay.
I've got an audition.
A really big one... I have to go.
What? I don't understand!
You've already come all the way out here.
I wanted to tell you in person.
- I'm sorry, I cannot miss this. - Please!
We need you!
She's good.
She's been learning from me.
Viel Glück.
Cathy.
Could you hold this tight?
Trouble?
Well, by process of elimination,
Grace has now become the sole face of CeCe's Boutique.
Oh, my goodness!
Oh, no, not now!
You two are not interrupting my photo shoot!
Cathy, we need to talk to the girls.
I've saved you the trouble.
Statements from them both.
Everything they know... well, everything they tell me.
So you don't need to bother us.
Impressive.
Impressive would be catching him
so I can get back in my shop.
Is that Pheline?
It was.
Right, we'll start with Grace.
We have to do it by the book.
Then you'd better be damn quick.
A diamond?
Oh, my goodness.
Uh, he never mentioned it.
He talked about being flush,
but I figured it was 'cause of his work.
You know he's met Petula Clark?
And Harry Secombe.
Yeah, it's worth a fair bit, as well.
I wouldn't blame anyone
for wanting to get their hands on it.
Just 'cause I'm a poor farm girl from the sticks
doesn't mean I'm eyeing every chance to steal.
I truly didn't know.
Grace...
was the shoot the last time you saw him?
No, he, uh, took me for a drink down the Pickerel afterwards.
Just an hour.
- He was so lovely. - Was there anyone else with you?
Did he talk to anyone?
No, just us.
And where did he go after that?
Home to develop the photos.
Said he had some business today
and promised he'd call me tonight.
Did he say what business?
Just that he had calls to make.
I, I know I shouldn't say this, but,
I don't care if Tony was a thief.
He promised he'd take me away to London.
Get me work.
Said I was graceful, like my name.
"I can see you on Pond's Cold Cream."
I packed a bag.
I hope you catch the bastard who did for him,
because I wanted that... so badly.
Well, this is Tony's address.
Well, I'm guessing he didn't bring Petula Clark here.
Not unless he was flogging her a diamond.
Where is it? Come on!
- Give it to me! - Stop!
I've had enough! Where is it?
Get your hands off me!
Where is it? Get your hands off me!
Hey! Hey.
Now, let's calm it down.
Right, freeze, or I'll shoot.
Hey, easy.
Why don't we just talk this through?
I don't want to talk!
Get the man a drink.
While you're at it, get me one, as well.
Let's see if cooler heads prevail, shall we?
See if there's ice.
There is, in the freezer tray.
I mean, I imagine there is.
What are you looking for?
Maybe we can help. Sure, help yourselves.
Don't try anything stupid now.
Let's just take a moment, shall we?
There's a bloody rock in that!
Diamonds! It's mine! Get off!
Get off me! I want it!
- Move, you stupid man! - Oi!
Get off me!
What were you gonna do?
Shoot us or assemble a shed?
Where is it?
Crap.
Brian Halliday.
Bookmaker in Chesterton.
Mm, previous for receiving and possessing stolen goods.
We know you were looking for the diamond.
Well, my guess is, Tony Parker came to you
asking you to fence it,
but you figured you could kill him and keep it for yourself.
I'm not a murderer.
And yet just half-an-hour ago,
you threatened to shoot both of us.
I never said I had a gun... you only assumed I did.
It's still threatening an officer, and a vicar.
The judge will love that.
And that's all before we even get to breaking and entering.
Tony called me yesterday.
He'd sent odds and sods my way before...
posh dresses, jewels, stuff from his shoots.
But now he's got this diamond,
and he wants to move it quick and get out the country.
When were you supposed to meet him?
This morning, at the betting shop, and he never showed,
and I've got a dozen witnesses who'll attest as much.
But when you learned he was dead,
you went searching for the diamond.
What about the girl, Pheline?
First time I saw her was at Tony's,
just before you buggers turned up.
I paid Tony for a copy
of the CeCe's photographs for my own portfolio.
After I heard he'd passed away, I went to collect them.
I found the door open,
and that ghastly Mr. Halliday inside.
Had you been there before?
No.
So knowing about the ice tray was a lucky guess.
Is it illegal here to assume someone has a freezer?
Where were you last night, after 6:00?
I'm not a suspect.
I beg to differ.
I've just been held up, and you're accusing me?
- This is prejudice! - Sorry?
Yeah, simply because I am German.
Hang on.
Boss.
Someone to see you, urgent.
Everything all right, Daniel?
It's about the dead photographer.
There's a model involved, Pheline.
I thought I recognized her at the shoot, but she bolted.
Promise me you'll be discreet.
What are we talking about?
If you'll recall, I wasn't always a family photographer.
What was it you told Cathy?
Photo shoots with John Cole?
A gig for Liberty in London?
I mean, no offense to my wife,
but Tony Parker must have been a step down.
Work is work.
Or maybe it was a step back in time.
Particularly after Daniel Marlowe took over today.
I don't know what you mean.
Pheline Meyer might not.
But what about Phyllis Morgan?
Years back, Daniel Marlowe fell on hard times.
He took photos of models,
but it was less about what they were wearing
and more about what they weren't.
He remembered Phyllis Morgan.
We all do things we regret.
I don't regret anything, Vicar.
Yeah.
That was me.
I was in a "Carry On" film and all, you know.
So why Pheline?
Because Phyllis is a dolly bird on a seaside postcard.
But Pheline Meyer can sell haute couture.
And both of them could do time
for obstructing the law and breaking and entering.
I didn't break in.
You knew about Tony's diamond.
The git was bragging about coming into money.
I heard him arranging to meet the Halliday fella.
So I called round about 7:00-ish last night, trying to charm him.
But he was in a right huff about his photos being ruined.
Couldn't get nothing out of him.
And I figured it was worth seeing if he'd left the stone behind.
Or maybe you shot him before he could
tell you where it was hidden.
Why don't you ask my manager at the Week End Club?
I was waiting tables from 8:00 till close.
Wasn't me.
Sorry, boss.
No sign of the diamond in Tony Parker's bedsit.
Yeah, Halliday mentioned him wanting to leave the country.
Yeah, call the travel agents.
See if Parker booked tickets for anywhere.
Boss.
Well, it's not Cathy or Mrs. C.
We hope.
I'm betting Halliday's alibi will check out.
Probably Pheline's, too.
And Grace claims Tony was her ticket to greater things.
You know, she doesn't benefit from his death.
So she says.
But she's got no alibi.
Well, nor does Kate.
Who did have a grievance with Tony.
Let's see what the crime scene report brings in the morning.
Uh, you thought any more about your mum's letter?
I've had years to think about it, Geordie.
And make peace with the fact that she's probably passed away.
Or gone abroad or lost her marbles
and forgot me completely.
Or is alive and well.
And regretting every day that she gave you up.
Geordie.
Please stop.
Okay... okay.
Oh, that'd be lovely.
Cecil, it's Geordie.
What's this lead you think you have?
Oh, these are wonderful!
I'm gonna get them off to "The Echo" straight away.
You are a lifesaver.
Pleasure.
Good luck with the shop.
I'll see you both on Saturday.
We can't open on Saturday.
- Not properly. - Sylvia.
We've run out of time to finish the shop.
But we can do something else.
"Cathy and Sylvia request the pleasure of your company
at CeCe Boutique's inaugural fashion show"?
We have the stock,
so we show off the clothes.
We take orders.
It will be an event!
We can't change plans now.
We'll be a laughingstock.
We have to adapt.
I've found us a stage which we could set up
in the shop tomorrow, like a Paris catwalk.
Oh, you've arranged it, have you?
You didn't think to check in with me?
I've tried bringing this up, but you don't listen.
And now I've got no choice.
You're ambushing me!
Cathy Keating!
This is our only choice!
I don't even need a job, but I did this
because I thought it would be fun for us, together!
Hello, Mrs. C...
Cathy?
I don't want to get into it right now.
Just tell me some good news, please.
I think I found Alphy's mum.
The question now is, how do I tell him?
Pathologist confirmed, exit wound and ballistics
suggests it was a rifle and not a handgun.
That would be hard to hide.
Wasn't ditched nearby, either.
What, so maybe hidden in a big bag or case?
That's not ideal, if that's your choice.
No.
So, maybe, the only weapon the killer had access to.
Mrs. C?
Hey, what's the matter?
Oh, nothing, I'm just being a silly old fool.
Those are three things you will never be.
Tell me.
We've no time.
I can't find the missing feather boa.
These fancy coats are coming apart.
But mostly, it's the fights.
It's one thing to lose a shop, but...
I don't think I could take losing my friend.
Oh, Mrs. C, come here.
It'll be all right.
Any idea where that feather boa is, David?
No.
Are you sure?
What's in your bag?
Nothing.
Show me.
You lied to me.
I was gonna give it back!
Were you gonna wear it, is that it?
Prancing around like a big...
No!
Right, so you are in.
What are you doing here?
You weren't at the shop, and Dad said you needed cheering up.
What's going on?
It's all gone to pot.
I should've stuck at my old job,
not gallivanting off thinking I'm Coco bloody Chanel.
This is your dream, Mum.
Then how come the closer I get to it, the more I push people away?
Years of wishing I was in charge, and now...
Uh, I've seen you in charge, when I lived here.
- You could be a right tyrant. - And you could be a right little demon.
You can't be like this with Mrs. C.
I'm not.
Mrs. Loomis says we mustn't re-create our home lives at work.
Yeah, well, your dad's spent more time at the shop than me so far.
No, I'm talking about the craziness here.
What craziness?
Don't get me wrong.
You're an amazing mum.
But sometimes you do try and control everything.
And that's what pushes people away.
Best mumming you did was when you tried to encourage us.
The shop's not called "Cathy's."
It's CeCe's.
Because the two of you are supposed to be in this together.
I think I've really messed up.
You've come this far, haven't you?
Got a shop, a designer range,
an ad in the papers.
And all my friends are coming, so quit moping.
Your dream won't come any closer by itself.
Geordie, what's going on with you and David?
Really?
Does that matter right now?
Yes.
Yes, it does.
I don't understand him.
I thought it would be the girls turning me gray with worry.
But somehow, they're as tough as nails.
But my little boy...
The world is gonna chew him up, Alphy.
Is he just a wallflower,
or am I gonna be warning him
not to get arrested in men's toilets?
Have you talked to him about it?
And say what?
He never speaks to me anyway.
He just daydreams and doodles.
I can't see what he sees.
Maybe it's the same for all young fellas, hmm?
'Cause I'm struggling to understand you, too.
That letter.
Don't flip this around, Geordie.
I've got something.
Sylvia.
Oh, Sylvia, this is wonderful.
I'm so sorry.
I've been awful to you.
I so badly wanted to prove to everybody that I could do it...
that I lost sight of us.
You've saved our shop.
Oh, Cathy, I'm so glad.
We're in this together.
Come on.
Travel agent just confirmed that Tony Parker
booked a single ticket to Costa Brava for this weekend.
He was meant to flog the diamond to Halliday, then disappear.
He wasn't hanging around.
He wasn't taking anyone with him.
Who do you mean?
Grace Tuffit?
She believed he was taking her away.
I don't think she'd kill a man for just being stood up.
Cathy's statement on the models.
Grace lives with her mum and brothers on a farm.
I checked it out.
Her dad ran out on them years ago.
Left the family up to their necks in debt.
And then Tony swans into her life, promising her the world,
while planning a solo trip abroad.
She's spurned again.
Only thing I can't figure out is the gun.
How did she get it there?
Hey, Geordie.
Look at this.
Kate Ashley took this photo of you in CeCe's on Wednesday.
And Daniel Marlowe took this one yesterday.
You see here the inner pocket
is fine, whereas here...
it's cut open.
The stitching must've come undone.
Maybe.
But that happens to be a very useful place
should you need to hide a gun in public.
Maybe a rook rifle,
like the one registered to Gareth Tuffit of Long Oak Farm.
Your father.
How would my dad's old gun be involved?
Come on, Grace.
We know he abandoned you.
Left you with the farm and its debt.
You wanted to escape with Tony "so badly."
He promised you escape.
But he was leaving without you.
And you couldn't handle that rejection.
It's like being abandoned all over again.
So, you snapped.
My goodness, Geordie.
What an awful way to look at a person's misfortune.
I miss my dad.
So much.
I'm not angry.
I'm sad.
That he felt he had no choice but to leave.
I pray that wherever he is, he's safe and well.
I might dream of escaping, but I wouldn't harm a soul for it.
Have we got the wrong end of the stick about her?
The hole in the pocket, the gun.
That's means.
Life in poverty, rejection by Tony.
That's a motive.
I think she's playing us, Geordie.
So, what do you suggest?
Two more minutes, Grace, then you'll be on your way.
Boss, we found it. Parker's diamond.
Good work, Larry.
Log it in.
Miss Scott.
Can I get one of the forms?
Going somewhere?
Oh, get off me!
When you get rejected, you don't lash out.
You get thick-skinned.
Independent.
You wanted to make a life for yourself and...
Well.
We've just seen what you're willing to do to get it.
So when Tony was bragging about his score,
you set your sights on the diamond.
I'm guessing you met him at the Pickerel
to try and seduce him.
And when you couldn't get its location out of him that way...
Oi, oi, Duchess.
You're a bit keen.
Where's the diamond?
You're having a laugh.
You wouldn't dare.
Give it to me.
I wanted a chance.
To live free, away from the farm.
Just a break.
You're still playing the victim?
I never had a choice.
You didn't give Tony much of a one, either.
You're kidding yourselves if you think you'd look
a diamond gift horse in the mouth.
Well, I had to try.
Tony sure as hell didn't need it as much as I did.
But you couldn't find the diamond.
So you stole his wallet to throw us off the scent.
Can't blame a girl for trying, can you?
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That will be available for collection on Monday.
- Thanks. - Thank you.
Oh, Meg.
What's Meg doing here?
Oh, I invited her.
I thought you weren't seeing her.
It's purely platonic.
Yeah, we get along.
We enjoy each other's company.
Why complicate it?
Bollocks.
I am perfectly capable of being friends with her.
Not everything in my life has to be a drama.
Meg.
I'm glad you could make it.
Me, too.
It's important to have friends of the opposite sex.
- Absolutely. - Yeah.
People you can just talk with.
Or go to fashion shows with.
Uh, you know, there's a...
There's a play on at the Theatre Royal next week.
Well, I, I think we'd both enjoy it.
Cheers.
All came together in the end, eh?
Yeah, you and I, we should...
talk more.
What about?
- It was for fishing lures. - What?
I wanted the feathers for lures.
I like fishing, too.
Go on.
Well done.
You were both fantastic.
A whole new career awaits. Mm?
Something's pressing on me.
Oh, there's a pocket.
Pockets are power.
- Congratulations. - Thank you, Jack.
- It's gone well. - I'm so proud of you.
I knew you'd make a success of it.
Congratulations, Cathy.
Oh, thank you.
We should celebrate you, too.
Celebrate what?
- For finding your mum! - Cathy...
Isn't Geordie a marvel?
What?
You're a dark horse, keeping all that quiet.
I'm so pleased for you.
You've got so much to look forward to.
Give us a minute, would you, Cathy?
What?
What did I say?
Alphy.
Alphy, wait.
So, not only have you been telling everyone about me,
you've been trying to find her, too,
when I explicitly asked you not to.
I just, I just wanted to help.
I've been making calls and pulling favors.
I got an address. That's all.
Last known residence.
It could be her.
How dare you... I, I never asked you to do that.
Why won't you just let me move on?
Because I think you're missing an opportunity.
Don't you dare try and be my father, too,
because I really don't need that.
You know, I'm not scared of rejection...
I've decided to close that door.
Oh, bollocks.
It's your bloody mother!
You can't bottle that stuff up and avoid it forever.
Just like you can't keep playing friends with Meg.
Oh, 'cause you know best, right?
'Cause wise old Geordie's got it all figured out.
- The arrogance. - Hey.
I'm just trying to help.
You can't even talk to your own bloody son.
You can barely hide your disappointment.
So you can imagine how compelled I feel
to hunt down the woman who abandoned me
when you're demonstrating such world-class parenting.
Well, you know what?
To hell with you, Geordie.
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