MRS METCALF   Father? (to Wormold) Don’t get him excited. He has trouble with his waterworks.
Mrs Metcalf’s father, a small anxious head on a pillow, watches them as they look round the room and then go out. The search party goes into another bedroom. PC Penny looks under the bed, then looks in the wardrobe.

PC PENNY   Nothing here.

WORMOLD   Come out.
PC Penny makes room and Wormold, watched by Penny, flicks along the row of coats and dresses hanging up. Among them is a side of pork.

INT. METCALFS’ LIVING ROOM. EVENING.

Wormold comes down first, followed by PC Penny with the side of pork. Mrs Metcalf is hovering behind.

INSPECTOR NOBLE   Dear oh dear. Dear oh dear.

MRS METCALF   (to PC Penny) Put a bit of something under that, love.
She slips a cloth between the pork and PC Penny’s uniform.
The grease’ll go all over your uniform. Your mam’ll play pop.
PC Penny seems to be lingering. He is eyeing a single banana in a dish on the table. The others continue out.

PC PENNY   Mrs Metcalf?

MRS METCALF   What, love?

PC PENNY   Are you wanting that banana?

MRS METCALF   (apologetically) I am, love, I’m planning a trifle.
PC Penny goes, carrying the pork. The procession goes out to the car, watched by Mrs Metcalf. She closes the door and then beckons Gilbert to follow her upstairs.

INT. METCALFS’ LANDING. EVENING.

Mrs Metcalf leads Gilbert into her father’s room.

MRS METCALF’S FATHER   Your mam feels cold, Dorcas.

MRS METCALF   It’s not surprising. She died in 1937.
She pulls back the bedclothes and the old man is embracing a side of pork.
Can you manage that?
Gilbert begins to lift it gingerly.
See.
She yanks it off the bed, then puts it in Gilbert’s arms.
Downstairs.

INT. METCALFS’ LIVING ROOM. EVENING.

Gilbert comes down into the living room, Mrs Metcalf following.

MRS METCALF   Down again.

INT. METCALF’S SHOP. EVENING.

Gilbert manoeuvres the side of pork down the stairs, through the beasts’ heads and bits of offal and into the big walk-in fridge. Following her directions, he hangs it up and comes out. Mrs Metcalf closes the fridge door.

MRS METCALF   Well, don’t look at me. People have to live. You’d better come and finish my feet.

INT. CHILVERS’ DINING ROOM. EVENING.

The room, like the house, is excessively tidy. Joyce watches while Gilbert unwraps the parcel we saw being delivered earlier.

JOYCE   Pork? In bed? They want horsewhipping. We never saw any of it. When did we last have pork? And it wasn’t clean. I’ve seen a cat on that counter.
Gilbert reveals a large porcelain foot from a box inside the parcel’s brown wrapping paper.

GILBERT   What do you think?