ALLARDYCE   How do you mean?
Dr Swaby and Lockwood exchange pitying looks and then open their attaché cases and take out their parcels. Allardyce takes out his and begins to open it. Preston collects the parcels and, taking Allardyce’s from him, he goes over to another open shed, where he throws the complete parcels into the hopper of a large mincer. Kicking a small yapping dog out of the way, Preston then switches it on.
What about the paper?

SUTCLIFF   She eats the paper. She’d eat you.

ALLARDYCE   No.
Allardyce looks to the others for reassurance, which is not forthcoming. Leaving Preston with the mincer, Sutcliff leads them away out of the yard towards a wood.

INT. DARK STY. AFTERNOON.

It’s pitch-black. As Sutcliff and the others are heard approaching a pig begins to grunt excitedly in the dark. The door opens. As the light comes in we see that the ‘sty’ is an old van.

ALLARDYCE   Betty! Betty! Where’s my Betty?
The pig snuffles.
Hello, how’s my friend? It’s your Uncle Henry.

LOCKWOOD   (critically) Not much fatter, and it’s a bit since we’ve been.

SUTCLIFF   She’s put on a couple of stone, only she’s gone lame.

ALLARDYCE   Lame? Oh dear. Oh Betty.

DR SWABY   What’s she doing, going lame?

SUTCLIFF   I don’t know.

DR SWABY   You should know, the money we pay. Get the vet.

SUTCLIFF   Get the vet? You’re barmy. This is an unlicensed pig.

DR SWABY   Square him, Sutcliff. We pay you enough. Lame.
Sutcliff becomes uneasy.

ALLARDYCE   Here’s something for your poorly foot, Betty. A ginger nut, yes. You like ginger nuts.

EXT. ‘STY’/WOODS. AFTERNOON.

The old van that is the ‘sty’ sits without its wheels in a small clearing in the woods. Lockwood, Dr Swaby and Sutcliff come out of the back of the van and Dr Swaby gives Sutcliff an envelope. Allardyce then comes out, closing the door behind him, and they walk back towards the farm.

ALLARDYCE   I shall miss her, you know, when it comes to the point.

LOCKWOOD   Well, it’s coming to the point.

EXT. NARROW BANKED ROAD. AFTERNOON.

Gilbert is labouring up the road. He is about to turn off the road down a track leading to Sutcliffs’ farm when Dr Swaby’s car comes out unexpectedly, nearly fetching him off his bike, the third time that day.

DR SWABY   (out of the car window) Clown!

INT./EXT. DR SWABY’S CAR/MOORLAND ROAD. AFTERNOON.

Dr Swaby roars ahead, glaring back at Gilbert in his rear-view mirror.

ALLARDYCE   (in the back) I see he’s opening a surgery.

DR SWABY   You don’t call a fly-blown room where you cut toenails a surgery. Where?

ALLARDYCE   On the Parade. Frank rented him it.

DR SWABY   This is a stab in the back.

LOCKWOOD   I didn’t think.