The painter and his boy are having their lunch, sitting on boxes. As Joyce looks in, Gilbert picks up his framed diploma and holds it up in the place he has chosen for it.

JOYCE   You ought to put up a brass plate.

GILBERT   Brass? (laying down his diploma) Bakelite would do to be going on with.

JOYCE   Bakelite?
Joyce becomes aware of a flat, dour voice. The painter’s boy is reading the newspaper out loud for the painter. It is an article on the royal wedding cake.

PAINTER’S BOY   ‘… raised garlands of York roses mingle with the daintiness of ears of corn, happy symbol of plenty, then twine upwards to join with sprays of orange blossom in the centre medallion.’

JOYCE   Is this the wedding dress?

PAINTER’S BOY   No. It’s the cake.

INT. CHILVERS’ KITCHEN. DAY.

Gilbert is cutting the leaves off some rhubarb. He puts them into a parcel of waste, potato peelings, apple peelings, etc., that he is preparing for Sutcliff’s pigs. Joyce, followed by Mother, comes in carrying the dirty breakfast dishes to the sink. She goes to scrape the bits into the bin.

GILBERT   (stopping her) Here. Here. It’s for the pigs.
Joyce gives his somewhat sparse collection a critical look. Opening a tin of corned beef, she puts half in the parcel. She then opens a tin of cling peaches and dumps that in the parcel.

JOYCE   Don’t give them anything you can eat yourself.
Gilbert and Mother look on wonderingly.
I’m not having her thinking we just put rubbish in the bin.
I wish I’d one or two maraschino cherries, then it’d show we had cocktails.

GILBERT   We don’t have cocktails.

JOYCE   (sighing) I’m carrying you, Gilbert.

INT./EXT. ‘STY’/WOODS. DAY.

Allardyce is inside the back of the old van leaning over the stall. He is looking at the pig, which is smiling and grunting away and snuffling at Allardyce’s hands and pockets. Allardyce scratches its back.

ALLARDYCE   Now, then, Betty. Have you missed me? How’s your foot? Is it better? It’s better, isn’t it? You’re champion again, aren’t you? What is it? What is it, Betty?

EXT. NARROW BANKED ROAD. DAY.

Gilbert is labouring up the road towards the track down to Sutcliffs’ farm.

EXT. SUTCLIFFS’ FARMYARD. DAY.

Dr Swaby sits fuming in his car, waiting for Allardyce. Sutcliff is by his window, trying to make conversation. Allardyce runs into the yard from the woods, opens the passenger door and takes out a brown-paper parcel.

ALLARDYCE   I forgot to give Betty these. She looked right downcast.
Dr Swaby looks contemptuous. Allardyce nips round the car and gives the parcel to Sutcliff, who proceeds to open it.
There’s a ginger nut in there, she likes them whole, so could …
Sutcliff is watching Gilbert cycle into the yard.