INSPECTOR NOBLE   Why can’t he slaughter one of his other pigs?

DR SWABY   Because the other pigs are all licensed and listed, stupid!

INSPECTOR NOBLE   Steady, Charles, I’m still a police officer.

LOCKWOOD   You’re not behaving like one.

INSPECTOR NOBLE   I’ll sniff around.

LOCKWOOD   Sniff around. It’ll be the other side of the Pennines by now, sold to the Jewboys in Manchester.

INSPECTOR NOBLE   Pork?

DR SWABY   Pork, nylons, anything. I don’t know what the last war was about.

INT. GILBERT’S SURGERY. AFTERNOON.

In an open book, we see stark photographs of cuts, joints of pork. The pig sits pleasantly, watching Joyce and Gilbert study the book.

JOYCE   (toying with large knife) How to kill them, that’s what we want. Does it say?

GILBERT   It doesn’t say.

JOYCE   Let me look.
As Joyce flicks through the book, Gilbert glances at the pig. It catches and returns his look warmly.
It doesn’t say. You’ll just have to improvise.
She puts the knife in his hand. A loud knock at the front door startles them. Gilbert attempts to hide the large knife on his person while Joyce quickly gathers up the book.

EXT. CHILVERS’ FRONT DOOR. AFTERNOON.

Veronica has arrived for her piano lesson. As she waits for the door to be opened Wormold comes up, with his attaché case. The door is opened by Mother. She looks from one to the other.

MOTHER   No pig. No pig.
Mother looks again at the man with the attaché case. Has he come to commit her? She cowers back. Joyce, then Gilbert, appear anxiously behind her.

JOYCE   Come in, Veronica. (mouthing to Wormold) She’s seventy-four.

GILBERT   (behind Joyce and Mother) Come in, Mr Wormold.

INT. CHILVERS’ SITTING ROOM. AFTERNOON.

Veronica is doing her piece, with Joyce standing, partially blocking our view, at the end of the piano.

VERONICA   Your house smells. Our house doesn’t smell. Poor people smell.
Joyce looks back over her shoulder to Wormold, who is sitting in an armchair having his feet done.

JOYCE   It’s Mother. She’s getting a bit careless.

WORMOLD   I can’t smell anything. But then I can’t smell anything. German measles.

GILBERT   You have perfect feet. I don’t know why you come.
Wormold looks round, looks at Gilbert’s knives, but says nothing.

INT. CHILVERS’ HALL. AFTERNOON.

Mother listens at the sitting-room door, which is open a crack.

MOTHER   No pig.
There is a grunt behind her from the surgery. She sneaks a look in. The pig gets out, crosses the hall and goes into the sitting room. Mother follows it.

INT. CHILVERS’ SITTING ROOM. AFTERNOON.

MOTHER   No pig.
They look up at her. Seemingly unnoticed, the pig wanders through.

VERONICA   There’s a pig! There’s a pig!
Looking to Veronica, Wormold is about to see the pig that is passing behind his chair. Gilbert sticks his knife into Wormold’s foot.