Wormold becomes alert as he sees his quarry emerging. As Nuttall drives off in his van, Wormold follows at a discreet distance.

INT. CHILVERS’ SITTING ROOM. NIGHT.

Lockwood nods as he peeps through the curtains.

DR SWABY   We’ll wait five minutes. Get the pig ready. (to Mother) Do you have a hat and coat?
Mother shrinks back in horror.
Think yourself very lucky, the pair of you. You’ve got off very lightly indeed.

ALLARDYCE   But he was fond of her. You were fond of her, I can tell. (to Joyce) And don’t be too upset. We’re as much in the wrong as you are. If anybody found out about this we’d all be ruined.
There is a silence, while the others turn accusingly on Allardyce.

JOYCE   Oh, really? I think you’d better sit down. I think we’ve got some talking to do.

GILBERT   Joyce.

JOYCE   Shut up. Sit down.
Dr Swaby, Lockwood, Inspector Noble and Allardyce sit down.

DR SWABY   (to Allardyce) Pillock.

JOYCE   Perhaps you’d like a little sherry now?

DR SWABY   Very well.
Joyce smiles sweetly.

INT. CHILVERS’ HALL. NIGHT.

The front door is open. Dr Swaby and Allardyce are on the point of leaving.

JOYCE   Now you’ve found the way to our door, I hope you’ll come again.

ALLARDYCE   (eagerly) Yes, rather.

DR SWABY   I’m bound to say, Mrs Chilvers, you’ve gone up in my estimation. You’ve got more about you than your husband.
They step nimbly aside as Lockwood and Inspector Noble come smartly from the sitting room with the pig in one of Mother’s hats and a button overcoat. They go straight out the front door. Gilbert has followed them into the hall.

DR SWABY   And incidentally, if you ever want your mother put in a home I’m on the board of several.

JOYCE   Oh, how kind! À bientôt.
They go and she closes the door in triumph.
Well, Gilbert, I think sexual intercourse is in order.
She pushes him back into the sitting room and closes the door. At the top of the stairs, Mother looks out from her room. She comes down the stairs. She listens at the sitting-room door.

MOTHER   No pig. No pig.

EXT. HEWSON’S WIRELESS SHOP. DAY.

A crowd watches the royal wedding on the tiny screen of the television in the shop window. Gilbert, passing on his bike, stops. He tries to peer over the crowd but those sitting on stepladders at the back defeat him.

INT. ALLARDYCE’S SITTING ROOM. DAY.

Mrs Allardyce and Veronica watch their television. They shush Allardyce as he comes in.

INT. MRS FORBES’S BEDROOM. EVENING.

The radio is giving highlights of the wedding. Mrs Forbes is getting poshed up. She is staining her legs with gravy browning, to represent nylons.

INT. WORMOLD’S ROOM. EVENING.

Wormold is sitting still. The room is quiet. A single light burning.

MRS FORBES   (out of vision) Are you busy?