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Gary: Oh hello, Suzanne. What are you doing here?

Suzanne: Actually, I was going to have tea with Ann. She wanted my advice on her trousseau.

Gary: Oh, right. Never understood why they called it that, makes you think of trousers, doesn't it, rather than nightgowns and things.

Suzanne: Indeed.

Gary: Not really seen much of the lady of the house, but Tinsley's all right. We went and saw some footie and he's got this monster motorbike. She all right then?

Suzanne: I enjoy Ann's company. It's so nice to be around people who arenít in television.

Gary: Oh, know what you mean. But I mean, you're seeing Carver, right? I mean, isn't that all the TV crowd all the time?

Suzanne: Alan is a great director and I learn so much from just being with him. We're just friends.

Gary: Really? I mean good, well good for you. Frankly he scares the willies out of me, but I suppose it's different if youíre a woman. Are you ready for our scene this week? It's in the village. You know, the tea shop. You're supposed to be distant.

Suzanne: I'm sure I'll manage.


Irene: It's so nice to be back here. Did you miss me?

Frank: Oh yes, it's much nicer talking to people you can see.

Irene: It was good of you to come up to London to see me. When this is over you'll have to come up more often. That's where I am most of the time, you know.

Frank: Won't you be coming down here?

Irene: Yes, when I can. But TV is a frantic business, and Arthur keeps me quite busy.

Frank: I thought you'd come down here to stay after the filming. You could write your poetry.

Irene: Let's go and talk about it, shall we?


Flo Blue: Oh Mr. Tinsley. Again. How do you do?

Mr. Tinsley: Fine. Very good and all. Thank you.

Flo Blue: Have you seen Frank? We were going to talk about his mother.

Mr. Tinsley: No I havenít. Donít know why youíre so keen to find him either. He's quite barmy you know, nutty as a fruit cake. He went in hospital last year.

Flo Blue: Oh the poor man! I understand his mother had quite a tragic life.

Mr. Tinsley: They were all talking about it when they found out she wrote the books. Didn't really pay any attention myself. Though I do remember she had an affair with a German. I don't approve of that. I mean you and I are old enough to remember, aren't we?

Flo Blue: Actually, Mr. Tinsley, I was just a baby during World War Two. Good-bye!


Simon: Hello Dad.

Mr. Tinsley: I never said anything to the woman.

Simon: What? No, never mind. Look, do you fancy going to watch some cricket?

Mr. Tinsley: You trying to get me out of the house?

Simon: No! Ann said... well I just thought it would be nice if we did something together.

Mr. Tinsley: So you're coming too?

Simon: Sure, I thought we could persuade Phil to come and take the car down to Hove to see Sussex play.

Mr. Tinsley: It'll probably rain.


Reverend Banks: Hello John. Howís your granddad today?

John: Heís all right. Heís out in the garden if youíre looking for him.

Reverend Banks: Actually, I came to see you.

John: Emma send you?

Reverend Banks: No, she didnít.

John: How is she?

Reverend Banks: She seems to be in good spirits. John, I donít know what you might have heard through the grapevine butÖ

John: That you and her were dancing at the social? Donít worry, Reverend! We split up. You can do what you like. Besides, I donít think thereís much harm in you having a dance together. I mean really, youíre not her type.

Reverend Banks: Well, actually, thatís why Iím here. I wanted to tell you, in person. I am her type. Emma and I are exploring a relationship. As you can imagine, there are certain impediments when oneís a vicar.

John: Exploring a relationship? Do you mean youíre dating? You and Emma? Christ! And I suppose you want my f**king blessingÖ

Reverend Banks: No, I didnít expect it. I just thought you should know.

John: Well, I know. Thanks for bloody nothing.


Mrs. Tinsley: My, my, here I am at last. Iím frightfully sorry if I kept you waiting. I got lost you know. All of these little villages tend to blur together after awhile and I quite lost my bearings. Of course the bottle of wine we had at lunch didnít help either. Well, never mind that now. Iím here. So good to see you. You must be Ann?

Ann: Um, yes. Iím glad you made it safely. Itís a pleasure to meet you at last, Mrs. Tinsley.

Mrs. Tinsley: Maude, please dear. Mrs. Tinsley makes me sound ancient and wrinkly, a bit like my exís Mum the last time I saw the old thing. And you neednít have worried. There was no danger of my not being safe. Luigi is an expert driver. You know those Italian men. Can drink like a fish and still perform superbly. Ha! So, whereís Simon? And I suppose Harold is skulking around the place too? Have to say, I hope heís out.

Ann: Theyíve both gone out, Iím afraid. They went to see the cricket at Hove.

Mrs. Tinsley: Well, I am sorry to miss Simon. But Harold...well, that's a lucky break! Donít know how youíve managed him for as long as you have. Almost as long as I did before I gave him the boot. Never marry an Englishman. Theyíre so boring. Oh! What am I saying? Well, maybe Simonís different. He did live abroad. Perhaps heís learned a few things in the bedroom. Am I embarrassing you? Yes, I think I am. Simon tells me you ran off to Italy a few years back without him. Did you enjoy it? Eat, drink and be merry? Do tell!

Ann: I went to do some research. On medieval nuns.

Mrs. Tinsley: Medieval nuns?  How terribly dull. But look at you! Such a little thing! I canít believe my son is marrying an American. I mean, most people would think it a bitÖwell, never mind. I think I like you. And won't Simon be surprised to find me here! I do love a surprise!

Ann: Can I get you some tea orÖsomething?

Mrs. Tinsley: Iím dying for a gin and tonic. Is it too much? Well, it is after lunch. I think Iíll be quite safe.

Ann: Thatís fine. I think Iíll join you.

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