17 November 2022
Hunt ball guests are slightly delayed, and Eddie’s limo loses a wing mirror. That’ll larn 'em!
Characters : Mia, Brad, Oliver, Eddie, Elizabeth, Ruairi, Paul, self-propelling road signs
Credited scriptwriter : Naylah Ahmed
Director : Marina Calderone
Editor : Jeremy Howe
With an hour to go before the Hunt Ball begins, Mia and Brad have slipped away from their posts and are positioning the first of eight road-closed and diversion signs. Brad expresses doubt as to whether they should really be doing this, but Mia assures him it’s nothing against Oliver, just a statement about the unacceptability of hunting in 2022. She finds the prospects of ‘losers’ in their posh frocks and suits going round in circles and not knowing what is happening highly amusing. They part company and will return to Lower Loxley separately on their bicycles once their work is done.
Elizabeth tells Ruairi how handsome he looks in his ‘tux’, like James Bond [which one? Gus], and thanks him for having come early. They discuss outstanding arrangements; it looks like rain: continuing the Bond theme Ruairi tells her the gazebo is not enough as provision for smokers, and Elizabeth decides to have chairs and tables placed on the terrace, under the awning. Oliver is due to arrive soon and will be selling raffle tickets to the guests as they go in. Then Elizabeth says that in half an hour, Ruairi can resume his role as guest and asks if he managed to invite his friend and says Ruairi must be sure to introduce ‘her’. ‘Will do’ is Ruairi’s less than informative response.
After encountering the first of the new road signs in his limo, Eddie tells ‘Cinderella’ Sterling it is just a diversion and not to worry: he will get him to the ball on time. Oliver feels that his tie clashes with Eddie’s pink velour trim, and Eddie tells him it’s very popular with hen nights and for proms: he got quite a bit of that kind of work in the summer. He then suggests Oliver should have brought a lady friend along to make the most of a limo ride. Oliver has no ‘lady friend’ and says he will just have to make do with Eddie, who is looking very suave in his suit, which it turns out dates from 1984 and was too big then but now fits like a glove. For some reason this prompts Oliver to tell Eddie he is ‘a very unique human being’. Eddie tells Oliver it is good to see him so chipper and Oliver confesses that getting the Hunt Ball back on the calendar has made him very happy. Eddie suggests Oliver crack open the cider from the drinks compartment, and says he’s heard stories about how crazy a crowd the Hunt Ball attracts; Oliver, though, will be bailing at midnight, before things get too wild. Eddie suddenly slams the brakes on: there’s a queue backed up to the bend. He is going to get out and investigate and then notices a road closed sign that was definitely not there earlier in the day. Most of the stationary traffic appears to be guests for the ball. Oliver says he will ring Elizabeth to let her know he has been delayed.
Oliver is cutting it fine, Elizabeth tells him when she answers. He explains about the road closure, which puzzles Elizabeth as the council would normally tell her about works in the vicinity. Eddie is overheard telling Oliver there’s a sign blocking the road saying it is closed due to flooding. Elizabeth tells Oliver to get there as soon as he can, and to keep her posted; she meanwhile will make enquiries.
Paul is the first guest to arrive. Elizabeth greets him and asks whether he is there with Alistair or Jakob; when Paul says it was Ruairi who invited him, Elizabeth explains that she’s roped him in to help, so Paul should get himself a drink and Ruairi will come and find him. Another call comes through from Oliver: far from being nearly there, as Elizabeth was hoping, the same thing has happened again: they’ve found another diversion which Eddie reckons will take them right back round to where they started. What the hell’s going on? she wonders.
Ruairi is trying to round up carpark attendants who have wandered off for unscheduled breaks when Paul finds him. Then he sees Brad and asks whether he is on carpark duty. No, says Brad, umbrellas, and Ruari asks what he is doing back here, then. Brad said he was asked to cycle round and check the back gates in case people had gone the wrong way, but the road is totally empty and the gate locked. Head back then, and tell anyone you see to get back to their stations, Ruairi orders, before saying to Paul that the situation is weird; did Paul notice anything on his way over? He didn’t, and Ruairi says they should get back inside as Elizabeth will be having kittens; Paul points out that is something he could help with.
Back indoors, Elizabeth is in a state of mild panic, putting a stop to any more champagne being poured before the rest of the guests arrive and looking for Steve and Kelly who were meant to be keeping the rest of the staff in check. No one knows anything about any roadworks in the area, the vans with seafood on ice haven’t arrived and the staff keep wandering off… Why would diversion signs appear on all the roads to Lower Loxley?
Flooding my eye! exclaims Eddie. Anti-hunt types, says Oliver: he knew it was deliberate. They have put the signs in the back of the limo and Eddie is telling other drivers to move on: the route should be clear now, but Oliver suggests they do one more round to be sure they haven’t missed anything. As they set off, a passing vehicle clips the front of the limo.
Elizabeth is relieved that Oliver has made it at last and he tells her about the loss of the limo’s wing mirror; Eddie is still spitting nails in the carpark. Almost everyone has arrived, Elizabeth tells him, and they are just going in to dinner and that he is at table 17 with Alice and Alistair. It’s the strangest thing, he muses, and the local anti-hunt lot have been pretty quiet for a while now; clearly someone was out to sabotage the night, Elizabeth says, and perhaps reviving the Hunt Ball has also revived them. Oliver says he could wring their necks, but Elizabeth tells him the panic’s over, things were only held up for 40 minutes and they can discuss the sabotage later; for now, he should just try to enjoy the rest of the evening. Ruairi greets her: he has sold all the raffle tickets and as a reward, she says, he can make the draw and present the prizes. Ruairi asks if she has seen Paul and Elizabeth apologises for having kept him from his guest; she tells him they are on table five with Lily, Justin and Lilian, which he doesn’t seem entirely thrilled by, and wishes them both a very enjoyable night.
Outside, Brad tells Mia he has been sweating buckets wondering where she was, and she explains she was waylaid over by the marquee; Brad tells her of his close shave with Ruairi earlier, but he doesn’t think he suspects anything. Look at them all, Mia gloats, milling about. Brad is sorry their plan didn’t work out completely but Mia is delighted with herself: it scared people into a panic for a bit and it really wasn’t bad for a first attempt. What do you mean? asks Brad, alarmed. We made a plan and executed it perfectly, Mia tells him: they may only have dented the beginning of the night and the Hunt are still going to get their crazy party, but Mia reckons she and Brad are too good at this to give up now. Gleefully, she asks him what shall they sabotage next?
[Summarised by Gus]
Impressionistic version
At LL, Mia and Brad are evading supervision and about to depart to implement their master plan, which turns out to be the deployment of road closed due to flooding & diversion signs. On their bicycles.
[My brane melted shortly after this, so please forgive just a few impressionistic brush strokes.]
Eddie appears to have been Oliver’s ‘date’ as well as chauffeur, since Oliver was worrying about his tie clashing with Eddie’s pink velour trim. Whether this was Eddie’s suit or the interior of his car was not clear, or not to this listener at least.
Ruairi might look very handsome and James-Bondlike in his “tux” (Elizabeth would never say that) but is certainly no gentleman. He sets his generous Godmother up for confusion and awkwardness by not making the sex of his date clear and then - ok, crisis crisis crisis but not really - abandons said date to own devices in an unfamiliar and potentially trying environment for quite a long time. When R said Elizabeth would be having kittens and Paul pointed out that now THAT he could help with, I took the boy to me bosom. I have decided to LIKE Paul. This is rare, so enjoy it while you can.
Oliver would never say “you are a very unique human being.” To anyone.
Apart from his talent for mathematics, Brad is a card-carrying halfwit. I hope Oliver retains his “wring their necks” sentiments when all is uncovered, which it will be. Mia’s throat, meanwhile, needs slitting. Or she could be hunted down with dogs; whichever.
Somewhere out there, hopelessly lost, there is a van with seafood, on ice…
Search parties, anyone?
[Not summarised, by Gus]