BANG, BANG, YOU'RE DEAD - Part 2

Debbie and Polly have cornered Conway. He climbs into a sort of box to avoid being shot. "Damn it, Reg!" he mutters.
Reg and Gary are still concentrating on guarding the flag.
Conway begins shooting at the Ranks again, but suddenly his gun jams. He crouches down to try and fix it, but Polly and Debbie make the most of the opportunity. With their battle-cries they run at the box and start shooting into it. "Sorry, Sir!" They run off again. Conway climbs out, his goggles covered in paint.
"Hollis!" he yells at the top of his voice. Reg and Gary rush out to sort out Polly and Debs, without noticing Luke, who grabs the flag and makes a break for it.
Luckily for the Guvnors, the Terminator jumps out of the bushes and shoots Luke. He takes of his helmet, and it turns out to be none other than Sgt. Matt Boyden.
"You alright Luke?"
"Is it over then, Sarge?" he gasps for breath.
"Yeah it is!"
"Thank God for that!"

The relief are celebrating in The Grapes Pub. As promised Liz turns up. "Do you know where Rosie is?" she asks Debbie.
"No idea." Debs tells her about Rosie losing her temper at the paintball site. "Something to do with Eddie!"
"Really?" Liz tries phoning Rosie at home.
At the other end of the bar Ed's talking to Boyden. "Come on, Sarge. You never said you played before. How was I to know?"
"There's a lot you don't know about me. Hide my light under a bushel. How much did we get, Dave?"
"Two hundred and eighty quid."
"There's another thirty from CID," says Jim handing over his winnings from Don Beech.
"Nice one! Cheers!" Dave replies.
"Don't mess with the Terminator!" Boyden declares.
"Terminate that, Sarge, and I'll get you another," Tom tells him indicating the drinks.
Liz still can't get through to Rosie. ""Debs, did she say where she was going?"
"Not to me." She doesn't seem particularly bothered anyway.

Rosie actually is at home. She's sitting on the sofa, after having had a small meal, quietly watching the phone ring. She thinks that it's Eddie and throws it off the table, breaking it in the process.

Liz gives up trying to ring her.
Over in the corner, Tony awards Luke a medal (well, beer mat) for his contribution to the game. Everyone cheers. Conway comes up behind Reg. "Back on my turf tomorrow, Reg!"
"Yes, Sir." They all somehow end up singing "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow!" while Luke sticks the beer mat on Tony.
Liz and Eddie watch from the bar. "You're looking cheerful for a man who was on the losing side!" she remarks.
"Well, we lost the battle but we'll win the war!"
"And what about Rosie?"
"You have to put things behind you. Move on," he says matter-of-factly. He also begins to stir things a bit. "To tell you the truth, Liz, there's a few things I've learned about Rosie that I'm not too impressed with."
"Yeah, like what?" I'm not sure whether Liz is buying this or not.
"Well, she's flaky for one thing, and for another, she's not a team-player and I don't like that." Dave offers to get the next round in. "Might as well drown our sorrows!"

A couple of days later, Rosie cycles to work like usual. She passes Eddie and the others outside.
Tony makes a comment about her being an "unexploded bomb-shell."
"I'm in court with her all day," complains Ed.
"Better keep your protective clothing on, mate!" jokes Gary.
"Give her a break will you!" Dave sticks up for her.
"She's had a break!" argues George. "Gary's had to deal since the paintballing performance."
"Yeah, I think I heard her ticking!"

Rosie's also the topic of discussion in the Sergeants' Locker-room.
"She needs a good talking to," states Bob
"She's no good to us," adds Matt. "Sobbing into her handkerchief like an over-heated schoolgirl everytime Eddie walks by."
June's trying to tackle the situation rationally: Rosie's had no record of emotional problems before.
"She needs putting straight, June," argues Bob. "She's not helping the team keep their eye on the ball either."
"So are you going to do it: talk to her?" asks June. The other two just stand there and look away. "Right, I get it!"
"Be better coming from you," says Matt.
"I don't believe you two. It's as if I haven't got enough on my plate as it is. I'll have a word with her at the end of the shift."

Liz and DS Boulton have just arrived at the Court. "It looks like we need divine intervention on this one," says Boulton. There must be a problem with Sowerby.
"It was worth a try. What should I do? Sacrifice a cat?"
Boulton has a word with one of the security staff. He asks to have some extra bodies on hand to bring in Sowerby. "Michael Sowerby. What's his problem?"
"Just like any mad dog: like's to hurt people!"

Outside it looks like Boulton was right. Sowerby's handcuffed and two guards are still having problems getting him through the gate. He's also shouting abuse at Boulton, and they hear that he's been making threat to Jason Jefferies.
"We'll see you in court then, Michael!" John cheerfully tells him.

"I had a go yesterday," Polly tells Vicky as they walk down the corridor. "I said, "Look we all understand how cut up you are about Eddie…""
"And what did she say?"
"Oh I don't want to talk about it right now!" Polly puts on a posh accent, but it's a terrible impression of Rosie. Vicky just laughs.
They walk into the canteen passing Rosie as the go through the door. Rosie goes into the Front Office to collect her mail. She walks back down the corridor whilst opening it, but stops when she sees that it's photographs of her and Eddie kissing at the CID party. Shocked, she accidentally drops one.
Sgt. Cryer comes along to remind her to get to court. He picks up the photo and obviously comes to his conclusions why she's got them. She thanks him and hurries off.
She decides to go and speak to Sgt. Ackland, who's in the Sergeants' Office. Shyly, she knocks on the door. "Oh, Rosie, I was going to talk to you later. What's up?"
"I wanted to ask if it was possible for me not to be partnered with Eddie for a while.
"You're not, are you? I mean, except for today you're with Gary."
"I know, but Gary's on holiday next week and Eddie and I have had some problems personally."
"Yes, I had noticed."
Rosie seems to be gaining some confidence. "It'd make it a whole lot easier for me…" she begins, but June stops her.
"I could hardly have missed what's been going on between you and Eddie, but the rotas aren't organised for officers' personal convenience, are they? If you've got problems with him then you need to sort that out in your own time."
"Sarge, in normal circumstances, I wouldn't ask, but I don't want what's happening to affect my work and I'd really appreciate a chance to put some space between us, just for a month or two."
June considers this for a moment. "No. I'm sorry, Rosie, but what's going on between you and Eddie is already beginning to affect your work, other people's. Now you were warned the other day when Jason Jefferies went AWOL. I'm really disappointed that I'm having to repeat what I said then."
"Sarge, I'm doing my best," she protests. "Eddie's not…He's not making it any easier."
June begins to be slightly more sympathetic. "Rosie, if you're really having problems managing Eddie at work then you need to talk to somebody about it. I've already offered to listen."
"I know, Sarge."
"But if you're not interested in doing that, then you have to cope with it in your own way and in your own time."
"Sarge."
"Okay, off you go." Rosie begins to leave. "And Rosie, if you change your mind about talking then I'm always here."
"Thanks Sarge."
Eddie spots her coming out of the Sergeants' Office. "Ready? What was all that about with Sgt. Ackland? Were you I there telling tales about me?"
"Leave me alone."
"Anything interesting in the post this morning? I'm keeping some too. They're cute aren't they. I might put them up on the wall at the Section House. You know, a little momento of what might have been…"
"Just watch it, Eddie!" she warns him.
He grabs her arm when noone's looking. "No, you watch it, Rosebud, right! I want you to understand this clearly: you try anything moody, any little revenge tactics, and you're gonna regret it, sooner rather than later!" he threatens.