20/02/2014

Armed with a megaphone from the Community Centre, Linda’s excited to be leading the market protest and assigns everyone roles. Meanwhile, at the Beales’, Denise and Lucy make signs for the protest and Ian and Denise disagree about poll tax. Denise reveals to Peter and Lucy that Ian’s planning to use his compensation money to buy Janine’s share of the restaurant. After returning a laptop she borrowed from Peter, Jane takes Bobby to lunch. Looking at the browsing history, Ian discovers Jane’s been researching school admissions in Cardiff. Ian makes excuses not to join the march but persuades the locals it would be more effective to protest in the market rather than marching to the council offices. At the restaurant, Ian’s conscience is pricked by the picture of Pete Beale on the fruit stall. Ian returns to the market to find Aleks arguing with Peter and confiscating flyers in an attempt to end the protest. Declaring that it’s a common law right to peacefully protest, Ian sits down in the middle of the street. Jane, Lucy and Peter join him followed by Denise and the other locals. The protesters cheer when Tamwar throws his clipboard to the ground and joins them. The police arrive and Aleks points out Ian. After Linda phones the media, a BBC reporter and a camera man arrive. Ignoring a police officer, Ian jumps onto the truck and makes a rousing speech to the protesters about the market. The officer wrestles Ian off the truck then threatens to arrest him when he starts talking to the reporter. Linda’s annoyed that Ian’s taken over ‘her’ protest. The Beales celebrate Ian’s success. Catching a minute alone with Ian, Jane tells him he did great - she’s not taking Bobby anywhere. The Carters and other locals gather in the Vic to watch the news report about the protest; Linda’s fuming that Ian’s been asked to be community representative. The Beales are also watching and cheer when the report states an emergency meeting has been called to discuss the market’s future. Aunt Babe tells Shirley she has a plan.

Later that evening, Lindaâ€