Episode Five or One Night in Tarrant. After a bit of daytime dramatics, the episode settles into the goings on after dark, over the course of one night as a number of characters, break off into couplings and backstory begins to unfold and lives continue to unravel.
A white tuxedoed Ken brings a spangly headband adorning Jan to dinner, under the guise of discussing business. This is much to the chagrin of “live-in girlfriend” Dawn, who after complaining to Ken, is told to watch some of the videos he brought home for her, which Dawn confirms are blue movies (I can imagine Ken picking them up in Soho). Dinner is followed by an almost fourth wall breaking tango scene, which gets Jan horned up enough to go home, stick on a negligee and relight the fire with husband Tom. Alas, this has the opposite effect, as we see a post coital Tom looking shellshocked as he realises he has Ken Masters to thank for his wife’s sudden lustiness. Jan doesn’t help matters either by saying it wasn’t Ken that turned her on (even though Tom hadn’t articulated those thoughts to her yet) and that it was the sense of achievement (how 80’s).
On the other side of town, after a fruitless attempt to find Jack, who drunkenly driven off like a madman from the Jolly Sailor, Avril invites Leo back to her cottage for a drink where she explains a bit about her mystery man in London (“the bastard”). Jack meanwhile has planted his car in a ditch, only to be picked up and taken in by none other than Jan’s mother Kate. Jack, as he does in every episode, confirms that he wasn’t a very good husband while Kate admits that she probably wasn’t a great mother. On the subject of bad mothers, Polly continues to put her foot in it with Abby by admitting that she and absentee husband Gerald hadn’t planned / wanted a child but were delighted when she did finally arrive.
Again, there is some 80’s gold with Tom referring to the “hooray Henry’s” at the yacht club and calling Ken a “medallion man”. Also, there’s a nice mix of the closing theme on this episode. With both themes, I actually don’t think I’d tire of listening to either of them. Simon May really was churning out great themes in those few years from 1985 to Eldorado.