Poor Judy turns to psycho hubbie Tommy this eve as she organises a locum to avoid having to face the locals at the surgery. She's feeling terrible about the way she treated the fella who treated her like dirt, and hasn't got the foggiest about what Blackie Connors is up to. Sure isn't Tommy still telling her fibs? Speaking of phenomenal pains in the back side, Paul and Leo clash over their property deal, and Zumo suggests that it's time Carrigstown's Donal Trump did an oul insurance job on the factory...