Hot Fuzz 2: The Neighbour Returns

Indeed, she's back. We have been away to university on and off for a week and she hadn't been seen nor heard for some time. We had a dinner party last night and entertained our guests to no disturbance whatsoever from next door. The lights were off, nice and quiet. Happily we assumed that the ruthlessly efficient Met Police must have got hold of her, and she was now rotting in jail, but no, she appeared sharp on time at 8AM this morning. As any good Sopranos fan knows, it's not fun being in jail. We shouldn't even think things like that. Is this the end of the story? I'll keep you posted.
(We're three discs away from the end of The Sopranos: how will we ever carry on without Tony? Hopefully the neighbour won't be the one to provide us with the next scenes from a life of crime...)