NINE... NINE AND A HALF.

CHEERS.

I SUPPOSE WHAT YOU'RE TYING TO SAY IS, YOU
DON'T WANT ANOTHER CHRIS EVANS ON YOUR HANDS.

HAVE YOU NEVER HAD A CUP OF BEANS?
YOU'RE IN FOR A TREAT.

- ALL RIGHT, CHRIS!
- HELLO, ALAN. I DIDN'T KNOW YOU'D MOVED IN.

- THERE GOES SIOBHAN.
- I'M GOING TO BOX HER IN AT THE SQUASH COURT!

- COME ON. 15 MINUTES.
- ALL RIGHT.

IF THIS JOB COMES OFF, AS REGARDS DECISION-MAKING,
WE'LL BE IN A "CAN-DO, GO" SITUATION.

BUT PART OF THE PROBLEM WAS THAT SHE DID WORK
FOR HIM, AND HE HAD TO SACK HER ANYWAY.

EVERYTHING YOU WANT TO KEEP HERE
COULD BE KEPT. OR NOT.

NO, JUST A PIPE OF PRINGLES, FINE.

- SHE'D LIKE TO. IT'S NICE, ISN'T IT?
- NO, IT'S A BLOODY NIGHTMARE.

- HAS THAT GOT A NAME, THAT DRINK?
- YEAH, THEY'RE CALLED "LADY-BOYS".

- WHAT PART OF BIRMINGHAM ARE YOU FROM?
- I'M FROM SOUTH AFRICA.

MAKE SURE I DON'T SINK THE BOAT
AND DROWN EVERYONE LIKE A BIG TWIT.

OR INDEED, KILLING THEM WITH SYPHILIS.
HERE'S MONSIEUR DAVID CLIFTON.

LYNN, YOU...

THIS HAS GOT A VERY HAUNTING QUALITY.