Shh.
How long's she gonna be staying?
We'll find out.
How long did you say?
Let's see.
See you later, Kaffir.
I'll get all my half, right?
I'll show you around.
Bye, Nana.
Tesh.
Tesh is the mother I never asked for.
I'm starving in here.
And me mum's the kid I never deserved.
Come on.
Here.
Tourists, our hands before breakfast.
This one's yours.
Um, we've got cereal.
There's scrambled egg, bacon.
I have both.
I couldn't have both.
I have both.
I have what you want.
She wants about half about.
And the room's okay?
Is that okay?
The room's massive.
I slept like a log, thank you.
Excuse me.
What you doing?
McLaren's taken over the Cathie Calvert case.
We're not allowed near it anymore.
Is he for real? Why?
Why, do you think?
Because you moved Cathie Calvert into your spare room,
contaminating any prosecution if they decide we've attended witness.
Well, how can they?
She wouldn't be alive if it weren't for us.
I couldn't-- no.
I didn't drag her out with the river just to put her in the system.
Two for me, two for you.
Tails.
So we don't have to use those?
This?
That's the fire your mum got my signed up to.
Now?
I've-- I've tons of work piling up.
I have two vouchers. This is work.
Are you determined to sabotage my career?
Cathie Calvert needed protecting.
There are agencies.
Yeah, right.
Answer me this.
If you hadn't just lost your job to Joy Frears,
would you have taken that child under your wing?
Answer me this.
Why, once you knew I'd walked away from Mervyn Manley's accident--
She's the man under a bus.
We know for a fact I'd stabbed at least two more--
If we knew it for a fact, then we'd be in jail now, not tapioca.
Nobody else knows about that.
Correct. Thanks to me.
We surely don't speak English.
Joy deserves a possession.
She still calls it going all the way and choosing Ales.
People do.
A false, Nails.
And if you got on the cheap, they're thinking I'll
spend the rest of my career mopping up after her.
Even though they think coming.
I love you, Winge, about your future when your presence going totally to shit.
They've really hurt, have they?
People do.
Fuck!
Oh, so that's your game, is it?
For anyone on vouchers, you make up your tips by tampering.
Well, there's a big tip for you, Aeroflot.
Wrong person, wrong place, wrong tree.
Try it again.
I love you sex trafficked by Albanians, you stick-thin' creep.
Viv, Viv, it was a joke.
A happy finish.
About bloody time.
Morning, sir.
What's up?
Put a fast note your buttons are, something.
We're meant to start a tournament at ten.
And we've got people coming from as far as Chalton to Bury, haven't we?
Right.
Come on, Captain.
Let's see who you really are.
You're okay, mate.
Can you tell me your name?
Tell me your name.
Jesus.
Are you okay?
Can you hear me?
Tell me your name.
Oh, God, he stopped breathing.
Doi, I'm sorry this happened.
And I'll do anything to put a right, but I'm not apologizing for Kathy.
Not anybody.
I'd walk first.
Well, that's not happening on my watch.
How can I work properly if I'm being ignored?
They're not hanging with you. They're on one.
They're pissed off with McLaren, the thieving lanky wanker.
But you know what's sadness me most?
There's not been a Tuesday or a Thursday since I turned 25
that I've not slept around your house.
And I can't do that anymore, can I?
Not with Kathy as your new housemate.
And you won't sleep around mine.
Not till you kill the cat.
Mum.
McLaren wants one of us to report to him and his team of eat-wats
and it won't be me for this reason.
I'd rather he had a go at you
to see what I'd say if I'm not in the room, you see?
Of course.
Get your shit together and get around there
and welcome to management.
You stupid cat! What have you done to us all?
No.
Are you moving?
To be honest, I won't mind having a look myself.
Well, one of us can't.
There, there, there.
Don't...don't move, don't dare move.
McLaren is looking at Jottingham Wears' client list.
No!
Only me, ma'am.
Only.
Amber Alert from the, er, Poisons unit.
Oh, wow.
Stuart and Tegan accompanied a son of death down at St Michael's.
There's chemicals on the street that shouldn't be.
Three more on this patch. Not dead yet, but not far off.
What are we talking?
Some methadrone ketamine reboot and something new
that can't yet identify, ma'am.
Oh, if the mutated methadrone
will be cleaning up middle-aged, middle-class shit off the street
till the next Olympics.
Yeah, well, the last one was a 19-year-old economics student at Manchester.
Take the address.
Take Jonah with you to inform next to kin.
Hiya.
There's a window right at the back of the lady's toilet.
She'll be able to see much better,
although you've got to remove the automatic light bulb.
Is that the dad on arrival that Stuart and Tegan just called in?
Yeah, poor little sod.
Nearly all his organs had started liquefying.
Moving off?
His mother's in reception.
I think she's trying to report him missing.
Oh.
I've gone out to score drugs.
The only time he borrowed the car was while I was at the gym
cos I always had a drink after with the girls and got taxes on.
He always put it back exactly where I now had left it,
except the cab smelt of fresh weed.
Just weed?
It's that I've a died a month ago.
I know what I've needed to get through it, so God help him.
We don't think he was robbed, but we couldn't find his phone.
He left it behind.
That's why...
That's why I couldn't find him.
Yeah.
Come on.
Let's get you home, Suzanne.
I've fallen to your sister, and she's with your mum at your house.
How'd you get my mum from Worcester?
I called in favours.
Thank you so much.
DC, come with you to take a full statement.
I know it seems indecent, but we need the information now, yeah?
God bless you.
Get the intelligence, lads, off Spotify and onto this.
I need a phone log cross-referencing urgently.
So, the Downs Killer case.
Where's Darren McLaren leading us? Back to Jocelyn Wade's client list.
How do you know that?
Well, he thinks that's the most viable lead.
What's her expensive bollocks?
Jocelyn Wade's clients aren't suspects.
They're just tormly-twisted freaks.
We need to get inside Cathy Colvert's head.
Get her to talk.
The minute she's fit to speak, I'll be the closest one listening.
You have my word.
Do keep me posted.
Meanwhile, there's a guy out there killing Downs Syndrome girls
who's not quite as patient as you.
From intelligence.
The dead lad's phone logs led to this guy.
We've got him in custody. His name's Roy Proctor.
He's a postman.
Not known to us, but recently acknowledged by locals as a casual supplier.
We'd only use you there.
But in this case, he pilfered an unregistered parcel on his round.
The bingo contained nonspecific capsules.
Who went to which address?
He'd burnt the packaging for his own benefit.
Where was this round?
I forget, but it's not a toilet.
Mmm.
Richmond Falls area.
Now why am I looking at Sandy Street?
See, this is where we was asked to help on surveillance last November.
We were all shouted downwards to realise there's no explosives involved.
They were definitely manufacturing.
Yeah, but just hydroponics, didn't you?
Hydroponics don't cause that.
Okay, well, if they've upped their game, so will we.
And they've caught me on a full moon, so they won't know what's hit them.
Go ahead.
Is this you?
Couldn't have waited until people had eaten.
I needed to wait until I was ready.
Sarge.
Ooh.
Matt.
I think I've had an idea that Mike just gets
back in the running on the Down syndrome case.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
It's a bit tricky, and it relates to Cathy Calvert, right?
Given that Cathy's not talking and Dinah won't even let us try,
we need to think of new ideas to get round the formality of the 400.
How much are you asking for?
400.
Keep your eye on it yourself.
Spend five.
22 and 24 Sandy Street.
Two semis that have been bought in the last 12 months.
But they're not semis.
They're a drugs lab.
We're working on a theory that they've scattered a test batch into the human field.
Five people are already dead or dying because of it.
I want that kitchen closed tonight.
We could have done with a lot more preparation, but big tough titty.
Excuse me.
Do we know what it is they're making?
We just got young Luke Hyatt's toxicology in.
It's looking like a transmutation of good old form methyl meth capsinol with...
Yeah, but it's soaked up MCAT, in other words.
Yeah, which they're a long way off, because this stuff's only half modified,
but still a neurotoxin that shuts down your immunity to...
Well, gee, you're drowning in your own blood, basically.
Joseph Raphael of number 22.
Sounds foreign, but his English is a muffin.
And by reputation of every nasty little prick.
People who've messed with him haven't been seen since.
Angelina Kosteros of number 24 Sandy Street.
Two PhDs in industrial chemistry.
Her tax returns say that she's a supply science teacher.
You couldn't get a bra in that joint for less than 200 sods.
This is 4.30pm.
Angelina Kosteros arrives back at number 24.
Wait for it.
Three minutes later, she's at the upstairs window of number 22 with the bats out.
They're not shagging at all.
So know that the two houses are connected. Just don't know how.
Yeah, I'd like to introduce you to the shit-button.
Installed in any drugs lab in the event of you lot bursting in unannounced.
It's ready to flush away at the push of a button.
Any imprisonable evidence, some of which at least you will need in court.
Trust me, if the bottom of the shit is deployed,
then for the little evidence you'll get, you might as
well do a couple of student flats on a Friday night.
Sergeant Fries.
One, volunteers for surveillance.
Those who are already familiar with the new equipment.
Right.
Two, tell your families you don't know when you'll be home.
Can I tell Rosie you might be October?
Three.
Permission to a show off, ma'am?
It's fine.
OK. Angelina Costaros and Joseph Raphael both worked
for Farmer Dance, got their UK laboratories in Kent.
Now, she was sacked for stealing clase
psychoactive compounds and arrested by Kent police.
But Raphael was the one making the allegations on behalf of the company.
Two months after that, he retired early on the grounds of mental debility.
A month after that, he drops the charges and moves in with Costaros.
He got her on the hook to get her off it?
She doesn't know he stitched her up.
He gets funding for a skank lab and her sanctuarines behind it.
Look, if we can isolate Costaros and offer him a deal,
we've got a better chance of harvesting the evidence and getting maximum sentences.
Hands up anybody here who think that
separating Costaros and Raphael is a dodgy move.
Hands down. Hands up anybody who thinks that that level of risk is sexy.
Oh, fuck off. I'll forgive you two quid, not half a note of all.
Angelina Costaros, I'm arresting you on suspicion of...
Oh, and we know from Invoice as well. You've no small change,
and you paid ten grand a pop for these fellas.
I'm arresting you on suspicion of trafficking drugs to and from British shores.
You have the right to remain silent, et cetera.
How is Joan a bit up there, less conspicuous than me?
We could have a patrol car, but we'd offer her an taste of exposure.
I'm trying to concentrate.
The offences we arrested you for in public
bear no relation to the charges you now face.
As of last night, you're also accused of the
murders of three young souls, two with families,
one barely old enough to be starting his own.
I can bring his mum back in if you'd like to speak to her personally, Angelina.
That wasn't me.
So tell us about the murder of your mother. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. That wasn't me.
So tell us about the stolen chemicals, Angelina.
If you were innocent, you'd have faced the charges, wouldn't you?
That was not me.
We know it wasn't.
How did you meet Joseph Raphael?
He was your land manager at Farmerdansk.
And you know his signature was on the document accusing you of theft.
He framed you, flattened your reputation and dried up your income.
So you were so desperate, you'd accept any help on offer.
Am I warm?
What does she want to be?
We've talked directly to the CPS,
and in return for your cooperation in the successful prosecution of Joseph Raphael,
we'll back up your defence.
We are. The minute he knows I've turned evidence, I'm dead.
All we need is detailed intelligence on how that laboratory is designed
to vanish any evidence in the event of a raid.
Can you not send her out for Kit Kats or something?
What firearms, if any, are on the premises?
What the risks are for the officers entering the premises?
Subsequent to which you'll be addressed by the system as a victim, Angelina.
Where were you trained?
Curries.
You've just given me the reason not to cooperate.
You've declared me a victim.
Why should I lift a finger from here?
Thanks for wasting.
I was just section three in about an hour.
Do you smoke?
Well, it's still allowed.
Kathy's not saying anything, but Deering's getting impatient.
So, I deeply admire what you've done for Kathy,
but I feel compelled to jump right into manipulating your influence on the girl.
So, she's refused sedatives at drugs from any description.
I really need you to think about hypnosis.
Just tell her to get on the web, look up young paper-shred in its testimonies,
especially PTSD, especially rape, and you tell her from me
that that is the best form of treatment if she needs to stay in charge.
So, she was, was she?
Actually, raped.
So, naturally, she's going to ask you to chaperone it to her first session.
To wood. To wood in a heartbeat.
No, you won't, you say, because she's never had a comfort blanket.
Don't give her one now.
What, really? Do you think rape's ambiguous when the girl hasn't uncrossed her legs
for 48 hours after the incident?
If you care about that girl, you bring her to me,
non-soakers don't turn to her last very long.
Dance, this is successful with hypnosis because
looking half the rage accelerates the trust element.
That woman's a cow, and it's aging, mate, so there's a window down her place.
Oi, you didn't realise this entire complex is supposed to be non-smoking?
Yeah, that's a long stay window, so you should have learnt to shut it by now.
Is that Dr Pete? No, it's not.
Got a white alder pulling up right below me.
Oh, and it's a corker.
Worth more than a house.
Plus brunette fit, white, female. About 40.
Very fit, actually.
Alder, VRM, Victor Alpha India 3, Lee McKeelah Weckl.
Oh, and she's got her own set of keys for 22.
Yeah, OK, here we go.
This is Corinne Raphael.
It's his ex-wife.
Right, she must be banging him.
OK, listen, get a picture of them together. Do what you need to do, right?
Jonah, talk it.
Oh, Victor!
What you doing?
What have you done? What can I say to that?
What have you done, you useless freak?
What are you leaving her for?
I'd like to job away for this, you fat twat.
I'm sorry, mate, it just fell down.
Look at that!
I mean, you can write to an office...
What an idiot!
...that can try and refund.
Take about six to eight weeks.
How's Kathy? How are you getting on?
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do a vise or not.
I'm going to be fine.
I'll call you back then.
Thank you, sir.
Sir?
Well, what do you expect from us all, cartwheels?
He's got to let people sleep on it, himself included.
Meanwhile, we've landed a little corker.
Just look at the footage, read my notes, and we'll present it to Dartfire together.
Get you some nectar punch back, maybe.
It doesn't care.
Girl, you shivering.
Come here, sweetheart.
Gummy jock is right.
I've just pissed on my own chips.
She won't budge.
Ma, check out these fellas.
Longing to?
His ex-wife.
And according to previous surveillance footage,
the car shows up often.
Almost as often as Angelina goes shopping.
Tuesdays, Thursdays.
You go into question next round.
I'll lead with the terms of the offer,
and you'll need to know what we're offering.
No.
Diner and Spike.
There ain't none of that.
You were shit-hot in there, madam.
It's just that I have every reason
to believe that this situation calls for two gobby bitches
and a cracking pair of nuts.
Fuck off.
I'm demanding I'll lawyer you.
You're so much meaningful, I'll fuck off yourself.
It's a block thing.
I can see how we can resist the real ones,
you know what I mean?
What happened, dear?
Did you footshot that?
Let me see.
Faster!
Whoa, missus!
Now, I want this noting for a claim if it's broken.
He's been banging her since the day they divorced.
Basically, every time you were out shopping.
They already pulls up, you know,
they always end up diagonally in the other house.
Same bedroom you share with him.
She must be laughing all the way to the bank
if the price of that note is anything to go by.
Oh.
Had I convinced you it was all about you and him
and the money.
It's not your money, sweetheart.
It's hers.
Hey.
You want your reputation back?
We need to know.
Now.
We didn't put a test batch of substances out there.
A snail mill parcel with a tiny amount of ingredients
went missing, but we didn't circulate this shit.
Why would we when it's not commercially ready?
There's an evacuation valve in the basement.
And we need it disabled.
I can't. I couldn't.
I wouldn't be anywhere near there.
This two-faced animal's gonna kill me when he...
There's an emergency remote by the front door
for obvious reasons.
It triggers a signal to the system to totally sell flush.
It's really, really fast.
But you'll disable it.
Impossible.
Two PhDs and you can't take a battery out.
Hi.
Well done, Spike.
Getting you back in the driver's seat earlier.
Now, what Spike exemplified is top-notch teamwork.
You are part of a top-notch team.
That's a lot of love for you, Diana.
But what we all want most is the Cathy Calvert case back.
So go home, spend some time with Cathy,
help her get ready to talk.
Yeah?
Cathy, tonight is session with Bo Peep.
Dr Peep.
You know why I'm not coming into the session with you?
OK, look, um, well, the way Peep said it is way better
than anything I can come up with.
If I'm in there, holding your hand as a copper,
you won't be able to get your sleeves rolled up,
and that's kind of what the sessions are for.
I know.
I've been through them myself.
With Dr Peep?
No, I couldn't afford Peep if I took a mortgage out.
And why did you need sessions?
Two a week, for three years, to realise all I had to do
was thump some bastard back.
Tessa's dad?
Mine.
Now, he left us years back,
and then moved back in once the house was paid off.
He started knocking my mum about,
giving mum liver spots that got too big to fake, so...
I hoofed him down the stairs and out the door.
I've never seen him since.
That magda blames you for that?
Very much so.
And I very much don't care.
Bo Peep.
Bo Peep?
Is that what you call her?
Knock, knock.
Well, it's OK. It's on his bike.
Two minutes, mate. We're just doing the whippie.
See you downstairs. Yep.
I bought this for Kathy.
From me. I know she lost hers.
Joy!
You're not enough to do that.
And I know it's too soon to come in. No-one wants to intrude.
Ow!
This is what I think it is, isn't it?
How many sets does it connect to?
Four. Including one for you.
Spying on a child, Joy? You kidding?
Cos that's the total opposite of what I've just promised her.
Well, that's all good for you, Diana.
But while McLaren is pointlessly raking in everything since Ian Braidy,
and you're throwing your arms round Kathy like an ante.
Who's idea was it?
Whoa!
Nothing is actually moving, and it really badly needs to, Diana.
Otherwise, the guy that did that to them is going to walk. All right?
And if she knew about this, she can fuck off and all. I'll start teaching.
Shut up, Diana. Give me a sec. Yes, ma'am.
Yes, ma'am.
Yep, ready for battle. Run away. Let's go.
Ah. About time.
Everything sorted? Yeah?
I've worked this out perfectly. I need tits
and teeth up front, so you're going in first.
And what? With Joy. What?
Who? But you said it was me.
I'm learning your lines. I want your word perfect.
Cues, lines and performance.
I don't want you to mention consequences to her.
Wow.
Yeah, I'm keeping this one.
Sorry, ladies. I need to fit you with recording equipment.
No. Let's do what Sarah already done has.
With what?
Where's tattoo? I need tattoo.
Girls? I'm guessing the honeymoon wasn't that land.
Nevada. Shooting range for automatics.
You know you're my hand-picked front line for this, don't you?
Yeah, we were honoured when we saw that on the command sheet, ma'am.
I know baptism affires a bit of house about faces of wedding present.
But don't let me down, girls.
Ma'am!
OK, listen up.
When Joy and Diana get to the door, they'll be met by Angelina Kosteros.
Kosteros takes advantage of the camouflage to slip us the handheld remote
to prevent anybody discharging the evidence.
Then, in we charge.
And we don't stop until that basement valve is disabled.
We all clear.
I want the best performance you've got.
You take care of them there, girls, eh?
Right.
You're all right. Make it 20.
Cheers.
Oh.
You're not Jasmine.
Kosteros has shown us her ass.
Stand by for premature positions.
Party?
Jasmine's party?
I wish it was. I'm having the night in with my wife in a movie.
Oh, sorry to bother you.
Oh, shh.
No signal.
Hey, can we use your landline and get the driver to turn round for us?
We haven't got a landline or a signal.
We have to stand at the end of the garden to get one.
OK, fancy, girls. Sorry.
No, wait.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Look at my fingers!
Look at my fingers!
For fuck's sake, give me two six.
I need to put the dogs away. They've got to be sorted.
Oh, my God!
Come in.
Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
Gobble bitches come through for my hood, I believe, darling.
No, please, just let me get some towels.
You know where they are?
I've cleaned that up before...
That's my wedding finger for three fucking weeks away!
I think we've got a face!
(SCREAMS) Oh, my God!
Get the remote off him.
Who? What if he catches me?
Just figure it out. Just put it in my hands and leave the rest to us.
Can you see anything?
I can't tell.
Mum, the eggs are in the basket.
Repeat.
Eggs are in the basket.
Yes!
Oh, please!
Did you know that I can see him when we're throwing your brainers out?
Subject once secure, ma'am.
Let me down!
tattoo escort prisoner in the ambulance for his order.
Pleasure, ma'am.
Orders from high command. We stay with the patient.
Watch out!
Everybody out of now!
Now!
What are you doing?
Guys!
Sir!
Diner! Stewart, give me your comms.
We are dealing to control.
Request medical backup.
Can we get them out?
Yes. An emergency.
Put it back, please!
Detective, there's no more staff to call out.
Have you seen what they're doing to each other in there?
Or there? Or there?
Not medical staff, for sure.
It's physical health.
All right, I understand what you're saying.
Just give me a minute.
Matt, if we turn this place into a total fucking zoo...
Where's tattoo?
Yeah, they were the most exposed, apart from the prisoner.
But he's been ventilated and is under armed guards
who will give him his day in court, man.
The girl's sit is all proud.
Yeah, yeah, I won't go in there if I was you.
You're gonna be all right, aren't they?
Oh, yeah, yeah, no, it's just, um...
Whatever this turns out to be,
it's got people a bit twisted.
Have you ever seen two girls, one cop?
Mum.
Here, here, get in there.
How come there's been that fair down off of me a dark spot?
It's fine.
But watch your feet, it's slipping.
Well, that went well.
Very well.
This way, Inspector.
OK.
Transects are estimating a two million street value.
I'm getting in a first vehicle with you, Mum.
I've got, like, reports and files to ship.
How soon do you think my team can interview Kathy Calvert?
It's not a question I can answer. You took the case away from me.
Well, we're still on the same team, Liv.
And you've secured yourself a good future with all this.
Oh, not me.
No, it's, um...
It's a tattoo who saved all our bacon, sir.
Facticals port team, they truly deserve a few good words from the top.
Pleasure.
Roll a finder.
Second on the left.
If you excuse me, I've got...
Yes.
Right.
(CHUCKLES) What's that?
Yeah. Yeah.
I'll do that.
Here we go.
Can I get a freaking band off?
Then we'll get some scissors. We'll get some...
Hiya.
They were involved in a raid.
They might have been exposed to substances.
Like what?
Well, I wasn't yet.
That's never done this to me before.
Come on, look at what we've...
She?
What I've made for me.
Oh, sweetheart, it was your session.
Just... I'm sorry.
That's not for public. I'm sorry.
She's absolutely twired. I won't remember a word.
Go on.
Oh, darling, that's amazing.
How was it?
It was absolutely superb.
She says all these tiny things that, you know,
says massive stuff and...
I don't think she really liked me and all.
Oh, wow.
What did you say to her?
What happened?
You did.
I offered her the chance of a non-investigator session
as an induction into the presence of clinical hypnosis.
And she jabbled like a flightless bird.
I'm going past loads of shells with tins and boxes.
And is the cat still leading you?
Taking me.
And does the black cat have a colour?
Massive colour.
Because it's face, nearly.
So you're passing these shells with the tins and boxes
and the mixed-up stuff.
Clever girl.
Repeat that please, Catherine.
Clever girl.
Clever girl for what?
Clever girl.
That sounds quite angry.
Are you in pain at all at this point, Catherine?
Everywhere hurts.
I thought it'd broken everything.
The cat is probably something her imagination has manufactured
to soften the journey.
From what we know about Cathy's family,
I can't see pets hanging around, can you?
May I ask how such intimate material is suitable for open forum?
Well, against my better advice,
Cathy Calvert gave consent for all future sessions to be shared
as testimony for things she can't repeat in person.
On the one condition that Diana listens to them first.
A talking victim has only brought us to a decent square one.
Well, she does, of course, go on to talk about the rape in detail.
She's allowed.
I want everyone of the rest of us to be listening to every word
of that child so painfully donated.
Not sentimentally.
Don't get bored of it or I'll kick your arses.
One word no-dod just might mean something to us.
Even if it doesn't hurt yet.
Better.
We can't do it without Diana.
I'll keep her name off the paperwork.
And pray they still like her as much if and when it emerges as a trial.
You get the case back.
Just catch this bastard, Viv.
Does anybody know a decent role from the Trafford Centre?
Missed you at the end of all that and I need a wee anyway.
Cathy!
Diana described you very well.
You're a little fighter, aren't you?
And how lucky are we, Lottie?
Knowing this lady.
I know.
We all need to know how to be good at that, don't we?
Fighting back.
So...
Happy reading.
My dad bought me a first edition of that when I was 12.
Within a week, a bloke came up behind me and I wanted a good eater in them days.
One.
I caught him straight in the sprouts with a bunch of eye keys, page 43.
I still read that on Lottie every year. And I signed it for you. Shall we go and look at these upstairs?
Thank you.
You're something else, you are.
My mum always said it like that when she was struggling for adjectives.
Thanks so much, Vivian.
Yeah, but one adjective.
One.
Never.
Not.
Surprising.
I'll see you for that.
See you anymore, buddy-lads.