All language subtitles for Boon s03e11 One Reborn Every Minute

So, under the terms of the contract
signed by you with representatives of

organization on 3rd of September, 1983,
with the exception of your entitlement

to a period of sabbatical leave for
travel and study, this organization

responsibility for all monies and
services provided under that contract

immediate effect.

That's it, Luke.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

You destroy me and you're sorry?

It ain't like that, Luke.

It had to be done, that's all.

Okay, so it's done.

But I'll tell you something, Jubal.

This ain't the Lord's work been done
here today.

He ain't had his say yet.

And I'll tell you something too, Jed.

I ain't finished either.

and because they had no root, they
withered away.

And some fell among thorns, and the
thorns sprang up and choked them. But

fell upon good ground and brought forth
fruit, some hundredfold, some

sixtyfold, some thirtyfold.

Well, my friends, this here is good
ground.

When I arrived here with my darling
wife, Jolene, I said to her, I said,

This is fertile ground, didn't I?

Praise the Lord.

This is holy ground.

Oh, hallelujah. This is ground for hope.

I'm going to tell you something. I can
feel it. I can feel it. The Lord is

here in this city tonight.

No, I'm going to tell you something
further.

The Lord is right here in this hall.

And with his help.

This good ground, this fertile ground,
this Birmingham.

You just got off.

Your uniform.

Oh, I see.

No, I'm on duty here tonight.

Bit of freelance work.

I mean, come on. What are you here for?

Yeah, you could be out there drinking
liquor, sticking needles in your arms,

fornicating, robbing.

Why not? Everyone else seems to be doing
it these days.

I'll tell you why not.

You already know it.

You're here to recommit your life to the
Lord.

Come on, who's going to get up here and
tell them? Who's going to start a new

life right here, now?

Now, here's a lady of courage.

Because it takes courage to stand up and
be counted. But the Lord understands

that. And he will help you if you let
him in.

That's just a few more steps.

Just a few steps to begin a new life
right here and now.

Relations chapter one.

Bloody hell, Ken.

Well, it might just seem like a
practical joke to you, Mrs. Daly, but

I'm not laughing.

I didn't mean it with funny, Reverend,
but aren't you overreacting?

No, ma 'am, I'm not.

What we're looking at here is dirty
tricks.

Last night, those hecklers in
Manchester.

Tonight, this abomination.

Why?

Can I confide in you, Mr. Boone?

Sure. There's people here in England who
want to set up a new cable TV company,

broadcast the word of the Lord.

And? Well, like my style, could be I'm
their man.

This company, who's behind them? What's
their name?

They call themselves Second City Cable.
Go see them, talk to them.

Yeah, okay, but... See, someone here
wants to discredit me, Mr. Boone.

It's as simple as that.

broke up in confusion.

Many of those present were clearly
distressed, some of them weeping.

Our reporter spoke to the Reverend
Jedediah Marshall shortly afterwards at

hotel. The whole thing has been blown
out of proportion.

It was just a misguided young woman.

It's good of you to come.

Oh, it is nice to see you.

Well, there.

Well, Delia, keeping fit, are we?

Oh, I think the marathon's out this
year.

I get tired just watching it. Well, I
think you ought to take more exercise,

Harry. Build you up.

I'll settle for what God's given me.
Thanks very much. And so will I, my

but I can't help feeling...

But he's been a bit overgenerous for the
old arthritis.

Oh, by the way, would you, Paul?

Yes, it is all quite freshly made.

You're looking very good, Delia.

Fibber.

Now, tell me, have you had a chance to
see him yet?

Oh, yes, the Reverend Jedediah. He just
puts on a good show.

I've heard.

Look, Delia, are you sure about this?
What?

Well, I mean, I'm very happy to take
you, but I must admit I'm a bit

I mean, he's not really your scene.

Now, let me ask you something.

When was the last time that you went to
church?

Um... Well, I can tell you, my dear,
that nothing's changed.

Well, how can I put it? We have a small
congregation.

We have a nice vicar who preaches nice
sermons, but there's no passion.

There was a bit of passion last night.

Well, can't you understand, Harry?

That's what makes the Reverend
Marshall's kind of religion so exciting.

He makes the service come alive.

I was just walking down the street.

Oh, Mrs. Marshall.

Mr. Boone.

Sorry about that. I didn't know it was
plugged in. Oh, that's all right. Don't

stop. That was, uh, very different.

Well, that's all I know.

Do I did it? Well, just the intro to Do
I Did It. I'll carry you through most of

the song anyway.

You want to give it another try?

No, you don't deserve that.

Anyway, it's supposed to be the devil's
music, isn't it?

We don't all think we're putting our
souls on the line by listening to

pop music.

I take your point.

Does your husband think like that?

Not exactly.

What can I do for you, Mr Boone?

Well, your husband's hired me to try and
find out who's behind these pranks.

Yes.

Well, he thinks someone's trying to
discredit him.

A woman takes the clothes off in the
middle of a Christian service. That's

exactly a reference, is it?

But don't you think it could be just a
prank?

It could be.

This TV job your husband's after, what
do you think about that?

About what?

Well, working over here.

Living here.

You're getting personal, Mr. Boone.

Yes, you're right. Sorry.

Mrs Marshall?

Jolene.

What do you mean, upset?

She just seemed distant, that's all.

Well, Marshall's under a lot of
pressure. I mean, it's bound to rub off.

Blimey, what do you do with this? Wear
it on your belt, or does it come with a

trolley? Joe's father bought it for her.

Never sees her, mind you.

Defends the thing. Lucky Joe.

Lucky us, actually. She's already got
one, so she gave it to me.

Generous. In exchange for 20 quid. She
wanted a Walkman.

Right, I must be off.

Ken, can you look after that cable
station?

Yeah. I want to do some research.

What into?

Evangelism.

There's a chap I ran across a few years
ago on a job called Paul Fabricius. He

works up at the theological department
at the university, so I thought I'd pick

his brain, you never know.

Bit of a long shot, innit?

The Lord helps those that help
themselves, Ken.

Yeah. Hey, the stripper.

She'd be worth talking to if we could
find her.

What we need is someone with their
finger on the pulse of the city's

How's it going?

Ken Boone. I see Mr. Allsop. He's
expecting me.

National health or private?

I don't know, just a nurse.

No, me mate's having a stag night. I
just wondered if he could lay on a bit

entertainment night.

No.

No.

What?

The flaming horn, what's that?

It does what?

We'd like to flow it.

But what really marks the Pentecostals
out is their emphasis on the gifts of

Holy Spirit, like speaking in tongues
and, of course, miracle cures.

Oh, it's funny you were to go to a faith
healer and thought you were cured and

then got home and found you weren't.

You'd be pretty angry, wouldn't you?

A tad disappointed.

You think that's behind Judge Marshall's
troubles, a disaffected punter?

It's possible, isn't it?

It's just as likely one of his own lot.

What, you mean office politics?

We've enough of it in this department.

My only attempt at miracles is trying to
balance a budget.

Besides, Marshall was hardly universally
liked.

How do you know that, Paul?

Oh, we get mature students from the
States from time to time.

One or two from his own church.

I don't suppose you remember any of
their names, do you?

Sorry, not one.

Admissions, well.

Stag party.

Lunchtime.

Beats the usual pie in a pint, I
suppose.

You've been around.

We haven't decided.

But what's happening to my client may
have something to do with it.

In what way?

Maybe somebody else is after the job.

What do you think they're up for, an
Oscar?

Mr. Byrne, do you know what this
religious slop actually is?

No. We're talking about a few minutes a
day.

We're talking about what they used to
call the epilogue, going out in the

morning. We're talking about a tiny slop
between the feature films and the

cookery tips.

Blink and you'll miss it.

Well, why bother?

Well, it's an important presence in our
schedules.

It shows we're serious about religion.

Yeah, but... Look, no one's going to
become famous.

People do not kill for this kind of
exposure.

So, there's only two to choose from.

Yep. A short list of two.

And now, Mr Boone, I'm sorry I cannot
divulge who the competition is.

G'day.

You still here?

Yeah. Are you all right? I'm fine,
thanks.

Are you OK? Yeah, fine.

Well, thanks for helping with that lot.

Who are you?

I'm a private detective.

What's so funny?

Nothing. It's just, um, original.

So, what do you want?

Well, I want to ask you a couple of
questions.

Go on. About last night at the Plaza
Suite.

What about it?

That's what it was, you.

How did you find me?

Well, do you know, there are ten
strippergram agencies in Birmingham, and

found them all.

Clever boy.

What's his name?

Rocky.

Goodbye, Rocky.

Oi, wait a minute.

Can I give you a lift anywhere?

All right.

Where's your car?

Oh, well, it's not exactly a car.

Talking on the phone, talking on the
phone, on the phone with Jesus.

What's your name, sweet lady?

Heather.

Well,

welcome home to Jesus, Heather.

Hallelujah.

Lord, there's someone here who truly
needs your help.

Someone who's loved you for many, many
years.

Someone who wants your blessing. Oh,
Lord, someone who needs your blessing.

Lord, what is this?

Arthritis, Lord.

Yes, arthritis.

What is your name, sweet lady?

Delia.

Delia.

Do you believe in the power of the Lord?
I know you do. Oh, I know

you do.

Walk, Medea.

Come with me.

Come on.

I'm down.

That's right.

Lord, I can feel the power.

Glory, glory, glory.

It's time, Delia.

Your suffering is over.

In the name of Jesus.

Let this woman be.

Oh, hallelujah.

Hallelujah. Thank you, Lord. Thank you.
Thank you for healing this woman.

Your poor servant, dear you. You don't
need this number, dear you. You don't

need this. You got the power of the Lord
to lead on.

Come on, dear you. Show them you
believe. Come on, dear you. Don't let

down. Come on, Delia. Take a few steps.
Take a few steps and make that old devil

mad.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah. Hallelujah.

So,

well, you do quite well at your game,
then.

Call it a game, Rocky. It has
connotation.

Sorry, I just meant, you know, that it
paid well.

Oh, I told you that.

I'm lucky to get 30 quid for a stripper
grant.

Well, do you like it?

It's a job.

Do you like yours?

No, I don't.

Why?

Well, for a start, I don't have to take
my clothes off.

Well, perhaps you ought to think about
it. It's a big demand, isn't it?

Don't tell me.

You ever heard of a bloke called the
Flaming Horse? I saw him perform once.

He used to sing A Good Life during his
act.

Don't think he's doing the circuit any
more, then.

Why not?

Had an accident, I heard.

Oh, blimey.

Oh, oh, thanks.

That's good, that. Thank you. You paid
for it.

No, no, I'll just put it down to
expenses.

Very good at what you do, aren't you?

Haven't asked me once tonight about that
job in the plough, then.

Oh, yeah.

I just thought you didn't want to talk
about it.

I must have, eh, really.

Spirit of the South.

Oh, hello. I wonder if you could help
me.

My name's Mrs Margaret Boone.

Yes, I'm calling from Stratford -upon
-Avon in England.

My husband's a vicar here.

The Reverend Kenneth Boone.

No, I'm sorry.

Foolish of me to think you would,
really.

Yes, the reason I'm calling is that my
husband's very anxious to have a little

reunion with some of your people he met
on a university course three years ago.

Yes, I have.

Jimmy Daniels, Andy Barr, and this one
was on a scholarship, Luke Hennessy.

Hennessy, that's right.

He's living where?

Henley and Arden?

Hennessy defrocked him, or whatever they
call it.

Oh, don't tell me. Let me guess.

No, it was nothing like that.

They had a TV show, and he wasn't
getting the ratings. Nobody wanted to

him, so they fired him.

Does Hennessy still blame the Reverend
Jedediah? For taking over from him?

Well, if he's the opposition for the
British TV slot... That's quite a

Yeah, but if he is, there's no reason
why he shouldn't want to novel the

Reverend, is there?

Yeah, but... But what?

What? I mean, come on, these people. Do
you

find her then?

Yeah.

What did she say?

Nothing, really.

Rocky? Well, not a lot. Just that the
blokes who eyed her were a couple of

Welshmen. And?

Well, she doesn't know who.

Just a couple of blokes she met in a pub
where she was working.

Rocky, what good is that?

Well, it narrows it down a bit.

Oh, I am sorry.

I never thought of that.

Well, we've got a couple of Welshmen, a
stripper and a defrocked evangelist.

Sounds like a bad joke to me. Shall we
go to Henley and Arden? There is this as

well. Great. I knew he wouldn't let us
down.

Vegetable curry, special noodles, egg...
Rocky?

It's expenses, Ken.

A business meal.

It's perfectly legitimate.

Yes? Mr. Hennethy?

Yes?

Sorry to trouble you. My name's Margaret
Daly, and this is my partner, Ken

Boone. Uh, thank you, Miss Daly. I have
all the insurance I need.

We're private investigators.

Hired by the Reverend Jedediah Marshall.

I wonder, would you mind answering a few
questions?

Well, I guess you all better come on in,
then.

We've got nothing to hide.

Mr. Hennessy and I have been friends
from way back.

Just friends?

That remark is unworthy of you, Miss
Daly.

You're a guest in my house, Miss Daly.
Behave like one, please.

Your relationship, whatever it is, has
nothing to do with us.

Unless, that is, it has a bearing on
some of the things that have been

to your husband.

She has no call to explain herself to
you, and neither do I.

No, Mr. Hennessy, you do not.

But I have to explain myself to the
Reverend Marshal.

Now, we know someone's been getting at
him.

We know that you were thrown out of the
church in Alabama and replaced by the

Reverend Marshall.

We know there's no love lost between the
two of you.

And when we finally track you down, Mr
Hennessy, we find not only

a framed photograph of the Reverend's
wife here on your mantelpiece, but the

lady herself here in your front room.

Now, what sort of explanation do you
think that suggests?

Now I've had just about enough of this.

Luke, it's all right.

Before I married Jedediah, Luke and me
were friends.

That's all we were.

So, you had nothing to do with hiring
that stripper the other night.

Oh, please, look.

I don't mind saying that when I got
fired, I felt a heap of bitterness.

But that's past now.

Besides, they only stopped me being a
preacher. They didn't force me out of

church. I quit the Spirit of the South
because of the way it was going.

Luke. It's got to be said, Jolene.

The Spirit of the South was in big
trouble.

They had no money coming in to speak of,
and they had to do something quick or

fold up.

So they went for broke.

They went for showbiz.

Showbiz? Yeah, you've seen it. All that
faith -healing stuff.

Now, I ain't saying that Jed Marshall
don't believe it himself.

But he might just as well be handing out
bottles of snake oil for all the good

it does.

One last thing.

Did you know Reverend Marshall had been
shortlisted for a TV slot in his

country? Yes, sir, I did.

And I sure got a hand at the Lee.

Lee? Yeah, he's the fellow that hangs
around Jed wherever he goes.

He's, uh, agent, advisor, valet, for all
I know.

You want to know who put all that faith
-healing stuff into Jed's brain, don't

have to look any further in late.

Thank you very much for your time, Mr.
Hennessy, and, uh, we're really sorry

about intruding.

Joe, see you. Bye.

Now what?

We do what we always do.

We write a report and let the client
decide.

But why a doctor?

I feel marvellous. Never better.

Well, they can do tests, can't they? And
you can't argue with an X -ray.

And you can't argue with how I feel.

Oh, Harry, there's so much I want to do
now that I can get about again.

Weekends away, day trips, see the
grandchildren.

Please be happy for me.

I'm making a donation to the Reverend
Marshal.

Oh, no, Delia, you mustn't.

Because that's how they make their
money, is from... Silly old women like

That's what you were going to say,
weren't you?

Delia. Now, Harry, you've been very good
to me, and you mean well.

But can't you see how happy I am?

Can't you just accept that?

Rocky, it's Ken.

Get yourself over to the plaza suite. I
want some documents taken over to the

Reverend Marshall at his hotel.

Quick as you can, mate, all right? I
want to catch him before tonight's show.

Over.

Ken, I've got to rush off. I promised Jo
and her boyfriend I'd cook supper for

them tonight and I haven't even done the
shopping yet.

All right, I'll take care of it.

Mrs Marshall.

Oh, I'm sorry.

If you're busy, I can come back.

No, no, it's fine. I was just going, but
I'm sure Mr Boone will be able to look

after you. Sure.

Take your seat.

Thank you.

Right, I'll be off then, Ken, see you
tomorrow.

Mrs Marshall?

Goodbye.

So, what can I do for you? I want to
know what happens next.

Well, we hand our report over to your
husband.

He is our client.

Are you going to tell him about Luke?

We have to present all the facts.

What's the point?

Don't you believe, Luke?

Well, I believe it. We both do. But your
husband's paying us to tell him what we

find out.

It's ethics.

It's what?

We have to do what's right.

Right for who?

For me?

For Jed, when he finds out I've been to
see Luke, he won't understand.

So who gains?

I'm sorry, Mrs Marshall. I'm not making
any judgment.

We must give the facts.

I was wrong about you.

Colin.

Oi!

Sorry, mate.

What kept you?

What's up with you?

Nothing. Here you are.

Holiday Inn.

Cash or account?

What?

How are you going to pay?

Rocky? Ken?

BDI is my worst customer.

Even when you do stump up, it's normally
months late.

I've created a monster.

All right, we open an account.

So let's get it delivered.

Brilliant. And, Ken, take it easy out
there, will you? Those blokes in the air

conditioning, they'd have killed me just
now.

Yes, that's fine.

Thanks. Bye.

Linda, did Harry ask anyone to fix the
air conditioning?

Is something the matter with it?

No, forget it.

Hello, please.

You all right, lads?

All fixed now, no problem?

What was wrong with it?

Oh, nothing much. Still, all working
properly now?

Yeah, but what was wrong with it?

It's technical fee, hard to explain to a
layman.

Try me.

Who called you?

What's it to you?

What's his name?

Mike. John.

John. Mike.

You know who called me?

The Reverend Jedediah Marshall.

Well, I'd follow that van.

Don't suck on me, man.

This is the house of God.

How dare you behave like football
hooligans in my church?

What are you doing here?

And who are these men?

Do you know these two?

I do. They are my brothers.

But I do not know you.

Well, explanations all round, don't you
think, boys?

You were going to do what?

Well, it was Gareth's idea. Oh, that's
lovely, isn't it? Blame me.

I can't believe I'm hearing this.

Stink bombs in the air conditioning.

When are they going to go off?

That was the clever part, see?

We left this house brick propped over
them so that when the fan came on, the

vibration would dislodge it.

He's proud of it, Ken.

Cheeky sod. Mr Crawford, please,
remember where you are.

We did it for you, Kledwin.

We wanted you to be somebody.

Not for my... Itinerant. Thank you.

Itinerant minister with oars in his
socks.

A man of influence.

Mum would have been so proud.

So that's what this is all about.

You and the Reverend Marshal.

He's your opposition. You're both up for
the same slot.

So I understand.

May God forgive me for ever telling
these two.

Thanks to you, that charlatan couldn't
have earned more sympathy.

Congratulations. You've got him the job.

Glad we're... Glad we're nothing.

The pair of you can now take full
responsibility for inflicting him on

seeking the Lord's word on television.

Well, he hasn't got the job yet, has he?
Well, you don't think I can accept it

now, even if they were to offer it to
me?

Well, Mr Crawford, you have my apologies
for any disruption or damage caused to

your premises.

I ask you to believe that I knew nothing
of it.

What now, Mr Boone?

Hmm? Police?

Well, that's up to the Reverend Marshal.
I doubt whether he wants them involved,

but he wants that stopped.

Well, I am with him on that.

There is a purpose in everything God
does, Mr. Boone.

The way he chose to give me two cretins
for brothers is not immediately clear.

I'm off, Harry.

I'm going to find Mark to see if he's
read that report I sent him. Oh, OK.

And thanks, Mr. Pritchard.

And do us all a favour, would you?

Send our two lunatics back to the
valley.

Hi.

What do you want?

Is your husband here?

His next hour with Lee.

Has he read my report?

Of course he has.

How could you?

What's happened?

Luke's been attacked.

What?

He says he's okay. I haven't seen him
yet.

Jolene.

Jed, please. Would you leave us,
darling? I'll be with you in a minute.

Well, what can I do for you, Mr. Boone?

I'd take it you've read my report.

Yes, I did, and I want to thank you. It
was a fine piece of work.

And you would have noticed that we
didn't think Luke was involved.

I think you said you weren't sure he was
involved.

Well, I know he wasn't. I can prove it.
It was a couple of idiots trying to do

their brother a favour.

What are you talking about?

Well, your competition for the TV slot.

A Welsh Baptist minister.

His family thought if they made you look
stupid, then he'd get the job.

Well, it's all in my next report.

Take what action you'd like.

What legal action they like.

Excuse me?

This evening, Luke was attacked and
beaten. But you wouldn't know anything

that, would you?

I resent that.

Not half as much as he did, I imagine.

Audit should happen so soon after we
gave you his name.

I'm going to tell you this just once,
Mr. Boone.

Lee here was nowhere near Mr. Hennessy
when he was attacked.

Because I gave him no such order.

I trust this man with my life.

I have no feelings for Mr. Hennessey.

Hope the Lord will forgive him my
weakness.

I am sorry to hear it was attacked.

But I guess these are violent times
we're living in.

Anyway, thank you.

Now let's get this right.

You're saying that if a sick person
believes strongly enough that she'll get

better, she will.

Oh, no.

Delia isn't cured.

She's just feeling less pain.

Oh, beyond me, too, yes.

Endorphins. What?

Oh, I forget what they're called. Just
accept that inside every human body is a

homegrown store of pain -killing
chemicals which can have the same effect

I were to give you an injection.

Now, let me finish.

This isn't crank medicine, Harry.

It's a fact.

One looks so sceptical.

Just imagine what she's going through.
She's standing up there in front of this

crowd of people, maybe in a spotlight,
and there's this man in front of her

crying out that through him the Lord is
going to cure her.

It's drama, Harry. And she wants to
believe him so badly.

Just imagine the turmoil inside her and
how this could trigger these changes

I've been talking about.

What do I do?

Why do you want to do anything?

Well, she's talking about going on
outings, visiting relatives, getting

and all.

Won't that be a bit risky for her?

The only thing that prevented her
getting about before was the pain.

If that's gone, let her enjoy her new
life while she can.

Will it last?

I doubt.

Oh!

Oh, no!

One, two, three.

Mary had a little lamb.

Can you hear me, Reverend?

Yeah, loud and clear.

Okay for you?

Hello, Delia.

What is it?

Oh, leave it, leave it.

Are you trying to be helpful, Delia? Why
can't you leave me alone?

I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me.

It's only a social call, Delia. No
offence. Well, I take offence. I've seen

Harry twice in the last three years and
then suddenly he's round every day.

I had arthritis then, but was he
concerned?

Delia! Oh, stop it, Harry, the pair of
you.

Well, every time I see you now, you
treat me like a doltish old woman who

to be carted away to hospital.

Well, I'm worried about you. You don't
look well.

Oh, go, please, go.

Hey. Here, let me help you. Oh, thank
you.

That's kind.

What's the problem?

Oh, ankle ligaments.

Accident at work.

I've been laid off. Gee, that's tough.

We've been to see Delia.

She's in a terrible state, but you won't
admit it. This nonsense ends now. Ken?

Up to their usual tricks.

A man with a leg injury.

Well, somebody's got to stop him. I
don't like this.

I know.

It's all fat.

Do you want?

Middle -aged man with a busted ankle?

He needs your help, Reverend.

to his ankle.

We're going to set it right.

Aren't we, sir?

Yeah.

I'm talking to you, sir.

The Lord knows who you are.

And he's told me where you are.

You need some help, sir?

Oh, yeah.

You got it.

want to disturb the reverend do we when
we pray together we are not alone

because i can feel right now i can feel
right here in this hall very close

you're finished reverend the show's over
now wrap it up and go

home now get out of my life and get out
of my friend's lives we've got you on

tape mate and if you don't do as i say

And our tabloids would make you tremble.

Yes,

my friend.

I can feel the presence of the Lord.

Help us, friends.

Sing with us. Sing with us to help this
poor brother of ours.

What a friend we have in Jesus. Join us
in the selection. What a friend we have

in Jesus.

It's all in the good book.

He that diggeth the pit shall fall into
it.

What a friend we have in Jesus.

All our sins and griefs to bear.

No disrespect, Reverend, but I hope
never to clap eyes on your two brothers

again. They came to apologise to the
Reverend Marshall, except I can't find

anywhere. Has he gone already?

No idea, Reverend.

Reverend Pittard?

Yes? My name's Derek Wallace. I'm with
Second City Cable.

Oh, come to see your new man, have you?

Well, I've come to inform Reverend
Marshall of our decision.

Well, they say like attracts like.

Sorry?

We're show business fighting with show
business, isn't it?

Not exactly, no.

Well, actually, I see no reason why you
shouldn't know now. You'd have heard

tomorrow anyway.

We'd like to offer you the job.

Fabulous, Cladwyn. Oh, go on, Cladwyn.

Oh, well, it's not right, you see. I
mean... Cladwyn!

So, one problem solved?

No.

The only one we can't solve is Delia.

What about her?

I'll be there when she needs me. I can
do no more.

We're out there, Barry. This one's for
you.

One of my own haystack faves.

Blasphemy Lord, I got Satan in my Levi.

It was worse for Marshall.

How's that?

He had Boone in his earpiece.