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How long's she gonna be staying?

- We'll find out. - Well, how long did you say?

Let's see.

See you later, Cathy. I get home at half three.

I'll show you around. Bye, Nana!

- Tessa's the mother I never asked for. - I'm starving in here.

And me mum's the kid I never deserved. Come on.

Here, to rinse our hands before breakfast. This one's yours.

We've got cereal, there's scrambled egg, bacon.

Or have both.

- I couldn't have both. - Have both.

Have what you want.

She wants both. Have both.

And the room's OK? Slept OK?

The room's massive. I slept like a log, thank you.

Ripped By mstoll

Excuse me. What are you doing?

MacLaren's taken over the Cathy Calvert case.

- We're not allowed near it any more. - Is he for real? Why?

Why do you think?

Because you moved Cathy Calvert into your spare room,

contaminating any prosecution if they decide we've a tainted witness.

How can he? She wouldn't be alive if it weren't for us.

I couldn't... no, I didn't drag her out of the river

just to put her in the system.

- Two for me, two for you. - Towels?

- So we don't have to use theirs. - Whose?

- That spa your mum got me signed up to. - Now?

- I've... I've tons of work piling up. - I've two vouchers. This is work.

Are you determined to sabotage my career?

- Cathy Calvert needed protecting. - There are agencies.

- Yeah, right. - Answer me this.

If you hadn't just lost your job to Joy Freers,

would you have taken that child under your wing?

Why, once you knew I'd walked away from Mervyn Manley's accident...

You chased a man under a bus.

Who we know for a fact had stabbed at least two...

If we'd known it for a fact, then he'd be in jail now, not tapioca.

- Nobody else knows about that. - Correct. Thanks to me.

Are we sure they don't speak English?

Joy deserves her position.

She still calls it going all the way and chews her nails.

People do.

Her false nails.

And if you got her on the cheap, Viv,

thinking I'll spend the rest of my career mopping up after her,

you've another think coming.

I love you whingeing about your future

when your present's going totally to shit.

They've really hurt her, Viv.

People do.

Oi!

Oh, so that's your game, is it?

For anyone on vouchers you make up your tips by tampering?

Well, here's a big tip for you, Aeroflot.

Wrong person, wrong place, wrong tree.

Try it again and I'll have 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? Couldn't fasten up your buttons or something?

We're meant to start a tournament at ten

and we've got people coming from as far as Chorlton to Bury, haven't we?

Right, come on, Cartman, let's see who you really are.

You OK, mate? Can you tell me your name?

Tell me your name.

- Jesus. - Are you OK? Can you hear me?

Tell me your name.

Roger that, Tango Patrol. Ambulance is on its way.

Oh, God. He's stopped breathing.

Joy, I'm sorry this happened

and I'll do anything to put right, but I'm not apologising for Cathy,

not to 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 angry with you. They're angry...

They're pissed off with MacLaren, the thieving, lanky wanker.

But do you know what saddens me most?

There's not been a Tuesday or a Thursday since I turned 25

that I've not slept round your house.

And I can't do that any more, can I? Not with Cathy as your new housemate.

- And you won't sleep round mine? - Not till you kill the cat.

Ma'am?

MacLaren wants one of us to report to him and his team of e-twats

and it won't be me for this reason.

I'd rather he had a go at you to see what he'd say if I'm not in the room.

- You see? - Course.

Get your shit together and get round there. And welcome to management.

Oh, you stupid cow! What have you done to us all?

No. No, you're moving.

To be honest, I wouldn't mind having a look meself.

Well, one of us can't... There, there, there.

Don't... Don't move. Don't dare move.

MacLaren is looking at Jocelyn Wade's client list.

No!

- Only me, ma'am. - Only.

Yeah, amber alert from the poisons unit.

Ooh, hello.

Stuart and Tegan accompanied a sudden death down at St Michael'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 mephedrone-ketamine reboot.

And something new they can't yet identify, ma'am.

If they've mutated mephedrone, we'll be cleaning up

middle-aged, middle-class shit off the streets till the next Olympics.

Well, the last one was a 19-year-old economics student at Manchester.

Take the address. Take Jonah with you to inform next of kin.

Hiya. There's a window right at the back of the ladies' toilets.

You'll be able to see much better,

although you've got to remove the automatic light bulb.

Is that the dead on arrival that Stuart and Tegan just called in?

Yeah, poor little sod. Nearly all his organs had started liquefying.

Ew! Enough! His mother's in reception.

I think she's trying to report him missing.

He'd gone out to score drugs.

The only time he borrowed the car was while I was at the gym

because I always had a drink after with the girls and got taxis home.

He always put it back exactly where and how I'd left it.

- Except the cab smelt of fresh weed. - Just weed?

His father 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 spoken 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. Thank you so much.

DC Kowalska will come with you to take a full statement.

I know it seems indecent, but we need the information now, yeah?

- Yeah. - God bless you.

Get the intelligence lads off Spotify and onto this.

I need a phone log cross-referencing urgently.

So the Down's killer case.

Where's Darren MacLaren leading us? Back to Jocelyn Wade's client list.

How do you know that?

Well, he thinks that's the most viable lead.

Utter expensive bollocks.

Jocelyn Wade's clients aren't suspects, they're just horny, twisted freaks.

We need to get inside Cathy Calvert's head. Get her to talk.

The minute she's fit to speak, I'll be listening.

- You have my word. - Do keep me posted.

Meanwhile there's a guy killing Down's 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, weed only usually,

but, in this case, he pilfered an unregistered parcel on his round

that, bingo, contained non-specific capsules.

- Going to which address? - He'd burnt the packaging.

Where was his round?

I forget, but it's not a toilet.

Um... Richmond Falls area.

Now, why am I looking at Sandy Street?

This is where we was asked to help on surveillance last November.

We were shouted down once they realised there was no explosives involved.

- They were definitely manufacturing. - Yeah, but just hydroponics and shit.

Hydroponics don't cause that.

If they've upped their game, so will we.

They've caught me on a full moon, so they won't know what's hit 'em.

Alright?

Is this you? Couldn't it wait till people had eaten?

It needed to wait until I was ready.

Sarge.

Ooh, ma'am, I think I've had an idea

that might get us back in the running on the Down's syndrome case.

It's a bit tricky and it relates to Cathy Calvert.

Given that Cathy's not talking and Dinah wouldn't let us try,

we need new ideas to get round...

- How much are you asking for? - 400.

Keep your idea to 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 they're making?

We've just got young Luke Hyatt's toxicology in

and it's looking like a transmutation of good old 4-methylmethcathinone...

It's souped-up M-CAT in other words.

They're a long way off cos this stuff's only half modified,

but still a neurotoxin that shuts down your immunity

till, well, till you drown in your own blood, basically.

Joseph Raphael of number 22.

Sounds foreign, but he's English as a muffin

and by reputation a very nasty little prick.

People who've messed with him haven't been seen since.

Angelina Costeros from 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 Costeros arrives back at number 24.

Wait for it.

Three minutes later she's at the upstairs window of number 22

with her baps out.

They're not shagging at all.

So we know the two houses are connected. We 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, ooh,

any imprisonable evidence,

some of which at least you will need in court.

And, trust me, if the button de 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 Freers.

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 it might be October?

Three...

Permission to show off, ma'am?

Spike.

OK, Angelina Costeros and Joseph Raphael both worked for PharmaDansk

at their UK laboratories in Kent.

Now, she was sacked for stealing class A 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 retires early on the grounds of mental debility.

A month after that he drops the charges and moves in with Costeros.

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 science brains behind it.

Look, if we can isolate Costeros and offer her a deal,

we've got a better chance of harvesting the evidence

and getting maximum sentences.

Hands up anybody here who thinks that separating Costeros and Raphael

is a dodgy move.

Hands down.

Hands up anybody who thinks that that level of risk...

is sexy.

Oh, fuck off. I gave you two quid not half an hour ago.

Angelina Costeros, I'm arresting you on suspicion of...

And we know from invoices why you've no small change,

cos you've 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.

Oh, fuck off.

How is Jonah being up there less conspicuous than me?

We're gonna have a patrol car pulling up for indecent 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 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 line manager at PharmaDansk.

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 is she on about?

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.

Sweetheart, the minute he knows I've turned evidence, I'm dead.

All we need is detailed intelligence on how that laboratory's 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? Currys?

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 waiting. I've just sectioned three in about an hour.

- Do you smoke? - While it's still allowed.

Cathy's not saying anything, but Deering's getting impatient.

I deeply admire what you've done for Cathy,

but I feel compelled to manipulate your influence on the girl.

So she's refused sedatives or drugs of any description.

I really need her to think about hypnosis.

Just tell her to get on the web, look up young patients' testimonies,

especially PTSD, especially rape,

and tell her that is the best form of treatment

if she needs to stay in charge.

So she was, was she? Actually raped?

Naturally she's gonna ask you to chaperone her to her first session.

Which I would. I would in a heartbeat.

No, you won't, you see, because she's never had a comfort blanket.

Don't give her one now.

Do you think rape's ambiguous

when the girl hasn't uncrossed her legs for 48 hours?

If you care about that girl, you bring her to me.

Non-talkers don't tend to last very long.

I'm statistically successful with hypnosis.

Looking half their age accelerates their trust.

But my mum's a cow and it's ageing me, so there's a window, Dinah, please.

Oi! You do realise this entire complex is supposed to be non-smoking?

Yeah, and that's a long-stay window, so you should've learned to shut it by now.

- Is that Dr Peep? - No, it's not.

Got a white Audi pulling up right below me.

And it's a corker. Worth more than the house.

Plus brunette, fit. White female, about 40.

Very fit, actually.

Audi, VRM: Victor Alfa India 3, Lima Kilo Echo.

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, toolkit.

Oh, dickhead! What have you done?

Fucking kidding me. What have you done? Look at the state of that!

What have you done, you useless prick?

What'd you leave it there for? I'll have your job away for this, you fat twat.

- I'm sorry, mate, it just fell down. - Look at that.

- Oh, my... - You can write to head office.

- Fucking idiot! - They can try and refund...

- Get off. - Take about six to eight weeks.

How's Cathy? How are you getting on?

Call you back, Mum.

- Thanks, sir. - Sir.

Well, what d'you expect from us all? Cartwheels?

He's gotta let people sleep on it, yourself included.

Meanwhile, we've landed a little corker.

Look at the footage. Read my notes. We'll present it to Doubtfire together.

Get you some Nectar points back maybe.

It's just a cat.

You're shivering. Come here, sweetheart.

If the gobby Jock is right, I've just pissed on me own chips. She won't budge.

Ma'am. Check out these fellas.

- Belonging 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 in to question next round. - I'll lead with the terms of the offer.

- You'll need to do what we're offering. - No. Dinah and Spike.

There'll be 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 a lawyer.

Make your language meaningful or fuck off yourself.

It's a bloke thing. It's a bloke thing.

I can see how he can't resist the real ones, you know what I mean?

What happened there? Did you Photoshop that? Let me see.

- Bastard! - Whoa, missus!

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.

The Audi pulls up. 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 motor's anything to go by.

Aw. Had he 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-mail parcel with a tiny amount of ingredients went missing.

We didn't circulate this shit. Why would we when it's not commercially ready?

There's an evacuation valve in the basement.

- We'll 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 at the front door, for obvious reasons.

It triggers a signal to the system to totally self-flush.

It's really, really fast.

- But you'll disable it. - Impossible.

Two PhDs and you can't take a battery out?

Oi! 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, Dinah.

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? - Hm-hmm.

Cathy, tonight, your session with Bo Peep...

Dr Peep.

Well, you know why I'm not coming into the session with you?

OK, look...

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 'em 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.

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.

Never seen him since.

Bet Magda blames you for that.

Very much so.

And I very much don't care.

Bo Peep, is that what you call her?

Knock, knock.

Oh, no, it's OK. It's only Spike.

Two minutes, mate. We're just doing the lippy. See you downstairs.

Yep.

I bought this for Cathy from me. I know she lost hers.

Joy. You didn't have 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? You're kidding.

Cos that's the opposite of what I've just promised her.

That's all good for you,

but while MacLaren is pointlessly raking in everything since Ian Brady

and you're throwing your arms round Cathy like an auntie...

- Whose idea was it? - Whoa.

Nothing is actually moving, and it really badly needs to, Dinah,

otherwise the guy that did that to them is going to walk, alright?

If she knew about this, she can fuck off an' all. I'll start teaching.

Shut up, Dinah, give me a sec. Yes, ma'am?

Yes, ma'am.

Yeah, ready for battle. We're on our way. Let's go.

Ah. About time. Is everything sorted? Yeah?

I've worked this out perfectly. I need tits and teeth up front.

- So you're going in first. - I'm what?

- With Joy. - What? Her? But you said it was me!

And learn your lines. I want you word perfect.

Cues, lines, performance. Shouldn't one of you two mention consequences to her?

Wow.

You know, I'm keeping this one.

Sorry, ladies. I need to fit you with... recording equipment.

- No. Stuart's already done ours. - With what?

Oh.

Where's Tatu? I need Tatu.

Girls. I'm guessing the honeymoon wasn't Lapland.

Nevada. Shooting range for automatics.

You're my hand-picked front line for this.

Yeah, we were honoured when we saw that on the command sheet, ma'am.

I know baptism of fire's a bit arse about face as a wedding present,

but don't let me down, girls.

Ma'am!

OK, listen up.

When Joy and Dinah get to the door, they'll be met by Angelina Costeros,

who takes advantage of the camouflage to slip us the hand-held 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? - Yes, ma'am.

I want the best performance you've got.

You take care in there, girls, eh?

OK, right.

You're alright. Make it 20.

Cheers.

Oh. You're not Jasmine.

Costeros is showing us her arse. Stand by for premature positions.

Party? Jasmine's party?

I wish it was. I'm having the night in with me wife and a movie.

Oh. Sorry to bother you.

Oh, shit. I've no signal.

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.

- Plan C, girls. - Sorry. Night.

Oh, my God!

Fuck me! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, look at my fingers!

You broke my fingers!

- Fuck's sake! Give me two secs. - We need towels!

I need to put the dogs away. They'll go berserk.

Come in. Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

Gobby bitch has come through for me. Who'd have believed that?

- Get some towels! - You know where they are.

- And clean that up before... - That's my wedding finger!

We're three fucking weeks away! I think I'm gonna faint!

Oh, God.

- Get the remote off him. - How? 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.

Ma'am, the eggs are in the basket.

Repeat, eggs are in the basket.

Yes!

Get in!

Armed police! Get your hands where we can see 'em

or we're blowing your brains out!

Get off!

Hey.

Subject one secure, ma'am.

No! Let me go! Fuck off!

Tatu, escort the prisoner in the ambulance for his own safety.

Pleasure, ma'am.

Thanks.

Orders from high command. We stay with the patient.

Watch out!

Everybody out now! Now!

Guys!

Guys! Guys!

What was that?

- Dinah? - Come on.

Get her down. Down, down, down.

Stuart, give me your comms.

- DI Deering to Control. - Is anyone else in there?

- Request medical backup. - Clear 'em out.

Yes, an emergency.

Mind your backs, please! Mind your backs, please!

Detective, there's no more staff to call out.

Have you seen what they're doing to each other in there or there?

It's not medical staff we're short of, it's physical help.

I understand what you're saying. Just give me a minute.

We've turned this place into a total fucking zoo.

Where's Tatu?

They were the most exposed apart from the prisoner,

but he's under armed guard, so we'll give him his day in court, ma'am.

- The girls did us all proud. - Yeah.

I wouldn't go in there if I was you.

- They're gonna be alright? - Oh, yeah.

It's just... whatever this turns out to be, it's got people a bit twisted.

Have you ever seen 2 Girls 1 Cup, ma'am?

Oh.

You, get in there. Help them nurses pin that pair down.

- Spike. - And watch your feet. It's slippy.

Well, that went well. Very well.

- This way, Inspector. - Thank you.

Forensics are estimating a two million street value.

I'm getting in the first vehicle with you, ma'am.

I've got like reports and files to ship.

How soon do you think my team can interview Cathy Calvert?

It's not a question I can answer. You took the case away from me.

Well, we're still on the same team, Viv.

And you've secured yourself a good future with all this.

Oh, not me.

No, it's Tatu who saved all our bacon, sir.

Tactical support team. They truly deserve a few good words from the top.

Pleasure. Where will I find them?

Second on the left.

- If you'll excuse me, I've got... - Yes.

Right...

Yeah, yeah, wanna do that.

Here we go.

I can't get this frigging band off.

No, 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? - It wasn't ket.

Ket's never done this to me before.

- Come and look at what we've... - She.

What I've made for you.

Oh, sweetheart, it was your session.

I'm sorry. That's not for public. I'm sorry.

She's absolutely twatted and 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...

And I think she really liked me an' all.

Wow.

What did you say to her?

- What happened? - You did.

I offered her the chance of a non-investigative session

as an induction into the process of clinical hypnosis

and she jabbered like a flightless bird.

I'm going past loads of shelves with tins and boxes.

- And is the cat still leading you? - Taking me.

And does the black cat have a collar?

Massive collar. Big as its face nearly.

So you're passing these shelves, with the tins and the boxes

and the mixed-up stuff.

Clever girl.

Repeat that, please, Cathy.

Clever girl.

- Clever girl for what? - Clever girl!

That sounds quite angry.

Are you in pain at all at this point, Cathy?

Everywhere hurts.

I thought he'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.

May I ask how such intimate material is suitable for open forum?

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 Dinah 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 every one of the rest of us to be listening to every word

that child so painfully donated.

Not sentimentally, and don't get bored of it or I'll kick your arses.

One word in a hundred just might mean something to us,

even if it doesn't to her yet, bless her.

We can't do it without Dinah.

Well, keep her name off the paperwork

and pray they still like her as much if and when this emerges as a trial.

You get the case back. Just catch this bastard, Viv.

Does anybody know a decent road from the Trafford Centre?

Missed you at the end of all that and I need a wee anyway.

Cathy. Dinah described you very well.

You're a little fighter, aren't you?

And how lucky are we lot, eh, knowing this lady?

I know.

We all need to know how to be good at that, don't we? Fighting back?

So...

Happy reading.

Me dad bought me a first edition of that when I were 12.

Within a week, a bloke came up behind me.

I wasn't a good eater in them days.

Wham, I caught him, straight in the sprouts with a bunch of bike keys.

Page 43. I still read that on holiday every year.

And I've signed it for you.

Shall we go and look at these upstairs?

Thank you.

You're something else, you are.

Me mam always said it like that when she was struggling for adjectives.

Thanks so much, Vivienne.

Yeah, but one adjective. One.

Never not...

surprising.

Bless you for that. I'll see you in the morn, bonny lass.