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There you are.
Come on.

Chop, chop.

- Liquorice.
- So, first date.

All ready for dinner with
Minxie Meg, the librarian?

I would be if I wasn't
on the phone to you.

What's on the menu?

For starters, I've made
chicken liver pate.

Let me stop you there.

- Chicken liver?
- It's quick.

It's tasty.

It's the liver
of a chicken, Alphy.

And offal
doesn't say romance?

What's
the main course? Tripe?

You really aren't
helping my nerves here, Geordie.

You've got nothing
to worry about.

What if she
hates the dog

or I give her food poisoning?

Well, you've got those
things to worry about, sure.

Alphy.

You're delightful
and she's delightful.

- Don't overthink it.
- Don't overthink it.

- I can do that.
- And the flowers?

Flowers?

Have you got flowers?

Should I have flowers?

The boy's an amateur.

Sorry.

Oh, I say, what a to-do,
what a to-do, what a to-do.

Oh, I...

Oh, I say, what a to-do,
what a to-do, what a to-do.

Do it again, David.

- He's such a card.
- Go on, David, show him.

It's hilarious.

What are you doing?

We were watching that.

Don't happen to think
it's very funny, that's all.

- Hello?
- Boss?

Sorry to call you on
your night off.

Boss?

I'm here.

What is it, Larry?

What do we think?

She's the bishop's daughter.

God forbid she sees my clavicle.

This could be the future
Mrs Kottaram.

Whoa, whoa. Let's not get ahead
of ourselves.

One error could ruin
your entire future.

Oh, well, that's put me at ease.
Thank you.

- You want me to go, don't you?
- Very much so, yes.

I'll get it.

- Miss Grey.
- Mrs Chapman.

- She's just leaving.
- Aren't you looking smashing?

- Doesn't she look smashing?
- Love to Jack, Mrs C.

He's been a bag of nerves
all day, bless him.

- All a fluster.
- Not really.

Liar.

Do you like slow gin?

I can't say I've ever tried it.

I'll get out my special batch.

Usually only comes out
at funerals.

Oh, that funeral
can be arranged.

Have fun.

Not too much fun.

You do, by the way.

Do what?

Look smashing.

Thank you.

Likewise.

Alphy, can we make a pact?

- Sure.
- That if this evening

- doesn't work out...
- If we run out of things to say.

- Or I insult your cooking.
- Or we disagree on politics.

- Or there's just...
- Absolutely no spark.

Then we shake hands
and part on good terms.

Maybe meet for a coffee
once in a while?

That's not going to happen.

No?

I can't stand coffee.

What time did you
last see her alive?

Wakey, wakey.

Drunk as a skunk.

Why does it always have
to be Saturday night?

Do you know what Saturday night
should be, Larry?

- Steak and onions?
- Steak and onions.

Stab wound.

Narrow blade by the looks of it.

Mrs Tassel
ran the place.

- Mrs Tassel?
- Of Tassel Strip Club.

- The club isn't named after her.
- Isn't it?

Have you never been
to a strip club, Larry?

The whole thing makes me feel
a bit queasy, if I'm honest.

I can explain it to him
if you want.

No, not necessary, Miss...

Kitty. But you can call me
whatever you like, sweetheart.

Kitty'll do.

- Where's the cash?
- Should be in that box.

Stanley
here's the doorman.

Doorman, barman,
general dog's body.

- Busy night?
- Yeah, should be a good 50 quid

in there.

Some bugger's nicked it.

- So she's sitting here?
- Watching Joan give her Salome.

That one's lost on me, too.

Midway through,
she just slumped.

Girls thought she'd had
one too many.

She always has one too many.

- No-one stabbed her?
- No-one touched her.

She just...

Like a great big
sack of potatoes.

- Where were you?
- Upstairs, on the door.

I want all these fellas
interviewed.

- Any other girls?
- Joan.

- I'll want to talk to her, too.
- You'll have a hard job of that.

She left with the vicar.

The vicar?

You wait there for me.
Follow me, sir.

Mind your head.

Thank you, handsome.

Sneaky Pete's.

- Know where it is?
- Down by the river.

Maybe there's a bit of rivalry
going on.

What do you reckon?

Sneaky Pete's bumping off
the competition?

Get down there,
see what you can find.

Oh, and get uniform
on the lookout

- for a stripper and a vicar.
- Shouldn't be too hard to find.

Kitty!

Make that two strippers
and a vicar.

Bon appetit.

It's more edible than it looks.

I'm not going to make love
to you.

I'm sorry?

I just want to get that
out of the way

so that there isn't
any expectation.

There aren't any expectations.

So the candlelight
and the flowers?

- The flowers weren't my idea.
- Just feels a bit wooey.

- Wooey?
- I just don't want you expecting

we'll go straight to
the main course, as it were.

All I was expecting was some
good conversation.

- Not even a bit of kissing?
- Well, I didn't like to presume.

Glad to hear it.

Yoo-hoo! Only me!

I'll be right back.

- I couldn't leave.
- Yes, you could.

Just found these two wandering
in the churchyard.

If he calls me poppet once,
I will not be responsible

for my actions.

Everything's
going to be fine.

David?

Alphy, my boy.

- How are we?
- Busy, as it happens.

This is Joan,
the Reverend's niece.

- Your niece.
- Apparently so.

- Joan, Alphy. It's a pleasure.
- Pleasure's all mine, darling.

- Is the study free?
- Now is really not a good time.

I wouldn't be asking
if it wasn't of vital

clerical importance.

Can't you go to the bishop?

No. No.

He cannot know about
any of this.

I don't mean to be alarmist,
but you've cremated the toast.

Mr Lane.

David, you know Miss Grey,
the bishop's daughter?

Of course.

The bishop's daughter.

Well, this is, erm...

This really is, erm...

Isn't it just?

Alphy, I know we haven't
always seen eye to eye,

but I really need your help.

Do you mind?

Who am I to get in the way
of vital clerical importance?

How do you feel about
burnt toast?

- Quite partial as it happens.
- Marvellous.

- Shall we?
- Can I take your coat, miss?

Probably best if you don't.

- With regard to my niece...
- David, we both know

she's not your niece.

The thing is,
she's in a touch of bother.

The kind that requires
sanctuary.

Technically, that only applies
to the church.

Yes, we tried the church.
It was locked.

What are you seeking sanctuary
from, exactly?

Well, in a roundabout way,
it's all to do with King Herod.

Alphy!

Visitor!

Is the vicar here?

- Which one?
- David.

He'll do, though.

- Hello, handsome.
- Hello.

He said he'd be in the church,
but it's locked.

- Ah, another niece.
- Oh, no.

I'm here because of the murder.

How'd you find me?

- Bike. Car.
- Who's he calling a bike?

- We followed you, Kit.
- Oh.

I think I'd better come in.

I think you'd better.

Is now a good time?

Well, it depends on
your definition of good.

Daniel and I have had the most
dreadful argument.

I said he's been away
far too long.

He called me self-centred. Me.

I'm not the one who thinks
the world revolves around him.

I'm not the one who acts
like no one else exists.

Leonard.

Oh.

Hello.

Well, this looks...

Do you know, I'm not actually
sure what this looks like.

It's a copper, two vicars,
two strippers.

You're strippers?

I prefer carnal artiste.

I'm just here for the food.

Well, I should probably just go.

No, stay, why don't you?

Yeah, stay, why don't you?

This is nice.

Hello, handsome.

Everyone who witnessed
a murder today, hands up.

Right, you lot. Statements.
Starting with you.

Geordie.

I'm on a date.

Correction, you were on a date.

You're not leaving, are you?

I'm a librarian.

A librarian who is also
a bishop's daughter.

- Not your usual dinner guests.
- It's not the girls I object to.

It's that horrid little man,
Reverend Lane.

Yeah, well, I nearly punched him
once, so...

I don't usually advocate
violence, but in his case...

Stay. Please.

There's crumble.

I do love crumble.

It will be just the two of us
soon, I promise.

Anyone hungry?

He's made my famous coq au vin.

Rather partial to
a coq au vin myself.

Aren't we all, darling?

Leonard,
you get the plates.

Just the two of us, you say.

Alphy!

I'll be right back.

Truth time, Reverend.

Which one?

You.

What were you doing
at the strip club?

One might ask what you're doing,
cavorting with

the bishop's daughter.

I don't think the two are
morally equivalent, David.

I minister to the girls.

Stanley says you help them
with their artistry.

Well, they needed direction.

Before I stepped in,
Kitty looked like

she was hurling grenades
at enemy lines.

Come on, David.
This isn't about artistry.

Jesus befriended the destitute,
the tax collectors,

the prostitutes.

I am just following
his fine example.

Funny.

He didn't choose to hang about
down the tax office.

These girls are troubled.

They're drunks.

They're also, I'm not sure
if you've noticed,

cavorting about in
their birthday suits.

It's all very tasteful.

They keep their harvest
festivals firmly on.

- Their what?
- Their drawers.

I call them
their harvest festivals

because all is safely
gathered in.

- The woman who died?
- Madam.

You saw
what happened to her?

Yes.

- So what happened?
- I have absolutely no idea.

- Well, she just slumped.
- No one went near her.

- Nobody touched her.
- She just carked it.

Right there in the back row.

Sounds like a heart attack
to me.

- Or a brain aneurysm.
- Well, either that or whatever

stabbed her in the back
of the neck.

- Aneurysm? Aren't you clever?
- You're a nice cup of tea, Kit.

- Oh.
- How can you tell?

I just can.
It's innate, I reckon.

From birth.

So there was no sign
of a weapon?

- None.
- Like the hand of God took her.

In novels, it's always
an icicle.

The weapon just melts away.
Ingenious.

- So the Madam...
- Not the madam.

She's not a madam.
We're not on the game.

Cover your ears.

She just called herself Madam
because it sounded...

Classy?

I suppose it adds a bit
of je ne sais quoi.

Bien sur.

So she never forced you to go
with the customers?

Give them a few,

- you know, added extras.
- No.

No.

Not unless we wanted to,
of course.

So Madam was well liked?

Well, she wasn't
a saint or nothing,

but she wasn't all bad.

She was horrible
to you, Stanley.

There's no need to be kind.

She was as mean as
a rattlesnake, she was.

I was quite fond of her.

The customers,
on the other hand.

- Pigs, I imagine.
- That's men for you.

- Amen to that, darling.
- Amen.

Top up, anyone?

Stanley.

So you collect the entrance fee
when the punters arrive?

Well, VIPs get a green
raffle ticket.

Everybody else gets a plain one.

And what does being a VIP
get you?

Free drinks.

Chat with the girls.

Only way in and out
is the stairs.

That's right.

So everyone had to come
past you.

Do you have a guest list?

We're not the kind
of establishment where people

want to leave their names.

Of course not.
That would be far too easy.

What about David?
How often's he in?

Most nights.

- And he and Madam?
- Oh, got on a treat.

- He's a convivial chap.
- Convivial?

That's one word for it.

I didn't get much schooling
when I were a boy.

He takes the time
to sit with me.

Helps me read the paper.

Vicarage?

- Larry?
- Larry.

Thank you, Stanley.

Madam could be cruel,
but she gave this

lame old fool a job
when nobody else would, so...

What you got for me, Larry?

A few complaints about the club.

Loud music.
Drunks passed out on doorsteps.

But then there's this fella,
Sneaky Pete.

- The rival club owner.
- Larry, there is no Sneaky Pete.

No, there is.

Peter White.

Sneaky as they come, apparently.

Well, him and the madam had
a bit of argy-bargy recently.

And it's not the Madam,
it's... Oh, never mind.

What was the argument about?

What was the argument about?

- Decency, apparently.
- Decency?

Between two rival strip clubs?

Sneaky Pete's been stealing.

Stealing what?

Girls.

Just helping myself.
Hope you don't mind.

Kitty.

What's this about Sneaky Pete?

You were dancing
for him too.

And Madam was not happy
about it.

I dance in a lot of places.
There's no harm in that.

Gives you motive.

You kill Madam to escape her
evil clutches.

- With an icicle?
- That goes without saying.

I was behind the curtain
the entire time.

A good ten feet away.

You got a lot
of admirers, Kitty?

- A few.
- And the rest.

She's our little birthday cake,
aren't you, Kit?

- Everyone's had a piece.
- Joan!

I don't mind. It's the truth.

Any of those admirers
there last night?

- Well, yeah, obviously.
- The Reverend?

He follows her around
wherever she goes.

He's her knight
in shining armour.

Well, he's sweet, really.

I mean, a weirdo, but,
you know, still sweet.

Probably him what done it.

Is that your car?

Come on.

- If you move one inch, I will--
- Punch my lights out?

You've threatened me
once before.

Yeah? Well, this time I mean it.

I'd listen to him if I were you.

I am a sinner.

I have... impure thoughts.

Ones I try very hard
not to indulge.

Helping the girls, it, erm...

- Stops those impure thoughts?
- I offer them financial aid.

- I help with... with their...
- Artistry?

Absolutely.

And you never partake
of the wares?

I swear on my mother's grave.

Bollocks.

And what's about Kitty?

- I am very fond of her.
- Fond enough to kill for her?

I am a man of God.

What are you doing?

I've known too many men of God.

It's time we did this in
a more formal setting.

Please, I have a reputation
to uphold.

Says the fellow running around
with the strippers.

My calling is all I have.

Geordie, do we have
to make this so public?

He's the one making it public.

Sex, sex, sex.
This country is sex-mad.

What does that do for
the next generation, eh?

Hey, Larry.

Send the Black Maria.

Have you ever thought about
becoming a secretary?

- Or an usher at the theatre.
- Or a seamstress.

Good money in dresses.

More money out of them.

You're worth so much more
than this.

- Both of you.
- We know.

So there was no knife in sight?

- Nope.
- No one touched her.

- Nope.
- It's impossible.

I keep coming back
to the icicle.

Me too.

I can't help thinking
it does have something to do

with King Herod.

So you were on stage, Joan.

I was doing my dance
with the five veils.

- Seven veils, isn't it?
- I do it with five.

The fellas lose interest
otherwise.

Fair enough.

So...

Madam is here, say.

And I'm up here.

And where are you?

I had a ciggy,
if that's important.

You know what
we should do?

Do not say reconstruction.

All my theatrical training
has been leading to this moment.

- What theatrical training?
- I did the nativity.

It was a triumph.

It was very far from a triumph,
Leonard.

I was here.

Stanley?

My knees are giving me
a bit of jib, I'm afraid.

You take a seat,
Stanley, dear boy.

That's fine.

I'll play you.

This is a complete waste
of time.

Well, how far's
the Black Maria?

It's 20 minutes.

We need veils and chairs.

You fix the gins.

I'll get the tea towels.

Hmm.

Ooh. On a search for props.

We can call the whole thing off
if you'd rather.

Do what you like, Leonard.

When did you know?

Know what?

That you...

You know, you liked the fellas.

I think I've always known.

Deep down.

Ten years old?

Certainly by then.

And your parents?

Did they know?

My father, he always made it
clear I was a disappointment.

So...

Did you ever wear dresses?

Dresses?

I'm more of a sweater vest
kind of a chap.

Why on earth do you ask that?

I had a felon in today,
dressed up like my mother

on Christmas morning.

I couldn't get my head
around it.

That's all.

We'll make this quick,
I promise.

- Tea towels.
- Just as Salome danced.

With a map of the Isle of Wight.

How do? I'm Stanley.

Bad knees.
I'm getting into character.

Come on.

Has he been a bit tipsy
recently?

When?

All the time.

- No, he's fine, Mrs C.
- Tuppence.

Tuppence to see
the prettiest girls in town.

Welcome to Tassels,

Cambridge's finest
erotic establishment.

I take out my wallet.

Madam said to give me
the VIP treatment.

Oh, sorry, my line.

Give him the VIP treatment,
Stanley.

It just means free drinks.

Raffle ticket, free drinks.

On the house, Your Reverence.

And I went in.

Have a wonderful evening,
oh, me knees.

Good Lord.

Kitty was dancing.

Oh, do you want me to?

- No.
- Not necessary.

I take my seat,

say hello to Joan. Hello, hello.

Hello, David, looking ever
so handsome this evening.

Thank you.

Madam takes her place.

How are you, darlings?

I'm not even going to try.

And then me.

Christ on a bike.

Now, the reason
I keep mentioning King Herod

is that when Salome danced
for him,

he was enchanted by her so much
so that he killed a man.

St John the Baptist?

- Head on a platter.
- Could be a motive.

I'm sure our killer read
the Old Testament

- before he left the house.
- New Testament.

Cor, get 'em off.

Leonard told me to leer.

I did tell her to leer.

Where the hell's
that Black Maria?

Okay, so Joan's dancing.

Madam's at the table counting
the takings.

Stanley, where are you?

Back upstairs at the door.

I was still over here.

And then?

Ooh.

I went, "Madam. Madam."

I went, "The old cow's
corked it."

And that was that.

- Everyone left.
- Everyone left.

After doing our due diligence,
of course.

You were first out
the door, David.

Joan came back in
to get her clothes.

Couldn't leave in just
my smalls, could I?

And that was that.
We turned up on your doorstep.

- There's a big van outside.
- No, that didn't happen.

Not in real life.

I mean, there's
a big van outside.

Fun's over,
everyone in the van.

I'll find
your coats, ladies.

- Slump forward again.
- Me?

Yeah, just sit up
and then slump.

Geordie, where was the wound?

There.

Have you got a pen?

It's like playtime
with the bloody kids.

You are in a foul mood
this evening.

And you're wondering why?

Okay. Sit back.

There were no tears
through her clothing.

So she had to have been stabbed?

After she fell forward.

Joan went back to get
her clothes, you said.

She was no more
than ten seconds. Why?

- Wait here.
- Mmm.

They're all in for questioning.

Oh, have a seat here, Stanley.

Take the weight off
those poor old knees.

Thank you, David.

Joan, shall we?

- God will forgive you, my dear.
- Stuff your forgiveness, David.

Kitty can't stand you,
you know that.

Can't stand to even look at you.

- Coat.
- Please.

Where'd you get this from?

I won big on the horses.

It's the takings.

Which you stole when?

When I went back
to get my clothes.

- After she'd collapsed?
- I thought she was dead.

I thought, she can hardly
miss the money now.

Can't take it with you, can you?

But she opened her eyes.

So she wasn't dead.

Well, she wasn't,
and then she was.

Once you'd got to her.

I understand, Joan.

I understand how
these clubs work.

Tricked into it with the promise
of fame and fortune.

Got me pegged as
a little victim, haven't you?

I knew exactly what
I was getting into.

Dancing.

It means to an end for me.
Nothing more.

I have a husband.

A little boy.

I work and I go home.

I had no hard feelings
against her.

- I just--
- Stabbed her in cold blood.

I panicked.

And I'm sorry for it.

I really am.

Where will you go now?

I'm not so sure.

I'll find a new job.

I got my reading good now,
haven't I?

It's exemplary.

You'll be grand.

Do you think Madam's
going to hell?

Oh, absolutely.

I don't like to think of
her burning for all eternity.

Well, I see hell more
as a den of iniquity,

seething with devils
and temptresses.

Much like Tassels, then.

Yeah. Now you mention it, yeah.

There you are, fellas.

- Oh, you're a diamond.
- Stanley likes sugar.

- Two sugars.
- I don't want to be no bother.

It's not
a bother at all, is it?

It's what he's here for.

I'll fetch some now.

You'll be absolutely grand,
Stanley.

Absolutely grand.

Two sugars.
I'm not the bloody tea boy.

- You're what?
- Oh, nothing.

Postmortem's back
on your desk, boss.

Great.

Oh, couldn't get me a cup
of tea, could you, Larry?

Geordie Keating.

I want to report
a missing person.

My husband went to work
hours ago and didn't come back.

Oh, I'm sorry about that, Cathy.

The kids in bed?

Finally, thank God.

- How's David?
- Fine.

I wish you wouldn't be
so grumpy with him.

He was only larking about.

I don't like him watching
that nonsense.

- You watch it.
- It's not the point.

He's a shy little thing,
our David.

Barely get a word out of him
most days.

It was nice to see him
having fun.

We should be
encouraging him, Geordie.

You're not listening, are you?

And in three, two, one.

- I've got to go, love.
- I'm sorry.

Come on, Leonard.
Let's sit you down.

Everything's spinning.

All that acting takes it

out of you.

You are
a wonderful friend, Alphy.

So are you.

Oh.

This man is a wonderful man.

- Just the two of us, then?
- Just the two of us.

Good Lord.

I'm not sure even
he can help you.

Vicarage.

- Alphy.
- What now?

Try and sound a bit
more enthusiastic.

Joan stabbed Madam,

but that's not what
killed her.

Pathologist says the stab wound
was superficial.

So what did kill her?

Why did she slump to the table
in the first place?

Exactly.

Going back to the club,
you coming?

Go.

- You sure?
- I'm sure.

Will you still be here
when I get back?

Maybe.

We'll see.

I have it on good authority that
you're a wonderful man, so...

No rush. You take your time.

On my way.

Joan didn't kill her.

And if Joan didn't kill her,
it could be anyone.

It could be Sneaky Pete
for all we know.

- You're not listening, are you?
- No, I'm listening.

You're smitten.

Do you know, I think I might be,
but that's not what

- I'm thinking about.
- Sure.

What did Larry say?

About the club?
There'd been complaints.

Yeah, loud music.

Men passed out in doorways.

There was a fella sitting
right here.

He was passed out too.

What if that's the key
to all of it?

What, the drunk fella?

What if he wasn't just drunk?

What if there's more
to this than just booze?

Alphy,

- it's laudanum.
- You sure?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

Mix it with alcohol,
gives off a musky smell.

Someone gave Madam laudanum,
enough to kill her.

- Larry.
- Boss.

The drunken incompetent cases
from the club.

On your desk.

How many were there?

A dozen or so. All passed out.

All woke up missing
their valuables.

"I was in the club.

Next thing I remember, I woke up
in a doorway without my wallet."

"I was offered VIP treatment.

Free drinks and whatnot."

VIP treatment?

The green raffle tickets,
it marks the men out.

Those with a bit of cash
on them get green tickets.

Those are the punters who Madam
gives the laudanum.

They pass out, she robs them,
turns them out on the street.

The Reverend was offered
VIP treatment.

So why is he still
compos mentis?

Because David was kind to him.

Stan.

Stanley.

Sorry.

Sorry about that.

Madam was meaner than
a rattlesnake, Joan said.

She wasn't very kind to you,
was she?

The Reverend, on the other hand.

He showed you some kindness.

Helped you
with your reading.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Ah, you do, Stanley.

You know David gave you
the time of day.

Which is more than
most people do.

Was that what
pushed you over the edge?

He was kind to you
and she wanted you to drug him?

That doesn't seem right.

Rob a man who's only
shown us kindness.

VIP treatment
for the vicar, Stanley.

Very kind. Thank you.

Thank you.

And thank you.

She took advantage of him.

The girls.

I'd just stand and watch while
she broke Joan and Kitty down.

Degraded them.

Used them.

She used you too.

She made me feel
I was worthless.

Maybe I am.

No.

That's not true, Stanley.

I was tired of it.

Of her.

Of tricking all those
poor fellas.

It didn't feel right.

It didn't feel right in here.

So you drugged her.

A dose big enough to kill.

You know
the worst of it?

I don't feel an ounce
of remorse.

Promise me something, Inspector.

What's that?

Don't bring the girls into this.

They deserve a bit of happiness.

Lord knows they never had it
when she were alive.

Stanley.

Shall we?

Steady as she goes.

Thank you for
your hospitality, Vicar.

It was a pleasure, Stanley.

God bless you.

You must think me
a terrible buffoon.

I think you're as flawed
and complicated

as the rest of us.

I knew Kitty could never fall
for a man like me,

but I just...
allowed myself to indulge

in the fantasy for a while.

I don't know why.

- Perhaps you're lonely?
- No.

No, I have a very full life
with the church and...

And I never stop.

It's the life we chose,
I suppose.

Or that chose us.

Yeah.

It chose us, didn't it?

Rather lovely when you think
about it like that.

Hmm.

- Last one standing?
- Not quite.

You didn't need to clean up.

Well, it was a pleasant
distraction after the...

Lunacy of the evening?

It was quite mad, wasn't it?

I think that might be
understating it.

Learnt a few things, though.

Got some new dance moves
under my belt.

So educational, if nothing else.

Just the two of us, then?

Just the two of us.

That's my taxi.

Of course it is.

My mother always told me
it's polite to leave

after the arrests.

Quite right.

So?

So...

Well, we said we'd shake hands.

So there isn't going
to be a next time?

I'd like there to be
a next time.

I'd like there to be
a next time.

Just not sure how I'm going
to top tonight.

- Mmm, it's tricky.
- Mmm.

Cinema?

Perfect.

Oh, you might want
to check on Leonard.

He regaled me with a poem
about cheese

and then he was
a little bit sick.

Oh, dear.

Night, then.

Night.

Meg.

A poem about cheese.

It was actually very poignant.

I didn't make a fool of myself,
did I?

Not at all.

I think I made up
a poem for Meg.

About cheese.

Really?

She didn't mention anything.

And I was rude to Daniel.

Do you think he'll ever
forgive me?

Of course he will.

You really are
a wonderful friend, Alphy.

I'm sorry.

I'm a terrible liability,
aren't I?

Get some sleep, Leonard.

It'll all feel better
in the morning.