Speaker 1: Hello, listeners, how are you. I hope you're well and
enjoying our new monthly episode format. It's more in keeping
with the whole Till the moon rises again? The thing,
isn't it? Every month or nearly every month, there's a
new moon, and now with it a new episode of
Underwood and Flinch. Oh, I think it's really cool. And
so this is Saga episode one oh one, season six,
episode three, which at Patreon corresponds to episode forty eight
of Underwood Flinch Underground, and in it we will be
returning to the company of the dustardly miss Lydia Flinch.
Over the years, there have been a number of poles
on what actors would play which character, and almost every
time the actress who tops the Lydia pole is Eva Green,
who you will probably remember as Vesper Linde from Casino Royale.
For me, I don't know. I don't actually see or
channel anyone when I write Lydia chapters or inhabit the
role for my podcasts. She's just Lydia. She lives in
a place in my brain, as do all the characters,
and I just step into her. She has her own
personality and mannerism speaks with her own voice, but she
doesn't have a face as such. I don't see her
anymore I did when I first started writing her. I've
told you this before, but I'll tell you again in
case you've forgotten. Do you remember the HBO TV series
Rome Well. I based Lydia on Polly Walker's portrayal of
Atia of the JULII. I thought she was a great character.
Stole every scene she was in, and for me personally,
Lydia does too, which is nice. But anyway, yes, enough
chitchat from me. Let's rewind back to a younger me.
In January twenty nineteen for the original Patreon recap for
this episode, Oh god, how you full?
Speaker 2: I look?
Speaker 1: I think I may have even had a few more
hairs in my head. I mean, there's so few you
can count them.
Speaker 2: Look one. Two.
Speaker 1: Yes, we're going to jump back into Lydia's house and
continue essentially the conversation that we were having last time.
Before we do so, there's only one thing you really
need to know, and that is that Beltran Belly, as
Lydia calls him, Lydia's former boyfriend who was killed at
the Resurrection of Underwood and Underwood and Flinch. He used
to be a doctor, and you know, for that reason,
he was able to get his hands on certain medical
bits and bobs that he used for his extracurricular activity.
And that's more when I said, really, so, I think
we can jump straight back in too. Underwood and Flinch
Season six in tanniblis written and performed for podcast by
Mike Bennett. This podcast is intended for an adult audience
listener discretion is advised episode three. For a short time,
Gerald was too absorbed by the fact that an ill
disciplined supernatural predator was sucking the life blood out of
his wife's arm to realize the gaping flow in Lydia's plan.
As he watched mcgirl feed, his mind raced over what
to expect in the coming hours, the journey to Brighton,
how to get into the girl's apartment, and then assuming
they could get in the awful business of coercing her
to call David and get him over from Spain to
night so they could kill the pair of them.
Speaker 2: And then it hit him.
Speaker 1: For a moment, he lost interest in Miguel's devouring of
Cynthia as a sense of relief surged through him. It
was impossible the whole plan simply couldn't be done. Containing
his joy, he patted Miguel on the top of the head.
That's enough, migirl, stop now. To his surprise, Miguel broke
off from feeding immediately. He lapped his saliva over the
wound in Cynthia's arm and sat up, wiping his mouth
on the back of his hand and leaving a crimson
smudge across his cheek. You see, he said, is not
a problem for me. Look, I even closed the wound.
Speaker 2: Oh.
Speaker 1: Cynthia opened her eyes. Her initial anxiety about Miguel feeding
from her had rapidly dissipated once the ecstasy of his
bite had entered her bloodstream. Resisting what felt like a
natural earth to caress Miguel's head, she had reclined in
her seat and drifted.
Speaker 2: Away for the duration.
Speaker 1: That was quick. Are you sure you've had enough? I
don't mind if you take some more. He's had plenty, sin,
said Gerald. Then he shouted into the doorway after Lydia. Lydia, wait,
it's not going to work. What her reply from upstairs
rang with annoyance. Gerald went to the door and called
up to her, it's David. He's never going to get
down to Brighton before dawn tomorrow. It's too late. The
earliest still arrive is sometime late tomorrow morning. Gerald waited
for a reply, as did mcgirl and Cynthia. When none came,
Cynthia looked down at the bubbling red punctures on her
forearm and wondered again if Miguel might like some more.
Then Lydia's footsteps came thundering back downstairs. Gerald came back
into the kitchen, just ahead of her as she flew
in to the room and pointed to the laptop. Check it,
check what said Gerald, flight times, Lydia, It doesn't matter.
By the time we get down to Brighton, get into
this girl's flat, fascinate her and make her.
Speaker 2: Called David.
Speaker 1: It's going to be well after all flights have stopped
for the night. And even if by a miracle it isn't,
David has still then got to drive from Alma's Sina
to an airport. It'll take hours, and don't forget, Spain's
an hour ahead of us. He shook his head. I'm sorry,
but it's quite impossible. He'll have no choice but to
wait for the first flight tomorrow morning. The incontestable facts
sank into Lydia's head like skewers. She plunged her fingers
into her hair and screamed. Gerald and Cynthia grimaced, but
Miguel put his hands over his ears, her high pitch
physically painful to his now heightened sense of hearing. In
the silence that followed, Lydia dared fixedly ahead. No one
dared speak. They waited for her to come to whatever
conclusion she would reach, though for Gerald there could logically
be only one. He was going to bed. Then Lydia
turned to him and said, okay, well you'd better get
going then. What Nope, I'm wasting time. The sooner you
get there, the sooner you get him back here.
Speaker 2: Was she serious? Now?
Speaker 1: Gerald felt like screaming. But it'll be daylight by the
time David arrives. Miguel can't be up and about in daylight.
Speaker 2: Oh, he'll be fine.
Speaker 1: As long as you stay in the flat and keep
the curtains drawn. You can do as Miguel originally suggested.
You can hide while you wait for him. Hide in
the flat. Yes, Oh, don't worry, David won't go on
a hunt for you once he sees how poor dear
Lisa's been brutalized. She turned to Miguel. Make sure she's bloody,
won't you be sure and spill plenty of blood when
you're feeding see lydia, and remember to leave the lights
on so he sees her. Don't leave us sitting there
in the dark. Put her under the light in the
middle of the room, bound and gagged. She pointed to
a set of drawers. There's some duct tape in there somewhere.
Bring it with you and wrap her up like Toot
and Carmen. No problem, really, said Gerald. I'm glad someone thinks,
so don't worry.
Speaker 2: Gerald said, migirl.
Speaker 1: Both David and the girl will be under my fascination.
Speaker 2: They aren't gonna be a problem.
Speaker 1: Oh for the blithe optimism of the unimaginative, thought Gerald. God,
he was tired. When and where was he going to
sleep tonight? He'd be driving, so not on the journey down.
Would it be after they had infected the girl and
were waiting for David. He tried to picture it, he
and mcgirl lying under a bed, he trying to sleep,
Miguel restless to say the least, and a murdered girl
returning to life in the other room, he could have
a sleep through that Christ would he ever sleep again?
And then David Flinch, a man he knew and if
he was honest, actually rather liked, would come in to
find her blood soaked and waiting to do to him
what Miguel would have done to her outside the sun
would be up. What if David got at the curtains
before Miguel could fascinate him. What if he had a
gun and managed to get a shot off, even if
he missed, someone would call the police. Gerald shook his
head in despair. Lydia, Please, it's too risky. Why not
wait till tomorrow night when you can do it yourself?
Because I don't know what I'm doing tomorrow night, do I?
Speaker 2: Gerald?
Speaker 1: I could be with James's master, couldn't I? And even
if I'm not, it's not like it's going to get
dark any earlier tomorrow, Migun and I can't go any
earlier than this, And this is already too late. No,
you two have to do it tonight. And so what
are we supposed to do with David once she's bit
and an infectity? Jerald demanded, Just stay there in the
flat till nightfall, Jesus, he'll have turned by then. He'll
be a vampire long before sundown. And then what we
won't be able to control him. He'll kill us.
Speaker 2: No, he won't.
Speaker 1: He'll still be under Miguel's fascination. How do you know,
Gerald cried. Lydia shrugged. Well, I don't for sure, but
it seems reasonable.
Speaker 3: Seems reasonable for God's sake, Lydia, he'll be a different
life form. What if becoming a vampire and does Miguel's
fascination doesn't that seem reasonable too? Then we kill him
before he becomes a problem, said Miguel. He looked at
Lydia for approval.
Speaker 1: I know you want to be the one to do it,
But if he does wake up and he's not fascinated,
we aren't going to have much of a choice.
Speaker 2: No, Gerald scoffed. Well, that just.
Speaker 1: Defeats the whole point, doesn't it. If Lydia does and
kill him, she's not getting her revenge, is she. She
may as well pay a hit man or something to
kill him in Almssina. Migirl ignored him, continuing to Lydia,
we could drive a stake through his heart, maybe the
leg of a chair or a table. Gerald watched Lydia's
face as she considered the options. Surely she would see
he was right. Surely make it a table, leg, said Lydia,
A thick one. That was what went wrong with David's
attempt on Underward's life. He used a cricket stump. It
was too thin. Gerald could feel all hope slipping away.
But Lydia, isn't your revenge the whole point of this.
You said you wanted us to bring David back so
you could kill him, And yes, that would be nice, Gerald,
but it's not the whole point. What's important is that
David is out of the picture once and for all.
No inheritance, no sect, just the pain of knowing what
we did to his girl and then to him. Oh
and the fact that it was me who did it,
even if it was only by my order. Maybe you
could say something like Lydia sends her regards that they're
doing the gangster films, So a hip man's out of
the question, then, is it? Yes, I'm afraid, sir Gerald,
I like the idea of doing the thing David finds
most abominable in the whole world to the girl he loves,
and then her doing it back to him. It's just
too good to pass up on.
Speaker 2: All right, said Gerald.
Speaker 1: So just to be clear, then, if he becomes a
vampire and he is safely fascinated, then we bring him
home for you. But if he turns and he's not fascinated,
we kill him. Yes, and what about the other possible outcome,
Lydia sighed and glanced at the clock. What outcome is that, Gerald,
the one where he doesn't get infected at all? What
if he kills the girl well before she can get
her teeth into him? Lydia shrugged. What that's easy. Miguel
fascinates him and you bring him back here. Actually you
could do that straight away. No reason for you to
wait till dark. Obviously not Miguel, though, he'll have to
stay in the flat till after dark and then catch
a train back. But you, she nodded to Gerald, I
see no reason why you can't just pop him in
the passenger seat and motorr on home in the morning.
Cynthia held up a finger. Oh, I've just thought of
something too. But what you were saying about David waking
up as a vampire and not being fascinated, if we've
covered that darling, said Lydia. Yes, but what if the
girl wakes up as a vampire and she's not fascinated?
Gerald seized upon the idea. Yes, Oh well, Spott, it's
in thank you, said Cynthia, delighted. I was thinking maybe
you could drug her. Gerald, who for a moment had
thought she had flipped the argument in his favor, glared
at her. What will you know make her dozy compliant?
You mean like roe hypnol, said Lydia. Would that work
in might if we had any? But you don't, said Gerald,
barely concealing the hope in his voice.
Speaker 2: I don't think so.
Speaker 1: Beltranoles used to keep a little pharmaceutical collection anywhere that
we slept, but I don't remember him mentioning Rufies. Still,
I could have a look. We might have something upstairs.
She turned and hurried from the room. When she was gone,
Gerald turned to Cynthia. Oh, well done, sin capital idea.
Shame you're not coming along to join in the fun,
isn't it? Oh Jerry, it's in everyone's best interest that
David is topped. If he's not, he could come after
us with his sex friends. Gerald glanced at Miguel. He
was watching them with interest, taking it all in to
feed back to his mistress no doubt, Gerald turned back
to Cynthia. Perhaps though he could just be glad to
be out of the whole thing and live a quiet
life on his new olive farm. This is not David,
said Miguel. You won't there of la Fantasier. He's not
the man you think he is. He enjoyed watching Underwood
almost kill me. Who wouldn't, thought Gerald. Trust me. Miguel continued,
David isn't going to Lidia and me get away with
what we've done. Ah, he doesn't even know you're alive.
Speaker 2: He will figure it out. Him and his lawyer friends.
Speaker 1: They will learn of my disappearance from the hospital, and
when they do, there is only one conclusion they can
come to. He's right, Jerry, said Cynthia. There's no getting
away from it. Gerald was saved from having to admit
his agreement by the sound of Lydia's footsteps descending the stairs.
She entered carrying a hypodermic syringe and a small bottle
of clear liquid. She held them up for all to see. PINGO,
what's that, asked Gerald. Fentanel zero point five milimeters should
do that job. Do it just as she starts to
come back. You'll know if you keep a finger on
her pulse after Miguel's bitten her and feed his blood,
it'll die down to nothing, But then it'll come back,
and that's when you jab her with this. So even
if Miguel's fascination should fail when she wakes up, this won't. Then,
she brightened as a thought occurred to her. And of
course this means you don't have to kill David either.
If he does become a problematic vampire. You just dope
him with this too, keep him subdued, and bring him
back in the evening.
Speaker 2: Problem solved.
Speaker 1: But how do you know, Lydia said Gerald Again, how
do you know you're talking about the drug's effects on humans?
I know, Gerald, because I've drunk alcohol since becoming a vampire,
and it affects me exactly the same way as when
I was human. I don't see why this drug should
be any different. But we don't know for sure. Oh,
for God's sake, Gerald, Lydia snapped, I do know, okay, Christ,
It's not as if you're going to be the one
killing her. Then, she added, with cold disdain, not that
I imagine you could. For a moment, Gerald gaped like
a fish. He didn't know whether he agreed with her
or not. What mattered was that coming from her, This
was an insult intended to wound, and it did, Lydia.
It's not that, isn't it? Are you sure? Because I'm
not Gerald, I'm not even sure you've got it in
you to be a vampire at all. I do so
have it in me. I'm just being careful here, trying
to ensure that we consider all the possible eventual add
is before we go charging in. It's called planning, Lydia.
Is it is that what you call it? Because to
me it looks an awful lot like you're trying to
get out of this, like maybe you'd rather go back
to Spain and play dominoes with the old man in
the plaza. Her eyes flashed Cynthia, whose enthusiasm for going
home had not gone unnoticed. Oh no, you're just being ridiculous,
said Gerald. Cynthia stood up. Please stop it, Lydia. All
Gerald wants is for this plan to work. All he's
doing is pointing out the things that you've missed, clearly
missed and as not your fault, Darling. You've got so
much on your plate right now. It's no wonder, but
that's what we're here for, to notice the things that
you miss. No leader can be expected to think of everything,
especially in circumstances like these, and that's why they have advisers,
help ers, friends. For a moment, Lydia said nothing. Then
she sighed and held out a hand to Gerald. I'm sorry, Cherry,
Cynthia's right, I'm stressed and well being a bitch. Do
you forgive me? Gerald smiled and took her hand in his.
Of course I do, liddy Lydia drew him close and
put her arms around him. And you're right to point
out when I when any of us miss things.
Speaker 2: Of course you are.
Speaker 1: And please, whatever I might say in anger, keep doing it.
Speaker 2: Thank you.
Speaker 1: It says there is so much on at the moment,
so much I've got to do. She released him and
looked at each of her friends in turn. If I
could make another three of myself and spare you all
from any of this, I would, But of course I can't.
This stuff needs to get done, and it needs to
get done fast. If it doesn't, then whatever I may
achieve with James and his master could all be undone
because either the Sect, the police or both will be
after us. Of course, Darling said Cynthia, we understand, and
so that is why both David and Inspector Redmond have
to be dealt with tonight. So can I rely on you?
The question was to all of them, but it was
Gerald she was looking at when she spoke. Yes, said Gerald,
me too, said Cynthia. Absolutely, my life for you, Lydia
said Miguel always. Lydia smiled, all right, then, so let's
get on with it. Due to an accident on the
A twenty three, Gerald and Miguel's journey to Brighton took
over two hours. En route, they discussed how they would
go about the task that awaited them, and by the
time they arrived they had agreed on a plan. Gerald
had hoped to be able to park on landsdown Place
David's Street, but every inch of on street parking was taken.
They drove around the neighboring street, crawling up one and
down the next, trying to find a spot nearby, but
again all on street parking was taken. As they drove,
their eyes moved between the unbroken lines of parked cars
ahead of them. And the glowing clock in the dashboard,
where the Knight was ticking steadily away. Miguel smacked a
hand against the dashboard. This is local. Why don't we
just use a car park? I told you we need
to park close by in case something goes wrong.
Speaker 2: Well, nothing's gonna go wrong.
Speaker 1: Something can always go wrong, Miguel, you should know that
better than anybody.
Speaker 2: And what is that supposed to mean?
Speaker 1: Feeling no explanation was necessary, Gerald ignored the question. They
had now driven several streets across from David's, too far,
in his opinion. He turned right onto the main road
that ran along the seafront to retrace his route back
to Lansdowne Place. Wait where are you going now, said Miguel.
I'm going to work our way back to David Street.
Hopefully a previously occupied space has now become available.
Speaker 2: A good idea.
Speaker 1: Gerald turned onto Waterloo Street, where there were still no
parking spaces. But then Miguel pointed ahead to a long
empty stretch of open curb side. Hey look, Gerald stopped
beside the three car long space and shook his head. No,
he drove on. What why didn't you see the sign?
The space is allocated? For a fire engine. What a
fire engine? You know, lost Bombarros, I know what a
fire engine is. Where the fuck is there a parking space.
Speaker 2: For a fire engine? I don't know.
Speaker 1: In case there's a fire, I suppose. See what Miguel's
expression was one of tortured incredulity. But what if the
fire is a nearly parking space? I don't know. Come on,
if there is a fire, the fire engine parks outside
it not only some special space for kilometer away. I
know that. For God's sake.
Speaker 2: It wasn't my idea, was it.
Speaker 1: Look it just is. Okay, It's probably some scam cooked
up by the local council to get money out of
people like us who get pissed off looking for parking
spaces and end up parking there in desperation when we
do huh kachin, where is katching?
Speaker 2: Katching?
Speaker 1: You know, they make money they find us. We mean
like a penalty, Yes, a penalty? What so what we
can't pay the fucking penalty? Just part there. Gerald gripped
the wheel tighter. Miguel, we are trying to be discreet.
If this car gets a parking ticket, then that puts
the people on its rental agreement. That's me and Lydia
in this vicinity at this time. So what Lidia has
money she can afford to pay a stupid penalty. No,
that's not the point, Miguel. Are you forgetting what you're
going to do here tonight?
Speaker 2: Miguel frowned. What do you mean?
Speaker 1: I mean you we are going to commit murder, and
a parking ticket on this car will put us the
people named on the car hire agreement in the vicinity
of that murder. Comprende, So what you're saying the police
are going to check all the local parking tickets in
case the murderer was partner by Miguel waved the idea away.
Come on, they're stupid. They can't tell nothing from that
In anyway, there's not going to be any parking meter
cops around it this time and night. If there's nowhere else,
we should definitely park there. Gerald looked again at the
clock on the dashboard. It was ten to midnight. The
night was slipping away. He noticed his mouth tasted bitter.
He groped for a mint in the space between driver
and passenger seats, but his fingers found only empty wrappers.
Christ he was tired, would it be so bad to
just abandon this dreadful pursuit and turned back. He pictured
himself trying to explain to Lydia how he had had
no choice. There was nowhere to park, he scoffed quietly
to himself. Yes, that would go down well, And of
course there was Miguel. He'd never go for it. He
more than wanted to do this. He was positively champing
at the bit. As they turned again onto Lansdowne Place,
Gerald's thoughts were interrupted by a light coming on ahead
among a line of cars. Headlights a car was about
to leave. Oh halle bloody Loujah. There someone's getting ready
to pull out.
Speaker 2: Thanks, Satan, said Miguel.
Speaker 1: Hey, David's house is only about twenty meters away. Is
that too far for you all man? He grinned to
show he was joking, but Gerald's eyes were on the road. Hey,
I'm kidding with you, Gerald, Relax, now comes the easy part.
Speaker 2: The easy part.
Speaker 1: Gerald shook his head, keeping his eyes on the car
ahead as it maneuvered out from between the cars that
hemmed it in. Yes, Miguel, now comes the easy part.
David's building was set midway along a terrace of cream
painted Georgian houses of the kind that dominate the Brunswick
area of Brighton and Hove. A great many of these,
like David's, had been converted into flats, four flats above
ground and one in the basement. This was the reason
there was so little parking. For the single parking space
outside each house, there were potentially four or more residents
trying to park in it. A muted thudding of dance
music had drifted up from the basement flat as Gerald
and Miguel approached the house. Miguel looked over the railings
to see the lights were on and the curtains open.
A gust of braying, masculine laughter blew out of the
open window, along with a subtle aroma that only Miguel
could pick up. He sniffed the air and smiled. They
are smoking weed. Oh, how nice for them, said Gerald.
At the front door, he leant close to inspect the
information on the door buzzer. Beside each button was a number.
According to Lydia's information, David was in flat four. Gerald
turned to mcgirl, his expression tense, nervous. All right, so
as we agreed, when she answers leave the talking to
me I'm David's uncle John in town on business and
dropping by to see my nephew. She says he's not there.
I'm disappointed, but I ask if I can leave the
gift that I've brought him with her. Then she comes
down and you stepped forward and fascinate her.
Speaker 2: Okay, he's a keg. Let's do it.
Speaker 1: Sweat prickled Gerald's neck and brow. He looked at the buzzer,
then back to mcgirl. Are you sure you're ready? I
mean you don't want to I'm ready, Gerald, go on,
press the button now. Miguel rolled his eyes, reached in
front of Gerald's face, pushed in the top button, and
held it for over a second. Now get your happy
head on, uncle John. You're calling on your nerview, not
your mother in law. Yes, yes, you're right, happy head on.
Gerald took a deep breath and closed his eyes, waiting
for the young woman's voice to come through the intercom.
But it didn't. He looked at Miguel. Miguel pressed the
button again for longer. This time, they waited, staring at
the intercom as though it were the conduit to an
oracle about to utter the meaning of life. It remained silent.
She's out, said Gerald, finally finding his happy head. Damon
blasted of all the rotten luck. Miguel ignored him and
pressed the button a third time. There's no point ringing
it all night, Miguel. If she's out, she's out. Maybe
she's gone back to her own flat. Maybe she's even
gone back to Germany. So what do you want to do,
Migirl snapped, go back to Lydia empty handed. Well, if
she's not here, we don't have much of a choice,
do we, unless you want to sit in the car
all night waiting for something that might never happen. Miguel
pressed the button again. Maybe she has gone to bed.
We wake her well if you like, But I'm going
back to the car. No. Miguel caught Gerald by the
lapel of his jacket and held him.
Speaker 2: You're going nowhere.
Speaker 1: If she answers, you need to be here, she's not
going to answer, Miguel. She's obviously not there. Gerald met
Miguel's stare with a steady eye as another gust of
laughter came from the basement flat. Now unhand me, Miguel
kept hold of him. You knew this what happened, didn't you?
Of course I didn't. How on earth could I have known?
You are mister planning, You're supposed to think of everything,
and yet you didn't think of this, no more than
you did or Lydia or Cynthia. Miguel, I know as
much about this girl as you do. We both understood
from Lydia that she would be here, but.
Speaker 2: She is clearly not.
Speaker 1: So he closed his hand firmly over Miguel's where it
clung to his lapel. Let me go, and let's at
least get back to the car and talk about what
we're going to right The word came in an abrupt
shout from somewhere beyond the front door. That's it. Miguel
let go of Gerald and they turned to face the
front door. From the other side, they heard the sound
of an inner door opening, and a woman's voice called, Shawn,
please leave it. Then the front door opened, and Gerald
and mcguirl came face to face with a middle aged
man in a dressing gown, his hair unkempt, a furious
expression on his face, and a golf club in his hand.
He balked on seeing the two strangers on his doorstep,
quickly shifting his club bearing hand behind his back.
Speaker 2: I'm sorry, said Gerald. Did we disturb you?
Speaker 1: Not unless you're one of them wakers from downstairs. The
man whom the woman inside had called Sean looked back
and forth between Gerald and mcguirl. Are you no, No,
I'm David's uncle John, I'm in town on business. I
excuse me, said Miguel. Sean turned to him, and as
their eyes met, he immediately forgot all about his noisy neighbors.
The golf club slipped from his fingers and clattered to
the gray linoleum floor behind him. Miguel smiled and pointed
to the window of the ground floor flat beside him.
You live in this apartment. Yah, yes, said Sean, his
voice and manner now calm to the point of listlessness.
Do you know a go in the top floor flat. Yes,
he's David Smith. No, Yeah, that's him. Nice fellow, keeps
himself to himself. Shame is no more like him.
Speaker 2: We like him too, We are good friends of his.
Here to visit. Oh, you're bel late for that. He's
not been round for eighties.
Speaker 1: He's got a German bird of his living up there now,
minding the place while he's away.
Speaker 2: You so like you know him?
Speaker 1: Well, mister, it is Sean. No, heyere Sean. I know
him well enough. He used to go for a point
with him now and again. He'd always be looking for
someone to go for a drink with. He was a
piss head, you know, proper alkie. He's all right now though,
been on the wagon for a good while. But you
probably know this, don't you. Of course, yes, So this
German girl, she is still living here here. Miguel turned
to Gerald and smiled. Then to Sean. He said, she
is also a good friend of ours. We're going to
go upstairs now and see her, so please move aside.
Sean stepped aside to let the mentor, almost falling over
the golf club as he did. As they entered the hallway,
Gerald said, I say, eh, where are you going with
that golf club downstairs? Said Sean, pushing on the timed
light switch.
Speaker 2: With a golf club? Why, I don't know.
Speaker 1: I must have pulled it from my bag of clubs
when I came out. They're laid for a round of golf,
isn't it. Now? It's that bird downstairs. She's got the
ball friend in his mate's back. She has up and
down once already. But they bleedn't ignore me. The volume
just keeps creeping up. But I do think it's funny
thea whoa. I was going to give him some to
laugh about. Miguel closed the front door behind them. You're
going to kill them, Sean. The question seemed to confuse Sean.
He frowned, No, I don't.
Speaker 2: Think I was.
Speaker 1: I was just going to smash the stereo. But Nay
mention it. They would have tried to stop me, wouldn't
I Someone could have got up. Gerald didn't like the
way they seemed to amuse Miguel. He cut in before
Migirl could respond, woll good thing you murder us?
Speaker 2: Then?
Speaker 1: Isn't it looks like we've saved you from getting into
a spot of bother?
Speaker 2: Then to Miguel, he added.
Speaker 1: The last thing any of us wonders for the police
to come calling, isn't it? See Miguel nodded. Serious. Now,
I think you should forget all about this, Sean. Forget
all about everything. Yeah, forget about it. You're right, Well,
we're going to go upstairs now and see our friend,
and you are going to go back inside and go
to sleep. Don't worry about the music. It won't disturb
you anymore? You don't even notice it. Yeah, all right,
I'll go back in, go to sleep and forget everything.
Yeah you never saw us, understand, Yeah, I never saw you.
But here you know she's gone out, don't you? The
German girl Mgirl glanced at Gerald, then back to Sean.
Speaker 2: Is that so? Yeah? When out a couple of hours ago?
Was she alone? Yeah?
Speaker 1: Gerald asked, How do you know I seen her go?
Didn't I? I see everyone come and go. Front doors
always banging shut, all hours of the night. Worse people
of them, two in the flat under Dave's students.
Speaker 2: They are rite.
Speaker 1: Paramgirl cut him off with her hand. Basta, Sean, you
don't care about them any more either. But tell me,
do you know why this girl is coming back? No,
but she's never that late, could be any time from now.
The timed light went off. Miguel turned it back on
again to see Gerald looking at him with frightened eyes.
We should just go, No, we will go upstairs and
way for her in the hallway, said Gerald, incredulous. He's
better than in the car. No, well, you can wait
in the fly if you want, said Sean. What in here?
Miguel nodded to the door of Sean's flat. No, in
Dave's place. I've got a key. Miguel's eyes lit up.
You have a key for David's apartment. Yeah, we did
a key swarp in case one of us ever gets
locked out.
Speaker 2: He's got my spare, I've got his.
Speaker 1: Miguel turned to Gerald with a spreading grin. Well, thou
would be fantastic, wouldn't it, Uncle John. We can be
a big surprise for her when she comes home, yes,
said Gerald, Yeah, I suppose we could. Just then, Sean's
front door opened a little and a woman in a
dressing gown peered out, her manner wary.
Speaker 2: Sean, what's going on?
Speaker 1: Nothing, said Miguel, fixing her eyes with his There is
nothing here at all.
Speaker 2: He turned to Sean. Now go and get me that key.
Speaker 1: And so listeners, Gerald and Miguel have the keys to
David's apartment. Where As we know from episode one, they'll be.
Speaker 2: Waiting for Lisa when she comes home.
Speaker 1: We know the outcome of that encounter, but not how
we came to get there. But next time we'll be
cutting away to Lydia after her meeting with Inspector Edmond
in the hotel in Whitechapel and on to her date
with James Harrington and her first encounter.
Speaker 2: With his mysterious master.
Speaker 1: So join me next time when the saga of Underwood
and Flinch continues. The music you're listening to is Ahmad
Ahma by Farid Farjad from the album and Rusa Volume four,
courtesy of Taranay Records and our good friend Fawaz al Malud.
You can stream the track from Spotify, YouTube Music, Google Music,
and all the other music streamers out there.