9x-xx-xx 55 Hangover

Don't choose her first boy. Sorry, Auntie. I've a lot to tell you and you said I can't talk when I'm meeting. Don't worry about that. You seem to have something on your mind. That's Uncle Mata. I've been helping him with a couple of stampings.

Well done, boy. How was it? Well, the first one. We were clearing Helen's spirit from Edith's place in... And how is Edith? That's why I'm here. She's in hospital, Auntie. Ah, my. Is it serious?

Could be. I had to bring a medicine from Clayborne. I better go and see her. Anyway, the clarinet eaters win choice, but then we had to do the station and Uncle Maro ended up running out He did what?

When I went to see him, he was drunk, aren't he? In the middle of the afternoon Oh, no! He said he had failed. He had to face the fact that he couldn't help Helen Oh, where? Doesn't sound good I think he's going bonkers Don't you ever say that?

Sorry, Auntie, but... Enough! You don't understand! Has he been making peace? Yeah, even with me. Fine. I want you to keep an eye on them. You want me to spy on them? No! I want you to look after him.

Oh, like a bodyguard. Hi! And tell me if you need. Woah, look at you, Mater. Out on the town with the tanny for her. You don't have to shout.

Who's shouting? Coffee Thompson. I'm not after I've had the real thing. Tea, please. Coming right up. It's right you went to Clive's last night. How did it go? Ah, he makes the best latte. I mean, what did you find out?