9x-xx-xx 49 Chez Moi

I told you. Helen can't leave. Why not? I don't know. I'm getting out of here. We had a deal, not anymore. Marta, don't! I'm going. Whoa, man, look at all this stuff. Come on, Mike. Mike works for me. He can stay.

Cheers. It's up to you, boy. Marta, come back here. Well, that was a bit intense. Whoa, virtual reality helmet. Where's the gun? Mike, it's not what you think. Just leave it alone. I'm only having a look.

Mike, Clive's right. This is one of the last places Helen visited before she died. We shouldn't touch anything. True. Councilor Bigby must have had a look around. I don't think he was that thorough. Oh, look at all those dead rats. The poor things.

Well, nobody'd fed them in quite some time. I did find some survivors and now they're staying shame-wah. Shame-what? It's French for my place. Shame-wah. Cool. Okay, let's go. We won't clean things over. I'm closing up.

I don't think so. What? I'm finally in the station, Frank, and I'm not about to leave. Let's not up to you. I'll bug off, Frank. You don't run the show up here. Look, if anything happens, it'll be on your head, matey.

Mike, let's go. See you later. I'm off to shame, why? What do you hope to find, Thompson? Hard to say. I'll be happy to give you a tool. Oh, great. It's a bit daunting all this.

Oh, come on, Philip. Waste up bloody time. I just saw Mardi Gras running past. If you look pale, for a mary. That's my uncle you're talking about. Down boy, it's just a joke. Ah ha, good one, bro.