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...waft up to my flat.

And she's also required

to deposit her rubbish

outside her flat whenever I leave mine.

And we exchange words.

I haven't worked them out yet.

Understood. Who's next?

Are you Muslim?

No. Are you?

No, I just... Erm... the hijab.

I'm not particularly fond of religion.

Neither am I.

Good. Who else lives in this house?

There's a pianist two floors below me.

And in the afternoons he teaches children,

but the rest of the time he composes.

And the sound of the piano

has to waft up to my flat,

just like the smell of fried liver.

There's also a boy I keep seeing.

When everything's right, he'll appear.

But I... I can't describe him now.

It seems like my colleagues have found

a match for your building already.

The interior may need gutting.

- But essentially...

- This is it.

Madlyn Mansions.

How did...? Where is this?

Where...? What's the address?

Is this a childhood home or...?

- What is it?

- How much do you charge?

- Well, there are several options.

- I want you full-time, all the time.

I'm not cheap.

I'll pay you in advance.

Waste of time. The little twat's not in.

- But maybe the suitcase is here.

- It's not.

I spent the whole of yesterday

looking for the bloody thing.

Stop f***ing doing that.

The last of the holdouts have left.

- Have the window people arrived?

- They're upstairs measuring.

- I thought the windows were done.

- They were.

The ones on the third floor have had

to come out to squeeze in the piano.

- We're two weeks behind schedule.

- Sir, you are a bit of a perfectionist.

If it wasn't for Nazrul,

it'd be two years behind schedule.

Is there anything else

you're not happy with?

- The cracks on the walls look contrived.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- The opposite of natural.

- I know what the word means, Naz!

But how can the bloody cracks

not looked contrived?

- For f***'s sake, we made them!

- I'd like to get the windows blocked.

- Yeah, I know. We'll use paper for that.

- And we need cameras.

And I want to get a security guard.

I'll make some calls, but first there's

something I'd like to show you upstairs.

That guy by the phone box,

I didn't realise he was so close.

- They loiter there every day. A problem?

- No.

No. It's good that they're there.

They look out for me.

- Why are the cats tied?

- They sometimes fight and fall.

We've lost five just this week.

Well, that's not how it should be.

Have them untied.

Hi, Sam. Could you untie the cats?

These are the last cats we have.

- And?

- Well, if they fall, we'll be catless.

What? Then we'll get more cats.

Why are we even talking about this?

Sam... untie the cats.

Our cat handler's just quit.

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