Every resident in Victoria Square steps out in to the street to see who will be leaving in the black cab. Many have their scripts in their hands desperately reading quickly to get to the end, hoping against hope that it won’t be them as they will then be forced to turn to acting for a living, something that is well beyond the capabilities of most of them.

Suddenly ‘Alf a Mo Slapper runs in to the middle of the Square. “Odds on Sean,” she yells, “I know he doesn’t live here any more but that’s no reason for him not to leave in a black cab anyway.” She is surrounded by most of the Square placing bets. Suddenly Dr Nigel Bates appears, having successfully revived Charlie, and says, “That used to be my Debbie’s job to run the bookies. I remember the days when the bookies was an important part of the Square now it’s never mentioned. What’s Fat Pat ‘Eavens Above done to it anyway?”

At the mention of the word bookies, Peter Publicbarlow appears and staggers down the street, “Bookies? I’m the only bookie around here. Or am I the only alcoholic? I can’t quite remember.” Meggy Bitchell looks up at him and says, “How dare you! My boy Phil is a better alcoholic than you’ll ever be. Us Bitchells are the best at everything because we’re the Bitchells.” A big cheer goes up from the Bitchell Famerlee.

Meanwhile the black cab is revving its engine waiting for its next occupant to be carried away for ever…

Doof Doof.