#who cares just get him and eddie in a room together and have mr priest tell eddie that he's still handsome without the mustache

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things left behind and the things that are ahead, ch. 6

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They take the train up from Washington. They had driven down the first time - though they hadn’t left Howard’s until Bucky was healthy enough to travel, he was still breaking in some ways, wildly fragile. They needed to have no one else around, needed the time and ability to stop on the roadside so Bucky could gasp in fresh air and scream through clenched teeth because just sitting in a car with people he trusted made him feel closed-in and trapped.

Bucky sits between them at first, all of them pretending that it’s simply the order they entered the row rather than a supportive bracketing. He switches seats with Peggy after about an hour, trying to use the scenery rushing past the window as a distraction. His fingers, both sets, curl and uncurl in his lap. He had planned on leaving the arm behind - the one Howard made for him detaches fairly easily, and he figured that seeing him simply missing a limb would in some ways be easier than the blunt, inhuman metal - but changed his mind at the last minute. This is part of him now, whenever he wanted it to be, and he tries to convince himself it will be better for everyone to face that from that start.

Peggy puts her hand over his balled fists before he even registers exactly how tightly they are clenched.

They had tried at first to get him reacclimated in New York. Howard’s large house had been fine when that just meant finding his memories again, when it was only about having a quiet place where everyone understood nightmares and knew to step loudly and never to touch Bucky when he wasn’t ready for it. It had worked well enough when it was just Steve and Bucky, the quiet and caring Jarvises, Peggy on the weekends and Howard dashing in and out. And they all had thought that the city - large and anonymous, the site of so many remarkable things - would be the perfect place to start when it came time to take on somewhere more public; any scene Bucky caused would be forgotten by the time the witnesses reached the next block. But it was all too newly familiar, too overwhelming with strangers and crowded with memories, too much.

They hadn’t had a chance to visit Brooklyn. (If Steve were a bit more selfish, it would hurt that he still hasn’t seen those ever familiar streets, the place he still goes when he dreams. As it is, he doesn't even have time to think about it as more than a hope for his friend.) On Bucky’s hoarse, wild-eyed orders, they hadn’t even mentioned to his family that he had been found.

Peggy and Steve’s neighborhood in DC was easier. In the type of close-knit environment that they had thought best avoided, where everyone knew their names and no one forgot exactly who they had seen shatter one of the cafe’s mugs into an explosion of porcelain dust just from hearing old Mrs. Eissenmann’s accent, they found compassion. Al noticed the way Bucky flinched away from photos of Korea and East Berlin on the newspaper fronts, and tucked them away so that the covers of Life and The Saturday Evening Post were visible instead. Bucky learned to answer questions about his arm from the innocent, interested ones the kids asked before they were hushed by their parents. The ticket taker at the movie house, Eddy Carroll from two streets over, didn’t say anything as Steve and Bucky left in the middle of Annie Get Your Gun twice because the sound of even comical movie gunfire made Bucky flinch and go cold and grasp for a gun of his own.

There were other people in the neighborhood who had served. There was a look that Bucky recognized when they passed each other in the street, a certain shift to alertness at car horns sounded suddenly, and when they asked him to have a beer with them, he said yes. While Steve and Peggy went out on one of their evenings together, he sat on a barstool with these men who would become his friends and talked about favorite books and movies and radio programs, about the best ballgames they’d seen, about the particular, muffled punch of a bullet entering flesh and the strange, grim, necessary realization that you were the one to put it there.

“Why did you invite me tonight?” he asked, walking home with Charlie Gibbs in the place by his side that was usually Steve’s. “You don’t even know me, but you’ve probably guessed that I’m more of a handful than most.”

Charlie chewed his toothpick thoughtfully for a moment. He took it out and held it between his fingers as he said, “We all have brothers who didn’t come back. We have to be there for the ones that did, even if they left a piece of themselves behind. Code of war doesn’t end just because the treaty’s been signed.”

And when the cold came, not as bad there as in New York or the Alps or Russia or places that he can’t quite and might never remember, when the cold came and made Bucky shiver and wish for a hot drink but didn’t leave him paralyzed with the fear of what might come, he said that he was ready to go home.

They called ahead. Of course they did.

“Can you imagine, someone you love and thought was dead just turning up out of the sky as you’re trying to eat your breakfast?” Peggy asked, eyes wide in pretend shock.

“I thought it was a good surprise,” Steve said defensively.

“Oliver in the kitchen has taken a liking to me, as you well know. I think the extra treat I get with my order is all the surprise I need.” She gave his hand a fond touch on the tabletop, regardless of her words or her arch tone.

“Fine, everyone knows you’re adorable, you can quit showing it off,” Bucky said, and it was the joking eyeroll more than anything that convinced them that he was ready.

They can see Mrs. Barnes from down the block. She is wearing a navy dress with creamy lace trim - her church dress, Steve is sure, even if it is not the gray number with the big silver broach that he remembers from his childhood. She stands on her front steps, solid as a lighthouse. Bucky’s father is most likely inside; he had always gotten emotional easily and never liked to show it in public.

It’s a chilly, overcast Tuesday, the middle of a morning that threatens rain or snow or both. The street is empty of the usual schoolkids or housewives chatting to their neighbors with shopping in hand. It makes it easier: no one to double take and recognize them, catch them up in excited conversation. It makes it harder, the overly noticeable sound of their footsteps seeming a driving echo as they move closer.

“You remember back in ‘26, when I was sick from Halloween until New Year’s?” Steve asks, because Bucky is pulling sharp breaths through his nose and his shoulders are set with a statue’s rigidity.

The beginning of the familiar story seems to ease something. “They had the priest in for last rites twice that time, didn’t they?”

“Three times, I think,” Steve says with a casual shrug, at which Peggy looks vaguely horrified. “You kept trying to play truant, coming up the fire escape when no one was looking.”

“And I started getting escorted to school, but my ma couldn’t stay all day, so she told my cousin Frankie to sit on the street corner and scream if he saw me coming.” Bucky leans over and says conspiratorially to Peggy, “I would give Frankie a penny a week to keep his trap shut. He was a soft touch.”

“But then my mother asked Sister Mary Bernardus to sit with me while she went to work, and that nun almost kicked you out the window when she saw your face coming over the sill while she was just trying to pray the Rosary,” Steve finishes with a muted smile. He bumps Bucky’s shoulder with his. “If you could still face your mother after that, you can face her now.”

And then she is coming down to meet them, slow and careful even in her sensible, square-toed shoes. She holds onto the handrail, although there’s no ice on the steps. Bucky has stopped two houses away - the Green’s place, or it had been fifteen years ago. He seems as if he can’t move forward. Any shimmer of ease has gone out of him again.

Mrs. Barnes walks the rest of the way to him herself. Steve had forgotten how small and solid she looks beside her son. She reaches her hands up and holds his face between them, and doesn’t say anything for a long moment.

When she finally speaks, it is in that husky voice with its second-generation Irish tinge. Somewhere inside himself, Steve still expects to hear his mother’s bright call twining with hers, a harmony of care. “James. My boy, come back to me.”

Bucky stays very still. “Hi, Ma,” he manages, and lets her lead him inside.

Bucky’s family had always seemed enormous to Steve, though anything would have when compared with a pair of Rogerses. Winifred Barnes was the youngest of three sisters, George had four brothers, and most of the extended clan lived close enough to take the streetcar if they couldn’t walk. The Barnes place had always been so full.

Without it being mentioned, they haven’t asked anyone over today. George is sitting in his usual chair. Bucky’s sister Josephine stands over his shoulder, her body taut beneath her neat sweater. Rebecca paces the room, a baby in her arms, and Steve’s first thought is that she’s too young for that, just a baby herself, but that isn’t true anymore. The man who must be Becca’s husband sits looking more awkward than anyone - perhaps because he’s entirely a stranger to Bucky, perhaps because he’s all gangly limbs, too tall for the furniture.

“It looks the same,” Bucky says, taking in the faded wallpaper, once a patterned green now white, the heavy old General Electric wall clock which still has the crack across the face, the good lace cloth dressing up the table. The scent of coffee from the ever-boiling pot fills the place, and it is this that makes Steve remember how long it has truly been since he was last here: growing up, he would never have even noticed it.

Mrs. Barnes has set out a stack of saucers and one of her delectably heavy lemon pound cakes on the tabletop. As she leads Steve, Peggy and Bucky over to sit around it, she still hasn’t let go of her son’s hands.

Becca bursts into tears, which makes the baby start wailing too. George covers his eyes with his palms, the unknown husband looks entirely out of his depth, and Peggy stands again. “Let’s have a seat,” she says, guiding Becca over beside her husband. She gets her settled against the cushions, then passes the baby from his mother’s arms to his startled but silent father. Peggy strokes a soothing hand over the baby’s crown as she completes the transfer; it doesn’t help but does make Becca give a shaky little smile. The radio is over in the corner and Peggy walks over, snaps it on, and tunes it quickly until she finds an afternoon symphony program on WNYC. She adjusts the volume to midlevel and turns back.

“For the neighbors,” she explains as she comes over to rejoin Steve by the table. Once again, as always, Steve is impressed: the Barnes apartment is the entire first floor of the frame house, but that doesn’t entirely mean privacy. He hadn’t even considered that anyone else might be home, but now that he thinks about it, the water rushing through the pipes isn’t coming from anyone in this room.

“How did you get here?” Josie asks suddenly. She hasn’t so much as shifted through the outburst of chaos.

“The subway,” Bucky tells her promptly, and she snaps, “Don’t give me that, James Barnes,” in what must be her schoolteacher voice now. Steve’s already familiar with it: Josie was younger than Bucky by a bit less than a year, but she had always acted the big sister to the both of them. “We got an army notification half a decade ago that you’d been killed. We got a letter from—” She turns on Steve. “And you. What are you doing here looking ten years older than you should instead of dead from saving the world?”

“Josephine,” says Mrs. Barnes, warning in her tone, “they’re back. What does it matter where they’ve been?” But her husband lifts his face and says, mastering himself with clear effort, “No, Winifred, I would also like to know exactly what’s happened.”

“What’s wrong with your arm?” Becca asks, her voice very soft, as if it is being trapped in the needlepoint pillow she has pressed against her chest.

The version they tell is one they've practiced, a snipped and pasted version of the truth, but Steve still isn’t a particularly good liar. It's not that he doesn't trust these people who have been family to him - he knows that they would never go to the police or the press with anything he told them, that they wouldn’t gossip about it in the shops. But they have never seen a person explode in front of them in a blue flash, have known his transformation only as something already completed out of sight. Their lives have been so normal, untouched by direct contact with the strange and wonderful and terrible things with which Steve is familiar.

Unless he misses his guess, the baby Rebecca's husband is currently rocking back to sleep is Jimmy Proctor. Steve has met him as a sixty year old man, a former railroad engineer with a million stories of an entirely typical childhood sparkling with the little memories his mother would recall of her brother. He doesn't want to take that from all of them.

So, knowing his own abilities, he is careful with his contributions, letting Bucky and Peggy tell most of the story: of Steve suspended in the ice, the serum effecting him in unexpected ways, of his being found and coming to Washington, the information slipped to Peggy that made them go looking for Bucky in the first place. Bucky doesn’t remember many of the details of his time in captivity anyway; Peggy glosses over it with quick compassion that brings them past without the rest of the Barnes family asking for more information.

Watching Bucky now, Steve finds himself remembering more than ever his friend as he was. Buck had always been the one to tell the stories, to make excuses and conjure the sweet, sly smiles to get them out of trouble. Bucky now, Bucky as he once would have been, is quieter. Steve doesn't mind it, but it's more noticeable back in this familiar place.

There's a silence when the story has finished.

"And now you're fine?" Josie asks finally. She has begun to lean on the back of her father's chair, not softening as much as weakening when confronted with it all. "Now you're back?"

"For now," Bucky says.

His mother looks up from the hands she has clenched in her lap. "What do you mean by that? We've a room here for you while you get yourself settled. There's no reason to go anywhere. I’m sure your things can be sent up for you."

"Ma," Bucky says gently, "I don't think I'm ready yet."

"And why is that?" She draws herself up straight, some of the strict force coming back into her tone. "You're doing just fine, and what would you do somewhere else anyway?"

Steve opens his mouth, but Bucky says, "One day I might come to stay, but now there's a life I'm trying to make down in Washington. I'd like to see how it turns out."

"So I'm never to see you?" She turns to her husband with a cry. "Listen to this boy of yours, George."

"Mama." Steve knows that it's the way Bucky sighs it that makes the difference, that brings the tension from the room. "Of course you’ll see me. I'm going to come back."

"And when will that be?" George asks.

"It's three weeks until Christmas," Bucky points out. "I think I could use a good Brooklyn Christmas."

"All of you," Winifred commands, standing suddenly and clapping her hands together. She pulls the cake plate toward herself and begins to cut slices. "You'll all come for Christmas. Unless there's some other family I don't know of?" She looks askance at Peggy.

"We shall reserve tickets on our way back," Peggy says with equanimity.

"Home again for Christmas, then," says Winifred, satisfied enough as she begins handing out cake.

Later, Bucky will hold his namesake for the first time and Rebecca will cry again, and so will George. Later, Rebecca’s husband will be introduced and will not wince as his hand is shaken three times with a bit too much force to be strictly comfortable. Later, Mrs. Barnes will try to give her cake recipe to Peggy only to have it intercepted by Steve. Later, Steve will notice Bucky taking himself into the kitchen for a moment alone before they are pressed to stay the night. Later, they will lie in the preserved bedroom with its old Dodgers scorecards peeling from the walls, and Bucky will tease Steve for not daring to mention that there’s really no reason to have him and Peggy in separate rooms based on their sleeping arrangements back home. Later, they will lie awake for a long time before they are finally lulled by the familiar sounds outside the window. But for now:

"Home again," Steve agrees softly, and digs into his piece of cake.

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A Train Wreck | Chatzy

Summary: Edward and Isabella go to Oswald’s house for dinner Trigger warnings: Paranoia, mentions of death, mentions of murder Written by: @ofintellectualpenguins​, @riddlesreformed​, @kristencoded

Oswald: Oswald paced around the dining room, grouchy as ever and checking off his mental checklist as he did. “I DON’T UNDERSTAND!” He practically screeched. “I said HALIBUT! She made Pot roast?!? I wanted FISH!” His henchman tried to calm him but nothing seemed to suffice. To be fair, Os just wanted a nice dinner with his friend and his ​succubus​. He even made sure to have an exorcist on speed dial — his priest friend who’d never judge him.

“What are you standing there looking at me for!?” An octave higher and he’d shatter the windows but everyone knew by now that if he got this​ loud they needed to get out of his way. “The glasses, place them to the left of each setting please! Oh and I want the finest wine in the cellar. Yes I know we just filled out. I DON’T CARE!” His old friend Joker had been so hospitable, setting him up with his new position and helping him furnish his new home. How he missed his friends dearly.

“Boss, are we poisoning her today or…?”​ Penguin gripped his cane tightly, his nostril flaring from his sneer. “How… DARE you? DO NOT EVER repeat those words around me again! IsabellAH is my guest! She will not be poisoned today!”

Today. Tomorrow was a different story.

He finally took a deep breath deciding not to kill his henchman or the cook and simply sat in his chaise awaiting the arrival of his guests.

Edward: The interview had placed the man in a particularly good mood that day. He had driven his car to Isabella's to walk with her to the bus stop. It was his way of making sure she was going to go. Still in his best suit from the interview, a charcoal, three-piece suit. A black tie with his old question mark tie clip he made from a typewriter himself (a long time ago). It was amazing that he had kept such a small thing. But it was one of his first items he had done with a question mark on it. The first of his brand. Edward was sentimental, he kept things like that.

He wondered what made bussing easier to Isabella then riding in a car. Perhaps it was the option of having an area she could stand in instead of sit? There were no seat belts to hold her down and the emergency door in the back made it 'safer'. None the less, he was happy to ride with her – mostly because he was just happy she was really coming. Ed was just bursting with pride. Wanting to tell them both about his possible new position.

Once they made it to Oswald's, Edward rung the doorbell and gave Isabella a look. Curious about how she felt about this.

Isabella: Ever since Edward had told her about this dinner, Isabella had been dreading it. Logically, she knew that she wasn't in any danger. Not because Edward had made Oswald promise he wouldn't hurt her – the promise of a criminal lunatic meant nothing to her – but because she didn't feel pain, and she was armed with Joker’s knife. She was also stronger than both Edward and Oswald. Logically, she knew that. But that didn't stop her heart from pounding on the way to Oswald's house.

Why did it have to be at his house? What if he gunned her down the moment she walked through the door? What if he stabbed her in the back? She wasn't going to eat or drink anything, in case it was poisoned. She might not have been able to feel pain, but she didn't know how indestructible she was.

But none of her concern showed on her face, and she adopted the same blank expression that she had worn when she'd spoken to Joker at his club. Unreadable, empty, and cold.

She and Edward were silent on the bus journey there, which was both a blessing and a mercy. Isabella couldn't think of a single thing to say.

When, at last, they arrived at Oswald's front door, she caught Edward's glance and immediately broke away, to look back at the door. She wanted to meet Oswald's gaze when he opened the door. She didn't want to be caught off guard. The only sign that she was afraid was her hands, which were clasped together tightly in front of her, so tightly that she thought her knuckles would burst through her skin.

Oswald: Oswald, despite knowing his guests would be arriving at his door soon, still jumped at the sound of his bell ringing, dramatically so and one of his henchmen came over to straighten out his suit patting him here and there causing Oswald to glare and swat him away. “OKAY! ENOUGH!”

He took a deep breath as the other backed away and the Penguin rolled his shoulders back, gripping his cane and limping over to the door. “Who is it?” he shouted in a sing-song tone and opened his door wide open “JUST KIDDING! I knew it was you two, silly geese!” ​Tone it down, Jesus fucking Christ.

He stepped to the side to the two could walk in and he paid close attention the body language. They were obviously more than just friends but whatever, it wasn’t a time to dissect. “Come in! We’re in the middle of arranging a lot but I’m rather proud of how it looks right now. Isabella, you look lovely. Is that a Jewel Neckline? You look ravishing.” She looked like an idiot but that was besides the point.

Edward: Edward grinned widely as his friend opened the door. Inviting the two of them inside, "Hilarious, Oswald." He said, not being sarcastic at all about his friend's joke when he opened the door. "I have a joke too. Well, it's more of a riddle. What do you call a Penguin with a machine gun?" The riddle seeming to come out of nowhere, but Edward always had tons of them and this one he considered quite entertaining.

Oswald complimented Isabella and Eddie looked her over as well. She was quite beautiful, but that was to be expected. In everything she wore he found her ravishing. After a moment too long, he pulled his eyes away from Isabella. She was only his friend, nothing more. And he didn't want to give the wrong impression to Oswald. If she didn't mean much to him, Oswald wouldn't consider her a threat to their relationship.

Isabella: When the door opened, Isabella inhaled sharply through her nose, and forced herself to stay completely still. She looked at Oswald, and didn't smile at his over the top charade. It was easier to see him than it had been to see Edward for the first time, because he hadn't directly killed her. Her only unpleasant memory of Oswald was when he'd come to her apartment, to break up with her on Edward's behalf. But she knew who he was, and what he was capable of.

She walked past him, grateful that Edward was between them, and nodded once at Oswald's compliment. If they were going to play that game, then she could play with the best. She flashed him a smile. "Why, ​thank you, Mr. Cobblepot! And thank you so must for having us." She mocked his overly excited tone, jovial and exaggeratedly friendly, but her gaze was telling. Her smile didn't meet her eyes.

She glanced at Edward in disbelief, and realised that she shouldn't have been surprised. He used riddles to alleviate his nerves. She knew that. "Actually, Edward, that ​is​ more of a joke. But come on, Mr. Cobblepot." She turned to Oswald and smiled, a little more triumphantly than she should have. It was a stupid, childish, test. "What ​do​ you call a Penguin with a machine gun?"

Oswald: Oswald smiled even wider than Isabella as he greeted her into his home. The fact that he was doing this for Ed spoke volumes of how much he wanted to cooperate and if Factory refurbished Barbie didn’t get that then Edward really needed an eye opener. Not today. Today he’d be on his best behavior. He wanted to shower Edward and Polly Pocket with the greatest meal, compliments, and of course dessert.

“Thank you, dear.” He replied to the woman and grinned as he looked up to Edward. “I have no idea…” He looked over to Isabella, with a stern expression. “Some of us aren’t good at riddles you see. I leave that to someone capable like Ed here. But please…do tell!” He had been too stressed to even conjure up a reply. A penguin with a machine gun? That was him on a Saturday!

He took Isabella’s coat and passed it to his henchman. “Be careful with that. It’s fine quality.” And then he led them towards the living area. “Please have seat. Dinner should be ready soon. So, Edward, Isabella... How have you two been? Really.”

Edward: "You call him sir!" Edward gestured to the henchman, "At least he would!" He laughed, unable to stop himself. Edward did consider himself funny – he was probably the only one but that never stopped him. His grin stayed settled on his face.

Ed was happy to see Oswald and Isabella both behaving. Though it was obvious Isabella was uncomfortable, she was tensed up in the shoulders. He wanted to move behind her and curl his fingers around her muscles to relax them for her – but that was likely considered inappropriate. So he held off.

He walked after Oswald into the living area. Having a seat as he was told. "I've been absolutely splendid! This week has been incredible for me. Besides a couple of mishaps, of course." He boasted, glancing to Isabella for her answer.

Isabella: Isabella met Oswald's gaze, and was surprised to see that there was no challenge there at all. He must have been really trying to keep up appearances. If she wasn't so full of hatred and disgust, she might have been impressed.

She had about five seconds to realise that Oswald was reaching for her coat, and she mentally thanked Hugo Strange for implanting all the clones with impeccable poise. She fought every instinct, and managed not to flinch when he helped her out of it. She'd assumed that he would take it, and had the forethought to keep Joker's knife in her clutch bag, which she wouldn't dare put down.

Edward's joke was just as ridiculous as she'd expected, but she laughed weakly at it anyway, to keep up the game. Her laughter trailed off, and she stopped smiling all together.

At Oswald's request, they walked into the living area, and she waited until Edward was sitting down before sitting too. Her whole body was tense, coiled like a spring. She felt at a disadvantage, sitting when Oswald was standing, but she gripped her bag a little tighter, and kept her gaze trained on him. "I've been fine, thank you," she said, politely. "I ran into an old work colleague, which was a pleasant surprise. It was lovely to catch up with him after so long."

Oswald: Oswald genuinely laughed at Edward's joke. It was a nice way to move along from the awkward and from the lack of sincerity on both Isabella's and Oswald's behalf. He actually felt some guilt especially hearing that Edward had a good week. That caught his attention of course. Anything positive coming from the same friend that had been crestfallen just days ago was welcomed in Oswald's eyes. He might be selfish but his barriers came down for his old friend.

"A whole week? We must drink to that!" And he flashed an exaggerated smile to his henchman who practically slipped and fell when they made their way down to the cellar. Oswald would take care of him later. He shouldn't have to repeat himself. It was so hard getting decent help these days.

When Isabella spoke, he sat on one of the empty couches, crossing one leg over the other, listening to what she had to say. "Oh! How grand! I ran into an old friend too and now here we are! Old friends are always beneficial to keep. They know all our secrets." He winked at the woman, surprised that she even had any friends. Were drones even able to communicate? He wondered how that worked.

Edward: Edward smiled to his friend, he had been a good luck charm. Why, as soon as he came back, things seemed to start turning around for him. How strange.

"Oh!" He said suddenly hitting his head lightly with the palm of his hand. "I should have given you the wine at the door. How forgetful of me." He said, taking it out and passing it off to Oswald. He had been so caught up in his joy that this was happening that he had forgotten all about giving the wine to Oswald. What a disorganized mess he was!

His stomach had butterflies in them ever since they got to the door. Perhaps it was for Isabella. Some nervousness on her behalf. Edward had nothing to worry about in his best friend's house but Isabella was so tense.

He placed a hand lightly on Isabella's shoulder. Trying to bring her some ease. "Ran into an old friend...? Who?" He asked her curiously. Wondering if that old friend was from her life as Kristen made the smile he previously had fade.

Isabella: It was a small relief when Oswald sat down. Isabella knew that she was being irrational – Oswald's infamous moniker came from his limp, didn't it? Even if he did try to attack her from across the room, she would have been faster than him. Even standing, Isabella was taller than him. And yet, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders when he sat down and listened to her and Edward speak, apparently enraptured.

He looked completely at ease, but Isabella couldn't relax. She wasn't as on edge, now they were all sitting, but she was still sitting with a ramrod straight back, her knees crossed, and her hands clasped together on her knees, with her clutch bag in one hand.

She glanced to Edward when he held out the wine. Though she had seen him carry it the entire way here, she still didn't want to drink it. What if her glass was coated in something? What if something was slipped into her drink when she wasn't looking? She certainly wasn't going to drink the wine Oswald ordered from the cellar.

She just looked at him when he blinked at her. What was his angle? Was he genuinely trying to befriend her? It felt like he was being patronising. She gripped her knee a little tighter.

She was so distracted by Oswald's pleasantries, his odd attempt at a private joke, that she jumped a little when Edward put his hand on her shoulder, and turned to him. "I'm sorry?" she asked. "Oh. Yes. I ran into Jim Gordon at the coffeehouse." She turned back to Oswald, and her tone was decidedly colder. "I don't actually ​have​ any secrets to keep from the Commissioner, Mr. Cobblepot. He's just an old friend."

Oswald: Oswald pressed his lips together into a thin line. Watching Edward comfort the harlot from the blue lagoon proved to be almost too much for him and he decided he needed to loosen up to continue with this charade.

"No dear. Not to keep secrets ​from​. Keep secrets ​ with​." Seriously? How vapid was she? "Jim Gordon is a good man. I'm glad you two are friends. What about you Edward? What's got you so thrilled?"

His henchman finally returned with three glasses and the wine from the cellar to which Oswald rolled his eyes. "I change my mind. We'll have whatever Edward brought." And with that, Oswald handed the bottle to the other who then popped the screw off to pour.

Edward: Jim Gordon? He bit his lip a little. He was friends with Jim as well. He wondered if Isabella would tell him about what he had done. He let go of her shoulder almost awkwardly. About to ask her about what her and Jim had talked about when Oswald addressed him instead, glancing over at him.

"Oh!" His mood was beginning to brighten again as he thought about how his efforts at work finally paid off. He had done this on his own and fairly. And it only proved how great he was at his job and how his reformation really could work out for him. "I finally had an interview this morning for the position I wanted. I think I got it, he seemed extremely impressed by what I'm capable of. As he should have been, of course." He said, just gleaming. Finally he was seen for the impressive man that he truly was.

Isabella: Every time Oswald called her ​dear​ made Isabella's skin crawl. He'd done it twice already. She realised that she'd missed his point completely. She'd hardly been following what he'd been saying.

And that was when she realised she couldn't wallow in her own fear. It was distracting her, making her less sharp. Paranoid thoughts were clouding her judgement. In trying to weigh up everything Oswald was saying and doing, trying to spot the hidden meaning in his every word, she was neglecting to focus.

She tore her gaze away from Oswald, and smiled brightly at Edward, her genuine happiness at his news dampened by their present company. "Oh my, Edward, that's wonderful! I'm sure you've got it. That was the coroner position, wasn't it?" She remembered how much he had wanted that job back at the G.C.P.D., and she imagined that hadn't changed.

When the wine and glasses were carried into the room, Isabella cleared her throat a little. Who knew what Oswald's lackey had been ordered to coat her glass in, while he was out of the room? Was Oswald trying to back her into a corner? It would have been a little odd, but still within the realms of politeness, to refuse a glass of the host's wine. But to refuse to drink Edward's? He wanted to make her look paranoid. He wanted to make her look distrusting. Well, she wouldn't let herself be cowed by him.

She drew her shoulders back a little, and raised her free hand to gesture ​no​. "Oh, none for me, thank you, Mr. Cobblepot," she said, her tone civil, but barely veiling her coldness. "I honestly don't feel like drinking. But please, you two go ahead."

Oswald: Oswald was practically beaming as Edward expressed his joy over the interview. He had this. Sure Oswald did have a hand in the all but in the end, it would be Edward's skills that got him the job. "Well done old friend! Why I always knew you'd end up chief coroner. I hope you mentioned your experience in politics. They just love hearing that. We should toast then."

That's when Medusa spoke and decided to ruin the entire thing! "You're not drinking with us? Oh don't be silly, Isabella. It's a toast." Was she pregnant?! "Wait. You’re not ...?" His eyes flickered towards her abdomen. "I have non-alcoholic beverages as well..." Was this the motive for Edward's desperation in them meeting again? He was about to lose a week's worth of meals.

Edward: "Yes, chief coroner." He told Isabella with a smile. Glancing back to Ozzy as he congratulated him as well. "Thank you, my friends!" He said, including both of them. He was still pretty excited, though anyone could see Edward was far more superior then those he worked with. He was the only genius on staff. The only one remotely qualified for the position, in his opinion, anyway.

He was about to join in with Oswald, telling the woman he cared about to join them in a toast. Then – Oswald's over dramatic voice peaked again. Implying she was pregnant. Ed shot a look at her as well. The smile off his face again. Shocked at the mere suggestion of it.

"Isabella?" He had a million questions in his head and all of them needed answers, immediately. If she was pregnant, who did she sleep with? Was she seeing someone else? Why did the idea of that make him feel a pang of jealousy? He shouldn't be feeling this way. Isabella wasn't his. He swallowed, waiting patiently for her response to Oswald's question. "You're not even seeing anyone... right? Why would you be –"

Isabella: ​Don't be silly, Isabella.​ As much as she was loathed to admit it, was Oswald right? Was she being paranoid? But one look at him reminded her exactly of what kind of man he was. It wasn't paranoid to assume that the man who had orchestrated a train collision to get her out of the way would attempt to poison her.

She was about to explain that she just didn't feel like drinking wine, when he insinuated that she was pregnant.

Oh, god.

Was this another ploy? He ​had​ to know why she didn't want to drink anything, didn’t he? Or was she giving him too much credit? Maybe he didn't think she was smart enough to realise he might poison her.

She turned sharply to Edward, hardly believing what she was hearing. He thought she was pregnant? He believed Oswald's unbelievable accusation? She let out a disbelieving laugh.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous," she snapped, hardly wanting to warrant that ridiculous thought with a response. "Of course I'm not pregnant, Mr. Cobblepot." She had the sudden urge to cover her stomach, but stopped herself, and kept her hands together on her knees.

And righteous fury, which she hadn't felt for months, coursed through her again. She glared at Oswald, her head held high, and her entire body tense. "I'm just not going to drink anything from the glass of a man who orchestrated my murder," she said, in a matter-of-fact tone, edged with hatred.

Saying it was almost a relief. They had been acting up until this point, dancing around why Edward had organised this insane meet-up. But now she'd said it, and she didn't even blink as she met Oswald's gaze.

Oswald: Oswald swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat. Up until now he had been doing fine or at least he thought so. Even his henchmen had wide eyes staring at each and every one of them. Anyone from the outside would have thought this was the plot for a soap opera. In fact, he probably watched one similar to it when he was in Arkham.

When Isabella denied being pregnant, Oswald took a deep breath, gripping his cane and trying not to come off too relieved. When she explained her reasoning for her refusal, Oswald tilted his head slightly to the side, his gaze meeting the one of the sea witch.

"I see." He licked the top of his teeth, blowing some air into his cheek and then releasing it with an audible pop. "HAHA! Of course! Where's my mind? Once a murderer always a murderer my mum used to say!"

He stood up and limped towards the kitchen, away from his friend and the one that shall not be named. He pulled out a sealed bag of red solo cups from when he first moved in case he needed them and then waddled back into the living area, tossing the bag onto the stone coffee table. "It's sealed. I don't want you choking on a delicious meal because of me." Oh the irony in his words.

And with that, the cook announced that the food was ready to which Oswald replied "Bring it out then. I'll sample from each dish. Thank you." He didn't look back to his guest and took his seat at the table hoping they'd at least join him. He did this for Edward. Anyone else and the little idiot would be dead.

Edward: At Isabella's words, he felt disappointed in her for a moment, though he also understood it, he didn't like the way it was so suddenly said. But that couldn't really be helped either. He frowned. She had snapped at Oswald and glared at Ed for being insecure enough to believe she might have been with other people.

He wasn't keeping an obsessive eye on her. He knew who she hung around with, purely out of curiosity. There was that man who bought her new flat for her and who knows if she had other suiters at the bars she went to with Harley. He didn't know and he didn't want to judge. It was just – he couldn't possibly know if she was pregnant or not.

Of course she didn't look it but women didn't usually show physical signs or a baby bump until at least 12 - 16 weeks. He was glad, though. Relieved that she wasn't. He wouldn't know how to further their relationship if there was a baby involved, selfishly. Oswald's response to it, he was grateful for. He kept his cool and even came up with a solution for Isabella. Maybe some wine would make her feel better, more relaxed. His frown left his face as Oswald said he would taste all of it.

"Thank you, Oswald." He told his friend. Hoping Isabella would be alright with that. He cared about Isabella, liked her a lot more then he could say. And he was glad he wouldn't have to worry about her, or Oswald during the dinner. They would hopefully be keeping civil.

Isabella: For a moment, Isabella thought she was going to have to pull out Joker's knife. She didn't move a muscle, and maintained eye contact with Oswald. Rage coursed through her as he got up and limped out of the room. She looked at the cups suspiciously. This could have been a back-up plan, in case she refused to drink from his glasses.

But even as she thought that, she felt the fight go out of her. She couldn't out-think Oswald at every turn. She couldn't second guess his every plan. If he had done something to one of the cups before sealing them in the bags, she had no way of knowing. And he was going to eat the food before letting her eat it, just as she herself had done for Edward, when she'd nursed him back to health.

She was still furious that he'd asked her if she was pregnant, that he had put her in such a surreal and humiliating situation, and that he hadn't even acknowledged the fact that he had murdered her in the first place. But she didn't know what else to say about it. It was what it was.

"Fine," she said, bluntly. She saw Edward’s disappointed expression out the corner of her eye, and she couldn’t bring herself to care. Let him be disappointed in her. He couldn’t honestly expect her to go the entire evening without mentioning it.

Edward's thanks was pointless and ridiculous. Oswald hadn't done anything to warrant thanks, in her opinion. But she was tired. Her back hurt from sitting so tensely, and her fingers ached from gripping her bag, and her chest hurt from the quiet fear she'd been carrying with her. Edward wanted her to be polite, to forget what had happened.

So, with a quiet sigh, she stood up and followed them out of the room, still holding the clutch bag with Joker's knife in it. At least it genuinely seemed like Oswald wouldn't try to kill her tonight.

[airoasis]

"Competition Time" | Father Ted | Series 1 Episode 4 | Dead Parrot

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I see you’re capable Dougal in a position when you are Ted you like this Dougal k right here I come who’re you supposed to be Ted what are you doing you’re true are not able to go as Elvis you wait a second you’re Elvis as good what i do know is I acquired Elvis written on my again i don’t believe this little bit of a coincidence all correct there pleasant minds consider alike I feel i have been saying for the final two weeks that I was once going as Elvis ah that is usually where I got the idea that is first-rate this relatively is the primary all priest stars and their eyes look alike competition I concept I had a danger of successful I’ve even cleared an area for the trophy besides the one we acquired for coming 0.33 within the noodle championships as you confidently win Ted you in no way recognize and considered one of you run earlier than me I appear in Aegis every person will feel I copied the proposal of you well Ted to be fair no it’s a bit bizarre you happen to consider of it as good correct correct I just ought to go as mother Teresa again who’re you imagined to be Elvis i am Elvis i am Elvis i know you are Elvis father Woodall Elvis that’s the predicament a cup of tea within the afternoon you seem a bit of distinct father i am and a hair colour whatever no i’m Elvis Presley are you father not to turn up for the books anyway the ancient police look like show the next day oh now I see good I have got to say i’m looking forward to that is father Kiernan coming he is not going to be recognized he is a first-class laughs I remember final 12 months telling all his reports he had me in stitches you realize it is right what they say about chubby man isn’t it they are jollier than the relaxation of us they’ve a method of looking at matters he shot himself I suppose that’s more commonly the way with fat men isn’t us they laugh to hide the tears however you that is existence pleased one minute and the following I feel you simply go and shoot your self and that is that hi there ha Ted whats up dick Barney good day chica how are matters on rugged Island oh now not so bad you all set for tomorrow the competition what can we obtained planned I mustn’t say that’ll be giving you an talents mom Teresa no I do consider it probably yet another danger of successful this yr oh well do you particularly dick be aware of who is Eddie seem Dugan i am asking you a different time don’t go as Elvis huh appear i’ve been looking forward to this it for a while i know all the moves and everything and recollect who’s judging this 12 months excellent Henry Sellars no he’s coming right here Wow I did this dooble father performed is bringing him over I’ve not ever met a star earlier than you met the Pope did i do not do not forget when we run improper that used to be the boat felon residing within the technology of gallery the Vatican doing oh the equal i would not say is that famous person like in the proper sense of the phrase the Pope is God’s consultant in the world to loot you consider of you taller what like a significant you realize Henry sellers are available here which be aware of the Elvis crisis appear we toss first whoever wins can go as Elvis k all correct right heads or tails heads or tails Google hello no tears heads yes heads Google you must commission can you select between the 2 sorry about that head it simply got a bit of excited there i’m go once more heads or tails heads are you sure definitely fee tails heads tails heads Dugan heads dude mcountdown tails heads tails heads Google Google are you all proper Pam howdy i’m I in finding head i’m simply not the exceptional at making selections look Aram I let you know what we do you toss the coin i will take heads heads it is go forward toss it there fail to remember it overlook it sure good day Henry’s on fed again to you Monica for a five-factor query the capital of England is it the big apple London of Munich i’ll offer you a clue you live there Oh James you know I leaned on the button he is quality isn’t he lifeless Henry I need to be right here any 2nd are you excited Ted Henry retailers look at him they’re asking the questions stitch in time saves how many sorry London any thought why you left the BBC Ted I look Ted why do not you be Elvis for the reason that you suggestion of it first I suppose it’s only reasonable i’m going with mother Teresa i am sorry do it i’m being very selfish i am sorry you you goes never-ending no Ted it is now not reasonable on you you you had your heart set on it no seriously you go Xander’s quite pleasant thanks Ted except you’ll opt for to head as mother Teresa I no not rather anyway there’s just one mom Teresa and that’s you Ted thanks Doodle boy well at the least i will have the glory of taking good care of mr.Agents it is important that we be incredibly Nystrom that’ll reinforce our chances of successful are 100% we will ought to fill him up with food and drink till it is coming out of his ears and you can be high-quality to mr. Marketers won’t your father father you all right ah no now not rest room duck once more you already know what that does to you perhaps seeing the purple elephants again what number of fingers am i preserving as much as you if you’re no longer too dangerous by and large getting a Mewtwo with the aid of now that’ll be him that Henry oh god he is here good day there Henry Sellars father Ted real it’s a fine honor to have you ever right here mister oh and it’s lovely to be here too hiya father um sorry that is father Dugan McGuire Duggal say some thing to where mr. Sellars in how ancient are you he asked you mr. Sellars how old he that is quite all correct i’m 37 father this is father Jack Hackett hello father by father just gone for his stroll huh no is there whatever we can get you mr.Sellers and get in touch with me Henry good them if you had some thing to consume perhaps might be a sandwich mrs. Doyle some sandwiches hi there is there whatever fallacious along with your head do just right what no it’s simply his hair looks just a little doodle I did not say something it’s just Henry’s hair appears a bit of mad is his father accomplished with you oh sure she’s just bringing out their hee ha ha ha dad ha ha dartie just right to see it sit down down there it is advisable be on craggy Island once more ah god i haven’t visible you in a while I bear in mind the final time I used to be here we had that humorous incident keep in mind ha ha I believe I think you’ve forgotten all about us first a type of factor you know well what what what is that this what is this the final time father carried out was with us yeah father Jack misplaced his slippers first percent like he had us watching every father used to be if it is just like the form of factor you realize we determined them after a even as this was her pitch like oh Lord how long is the cardboard you are 4 hours with the thing I believe it need to be so what’s it like being a tv superstar haha good it have to it ought to be I must say Henry we’re simply so delighted to have you right here is there something else we are able to get you no no i’m great some extra solar no oh no no no no i’m quality obviously excellent thanks the whole thing k together with your hair discontinue talking about Henry’s hair i am sorry Haley it can be just your hair is so normal-watching do we are able to discontinue speakme about it it fairly is a wonderful head of hair anyway what I used to be announcing was whatever you want in any respect simply ask first we are able to get it for you there isn’t any challenge there and that i mean some thing something that you want whatever that you want there will probably be at all feasible for us to get you just requested for and i mean some thing there isn’t any quandary there Todd whatever good honestly i’ve been having a little bit of difficulty getting the English papers i’m wondering would accept the English papers whatever you wish to have anything else just out except absolutely the English papers good you shouldn’t have the number of a father dick burn at all you would be making mistake if you went to visit them oh good why is that father they’re lepers they are nepers the three of them are lepers rugged Island is a leper colony leper colony you are now not serious good no it is no longer leprosy whatever improper there you ever suppose how unusual it was she clergymen living on my own on an island like that oh no there is some thing now not fairly right there you would be at an advantage staying with us Ted might you inform me the place the older if you realize the older the historic hair is up the steps and it is fee under left haha it is a wig time for slightly nightcap on you’re strolling out of sandwiches I carry in some more yeah I won’t have a sherry thing don’t be silly now of course you no no no particularly I mustn’t how hard it can support you see no no it’s now not a good notion you go forward just a bit drop only a teeny tiny bit at present little bit of sherry phase someone because the de ireland doesn’t win the Eurovision tune Contest go on no no no fairly oh yeah go one go on don’t walk on one go on go on go on go on go on go on go on no seriously oh go on go on go on go on go on go on go on go on go on go on what a shout of bastards Oh Lord Ted why did you provide him a drink I didn’t comprehend this had occurred I wish it that is why they sacked him from that software he’s a terrible alcoholic he is been on the wagon now for a year oh my god Ted how was I supposed to grasp sack me I made the BBC I made it perhaps you may have a rest you can feel better an hour away from me contemporary the keys Suns long past forgot the mattress there’s certainly not ending on anyway i’m gonna kick myself you wanna fight huh bloody priests oh oh bloody sanctimonious scumbags definitely made my life a misery with so mother honey however are you definite you would not like to go to bed remembers itself a little bit longer ha ha bored stiff with you historical bastard i am getting out of here don’t you attempt to stop me it is proper what they say although isn’t it you should certainly not meet your heroes you’ll be able to handiest be upset assume if we weren’t have to get her back he’d be like Bigfoot besides he’d be a BBC tv presenter you see him they’re very the trees received him terribly sorry however the entire sergeant are no problem father i’ve been via it earlier than rock stars actors television personalities they go off to drink within the medications and they come over to places like this the solitude can get to them what happened to this fella he used to be first-class in the future and then he took a sip of sherry relapse that’s when there are most harmful correct you are ready i would like you to bang these together to be able to this that should scare a move to the woods so I take a clear shot on them tranquil lasered out father it’ll just put him to sleep for a bit nonetheless it seems a bit of severe it can be the satisfactory now we have best god this strikes a chord in my memory of Vietnam no no I mean you understand the film’s hiya wait let’s go it’s Jack I’ve acquired a clear shot of him father do you need me to get him no inexperienced persons go he make us all manner again oh my god my head oh there you’re Henry a excellent cup of tea what Oh oh my god the place am I what occurred final night I don’t forget having a sip of sherry nothing to worry about i hope I didn’t do some thing to embarrass your father Judith you are great Henry I count on that to be father dick bone you already know I type of suppose sorry for him although marooned on that island with these Eagles and there may be obviously nothing in fashioned without doubt nothing in fashioned whats up good day dick Ted we have been simply talking about you really yeah we were just saying how satisfactory you were really no hilarious dick I used to be just calling to make sure you are gonna turn up tonight why wouldn’t I flip up tonight good you understand possibly a bit of embarrassing to a come last again we’re all becoming lastic it can be you who’ll be coming final actually I advised her would have slightly guess on to those watch our cash where your mouth is Ted what are we talking about right here a pound two pounds 5 kilos five pounds what is the topic dick you scared course i am no longer scared five pounds it is see you tonight well i would higher go get myself cleaned up for tonight you realize brush my teeth strange FF a strange style of uncooked meat in my mouth that on a method that’s not right you are Henry five kilos I ought to be insane we’ve not a hope in hell why can not all of us goes over due to the fact that we all appear the identical Google anyway Jack will be in any moment looking for his afternoon drink there he goes bang on time Teddy appears very difficult we’ll must get him sobered up if he’s gonna do that contest no Dougal wait go away him i’ve an concept you know he looks a bitch like he won’t intellect me telling you this now ah no no no anyway Henry marks for father Carl very good i’m going to supply him seven out of ten that means that the lads from rugged Island are nonetheless in the lead with 9 out of ten so huge hand for Diana Ross and two of The Supremes Oh begin rejoice from but don’t forget we now have still got yet another X in the past oh sure so women and gentlemen please welcome pop tradition the stick with father McWhorter and father Hackett Elvis Presley was once a easy truck driver from the united states but someday in the Nineteen Fifties he invented rock and roll I cast off in Elvis grew to become noted then they pressured him into the navy then he came out and ten years later he came again with a comeback particular Elvis was again from then unto the top of his lifestyles he performed in Las Vegas and grew to be as soon as once more the king of rock and roll thank you i’m fasting Lord God Almighty three Elvises for to you with a final max first-rate intent used to be great thanks very much party 5 kilos Ted rough look dick do we no longer windy understand him by means of this yr the trophy goes to craggy Island I feel if each threat of successful subsequent 12 months you’re rather dead no man sir let’s go house i do know you said him speedily 20 of whiskey at house fun that’s ceramic dachshund awfully eejit isn’t he lifeless right here we are actually oh good on account that I failed to make a idiot of myself the last time I would as good have a glass of low-priced candy no do not fear father definite if I can not celebrate tonight so when can i the bastards what is going on on how dare they do that to me good there he goes again rip their head certainly not intellect we can appear for him within the morning anyway well finished again Dougal what’d you consider of the trophy that is first-class it’s all for the reason that the you Ted put it there

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I see you’re capable Dougal in a position when you are Ted you like this Dougal k right here I come who’re you supposed to be Ted what are you doing you’re true are not able to go as Elvis you wait a second you’re Elvis as good what i do know is I acquired Elvis written on my again i don’t believe this little bit of a coincidence all correct there pleasant minds consider alike I feel i have been saying for the final two weeks that I was once going as Elvis ah that is usually where I got the idea that is first-rate this relatively is the primary all priest stars and their eyes look alike competition I concept I had a danger of successful I’ve even cleared an area for the trophy besides the one we acquired for coming 0.33 within the noodle championships as you confidently win Ted you in no way recognize and considered one of you run earlier than me I appear in Aegis every person will feel I copied the proposal of you well Ted to be fair no it’s a bit bizarre you happen to consider of it as good correct correct I just ought to go as mother Teresa again who’re you imagined to be Elvis i am Elvis i am Elvis i know you are Elvis father Woodall Elvis that’s the predicament a cup of tea within the afternoon you seem a bit of distinct father i am and a hair colour whatever no i’m Elvis Presley are you father not to turn up for the books anyway the ancient police look like show the next day oh now I see good I have got to say i’m looking forward to that is father Kiernan coming he is not going to be recognized he is a first-class laughs I remember final 12 months telling all his reports he had me in stitches you realize it is right what they say about chubby man isn’t it they are jollier than the relaxation of us they’ve a method of looking at matters he shot himself I suppose that’s more commonly the way with fat men isn’t us they laugh to hide the tears however you that is existence pleased one minute and the following I feel you simply go and shoot your self and that is that hi there ha Ted whats up dick Barney good day chica how are matters on rugged Island oh now not so bad you all set for tomorrow the competition what can we obtained planned I mustn’t say that’ll be giving you an talents mom Teresa no I do consider it probably yet another danger of successful this yr oh well do you particularly dick be aware of who is Eddie seem Dugan i am asking you a different time don’t go as Elvis huh appear i’ve been looking forward to this it for a while i know all the moves and everything and recollect who’s judging this 12 months excellent Henry Sellars no he’s coming right here Wow I did this dooble father performed is bringing him over I’ve not ever met a star earlier than you met the Pope did i do not do not forget when we run improper that used to be the boat felon residing within the technology of gallery the Vatican doing oh the equal i would not say is that famous person like in the proper sense of the phrase the Pope is God’s consultant in the world to loot you consider of you taller what like a significant you realize Henry sellers are available here which be aware of the Elvis crisis appear we toss first whoever wins can go as Elvis k all correct right heads or tails heads or tails Google hello no tears heads yes heads Google you must commission can you select between the 2 sorry about that head it simply got a bit of excited there i’m go once more heads or tails heads are you sure definitely fee tails heads tails heads Dugan heads dude mcountdown tails heads tails heads Google Google are you all proper Pam howdy i’m I in finding head i’m simply not the exceptional at making selections look Aram I let you know what we do you toss the coin i will take heads heads it is go forward toss it there fail to remember it overlook it sure good day Henry’s on fed again to you Monica for a five-factor query the capital of England is it the big apple London of Munich i’ll offer you a clue you live there Oh James you know I leaned on the button he is quality isn’t he lifeless Henry I need to be right here any 2nd are you excited Ted Henry retailers look at him they’re asking the questions stitch in time saves how many sorry London any thought why you left the BBC Ted I look Ted why do not you be Elvis for the reason that you suggestion of it first I suppose it’s only reasonable i’m going with mother Teresa i am sorry do it i’m being very selfish i am sorry you you goes never-ending no Ted it is now not reasonable on you you you had your heart set on it no seriously you go Xander’s quite pleasant thanks Ted except you’ll opt for to head as mother Teresa I no not rather anyway there’s just one mom Teresa and that’s you Ted thanks Doodle boy well at the least i will have the glory of taking good care of mr.Agents it is important that we be incredibly Nystrom that’ll reinforce our chances of successful are 100% we will ought to fill him up with food and drink till it is coming out of his ears and you can be high-quality to mr. Marketers won’t your father father you all right ah no now not rest room duck once more you already know what that does to you perhaps seeing the purple elephants again what number of fingers am i preserving as much as you if you’re no longer too dangerous by and large getting a Mewtwo with the aid of now that’ll be him that Henry oh god he is here good day there Henry Sellars father Ted real it’s a fine honor to have you ever right here mister oh and it’s lovely to be here too hiya father um sorry that is father Dugan McGuire Duggal say some thing to where mr. Sellars in how ancient are you he asked you mr. Sellars how old he that is quite all correct i’m 37 father this is father Jack Hackett hello father by father just gone for his stroll huh no is there whatever we can get you mr.Sellers and get in touch with me Henry good them if you had some thing to consume perhaps might be a sandwich mrs. Doyle some sandwiches hi there is there whatever fallacious along with your head do just right what no it’s simply his hair looks just a little doodle I did not say something it’s just Henry’s hair appears a bit of mad is his father accomplished with you oh sure she’s just bringing out their hee ha ha ha dad ha ha dartie just right to see it sit down down there it is advisable be on craggy Island once more ah god i haven’t visible you in a while I bear in mind the final time I used to be here we had that humorous incident keep in mind ha ha I believe I think you’ve forgotten all about us first a type of factor you know well what what what is that this what is this the final time father carried out was with us yeah father Jack misplaced his slippers first percent like he had us watching every father used to be if it is just like the form of factor you realize we determined them after a even as this was her pitch like oh Lord how long is the cardboard you are 4 hours with the thing I believe it need to be so what’s it like being a tv superstar haha good it have to it ought to be I must say Henry we’re simply so delighted to have you right here is there something else we are able to get you no no i’m great some extra solar no oh no no no no i’m quality obviously excellent thanks the whole thing k together with your hair discontinue talking about Henry’s hair i am sorry Haley it can be just your hair is so normal-watching do we are able to discontinue speakme about it it fairly is a wonderful head of hair anyway what I used to be announcing was whatever you want in any respect simply ask first we are able to get it for you there isn’t any challenge there and that i mean some thing something that you want whatever that you want there will probably be at all feasible for us to get you just requested for and i mean some thing there isn’t any quandary there Todd whatever good honestly i’ve been having a little bit of difficulty getting the English papers i’m wondering would accept the English papers whatever you wish to have anything else just out except absolutely the English papers good you shouldn’t have the number of a father dick burn at all you would be making mistake if you went to visit them oh good why is that father they’re lepers they are nepers the three of them are lepers rugged Island is a leper colony leper colony you are now not serious good no it is no longer leprosy whatever improper there you ever suppose how unusual it was she clergymen living on my own on an island like that oh no there is some thing now not fairly right there you would be at an advantage staying with us Ted might you inform me the place the older if you realize the older the historic hair is up the steps and it is fee under left haha it is a wig time for slightly nightcap on you’re strolling out of sandwiches I carry in some more yeah I won’t have a sherry thing don’t be silly now of course you no no no particularly I mustn’t how hard it can support you see no no it’s now not a good notion you go forward just a bit drop only a teeny tiny bit at present little bit of sherry phase someone because the de ireland doesn’t win the Eurovision tune Contest go on no no no fairly oh yeah go one go on don’t walk on one go on go on go on go on go on go on go on no seriously oh go on go on go on go on go on go on go on go on go on go on what a shout of bastards Oh Lord Ted why did you provide him a drink I didn’t comprehend this had occurred I wish it that is why they sacked him from that software he’s a terrible alcoholic he is been on the wagon now for a year oh my god Ted how was I supposed to grasp sack me I made the BBC I made it perhaps you may have a rest you can feel better an hour away from me contemporary the keys Suns long past forgot the mattress there’s certainly not ending on anyway i’m gonna kick myself you wanna fight huh bloody priests oh oh bloody sanctimonious scumbags definitely made my life a misery with so mother honey however are you definite you would not like to go to bed remembers itself a little bit longer ha ha bored stiff with you historical bastard i am getting out of here don’t you attempt to stop me it is proper what they say although isn’t it you should certainly not meet your heroes you’ll be able to handiest be upset assume if we weren’t have to get her back he’d be like Bigfoot besides he’d be a BBC tv presenter you see him they’re very the trees received him terribly sorry however the entire sergeant are no problem father i’ve been via it earlier than rock stars actors television personalities they go off to drink within the medications and they come over to places like this the solitude can get to them what happened to this fella he used to be first-class in the future and then he took a sip of sherry relapse that’s when there are most harmful correct you are ready i would like you to bang these together to be able to this that should scare a move to the woods so I take a clear shot on them tranquil lasered out father it’ll just put him to sleep for a bit nonetheless it seems a bit of severe it can be the satisfactory now we have best god this strikes a chord in my memory of Vietnam no no I mean you understand the film’s hiya wait let’s go it’s Jack I’ve acquired a clear shot of him father do you need me to get him no inexperienced persons go he make us all manner again oh my god my head oh there you’re Henry a excellent cup of tea what Oh oh my god the place am I what occurred final night I don’t forget having a sip of sherry nothing to worry about i hope I didn’t do some thing to embarrass your father Judith you are great Henry I count on that to be father dick bone you already know I type of suppose sorry for him although marooned on that island with these Eagles and there may be obviously nothing in fashioned without doubt nothing in fashioned whats up good day dick Ted we have been simply talking about you really yeah we were just saying how satisfactory you were really no hilarious dick I used to be just calling to make sure you are gonna turn up tonight why wouldn’t I flip up tonight good you understand possibly a bit of embarrassing to a come last again we’re all becoming lastic it can be you who’ll be coming final actually I advised her would have slightly guess on to those watch our cash where your mouth is Ted what are we talking about right here a pound two pounds 5 kilos five pounds what is the topic dick you scared course i am no longer scared five pounds it is see you tonight well i would higher go get myself cleaned up for tonight you realize brush my teeth strange FF a strange style of uncooked meat in my mouth that on a method that’s not right you are Henry five kilos I ought to be insane we’ve not a hope in hell why can not all of us goes over due to the fact that we all appear the identical Google anyway Jack will be in any moment looking for his afternoon drink there he goes bang on time Teddy appears very difficult we’ll must get him sobered up if he’s gonna do that contest no Dougal wait go away him i’ve an concept you know he looks a bitch like he won’t intellect me telling you this now ah no no no anyway Henry marks for father Carl very good i’m going to supply him seven out of ten that means that the lads from rugged Island are nonetheless in the lead with 9 out of ten so huge hand for Diana Ross and two of The Supremes Oh begin rejoice from but don’t forget we now have still got yet another X in the past oh sure so women and gentlemen please welcome pop tradition the stick with father McWhorter and father Hackett Elvis Presley was once a easy truck driver from the united states but someday in the Nineteen Fifties he invented rock and roll I cast off in Elvis grew to become noted then they pressured him into the navy then he came out and ten years later he came again with a comeback particular Elvis was again from then unto the top of his lifestyles he performed in Las Vegas and grew to be as soon as once more the king of rock and roll thank you i’m fasting Lord God Almighty three Elvises for to you with a final max first-rate intent used to be great thanks very much party 5 kilos Ted rough look dick do we no longer windy understand him by means of this yr the trophy goes to craggy Island I feel if each threat of successful subsequent 12 months you’re rather dead no man sir let’s go house i do know you said him speedily 20 of whiskey at house fun that’s ceramic dachshund awfully eejit isn’t he lifeless right here we are actually oh good on account that I failed to make a idiot of myself the last time I would as good have a glass of low-priced candy no do not fear father definite if I can not celebrate tonight so when can i the bastards what is going on on how dare they do that to me good there he goes again rip their head certainly not intellect we can appear for him within the morning anyway well finished again Dougal what’d you consider of the trophy that is first-class it’s all for the reason that the you Ted put it there