Dr. NoSleep (host)

Let's focus on that.

Big Man glares for a moment longer, then shrugs his huge shoulders and shakes off Skinny Pip's hand.

All right, we'll do it the calm way.

The two men walk inside the flat and close the door behind them.

They find the old woman in her kitchen, pouring water into her kettle from the faucet.

She smiles at them, but there's no warmth in it.

Take a seat, boys, she says, nodding her chin at her small couch and two chairs in the windowless front room.

She sets the kettle on its base and flips the switch.

Get comfortable.

We ain't here to get comfortable, Big Man says.

We're here on business.

Business you have with Mr. Dorchester.

Business he'd like finished today.

Today?

How ambitious of him, the old woman says as she prepares three cups for tea.

She walks to her fridge, opens it, and sighs.

Big Man frowns and starts to say something, but Skinny Pip points at him and says, No milk for us.

Skinny Pip presses the air with his hands.

Big Man shakes his head in protest, but then sits on the couch, taking up almost the entire space.

Skinny Pip plops down into a chair.