Helen and Lee. Sweet, isn’t it. Dollies. Posters. A drum-kit.
She’s going to stab him and, having learned from her mistakes, she’ll get it right this time (it’ll take a bit more force, Rob having been a bit flabbier than the incumbent eejit). Her attempts to frame Henry will fail on the grounds of force exerted and a couple of other inconvenient forensic findings.
Life sentence. Chokes on a warder’s biceps.
Uncle Johnny pulls a Princes in the Tower manoeuvre.
Tom raises an army. So does the mouth-breathing clod. Tom’s army stick sausages in their hats, being not entirely au courant.
Forces join battle… where?