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Alcohol doesn't sound like a bad idea at all. I'm in.

Great! [claps his hands together] You're buyin' the first round, then!

As long as you're buying the second one!

Doubtful. The Gene Genie never pays for his own drinks. I'll have Tyler buy.

Gene? Is that your name?

I don't mind, as long as I don't pay for it all. I don't have enough double-dollars on me to last all night.

DCI Gene Hunt. Best damn copper you'll ever meet.

...the hell is a double-dollar?

You work for the Feds? ... That must be a very interesting job!

Er, it's money?

Feds? I work for Her Majesty, the great Queen of England, and the bloody great city of Manchester.

What kind of piss-poor currency is that?

It's perfectly fine money! Look! [reaches into an inner pocket, pulls out a double-dollar bill]

What's an 'England' supposed to be, anyway?

... [stares at him, the double-dollar, and back at him] ...oh hell, not another loonie bin.

What?! I'm not a loonie! You're the one that's not making any sense!

And how, pray tell, am I not makin' any sense?

You just talked about a bunch of weird-sounding places and said you worked for a queen! Shouldn't you be wearing metal armor or something?

[puts the double-dollar away with a faint huff]

Good to see your priorities sorted out, Guv.

I'm not a bloody knight, you daft git. I'm a DCI. More like a sheriff, really.

My priorities are always sorted out, Tyler.

Did you learn anything?

Not really, no. You lot here don't know your ass from your gut and I can't find any credible source of information. What have you been up to?

Investigating, of course. Met a few people. I've got notes. It's mad, Guv. One of them said he's from 1899. And he looks it, too. Oh, and you should be nicer to that young girl with the glasses - she's more technologically capable than all of CID. We can't just write them off as mad, though.

So you're a sheriff of that... Man-ches-ter place? I get it now.

Damn straight. Deputy to the law and best damn sheriff in town.

Haha, in that case, keep up the good work!

You sure he's just not in a coma and found himself wandering through the Looking Glass, there, Gladys? Got a little too sloshed off his rocker and decided a change of wardrobe was in order? [cuffs him upside the head] And what, that feisty little bird? Like hell I will.

[should file for assault! Instead, just rubs the back of his head] And there was another man with sharpened teeth who wasn't from here. A bloke in a cricketer's uniform who says he's in London right now. Fumie's a nice girl.

London? You know, I've heard rumours that there's some bleedin' hippie faerie movement goin' on over there. The Goddamn poofs, wouldn't put it past 'em to self-mutilate. Unnatural bastards. And she can be nice all she wants, I'm not treatin' her any different, Tyler.

And then there's the man who can make himself radiate gold light. Oh, and Guv? It's worth noting that if you stay here for ten minutes, and then return to Manchester, no time seems to pass. It's as if everything freezes while you're gone.

... [just...covers his face] Right. Glowing. Makes sense. [slaps his knees and begins pacing, since there's nothing to kick, sadly] What the bloody hell is going on here, Tyler?

[runs a hand through his hair] I don't know, Guv. I really don't know. I thought -- but they would have told me, wouldn't they? They always do.

What the hell are you on about now, Tyler?

[continuing on with his crazy talk] But if I've gone even madder, and we can't rule that out, why would you be here? Well, no, if you're - and it can't be an overdose, they've never affected anyone else, and there was nothing on the radio or through the telly, even if that girl-- [oh right, Gene's here. Here's to hoping that Gene will shrug it off!] Uh... I really don't know, Guv. But why haven't you picked up your phone? Annie rang me to say you hadn't been in and that you weren't answering your telephone or your radio.

[right. well, Sam was apparently bloody well loony and Gene was about to say something when he's interrupted by that little tidbit of information] What are you on about? Nobody's called me yet save Ray askin' where the bloody hell you'd gone, leavin' a case file out and your coffee on the table. When did she ring you? That little tart. She would go runnin' to you to lie about me, wouldn't she?

I would never leave a case file out on the table. Especially not when Chris could knock my coffee over on it. Why would Annie lie? She rang this morning, said there was a murder and they couldn't find you. I went to look for you here, but time stops here. So it can't be that you're here.

There's a stiff and nobody told me? I haven't heard a damn thing, Tyler. [glares] All right, you're comin' with me. Tap your shoes, Dorothy, we're headed back to Kansas.

I'll be right there, Guv.

Hmmm? Playing? What game?