BOB We don’t have a pattern. It’s plain white. From the cash-and-carry.
BOB Paddy’s not here. And neither is Eve, before you ask.
He hangs up. Heads inside.
MACK (whispering) No, she doesn’t suspect a thing. Yeah, I know it’s Charity. But that’s the fun part, isn’t it?
CHAS (flat) Maybe I’m just appreciating the pattern.
He spots Chas through the window. Smirks.
BOB (glancing over) You’ve been staring at that mug for twenty minutes, Chas. It’s not going to confess.
