INT. APARTMENT. DAY. Low-quality daylight. Despite the squalor the room is furnished with antiques. A young man sits in one of several chairs. He isn't comfortable. He is wired. MARWOOD I'm going for a cup of tea. D'you want one? WITHNAIL (O.S.) No. INT. KITCHEN. DAY. Something must be done to maintain equilibrium. A hypnotic blue flame circles the kettle.

EXT. STREET. CAMDEN TOWN. DAWN. A boarded-up warehouse opposite. A clapped-out Jaguar parked outside a line of old dwellings. WITHNAIL I have some extremely distressing news. MARWOOD My God, it's a nightmare out there. WITHNAIL We've just run out of wine. What are we gonna do about it?

EXT. REGENT'S PARK. LONDON. DAY. Black railings against mist. Half a dozen wolves are hanging about, looking pissed off. WITHNAIL This is ridiculous. Look at me. I'm thirty in a month. Why can't I have an audition? I've been to drama school. I'm good looking.