Series 1, Number 17

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Ashley meets Melissa.
Ashley: What happened?
Melissa: You had a spell and thought I was someone else. My name is Melissa. You still look a little woozy. Would you like to get some coffee?
Ashley: Okay, yeah. I know a place near here.

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Series 1, Number 16

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Ashley Has A Vision
Ashley: Emily?!? Is that you?
Melissa: Excuse me? Are you okay? Should I, like, call for help or something?

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Series 1, Number 15

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Outside Brompton Oratory . . .
Ashley: I sit on the stone steps with nothing much to do. I see it all before me. The days of love and toment. If you don't believe me, you can ask Saint Thomas.
Emily: Why do you look for the living among the dead?

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Series 1, Number 14

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"To know our enemies' minds, we'd rip their hearts,"
Edgar in King Lear (Act IV, Scene VI) by William Shakespeare.

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Series 1, Number 13

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I spy for the Spirit of Curiosity.
Every Elvis has her army.
So paste up pictures of those shrill and hollow girls.
Of course, red is the new blonde.

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Series 1, Number 12

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Ashley: Hello? Where are you?
Nicola: I'm right behind you. Wait for me yeah?
unknown in shadows: She's headed home, boss. Do you want I should follow her there?
unknown in office: No. We have what we need. That will be all for now.

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Series 1, Number 11

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I was walking home one afternoon in the Old Brompton Road.
I only stopped for a cupcake.

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Series 1, Number 10

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I practice Russian on the Circle line, 'Очень приятно.'
My tongue sticks to the cold consonants like tourist fingers on a postcard rack:
'Да благословит Господь землю.'
I'm a drink teenage girl laughing on a distant atomic playground.
Soon I will be safe and warm in the glow of your diplomatic immunity.
Nicola: 'My koshka! The cold war is over.'

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Series 1, Number 9

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Meanwhile, back in Kensington Gardens . . .
Maybe it's nothing. What? What? Or maybe, even then, impervious in London . . . could be a difficult thing . . . if you become naked.

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Series 1, Number 8

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Ashley Looks For The Truth
A gang of brave new world lads engaged us for an evening of masks and mayhem.
But these new media boys just want the same old in and out.
They search for the truth but it's all used up.

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Series 1, Number 7

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ASHLEY HAS A REASON
In the city or just outside, it's all the same.
Now I have a reason and I'm still waiting.

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The Ashley File

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The Ashley File

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The Nicola File

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The Nicola File

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The Silvia File

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The Silvia File

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The Victoria File

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The Victoria File

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Series 1, Number 6

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"Well then, the promised hour is come at last;
The present age of wit obscures the past."

"No mask like open truth to cover lies,
As to go naked is the best disguise."

text from The Double-Dealer by William Congreve

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