Just a warning, this episode features drugs and lots of strong language.

And regrettably, hilarious content that will probably make you want to see us live in Sheffield on Sunday the 5th of July.

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Right, Alice, I've almost packed our suitcase for that trip to Wales. I can't believe we've worked together this long and we've never taken a weekend away together. This is so exciting. So definitely nothing you need from me? No, I've got all the essentials. Camping stove? Great. Sleeping bags? Oh yeah, too, good, yeah. Camping food, you know, like the sachets, the rehydrated stuff.

Oh, yeah, the kind of powder and it's like, is it mac and cheese? Is it casserole? Don't know. Who knows? It's the fun of camping. And 10,000 hits of LSD. Sorry, I mean, I don't want to be a square, but it's kind of crazy that you're taking that. Good point. We can eat at the pub. July 1975, plus chlucin Wales.

Gorgeous.

I thought I said whales perfectly.

Richard Kemp wiped a gloved hand across his brow.

Sweat trickles into his eyes as he leans over the apparatus spread across the worktop.

Across the room, Christine hurriedly packs away reflux condensers into cardboard boxes.

Come on, Richard! I'm not getting you fucking arrested!

Glancing up at the clock, it's nearly midnight. They should be gone.

He reaches for a pipette, tries to stop his hand from shaking.

I just need to check the purity.

He squeezes a droplet into a test tube, shakes the liquid, trying to speed up the reaction.

He spins as he hears the door latch.

It can't be,

but it's actually just Christine slapping a container closed.

Christ, Chris!

But turning back around, his sleeve catches the bench.

The tube shatters.

A sharp pain bites his palm.

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