Douglas: You know Arthur, our destination has a very familiar name...

Arthur: Abu Dhabi?

Douglas: No...

Arthur: Boston?

Douglas: No...

Arthur: Cremona!

Douglas: Arthur, are you just going through the alphabet?

Arthur: Yeah, I am actually -

Douglas: Of course you are. But, seeing as our destination is in Ireland, I doubt it's any of those.

Arthur: Well, what is Douglas?

Douglas: Now, put another comma in that sentence and you're correct; we're going to Douglas in Ireland.

Arthur: ...

Douglas: Are you alright?

*Door opens, then closes*

Martin: Morning.

Douglas: Good morning, Martin.

Arthur: ...

Martin: Arthur? Arthur, a-are you alright?

Arthur: ...

Martin: Douglas, what did you do to Arthur? Successfully found his off button?

Douglas: Sorry to disappoint Martin, but no. I told him we were going to Douglas and he just... froze.

Martin: Why on earth -?

*Chair knocked over, startled yell from Martin*

Arthur: Brilliant! We know a saint!

Martin: ...

Douglas: ...

Martin: I know that would make great sense to you Arthur, but would you mind explaining?

Arthur: Well, they name places after saints, don't they? Like... Ottery St Mary and places like that.

Martin: Arthur, Douglas isn't a -

Douglas: *Overly dramatic* Oh, my cover is blown. My dear Arthur, you have been far too clever for me.

Arthur/Martin: Really!?/Douglas, no!

Douglas: Oh, my son -

Martin: Douglas, get you're hands off my face.

Arthur: And Martin's you're son! BRILLIANT!

Douglas: Er, no Arthur -

Martin: *Groan* Oh, God. You're going to hell, Douglas.

Douglas: No, I'm good friends with Saint Peter.

Martin: *Muttering* That's not even how it works...

Douglas: *Whispering* And how would you know?

Martin: I - I -

Arthur: I can't believe we work with a saint, Skip!

*Door opens, then shuts*

Carolyn: What's all this about saints?

Arthur: Mum! Douglas is a saint!

Carolyn: Oh, Lord...

Martin: Arthur, Douglas is having you on. He isn't a saint, he's more likely to be the next king of hell...

Douglas: Now Martin, you need to have a little faith -

Carolyn: Douglas, stop this nonsense. Arthur, the closest thing we have to a saint is a Martyr; and that's Martin. Douglas steals, he lies, he cheats and he calls himself a Sky God; if he's a saint, I'm the Easter Bunny.

Arthur: Oh. That would be -!

Martin, Douglas and Martin: Brilliant?

Arthur: Yeah!