In which Oscar falls off a stool, which he pretends was intentional, before obtaining the sort of confession that priests would be thrilled with.

In which Oscar wonders who was responsible for ruining both his suitcases and the hotel he'd left them in, before attempting to run the perpetrator over when he finds out.

In which Oscar returns to his hotel and vomits in a gutter alongside some police officers doing the same, before ruining an armchair with the sort of stench that strips sinuses.

In which Oscar is humiliated by a horrid old crone in a hotel foyer, before having his dinner interrupted by a retired doctor with only one eye and a penchant for ambiguity.

In which Oscar Teabag-Dooven tries not to regurgitate his breakfast into a bucket, before stumbling across a young revolutionary who's keen on using buckets to highlight political injustice.