In which McManus meets a little omen in a crib, while Frank chooses between terrorist confessions.
In which McManus chooses a tie to match post-bombing official solemnity, while Delia worries about the booze.
In which McManus wakes up to bad news... and more bad news.
In which McManus enjoys a delightful soiree, frowns at Frank, and comes over a little funny. NSFW.
In which McManus is alerted to some less than covert surveillance. Plus, 18 tips for recessionistas!
In which McManus ponders the dark side, before a drink with Maggie lifts the load.
In which McManus challenges Frank about torturer job satisfaction, and recalls his favourite pop hits.
In which McManus looks back in anger, lets us in on some JFK conspiracy theories, and reviews the evening's telly.
In which McManus outlines his very specialist erotic/religious rituals. Don't try this at home. Please?
In which McManus jettisons some detritus and unearths (pun intended) the latest craze in gaming.
In which McManus has nouvelle cuisine, the promise of a hot date, and a Nicorette-related choking fit.
In which McManus actually gathers some intelligence, whilst burning calories and giving a Middle Eastern geography lesson. What IS that Manuel Estímulo up to?