Helen: What a pain, huh? Y'know, it was fine when I left this morning and now, look, it's pouring down. All you get here is rain, rain, rain. I wish I'd never left Madrid. Amy: Helen... Helen: I've no umbrella. I've got to walk all the way home and the last thing I feel like is washing this fucking dumb uniform! Amy: Helen, for God's sake! Don't you see what's going on? Roy is dead.