Christy and Malachy are a bit of sad pair tonight - Christy is grieving desperately for Floyd and Malachy is weighed down with other people's problems. Carol suggests a few drinks to take their minds off their troubles and the three have a night out in McCoy's. There's something about the repressed nature of Irish society that causes us to hit the bottle every time things get too difficult to handle sober. Also, that pub is like a f**king graveyard with kegs; how is that uplifting!? Anyhow, later over a few whiskeys Christy suggests Malachy move in with him. Elsewhere, Dermot is pressured to send in his resignation letter... with some pictures of him and an oily Filipino pool boy (probably).