Mark had pulled the car up in front of the building. He opened the door of his silver BMW for Helena, shut it once she was in. Getting into the car, he said, "Yes. Ted -- you've probably heard of him as Blacklight -- is robbing a bloody bank, and one of our actresses in it. He shook his head, scowling, his accent getting thicker. "Stupid wanker. If he needed an advance or something he should've come to me. Probably got back into gambling again and persuaded some other idiot to lend him credit."<br/><br/>"That's the problem with hiring these villains. They're big audience draws, especially for the kind of films we make, but some of them... the same kind of poor impulse control that got'em crime into the first place gets'em back innit. The smart ones, they're happy to have a job that lets'em pay for a flat and three meals a day, and gets'em sex on the regular. But too many can't manage to live within their means, and..."<br/><br/>He stopped and gave a long sigh as he pulled the car onto the freeway. "I'm sorry. I'm dumping troubles on you. I've sure you've plenty of your own. Everyone does in this business."