*Walking out of the entrance to The Rowdy Trout, Murph lights a cigarette. Counting the money from the gig, he looks about quickly before pocketing it. Exhaling a plume of cig smoke he starts to head down the street humming..is that Chumbawumba? A small trickle of blood begins to run out of his left ear as he continues on his way ..you’re never gonna keep me down..