Donovan and Murphy were staggering back to their digs having spent most of their weeks pay getting drunk. After a short while, Donovan finds out that he is talking to himself. He backtracked, calling out. "Murphy, Murphy,where the divil are youse?" He heard moaning and found Murphy,lying on his back at the bottom of a hole dug in the road by the pavement. Obviously he'd fallen through the safety barrier and could be in a bad way. Donovan rings 999 on his mobile and the ambulance operator manages to get the drift of things and says an ambulance is on its way. The operator suggests that Donovan climbs down the hole,keeps Murphy still and supports his head. "No problem,Oi'll do dat to be sure." The ambulance arrived and the medics ran to the hole wheeling a stretcher. As they approached, they heard chanting coming from the hole. " Two four six eight Murphys'head is doing great..two four six eight..."