An arrogant, high-strung professional "cleaner" hired to help Arthur with a "problem."
Inside No. 9 is not for everyone. It requires your full attention. It will betray your trust. It will make you uncomfortable. But for those who step inside, it offers something rare in modern television: the genuine shock of the new. An immaculate, nasty, hilarious, devastating little miracle that reminds us that the most frightening door is not the one that leads to a monster’s lair, but the one that leads straight back to ourselves.
You will laugh. You will flinch. And then, as the credits roll over a static shot of that empty room—Number 9—you will sit in silence, realising you just watched two actors, a few props, and a brilliant script achieve more in half an hour than most shows do in a season.
To watch Inside No. 9 is to participate in a secret. It is to know that for thirty minutes, you are in the hands of masters who value your intelligence. They will lie to you, misdirect you, make you laugh at something monstrous, and then quietly break your heart. And you will thank them for it.
Starter episodes (accessible, exemplary)