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: Neither has any. They attempt to cook a chicken they can’t catch and face "lashing rain" and "empty cupboards".

Desperate to escape the squalor, they decide to visit Withnail's wealthy and eccentric Uncle Monty to secure the key to his country cottage in the Lake District.

“I can’t breathe in here, Withnail,” Marwood croaked, his voice thin from a week of toast and cheap gin. “The walls are sweating. I think the sink is developing a sentient consciousness.” Withnail and I

The rain in Camden didn’t just fall; it colonized. It seeped through the ceiling of the flat, turning the stacks of unwashed plates into a miniature, greasy archipelago. Marwood sat by the radiator—which provided about as much warmth as a drawing of a fire—clutching a copy of The Stage like a prayer book.

Withnail, draped in a floor-length tweed coat that smelled of damp dog and desperation, didn't look up from the bottle of lighter fluid he was eyeing with dangerous curiosity. “It’s not sweat, it’s character,” he barked, his eyes wide and bloodshot. “We are actors, Marwood! We are meant to suffer. Though I admit, I’d prefer to suffer in a room that doesn't smell like a dead Irishman’s socks.” The Plan for Salvation : Neither has any

: Monty, a man who famously prefers vegetables to flowers—calling the latter "prostitutes for the bees"—is easily swayed by Withnail’s dramatic lies.

The "idyllic" getaway quickly turns into a battle for survival against the elements and the locals: “I can’t breathe in here, Withnail,” Marwood croaked,

: They head north in a battered Jaguar, fueled by a "near-lethal cocktail of alcohol and drugs" and Withnail's insistence that they have gone on holiday "by mistake". A Disaster in the Countryside