Patient 6457 is dead. Patient 6459 has given birth to a child. Not a good Christmas for Roote.
Roote is the director of a well-oiled establishment for people who have lost their way. Knowledgeable in the fields of philosophy, philology, photography, phytology, phytonomy and phytotomy, he's undoubtedly a man with more than enough experience to be at the top. So when an investigation ensues to discover how a child was conceived on the premises, he is at the forefront of the operation, and it's his considered opinion that the mother had an accomplice...
But things are hotting up: how can Roote be expected to think straight, when everything's clogged up, bunged up, stuffed up, buggered up? When the snow has turned to slush?
Pinter's darkest comedy sparkles with wit and intensity. Bureaucracy, corruption, paranoia, and the futility of power lurk beneath a viciously deceptive facade of rib-cracking insignificance.