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Second City Firsts

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Second City Firsts Season 6, Episode 2: The Visitor

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'I don't know what muck you're trying to rake now... all I know is, I was his mother and nothing can change that.' Watch Second City Firsts Season 6, Episode 2 The Visitor in HD free online. Enjoy high-quality streaming of Second City Firsts Season 6, Episode 2 and share your thoughts in the comments below!

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Episodes

6 episodes
1

Trotsky is Dead

'It's as if the revolution was here again. They are storming the Winter Palace on my own doorstep.' In Palmerston Road, Reading, there is a crisis...
2

The Visitor

'I don't know what muck you're trying to rake now... all I know is, I was his mother and nothing can change that.'
3

Do You Dig It?

If you ought to finish that bathroom, but NATO goes on Nuclear Alert, and curious people appear at the bottom of your garden - you dig a hole to hide in, don't you?
4

Jack Flea's Birthday Celebration

Jack Flea finds himself living with a woman nearly twice his age, who decides to make him her fantasy child. It is a role our young hero cannot resist.
5

Black Bird Shout

Don likes to keep the memory of his childhood safe in cold storage, far away in Dorset. His mother's death forces him to return home.
6

Travelling Free

When I was young, only seventeen, I walked the hills and pathways green, I knew not of life; of care had none And the boy who loved me was tender, and young.