Somewhere between the murk of Glasgow's dens of iniquity and the polished drudge of suburbia lies the Pantheon Theatre. Here, the mysterious Polly keeps the keys to panacea. Here, dashed hopes and creeping fears effervesce, carried away with the roars of the crowd and the help of her designer pharmaceuticals. Here, lives are lost, and lives are remade to order. Polly's clientele are all seeking escape: from boredom, from misery, from guilt, above all, from themselves. She can offer a nepenthe, she can chase away sorrow, but she extracts a terrible price. Her customers may be on the brink, but the show must go on.