Gavin McAlinden's production makes it feel as if you are snooping on a therapy session a few feet away from you. This, though, is no conventional therapeutic encounter. Vicki Fifield's design, a grubby office littered with empty bottles of alcohol and crammed with books, not to mention a couch on which Paul McGann's handsome, dishevelled King likes to sprawl, suggests the distressed therapist himself needs treatment.