All language subtitles for The Darling Buds of May s02e05 Season of Heavenly Gifts 1

Come on then.

Here we go, cat.

Hey,

cat.

Cat.

Hey. Jack.

Oh.

Yeah, okay. I'm coming.

You boys.

Here he comes.

Good boy.

There he is. Oh, look at you.

Oh, no.

Edith in her element.

Nothing like an epidemic to get Edith on
the go.

Edith, look at that.

Sheik. He pushed her. He can't do it.
You've got to tell him. You've got to

him. He pushed her.

Wasn't it?

Excuse me. No. Look, mate.

I just stepped out this queue to take
this one to the lab.

Call of nature.

Now, do you want to make something of
it?

Do you want a sore head as well as a
sore arm?

No.

No, Pop.

Oh, you've explained the situation.

Oh, Pop.

Go take it, Pop. Great.

Go on.

Don't you stand up. All right. All
right. Leave it to me. Leave it to me.

sort it out.

Well, it may be just the hot weather,
but it's a bit chancy, I think, leaving

them in the queue with all the other
kids.

Better have a word with Dr Kelly.

What about the rest of the family?

Victoria and the twins, they were done
at school.

Charlie, well, he always had his done
regular when he was at the tax office.

And, well, Primrose, she's not here.
She's in France visiting her friend.

Oh, brave girl.

The water's undrinkable.

All right, just wait a moment and you
shall see what you shall see.

Larkin? Charlton?

Come forward, please.

had his scratch.

Do you know, he remembers when smallpox
claimed the lives of thousands of people

before the turn of the century.

Those were the days? It must have been
absolutely ghastly, people were dropping

those flies.

You can't be too careful.

Oh, by the way, the campsite's
absolutely marvellous. Thank you both.

My sisters are tickled to bits and
sleeping in tents on their own doorstep.

Wait to get under canvas.

Ah,

Dr. Can... Mary? Yes? This is the Larkin
family. Hello.

Oh,

yes, the children with the rash.

There you go.

Right, let's have a look.

Yes, certainly. Here he is.

Let's have a look, then.

Whereabouts? Seems to have been cleared
up.

What, on both of them? Well, it's
probably only...

They can go.

Come on, you lot. Get down here and fill
in.

You lot, get back up there in the
sickbay.

Come on, keep this exercise going.

The thing there is, aren't the jabs?

Help circulate the blood.

Lacey, you're flagging.

You, come here.

Come here when I say.

I never built up muscle that way,
Larkin. You're puny, what are you?

I said, what are you?

Puny. Puny what?

She only said... That's better.

We'll soon have you acting like a
sailor, Larkin, even if your name is

Montgomery.

Get fell in!

Just go through, Mr Tilly.

Find a cubicle.

And a doctor will come and give you the
vaccinations.

Thank you.

Thank you very much, Doctor. It wasn't
too painful. Good.

Now, look, you might experience a little
bit of inflammation over the next day

or two. Nothing to worry about. It just
means that the vaccination's taken,

that's all. Did it have a bad effect
with the baby? Oh, no.

Oh, well, that's good news, then. Right.

You know, it actually can be more
painful for adults.

Really? Yeah, particularly swelling
under the armpits. The armpits, eh? Yep.

Sounds to me as though the cure's worse
than the sickness.

He doesn't know he's in trouble.

His

engine's

conked out.

Maybe he managed to land.

Yeah, maybe.

Here, Mum, hold that, will you?

You two stay here. I want to take a
look.

What, Herm? Oh, glad to see you're in
one piece.

Thought I might find a pile of scrap.
Yeah, very nearly pranked. Yeah, I saw

coming over those trees there, Circle.
You knocked a few conkers off, didn't

you? Absolutely, old man.

Thankfully, the lady lifted a skirt when
I asked her. Oh, better bother with a

blocked fuel pipe.

Put her up with some cheap French
aviation muck.

Algerian, actually.

Over in the 2K.

None too well filtered sometimes.

You know, I was just... Oh, bear with
me.

As long as you're okay, sir, that's the
main thing, isn't it? Oh, tip -top.

I've been in worse groups, you know.

Yeah? Up there in 1940.

You're in the Battle of Britain, sir?

Absolutely.

Oh, how marvellous.

Tell me something. What do you say, kind
sir, if I was one of those long -legged

players? Yes, sir, long -legged.

Jolly decent of you, Mr... Larkin.

Sidney Larkin. Ah.

Wing Commander Honeyman.

Honey to my chums. Here you go, sir.

Wing Commander, eh?

Still in the Air Force, then, sir? Oh,
heavens, no.

Hang on to the Winko handle, that's all.

Comes in useful with bank managers and
hotel clerks, know what I mean? Yeah.

I think I'll get you a trip, sir.

Oh, well, this is very nice.

Very nice to see one of these up close.

Nice -looking little kite, I believe you
call them, sir? Oh, when she flies,

when she flies.

You haven't by any chance seen any
Rothers around?

Police?

Would you like me to get them for you,
sir?

Heavens, no. Last thing I want.

Always a fuss when a plane makes an
emergency landing.

Then the custom boys come running like
hounds, sniffing after the fox.

As a matter of fact, you could do me a
favour, huh?

Why, how do you mean, sir?

Have you got a vehicle?

Oh, yes, I have. I've got my truck. It's
in the line down there, sir.

First class.

See, I need to lose a bit of weight for
take -off.

You see those crates? They're not really
that heavy.

Just some kitchen utensils I bought in
France. Well, they always make the best

kitchen stuff, don't they?

But every ounce made count.

Now, is there any chance you could take
them over to my place on your truck?

Yes, of course I could, sir.

I'd have to take my family home first.

Where is your place?

Stop the music!

Stop the music!

This is appalling.

Can't we even rehearse without Mrs Mops
mopping and chatting and ruddy

hoovering? Now, Desmond, remember, these
ladies, they have a job to do. They're

only getting paid two bob an hour.

Far too much.

Far too much.

And what's this?

Another country bumpkin comes our way?

Wipe the muck off your boots, I hope.

Desmond.

What can I do for you?

Sorry, I've just come to deliver some
boxes.

A delivery?

Didn't you read the notice?

Tradesman's entrance round the back.

Don't know their place, these rucks.

Look, I'm sorry about this.

He's in a bad mood.

He hasn't had his lunch yet. And you've
got a nasty hangover.

Shut up. Excuse me, I'm sorry, but I've
only just come to deliver some boxes,

that's all. Well, no, yes, there's the
very man.

Fred, who spent most of the morning
reading The Sporting Life and phoning

I'm sorry you're running to this age at
first. What can I do for you, sir? It's

just that I've got some boxes on the
back of my truck.

I've got to deliver their kitchen
utensils from France, I believe.

Oh, right.

We'll go on and load them now. Oh, fine.
Good.

It's just that I bumped into the wing
commander on the... Cor, what a pong.

Shh.

Ow!

Sorry. Charlie.

We're nearly there.

There's some metals over here.

Oh, no.

No, no, you've missed them. It's all
right.

Can I open them yet? Nope, we're nearly
there.

All right, you can open your eyes.

No, no, no, no, no.

Well?

Well, what?

We're in Mrs.

Kinthley's hop garden.

Mm -hmm, and our bungalow's just over
there.

Mm -hmm.

Well, since her husband died, Mrs.
Kinthley's been renting out her fields

other farmers.

But her capital's running a bit low. So
Mrs. Kinthley and I have done a little

deal.

You and our son are looking at the
prospective owner of our very

own hop garden.

Charlie! That's wonderful!

You didn't tell me!

Hello, Mrs. Kinsey.

Charlie, just tell me the news. It's
wonderful.

However, I'm afraid we're trespassing.

Nonsense, as far as I'm concerned, Mr.
Charles, and the up -garden is yours.

And that seems to be yours, too.

So

your

governor's fixed his engine, then?

To a dab hand with a spanner.

Wouldn't catch me flying in that bucket.

Huh? Too many screws, Luke.

Like the pilot.

sir. All your batteries to cuisine, sir.
All safe and sound. Absolutely bang on,

Larkin. You struck me as a dependable
type. Thank you, sir.

So, you managed to get the old kite
aloft then, sir?

Here's the cake. And no sign of the
enemy.

Now then, one good turn is this, eh?

Do you smoke cigars, Mr Larkin?

Oh, yes, yes. I'm very partial to a good
cigar, sir. Thank you.

A box of Monte Cristos for Mr Larkin,
Fred.

Am I right? A vegetable bottle of
scotch. It'll be a pleasure.

Thank you. That's very nice of you, sir.
I wonder, could you make that a bottle

of brandy, sir, if it's possible?
Because I'm very, very low on brandy.

Five star, Fred. Thank you. Very good of
you, sir. Thank you very much.

Mr Larkin, there's a horse called Blue
Moon. Sure, sing Monday, 3 .30. What do

you pray, 3 .30? Thank you very much,
Brendan.

Perhaps you and your family would care
for an evening at the club.

Dinner on floor, sir?

As my guest, of course. That's very
generous of you, sir. Thank you very

indeed. Oh, yeah, all the family, you
said. We'll look forward to that. We'd

like a nice night out.

Three new sleeping bags, mate, for my
own fair handling. Thank you.

Junior.

And Victoria.

I remember this so well. Really?

It's coming.

Mrs Charlton.

Oh, no, that's my daughter, Mariette.

Marcus Cope.

Do you?

Actually, it was Mr Charlton I should
have wished to have spoken to. Oh, well,

you want the bungalow. That's just over
there behind those trees.

But you can't go that way. You'll have
to turn round here, then you go back up

the lane, turn right, then you go on a
bit, and then there's a field with a

horse in it.

You go right there.

Then there's a dip. It sort of floods
when it rains. And then it's sort of

of you, really, in the trees. You can't
miss it.

Oh, thank you so very much.

Oh, it's you.

You're the one.

How's your arm?

What can I do for you?

I heard you were up this way around
dinner time.

Me?

Oh, no, not me, no.

Oh, a bus driver.

Old Harry Fagg, you know.

He reckons he thought he saw you parked
in the lane up here.

No, it must have been a mistake, because
I haven't stopped since I got up first

thing this morning.

At the same time, he says he saw a plane
land in a field just back there.

A plane land in a field, eh?

What's this all about? Is it about this
smallpox scaling, is it? No, no, no, no,

no. These two gentlemen are customs
officers.

They do?

I think it may have been smugglers from
France.

Really?

It's on the increase.

What is it they're smuggling?

The leprechauns have turned your...

Kitchen utensils.

Into booze and fags during the flight.

Here you go. Thanks, Fred.

Sorry I can't help you, gentlemen, but
remember the words of Lord Nelson.

England expects every man to pay his
duty.

Thanks, Fred.

Oh, uh, family keep him well?

Thanks. Oh, yes. Yes.

All right.

Over a year, you see, I've been keen to
do business with Mrs. Kinsley.

To purchase her farm, everything.

Farmhouse, barns, cattle sheds, host
houses, all her fields, everything.

What's that got to do with us?

Charming young lady.

I have had architects drawing up plans
for the conversion of the host houses

for the redevelopment of the surrounding
land.

And it has cost me a great deal of
money.

Well, that must be one of the hazards of
your business, Mr. Cope.

And then you come along, and she
promises to sell you the hop field

garden.

Excuse me.

Um, in Kent, we call it hop garden.

Hop garden.

Thank you. She promises to sell you the
hop garden right in the middle of the

whole estate.

Yes. So that she can continue living in
the farmhouse as she has done for over

50 years. Such a foolish old woman.

Well, she happens to like the
countryside the way it is.

You see things differently.

I stand for progress.

My solicitors have offered Mrs. Kintley
a large sum, well in excess of anything

she could hope for.

Or the normal farm property transaction.

She could retire.

To the Caribbean.

But no.

She refuses.

She persists in her strange wish.

To stay on in her primitive abode.

Mr. Cope, will you please come to the
point?

Ah, Mr. Charlton.

I am prepared to offer you what you like
on it.

A non -involvement fee to pull out if I
deal with you.

Do you mean a bribe?

No, Mr Charlton, I have poor command of
English. I do not understand such a

power.

I'm afraid I can't accept your fee, Mr
Cope.

This land is as good as mine.

Oh, not yet, Mr Charlton, not yet.

Ah, hello there.

How are we all?

Oh, hello.

How's your arm, all right?

All right, Charlie boy.

Perfect, thank you, Pop.

Mr. Cope is just leaving. Oh?

Think it over.

You could sell your bungalow and buy a
real house. The kind you'd build.

Harriet said they were trying to scare
you off. Buy me off, Pop.

Ill -fed the land to hastening ills of
prey when wealth accumulates and men

decay. Oliver Goldsmith, no?

Oh, yes.

His name is Marcus Kop... Kop...
Koboldigug, or some such funny name.

he's ex -Polish army officer, turned
property dealer.

He was responsible for those nasty
little shops down there in Ashford.

Apparently he doled out more backhanders
than Lou owned.

This is house.

stage, though.

Have we picked the right campsite?

Do we run the risk of being bitten to
death by midges if it's humid, or

if it rains?

You make it sound like the Burma Road,
Miss Filchester.

The Burma Road.

I like it.

Yes!

Well, I'll show you how the shower
works, shall I? Yes. Now, where's Zinnia

Petunia? Would you fetch me a bucket of
water, please, girls?

I saw one just like this in a film about
a Japanese prisoner of war camp.

Now, what you do first is take the
direct pump.

Direct pump.

Direct pump.

And fill the cistern from the galvanised
bath full of water.

Galvanised bath full of water.
Galvanised bath. But to save time, I'll

bucket of water for now.

Thank you very much, girls. And fill up
the cistern with...

Stunned you proud, Charlie.

I'm afraid it's a little bit heat
-throbbing, Chris.

No, it's just not wrong.

Bit of a backwoodsman's our Charlie boy.

Well, I didn't exactly have the same
scope in the tax man.

Now, Pop, if you'd pass me the
adjustables.

Adjustables.

Adjustables.

I'll slacken off the pivots and away we
go.

And once you've done this, Miss
Pilchester, all you do is pull on that

pole.

No, no, not now!

I brought you a hot drink.

In case you catch cold.

Well, thank you very much. It's very
nice of you. It's a bit of cocoa, I'm

afraid. We don't run to anything
stronger.

Oh, you're absolutely ghastly. Your
shirt's ringing wet.

We must light a fire and see if we can't
dry it. No, no, no, no. You haven't

started the camp yet.

Don't need to go to all that trouble for
me.

Oh, nothing's too much trouble for you.

Drying your shirt would be a pleasure.

Well, in that case, I'd like a little
thank you in advance.

Oh.

Yes, please.

Is there anything else that needs doing?

Come along, girls.

Can't you do anything with that fire?

What's happening with the tea?

Why aren't you two girls dressed?
Quickly, off with you now.

Quickly now, come along, girls. Take off
this straw.

I don't know why you see them.

Made in pole method.

Warmed in a straw pit overnight.

It cooks slowly.

Oh, it's lumpy.

Breakfast

nearly

ready.

Just one today, Pop.

Oh, right. Thanks, Ernie. Oh, yes.

All right, then. Yep.

Cheerio.

Cheerio, more, there you go.

What are they doing to you?

Mmm, that smelled good.

Funny having breakfast.

All the more for us, eh?

Yes, just one letter.

Addressed to Mr and Mrs Sidney Larkin
from Cadet Montgomery Larkin,

HMS Davenport Chatham. Wow, Monty!

You hear that?

Your father's going to be a sailor!

Well, here it is, Mark.

Montgomery's first letter home. Oh, how
it is.

Oh, bless him.

Come on, Mark. Hey, hey, come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on, don't take it
like that.

Now, tell you what.

You read it first, eh?

Go on.

Yes. Oh, yes.

What was

that? Postman, it's arrived.

Confirmation from Mrs Kinsley's
solicitors on the sale of the hop

Charlie. Me and Blenham are really proud
of you.

And we'll get a top grower.

Yeah, what we've got to do now is raise
the money.

Do you know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to go into the bank and take
the manager out to lunch.

Right.

Right, that new suit with the wide
lapels looks smashing.

White shirt, I think, always looks nice.

I'll run the iron over it later.

Hey, give him a call now.

Right.

Do you think I should?

Go on.

No,

even so, it's not right to leave your
friends.

Right, I'll fry up a fresh lot.

Thank you.

I'll get the eggs.

Where are you off to now?

I'd better make breakfast for the whole

troop to look like Edith can cope.

He's looking after you.

No.

You know, I'm still not sure we could
go.

I remember the name Honeyman. It was on
the list of local tax defaulters. Oh,

Charlie. Just because you've had lunch
with a bank manager, you've become more

moral. Well, all I'm saying is it's
dubious.

Well, it could be.

All right, then.

Dubious.

Maybe Pop did accidentally get involved
in the smuggling.

But he... He can't insult a Battle of
Britain hero, can he?

And besides, it's all on the house.

My God.

You are Pop's daughter, aren't you?

Right, now we'd like to sing our
favourite song, and I'm sure it's your

favourite song.

Burlington Betty from... That's a
champagne. Get us in the mood.

I don't like this place.

As Raymond Chandler would say, it has
the whiff of moral turpitude.

Turp, turp, turp, turp.

Oh, yes!

Well,

they were really exercising their tom
swords.

Well, it isn't. Yes.

Gin and tonsils.

Drunken country yokels.

Well, that's very insulting, isn't it?
Is it? Yes. Well, everyone insults them,

Philly. Even Charles Dickens.

He said Kent was nothing but apples,
cherries, and fat women.

Yes. Yes.

He said they don't have brains between
the ears.

They have hearts.

I don't know how he puts up with that,
dummy. You can hardly get a word in

edgeways, can you?

Say

goodnight,

Desmond. Goodnight,

Desmond.

Well, thank you very much.

Goodnight.

It wasn't me, it was Desmond.

It may certainly was not.

You think, boy?

Look, I'm warning you. You go on later
with your lips twitching like that and

you're fired. Drop dead.

Oi, oi.

Why isn't it stuck anymore?

I don't know. Was it?

Good evening.

Lady.

Gentleman. Perhaps you've had a chance
to think it over, Mr Charlton.

I can't say that yet.

I believe I was addressing your son -in
-law.

I'm afraid my answer's still the same,
Mr Cope.

But it doesn't make any sense to turn
down my offer.

You can always buy another hop field.

A garden.

A hop garden. Mr Cope.

Mr Charlton.

Why don't you find yourself a piece of
land that would benefit from your kind

development?

Perhaps in another county.

Oh, Mr Charlton. Yeah, that's a good
idea.

Like the other side of the estuary, the
Essex Marshes.

No, no, all you need is a little bit of
drainage, you know.

It's very droll.

Yeah, and we're very hungry, Mr
Kopnichik.

You're interfering with a private party.

Thank you.

Oh.

If you'll excuse me, ladies.

Tell it again.

He didn't like you using his real name,
did he?

No, I never do.

Roll down, Charlie.

Roll down.

Shouldn't he be here by now?

You must have gone into the club, sir.

You go round out here.

I'll check inside.

Right -o.

All right, Maltrone.

Where's the rest of it?

Rest of what?

Money, Mulcrone. We saw you collect it.
We followed you here.

Oh, no, I just come here for a drink.

Don't give me that, Mulcrone. You're a
safecracker, a Peter man.

Have you any depth in a place like this?

Search his car.

Sir.

Ah, there you are.

Steak. Oh, certainly.

It's a bit all right, this, isn't it?
Here, come on. There you go. Look, come

on, Charlie boy. Get that down, yeah?
I'll order another bottle.

You sure we should? The wing commander's
been awfully generous.

He did everything on the out, didn't he?
That's right, yeah. It'd be rude not to

have another bottle.

Wait, another one, please.

I wouldn't mind the empty bottle. It'd
look lovely as table lamps.

Oh, I love you, too.

Reminds me of Humphrey Bogart.

Imagine if he was in this club, eh?

Mean.

Scared of nobody.

Here, look at it, you kid.

That's amazing.

Oh, wouldn't it go on?

Isn't that lovely?

Yeah. Oh, you say that. Oh, hey, oh,
there we are.

I can get used to this, you know.

Next thing you know, we'll be in them
gossip columns.

Here is a picture of Sid and Flo Larkin
living it out in the Acer clubs.

Thank you, thank you very much, Jess.

It's all right, love, it's on the house.

No, Winkum on the honeymoon, he said,
everything's on there. That's fine,

Oh, here he is, Fred.

Fred. Good evening, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you very much, Fred. Thank you
very much for the tip on that horse. I

didn't dream well out of that.

Very nice to see you again, Mr Larkin.

Especially with your lovely companion.

Oh, I've met more of you.

More? Flo?

This is Fred.

How do you do, ma 'am? Come and sit
down, have a drink.

about this whatsoever. Believe me, I've
never seen him before.

No sign of the back, sir. Excuse me, I'm
talking to my... He can't have gone

into the club with it. We were right
behind him.

Right.

I don't know who he is.

Do you know most of your customers quite
well, do you, sir?

Well, of course, Inspector.

They have to be members or guest members
to drink after hours.

Look here, what's the info?

Two weeks ago, there was a wages snatch
at a nylon stocking factory in Peckham

Rye.

The thieves blew us safe and got away
with nearly £30 ,000.

We believe Barry Mulcrone was the
ringleader. Been following him for days.

And do you think he came here with the
proceeds?

We're almost certain he was here for a
share -out with an uncle. His uncle?

No.

The man who lines his pockets without
dirtying his hands.

The backer who finances such jobs.

This is a law -abiding type, Inspector.
We don't encourage criminals.

A cigar?

No, thank you.

Well, it certainly isn't me setting up
these robberies. I can barely afford my

own wage bill. Am I arranging to steal
someone else's?

I'm worn out.

Oh, sorry.

Bam just ran one number into another.

Well, I'm glad to see you're getting
your money's worth, Charlie boy.

Getting your money's worth.

Well,

you know what I mean, in any manner of
speaking.

Well, aren't you and Mara having a
dance?

Oh, we're going to dance to this
rubbish.

Oh. Well, we're not going until you have
a dance.

No.

Now, you talk.

Yes. Come on, then.

Oh,

come on, let's dance again.

No, no, I can't do this.

Right.

That was nice.

Smashing, wasn't it? It was really,
really different there.

Listen, I'll tell you what. Can you hold
on?

I'll tell you what.

I'll meet you out by the car, because
I'm going to go and say thank you to the

Winko for his hospitality. All right.

I am driving us home.

Oh, hello, Fred.

Winko! Winko!

Sorry,

it's just me. I've just come to say
thank you very much for your

because we're taking it off.

Heading back to base, eh?

Yeah, we must fly.

Roger that.

See you again, old man. Yes, Mr Larkin,
see you again.

Oh, no.

Tell you what, it'd be a waste of your
time.

You have an unsuccessful mission.

You ought to choose a different target,
old man, eh?

Eh? Tally -ho?

Trocks away.

Honey, old man, what did our friends in
blue want?

Well, a chap they found and arrested was
apparently involved in a robbery at

Peckham Rye.

Really? Did you hear that, Martin? They
think he had the money with him, but

they can't find it. Not that this had
anything to do with me, of course. This

a respectable club. Oh, I'm sure it is.

However, Wing Commander, not that this
robbery has anything to do with me.

But if you hear one whisper...

about where that money might have got
to, you contact me most immediately.

Message received and understood.

Roger? Well, I advise Mr.

Tilly here might have to cut off your
little French imports.

I told you on the phone.

I've got something to tell you that
might be useful.

Tea?

Could I have a whiskey?

At ten in the morning?

Well, this had better be good.

Here you are.

Happy?

Please, begin.

It only came back to me this morning,
what happened last night. He was blind,

drunk.

Well, I went outside for a breath of air
between the shows.

Nobody could see me where I was sitting,
but I could see them.

What did you see?

Well, this bloke.

He drove into the car park.

yes and then he hid from two other men
that arrived

but before they caught him he got rid of
the bag

there well he was hiding behind another
car

with an old car

Anyway, he must have put the bag in this
other car just before they caught him.

Honey, which of your customers has a
vintage yellow Rolls Royce?

Oh, that's the damnedest thing.

They know anyone with an old crock like
that.

Certainly not a club member.

I don't know about you, Oscar, but that
squeaky driving me mad.

If we want to drop a hole on it, that's
what we want.

And here is the oar.

Now then.

Here,

we'll soon have that fixed.

Hello.

Hello.

I don't know.

What is it? I'll have a look.

I make it £29 ,480.

£29 ,480.

£29.

I feel the need of a drink coming on.

I think that everything seems to be
coming to us from up there at the

I mean, when you think about it, first
of all, there was that aeroplane, right?

And then there was that horse, that
Silver Moon.

That cost me 150 quid. And now we've got
this old oar full of money falls right

into our lap.

The question is, whose money is it?

What kind of money?

What do you mean?

Well, honest or dishonest?

I've never read nothing about it in the
news. Nothing about it on the wire?

In the telly?

The obvious thing is to hand it in to
the police.

Just like that?

Yeah, there may be a reward.

It may be.

And then again, maybe not.

No.

I have to think about this very
carefully.

And not rush into things.

You... Surely don't intend keeping the
money. No safekeeping, Charlie boy,

safekeeping. You know, that's what I
mean.

Look, why don't we all just sit down for
a minute and I'll tell you what I

think. Right. Come on, everybody take a
seat.

Now, what I think is that we ought to
hang on to this

for a day or two while we decide.

And then in the meantime, if anything
happens... Well, we'll find out, won't

Eh?

You see, the thing is, look, all right,
supposing that that is someone's life

savings, and in that case it goes back
straight away.

But just supposing that that is funny
money.

What's that?

Funny money, the sort of money that will
do nobody any harm if it never turns up

again. You mean put it in your own
pocket?

No, I don't. I mean, put it in my own
safe.

Just for a while.

We'll see what happens.

Sounds perfect.

Sounds great.

Sounds perfect.

Perfect. Perfect.

Perfect.