All language subtitles for Boon s02e05 Taken For A Ride

Hello.

Yeah? Ken Boone, Texas Rangers.

Oh,

you're the dispatch company.

Your package.

Where's it going to? Address is on the
front.

Albion Fire Trucks. Send us a bill.

They make fire engines.

That's right.

Yeah, I worked on one of them. A year.

Used to be a fireman.

Oh.

I reckon that old engine saved a few
lives.

Brilliant engineering.

Yes.

Yeah, well, I'll ferry off then, eh?

Yes.

Nice big place you've got here.

He's on his way.

Let's go.

Cold night.

to you.

You've been in an accident. Are you
feeling all right?

I've lost my package.

One of them bloody hit -and -run
drivers, I bet.

Yeah. Yeah, he did hit me and run.

And he smashed your bike, look.

Bloody liberty.

Where were you going, eh?

Um... I think I'd better take you home.

Come on, you come with me. No, come on.
What about white light? You should be

tucked up in bed with a nice cup of tea.
Go on.

Stick it in the bushes so no one nicks
it.

Ken Boone, I reckon we've got the right
bloke.

Are you happy in what you do?

Can you go left here?

Left? I asked, are you really
fundamentally happy?

I've left all that behind me.

My past life, London, my manager.

Oh. He's got repulsive little fingers,
my manager.

Like cocktail sausages.

And in between each of them, he sweats.

Great trickles of sweat.

Really? Can you go right here?

Right.

It's not because of him, though, I'm
leaving.

I've sat down and I've had a think to
myself.

Sandy girl, I've said, where are you
going?

You know what I mean?

Yeah. Shouldn't I be taking the clothes
off for a reason? I mean, I'm

successful. Very successful.

But there's more to life.

Ethiopia, nuclear fallout, unemployment,
than undressing.

Yeah. People think that I'm only
interested in page three.

I have a glance at it, but I always read
on. Turn the page.

All the heartaches, wars, disasters.

Wait a minute. What exactly is it you
do?

I'm Sandy Trembley.

The page three.

I'm incognito. No one must know I'm
here.

More local news now, and tonight there
still seems no way into the troubles of

Albion Fire Trucks, one of the black
country's main employers.

Victims of repeated rumours of foreign
takeover bids, the ailing giant has

pleaded unsuccessfully with the
government. for support.

However, influential local MP and
director of Albion, Sir Freddie

promises a press conference in four
days' time to announce the winning bid.

Also, he says, the public will have the
first glimpse of Albion's world -beating

prototype, the Victory Fire Engine.

Who, however, are likely foreign
bidders? Well, at this stage...

Very funny, but tell him I didn't
appreciate the joke.

Two other contenders for Albie in
Pothman Automobiles of Germany and a

management workforce buyout consultant.
Hurry, I've got to hit. Somebody knocked

him off his bike.

You're all right, mate. Here.

I'd better call the doctor.

Go on, you should sit down. All right, I
just had to leave the bike on the

roadside. Yeah, well, what about the
police? We'd better inform them, hadn't

Give us the phone, mate. Look, mate, if
it's the bike you're worried about,

never mind. I can get a tow truck later.
Somebody hit my cargo.

And what's the number? Albion Fire
Trucks.

Albion? Albion. That's all right, I've
got it here. Look, she wants a room.

What? A single or a double?

Single, Harry, of course.

Well, I was just asking, mate, that's
all.

Yes, if you'd like to come with me. This
way.

Yeah, can I speak to the computer
department, please?

Right. All right.

Er... Your name, please?

Elsie.

Elsie? Yes.

Elsie Smith.

Right.

Thank you, Miss Smith.

Well, perhaps I could recommend one of
our deluxe rooms, Miss Smith, with en

suite bathroom and full English
breakfast. I want one with a chair.

Well, all our rooms have chairs, Miss
Smith. Oh, a proper chair.

One that I can sit in for long periods
of time with a nice view out of the

window and some writing paper.

Oh, and a pen.

A pen?

You do have money, Miss Smith.

Money?

What do you mean you don't want to call
the police, Dr Davis?

I mean, this bloke nicked your property.
He knocked me about.

Yeah, well, it better be good. That's
all I can say.

All right, you're ten o 'clock tomorrow
here.

Private functions, special conferences,
things like that. That's where you make

the real cream in the hotel business.

I mean, only last week I had a special
do. The Worshipful Order of Water

Buffaloes.

Something up, Ken? No.

You should be in bed with a nice cup of
tea.

Yeah, right.

Could I have my key, please?

Yes, yes, of course. Number seven. It's
on the first floor. I'll ring for a

porter. Oh, don't worry.

I'll take it out myself.

See you in the morning, Ken.

Yes, sir.

Right, now then.

Bike repairs, bike removals.

Do you know, I've got the feeling I've
seen her somewhere before, but I

No.

Is there something you feel you should
be telling me, Ken?

Yeah, there is, actually, Harry.

Just make that whiskey, will you?

Forget the tea.

What the bloody hell's going on? Get in
the car, Mr. Boo.

Why weren't the police informed?

Don't you read the papers?

Not if I can help it. If you did, you'd
understand that Albion has very good

reasons for keeping things quiet.

Now, please, get in.

I'm taking you to meet Albion Fire
Truck's Managing Director, Mr.

Flatterley. Mr. Ed Flatterley.

See, they brought their body back for
burial, then. No, Debs, actually. Kemp's

all right.

Only someone's nicked his front wheel.

Save your breath. Harry told us all
about it.

Hey, what do you think?

What are you going to use that for?

Marking pastry.

I'm not going to be rabbiting on the
radio all my life, you know.

I'm going to be a spats rider, too.

In fact, if White Lightning's not back
on the road, it might be sooner than you

think.

I don't want any questions asked in
Parliament, and I don't want anything

to the Monopoly's commission, right?

Oh, well, you've got to go now.

So keep it from the leader writers, and
remember, I pay you to piss in other

people's boots and not my own.

Mr. Boone, come on through.

Mr. Boone, the Freddie Black.

Yes, I know.

You're the local MP.

I've seen you on the telly kissing
housewives.

Usually babies, Mr. Boone.

Sit down. We have business to conduct.

Speak to her, Freddie.

Mr. Boone, Ken.

We represent the senior management of
Albion Fire Trucks.

You're doubtless aware times are very
difficult for our great company.

Our great...

British company.

Various bids to take us over are coming
in at a time of great delicacy.

To ensure Albion is held at the best
possible price to the best possible

we have to ensure that Albion has the
best possible assets.

Bear with me, please.

We're taking you into our confidence
here, Ken.

Over the last few years, Albion has
developed...

A revolutionary new firefighting
technology.

It's been incorporated into our new
victory prototype.

Small command vehicle, totally
automated.

It's years ahead of all the competition,
but the whole system relies upon one

extremely sophisticated computer
program.

A program Dr.

Davis here has designed.

That program... Was in the package I was
carrying.

And without it, interest in buying
Albion is likely to evaporate.

Along with several thousand jobs.

So we would like the disc to reappear.

Pardon? We would like you to arrange for
the people who paid you to lose the

disc to... Pay him.

We are prepared to pay you £5 ,000.

£5 ,000?

Are you on the level?

I am an MP, Mr Boone.

A half now and a half on delivery of the
package, which you say you lost.

I don't have the package. Why are you
accusing me?

Mr Boone, Ken... The police.

Get the police. I have just explained.

Matters are so delicate, Albion cannot
afford any publicity.

I don't credit the 5 ,000, Mr Boone. I
regard it as a straight business

Got far bigger fish than you on the
payroll.

Yeah, well, I just don't like being
called a thief.

What happens if I refuse?

It's a funny thing.

Ed and I share the same prejudice.

An extreme dislike of scruffy people on
noisy motorbikes. What's that supposed

to mean?

Don't let's waste time spelling out the
wise and wherefores, Mr. Boone. We'll

find ways of putting your tent pod
operation out of business in a month.

The disc by Thursday.

Before the press conference.

what's going on in there. You can just
get into the car, Mr. Boo. Why?

I can't talk here. It's difficult.
Please, get in.

So what's your part in all this, then?

I designed the control program for the
new system.

Yeah, but you're not senior management
like those two.

I have their complete trust, though, as
you saw.

Who's he working for, Freddy?

Who?

That little rumpoon.

Who's paying him?

The Germans?

Oh, God knows.

You can never tell any automobile
business.

All your rivals circling like sharks,
waiting for one second of weakness.

Sounds like the House of Commons.

What the hell, Freddy? This deal is what
the company needs.

And it ain't gonna do you any harm
either.

Or you.

Maybe we should pick that a bit of
pressure on Mr. Boone.

Up his backside.

There's also a bit from a large German
multinational, a very strong one, 320

million.

Oh, yes, and finally there's one from a
management workforce consortium.

They've raised 250 million from some
merchant bank.

And Slattery and Blackton are part of
the consortium.

Mr. Blatterly and Sir Freddy, is that
you on the best part of the wheel,

What's your part in all this?

What's that?

What?

Thank you.

with the same white lorry. Yeah, one of
those with the tinted... And yours comes

back for a second bite.

You can't touch one cent of that money
they're offering you, Ken. I'm trying to

explain to you two, if you want this
place to survive, we've got to

But it's dangerous.

Imagine what we could do with five
grand.

Count me out.

Debbie. Look, while you two wallies are
going round Brum looking for the big

white whale, somebody's got to man the
telephone and give you a message.

Oi, with five grand, I could build me
mum a sunroom round the back.

The sooner you men are replaced by
microchips, the better.

Ken,

you know that white lorry?

Yes.

You reckon it was customised?

Yeah, it was. It had black lines and
things all round the edges.

I've come across a place that does that
sort of thing.

Are we taking a shortcut through
Sturtsley? Well, you know what a

through Sturtsley can turn into.

Yeah, a bit on the longish side.

Would you want to take a look?

Go on the back of me commando.

Yeah.

Yeah, come on.

Okay. Can I have a word?

They've withdrawn the bid?

Not anything.

Then we'll just have to think of a way
around the problem, won't we, Ed? He was

definite.

Albion's price is too high for his
people.

They're going to have to see something
before they'll come up to the

table. There's always the prototype.

The prototype?

Ed, listen.

If their technicians have a chance to
look at it uninterrupted, they're bound

be impressed.

And think of the effect on Albion's
share price if we announce the prototype

been withdrawn.

The press will buy that.

They will if we give them to understand
it's been withdrawn because of bad

workmanship.

And boom.

So take my advice, Ken. I've nothing to
do with it. The politicians, the big

men, the living world's so immense you
can't even imagine.

You hear me?

Ken! I never knew Sturdy had so many
dead ends.

Sturdy's one big dead end, mate. We
should try living here.

And that must be it down there.

That bloke in the yard said it was just
past the marzipan factory. You sure?

I've got a sweet tooth, boss.

I'll never forget a marzipan factory.

Come on.

This is the land. Look, that's where it
hit me.

Huh?

That's him.

What's his name?

One of those men.

I'm going in. Do you want me to cover
you?

Of course I do. Come on.

Oh, smell the marzipan in here.

That factory next door turns out 50 ton
a day, do you reckon?

Nothing. I'm gone.

Dan, can't look at this.

That is the package.

Got me a dress on it.

What are we looking for?

That is what we're looking for.

It's important that I speak to Mr.
Slatterley.

I want to know why he's asked for the
prototype to be taken out of the

And where's he taking it?

Ask him to call me as soon as he gets
in.

Where's he going?

Where's he going?

Did you let him go?

That maniac

on the Honda looked like Debbie.

It was Debbie.

Say, Blimey, you see the mess was in
here? You lot make pigs look particular.

Cool. Look at this.

And don't you come in with no mud on
your boots, neither.

Sorry.

Messages. Was that Debbie out there on a
bike?

So many jobs come through, she decided
to go and do them herself.

So you're better, eh? Yeah.

I'm manning the radio.

What's she told me?

Got a cup of tea?

Debbie told me about your search, Ken.
Yeah? I think it's very important that

you find that disc.

The jobs, the happiness of a lot of
households rest on you getting that

We found it.

Well, at least we think we have. I'm
really dying for a cup of tea.

You'd better try it on your friend
Derry's computer.

It's the only way we'll know it's the
right one.

How do we know this is the right one for
his machine?

Well, we won't find out hanging round
here, will we? Come on.

Well, you've done all right for yourself
there, boss. Not bad.

She's just like me. Mum really looks
after you.

Oh, remind me to meet your mum sometime.

Get stuff for all Britannia. Are you
sure you can work this?

Of course I can.

I've got big brains too, you know. Well,
this is not a proper programme, is it?

It's what's on that disc. I know all
about electronics, Ken. The paper I work

for has gone over to computers and they
teach everybody how to use one of these.

I even had to go myself.

Can't work out why Thatcher and his mate
want this back.

Oh.

Good evening.

Mr Crawford. We were just using your
computer.

Yes, well, I didn't know you could play
tunes on it. I've got to go.

Yes, well, don't let me detain you, Miss
Smith.

And I trust the chair in your room is to
your satisfaction.

Oh, yeah, great.

I've just got to the public library.

Well, Cairn, perhaps you'd like to
explain?

I mean, despite my heartfelt advice on
the subject just a few hours ago...

You're obviously continuing to dabble in
matters beyond the reach of your tiny

mind. Harry, I've found the disc.

I'm sure it's not the one they want.

Look, then, I've told you. Leave it
alone.

Now just take the disc back to the Yank,
collect £5 ,000 and say ta -ra.

Davis.

It's got to be that bugger Davis working
for somebody else. Look, Ken. Now, Ken,

listen. Come back. Ken!

Ken!

Oh, dear.

Mr. Boone.

Dr. Davies, I think you've got some
explaining to do.

I've got some explaining to do.

I don't like being leaned on.

I don't like being knocked about all
over the place, and I don't like being

accused of stealing things which I
didn't even have.

You had this here all the time, didn't
you? Mr. Boone, let me introduce some of

my colleagues.

Mr. Atkins, Mr. Quinn, and Mr. Bailey.

Sit down, Mr. Dean.

There. Thank you.

Come on, then. Get on with it.

The 1929 Albion pump.

The ladder is made from ashwood felled
in Shropshire, constructed at F .W.

Fish's Stowbridge.

The chassis riveted at Bates Foundry,
Castle Bromwich.

My granddad worked there.

Fabricated at Bloxwich.

The engine is made by Albion.

And the piping and tubing come from
rolling mills in Howes Owen, Wensbury.

Simpsons rolling mill, that work.

Uncle Ted worked there. The brass work
came from Perry Bar.

And the paint was mixed at Dudley.

Foster's. Me dad courted me mum behind
the Terps tank.

That's where I come from.

You see, Ken, that whole beautiful
machine is the Black Country.

It sprang out of the spirit of the
people.

Twinnie's right.

That's our birthright.

That's what people can create when
they're given a chance.

People might stick Michelangelos and Da
Vinci's in art galleries, but when they

want to put fires out, they come to us.

Or came to us.

Who are you?

Representative of the Management
Workforce Consortium.

We want to buy up Albion Fire Trucks.

It's our firm.

And I thought you worked for Blackton
and Slatterley. Slatterley and Blackton

are doing their best to destroy the
consortium. If they knew I supported

Are you working behind their backs? Yes.

And I'm proud to.

A fair chance at a fair contest, that's
all we're asking for, Kev.

Well, perhaps you could start by
explaining to me all about that disc.

Anyway, I don't know the full story.

Slatterley and Blackton wouldn't let me
in on it. But I know they wanted that

program stolen.

And that's why you were chosen.

Not a normal security van.

So someone or other could get a look at
it, see how much Albion is really worth.

And now they've been stopped that way.

They've arranged for the prototype to
disappear.

Tell the world it's not working.

Why? So the real vehicle manufacturers
lose interest.

Our price plummets on the stock market,
and we're ripe to be picked up and torn

apart by any passing asset stripper.

Ken, we've broken our backs to get this
firm back on the road.

And now just as we've come up with a
world beater, they flog us off down the

river. Put us up for public auction and
refuse to disclose who the other bidder

is. We've got to find that prototype
before the press conference on Thursday,

Ken. Let the British people know we
still make the best fire engines in the

world.

Well, what are you going to do, Ken?

Help them or us?

I don't know.

Honestly, I don't know.

If we don't find that prototype, they'll
ruin us.

3 ,000 of us on the dole.

This was all twisted about when we found
it.

Mate, that's mine.

I thought I'd take it off and mend it.

Used to work at Meriden, did Stan,
before they closed it.

Before they got swamped with Jap bikes.

I was lucky to get a job at Albion. Aye,
listen, mate, thank you.

Used to be thousands like Stan, all over
the black country.

Just make a good reading.

Prototype sunk by shop floor sloth.
Workers too lazy to work.

Mystery Albion grabber could be German.

Wonderful thing of free press.

Our friends are interested again now
that Albion's prices have dropped.

Their team's been over here evaluating
the prototype.

And a full -time bid will be submitted
before the Thursday deadline.

There's just one thing.

Yes? A journalist has started asking
questions about my role in the whole

affair. So?

There's a mouth I've got to keep shut.

The bike rider, Boone.

With a sign you and me?

Yeah.

Lovely open road.

Being on your own.

Freedom.

Yeah, under the sky, wind in your face,
rain up your trouser leg.

I deliver stuff for Albion.

All over the country.

I was driving back from South Wales one
night, over the Black Mountain.

Darkness and stars above me. All alone.

And suddenly I looked down.

Dead Birmingham, spread out before me,
sparkling like gold.

A thousand, a million people, bustling
about, crackling like electricity.

I care for those people.

The lights are going out, Ken.

As Greenwich Mean Time, here is the
news.

Oh, we're clicking into that?

Yeah, and I'm trying to think.

Yeah, but it's the BBC World Service.

News around the world 24 hours a day.

Yeah, I'm sure the price of Zambian
copper is riveting.

Oh, what's the matter?

Eh?

Oh, read your bloody great expectations.

Oh, I've finished that. I'm on to Bleak
House now.

Do you realise, if they don't find that
prototype before Thursday, the day after

tomorrow... 3 ,000 people are going to
lose their jobs.

And if I help them to find him, my
business, Rocky and Debbie's jobs are

down the car.

It isn't very certain, life, is it?

I mean, it's my experience that the more
certain it seems, you know, mortgage

all paid up and a brand -new Sierra in
the garage, that the more likely it is

crumple under your feet.

But if it's really tough, you know,
uncertain, then the stronger, in fact,

really are.

Do you know what I mean?

Well, yeah.

We're built to keep changing, not stay
still.

If we stay the same, we fall to pieces.

Look at me in London.

I mean, on the surface, my life was
fine.

Underneath?

Worms. I changed before me life could.

So what do you reckon I should do?

I just spent the last five minutes
telling you your prize, Wally.

Yeah, I know.

Well, how the hell do I find this
prototype?

I mean, look at that side of the black
country.

Nothing simpler.

We've got the whole of the Albion
workforce.

We've got friends, relations.

Everyone will come to the black country
for it.

And we can use it as headquarters.

What? Don't you worry.

I'll organise it.

She reckons we should start down Sally
Oak and Bourneville. Right.

Hey, and don't worry, Ken.

We'll soon find it without being
charged.

She'd just like me, Mum.

OK, Pitch.

Give us pursuit mode.

Pursuit mode?

Where do you hide a fire?

Mr.. Boom join me you join

Go, go.

Ken, do you read me?

Do you read me?

Karl Marx.

I'm a great fan of his and his brothers.

Knight of the Opera, Horse Feathers,
great movies.

I'm worried about Ken.

I am a great admirer of the working
classes.

Look at them out there. On their
streets.

Breeds hard, sharp men.

Finest entrepreneurs and financiers you
can find.

No nonsense. Cut through the flummery.
You're not working class.

In my position, you can afford to employ
other men to earn your money.

But I can smell the romance.

Through the window at Daimler.

From where I see you now, Mr Boone, you
are tiny.

There are forces and powers moving like
gods above you.

Schemes, plans, ambitions you know
nothing of.

And as I look down on you from up here,
I realize how helpless, fragile you and

your friends are.

You are nothing.

When I last saw you, I offered you 5
,000 pounds.

I haven't got that disc.

I am now offering you 10.

10 ,000?

For what?

Keeping your mouth shut.

Your first lesson in the hard school of
success.

The man's a maniac, Harry.

Yes, well, you're in a very dangerous
situation, Ken.

Blokes like that ought to be in a
lunatic asylum, not in the hours of the

commoners. Well, he hasn't given you any
option, has he? I mean, he's too

powerful. They found the fire engine!

Rocky Radio 3.

Where? At a farm near Droitwich. What
time is it?

It's nearly six o 'clock. Right, we've
still got time.

Look, Ken, now for the last time, leave
it. Shandy, just stay close to the radio

in the office. I'll get hold of the old
man, lads.

Get hold of David and let him know.

I'd better go by the radio.

Yes, Shandy.

Ladies and gentlemen of the press,
welcome to this press conference.

I am here to tell you that Albion Fire
Trucks not only has a past, as you can

see behind me, but also a future, a
dynamic future, leading us into the 21st

century and beyond.

I shall make certain announcements as to
the future ownership of Albion.

But first, it is my unhappy task to
announce that the bid from the

Workforce Consortium has been rejected.

With limited financial backing...

And their unhappy track record in the
production of the new Victory prototype,

their bid was not considered vile.

There was a bid from a well -known
German company, but due to the

upset and rumour this has caused...

The British people will be pleased to
hear that this bid has also been

dismissed. So after

much thought, Albion's managing
director, Mr.

Ed Slatterley, has finally accepted the
bid from Metropolitan Motors Corporation

of Detroit.

But Ed Slatterley is American.

Management these days is international.

And Metropolitan's his old company.

The board of directors decided that
acceptance of this extremely generous

bid would in the long term be in the
best interests of both the company

and the workforce.

Sir Freddie, is it true that you've got
shares in Metropolitan Motors? Ladies

and gentlemen, as promised, now our tour
of the factory.

Oh! Oh! Woo!

We just had it on the radio. We've been
sold to the Yanks.

Metropolitan Motors of Detroit.

In two years' time, this fire engine
will be produced in factories in

My program will be used in firefighting
systems the world over.

And Albion fire trucks here in Bratt
will be shut down.

Yeah, shut down. We've got to do
something.

Yeah. We could take the prototype back
to the factory.

Show the journalists.

That'll get this country stirred up.
That won't stop them Yanks. We've got to

something with a bit of push.

Something that hits people between the
eyes. I think I've got it.

Mr Crawford, what about this thing here?
Yes, yes, yes. Mr Crawford, I...

I don't know, Ken.

Oh, you've got to do it, Shandy. I came
to Birmingham to think things over.

Well,

you wanted a purpose in life.

I mean, what's wrong with stopping some
unemployment? Shandy, Tremblay

mysteriously disappeared, suddenly
appearing in the, well, on the top of a

victory prototype.

The press couldn't resist it. I mean, it
could work. I mean, stir the public up.

The government wouldn't dare let the
Yanks buy Albion. Yeah, we could wrap

in a Union Jack.

Times have changed.

It's not... Enough of you blokes to go
around gawping at girls with no clothes

on no more.

I discovered that last week.

Besides, I'm an intellectual.

And intellectuals don't go walking
around in the nude.

Unless... Debbie, it's about time us
girls got a knife or two in it.

It's race.

Ken, you're the local hero.

Yes, she's right about that, you know,
mate.

So, if you pose on top of the victory,
I'll join you.

What? What do you mean, in the all
together?

Stand up for Britain, Mike. Go on, Ken.

I don't think I can live up to it,
Harry.

Well, it wouldn't have to be in the all
together.

Well, perhaps the almost, but not quite.

Almost, but not quite?

Don't worry.

I'll see it's done tasteful.

And while we're keeping the
photographers busy... I'll tell the

exactly what's going on.

We're finished.

We gave it a good run.

It's been suggested that I make an
announcement that I won't be contesting

next election because of increasing
commitments in the City of London.

Don't worry.

We at Metropolitan look after our own.

And to think, it all came apart because
of the incorruptibility of one common,

uneducated little nobody.

Yeah, you're right, Ken. You didn't live
up to it.

You're too old to wear shorts, mate. It
was your idea.

I had to bloody wear them.

Anyway, why didn't you tell me?

What? That I had Shandy Tremblay staying
here at the coaching inn incognito.

If I told you, she wouldn't be
incognito, would she, Burke?

You know, Ken, I sometimes wonder at
your basic commercial instincts.

Yeah, I sometimes wonder about yours and
all.

Anyway, it seems that there's going to
be a full government inquiry.

I reckon that Mr Blackton owned masses
of shares with Metropolitan Motors, so

that's his career up the chute. Good.

And Mr Ed Slatterley, he can get on an
aeroplane and go home.

There's somewhere else to start closing
that down. And the management and

workers' consortium now stand a very
good chance.

Well, Ken, you've helped British people
produce British vehicles well into the

future, and I think you can be bloody
proud of that, mate.

Well, I must then.

Oh, it's been nice. Yeah.

I won't forget this, Ken.

And all that stuff you did for Albion.
No, it was nothing.

Yes, I can see.

I'll bring you back.

Thank you.

Bye -bye.

Bye -bye.

Are you sure you won't do that
Freemasons that I've got next week in

function room?

I mean, nothing tacky. Some of Sutton
Caulfield's most respectable and

respectful citizens.

Harry.

Oh, Lord.

You've been an education, Ken. Do you
know that?

In future, if they want me to take my
clothes off, it's got to be for

worthwhile.

Well, bye.

Bye.

Take care, Ken.

Bye,

Mr Crawford. Hey,

don't read too many books.

Lovely girl.

I sometimes wish I had a daughter of my
own.

Shandy Trembley.

I reckon I should put up a plaque.

The Texas Rangers, there they ride
again.

They ride in thunder.

They ride in rain.

It makes one wonder if they feel no
pain.

They never falter. They never fail.

They hang their halter on a rusty nail.

The Texas Rangers, Texas toughest men.

The Texas Rangers, there they ride
again.