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That's one hell of an horse you've got there, Mr. Celebi. It really is.

Horse is fine.

But what's that rubbish up on his back?

That's Malcolm Riley.

You say that like I'm supposed to be impressed.

I'm not.

Sorry, Mr. Jones. Can I ask you to hang on a moment, please? Thank you.

Joe, will you stop the heavy sighs and the pacing about, please?

It's half past. You did promise me. This is an important call.

Sorry, Mr. Johnson.

Yes, my daughter.

Oh, didn't you?

Oh, I've had her for 16 years.

Seems a lot longer sometimes.

I'm supposed to put your answer there, don't I?

Oh, right.

He's a grand fella, Governor.

We're going to walk it.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Seems Mr Salaby's not too happy, Malcolm.

You ride him like he was a camel, son.

I asked you to line up a jockey and you give me Lawrence of Arabia.

Listen, I've had 12 wins this season.

This is Mr Perlman.

Don't be misled by his size, but if you raise your voice to me again, he'll

break your legs.

Okay. Who do you want to ride him?

Well, you're a trainer.

Can't you think of anyone?

No one in Malcolm's class.

Not at this short notice.

Always the same, isn't it? If you want something done, do it yourself.

Come on.

Half term already?

I thought you were going back to school yesterday.

Time flies when you're enjoying yourself again.

You going away?

Stable girl for a couple of days.

I'm not supposed to be there for 9 .30.

But as you can hear, Ken, something far more urgent's cropped up.

That's great. OK, bye.

You thought Leonardo da Vinci was dead, didn't you?

Why, was that him?

No, it's a Mr Johnson from the council.

Someone's been painting murals, or what he prefers to call them murals, all over

his council wall.

I couldn't think.

I'm supposed to be at the stable.

Joe. Please, this is work.

Shall I take her?

Oh, all right.

Come on.

It's Crawford. Yes, indeed.

Humphrey Pickles, Edgbaston Aquaria.

Oh, dare do.

I wonder if we could have a prelim discussion prior to a mutually

hiring arrangement.

Yeah, yeah.

Let's go inside, shall we?

We've got a dictionary in the office.

I'm late.

Well, he's a beauty, isn't he?

Cumberland Jack, meet Ken Boone.

Hello.

What's this bloke like, then?

Jerry? He's lovely.

And his missus?

I don't think she's actually his wife, Ken.

I'm easy about that sort of thing.

Is that right?

Yeah, the sort that would, um... Well, you know, let me... You'd have to ask

them, wouldn't you?

Come on.

Tribunal Pursuit Society.

We hold a championship every year.

Oh, well, each to his own. No, no, it's a very nice idea, Mr Pringles.

Please, call me Humphrey. Well, I'll try.

Are you Harry?

Yeah, this championship, how long's it going for? Until a winner is declared,

Harry.

36 players at six tables to begin with, and the winners then meet in the final.

I'd like plenty of separation between tables.

Distance between the tables is of the essence in trivial pursuits. Oh, yes, of

course, yes.

Why?

Cheating. It's not uncommon, you know, especially among the teachers.

Teachers?

Most of the combatants are members of that profession.

You're making it sound like a NATO exercise. I mean, surely it's only a

Yes, yes, yes, of course it is.

Hello. Nice to meet you, Ken.

Margaret's told us a lot about you. Oh, God, has he?

He's got a favour to ask. Joe.

You wouldn't think he was shy, would you?

Terry Hannigan.

What's the favour?

Oh, it's nothing. Just this young lady here, flirting with death.

He wants a girl on one of the horses.

Go sort the man out, Joe.

Put him up in Cumberland, Jack.

That's one he did last year.

But I'm showing it to you as an example of his style.

And also, if you're a woman, and I might add a very attractive one, because it

is one of his less erotic numbers.

What is it supposed to be, Mr. Johnson?

I don't know, but it's not Sutton Coalfield.

And none of these little buggers around here will give an inch, of course.

How do you mean?

I mean, they won't tell us who's doing it. They won't be reasonable.

You what?

Here, you, come here.

Yes?

Right, now you listen to me, you little sod.

Before I thump you around the logo, tell me who H. Angel is.

Get stuff.

You see?

You can't talk to him.

H. Angel?

Yeah, he always signs himself H. Angel. That's how we know it's all one bloke.

A lot of work has gone into it.

Mrs. Daly, is he immutable to not work?

The vandalism.

Gaudy scenes from a raided imagination.

Hence, we'd like you to nab him.

Well, we'll try our very best, Mr. Johnson.

Well, we'd best have the file on him, then.

So, where's your partner, this Mr. Boone?

Oh, he's off on another case today.

He's violent

Rooster Cogburn, eh?

Yeah, that's right.

Sit in here.

Oh, me and him could go far.

Glad you got on.

Funny woman.

Worries about her husband a lot.

What did you expect, you little runt?

Hey, take it easy.

Jerry's in the house with Celebi.

Celebi? And it's all boys' talk, no women allowed.

What's it about, Georgie?

The last time you wanted a favour, you nearly got three years in jail.

No, no, no, no, no. They were sporting rifles, Charlie.

Oh, silly me.

They were just used for shooting the grouse, were they?

I hate suspicious women.

I really hate them.

You know what I mean?

Will you come inside for a minute, please, Ken?

All right, take it easy.

Look, promise me he'll take this the right way.

According to Margaret, you're as soft as butter. Oh, she's been rabbiting about

me again, has she?

But your face says different.

Eh?

We could do with a face like yours on our side.

Murals.

All over Sparkville. Oh, yeah, they're great, aren't they?

And having decorated my mum's front room last week, I feel qualified to comment.

Unfortunately, the council doesn't agree with you, Rocky.

The artist signs himself H. Angel, so I thought he might be a biker.

Why?

Oh. H as in hell and angel as in angel.

Hell's angel?

Oh, right, I see.

What do you want me to ask around?

Big ten pounds.

Expenses? Just like the real McCoy, I think. Spend it slowly and keep

Afternoon, Margaret. Listen,

Margaret, I've had something on my conscience the last couple of days.

Concerns Harry.

Sounds interesting.

Last year I had the Birmingham Trivial Pursuit Society here. I've now back room

for their championships.

Trivial pursuits?

Respectable people, I thought.

Shopkeepers, teachers.

How wrong can you be?

Why? What happened?

They wrecked the place.

How? One of them broke three of my chairs.

Bronze medalist, see? 76 Olympics.

What? A trivial pursuit?

Karate.

Thing is, they were back the other day, wanting to hire the place again this

year.

I told them to go see Harry.

Oh, Stan, how could you?

Charlie, I know you and me haven't seen eye to eye in the past, but

what is that perfume?

Really speaks to a man, don't you think?

Loud and clear.

We haven't seen eye to eye, but what?

But come Saturday, you're going to be glad to have known me.

What's happening on Saturday, then, Jerry?

But tell her.

Don's a jockey.

He tripped out of the Warwick Cup treasure.

Why? Because he's an unreliable little tow rag, that's why.

Let me down.

Don wants me to ride Fraser's orchid in his place.

You?

You haven't done that kind of riding for two years.

Get away. It's like riding a bike you can't forget.

I'm sorry about the short notice, but that's life, isn't it, kid?

So what are you asking me in return?

Sheer knockout. We should all have such a bird looking after us.

Gerry riding Fraser is the return.

I mean, this time it's me asking a favour and you doing it.

And Don's agreed to cancel the debt, love.

What debt?

Six months' arrears in a rent.

You don't think they own this place, do you?

It's yours.

When they get to meet the horse, Don?

My, my, that is keen.

Nice to see a bit of enthusiasm for a change. You're a bloody fool, Jerry.

And you're a bloody crook.

Sorry. She didn't mean that.

Well, good luck, Saturday.

I might just put a bet on you.

Now, there's a vote of confidence.

Nice to meet you. Yeah.

Nice look, eh?

Charming.

Oh, Jerry.

One thing I forgot to mention.

On Saturday, I don't want Fraser's orchid to win.

If he does, I'll chop your hands off.

Be fair, Harry.

It can be a lovely game.

Oh, yeah, yeah. For Christmas, yeah.

But midweek, out of season, oh.

Unless you're a teacher, that is.

What's so different about teachers?

That's all those holidays.

They need a game like that to keep their minds in trim. You pompous, self

-appointed commander of... There you are.

I will not be the Lemon Hub again. I was the Lemon Hub at Tiny's house last

week, and look where it got me.

Well, you've sorted out between yourselves. I'm definitely pink this

should you be? Here, here.

Well, you have the green one, then. I mean, it goes with your envious nature.

There's no need to be offensive.

Or vindictive.

Should have sold tickets for this little one about a fortune.

Sit down, all of you, and behave yourselves.

I shan't ask again.

You're not talking to 5C now, Miss Jamieson. You are talking to adults.

Why don't you all just shut up and get on with it?

Go on, Harry. Go and bang their heads together before they kill each other.

Ladies and gentlemen, I think you need my assistance.

I mean, if you're squabbling over the hooves and their colours now, what's it

going to be like when you get to the questions?

You will be lemon and lump it.

I'll get that, mate, and I'll have half a lager. And you'd better have one

yourself. All expensive.

I kicked you out of the office, hasn't he? I don't know how you boys cope with

it. I really don't.

What?

Executive stress, mate.

When you get that sudden wrench in your chest and then, well, like someone's

just pulled the chain and flushed you.

That's clatic stress, that is.

No kidding.

Oh, thanks, love.

Um, Mungo, I'm looking for someone.

Name of age angel.

Does murals all over it. Do you know where I can find it?

No.

But you know a man who does that sort of thing.

It's only a fence, Derek.

What's it ever done to you?

It reminds me of Don Sotheby's head.

That's what it does to me.

Need the nail driving through it?

Charlie, it's no use.

It's okay, Jerry.

I'm sorry I stomped off like that yesterday.

I mean, if he's offering you the chance to get back in the saddle, why should I

knock it? Charlie, you were right yesterday.

He waited till you'd all gone, then put it to me in his usual delicate way.

You know, to like the look of my hands and the end of my arms.

Right.

So what's he after this time?

He wants me to pull Fraser's orchid on Saturday.

And you agreed?

We owe the man money.

We'll be out of here in three months back to Ireland. Does it really make any

difference? To me, yes.

I don't want to spend the rest of my life with a doormat.

Charlie.

Excuse me, topside.

Someone here asking for Angel.

I can come back later if it's inconvenient.

No.

You can talk to us.

We're like Angel's apprentices.

Brick the paints.

Brick the scaffolding.

Generally keep an eye on things.

I just want to talk to him about a wall.

Be there.

Four o 'clock.

I told them to get this H. Angel started on a wall and then phone Mr Johnson.

They'll never manage it, Margaret. It's too complicated.

I said you weren't going to be in this afternoon, I'd love you.

Harry, before I forget, Stan from the pub told me to drop a word in your ear.

The Birmingham Trivial Pursuit Society.

Talking about Dan, why don't we all three of us go over there and have a

No, thanks, Harry. We've got a book and leisure.

What colour did Rudyard Kipling paint his balls to play winter golf?

For God's sake, Harry, do you have to bring your workforce in here?

Who the hell are you?

Ken, let me explain.

This is the Birmingham Trivial Pursuit Society, or rather a sixth of them.

They were all out there on the floor this morning.

Then they started calling one another up and down.

And then that one there, he's called Humphrey, assaulted that one there,

face. We are not moving again, Mr Crawford. We're paying good money.

You're such a trap.

You're not even a teacher, you're just a bloody fishmonger.

I will not be dubbed a fishmonger.

Tropical fish are my business, and they've been good to me.

Let me apologise on behalf of us all, Mr Crawford.

You're right.

Our behaviour has been appalling.

Right, Harry, we'll sort this out in your office.

No, Kent, no, there's six of them in there as well.

What?

And six in the cocktail bar and six in the stores.

Well, you see, the idea was to disperse them and then police the area, but,

well, I mean, there was a risk of property being damaged.

Oh, so you let some of them loose in our office?

Well, you don't have to take them, Harry, you really do.

Risk? Me?

Kent?

Kent?

What, is he upset about something?

Why? Well, for a start, I want to know what's wrong with you and where are you

going? I'm going to do something completely daft instead of always doing

right thing. Any objections?

Well, it depends what it is, Kent.

I'm going to put a bet on a horse.

How much?

20 quid.

Well, all right, 100.

Well, even that's hardly the end of the world, is it? OK, I'll make it a treble.

Three horses.

One of them is going to be Gerry Hannigan.

Oh, you're insane. The man hasn't ridden for two years.

the right change, Bill.

You must be Mr. Cassidy.

Yeah, right, uh, Rocky.

Shut your mouth, Rocky. There's a bus coming.

Ah, no, you see, I was expecting a fella. See, in the pub they said... Oh,

come to think of it, they didn't say. They just said your name was Angel and

you'd be in touch.

And here I am, in touch.

Thanks. I'll handle it from here.

Right.

Hi.

How are you?

I'm fine.

You're not.

No?

Where's this wall you want doing, Mr. Cassidy?

Oh, uh, Texas Rangers, where I work.

You lead.

I'll follow.

Right.

Sorry about yesterday.

A bit moody.

Charlie and Jerry?

No, riding that horse, I suppose.

I don't know.

Maybe it'll pass.

Maybe I'll grow up one day.

Did you get a call from the Wide Open Spaces, Ken?

Something like that, yeah.

The Wild West isn't wild anymore.

Somebody tamed it.

Yeah, and I didn't so much as get a look in.

If only.

If only you'd gone out there, bought a ranch.

Sounds crazy, doesn't it?

Where?

Oh, I don't know.

Montana, Wyoming, Oklahoma.

Still. Here I am, alive, feeling a bit sorry for myself, sitting in a cafe in

Birmingham.

Yeah, it all goes by so quickly, doesn't it?

Suddenly the big plans for the future, history that never got made.

That's right.

Oh, yesterday I was a kid of 20. Now I'm 45.

What did happen?

No family, no kids, and still no ranch.

There are ranches with sale every weekend.

Yeah, and they cost bundles.

All right.

Win that treble, and we'll all go to Montana.

All? You, me, Joe.

No, you're only saying that because you know there's no chance of me winning it.

Am I?

Margaret.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Crawford told me where I might find you. It's all right. What's the matter?

It's Jerry.

Celebi told him he wants Fraser's orchid to come second on Saturday.

Come sit down, Charlie.

When it comes down to it, the cup's between two horses.

Fraser's orchid and market leader.

Celebi wants to be sure which one of them wins.

Is Jerry agreed?

Yes. Come on.

Hey, I'd better go on my own at night. You're a bit too close.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

the wall.

You know, we thought it needed jazzing up a bit.

Um, Miss Angel, I wondered if I could just, you know, have your phone number

me files, like.

Me mum's 643 2289.

It's not a bad canvas, bitch.

What did you have in mind?

Well, um, as it's coming up to winter, I thought maybe snow -capped mountains

and, uh...

Trees with icicles hanging off them.

What happens in the spring?

Do I come back and paint leaves on the trees?

Yeah, I never thought.

Well, give them what the place is.

Why don't I use bikes as a thing?

Brilliant.

Only one thing.

What's up, Pet?

Oh, it's no good. I just can't do it. What?

What are you talking about?

Well, you see, I work for this private eye called Margaret Daly, and she likes

the murals, and so does Ken, and so do I. And even Harry likes them, and he's

really difficult to please.

But, you see, Ken's still got to make a living.

Where have you escaped from?

Oh, nowhere.

It's just that I'm supposed to get you started on the wall and then ring them

up. But I just can't rat on you, not having met you and talked to you. So,

you'd just better go, and I won't say anything, I promise.

Did you give me trouble?

No. Just a misunderstanding.

Hi. Hi, Ken.

Nice to see you.

What are you looking so cheerful about?

Relax, Charlie.

It's over.

What do you mean it's over?

What have you agreed to now?

Oh, come on, give him a chance, for God's sake.

I'm not doing it, Charlie.

I'm going over to Celebi right now. Tell him face to face.

Oh, Jerry.

Where's Celebi live?

A couple of miles over there.

What, cross -country?

Yeah.

Don't let's go in the car, eh?

What changed your mind?

I don't want Charlotte to work out on me.

Lord, I might.

Come on. Come on.

The drive ain't big enough for all four of us, partner.

I want to talk to you, Don.

Oh, not now, Jerry.

Oh, this is my accountant.

He accounts for people.

Well, see you that day, Jerry. Sure you will.

I'll be holding the worry cup.

That's why I like to hear a bit of confidence, eh, Kent?

What I mean is, I'll be bringing Fraser's orchid in first.

Well, of course you will. That's what I'm paying you for, ain't I?

Hang on a tick. You said the... You changed your mind.

What are you talking about?

Bring Fraser's orchid in second or I'll chop your hands off. That's what you

said. Bring Fraser's orchid in second and I'll chop your hands off.

Not a very pleasant joke, I admit, but then I'm not a very funny person, am I?

Ken, he's lying.

What are we going to do about this bloke, eh, Ken?

Adios, amigos.

Come on, Jerry.

We'd better get back.

Hang on a tick, Ken.

Either I'm going mad or he's... At least we both heard him say he wants you to

win.

Do

you

want to go over, Charlie?

Oh, yes, please.

I'll be in the indoor school.

Bring it over.

Run, was it you called me?

Never mind, eh?

No. What do you want, Georgie?

What's going on?

We can do this nice, or we can do this nasty.

It's up to you.

But you're going to walk out of here and get into my car.

Now. Where are you taking me?

No, no, no. No questions, Charlie.

If Jerry plays the game, he gets you back on Saturday.

In one piece.

Morning. Morning, Ken.

What's up with you?

This is from me to you.

Rocky,

you spell resign I -G -N, not I -N -E.

I've let you down, Ken.

Come on, let's go and talk about it.

I know who did the murals.

I even had her come here to see us.

Oh, it's a she, is it?

Yeah, and I'm not giving her up, Ken. No way.

She's nice and decent. She's a true artist.

She's got a lovely eye.

Lovely view of the world.

And how long did you talk to her for?

A good five minutes.

Oh, almost an entire lifetime.

Look, there's plenty of businessmen pay good money for these paintings, but on

the inside.

Shops, factories, warehouses.

We could have one here.

Brighten the place up a bit.

Well, yeah, maybe.

Small one. The point is, Johnson has no intention of sending her to jail for ten

years. He just wants her to stop painting on council walls.

So?

Well, make her go legit.

Then he's got nothing to complain about.

Oh, yeah.

Is that Hannigan about, love?

Yeah, he's in the kitchen.

Charlie not about?

No. Walked out on you again, has she?

Did you report her missing yet?

How could I?

Not again, they'd say, eh?

Well, they can hardly rate her a ditch case.

Not after a mere 16 hours.

What have you done to her?

Oh, your imagination's running away with you.

I'm sure she'd be perfectly safe.

For the time being.

Tell me, where is she?

I knew you'd let me down.

Bloody Irish.

Bringing in private eyes, eh?

Someone to do your bottle work for you.

All right.

Second in the Warwick cop.

Then you let her go.

Who'd want to keep trouble like her longer than this, Harry?

Except you.

Seeing how she's the spine you haven't got.

So what?

Nothing, if that's the way you want it.

Sir.

If anyone asked, she got the hump and flung a rook.

Not a word to anyone.

Not to stable girls.

Not to private eyes. No one.

Got it?

Four. One, two, three, four.

Entertainment.

Who portrayed Tonto on television?

Who the hell is Tonto?

Jay Silverhills. Mr. Poopie!

Look, this is a serious confrontation.

Sorry. I was going to say, Jay Silverhills, as a matter of fact. No,

weren't. Boy, new question.

Where does your... You do know you've got to be out of here by 3 .30 today,

don't you? No, I do not.

Well, I'm telling you now.

The dance classes begin here, then, and they can hardly waltz around you lot,

can they? Well, they'll have to go and waltz somewhere else, then. But, Jack...

Such as the car park or the bottom of the reservoir.

They need a shiny surface.

3 .30.

Sport and leisure.

What's the most popular sport in American nudist camps?

You up for a jerry?

Yeah. See you there later.

Ah, good luck.

Remember, I've got a few quid on you.

Isn't Charlie going with you? No.

No, Charlie's gone down to Banbury.

Banbury? What for?

Yeah, well, couldn't be helped.

Jo, thanks for all your help, love.

She says, yeah, Margaret, that one.

Great credit to you.

Wait a minute.

Why Banbury?

Please, Ken, it really is personal.

Yeah, I can see, by the way, you're shaking.

Poor eggs.

We've been on the verge of splitting up for a month. Me wanting to get back into

racing must have been the last straw.

I don't believe you, Jerry.

Believe what you like.

I don't like it, Ken.

Charlie was never one to just walk out on a problem like that.

I don't know.

I reckon he's been expecting it for quite some time.

If you're my opinion, she's mad.

I only caught a glimpse of him, but he won't be as nice as Jerry.

Who? The man she went off with.

You actually saw her going off with someone, Jo?

Yeah, she asked for coffee when I took it out to her. She was driving away with

this bloke. What did he look like?

It's hard to see his head over the seat.

Could it have been that chap's chauffeur?

There's a different car there.

terrifying tina second number 16 moody's cover third number three fake of bimbo

the difference is four lengths and two and the four calls was number one holly

pinch

I didn't know you were coming.

It's not everyone I give my phone number to.

Oh, I see.

I didn't realise it was, you know, kind of mutual.

It isn't.

Yet.

It's just potential.

What did you want to see me about, Mr Cassidy?

Oh, um, I've got a proposition to put to you. No, uh, strictly business.

Well, to begin with.

So what can we tell the police? That a woman walked out on her husband?

They'll say it happens all the time. Look, Pearlman took her. That's Celebi's

way of telling Joey to toe the line.

Maybe. We can't prove it, Ken.

All right, so what are we going to do?

Sit round here, waiting for the bad news?

No, of course not.

Well, come on, then. We'll try Celebi's house.

I feel a lot happier with a muscle on our side.

Well, you got me.

As well as you.

You're not a board game person yourself, Mr Crawford.

Well, sort of, but more a chess man, myself.

Ah, we must have a game sometime.

Ah, the ever -patient Mr Boone. Look, about your office yesterday, I'm sorry.

Mr Richard, what I'm about to ask you is a bit of a cheek, really, but I wonder

if you could do us a really big favour.

Well, if I possibly can.

The only problem is, I wonder who'd take your place in the championships. No

problem. He's got an answer for everything, hasn't you?

Have I?

Well, in that case, how can I help?

We now come to the principal race of the afternoon, the Warwick Cup, for which

there are six runners.

Over seven furlongs, the start of the race on the far side of the racecourse.

And now beginning at the mount of the paddock, and they'll be led out by a

market leader.

Market leader, and then comes the brainless race in white with a blue

Okay, Jerry.

That's sort of a question, Zach.

You keep yours right at the bar, and I'll keep mine.

It's all yours, Jerry.

Good luck, mate.

No, wrong, wrong.

Look, I can only accept the answer that's on the card.

I'm sorry, Miss Jameson, but in my opinion, you've only given me half an

All I can say is entirely we're here. Look, I'm looking after his seat, right?

Which in the final is a hell of a responsibility.

And the answer to the question, what did Louis E. Waterman invent, is the

fountain pen, and not just the pen.

I think we can safely assume that you meant the fountain pen.

He could have meant the fountain, the byro or the goose quill.

And that's what's wrong with education today, Miss Jameson. It lacks precision.

Harry. Yes.

Just a reminder, ballroom classes start in here at 3 .30.

So? Well, they normally have the floor to themselves. I mean, that seems

reasonable to me.

Yes, well, today they'll just have to dance around it, won't they?

But it's my turn.

That's far enough.

Why? You trying to hide something?

Look, I'm not having a debate about it, sunshine.

Any father will turn you into a hamburger.

Where is she?

Who's she?

You heard the expression, I'm so hungry I could eat a horse?

He does.

That certainly explains his looks.

Size isn't everything, you know.

I wonder if I might show you something.

Won't take a minute.

The end stable.

You all right?

Fine.

Just bloody angry, that's all.

How did you find me?

Never mind that. Come on.

Warwick Cup. We've got 20 minutes.

History.

Which eye did Moshe Dayan wear a patch over?

The right.

No. What?

The left.

Yeah, yeah, I know, but hang on a tick. I mean, it looks like the left in

photos, but, I mean, that's the negative effect, isn't it? You know, like when

you look in a driving mirror. Harry, it says the left eye. We must take their

word for it.

I'm not taking this.

I thought I was playing with reasonable people. Right you are, everyone.

We'll kick off with a quick step this week, see what you remember from last

week. Now, everyone got a partner?

Good. When you're ready.

It's been a bloody fix from the start.

Listen,

go and get the old Bill and take them to Celebi.

Charlie, get over to the starting line.

Come on.

Harry, he wore the patch over his left eye. What a stupid question.

What does it matter which eye he wore his bloody patch over anyway?

It mattered to him.

That's a drum on this country today, mate. Too many petty fucking details

clogging up the system. Linda, let me go, will you?

Linda, what are you doing?

No, seriously, I've got a corn on my little toe. Hold on. Who says he's not

romantic, Harry?

He's pledged past an aquarier, isn't he? I bought some guppies off you once.

Give them my regard.

Well, unfortunately, they're all dead now.

But life goes on, and I'm a mural agent now.

A what?

Oh, perhaps you'd like to see our folder. You see, fish is our speciality.

Mine too.

Wilfred Hahn, the golden haddock.

Fish and chips.

Oh. Perhaps you'd like to take a shifty through our folder. I'll hold your

crotch.

In that manner of speaking.

Just say I'm not romantic.

Not me.

Christ! Here is a special announcement.

Will the young ladies running down the track please clear the course because

horses are on their way to the stall.

Some of the runners already in stall for the Warwick Cup. Fraser's Orchid now

going in.

And so they come about the first two furloughs. The freighter's orchard

continues to feed.

They're now swinging into the stream, running down towards the final two

furloughs of Morrick Cup.

And it's a freighter's orchard, still with you, Mark. About three or four legs

here. And the field now closing up on this one. There comes Mark Caesar, back

the frame.

Nimbus, Matthew, also with you. They've got another furlough and a half field to

go. It's a freighter's orchard, still with you, Mark.

Pressed all the while by Mark Caesar.

being marked leader.

Third, number four, Brainless Grave. The distance is one and a half lengths from

one. And the fourth horse, number eleven, Esther's Lad.

I think your mistake is you're aiming for the center one, aren't you?

You're an expert, aren't you?

Well, 50 damage, huh? Yes.

Go and get a hamburger.

Well,

that puts you third, Joe second, and me... Yes, you first.

Congratulations. It's only a game, Ken.

Do you think Salaby will get charged?

If Charlie's prepared to testify.

If not, Salaby might just be the one who got away.

Margaret. Hmm?

I don't lose at everything, you know.

You know that bet I put on yesterday?

The treble?

You're kidding.

No, no, no.

Bundles.

That's what we're going to do.

I know what you said about you and me, Joe.

I know what I said, Ken.

Well, I understand if you don't want to... Ken.

What?

I think you should take a look at that.

Loses George's inquiry, Ken.

Oh, no.

I just can't stop thinking about you.

Sure, I know it makes no...

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