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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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