All language subtitles for Boon s07e02 Queens Gambit.eng

Sometimes I sit here feeling alone.

No one to talk to. I got no telephone.

King's Night.

Make somebody a lovely wife, Ken.

Oh, oh, if looks, good girl.

Yes. Well, it's your own fault for
cooping yourself up in the office till

hours.

You can't spend your life waiting for
your fairy godmother, you know.

Is that your expert opinion, is it?

Oh, now you're getting bitter.

Because you could have come along
tonight.

I'm hardly likely to meet the woman of
my dreams at a Rotary Club dinner, now

I, Harry? Well, you never know.

It's a top night's do, you know.

Oh, not just any old rubbish.

They're letting you in.

Sometimes, Ken, it's the ugly sisters
that have all the fun.

Pawn to be five.

Pawn.

Eight.

Oh, that...

Mr. Mellenbaugh's in Grand Moria.

I had a car trouble.

With the Bentley?

Yeah, and that's not all.

Last week, Harry, someone swapped the
petrol in my tank for diesel.

Oh, I've done that myself. The week
before, someone rigged the alarm system

my car, so when I put the key in the
door, I got an electric shock, didn't I?

And when Guy borrowed it, the driving
seat collapsed for his back end.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Thank you.

It's not just personal. It's my
business, then. I have to lust Thursday.

At the Chamber of Commerce luncheon,
someone, pretending to be my secretary,

phoned up and cancelled the caterers.

You ever seen the Chamber of Commerce
when they're hungry?

Get ugly, dude. I... Wait, let's face
it.

I have made enemies.

You know what it's like, Harry. Business
is business.

I've got a very big restaurant deal in
the office.

Buying into a place in Derby.

And what I want...

King's Bishop to C5.

I need eyes in the back of my head,
Harry.

Be my eyes.

We'll have to check our booking.

There is an empty seat in the Star
Chamber.

A first -class security man is what we
are looking for.

Oh, I'm sure I can do a bit of
manoeuvring.

You're the only man I can trust.

What if my associate Guy, out for the
count for a couple of days, even thought

bodyguard might be a good idea?

A bodyguard?

I'm jumpy, Harry.

But you're the only bloke I'd tell that
to.

I think I've got just the man for you.

You are a gentleman.

Thank you.

Well,

Cinderella. Looks like your fairy
godmother's let you down.

Can I top you up, Bill? No, thanks.

Joe.

Charles.

So, you're in with Crawford.

In with, um, in with Crawford.

Yes, he's approached me about securing a
three -way partnership.

A three -way?

Oh, I like the sound of that.

I've never done business with Crawford,
but his reputation precedes him.

What reputation is that, then?

Honestly, Joe, Crawford is a straight
man. He's a rare species.

Three ways, yes, I think you can come in
on that.

Snap decision, Charles?

A business decision, Joe.

Well, here's to you, to me, and to Harry
Crawford.

It's a good move, Ken.

You could put a lot of quality contracts
in. Oh, why, dear.

No, Harry. If you want to join their
star chamber gang, you babysit him. It's

dog -eat -dog world, Ken.

Surely it's better to be in the kennel
with the pedigrees than out in the pound

with the mongrels.

Yeah. You're beginning to sound like
him. Actually, mongrels are more

intelligent.

Their blood isn't clogged up with
inbreeding and genetic mutation.

Look, if you're going to be awkward
about bodyguarding Mr Green, then you'd

better swap with Alex, the supervisor
security for the big boy strip show down

at the Rock City.

Why don't I look after Mr Green?

I am supposed to be a junior partner,
you know. Why should she get all the

responsible jobs?

Who's she, the cat's mother?

Look, Ken, if you distrust Mr Green so
much, surely it's better to be right by

his thigh, watching his every footstep.

I said you'll be there at ten.

Mrs. Green?

Yes? I'm Ken Boone, your husband. He's
expecting me.

Oh, right.

Sorry. Come in.

I'm half asleep here.

Joe's nearly ready.

Coffee? Yeah, thank you. So you're the
chap who's buying the restaurant, then?

No.

No, I work for a security firm.

Apparently your husband needs a
bodyguard.

Here I am.

Didn't you know about it?

Oh, he never tells me anything. I'm only
his wife.

Perhaps I shouldn't have mentioned it.

Oh, maybe he doesn't want to worry you.

More like he doesn't trust me.

I think he's getting paranoid.

Or accident -prone.

No thanks, though.

So is it interesting, then,
bodyguarding?

No.

That's brief and to the point.

Well, I usually do detective work.

Private eye, eh?

Well, that's got to be interesting.

Depends on the case.

Are you Crawford's boy?

Yeah, that's right.

You collect my tux and the cleaners,
Sheila.

And I think my shoes are ready. And if
that bloke calls about the jacuzzi...

Tell him I've got a cheaper estimate and
refer him to me.

What are you doing?

I just made him a cup of coffee while he
was waiting.

I'm not paying you to drink my house
dry. Shift yourself.

If you want to get in touch, I'm on the
mobile.

You, what's your name?

Boone. Ken Boone. Ken.

Out.

Thanks for the coffee.

Next time I'll sneak you a biscuit.

Come on, Keith.

I want to check with Harry the Twin Town
do before we go through to Derby.

You drive.

Ground rules.

You don't prang my vehicle, you don't
sweat into my upholstery, and when I

want you around, you stay with the
vehicle until summoned.

Frankly, you are a scruff.

I expect better.

My employees look smart, think smart, so
tomorrow you turn up in a suit. Get me?

Yeah, yeah, I'll get you.

You see, I want you as a present.

Not an intrusion. You're here to watch
my back, so that is where you stand.

Behind me.

Yeah, right.

How about sticking a fur on the end of
that?

How about sticking it out of your own
soul?

The caterers are on their way. One of my
lads is going over the electrics, and

another one is checking for incendiary
devices.

The entertainment's booked, and nobody's
part to cancel anything, so it's all

running very smoothly.

That's very impressive, Harry, very
impressive.

Our peace of mind is all part of our
service.

No worries.

Hands out of your pockets, Kevin. You're
guarding, not loafing.

Right.

Time to move. See you back at my place.

Kevin.

Harry, I'm not playing. Have you seen
anybody suspicious?

Yes, I am. Him.

Karen! Come on, make the order.

My name is Ken.

His name is Ken Boone, and he's a
private detective.

What?

If he starts digging, Karen, he won't.

Too much to hide. Who?

Joe or us?

Joe won't want anything to mess up his
restaurant here. Neither do we.

I think we've choked ourselves on our
own smoke screen here.

We don't know that.

Good morning, Charles.

Good morning, Joe.

Well, I'm impressed so far.

This is Colin. He's representing Harry
Crawford.

Impressed, eh? Good.

So let's take a good look around, shall
we? We don't want to think we've got a

silk purse and find we've got a towel
here, do we?

I'm sure I can find out exactly what
he's up to.

You like to take too many risks.

All that messing about with his car,
swapping the bloody petrol, and giving

shots.

You're panicking.

Why don't you just have fun?

Fun?

You're playing with matches, and I don't
want to be the one you burn.

I'd like to work with our Mr Verdi.

Ask him a few questions.

It's not very necessary, Joe. I think
it's better to view without the band.

We're afraid to look around, no one to
hide any faults.

Good point.

Right, let's go through the surveyor's
report, and if it checks out, we'll put

in our joint bid.

Cash in hand, as agreed.

I think business should be kept between
businessmen, don't you?

Leave Mr Taxman to his returns.

Open the door for Mr. Hastings.

Right, yes.

Well, thank you, Colin. I trust we'll be
seeing Crawford this evening.

Oh, sure.

He's very anxious to get this thing
rolling.

Aren't we all?

Coffee? Yes, please, yeah.

Oh, there you are, Ken.

Now, what's up between you and the
mighty Joe Green and that Hastings

Charles Hastings?

I took them to that restaurant.

And I heard Hastings say how glad he was
to Green that you were in on it.

In?

You said I'm in?

Yeah. You never mentioned to me you were
thinking of buying into a restaurant.

What are you playing at? Hey, no.

It's my seat in the star chamber.

Hastings is quasar for our area.

Quasar? Chairman!

He has to cast him out.

Oh, in Starchive, I can.

Sure you're not just in the poop, Barry?

Joe will be through in a minute.

He couldn't find his dickie.

Oh.

It's very simple. Yeah.

Stamp to distract.

Stamp. Elbow to off balance. Right.

Twist and topple over.

OK.

Wow, Ken.

I'm off now.

Any problem with big boys, you know
where to reach us, don't you?

Oh, I think Rocky and I can handle the
big boys, Ken.

Speak for yourself.

I'll see you.

OK, so what's the sequence?

Stamp to distract.

Elbow to off balance.

Twist the topple over. Yeah. OK?

Yeah. Right, reach for me.

Right.

Of

course,

the other rule I teach my ladies is kick
him in the ghoulies and run like bloody

hell. Need a hand up?

No.

I know why Ken says women are dangerous.

He just hasn't met the right one yet.

Need any help?

How long's it going to take?

Well, my physio, the lovely Judith,
brings a few more days of intensive

activity. She'll sort me out.

She's worked wonders with your coccyx,
has she?

Oh, yes.

I was in Derby today with Joe, and your
name cropped up.

Really? Yes, and I can tell you now that
my answer's yes.

There are too few of us honest men
around these days, Harry.

I think it only wise that we stick
together.

Agreed? Yeah, yeah, yes. That's what I
like with the enjoyment.

Sir Harry, I believe you are sitting by
me. Shall we take our seats?

I'll see you later, Charles.

It would have helped had the
instructions been in English.

I don't speak Japanese.

There you are. That'll hold for a couple
of days.

Yeah. I'll get it replaced when I get
home.

My name's Karen, by the way.

Oh, I'm Ken Boone.

Thanks, Ken.

Well, you know, help a fellow biker.

A night of the road.

Is that Pispin's flat?

Or have you two picked a cup for your
gudgeon pin?

I'm not sure. I was going to have a look
at it at the weekend.

So you don't just ride that for show,
eh?

My dad wouldn't let me ride it until I'd
learned the basics.

But you skipped on LMH Japanese, eh?

Afraid so.

So, do I get to look at your gudgeon pin
or what?

Why, yes.

And now?

So what do you do when you're not saving
bikers in distress?

I've just had confirmation.

My restaurant deal is going through. The
sabotage effort's foiled.

That's good news all round, then. Oh,
yeah.

So, you can consider yourself off duty
and enjoy.

It's a great pity Clint isn't here to
share in Phoebus's triumph, isn't it?

Who? Oh, Ken.

Oh, he said he'd be here in time for the
recital.

It's not in bad shape.

Rather like the south.

You're going to get a ticket.

You keep going at that speed.

Are you detecting tonight or just
modelling evening seats?

I'm going to be late.

I see. You can't tell me. Hush, hush,
though.

It's a twin -town dinner.

Oh, well.

See you again sometime.

Who knows?

I'll look you up in the yellow pages.

So, I'm very glad that our German
friends, or should I say Freunden,

have enjoyed this evening. Let us hope
that the continued goodwill between our

two communities means we may enjoy many
future occasions such as this.

But, mein Damon und Helen, the evening
is not, as they say, Caput!

To send us all home with a song in our
hearts, we have our local musical

ensemble, the Lincoln Green Trio, with a
selection of melodies from that well

-known German Mozart.

On his right, just let him fall.

Oh, right.

Can you take his shoes?

Oh, no, second thought. That's the
whiffy end. You're losing your time.

Married bliss.

I'm not kidding.

He thinks a wife's just another bloody
household gadget.

Get a service every 20 ,000 miles, then
trade.

I've got supper ready. Will you stay?

Um, well, I don't think so, no. I've got
to get back. Early start.

I'd appreciate your company.

Well, I don't know. Don't let me twist
your arm, will you?

Is this a game you play?

I don't understand what's going on.

Well... I've made a bit of a pig of
myself. I should pass the suspension on

bike.

Nicely, you don't have to open the
package yourself.

Yeah, I'll get it out of the tin.

Isn't there a Mrs Boone?

Does he often come home in that state?

No.

Sometimes he doesn't bother to come home
at all.

You haven't answered my question.

No. Is that the answer?

No. God, we're a right pair of lost
cordiers, aren't we?

I'd better go.

It's late.

Maybe too late.

I followed your instructions to the
letter.

I was told to expect musicians, and
musicians turned up.

I don't feel that CBS can be held
responsible.

I'll agree with that.

Is there any limit on the number of
these you can take?

I'm sure that any service in the
future... The only reason you've got a

is because my restaurant deal went
through before this fiasco.

And since you're so anxious to redeem
your reputation, there is a very big

favour you can do for me.

I wasn't ready.

OK, start again.

He's not asking you to babysit him.

It's your services as a detective he
wants.

Get on to it, find out who it was who
botched up the Twin Town Entertainment.

And while I'm doing that, what's he got
you doing?

I mean, how low are you going to stoop,
Harry, to get into this Star Chamber

lock, eh? Lick his boots.

Or will he settle for just a little
light groveling? I'm taking some

to the Isle of Man for him. You what?

Some important papers for one of his
associates over there.

I volunteered my services. I've got our
reputation to salvage. I see. You

volunteer for the free holiday, eh?
Leave us to do the donkey work.

You cheated.

Yes. I'm using my muscles.

It was childish.

Do you nag him like that?

You haven't thought it through, have
you?

Have you?

Don't worry about Ken Boone. You said
he's no threat.

But you made him a threat last night,
Karen.

Oh, he's going to find out who switched
the band.

He doesn't know who I am, doesn't he?

Do you think he's forgotten about your
little flat tyre charade?

He's seen you. He's seen the bike.

You're giving him the jigsaw pieces,
Karen.

And we move while he's putting them
together.

What?

Joe's given the money to Harry.

Harry thinks he's having a holiday in
the Isle of Man.

Ken's busy investigating.

Who's watching the money?

No one.

Queen takes knight at d5.

Exactly. Crawford being security?

Yeah, I understand you've got a policy
of... Yeah, all right, love. OK, well,

thanks anyway.

No, look.

No, I didn't get her name, but they did
play.

She paid in cash.

Ah, it's a woman, then.

Elementary, my dear Rocky.

So, what now?

Quick game of find the lady?

No need.

I think I know exactly where she is.

All right, Agent X.

That's synchronised watches.

For God's sake, be serious.

Trust him with it, then.

What the eye doesn't see.

No, he's just waiting there.

I'm going to have to think of a plan.

Ken! I'm sorry, I was in the shower.
Come in.

Sorry to disturb you. I just don't like
it.

I found out today that a woman changed
the booking for the band last night.

And that narrows your suspects, does it?

I thought you might tell me.

What do you want me to say, Ken?

Stick a pin in the yellow pages and
you'll find someone he's diddled,

he's crossed, someone with a real reason
to get back at him.

Someone with something personal against
him.

Someone maybe like his wife.

Come, get that bug.

Oh, bloody dying.

How's it feel?

You make a better nurse than you do a
detective.

Look, I'm sorry I shot you down just
now.

It's not beyond the bounds of
possibilities that I'd have a go at him.

I have another theory, if it's not you.

Maybe he has, um... He hasn't got a
mistress.

What, after what you told me the other
night?

Him not coming in sometimes?

You're wrong.

Now, don't look at me like that. I'd
know.

Now, my husband is the marrying kind.

In hot weather, it turns my fingers
green.

I

didn't

come here for this.

With this ring.

If I was looking for anything, Sheila...

It'll be plain and simple.

It's never that, Ken.

Joe?

It's Harry.

Harry Crawford.

Yes, Harry, this isn't early.

Say that again.

It's still what?

Speak to me, Harry.

You're telling me they stole the
briefcase?

Only the briefcase.

Where are you, Harry?

Stay there.

It seems our mule has got a kick.

His business is his mistress.

Nobody else will put up with him.

Well, I'm sorry I mentioned it. Why?

Let's eliminate the possibilities.

Yeah. Look, I must get back.

He's got me locked up in this house, you
know.

I feel like Rapunzel up in the tower.

Sheila, I must go.

Before we do something we'd enjoy.

Or regret.

Your husband coming back? He won't be
back for hours.

Well, yeah, plenty of time to escape
then. I'd still respect you in the

I don't think you'd respect you in the
morning.

I don't know who I've embarrassed more,
me or you.

I'm sorry, Kim.

I'm not.

Why didn't you use your own bike?

Because I had a flat again.

Don't worry.

I changed the plate on it, swapped it
for a fake.

Only problem is, you didn't give me
enough time to swap it back again.

And as soon as he sees that, he's going
to know that something's gone on here.

Well, how was I supposed to know?

I completely humiliated myself in front
of him.

You looked it.

Was it tongues?

Or just teeth and spit.

What?

I wasn't the one trying to pick him up
at the roadside.

Oh, you don't have to.

He makes house calls for you.

And whose fault is that?

Hmm?

What's at stake here?

You're more worried about who gets Ken
than who gets Joe.

Oh, I think you've staked your claim,
Miss Liposuction.

Hey, am I glad to see you.

It's called organisation, Rocky, a
concept which is completely alien to

which is why I have been made
supervisor.

I don't know why you don't leave and
join the army.

You could become a dictator.

What are you scared of?

What do you think, Ken?

Ken?

Hmm? Oh, dear. What's her name?

What money are you talking about? The
money you agreed to courier to my

account, Harry.

Courier? Money? You mean it... Now,
that's illegal.

This is why you thought I couldn't go to
the police, isn't it?

But I didn't even know it was money,
Joe.

I was mugged.

By a motorcyclist.

Don't you think it's a bit rich?

I send you off with my £100 ,000 and you
get done over by the last of the

highway robbers, eh?

And strangely enough, he's on a
motorbike.

Your best friend is a bit of a hell's
angel, isn't he?

Look, I've got the number. I've got the
number.

It's YXJ472V.

No, no, it was YXJ427V.

I don't know where you got the idea you
could put one over on me, but you can't.

Has Keith got the money?

Keith who? Boom!

Has he got the money?

No.

No.

Rag -Eye, strip the joke.

I don't believe it.

You're a revelation, Harry.

Could use a man like you.

Think you already have, haven't you? No,
seriously.

If we can come to some arrangement about
my money, I think we could still do

business. Didn't know you had it in you.

Quite a shock.

He's not at home.

Now there's the money.

I took the place apart.

All I had to find was a couple of fibres
and some loose change.

I think he'll lie low for a while.

OK, take me home.

company.

I don't like surprises, Joe.

They're never what we want.

You tell me about it.

It's quite a surprise, you finding out
so soon.

My solicitor did.

He received the ownership papers today.
Drew my attention to the fact that your

name was not on them.

Oh, shock, horror, probe.

Sheila, coffee?

You know full well that I wouldn't have
bought a restaurant if you hadn't been

involved. I thought you were letting me
in on a good deal.

I'm not your mother, Charles.

I thought you were a businessman.

You can't get away with this.

I haven't got away with anything,
Charles.

Harry Crawford has ripped us all off.
You, me, Mr Verdi.

Crawford's got the money.

Ken!

Oh!

Come for that.

I'm in big trouble, Ken.

Somebody stole the money.

No, no, no, it wasn't documents.

No. No, he thinks I've double -crossed
him.

Oh, God, they're after me.

They'll be on their way there any time.

No, I can't go to the police, Ken.

Because I was taking money to an illegal
offshore bank account.

Ken, I'm a criminal.

I don't believe this, mate.

Where are you now?

Yeah, I can send Rocky.

All right, all right, I'm writing it
down.

YXJ427B.

Yes, I've got it.

Where are you?

Harry.

Harry?

Crawford!

Can I help you, Mr. Hastings?

You can help your partner by giving me
my money back.

Money? The £100 ,000 that he and Joe
Green have weedled out of me for this

-in -a -poke restaurant.

Eh? You were there, Colin, representing
Mr Crawford. And now I find that the

place is going cheap because it's built
over a mine.

And I'm sole owner, rather than a three
-man partnership.

I'd never have believed this of Harry
Crawford. I'll have him drummed out of

Rotary Club.

Security company.

The man is a fraud and a scoundrel.

He could ruin Harry.

But what's Mr Verdi going to do when he
finds out Joe Green's got all his money?

I mean, if Mr Verdi's the one selling
the restaurant, surely it belongs to

Yeah, it strikes me Green's set
everybody up. Verdi wants to sell his

so Joe finds him a buyer. Joe makes it
look like Harry's nicked all the money

and keeps it for himself.

Of course, the Isle of Man.

Joe will have an offshore account.

Clever.

And if he set up the biker, he's
probably already got the money salted

somewhere, never to be seen again.

Especially not by the taxman.

Yeah, when he finds Harry, he makes
jigsaw pieces of him for the benefit of

Mr Verdi. I think we should pay this Mr
Verdi a visit.

Oh, my God.

What is it?

Joe Green never had any intention of
buying the restaurant.

Very clever. I think Mr Aitken has told
us that one. No, no, you don't

understand. He already owns it.

Hey. Verdi.

It's Italian for green.

Rocky, can you check out whose cup plate
YXJ427V?

How do you know that? Look.

Sheila. What do you mean?

That's the only place I left the bike.

Rocky, I'm going to have to use yours.

Pay a certain Mrs. Green a visit before
I track down our Mr. Verdi.

What's my next move, Kent? You stay
here.

In case Harry the fugitive finds another
10p.

Don't look at me.

I'm on duty with the big boys.

Enjoy the responsibility.

Very authentic, that, isn't it, Guy?

Oh, yes.

Only the trained observer would see
that, isn't there?

It's a really stupid move, using the
bike.

Where's he hiding?

Crawford Boone, security.

Deceased.

What's that? Oh, you cheeky little...
Stop!

Oh, my back!

What?

Hello,

Harry.

Harry?

Are you all right?

We've got to stop now.

Ken's probably already seen the plate.

The balloon's going up whether you want
it or not.

Hastings is breathing fire. And Joe is
dragging Crawford in.

It's out of control, Karen.

More pieces to play with, that's all.

I'm sure you haven't misplayed one.

Can anyone play?

You give the motorbike number?

No, actually... Mr. Arthur told you to
bring the bike.

Now, did he explain about the contract?

What contract?

Follow me.

Joe's father came over before the war.

Settled over.

Joe was Giuseppe Verdi when I met him.

We had what they called a whirlwind
romance.

We got married.

Mr and Mrs Verdi.

All legal, decent, honest and truthful.

He met me about two years later.

Only then he had a set -up going in
Nottingham and was calling himself Joe

Green.

We got married on a beach in the
Seychelles five years ago.

Mr and Mrs Green.

All illegal, indecent, dishonest and
untruthful.

It would have been fine.

Had I not got curious and found out
about Sheila.

He can't be married to both of you.

He can.

Let's call Bigamy.

Darling. Home so soon?

Would you like a drink?

How about a Molotov cocktail?

You always like to start the evening off
with a bang.

Make that a double.

You like doubles, don't you?

Happy families.

You remember that game where you have a
couple of wives up your sleeve?

Dinner's almost ready.

Guess what's on the menu tonight,
darling?

That's right, Hanson.

You are.

Well, if it isn't the three wise men.

Dopey, Sleepy and Harry.

I said you wouldn't get away with this,
Green.

You're not still bleating about it, are
you, Hastings?

You were greedy for it, like we say.

Caveat emptor.

Let the buyer beware.

But what if the buyer is also the
seller, Mr Green?

Or should we call you Mr. Verdi?

I read that terrible building survey
showing that his precious restaurant is

built over an old mine.

A very creaky old mine.

I bet Mr. Verdi thought he'd never seen
it.

I remember the day you got the report,
Mr. Verdi.

I can't remember your exact words, hubby
darling, but I don't think there were

any with more than four letters.

It wasn't Harry who stole the money, Jo.

You have no idea how much it hurts to
find out that your husband has another

wife. We knew how much it would hurt you
to lose money.

The building survey was a fix, Jo.

We fixed it.

There's nothing wrong with your
restaurant.

Mr Hastings hasn't bought a white
elephant.

He's got a bargain.

I wonder what the penalty is these days
for bigamy.

Oh, I think you're still two mothers -in
-law.

You've got quite an organisation, Harry.
I'm impressed.

Leadership, coordination, Charles.

Well, we could use a man like you in our
star chamber.

There's an empty seat there, you know.

How about putting your name on it?

Well, then.

Is three your lucky number?

I think I'd better go.

Ken. I don't think we've got any more to
say to each other.

Game over.

We had to do something to get back at
him.

You could have shocked him to the
police. We wanted revenge, not justice.

Oh, my God, Ken, I thought you'd
understand.

He married me when he was married to
someone else. It's worse than a

She's not some silly bitch he's going to
dump when he gets bored.

Thanks.

I haven't lied to you.

Oh, Ken. Come on. I wanted to keep you
out of it.

I wanted to keep one person from getting
dirty.

I did it for the best reasons.

I think I'm going to cry.

You seemed like my last chance.

Did I?

There's nothing to stop us trying, Ken.

I'm a free agent.

And so am I.

Just thinking of her, that brief
romance.

He could have loved her,

given half the chance.

But she broke the heart of the handsome

stranger.

Tore it apart.

That long.

They knew the danger.

She broke the heart of the handsome
stranger.

He felt the pain the first time he
kissed

her.

But just the same,

he's gonna miss her.

Do me a favor.

Just stay away.

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