All language subtitles for Dempsey.And.Makepeace.S01E03.Lucky.Streak

23. Losing bet.

On? 19.

15. 15.

- Same again.
- 16.

- Hit it.
- 21. Ah.

16. 22. Losing hand.

It looks like your night,
Mr Dempsey. What's the secret?

The secret, Peter,
is I had to hang on a little.

Nick, you'd better warm up
a chair here.

And give Roz another 50,000
in the float.

Our prince just arrived.

Good evening, sir.
Very nice to see you with us again.

It is pleasant to be here,
Mr Ferris.

I trust my usual stakes
will be agreeable to you?

Of course. The house is happy
to accommodate you, sir.

I shall play some cards first,
I think.

Perhaps later, some roulette.

As you wish.

Good evening, sir. How are you?
Very well, thank you.

That's good.
Place your bets now, please.

Two black.

Place your bets now, please.

Thanks, sir.

Hope you're gonna be
as lucky as Mr Dempsey.

He's had a good evening.

Blackjack. 14.

No double on 14, sir, just a card.
15. Any more?

16. Bust.

- 17.
- Card.

- On 17, sir?
- Yes.

Too many.

I tell you, that was my card!

- You dealt him my card...
- Excuse me!

..out of turn, you stupid...!
Don't argue with me!

I've got eyes in my bloody head,
I saw you do it!

What seems to be the trouble here,
sir?

The trouble is that your stupid
croupier here

can't deal
the flaming cards properly.

Get your hands off me!

Let go of me!

What the English call a bad sport.

If he cannot lose well,
why does he gamble?

Life is hard, then you die. Hit me.

I've been thrown out
of better places than this!

What's this that all about, Eddie?

Don't ask me.
I'm not a gambler, am I?

See ya. Good night, Mr Dempsey.
It sure was.

Oh, I hope that bit of nonsense
hasn't driven you away, Mr Dempsey?

You can rest assured
he won't be back.

No, I just quit while I'm ahead,
Peter.

The way that sheikh's losing money
could get contagious.

Say, who's the loud-mouth, anyway?

Jamie Bessel. Son of one
of our privileged families.

Which lets him behave as he pleases,
I'm sorry to say.

I know the type.

I'll be back.

Oh, God!

Eddie! Call the police!

Then get an ambulance here - fast!

Fast won't be quick enough,
he's dead.

The police just got here.

Will you give me a break, eh?

So, I was in there playing cards,
what have you got,

some kind of international law that
says I can't play cards in there?

No, but I'll get one. Just as long
as it'll stop people getting shot.

What do you think
my governor's gonna say, eh?

"Your man was a bit quick off
the mark, Spikings."

"Yes, sir. He was in there
playing cards when it happened."

At least for once in your life

you weren't carting that canon
around with you!

And why's that, my son?

What, are you kidding?
Ruin the cut of my jacket??

Well, before you return
it to whatever theatrical costumier

you got it from, go and get
detective Makepeace out of bed.

She'll enjoy that I'm sure.

I want the pair of you in my office
within the hour.

Wake up, Harry?

Any time, sir.

Why don't you take her a boiled egg
or something?

You look like a waiter in that lot.

Hello?

I've come to take you away
from all this. You ready?

You? I thought it was just
a bad dream I was having.

What are you doing here?

And why are you dressed
like a waiter?

Oh, now, don't you start.

Just get your handcuffs
and your little chequered hat, OK?

- The man wants us downtown.
- Spikings?

- That's right.
- At this hour of the morning?

- No way, Dempsey. You're raving.
- No, that's you, honey.

See, I was at this robbery
with murder

and Spikings thinks we should
get together on it, see?

Robbery, murder, police - that's us.

Come in, Dempsey.

I thought you'd never ask.

That's far enough.

What's it all about, Dempsey?
What have you been up to now?

Look,
I was just an innocent bystander.

I go to a casino for, you know,
a little blackjack

and I, er, win some money with my
usual consummate skill and, er...

...just as I'm leaving...

...this security guard...

...drops dead right at my feet
with two holes in him.

You mean, that's all you saw?
Just a body?

Yeah, just a body.

See, it turns out
that about a hundred grand

disappeared on its way
to the safe...

...and nobody saw nothing...

...and nobody heard nothing.
And that's all she wrote.

What about security?

You can't just walk in and out
of these places.

Well, somebody did.

Somebody killed a guy
while they were doing it.

You ready yet?!

Yes, as a matter-of-fact I am.
Shall we go?

I'd hate to keep Spikings waiting.
Even at this hour.

He should be so lucky.

After you, Sergeant.
Always after you.

So I've noticed.

Doesn't your libido
ever get tired of you, Dempsey?

You know,
I'm sure together we could beat it.

Mission accomplished, Sergeant.

No trouble for you? Good.

No, not a soul. Got straight
into a taxi at Duke Street.

I could hear the bloody sirens.

All right. I'll be in touch.

"Two 7.65mm bullets.
Probably from a Walther PP.

"Markings suggest a silencer."

So, you might have been blind,

but you weren't going deaf on us,
Dempsey.

"Cashier saw the guard go back in."

That's about all he did see.

"The alarm systems upstairs
weren't triggered,"

so we can assume the thief
didn't come down the chimney,

like Father Christmas.

Whatever he did was fast and clean,
and right under your nose, copper.

What do you want me to do?
Resign? Confess?

OK, so I was playing cards
and I left my x-ray vision at home.

Sue me. I'm human.

We've only got your word for that,
Dempsey.

Personally, I have some doubts.

What about the fight
that broke out?

Er, could that have been a ploy?
Or distraction?

Yeah, it's possible.

But it wouldn't have got the killer
in or out.

Possible, but unlikely.

The man who was given a bum's rush,
one James Spencer Bessel.

His family own half of Wiltshire
and a quarter of Scotland.

Now, what would he want to rob
a casino for? Fun?

Who knows?
With these upper-class English,

they've got a warped sense
of humour. I mean, look at this one.

I beg your pardon?

A refugee from Batman and Robin

telling me I've got
a warped sense of humour?

Well, better warped
than non-existent...

All right, you two, leave it out.

Bessel is only one of the glorious
names on this membership list.

So, we've been instructed to play it
a trifle discreetly. Got it?

Specific orders from above.

Half of this mob have got
diplomatic immunity before we start.

Oh, wonderful.

So, what do we do?

Find the killer and then give him
a lift to the nearest airport?

That's good.

I told you, play it softly.

Oh, what's that supposed to mean?!
Look, but don't touch?

Not unless you got anything better
than drunk and disorderly.

I don't want this lot screaming
harassment at this unit. All right?

That's official.

Tell us what's unofficial, then.

You play it anyway you can,

just so long as I don't get
to hear about it.

Now, this manager, Ferris.

Friend of yours, is he?

We get along when I'm there.
That's his job. Why?

Start with him.
Find out how the place ticks.

This job's too neat not to have
somebody on the inside. Find them.

What about Bessel? Can I pull
some strings on him? Quietly.

You can pull him, and them,
until they squeak.

Just so long as they don't have
police written over them, all right?

- Anything else?
- Yeah, I've got one.

Can I change my clothes now?

The sun's coming up,
I'm starting to feel like Dracula.

Don't be scared.

It's nothing, but children of the night.

Thanks for the lift. You wanna come
in for a cup of coffee or shower?

Either or both, I'm easy.

Mm. I'm sure. But I'm not, Dempsey.

You know, I noticed that right off.

Can't blame a guy
for trying, though.

"Trying" being the operative word.

Go on. Move.

Don't forget to call Ferris
before you do anything else.

We need information, Dempsey.

I get it. I get it.

What about your man?

I'll find him.
Check with Chas later.

OK.

Sure you don't wanna change
your mind? About the shower?

Or would you rather bath?

Try taking a cold one.
That might help.

Hello, Roger.
You're looking very trim.

Is this a regular punishment
these days?

Harriet, my dearest.
What are you doing?

Kerb-crawling
in one of her Majesty's parks?

Nothing perverse, I trust?

Looking for you.
Some would say that WAS perverse.

Of course!

If I didn't offend,
they'd kick me out of Fleet Street.

What are you doing, hunting me down
at this ungodly hour?

You ought to be in bed
with somebody.

I want to talk to you.

Let me buy you a carrot juice
or something.

All right.

As long as you don't mind
the manly reek of perspiration.

I'm thinking of bottling it.
As a special to our readers.

You should.
It's probably 80% proof by now.

Yo! Hiya, Peter. How are you doing?

Yeah. Thanks for getting back to me.

I did, didn't I!

Yeah, break your house.

Yeah, close, right?!

Listen, I'll tell you why I called.

I know you had it up to your neck
in cops last night,

but if you wouldn't mind,
I'd like to hear it myself.

What do you say?

That would be great. I'll come
right over there. Where are you?

In the water?

Oh, that would be great.

OK, I'm on my way. Thanks.

Another day, another dollar.

- Voila!
- Very gracious of you, Harriet.

What's this come under on your
expense sheet? Bribing the press?

Oh, this is just you and me, Roger.
Unofficial gossip, OK?

As you wish.

Who shall we gossip about?

Friend of mine's rather curious
about James Bessel. Let's try him.

The honourable Jamie?
What about him?

You tell me.

He's rich. He's educated
to no particular purpose.

He likes to gamble.
Very fond of the ladies.

If it's a girl-to-girl chat
you want,

you ought to confer
with his last young thing.

I gather he's running loose again,
much to her relief.

She might be useful.
Where can I find her?

She's an old school friend of yours,
Harriet.

Annabel whatsit, at that, erm...
book shop place in Chelsea.

Fitz.

Where on Earth do you
get all this stuff from, Roger?

From my various corrupt sources,
of course.

Just like you're doing.

- Do you want that?
- Mm-mm.

This is pretty stupid, isn't it?
What do you want?

Murder was pretty stupid too.

Let's start with that, shall we?

Come on!

Pull! Pull!

Now, don't... ease up.
Don't, ease up.

Go, go!

All right! You're looking
for a couple of golds in 1992, eh?!

That's a thought. Might stop
you Americans taking them all.

You're a good swimmer...
Good girl.

...I didn't know you had a family,
Peter.

I don't.

I'm divorced, Mr Dempsey.

Casino hours weren't exactly
conducive to marital bliss.

Yeah. Let me ask you,
is that something you consider

when you hire your casino staff?
Their personal lives?

Well, to some extent. Why?

Because whoever robbed you had more
than a fair idea of your setup.

What about your girls?

Go and get changed. Here!

It's possible of course...
But I don't think so.

We make it a house rule that they
don't get involved with the members,

and we check them fairly carefully
when they come to work for us.

And if they don't obey the rules?

Then they don't work for us
any more.

And they would also lose
their dealers' licence,

which means that nobody else
would have them either.

And the pit bosses are there.

They keep an eye on both sides
of the takings.

- They check on your members too?
- Yes.

We get to know
their gambling habits,

and their financial
and social backgrounds.

Anything that might have
a bearing on their relationship

with the casino.

It's tighter than it might look...
to a visitor.

Maybe. Maybe.

Yes, sir. Of course, sir.

I have briefed them
on that aspect of it, sir.

They both realise that we don't want
the matter made... political.

Of course. Thank you, sir. Goodbye.

Do you know what I would do

if I was in control
of the Home Office chairs?

- Do you?
- No, sir.

Make a few changes, perhaps?

I'd hang 'em all from lamp posts.

One by one in front of
a cheering multitude of taxpayers.

Well, what do you want, Chas?
If it's blood, I haven't got any.

Forensic report
on the casino robbery, sir.

I thought you'd want to look at it.

Course I want to look at it. Yeah.

Where are you going?

Stand still while I'm reading.

That's interesting.
Where's Harry and that Yank of hers?

Makepeace is checking a lead
on Bessel, sir.

Dempsey's at the Porchester Baths.

What?!

He's talking to Ferris there, sir.
Casino manager.

I know who Ferris is!

And I know what you are!

You'd better get Harry
in here quick,

unless you want to be wearing
a pointed helmet again.

Chas to
Charlie-five. Come in, Charlie-five.

Charlie-five. What is it, Chas?

Harry? We've got the forensic
report on the casino.

Looks like the money
went out of the skylight.

There was no alarm system on that.

It's not big enough for a break in,
so nobody bothered about it.

Great, so nobody broke in,
but the money broke out.

'What's outside? Any access?'

It's easy if you don't mind
climbing a wall or two.

Duke Street is about 50 feet away
at the back. Sweet, eh?

That still leaves our gunmen inside.

So, we're looking for a double act.
Or maybe three?

One for the killing, one outside

and one who knew an unwired skylight
when they saw one.

'That's got to be one of the staff.

- Agreed?'
- Agreed.

But we don't start flashing warrants
around until we get a link.

Pick up Dempsey and see what
he's got from Ferris. He is at...

- He is at Porchester Baths with him now.
- 'Will do.'

That old place with the steam rooms?
Hardly where I thought he'd be.

What does that mean?

Well, I thought he was hot enough
when I left him, that's all.

So, where's the money?

- In a safe place for now.
- Oh, is it?

It's better off than we are then,
isn't it?

You didn't say anything to me
about killing anybody, Jamie.

It wasn't your concern, was it?

You were perfectly willing
to take a share of the money

and all the other things,

so why this sudden rush
of conscience?

Cos I'm not prepared to sit still

and be arrested for murder,
that's why.

You and your friends can do it
if you like, not me.

You're being idiotic.

If we keep our heads, there's
nothing the police can prove.

- We agreed that, if you remember?
- Not this.

This is yours. And if I think I have
to, I'll tell them that, Jamie.

Do you understand me?

Well, well...

What ever happen to those
passionate declarations you made

with yours nickers off.

What as everybody get them.

Along with a rest of you.

Just get me my share of the money,
Jamie.

Tonight.

Then I can get out of here...

and you can get back
to your Sloane Ranger girls, OK?

I think that just might be the best
thing for both of us, don't you?

All right.

If that's what you want to do,
I shan't stop you.

I'll have to talk to Stephen
about it, though.

He won't like it any more than I do.

Oh, well, you'll just have
to persuade him then, won't you?

You're quite good
at that sort of thing...

...in small doses.

Tell me about the Arab last night.
Is he a regular?

- What, Razul?
- Yeah.

He's been gambling with us
for about six months or so.

His brother's
a genuine OPEC billionaire.

I got it.

Razul helps him spend the money.

He brings about a hundred thousand,
and we match the stakes.

- They generally lose it.
- The way he plays, I'm not surprised.

What about that guy with him?
What his story?

He's kind of a bodyguard.

Keys.

He, er, drives the cars for him.

He's never very far away
when Razul's gambling.

So everybody's used to
seeing him around?

Say, Peter...

do you know the boys in blue
got a statement from him last night?

I'm not sure.

I know they talked to Razul
before he left.

Crane might have been
getting the car.

I'll check it out.

You know, the Romans,
they had a beef about that?

The called it "quid custodiet",
something like that.

Meaning what?

It had to do with that
you could have your bodyguards

keeping an eye on you,
but who's keeping an eye on them?

Listen, get him in the water,
show him how it's done.

You're a good swimmer.
Olympics '92, huh?

- I'll see you, Peter.
- See you.

I think she's taken to you, Deputy.

Oh, you noticed?

Well, how come it doesn't work
on you, Harry?

Perhaps because I'm not 11 any more.

Could have fooled me.

- So, this is one of your friends from school?
- Mm-hm.

She must be the good-looking one,
huh?

You must be Annabel.

- Are you looking for something?
- I think I found it.

- Hi, Annabel?
- Hey! Hello.

- Hi.
- Ooh, is he with you?

He's rather nice, isn't he?

Is he another copper?

Of sorts.

Have you got five minutes?

Well, I'm not exactly
thick with customers.

Try me.

An old boyfriend of yours,
Jamie Bessel.

Oh. Pass me the poisoned pen!

That rat. That two-faced son of a...

What's he been up to?

Glad she likes me. I think.

Stephen, it's me.
Listen, this is bad.

The bloody girl's freaked about it,
and she wants to run.

Says if we don't let her, she'll
start talking to save her own neck.

I think she'd do it, too.

Well, when can you talk,
for God's sake?

She only needs a push
from some copper, and we're in it.

All right. Pick me up there.

Oh, er, where was I?
Oh, yes, oh, yes, the necklace.

Yes, erm,
a dozen cameos on a gold chain.

Tore it straight off me
when I saw him in the street.

Though you can probably
still see the mark.

About there, I think.

- Mm... vicious.
- Mm.

Didn't spoil anything, though.

So, that was in May.
And you haven't seen him since then?

Hmm, neither do I want to,
thank you!

Claire saw him with one of his tarts
in Kensington a couple of weeks ago.

Some dark-haired, Page Three
sort of creature, so she said.

What's Page Three?

One-to-ten scale?

Something like that.

Boobs and bums
for the popular press.

Jamie likes to go
a bit down market for his fun.

Probably all he can afford
these days.

Really? I thought the Bessels
could afford anything.

Oh, the Bessels can, darling.

But if you want to know
a family secret,

Jamie has been banned
from the golden trough,

as far as I could gather.

Won't suit Jamie's lifestyle
one little bit.

Where did you get this?

Well, er, he left things
lying around, and I read them.

I'm an avid reader.

Mm.

Insatiable, I'd say.

Mm.

Well, I think that
might get us somewhere.

Thank you very much, Annabel.

Bye.

You, er...
You sure you don't want to leave him

for me to... browse through?

She'd love to,
but she can't put me down herself.

Mm.

Except after work, of course.

So, Bessel's out of money.

He's right up front
when the money goes missing.

He gets thrown out,
he goes around back,

picks up the cash, and he's off
with Slim Dixon. You like it?

- Mm. Makes sense.
- I like it.

I think we ought to go
squeeze his head, see if it fits.

Fits what?

Being broke and snatching back
necklaces? He'd laugh at us.

And then, you'd stick that gun
of yours up his nose,

and I'd be on traffic work
next week.

Not at the moment, thank you.

So, what are we supposed to do?

Wait till he feels guilty
and turns himself in?

How're gonna nail somebody
if you don't NAIL somebody?

The way Spikings said.

First, we find the connections -

using police work, Dempsey,
not a hammer and nail.

Would you like me to drop you off
at the woodwork class?

You know something, Makepeace?
Sometimes, I'd like to tear

- those lips of yours right off your face.
- What?

Might be the only way
I get to kiss them.

Let's take this thing
for a ride, hey?

Shame to leave it lying around.

What is it?
One of Matey's cast-offs?

One of them, yeah.

The wives use the other one.

So, what about it? Any joy?

Er, no, I'm just going through
the CR files now.

The bodyguard's
a guy named Stephen Crane.

He made a statement last night,
fits with the rest.

All we know about him is that
he was hired by a security firm

named Protel.

You got anything on him?

I know he has got a criminal record.

One interesting thing, though -
he's an ex-soldier.

Came out as a sergeant

after six years
in one of the Surrey regiments.

- Yeah, that's here.
- Huh?

Well, so what?
That doesn't make him unique.

So he was a soldier. What about it?

Well, it seems Bessel has done
his bit for Queen and country, too.

Same time, same regiment.

Yours, I think.

You did very well, Captain...

for a desk officer.

- Were you searched?
- In the lobby. Routine.

- No pull on you?
- Not as yet, though.

I expect they'll get round to it.

But that's not a problem.

It shouldn't be...

with your illustrious name,
should it?

Standard behaviour for you,
isn't it?

Getting thrown out of places.

Oh, absolutely.

Perhaps that's why the rest of you
look up to us so much, hey?

That's what I like about you, Harry.
You're a good policeman.

Oh, thanks. Does that mean
I can grow a beard now?

Why not?
You've already got everything else.

Do we get to go for Bessel now,
or what?

We've already got a motive.

It'll do for questioning,

if we can get to him
without being knee-deep in lawyers.

He might be skint, but he's still
got the family telephone numbers.

Let's see what I can do with mine.

Well, what about Crane?
Come on, give us a body, will you?

We'll check him.

If it smells right,
you can bring him in with Bessel.

Hallelujah.

They might look nice together.

Kicking up, is she?
I thought she might.

Perhaps you should
have said something then.

Perhaps you should have told her
there was only one way to do it -

- with that.
- She wouldn't have played.

I had to play Prince Charming
down on his luck to get what we did.

Sounds about right.
So, what are you gonna do?

Give her the money, let her run?

What else can we do?

If she's bleating now,
she'll do a damn sight more

the minute she's under pressure.

I can think of something.
It's quicker.

Cheaper, too. Know what I mean?

See that? Nothing to it.

I could've made a living at this
in Manhattan.

That doesn't make it
police procedure in London!

Oh...

We call this
"breaking and entering", Dempsey.

There's a law against it.

What do you want me to do?
Leave him a note in his mailbox?

"Dear Mr Crane, this is the police.

"We figured you'd pulled a robbery,
but since you're not here,

"we'll come back tomorrow."
How's that? Nice and English?

Not the way you pronounce it, no.

Well,
neither of us can help our accents.

You've got yours...

...and I got mine, honey.

And ne'er the twain shall meet.

- Honey.
- What's that? You find something?

No, I was just remarking
on our difference in culture.

I really oughtn't to be aiding
and abetting you in this, you know?

I like you abetting me, Harry.

I wish you'd abet me more.

Now, you see...

...if we didn't abet each other,
we wouldn't have found this -

a box of 7.65s.

Same make and size...

...as what killed
that security guard.

So... do I graduate
from woodwork class now?

Honey?

Fits like a glove, Chief. The only
thing we don't have is the insider.

How'd you make out
on those phone calls?

'There are warrants out
for both of them now.'

Chas and another unit are knocking
on doors, so you've got company.

What about number three?
Ferris have any ideas?

I think Ferris is trying to tell
himself the thing didn't happen.

- 'He's in love with his casino.'
- 'Can I say something?'

What is it, Harry?

If those warrants are covered,
then what about Dempsey and I

checking the staff
before any of this gets out?

Somebody's liable to take off
when it does.

- 'Agreed. You do that. Dempsey?'
- Yo?

Keep your bullets where
they belong on this one, hey?

'Under your armpit.'

Oh, dear. What happened?

Nothing happened. I lost.

What a pity.
You're jinxing me.

Oh, I wouldn't want to do that.

Go away.

I'll tell you what -
I'll meet you Ferris's office

when you've got your manners back.

Harry Makepeace! What are you doing
in this den of vice?

It's Graham Locke! Runner-up to you
at the Bisley shoot.

Oh, yes, yes. I remember.

How are you?

Better with a small boar
than with this game, unfortunately.

What about you? I didn't know
policewomen did this sort of thing.

I'm just a guest at the moment.

Erm... I'm sorry, but
you're going to have to excuse me.

There's a call waiting for me.

Did you say it was a house rule

that the girls don't associate
with members here?

- That's what the man said.
- Mm.

Well, I think the house rule's
gone the same way as the money.

You remember Annabel's story
about the necklace?

The one Bessel took back.

Oh, sure.
How could I forget a neck like that?

Well, it's round a different neck
at the moment.

Don't look. Don't look!

Makes his gifts go round,
doesn't he?

What a guy!

She's Rosalind James.
She's been with us almost a year.

She's a good croupier, too.

Are you sure about this necklace,
Sergeant?

I mean, she could have bought
herself one, couldn't she?

Of course, and if that's the case,
I'll apologise.

But it is
an extraordinary coincidence.

Harry thinks it's her, I buy it.

- Did you send for her?
- I told the pit boss to send her in.

But I can't help feeling
you're wrong.

Maybe.

Maybe.

- Mr Ferris?
- Oh, come in, Nick.

She's not here, sir. Miss James.

What do you mean, "not here"?
Where is she?

I'm not sure.
She's just disappeared.

She must have heard that bloody man.

- She what?
- I bumped into him next to her table.

I might as well have been wearing
a badge and a whistle.

Come on, she can't be far.

She's running scared.
Where do you think she'd go? Bessel?

Oh, with the police after her,

Bessel would love her
if she does that!

She is running, Dempsey.

Uh, where would you go,
dressed like that?

Erm... home.

Change my shoes, grab what I could.

Hey, that's not bad.
You're beginning to surprise me.

That's what I keep telling you.
Just give me a chance.

Run!

What's the matter, Captain?
You're tough. Move!

Hey, that's Crane! That's him!

Go for it, Harry.

Police!

Argh!

Damn.

So, they used her,
and then got rid of her.

I wonder what the promise was?

Love, or money?

Oh, a bit of both,
according to Bessel.

In exchange for what she told them
about the alarm system.

- You broke his arm, by the way.
- Did I?

Well, he'll have plenty of time
to rest it.

Well, you had quite a little
round-up here, both of you.

Pity you didn't let me know
a bit quicker.

Could have saved some gunplay
on the public thoroughfare.

Well, I would have called,
but I was out of change.

Yeah, I bet!

Well, I want a report on my desk
first thing in the morning...

from both of you.

Did you hear that? The both of us.

Maybe we should work on it together.

I bet you give good report, huh?

Good spelling, good penmanship,
all that stuff?

At least it would be in English,
yes.

Yeah, that's what I mean.
What do you say, you know?

A little wine, a little music,
a little English.

Not tonight, Dempsey.
You woke me up, remember?

I've got some sleep to catch up on.

Oh, well, maybe we could help
each other there, too.

I mean, after all,
what are partners for?

Good night, Dempsey.
See you in the morning.

Yeah. I wish you would.

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