All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. S02E25 The King of Diamonds Affair

Aah!

Oh! Oh!

Me tooth!

I've broke me tooth.

Oh.

Glass.

Eh, what kind of
place is this anyhow?

Ask for a bit of Pogues
Pudding, and what do you get?

Oh. A piece of broken
glass, that's what you get.

Ooh, look at that. Look at that.

What a pity, what a pity.

Pity? Huh. It's a
blooming crime.

Oh...

Now they won't take me for
that dentifrice ad on the telly.

My whole career is ruined.

Ruined. Oh!

Ha-ha!

Just as I thought.

Young lady, you have just
bitten into a small fortune.

This piece of glass
will one day be

polished into a lovely
blue-white diamond...

worth, I should say, at
least three or 400 pounds.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Can I be of service?

Yes, we'd like to see
the proprietor, please.

Well, I am the proprietor.

Victoria Pogue.

Hmm. May we ask you
a question, Miss Pogue?

Well, of course. What is it?

Well, do you ship to
Chumley's Tea Room?

Well, we ship all
over the country.

All over the world,
as a matter of fact.

Why Chumley's?

Because in a tin of Pogues
Pudding served there...

in addition to the standard
ingredients, there were found these.

Glass? In a Pogue Pudding?

Impossible.

Miss Pogue, the objects my
friend showed you are not glass.

They're diamonds.

Well, I don't care what they are.
They couldn't have come from here.

Now, as to what may have happened
at Chumley's with these diamonds...

you may direct
your inquiries there.

Well, thank you very
much for your cooperation.

But if the situation
should arise again...

you can, uh, contact
us at this number.

"U-N-C-L-E"?

Yes, we would appreciate it
if you would do us a favor...

and keep this entre nous.

Well, I certainly shall.
As a favor to Pogues.

It looks like we've got company.

Uh-oh, there's another.

Three's a crowd.

Lose one, win one.

- Where's the party?
- Looks like we're the party.

Oops.

Back up.

Get down.

Duck!

WOMAN: Mr. Waverly...

Solo and Kuryakin are
ready on the overseas circuit.

Well, gentlemen, you seem
to have survived very nicely.

We were saved by a falling beam.

Almost, that is.

Oh, thank you very much
for that tin of Pogues.

I enjoyed it thoroughly.

And the stones
were very nice too.

Research thinks that they
ought to be worth a small fortune.

As for, uh, Victoria
Pogue, she is definitely...

the most intriguing international
diamond smuggler I've ever run into.

Well, I'm sorry to
disappoint you, gentlemen...

but we'll let our London branch
keep an eye on Miss Pogue.

I was afraid of that.

What we're really
after is who is it rocking

the world market for
diamonds and why?

Is there any further information
on the Brazilian strike?

- Has it been confirmed?
- Yes, it has.

Our research people insist
that those Brazilian stones...

flooding the market
aren't Brazilian at all.

In fact, they positively identify them as
coming from the famous Peacock mines.

Rather confusing, isn't it?

Still more confusing...

is the fact that we've finally been
able to identify who's buying them up.

All right, sir, I'll bite.

- Who?
- Peacock.

Are you implying Peacock's
buying back their own stones?

You do realize...

that we're not in the business
of chasing stolen diamonds...

but the stability of the world
economy is our business.

And I need hardly remind
you that diamonds...

Are a girl's best friend.

And that also,
Mr. Solo, next to gold...

the bedrock on which
that stability rests.

I suppose you'd like us to pay a
little visit to Sir Percival Peacock.

Gentlemen, you've
come on a fool's errand.

You may tell your Mr. Waverly...

that his insinuation that we're
buying back our own diamonds...

is so much balderdash.

Nevertheless, our experts insist that
you're getting them from your own mine.

And I tell you they're Brazilian. Of
course, we're buying them. Of course.

For over a century, our mines
have been almost the sole source...

of this particular
type of stone.

And we're not about
to give up this position...

just because someone
was lucky enough...

to discover a deposit of
similar stones in Brazil.

Gentlemen, we have nearly a billion dollars
worth of diamonds in our reserves...

and we can well enough
afford to add a few million to it...

without upsetting
anyone's sleep.

I've never seen a billion dollars
worth of anything in my life.

Would it be possible to take a,
uh, peek at this vault of yours?

Well, it's not our policy to
allow outsiders even near it...

but I suppose in your case,
we could make an exception.

Gentlemen.

You are entering the most
impregnable vault in the world.

Anyone entering the inner
chamber is closely watched...

on closed-circuit
television there and there.

The safe containing the
diamonds rests on a delicate scale.

Were a single carat removed,
it would register on this dial...

and automatically set
off the alarm system.

You see, gentlemen, the
diamonds are still here.

Uh, may I, um...?

Oh, they're all quite
the same. Excuse me.

Yes?

Of course. I'll be right there.

I'm so sorry, gentlemen,
but I'm needed upstairs.

It seems there's been another block of
Brazilians offered on the Antwerp Exchange.

Channel D, please.

We've just left Peacock's, which
is to say we've just left nowhere.

- No cooperation?
- Uh, too much, really.

We believe he wasn't telling us
everything. We'd like to take another look.

Oh, I see.

Well, with all due respect to your
and Mr. Kuryakin's talents, Mr. Solo...

you might wish to consult an
authority on that line of endeavor.

I assume that you have
someone you wish to recommend.

Yes, I have indeed.

The man you want
is Rafael Delgado...

otherwise known, amongst
other several aliases...

as the Count de Foix...

and Dapper Dan of
Transatlantic Lines.

- Mr. Delgado.
- Mr. Hayes, an honor indeed.

Mr. Delgado...

I am opposed to glorification of master
criminals in the press, cinema and such.

However, these gentlemen
have a special permit...

issued by the Penal
Servitude Board.

Living alone as I do, so to speak,
it's a pleasure to welcome company.

Mr. Solo is a film
producer from Hollywood.

Mr. Solo.

- Mr. Kurkyakin is his writing chap.
- Mr. Kuryakin.

All right, gentlemen,
I will leave you...

and I trust you will not inspire our
youth to emulate Mr. Delgado's exploits.

Hollywood.

Well, at last someone is going
to do a film on Rafael Delgado.

- Sit down, gentlemen. Sit down.
- Thank you, thank you.

We're thinking of calling the
film The King of Diamonds.

How does that strike you?

Not bad. In fact,
I rather like it.

I wish I could offer you a proper
refreshment, but here there is only tea...

and the authorities
permit me but one cup.

No, no. Not necessary at all.

Kuryakin here has researched
your life in the files of Sûreté...

Scotland Yard, FBI, etcetera,
etcetera. Fascinating stuff, you know.

Yes, I'm rather
proud of my career.

Your career has provided
us with thrilling episodes...

but what we need is one
smashing climax, one final caper.

One that is truly
worthy of Delgado.

I'll be out of here in a year, I'll be
happy to provide one for you at that time.

No, no, we can't wait a year.
Production schedules, location unit...

Supposing we invent something.

Say for instance, you are after
the richest prize in the world.

You mean the Peacock
diamonds? That's an excellent idea.

I may try it someday.

If you were free now, offhand,
how would you go about it?

Oh, one can never be offhand
about anything in my profession.

A project of such magnitude
requires the most careful planning.

Months and months
and months of it.

Good. Could you
be more specific?

Well, one studies the location
of all the security devices.

One, uh, looks for any possible
weakness in any of them...

the weakest
bastion, so to speak.

And one studies maps.

You have no idea of the
importance of a good map.

- Mm-hm. Excellent. Are you getting this?
- Yes, it's all going up here.

- Good, where were we? Oh, maps.
- Many, many maps.

Maps of the streets
leading to our target...

and quite importantly for a thief
in a hurry, maps leading from it.

And not only the surface
of the streets, gentlemen...

but, um, what's beneath them.

Oh, I can see it
all now. I can see it.

A sequence beneath
the streets of London.

One man against Scotland Yard.

Oh. If you'll excuse me, gentlemen,
I think this has gone far enough.

As I said before, a man in my situation
longs for company, any company.

Except that of a cop.

Now go before I entirely forget
my manners as a host, will you?

We're here...

and I think the vault
should be over here.

If you must get us lost,
could you do it a bit faster?

Quiet and stop pushing.

Are you sure this is the foundation
under Peacock, under the vault?

Well, according to this map,
it couldn't be anything else.

Someone's been here before us.

It seems so.

Elaborately.

Well, he did a nice job of
cutting through the vault floor.

Hmm. Mm.

Ah, smart Russians.

- Buckshot.
- Ditto.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen, I would suggest
that you meet me up here.

All right, gentlemen, now
you know the sad truth.

The entire stock of the Peacock's
diamond reserve has been stolen.

The buckshot was merely a substitute
to balance the weight of the alarm system.

How did you possibly think you'd
keep a thing like this a secret?

We dared not let the word leak
out, not even to Scotland Yard.

- You have no idea of the consequences.
- If we hadn't, we wouldn't be here.

Then you know what would
happen if this became known.

Well, it sounds to me
like the work of a master.

The work of a genius.

But what kind of criminal mind
could conceive a thing like this?

Mm. Only one kind.

And of his kind,
there is only one.

And to what do I
owe this intrusion?

You're being taken
to the cleaners.

Get in.

- Get in?
- Come on. Get in.

Come on, quick as you can.
Get your foot in there. Come on.

Come on, hurry up.

Impossible, gentlemen...

masterminding a plot like that
from a maximum-security prison cell.

- Good afternoon, Hopkins.
- Afternoon.

No, it's impossible, really.

He's gone.

Sound the alarm.
Sound the alarm.

I don't understand
this, gentlemen.

I was very happily
waiting out my term.

We're partners, remember?

We've, uh, missed you.

I must remind you, we
are partners not by choice...

but only because I needed
some additional capital...

and what you would call,
in your quaint way, muscle.

Well, call it choice
or call it necessity...

you are now a
member of the family.

And a family, now and then, has to
sit down and talk things over, right?

You, uh... You had visitors.

Oh.

The two men from U.N.C.L.E.

You have nothing to worry about.
I had them spotted from the first.

Sure, but you couldn't
resist the temptation

to show how clever
you were, could you?

But of course I was clever.

I enjoyed their visit because
I knew why they were there.

Oh, you should have seen me.

I toyed with them like children.

"Toyed with them like children."

They wound you
around their fingers.

Out of what you told them, they
found out about our operation.

And they found the equipment.

The equipment you had to leave as a
signature of your ruddy great artistry.

I told you your ruddy vanity
would do us in one day, didn't I?

And I tell you that without
Delgado's ego, without his genius...

your cozy little family
would still be dealing...

Well, you won't have to
worry about that anymore.

Our family can get along
without you very well.

You can put the
umbrellas down, gentlemen.

There's not going
to be any rain.

Not as long as I,
Rafael Delgado...

hold the key to
this entire operation.

Not as long as I, Delgado, control
the shipment of the diamonds to Brazil.

Not to mention their safe passage
from Brazil to the markets of the world.

You ruddy, blooming
mascalzone imbecille.

- Never mind. MAN:
Headquarters for you, sir.

They report what?

Now I know how
U.N.C.L.E. got on our trail.

Just got word from Brazil.

That jackass from Pogues
shipped them the wrong tin.

What do you mean the wrong tin?

Plain plum pudding.

You bungler. You
miserable bungler.

So you think you can
get along without Delgado.

You can't even lick a postage
stamp without falling on your face.

Forget you were nice and cozy
in your cell setting up an alibi, eh?

Which you have ruined now
with your customary finesse.

I'll kill him. I'll kill
that Pogue nitwit.

Oh, is that all you
can think of, killing?

I suppose you got
a better idea, eh?

- Certainly.
- What?

I'll have to deprive
you of the Rolls...

but you and the boys
can use the laundry truck.

Channel E.

Odd dresser, foreign
type, now entering.

- See you in the morning, Elsie.
- Very well, ma'am.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.
We're just closing.

Oh, I will only be a moment.

It is very important that I
see Miss Victoria Pogue.

I'm Victoria Pogue.

I wasn't prepared to believe
it, but miracle of miracles.

You are even more beautiful
than I had pictured you.

Well, I'm sorry, but am I
supposed to know who you are?

Ah, but you must.

I'm afraid there
has been a mistake.

Not at all.

We have met by mail...

and I have cherished
your correspondence...

every invoice, every
statement I have kept.

And now we meet in person.

I still don't understand, sir.

Señorita, your humble
servant, Dom Rafael.

Oh, the coffee
planter from Brazil.

The very same.

Dom Rafael, you're one of
our most cherished customers.

Oh, thank you.

I only hope that one day...

I might be able to show you
the pleasures of my country.

Oh, you flatter me, Dom Rafael.

I speak only from the heart.

And I said to myself, "I
cannot bring sweets...

for what is sweeter
than a Pogue pudding?"

- So I hope you will accept these instead.
- Oh.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

It is poor payment indeed...

for all the pleasures Pogues
puddings have given me.

We try to please always.

And you do.

Almost always.

Almost?

Well, the matter is
hardly worth mentioning...

but since I am here, one of
my dearest friends complained...

that the last tin ordered, which
should have been pecan pudding...

turned out to be burnt almonds.

Oh, that's unforgivable.

- Oh...
- Let me call our shipping clerk.

- Mr. Wambley...
- No, no, no.

Don't let me take
away from your work.

That poor fellow probably
couldn't help it. A slight oversight.

Perhaps if you
let me talk to him.

- Well, if you wish, but he's...
- You called, ma'am?

Freddie, this is Dom Rafael,
our good customer from Brazil.

And it seems there's been some
mix-up. Perhaps he'll explain it to you.

Will you excuse me?
I'll just put these in water.

- Anything?
- No, he's still in there.

What exactly did you
mean by, uh, foreign type?

I would say he was
dressed a little flamboyantly.

Inverness cape,
broad-brimmed cap.

- Delgado?
- I'll go in the front, you check the rear.

You worthless mongrel.

Are you sure it was only
one tin you fouled up?

Yes, sir, I'm sure. It was
just that one tin, and I'm sorry.

Sorry?

Do you realize I am the most wanted
man in London at this very moment...

and I had to risk
my life, my liberty...

to protect your wretched
neck from Blodgett?

- Thank you, sir. Mr. Delgado, I really...
- Oh, shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

Because of your bungling,
all plans are changed.

We are moving everything.

Every tin, every carton
out of here right now.

Right now, it won't take long.

- I won't let... SOLO: Where
is the man with the cape?

- Come on, where did you hide him?
- What is it?

What do you want with Dom Rafael?
He is one of my best customers.

- I have to get out of here.
- Right this way, sir. Right here.

It's right around
the corner there, sir.

Right here.

Hold it.

Mr. Wambley, this gentleman waving
a pistol is looking for Dom Rafael.

- Didn't he come in here to speak with you?
- No, I ain't seen nobody.

I was in the fridge checking
tomorrow's shipment.

- But, Freddie, you just...
- Where's the back door?

If you think he's gone out
that way, you're mistaken, I...

- What's in here?
- Nothing, governor, just cold storage.

I hope this gives you a
good case of the sniffles.

You're wasting your time,
gov. There ain't nobody in here.

Freddie.

What in the world...?

Sorry, ma'am.

Open Channel D.

Right. Now see that
lot don't forget nothing.

Right-o, governor.

A van and a car has just
pulled in behind Pogues.

One of the men in it is one
that Mr. Solo and I met before.

Middle 40s, dark
suit, bowler hat.

The man you're
looking at is Blodgett.

Head of that notorious criminal
gang known as the Family.

Cousins of our friends
in Chicago, I presume.

First cousins. Avoid direct
action for the moment.

Try to find out what's
going on and report.

Agent 14, are you there?

A van has just pulled up in back of
Pogues. Go in and warn Mr. Solo.

Hello, then.

Hey, look, up there.

- Where's Mr. Solo?
- Who, sir?

- Solo.
- Nobody here by that name, sir.

Come to think of it, I did see
a bloke going through here.

Well, gentlemen, you're
on time, for a change.

Aren't you going
to help us load?

My talent is in
the creative area.

Physical labor is for
those without what I have.

I suggest you help.

All right, lads, lively, lively,
lively. Haven't got all night.

Come on, move it along.
Move it along now, come on.

He was a snooper, he was.

But not smart enough for old Freddie.
About Mr. Solo, wait till you hear...

I didn't know we were
on speaking terms.

Oh, gee, mate.

All right, all right,
all right. Come along.

It's light as a feather.
Move it. Move it.

Come on, you big
germs can do it.

Yes, sir?

We're still waiting for
your report, Mr. Kuryakin.

Hang on a minute.

I think I bumped my head.

But I'll take a look around.

The van and the
car have gone, sir.

I'll look inside.

The Pogue's secret storeroom
has been cleaned out.

Agent 14 is dead.

Mr. Solo is among the missing.

More caviar, my friend?

Oh, no, thanks, chum.

Stuff's too rich for my tum tum.

Ah.

Air.

Beautiful air.

Now, the trouble with you...

is you have no appreciation of
the rich contrasts that life can bring.

Only a moment ago, saved
by a hair from a prison cell.

And now, flying
through the air...

with $2 billion worth
of glittering diamonds...

and a glass of
champagne in my hand.

Which reminds me...

what did those two nice
U.N.C.L.E. men call me? Mm.

The king of diamonds.

To His Majesty.

Gentlemen.

Oh, it's warm.

Where do you
suppose we're going?

I haven't the slightest inkling.

You know, I always thought
that an unscheduled flight...

to one knows not where was
the greatest delight imaginable.

Now I'm not so sure.

What are we going to do?

I still haven't the
slightest inkling.

But I think we should always make
the most of what fate or chance offers.

Victoria, uh, is
that for the queen?

No, it's short for Victorian.

You have no idea what a
proper family I come from.

And now all this happening.

Well, let's not get too romantic about
it. These people can be pretty nasty.

Somehow I feel
very safe with you.

Under ordinary circumstances,
that would not necessarily be true.

I'm definitely not
the brotherly type.

I hope not.

Oh. Wait.

Overseas relay. Channel D.

Yes. Come in, Mr. Solo.

I've been wondering
where you were.

Well, I'm not exactly in
a position to tell you, sir...

but I can say that we are in midair
and we have a cargo of plum puddings.

I would say that we have
most of the Peacock diamonds.

That definitely wasn't a plum
pudding I just heard, Mr. Solo.

Uh... I can assure you that
she is equally delectable, sir.

Ahem. Mr. Waverly,
this is Victoria Pogue.

- Miss Pogue.
- How do you do, sir?

Oh, uh, Mr. Solo, uh,
Control has just informed me...

that they've triangulated
your position.

You're off the coast of
Venezuela heading south.

Thank you.

In the meantime, see that
no harm comes to Miss Pogue.

I am doing my best
in that department, sir.

Get me Mr. Kuryakin, please.

What are you doing
at the moment?

Absolutely nothing.

Uh, except talking to you, sir.

Well, I've just had a
conversation with Mr. Solo.

He's in a plane
over South America.

So I think, without wasting any time,
you'd better drop in on our man in Rio.

Yes, sir.

Ah, it's good to see
you, Mr. Kuryakin.

- I want you to meet Agent Gomez.
- How do you do?

Excuse me, I've been
fighting a headache.

And Agent Amaya.

And a cold.

Personally, I prefer Thrush.

Carmen, some aspirin
for Mr. Kuryakin, please.

Señor Rafini has briefed
us on your mission.

Oh, good, then perhaps you can brief
me. Up to now, I've been flying blind.

Control here has located
the mine we think you're after.

To get there secretly will
involve a little trip up the Amazon.

These two gentlemen know the
river as well as anyone in Brazil.

Thank you very much.

Shall we go?

I wish I were 20 years younger.
I'd be tempted to go along with you.

If I were 20 years older, I'd
be more than tempted to stay.

Ah, here we are, gentlemen.

Welcome to Delgado's
second home.

- The first, being that one.
- Not the last time, I hope.

I appreciate your heavy
humor, Mr. Blodgett.

Ah, beautiful Brazil.

Land of the richest
diamond mine in the world.

Not yet, it isn't, mate.

Mr. Knox, get it
unloaded there, eh?

Aye, sir.

Get these steps out
of the way. Come on.

Bring that stock over, come on.

Boxes all over.

Hold it.

Oh. Company's come.

Get it on the ground and
open it up. Go on, move.

Come on, come on, open it.

Well, well, well.

This cargo is more
precious than I thought.

Where's your other
partner, Mr. Solo?

I'm sorry, there was only
room for two in the carton.

Ah, we meet again.

- I wish I could share the sentiment.
- I wasn't speaking to you.

I hadn't expected you so
soon in Brazil, Miss Pogue.

How good of you to
accept my invitation.

Through no fault of hers,
Mr. Delgado, she is my guest, not yours.

Take them out and shoot them.

No, wait, wait, wait. I
have a much better idea.

The Portuguese parterara.

Portuguese what?

Parterara.

- Take them out and shoot them.
- No, wait, wait.

A parterara is a small cannon.

In the days of conquistadores, it was
used to execute rebellious native chiefs.

Their bodies were tied to
the muzzle of the parterara...

then the cannon was fired and their
bodies scattered to the four winds.

Oh, I like it. I
like it. Oh, I like it.

Where do you find this Portuguese
parte-whatever you called it?

It will take a bit of time. The
cannons haven't been fired for years.

They must be made ready.
May I suggest, uh, dawn?

Dawn?

Must we get up that early?

Tie them up and throw
them into the mine.

Tie them up and
throw them in the mine.

Gentlemen, please, my head.

- We can't stop now.
- Why not?

You've noticed the natives
have all been friendly.

These rhythms let them
know we're friendly too.

You know, around here, they have
a hobby of chopping your head off...

and then shrinking it.

I'm not sure I
wouldn't prefer it.

It's so cold in here.

You're no longer enjoying
the adventure, huh, Victoria?

Oh, I never thought
Pogues Pudding kitchen...

could seem so attractive.

Greetings, my friends.

I come on a mission of goodwill.

Goodwill.

Much as it is against
my principles...

to find myself on the
side of law and order...

I am compelled to make
an exception in this case.

Well, to what do we owe this
fortunate change in the wind?

What is there left for a man like me?
My masterpiece has been completed.

Can you picture me sitting on my patio
clipping coupons for the rest of my life?

An artist who
ceases to create dies.

And I am not quite
prepared for that yet.

Just outside the
compound is a stream.

There I have a canoe,
a guide and provisions.

Mr. Solo, you, Miss
Pogue, and I, Delgado...

are bidding farewell
to beautiful Brazil.

Don't tell me you're
gonna abandon a billion

dollars’ worth of
diamonds to Blodgett.

Now, really, Mr. Solo.

While those oafs, Blodgett and
Knox, sit in the strong room...

with your lovely
puddings, Miss Pogue...

behold.

Good heavens.

I suppose it would be considered
unethical to ask how you managed this.

Later, as we paddle up the Amazon,
I'll give you the details. There's no time.

Although, to tell the truth, I did
this so cleverly, so exquisitely...

that we have a good head start.

My partners won't
discover the loss for hours.

We've been robbed!

What?

There's no pudding.

It's all gone.

There's no more.

You scum of the earth.

Betrayer. Lowest to the low.

Thief.

If you'll step aside,
sir, I'll drill the ruddy rat.

No.

No, I've got a better idea.

The Portuguese... What?

Parterara.

Right, the parte... Right.

Gents, clean a third cannon.

Left.

Right face.

All right, tie them up.

Light the fuses.

To the tower. To the
tower. See what's go...

Not all of you, you stupid sods.

Get over here! Get
back! Get back over here!

Next time try not
waiting till the last minute.

Next time try not to go
that far up the Amazon.

Turn the cannons around.

What are you doing, you maggots?

Get over here! Get
back! Get back over here!

Get over there and
see what's happening.

Oh. Oh. Rafael.

Ahh.

You mustn't weep
for me, Miss Pogue.

I have really
nothing left to live for.

Not ever could I hope to top the
Peacock diamond masterpiece.

Yes, you could. You're
the king of diamonds.

It's a funny thing, but...

Oh. Oh.

I'm only sorry Mr. Delgado
can't be here with us.

Well, if I were in charge, I'd
double the guard at the Pearly Gates.

Yes, well, where he's
taken up residence...

I don't think they have
that kind of architecture.

Yes, sir?

I hate to interrupt you...

and your little visit
to Rio, gentlemen...

but I have a bird of another
feather waiting for you in the wings.

- Thrush?
- Yes.

You will report to
headquarters tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

That will give you at
least one more night here.

- Mr. Waverly.
- Yes.

I saw no reason why I, too,
shouldn't come rolling down to Rio...

for an afternoon
or so before I'm old.

Ah, yes, sir. This is,
uh, our Victoria Pogue.

How do you do? - Ah, yes, yes.

Miss Pogue, it may seem a trifle
duller, but I'm sure much safer...

if I personally conducted
you back to your puddings.

Hmm.