All language subtitles for Pie.in.the.Sky.S02E03.The.Policemans.Daughter.AMZN-Hi OFF

Ralph?

Terry?

Uh! Uh!

Sergeant?

Caught ya.
All right, get ´em out of here.

Come on, you lot, move!

- You, son, with me.
- What for?

Possession
of funny cigarettes.

Smelling like a sewer rat.

He doesn´t!

Oh, you have spent too much time
with him, Miss.

What´s that?

The owner´s builder.

That´s not building.
That´s smashing down.

It´s his property, Miss.
He can do what he wants.

That´s the law.

Have a look upstairs.

What´s going on?!
Why are you doing this?!

These people need homes!

Oi, who told you
to do this?!

And I expect your presence here
is a complete coincidence?

Trompettes de la mort.
"Trumpets of death."

♫ Do-do-do-do ♫♫

I shall cook some later.

You can´t.
Margaret´s got concert tickets.

Ag-ga-ga-da! Don´t run.

All well, here?

Oh, yeah, Mr. Fisher
rang for you.

I told him you were out
for the day.

Yeah.

And he said
that he´d call back.

I think Margaret´s gone to a lot
of trouble to get the tickets.

So do I. I´m out.

Pie in the Sky?

Is Crabbe there?

- Who´s speaking, please?
- He´s out.

Fisher.

Mr. Fisher, I´m sorry, he´s out.
Can I take a message?

Afternoon, Mr. Crabbe.

Afternoon.

So, this is the extension
to your empire?

Yep.

I paid over £1,000 rent
on this field.

I´m going to put some primitive
lambs out for the summer.

You don´t know anything
about sheep.

Sublet.
They´ll belong to a pal.

He´ll pay me rent,

and lambs will up the nitrate.

Oh, that´s what it´s called?

Then I´ll plow it in.
Lovely stuff.

Crumbly when it breaks down.

Sort of halfway between a cob
wall and a good cheddar cheese.

All right, all right.
I´ve got the picture.

Well, I´ll be interested in
some of these primitive lambs.

And when you´ve
got this one plowed,

I´ll be interested
if you´d plant some of these.

Pink fir apple for salads.
They´ll be a premium.

Is, uh

It?

No sandwiches?

No. No sandwiches.

You come all the way out here
to show me a potato?

Yeah.

Well, and to hear
about your lambs.

Oh, and, uh, I´d get that gate
fixed before they arrive

if I were you, ta-ra.

Come on, puppy. Go on.

Whose field is it?

I don´t know.
Some fat cat. Who cares?

All property´s theft.
Got any matches for the fire?

Are we going to cook?

Cook what?
That´s to have a warm by.

We don´t eat ´til we get
some money.

Well, how do we do that?

Vince is going
to go busking.

Hope you ain´t hungry?

Oh, no, no, come on?

You´ll be putting those diners
off their suppers.

What, do you own
the street?

No, but I own the restaurant.

Look, here.
Find another pitch, all right?

Fair enough.

Thanks.

Not everyone can
be Yo-Yo Ma.

Yeah, but Yo-Yo
wears a dinner suit

and plays the cello
really well.

You´re a regressive.

Yeah, what should
a regressive

make for your supper now?

Nothing. You relax.

I´ve got something
in the deep freeze.

What´s that?

Some nice pizzas.

Oh, Margaret.

Oh, look?

Can´t we have one night
in peace?

Hey?!

Hey, hey, hey, you?

Mind the car.
Don´t I know you?

I said, don´t I know you?

Get stuffed.

You want to come down to
the nick and discuss it?

Right. What´s your name?

Vince Hocking.
Now, get stuffed.

Oh, right on time.

Really?

Steve Turner´s Steak Pie.

Meal for table two.

With trompettes de la mort --
courtesy of the Chef.

Hmm, smells wonderful.

There´s just one problem.

Ah, we know.

What´s this?

Scotch woodcock.

It´s fish.

Well, the anchovies are supposed
to clear the palate

before you taste the port.

Boy, that and the pudding, I´ll
have to starve until Sunday.

What, no Mrs. Fisher?

Felicity´s away
on holiday.

Oh, so, you came here
because you were hungry?

Not quite.

I want something from you.

It´s my daughter Jane.
She´s disappeared.

Why?

Kids.

She´s asserting
her independence.

You don´t think she´s
in any sort of danger?

There´s moral danger
everywhere.

I´d like her back.
I´d like you to find her.

Before her mother gets home?

Any time.

But, yes,
before her mother gets back.

Cambridge will help you.

Oh, is this official?

No, but, uh, Cambridge owes me
one or two favors.

Course. Sorry.

Jane.

Um,

where do you think
I might find her?

If I knew that, I --

I´m sorry.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Here, sir.

Thanks, John.

Um, cream or milk?

You use too much
dairy fat.

Well, you don´t have
to take it.

We have steak tartare
and raw spinach salad

on the menu, but it´s
not compulsory.

Uncooked meat

Find her.

Bloody hell!

Bloody hell!

Got the sister´s address?

Mm-hmm.

Something wrong?

Well...
you don´t do steak tartare.

Let this be a lesson
to you, Cambridge.

You shouldn´t believe everything
Freddy Fisher tells you.

Come on.

Bloody hell.

Oi! Oi!

Oi!

What on earth´s going on?

Shh, they´re asleep.

I don´t care
if they are asleep.

What are you doing asleep
in my field?

What is it?

It´s the land owner.

I want you out.

Nah, it´s a lackey.

Listen, this is my field.
I´m going to keep sheep on it.

Oh, We don´t mind.

I do --
They´ll all get foot-and-mouth

off you lot.

How long have you actually
been a shepherd?

Out!
Out, out, out!

Or I´ll be back with the police.

Young lady, put those
faggots down.

Why?

Because they´re mine.
This is my field.

My field,

my woods -- I´m the one
who´s paid for it.

Gather your belongings
and leave.

All of you!

Oi! Stop that now, and get
this bus off my land!

What´s all the row about?!

You. You´re leaving.

Who says?

Me.

You, and whose army?

I´ll be back, sonny.

And you´d better be gone
when I do.

Mr. Fisher
really should report

his daughter missing officially.

Well, if we don´t find
her, I expect he will.

He could ask for himself.
I don´t see why we´re here.

Oh, yes, you do.

You´re here because he´s made
sure you owe him something,

and you do, don´t you,
Detective Sergeant?

So, when Fisher asked you to go
and inquire after his daughter,

you couldn´t say no.

Well, we couldn´t say no.

No.

Well, which one is this?

Looking for me?

Miss Fisher?

Herself.

You have the air of policemen.
Is something wrong?

We´re looking for your sister.

My father sent you.

Well, the last I knew,

Jane was with her boyfriend.

Have you got the address?

She made me promise
not to pass it on.

I won´t.
I just want to talk to her.

You´ll have
to get off the mat.

You know you shouldn´t do that?

That was he says.

You got any spare change?

That´s nice.

Thanks.

Can you spare some change
for a cup of tea?

Sure.

Cheers.

This is so embarrassing.

Yeah, well, you want money --
got to do it.

- Here you go, ta.
- Thanks.

- There.
- Thanks.

She doesn´t look
like the photo.

What does she look like?

She´s a weekend hippie --

a traveler who doesn´t
travel too far.

Anything outstanding?

No.

Well...

She´s dyed her hair.

Magenta?

Hmm, it´s a sort
of crimson mauve.

It´s very...cheerful.

What does my father
want from her?

He wants her home
before your mother gets back.

And what would she care?

What do you mean?

My mother´s in Kenya doing white
mischief with her boyfriend.

My sister hasn´t lived
at home for months.

What does Freddy want?

I´m -- I´m sorry.
I just don´t know.

Well, I´ve got to get
some shuteye.

Jakarta tomorrow,
San Francisco Saturday.

Did Mr. Fisher
divorce her?

No.

Poor man.

Look, not a word
about what you heard up there.

See if you can find
this address.

And if you spot any girls
with mauve hairdos,

sit on them, and phone me.

It´s my day off, sir.

And mine, which means
I should be cooking lunch.

Well, you might

at least look busy.

One leek vinaigrette,
one potted shrimp,

one vegetable terrine,

two wings of skate,
and two mussels.

Right, I´ll do the skate.

Figures are a bit down
this month, Mr. Crabbe.

Oh, yes?
Go on then. Tell him.

What?

He thinks our menus´s
getting boring.

- No. It´s not boring.
- What´s boring?

- My menu.
- No, it´s...

Well, we can´t be
that boring.

I´ve just taken another order
from eating people.

Ha-ha-ha.

"Eating people"?

The gourmet group.

They´re not gourmets.

They´re a bunch of miserable,
old foodies and fatties.

They came last time,

and they asked for
stargazy pie.

I mean, I ask you?

I told them we didn´t deal
in such faddishness.

Hey, I´ll make one
if you want.

I´ve never made one.

The pilchards are cheap.

All right then. You´re on.

Uh, can I help you?

I´m trying to control
our throwouts.

Yeah, we all are.

Steve, will you check
the contents of the fridge

with Mrs. Crabbe, please?

This mackerel´s
had it at the end of the day.

What else?

Oh, half a ham,
some bacon cubes.

Some jaundiced-looking leeks,
and the Caerphilly´s had it.

Oh, and the garlic´s gone dry.

Not forgetting
Steve Turner´s steak pie

no one got to eat
last night.

Oh, no, I had a bit.

- Any good?
- It was superb.

Not as good as yours, but --

No, no, no, superb.

Well, it´s all too old now.
Let´s sling the lot of it.

Uh, actually,
I had other thoughts.

What other thoughts?

I thought we could
feed a few people

who were down on their luck.

These will get cold.

Oh, look,
we´re short of eggs.

I saw some kids busking
in the High Street.

If you won´t stop feeding people
at that back door,

then you´ll never
get rid of them.

Didn´t Soyer feed the poor?

Busking in Barstock is not
starving in Spitalfields.

That´s it -- he fed
starving silk weavers.

Heroic.

And you can be a hero, too.

Afternoon.

Afternoon.

Sergeant Cambridge, would you
like a cup of Sergeant´s Tea?

What´s special about it?

Comes from my flask.

Actually, I´d like
a bit of information.

You know the boarded up building

on March Street?

The squathouse.

Quite. What happened?

Don´t you know?

No.

We raided it
a couple of days ago.

For?

- Drugs.
- Who lived there?

Is this a trick question?

No.

Druggies, bunch of scruffy
herberts, hippies,

crusties, the great unwashed.

You didn´t
like them then?

No, I don´t.

I mean, they take,
but they don´t put back.

Do you know the owner
of that building

had to grab the chance
to nick back his own property?

And where have the scruffy
herberts gone now?

Everywhere.

What are you looking for?

A man named "Vince Hocking."

In there.

Tried at Barstock Crown Court
a year ago for attempted murder.

That´s right.
I remember.

Crippled a man in
a fight at that pop concert.

Of course.
Not guilty.

He still
had the fight,

and the bloke
is still crippled.

There´s no justice in that,
eh?

Well,
if he didn´t do it --

Then there was the GBH
six months before,

and he got off with that, too.

That one was his girlfriend.

He´s our local psycho.

You want my advice?

Go on.

Watch yourself.

Man, ringing bell: Shop!

Sir?

I´ve come to complain.

Most people have, sir.

I have been invaded
by crusties.

My field

is full of old buses,
dogs, and lay-abouts.

Yes?

Well, I want something done
about it?

They´re all there.

Sorry?

They´re beggars.

What, they beg from you?

Very funny.

Just you cut with the cheek
and make with the notebook.

I want action.

Don´t make a habit of it.

Ignore him.

Come on.

I´ve got quite a few things
in there for you.

Right, there is ham, bacon,
leeks.

This is pie.

What´s this cheese called?

Caerphilly, Mrs. Crabbe.

Well, it´s not
the stuff of souffles,

but it´ll keep your ribs
from caving in.

That´s very kind of you.
Thank you.

And there is some garlic
somewhere.

Wonderful.

Good.

Now, do you think
you can manage all this?

I -- you don´t have
a box or something?

Oh, Steve
will sort you out.

He´ll even suggest
a recipe for you.

Here you are.

So, what do you reckon
I should make with it?

Haste. Hop it.

That her?

I suppose so, yeah.

Well, what now?

Well, I can always
trudge down into the field

and wave my warrant card at her,
and say,

"I´ve come from your Dad,
he says you have to come home."

What do you reckon?

No.

No.

I don´t suppose
we´ve done our duty

by just finding her?

- No.
- No.

Now...this is what
I call action.

When do we move in with
the tractors and the chains?

Chains

Oh, I see.
We´re waiting for the heavy mob.

Heavy mob?

Yeah, with the C.S. gas
and the dust-bin lids.

They won´t go quietly, you know.
I´ve asked already.

Henderson, you´re turning
into a real rate payer.

Pay rates.

I pay rent, too...
on that field.

What happened to
the Rainbow Alliance then, eh?

What happened to the green
refugee from the inner city

who came to my kitchen door

with a wheelbarrow load
of Wiljas?

The bank
got their claws into him.

What are Wiljas?

Potatoes.

What if my mate
with the primitives

sees that lot polluting
the grazing?

He´ll pull out.
I´ll be in a right shtook.

Well, you´ll have
to look elsewhere

for your nitrates.

I don´t suppose that
field´s going to lack nitrate.

What on earth
are primitives?

Sheep.

What do you know about?

Well,
Butterworth´s Police Law.

Cover to cover.

Look, Henderson, those people
are not going to get up

and walk away from that field.

And it´ll cost you a fortune
to get a court order

to make them go.

The law in this land
is a conspiracy

against the honest man.

So, you´ll just have to use
your brains instead.

Ha.

For instance,

I knew a girl who fell in love
with a boy,

but her parents
thought he was unsuitable.

What to do?
So they came up with a plan.

They asked him
to come round their house

every night for a week.

And every night, they put him
in the best chair,

they gave him the best food,

and they smothered him
with affection.

And they told the girl
how lovable he was,

and they told her how happy
they were for her.

And?
What happened?

Well, on Friday night,
she dumped me.

See, you´ve got to charm them
out of there, Henderson.

Perhaps
you can do it for him.

No tractors...
no chains?

No, no. Trust me.

Just bring your van

to my kitchen door tomorrow
morning, all right?

Was the girl Mrs. Crabbe?

These?

Yes,
take all of those.

And watch out -- they´re very
hot and very heavy.

Bread.

Thank you.

Thank you.
Careful.

Morning, sir.

What´s in those things?

Uh, fish soup.

I thought food
was supposed to

leave restaurants
inside the clients.

New variation
of an old idea, sir.

Well, any joy?

Perhaps.

You found her?

Have you talked to her?

No, not yet, sir.

Where is she?

Nearby.

And she´s safe?

I think so, yes.

Well, take me there.

No. Forgive me, sir, no.
It´s very delicate.

It´s like tickling trout.

What, and I´m not delicate?

Cambridge,
do you mind taking the basket?

Okay, folks.
This is my friend Mr. Crabbe.

He brought you a present.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I´d like to offer you a deal.

In exchange for leaving
Mr. Henderson´s land --

What a surprise?

And go where?

Just away.

Typical.

Well, it is his field.

What are you going to do
if we don´t --

turn up with a bunch of blue
uniform fascists to beat us up?

Hear him out.

No, no, no.

Look, in exchange for your
leaving Mr. Henderson´s land

on Friday, I´ll feed you a meal

once a day,
every day until then.

Including Friday.

Done.

Weren´t going to stay anyway.

This field´s
got a bad aspect to it.

It doesn´t drain.

Thanks, mister.

Carry on with this lot,
would you?

Vince Hocking.

And what are you after --
a date?

Who´s he?

Uh, it´s Alexis Soyer --

Patron Saint of Modern Chefs.

Well, Patron Saint to me,
actually.

What did he do?

He was a chef for the Reform
Club in the 1850s.

He, uh, fed the starving
in London,

and he invented the first
field kitchen for the soldiers

in the Crimean War.

He was a great man.
Do you want some soup?

No, thanks.
Tom gave me some of your ham.

Oh. Listen, um, I´d like
to have a talk with you.

I thought you would.

I know who you are.

I remember you coming home

with my father
when I was a little girl.

He´s very worried about
you, you know?

He´s worried about himself.

Look, come and tell me
about your dad.

Hey! What do you think
you´re doing? Give it here.

If you want a drink of cider,
get your own -- not mine.

I call my father
"the ball and chain."

He´s a control freak.

So, is this your breakaway?

It´s not just me.

My sister Clare left home
at 17.

My mother´s been having affairs
as long as I can remember.

I can see your father

poured all of his energies
into the job.

And me.

Clare was already about
to flunk her exams.

But me -- he decided
I would be his project.

So...

No school results
were good enough.

My clothes weren´t right.

Why was -- why was my hair like
this and not like that?

Why are my shoes unpolished?

He never left me alone.

While I was a schoolgirl
I had to put up with it.

Ah, but now I´ve put off
childish things.

Six months ago, I went
to live with Clare.

Then I moved in
with a boyfriend -- Terry.

Ooh, I can see
your father objected to that.

Objecting would be normal.

Screaming, shouting, stamping
feet would be normal.

But my father´s abnormal --

likes to play games.

What games?

He organized a drugs raid
at the place

where we were living.

Now Terry´s in prison
awaiting trial

for this much cannabis.

You want your boyfriend back?

No. Terry´s hopeless.

I was about to give him
the heave-ho anyway.

But my father shouldn´t have
locked him up,

just to punish me.

It´s not right!

Is this your way
of getting revenge?

Only until Friday.

Then what?

Then I leave with the others.

Aren´t you coming
to bed?

I was thinking.

What?

Well...
families.

I mean, it doesn´t matter
what you do,

so much as how you do it.

Oh, Fisher and his kid?

Hmm.

I mean, if he can´t
get on with his kids,

he should at least
behave well.

Oh.

Well, that´s not a problem
we have to face.

No.

I love you, Henry.

I know.

Oi! What´s your game?

We brought these
for the lady.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

You haven´t got any work

going, have you?

Such as?

Uh, I can wash up.

Breakfast, John?

No, thanks.

Steve?

Yeah?

What´s wrong, John?

I just think those people
are taking liberties.

They´re always after something.

He´s just after work.

Well, I hope the customers
don´t see him.

They won´t.

No, they might smell him.

Oh, come on, John.

Everyone needs a break
sometime.

I mean, is a morning´s work
too much to ask?

Is that all?

That´s all.

Look,

give him this when
he´s finished, all right?

Me?

Yes, you.

I have to go out.

I´m leaving you
in loco parentis.

So be a good father,
all right?

Oh, dear.

Sir?

Sergeant.

How are things
on the front line?

All quiet, sir.

Shall I call
the Superintendent?

No, I´m meeting
Detective Inspector Crabbe.

He´s
in the back office, sir.

Uh, don´t go away, Sergeant.

Sir?

With your permission, sir?

Carry on, Inspector.

Uh, your collar --
this one.

Which?

Terrence Leonard Curtis --

born 11th of June, 1974,

Slough, Berkshire.

Uh, yes, sir?

Possession
of a controlled substance

with intent to supply.

What was it --
what was the drug?

It was cannabis, sir.

Cannabis. Right.

And, uh, how much?

Uh...uh --
1/4 of an ounce, sir.

1/4

of an ounce.

Yeah, well...

some dealer, eh?

And, uh,

how did this arrest come about?

A raid.

Acting on information
supplied by...?

Uh, it was, uh, headquarters.

Uh, criminal intelligence,
I should think.

You should think?

It´s funny that nobody bothered
to tell the drug squad, eh --

about your major drugs baron

and his 1/4 of an ounce
of cannabis resin?

He still had it.

That´ll do, Sergeant.
Close the door on your way out.

Sir.

Your daughter
believes you arranged

to have this boy arrested.

But I didn´t.

Well, of course,
you didn´t, sir.

I know that.

But it´s what she believes --
that´s the point.

And since he was charged
for being in possession

of such a small amount,

you can see why --
from her point of view.

Possession of drugs is wrong.

Absolutely, sir.
I couldn´t agree more.

But what´ll happen when Terry´s
brief gets up in court?

"Your honor, the raid
took place,

"my client was arrested,

"the squat was smashed, for one
reason and one reason only --

because A.C.C. Fisher
wanted his daughter back."

But it isn´t true.

Of course not, sir. No, no, no.
But will the jury believe it?

And what will the press
make of it, hmm?

You want my advice, sir?

Go on.

Get Terry Curtis bailed,

drop the intent charges,

and have him cautioned
for being in mere possession.

End of fuss.

It´s not up to me
to drop the charges.

Of course not, sir.

But you´re not without
influence, are you?

She thinks I´m a monster.

Well, prove to her that
you´re not.

Fetch her home.

We should be patient, sir.

She´s bound to want to talk
to you when the boy gets out.

Oi! Magenta!

What are you doing,
juggling?

Nah, I´ve done some work,
and I´ve got some money.

We´re going to have a party.

- Do you want some?
- Yeah.

Come on.

Good evening.
Over there.

Your table.

They´re here.

You know,
you´re a class bird.

Thanks.

I´ve had my eye on you.

Oh.

How´s about me and you
get together?

Uh, get off!

Stuck up cow!

What´s wrong?

Him.

Oh, ignore him.
It´s his hormones.

I´m sick.

Well, have a walk round
or something.

Ah!

Yes!

Ladies, stargazy pie.

OOH!

You´re going
to taste it for us.

You try it first.

- Bon appetit.
- Thank you.

Ooh, it´s not
so wonderful as it looks?

Oh, they don´t like it?

Well, it´s not
my finest moment, Chef.

In fact, it´s terrible.

How would you improve it?

What -- do you really
want to know?

You´ve got to bury it
for four years...first.

Uh!

Is Mr. Crabbe ready?

In a sec.

Some coffee
if you want some.

I´m giving up making pies.

They never get eaten.

Oh, come on, Steve.

Everyone
has disasters sometime.

The trick is keep it simple.

Should have seen the food
I made in prison.

Not that simple.

Joke?

Ah, good morning, Sergeant.

I didn´t expect to see you.

That business we talked about.

The charges
have been dropped.

Good.

I thought we might
go and see the, uh --

the girl this morning?

Yes, sir.

Milk, sugar?

There´s no time
for all that now.

Oh, that´s better.

I´m counting the hours.

Oh, I´m getting
to like it here.

We had a deal.

You´ll get your way.
Here comes your minder.

Hold it!

Where´d you get that?

What?

That!
Where´d you get it?

I found it on the ground.

It´s my daughter´s.
Where is she?

Not here --
evidently.

Oh, so you know her.
Don´t I know you?

Probably from dance classes.

His name
is Vince Hocking, sir --

a regular from the Crown Court.

Ah, yes.
So, uh, you live up here?

Squat -- not live.

What´s it got to do with you
where I live?

Where´s my daughter?!

I don´t know.

What´s this on the scarf?

Looks like blood.
Do you know that?

If this is hers --

If

- What will you do?
- Sonny!

One more word out of you,
and I´ll pan you!

Right, that´s it --
behavior likely to occasion

a breach of the peace --
You´re nicked!

Put him in the car, Sergeant.

Use as much force
as you have to.

- Sir.
- All right.

- This is your fault.
- Mine?

You and your bloody
cop psychology.

You knew where she was.

You could have got her back
without all this fuss.

You could have made her.

No, no, you had to be
the avuncular D.I. Crabbe.

That´s your trouble -- you´ve
got to be liked by everyone.

And these bloody nutters
done God-knows-what to her.

If anything´s happened
to her, I´ll --

Excuse me, sir.

Please, look.

A spot of blood. See?

Yeah, and another one, sir.

And one here.

You see, she was walking
along slowly with a wound.

So?

So, not running,
not fighting.

No splashes, you see?

Just spots.

She was walking along
with an injury.

Could have been a nosebleed.

Were there any --
was there any blood on him?

Well, not obviously.

Well, he´s hardly wearing
a spare suit, is it?

You haven´t arrested him,
have you, sir?

Haven´t you been through
all that

with your daughter´s boyfriend?

Ex-boyfriend.

I think a little humility
on the part of the father

is called for here,
sir, please?

Think about it.

Meanwhile, I´ll have a polite
word with chummy in the car.

How was she injured?

She got drunk and fell over.

Uh, what did you do?

Took her to hospital.

But they won´t tell you
where she is.

How do you know?

Said she wanted nothing
to do with her family.

Course, now seeing her family,
it all fits.

Hmm.

Hi. I got your note.

You look good.

Well.

Oh, you´ve had your hair done.
It looks good.

You mean, I´ve got stitches
in my face?

Oh.

Drink -- I hit rock-bottom
with those people, Mr. Crabbe.

Woke up in hospital,

and realized I can´t live
like that.

Literally borrowed
my sister´s clothes.

How´d you know where to find me?

I didn´t.

I knew Clare was away,
so when I saw there

wasn´t a key under the mat,
I took a chance and left a note.

Henry?

Smells good.

Uh-huh. It´s for you.

Dad.

Jane.

Did you bake that?

No.

Oh.

Oh, would you like some?

Yeah. Yeah, I would.
Thanks.

Perhaps he´s got a heart,
after all?

Well...´til the next time.

Who is that?

Our bus broke down.

Oh.

You feed them once,
you never get rid of them.

And who gave them the money?

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