All language subtitles for The Sweeney S2E10 Trojan Bus 25FPS

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You like it, sir?

Mm yes, I like it very much but--

But?

Well you wouldn't ask me to buy a bicycle

with only one wheel, would you?

A bicycle?

I don't understand, sir.

What good is Lady Hamilton
without Lord Nelson?

Was the Battle of the Nile fought in vain?

Unfortunately, I sold it.

You sold Lord Nelson?

Regretfully, at least my assistant did.

That's tragic.

Excuse me, sir.

Perhaps we could try to reacquire it.

Well how do you mean, miss?

We could call the purchaser.

Ask him if he'd agree to resell.

Is that-is that possible?

Well, yes it's possible.

He was staying at the Dorchester.

I remember he was going
to be there another week.

Could you uh...

Would you call him for me?

Why not?

[ragtime music]

[phone ringing]

I've got him.

What's his name?

Stackpole.

Ah yes.

Mr. Stackpole?

Leonard Geisler here.

I'm calling about the Nelson picture

that you bought from
us a little while ago--

It's in the safe in the back.

Beauty.

No sir, I'm sorry, I'm delighted with it.

Simply delighted.

You wouldn't be interested

in selling it back to us, I suppose?

Ah, you wouldn't.

What did he pay for it?

250.

Offer him 300.

Not at say, £300?

I see.

I might be able to stretch to 400.

I'm sorry but I like
it, I want to keep it.

[ragtime music]

450.

That's my last offer.

My last and final word, £450.

You will?!

Oh that's excellent, thank you.

♪ Nice and easy does it ♪

♪ Nice and easy ♪

As evidence of my good faith.

It really isn't necessary
sir, a gentleman's word--

No, no, no, no, I insist.

Thank you.

Miss King.

Thank you.

[Discordant Harp Strings]

♪ Nice and easy does it ♪

♪ Nice and easy does it ♪

♪ All the time ♪

[The Sweeney Theme] ;)

[keys jangling]

[footsteps tapping]

[Police Radio] Northfield
Echo five, one, over.

Echo five one, five one, echo.

[trolleys rattling]

Sorry guv.

No worries.

[footsteps thumping]

[car door slams]

[car engine revving]

[upbeat jazzy piano music]

-[upbeat jazzy inquisitive funk music]
-[engines roaring]

[tires screeching]

[police radio chatter]

[birds chirping]

[dog barking]

Busy day at the store, dear?

[scoffs]

Black?

Yeah, ta, no sugar.

I know what you're thinking, guv.

Remember, it's top weight info.

I remember.

Anything?

It's all quiet on the Western Avenue.

George?

White please, cheers.

Listen guv'nor, this snout
of yours, is he any good?

Sharpest ears in West One.

Mr. Spock, they call him.

He's pretty reliable, George.

Yeah well the question is how much longer

can we afford to wait?

A couple of days, okay?

[ragtime piano music]

Col.

Ray.

You don't speak Portuguese, do you?

No.

So how was it you made
out with the chicks in Rio

and I didn't?

I don't know, Ray.

I even took lessons.

Lessons?

Practiced on me own.

You practiced?

[speaking in foreign language]

Do you have Foster's?

That's pretty sorty dialogue, Ray.

Is that when she bit you on the nose?

Hey.

Very public spirited.

Tight bastard.

[Ray] Now, don't be like that.

It's a Goyer.

In here?

Can it breathe all right in there?

Ray.

Col?

It's a painting.

Ah, why didn't you say?

I like a nice picture.

Yeah.

Keys?

Geisler has both of them.

What's the uh...

What's the security like here?

Junior League Fort Knox.

Alarm wire down the glass, pressure pads,

alarm bells, mains and emergency power.

Secondary system with a
direct line to the first.

Nancy Hadd, it's been good knowing you.

Don't be in such a hurry.

I haven't bought you this far for nothing.

Yeah I thought we was ticking our next--

No, we're wasting time.

You need, you need raffles

and who have you got?

Ned Kelly.

And son.

[clock ticking]

Nancy, there's nothing
we like better than--

A professor is flying up
from the Prado in Madrid

to give it the okay.

[speaks in foreign language]

When Geisler leaves here
to meet him at Sothesby's,

with the picture, he'll go
by a bus from out there.

Are you sure?

100%.

He just did, we saw him.

Little man with string
in a brown paper parcel.

Who would expect it to be worth a fortune?

And why isn't the professor coming here?

Geisler's scared.

Publicity, et cetera.

Also this way he doesn't
have to pick up the bill.

And how do we know it is a Goyer?

You don't, I do.

How?

Goyer's my bag.

Convince me.

It's the incomplete
version of a self-portrait.

One he painted in 1816 when he was 70.

The other version, the
complete one, hangs in Vienna.

Ah, I like.

Right.

Next question.

What is it worth?

On a bad day, quarter of a million pounds.

And on a good day?

You know, I think I
could get to like Goyer.

Eh, you haven't been raiding
my sauce, have you George?

I've not. (Joke?)

Well some greedy swine's
been helping himself.

Not only that, the cheeky
bastard keeps moving

the phone to the wrong side of the desk.

Southpole.

Who is?

Your fan, the boozer.

How's you make that out?

It's easy isn't it?

Look.

Uses the phone with the right hand,

writes with the left hand,
pours a drink with a left hand,

got it?

[whistling]

- Morning Guvnor.
- George. Ah, this affects you as well.

Apparently Jack, our Australian
friends are back in town.

Colin and Ray?

I don't mean Lily and Thompson.

I don't believe it.

They flew into Shannon,
came in via Hollyhead,

they've been hiding up in South America.

What with a 10 to 15 years stretch

for armed robbery
hanging over their heads?

Why not?

They got away with it last time.

Yeah, don't remind me.

They must be out of their bloody minds.

Identicate pictures.

McGruder apparently once sold a sun dial

outside the Sydney Botanical Gardens

17 times in one weekend.

He was a juvenile at the time.

Oh they should've topped him then.

Saved us a lot of trouble.

[can pops]

[boat engine roaring]

Quarter of a million smackers.

Yep, that's on a bad day.

Are you sure you can trust Nancy?

Well why not?

Well, she's a sheila.

Not having fun--

You never met one you could trust.

She's bright, she knows about painting.

What she wanna go bent for?

Well, apart from the old animal charm--

Oh yeah.

Mine of course.

Course.

She's in for 50 big ones.

She's tired of playing with
other people's pictures.

Now she wants to play
with some of her own.

Ladies and gentlemen,
on our starboard bow,

on the right hand side
for the non-sailors,

we have the distinctive dome
of St. Paul's Cathedral.

I'm thinking of putting
Harry Johnson's squad on it.

Well, we know more about
them than anybody, guv.

Descriptions, M.O., contacts.

Yeah course we do.

Let Johnno have the supermarket job.

No, we go through with
that tonight as arranged.

And tomorrow?

All right, tomorrow.

[Regan] Thanks, guv.

Just one word of warning,

it was me they fitted up,

my retirement job that was screwed,

me where they got his face in
the commander's office, right?

I get the picture.

Good.

[footsteps thumping]

So they're back.

Give it to Johnson, I should coco.

You dreamt about those two, haven't you?

Nightmares.

[Ray] Big bristles, merricks, water,

honeydew or cantaloupe.

[laughs]

[Colin] You know your
fruits, don't you Ray?

[Ray] Used to work for a greengrocer.

[Colin] Could she cook?

You know something Ray?

I never asked.

Not once in four months?

Not once.

Hello?

[laughs]

Ladies and gentlemen,
on the right hand side,

we have HMS Discovery, the ship
that went to the south pole.

Course Captain Scott paid more than you,

but then he didn't have to
get off at Charing Cross Pier.

[car engine vrooms]

[quirky electronic funky upbeat pop music]

[bell ringing]

Hey Mr. Raymond V. Stackpole, £450?

V?

Take away your 250 and my £50 deposit,

that leaves £150 profit.

As Mr. McCorber would've said--

Chicken feed.

No, Ray, Mr. McCorber wouldn't
have said chicken feed.

I still don't see why we bother.

We are bothering, Raymond V. Stackpole,

because this routine is as old as God.

And?

And Mr. Geisler fell for it.

Geisler.

You say Geisler--

[Both] And I say Geisler.

All right, now, now, I know I have it.

The point is he fell for it right?

Right.

Well that means we've got his measure.

That means we're not
gonna blow out on a job.

I'm still not sure about the whole thing.

Oh two fives please.

Could you cash a check for £450?

Either pay your fare or get off.

♪ He says either, and we say either ♪

♪ You say Geisler and I say Geisler ♪

♪ Geisler, Geisler ♪

♪ Either, either ♪

♪ I think we better get off ♪

All right thank you.

[melancholy suspense music]

[footsteps thumping]

[car door slams]

[car engine revving]

Keys.

Out.

[doors bang]

[groaning]

There's a gun in a bag.

[sign clangs]

[groaning]

[groaning]

[gunshot]

[running footsteps thumping]

[groaning]

Oi, wait there.

Come on, come on.

All right guv?

Come on!

Hey, come on.

Hey.

Hey.

Wake up.

Me hooter, why is it always me hooter?

Hey, hey, hey!

Come on!

Ah whatcha doing guv'nor?

I wanna make him talk.

What for?

I wanna hear his voice.

Why?

I wanna see if he's got
an Australian accent.

Come on.

Guv'nor, can't it wait?

Come on you slag!

Wake up!

Come on!

Oi!

Come on, wake up!

Don't decide in a hurry, think about it.

If you like it, take it with you.

[phone ringing]

Keep it for a couple of days.

Yes?

Yes I see.

Excuse me, sir.

Yes?

News about Professor Boris,
they want to talk to you.

Ah thank you.

Would you excuse me for a moment?

Leonard Geisler.

Arriving Thursday.

That's excellent.

Shall we fix a date now?

11 o'clock, Friday morning.

I'll be there.

Thank you.

Australia?

Guv, I've never even been to Manchester.

Where did you get the sun tan?

Fishing.

Honest to god.

Where?

Deal.

Do you know any Aussies?

I've never met one in me life.

What would I want with Australians?

What would any of us?

I hope you're telling me the truth, son.

I am!

Straight up.

I warn ya.

If I find out I'm being lied to,

I'm not a very pleasant man to know.

Right George?

Right guv'nor.

I'm not lying.

Where's me gear?

At the lab.

What you looking for?

Oh, blood, gel ignite, toffee papers.

This is a set up.

Labels, like labels that
say Made in Australia.

I swear you've got a
thing about Australia.

What did they ever done to you?

Take him away son.

He'll end up thinking he's
Don Bradman, that one.

I'll tell you, he's round the twist.

What a gorgeous sunset.

It's like looking down a beetroot.

♪ Sitting at my piano ♪

♪ Dee-o ding ding ♪

I suppose he was Australian and all.

Well known for it.

He was one of the Darwin durances.

Did like durandies.

[gulls cawing]

[Nancy] What is it?

Don't you trust me?

Alright, I'll have it with ya.

It's Ray.

You won't believe it would you?

65 inches of solid suspicion.

Suspicion of what?

That you might be working for the cops.

Me?

We agreed to wait for
the right one to come up.

Well you might have
been gone at in between.

You know the bleeding kid,
tied to the foot of the tree.

Going to all the trouble
of cabling you in Rio?

Yeah why not?

The fuzz don't like you
poking mullet at it.

So I've had,

I got me artist friend to punch
up a few questions for you.

When do I get to put your
references to the test?

Darling, I thought you'd never ask.

Shoot.

What was Rembrandt's real name?

Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn.

Now you know why he painted
such large canvasses.

When did he die?

1670-ish.

1669.

What was Rembrandt's subjection
to using prussian blue?

No objection, except he died in '69

and prussian blue wasn't
discovered until 1704.

How did I do?

[paper tearing]

How sincerely folks.

The little lady has won
an instamatic camera,

an electric blanket
and a night on the town

with an Australian bushranger.

The lot on sports, remember?

Yeah, swimming pools,
tennis clubs, got that.

What about the Earl's Court Road?

Every other couple's a Bruce or a Gwen.

They'll avoid that like the plague.

I'll check the Interpol list again.

All right, guv.

Jack, the commander is looking for you.

Oh?

Relax, he was looking quite pleased.

That's a change.

He liked the way you handled
the supermarket blag.

Did you hear by the
way, they both got form.

Yeah we heard.

Oh, what are you doing?

I'm trying to build a kangaroo trap.

Yeah well don't let it
become a vendetta, Jack.

Remember that a vindictive copper--

Is no good to his own mum, I know.

What's the matter?

Is your pride hurting?

It's partly that.

I don't like the way
they give the impression

that they're lovable jokers,
colonial clowns, they're not.

They're vicious, they carry a shotgun.

Only to frighten people.

Oh beat your head, George,
if you carry a gun,

you're gonna end up using it.

I want them banged away
before that happens.

Yes, all right Jack, but just remember

it isn't open season on tourists, okay?

Yes, guv.

What's the matter with the nose, George?

A boil?

Nah, I forgot to duck.

I never saw you as Cyrano de Bergerac.

I can't avoid it.

Even Edie in the canteen,

she said, do you want some mustard on it?

[upbeat gentle funky electronic pop music]

[wolf whistles]

I see, all ship shape and Bristol fashion.

Have you come about the radar?

No, about the Goyer.

Less of the fortissimo please.

And?

Keep your voice down.

It's a nice craft.

Yeah, it's very trim.

Sit down, Mr. McGruder.

[seagulls cawing]

Did you bring the photo?

It's an incomplete picture.

Yeah story is, it was a dry
run for the other version.

Once you realize that one's stolen,

it'll be impossible to sell
this to any reputable dealer

in Europe or the USA.

That's why I'm selling
it to a disreputable one.

Well, obviously a dishonest dealer.

Mr. Goldman.

Stop snarling me.

Name your price, hey?

You name yours.

Well the gallery, we're
talking about half a million.

Pounds?

Not brass watches.

Now we'll accept 200,000.

You must be--

I don't haggle.

You're talking as though
200 grand grew on trees.

It's a bit tart for my taste.

Where do you think I'm
gonna find somebody to

buy a stolen Goyer?

[chuckles]

Oh well, that shouldn't be difficult.

Tell me.

Yeah well let's start
with the A, shall we?

Argentina.

He's known in the business as Mr. Gloat.

He spends millions on pictures
which nobody ever sees.

No, no, no.

He's a bit mad.

He's paying you.

I thought so.

Yeah, an air-conditioned bomb proof cellar

with wall-to-wall old masters.

The world's greatest
ripoff art collection.

You are well informed.

Hey Goldie, what big ears I do have.

I can't get the money to you here.

I don't want it here.

I want it in Amsterdam.

In uncut stones and I want
two passengers for Friday.

You want a lot, Mr. McGruder.

I am offering a lot.

Hiya!

Cheers.

Hey can't you read, we're closed.

Where's your contact lenses, Cath?

Mm can't be bothering with them.

Who is it?

Am I getting clearer?

Voice is familiar.

Cath, you don't need lenses,
you need a white stick.

Jack Regan, is it?

Is it?

Course it is, how's yourself Jack?

Full of aggro.

What's causing it?

I'm glad you asked me that.

Two Aussie boys.

We've done all this.

They're back.

They haven't set a foot in here.

They're not likely to, are they?

Gotta keep clear of the Aussie circuit,

they're not that stupid.

So what's the word?

Well, the only thing I've heard--

Yeah?

And it is hearsay--

Watch your language love.

One of the other girls
got a part time job down

the library, she's seen Col down there.

And?

He's cluing himself up on painting.

House painting?

Interior decorating?

No.

Pictures.

Oils, watercolors, what have you.

Yeah that figures.

Last time it was gold, this time it's art.

They're probably gonna knock off the Tate.

Too right.

What are you thinking about?

Leningrad.

Leningrad?

322 art galleries,

15 miles of them.

Yep, three million works of art.

Don't you need a visa for Russia?

Visa?

I don't bog down with details.

Get the broad scale.

Think big.

Give the cat another goldfish.

[chattering]

What you doing, guv'nor?

Fuchsin powder.

What for?

He's been at my scotch again,

I'm gonna nail him this time.

Well, thanks for warning us.

Oh sorry George.

I'd love to cop an ear
full of that, wouldn't I?

I was going to tell ya.

Here's that list.

Right.

The Tate, Royal Academy, National Gallery,

National Portrait
Gallery, Queen's Gallery.

Where's that?

Buckingham Palace.

Yeah that's about their mark, that is.

Yeah, the Wallace Collection,
Courtauld Institute,

Kenwood House--

There's gotta be a bird.

Do what?

A girl.

How'd you know that?

There was last time.

Well and the leopard never
changes it's spots now?

Yeah, there's gotta be a bird.

[bell rings]

[engine roaring]

[upbeat music]

[engines vroom]

Colin.

Ray.

Can I ask a question?

Anything.

Where does all the money go?

I don't honestly know, Ray.

It's like asking where do
the flyers go in the winter.

Col.

Ray.

Where do the flyers go in the winter?

Home.

Good luck skipper.

Toodlebib old man.

[bus engine turns over]

[bus bell rings]

Hope your bus arrives on time.

Obviously you won't be
back for lunch today.

Ah, in which I shall need some money.

I'll just slip out to the bank.

Take your credit cards.

Oh yes.

Yes, yes I could do that I suppose.

I should hurry up if I were you.

The Spanish are sticklers for punctuality.

Well the British aren't.

[whimsical ragtime music]

Oi!

Oi wait!

Ah.

Well my dear, wish me luck.

I do, I do.

A fortune and a footnote in the textbooks.

[chuckles]

I'll settle for that.

Your bus, Mr. Geisler.

[phone ringing]

Sorry, you've got the wrong number.

Upstairs if I were you, sir.

An old drunk's just thrown up inside.

Oh, thank you, most thoughtful.

My pleasure.

Hold tight.

[speaking in foreign language]

[bus engine rattling]

[speaking in foreign language]

Rock on one here.

[bus bell rings]

[lighthearted ragtime piano music]

[coins clinking]

Fares please.

Ow!

[water trickling]

[sirens wailing]

♪ Nice and easy does it ♪

♪ Nice and easy does it ♪

♪ All the time ♪

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

[phone ringing]

I'll get it.

Haskins.

A Goyer painting yes.

They're what?

A London transport double decker bus?

Are you sure?

Yes, a bus I can visualize.

Get me a description of the painting.

Subject matter, size,
value, et cetera, right?

Any hitches?

-Smooth--
-As silk.

That's poetry.

That's poetry!

Is that it?

Yeah all £200,000 worth of it.

Take good care of it.

SS Malaka.

Sails on a five o'clock tide.

Well see ya in Amsterdam, Mr. Goldman.

You meet a nice set of
people in this business.

Yep, well I think we've done
a good morning's work right?

And not even 11.15.

If only we could do a 40 hour week.

Specialisation, that's
the name of the game.

Oh?

Hello.

Hello.

[speaking in foreign language]

It's them, innit?

Yes, guv.

Go and have a word.

[police radio chatter]

Did you manage to get a
look at them at all, sir?

No.

How much is the painting worth?

Quarter of a million.

Come again, sir?

A quarter of a million.

What size is it?

18 by 25.

Have you got a shop or
are you a collector?

Gallery.

Thank you.

All right, take him away,
I'll talk to him later.

You go with him.

Guv'nor?

These were left on the bus.

There's nine million of
those sold every year.

They customed with a
fiver's worth of silver.

Flash monkeys.

It's happening again, innit?

Nicking a bus.

Yeah they would.

[speaking in foreign language]

Did they get anything out of him?

No, not a lot, no.

A girl, there's got to be
a girl in this somewhere.

Well stay here and see
what you can find out.

Yeah if anything.

Then join me at Geisler,
Geisler's Gallery.

Geisler's Gallery, all right yeah.

[seagulls cawing]

Tell the harbor master we want to pay up

and sail as soon as possible.

[funky piano]

I'm sorry sir, the gallery's closed.

Not to me, it's not.

Detective Inspector Regan, Flying Squad.

[door squeaks]

You going somewhere, Miss?

To the country.

A long weekend.

Feels long.

[clock ticking]

May I?

No.

Sorry. ;)

Now which country are we talking about?

Amsterdam, mm.

Don't you need a warrant?

No, not as you invited me in.

I did not ask you in.

[phone ringing]

How dare you, coming
here without a warrant?

Cancel it.

Your hired car to the airport.

It broke down.

So where do you meet the boys?

Boys?

I'm sorry Inspector, I don't
know what you're talking about.

Colin and Ray.

I still don't know.

That tick in the corner of your eye.

I sometimes get that when I'm tired.

Or nervous.

Who said anything about being nervous?

Dry?

George.

Did he croak?

Who?

Geisler.

Yeah, not many, before
the ambulance arrived.

You mean dead?

That's right miss.

They smashed his head in.

Cracked it like an eggshell.

Who's his next of kin?

What?

Next of kin, wife, kids.

Who do we contact?

It was only supposed to knock him out.

That's all it did do,
knocked him out, permanently.

So now you're an accessory
to murder as well.

I'm sorry.

Funny thing, they're always sorry.

When they're caught.

Oh yeah, when.

I'll talk, everything I know.

[sirens wailing]

What a performance, even I
thought Geisler had snuffed it.

I should've been an actor.

Oh yeah?

[seagulls cawing]

♪ Nice and easy does it ♪

♪ Nice and easy does it ♪

♪ Nice and easy does it ♪

♪ All the time ♪

That launcher is worth a tidy
few thousand pounds for me.

Yeah well you'll get it back.

Are you sure they were Aussies?

Oh ho, no doubt about it.

What Colin and Ray?

How long ago was this?

Oh, an hour?

Hour and a half, not more.

Hey look at that, Cox's Orange Pippin.

Keeps the tobacco sweet you know?

Which way were they heading?

Containerisation.

It's changing the face of the river.

Which way?

Oh, down river I'd say.

Tower Bridge.

Get beyond that and
it's straight on innit?

What is?

The open sea.

All I ask is a tall ship
and a star to steer her by.

How much fuel have they got?

Ah, there's the rap.

Look, Mr. Greenhead, the longer
we stand about nattering,

the less chance we've got of catching him.

Or of getting your launch back.

Well, they started off early.

The boys, I mean.

And I've done a couple of jobs since.

One was a wedding up at Saint Bride's--

How much fuel?

Tower Pier, top weight.

Thank you.

[engines roaring]

Try and make it to Saint
Catherine's yacht haven.

It's through the bridge, on the left.

This should've been full, I don't get it.

Yeah, well don't worry about that now.

Goldman, he must still be there.

No, he'll be gone.

Eh, Traitor's Gate.

What a place to conk out.

Well, we'll just have to
rely on the old 'roo gun

and our friends.

[sirens wailing]

[boat engine roaring]

After Tower Bridge, most of
the warehouses are closed

for demolition.

Easy place to hide up.

Dead easy.

-[boat engine roaring]
-[seagulls cawing]

[sirens wailing]

Round, round, round, Ray!

[sirens wailing]

[engine roaring]

-Next right.
-[sirens wailing]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

Right, one of you go with George.

Over there!

[seagull cawing]

We're all right, as they say in England,

which is how it shanks his pay, okay?

[laughs]

[birds cawing]

Oi!

[suspenseful music]

[footsteps thumping]

Right.

[car stalling]

A car!

Ray!

They must've doubled back.

[alarm wailing]

Hey!

[car engine sputtering]

[laughs]

Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray.

We've got two choices, Ray.

Fight it out or give up.

Right.

Why don't we give up?

Go to jail for 15 years?

You'll lose your looks, Ray.

Just when me nose was healing up.

Why don't we fight it out?

Col.

Ray.

Maybe they'll give up.

[sirens wailing]

Oi!

We're the police!

Come out with your hands on your heads!

Ray?

You know something?

They ain't gonna give up.

[birds twittering]

Eureka! Stockade!

Right, that's where we get.

Over that wall.

Right.

Youse Pommie troopers.

[rifle bangs]

He's got a bloody rifle!

[loud gunshots]

[gunshots]

-[gunshots]
-Ah!

[groaning]

This never happened to Paul Newman.

I heard about a shot across the bowels

but this is ridiculous.

Can you walk?

[panting]

I was never a great one for walking.

[birds cawing]

[gunshots]

-[panting]
-[ragtime music]

Give me the 'roo.

I'll keep him covered,
you might make the fence.

Come on, Colin.

I'll load the gun.

There's no time to argue.

We..

We never would've got those visas anyway.

[panting]

Go on pound stretcher, git.

[loud gunshots]

[metal clanks]

[gunshots]

[groaning]

Where's the other one?

Cover me, George.

-[footsteps approaching]
-[birds cawing]

-Ah!
-[gunshots]

[grenade explodes]

[groaning]

-Lousy pommy grenade.
-[laughs]

Is one of you called Regan?

I am.

[coughs]

There should be a couple of inches left.

The Bishop said to the actress.

[chuckles]

Jack.

The cat's in the bag, guv.

Both cats as it happens.

Yeah and they picked up
Goldman with the painting.

I want an explanation
not an award ceremony.

Explanation?

For this.

[laughs]

Oh dear, oh dear.

Exactly.

Well I'm glad someone's amused.

We'll discuss it in the morning.

[laughs]

Ear, ear.

[laughs]

That's gonna take him
five days to get that off! :P

Resynced And Corrected By Chuck :D

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