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Resynced By Chuck

[engine revs up]

[slow funk music]

[van screeches to a halt]

[man screams]

[engine revs loudly]

[tires screech]

[Criminal] Come on!

[The Sweeney Theme]

Well what's that?

Duiker.

But what is it?

It's an antelope, South African.

Check it, if you want.

Duiker, sounds like that old boiler

you introduced me to last week.

Who, Ms. Baddle?

She's got more hairs on her chest than I have.

She's one of the best probation officers I know.

Is that how you get?

What do you mean?

In the probation department?

Let's have a look.

[Ann giggles]

Two, three, five, eight, nine, 10, 11, on a double, 22.

22.

That's 161 plays 79.

What's a gnhops?

What a one-legged gnome does.

[doorbell rings]

you expecting anyone?

No.

Guvnor, I tried to ring but the phone's on the blink.

It's been reported.

Coffee?

No thanks, look, that Hammersmith wages snatch.

We've had a reliable snout on.

He's put two names in the frame.

Who?

Kevin Lee.

Yeah, that figures.

And a new boy, Andrew Deacon, Phil Deacon's brother.

The one with the dogs and the thirty grand set of wolves?

That's the one.

What's happening?

Well we've nicked Lee, we were just going to get Deacon.

I thought you'd wanna come.

Where is he?

He went out to buy a bottle

of scotch, went back to his gaff.

Matt's keeping an eye on him.

Okay, sorry.

Now this was supposed to be a nice,

quiet evening together.

I'm sorry, love.

We'll play the game later, eh?

And no cheating.

In here.

You two know each other?

Should we?

It's gonna be a long night.

Sit down.

[George] Coffee?

[Jack] Yeah.

Who was driving the van?

What van?

The stolen tranny.

I don't drive, suspended, six months.

One of Lee's mates?

Who?

Kevin Walter Lee, likes hitting people with iron bars.

That's antisocial.

You sound almost intelligent.

What are you doing, running around

with tearaway rubbish like Lee?

Does big brother know?

Why have I been arrested?

You haven't.

Then I can go.

You're helping us with our inquiries.

I can't help you with something I know nothing about.

Let's start again.

Who was driving the van?

[laughs quietly] what van?

Where were you, then?

I was at home, watching telly.

At half past four in the afternoon?

Kids program.

The old lady of Hereford?

Yeah, of course.

Yeah, of course.

What was on?

You what?

The box.

Oh yeah.

Come on, the program.

I can't recall.

Try.

I probably dozed off, I do you know.

Oh, it's all the hard work, innit?

I work.

When was the last time you had your card stamped?

You're getting personal now, aren't you?

He's blind, you know.

You what?

Blind.

I don't know what you're on about.

Ammonia.

Can I smoke?

Whose idea was that, eh?

Yours or Deacon's?

Did you mind, that's my last one.

I didn't say you could smoke.

Who's little plan was it, eh?

Deacon's?

You got a machine around here?

Who was your driver?

Come on, there were three of you.

The witness said so.

What witness?

Yeah, tallyman in a parked rover.

There was no parked,

There were three of you.

I ought to say nothing.

Look, we pulled two, you and Deacon, right?

I'm not scabbing on no-one.

You don't have to, we know.

How?

We know.

Some bastard put a finger on us?

"Us"?

Me.

Possible.

Who?

Maybe it was anonymous.

You what?

Maybe it was the driver.

Oh get off.

An old mate?

I'm not saying nothing.

Okay, just you and Deacon, then.

There was no witnesses.

You're wasting my time, I don't like that.

- Really? - Really.

Charge me or let me go.

Did big brother teach you that?

He'd hit you.

You reckon?

I know.

He's a big man.

Big enough.

Respected.

By some.

You wanna be like him?

I could do worse.

Where is he?

What?

This big man, you're his kid brother,

you're in bother, where is he?

All I've gotta do is bell him.

All right.

Bell him yourself.

You don't want to?

I can look after meself.

[phone rings]

Regan.

Is he?

No promises.

The driver as well?

Well send Matthews to nick him.

Your mate up the corridor's talking so loud,

it's a health hazard.

Big joke, noddy.

Guv!

Can I have a word?

I wondered how long it would take.

Nasty little bastard.

You were going a little bit strong, Guv.

I hate his sort.

What, do you want me to have a go?

Maybe later.

What was all that on the phone?

Well it got through to him.

What about Lee?

Oh, I gave him the witness in the parked car routine.

He went for it like a hungry pigeon.

Did you tie him in with Deacon?

Well he hasn't made a statement yet.

Will he?

Yeah, I think so.

Look, why don't you let me have a go at laughing boy?

Do my friendly act.

You're doing all right with Lee.

Yeah all right but just take it easy, eh?

What's next?

The soap put in the sock?

Lee's made a statement to my sergeant.

It incriminates you.

Show me.

It's being typed up for signature.

[laughs] You're lying.

You seem very sure, of Lee?

He don't look the type who would give you

anything but a hard time.

The driver is being nicked.

You do try it on.

You're done, Deacon, stone cold.

You can drop the old vic.

Now I'll tell you something, Inspector Regan.

You're not gonna get me.

[Jack] George!

[phone rings]

Hello?

Ah yes, put it through.

Chief Inspector Wallace.

When was this?

Yes, yes of course I understand.

Tell Inspector Regan and Sergeant Carter

that I'm coming over, would you?

I told ya, he just folded up.

One minute he was talking,

the next he was on the floor, holding his gut.

You think I gave him a seeing to?

Thanks, George.

It doesn't matter what I think, Guvnor.

He's in a bad way.

I never touched him!

You did have him on his toes earlier.

That was nothing.

Yeah but what would've happened

if I hadn't come in?

Nothing!

You're too quick with your hand sometimes, Guv

and you know it-- and A10 know it.

Look George, I don't need all of this.

But it could be bother.

Look, there's bound to be a number

one complaint docket, right?

And then there's Phil Deacon.

He'll make a right scream out of this.

I know what it must look like

but I never laid a finger on him, that's the truth.

He just went down.

Yeah well, we'll have to wait for the hospital to call.

What happened to Lee?

Down in the peter.

Gonna charge him?

We got enough?

Yeah, just about.

Maybe he knows something about Deacon.

[slow funk music]

Wait for me here.

You gonna stick one on me now, are ya?

I mean, he's only a kid, bloody 19.

I never touched him.

He fall down the stairs, did he?

He must be sick, ill.

You made a rick there, my son.

He's Phil Deacon's brother.

When he finds out, he'll cut your bleedin' legs off.

How well do you know the kid?

I've known him for years, on and off, why?

Does he suffer from diabetes?

No.

Epilepsy, anything like that?

He doesn't even get dandruff.

I know what you're trying to do.

I'm trying to find out why he collapsed.

Yeah, you gave him a toeing.

That's not my game.

That's not what I heard.

The word is you're an evil bastard.

Even the other old bill think so.

Charge him.

[phone buzzes]

Yeah?

Hello Stan.

[buzzer rings]

Here, Stan.

You look like you could use a drink.

It's Andy.

What happened?

He's been nicked.

What for?

The wages job, Hammersmith.

No way, he's too clever

to get caught up in that sort of game.

The Sweeney picked him up four hours ago.

I've just been told, I came straight round here.

No-one dare phone ya.

All right, who nicked him?

Bloody Regan.

You're not gonna like this Phil.

Where is he?

Hospital.

What did you say?

In emergency.

What happened?

I dunno.

Well bloody find out!

You don't believe me, do you?

It's not a matter of believing or not believing.

It is, just that!

Do you think I'm responsible

for Deacon going to the hospital?

Well, do you?

You want the truth?

I'm not sure, I'm not sure what to think.

I'm sorry.

Well I knew you didn't like me but--

Don't be so bloody childish.

Or like my methods then!

Some of them.

I'd have thought by now there was at least

a mutual trust and understanding.

You're a violent man, Jack.

Deacon and Lee blinded one man.

The other is still concussed with 27 stitches in his scalp!

That's irrelevant!

Irrelevant?!

To what I'm trying to say.

You forget I've witnessed your violence

at first hand on several occasions,

even with other police officers.

Well you're bound to have a ruck

it's part of the job.

You're building an image, Jack.

A broken marriage, drinking,

deliberate flouting of authority,

the whole damn thing's symptomatic.

Of what?

A man who is heading for a fall!

And this could be it?

I didn't say that.

You implied that.

You've made a lot of enemies in the job, Jack.

Can't you see that this is the kind of opportunity

they're waiting for?

I can name you a dozen senior officers

who'd be glad to see you gone.

They're not coppers, they're civil servants.

They were on the streets with their bikes 30 years ago.

If a window was done then, it was a major crime.

They don't understand, it's war, it's bloody war now!

When you stop a kid in a stolen car,

you can't be sure he isn't tooled up

and ready to blow your face off!

[phone rings]

Regan, for you.

Haskins, yes Mr. Wallace.

Yes, I see.

Yes, he's with me now.

Yes, of course I will.

Deacon is being operated on.

What was wrong?

A ruptured kidney.

The doctor who examined him reported

extensive bruising around the groin,

the lower abdomen and in the area of the lower back.

He also reported that the bruising

was consistent with a severe and systematic beating.

Phil.

How is he then, Phil?

They had to operate.

He lost a kidney.

Oh Christ.

Yeah, there's complications too.

Could go one way or the other.

I just have to wait and see.

That's serious.

I'm sorry, Phil, I'm sorry.

George?

Oh, cheers Tom.

This belongs to him, ta.

Detective Sergeant Carter?

Do I know you?

John Frewin.

The reporter?

Mhm.

Can I sit down?

I think they're fully booked.

I'm making inquiries about Andrew Deacon.

Were you there when he was interrogated?

Questioned.

The same thing.

Not the way you meant it.

You seem a bit on edge.

I'm hungry, do you mind?

[Man] Give us a gin and tonic and half a bitter mate.

What happened last night?

Well I went home, I was a bit late

me wife had the hump, me dinner was rotten--

Andrew Deacon.

He collapsed.

Just like that?

Yeah, just like that, as it happens.

Were you with him at the time?

No.

Then how do you know?

Because Inspector Regan told me

and I've no reason to disbelieve him.

What would you do if some bastard copper

kicked your brother's guts in?

I reckon I'd give him a good kicking.

That ain't enough, Stan.

That ain't half enough.

-Look Phil-- -Get the car.

Was anyone else with them when he collapsed?

No.

So no-one but Regan or Andrew Deacon

can say what actually happened,

at the moment, the boy's too ill to give his account?

Is there gonna be an inquiry?

Should there be?

Boy of 19 is arrested on suspicion

by a senior Flying Squad officer.

Taken to a local police station for questioning

and four hours later, he's in hospital

undergoing renal surgery.

Now the doctor's report mentions

severe bruising of the groin, lower abdomen and back.

Now if you weren't a policeman,

Detective Sergeant Carter, what would you think?

There's a restaurant down the road.

That scotch boy you know.

Eddie Swan?

Yeah, yeah, is he still available?

Not him, Phil.

He's a bloody headcase.

Stan, he's got no form and he's half turned.

Now have you got his number?

Phil, Andy's gonna be all right.

He's a tough kid, you'll see.

Are you gonna phone him?

He'll cost.

How much?

Seven, eight grand.

Tell him 10.

10?

I want him down here, Stan, tonight.

Mr Deacon?

Who are you?

John Frewin, I'm a journalist.

How is your brother?

I don't know till I've seen him, do I?

Can we have a drink afterwards?

Why?

I wanna talk to you.

What about?

Regan and the situation.

No way.

I wanna help.

I don't need you.

You registered a complaint?

Nope.

You going to?

What for?

An inquiry.

The law investigating the law?

There is a bent as a butcher's hook.

I thought you lot accepted that by now.

Look, what are you gonna do?

Go away, Mr. Frewin.

Have you and Regan ever been involved before?

Involved?

Well you both have reputations.

Look, I've tried to say it nicely.

The public have a right to know.

Can you type with broken hands?

No but I can telephone.

George!

George!

You called?

I just had lunch with a fan of yours.

Who?

John Frewin, yeah.

He's looking for you with his knife out.

Yeah, I've heard of him.

Didn't he do that piece about the Special Branch?

Yeah, he likes riding white horses.

What did you tell him?

Not a lot.

[Nurse] Will Doctor Lewis please go to the dispensary.

Doctor Lewis, to the dispensary.

[George] Hello, Chris, anything?

[Chris] Not much, George, everyone's stopped.

Have you seen Frank?

[Chris] Same with him.

Ted had a suggestion about

time the Guv had a haircut.

Betty?

[Chris] Worth a visit.

Yeah cheers, Chris, off.

The bush before this heap turns into a pumpkin.

Mr. Regan, Mr. Carter.

Hello Betty, how's business?

Dreadful, I was only saying yesterday

to one of me regulars.

When money's tight, the last thing

the people think of is appearances.

Look at it, I'll have to start

selling paraffin soon.

Do you know Andrew Deacon?

He lives quite near.

Have you heard?

I heard something.

What something?

I'm sure it's malicious.

He's heard.

I don't believe a word of it, Mr. Regan

and that's the truth.

Thanks.

Him and his brother, that one's bloody mad.

I can say it to you.

Have you seen the boy around at all

during the last few days?

Couple of nights ago.

Where?

Just chance.

I've got this friend, nice boy, American.

Yeah, where'd you see him, Betty?

A wine bar, called Belden's.

Yeah I know it, it's newish, innit?

It's quite nice, thirty bob a bottle

and all the arthritis you can take.

I wouldn't know about that.

Honest?

Anyway, he was there.

Was he with anyone?

Some locum.

Fella?

No, girl.

Was this Wednesday night?

About 7:30, they left before we did in that car of his.

Flash little flob.

Thanks, Betty.

Any time, Mr. Regan, you know that.

Hey, would you like a shampoo?

On the house, just to keep me fingers in.

Another time but thanks.

Be careful, that Phil Deacon,

him and his brother are pretty close.

Watch out for his minder.

Stan Traynor?

[Betty] You know him?

I've nicked him twice.

[intense electro-funk music]

Good flight?

I don't like planes.

Yeah, it was all bit of a rush.

Prefer trains myself.

Booked you in at a good hotel.

You get the messages?

Back seat.

You seen this?

John Frewin, I told ya.

You knew about this, Carter?

Well he talked to me, yeah.

When?

Lunchtime.

Well what the hell did you say to him?

Nothing, Guv!

Nothing?

He's bloody careful not to name names.

Well, he's been very astute.

The information, the innuendo, the tone of the whole piece.

I'm gonna pole this right up his nose.

That's exactly what he wants.

Did you say where he got the information?

No, he might have a contact at the hospital.

Or at the station, even.

I'd like to meet this one.

You'll leave him alone.

Is that an order?

It's a commandment.

Who is he?

A copper.

Goes by the name of Regan.

A right hard bastard.

What rank is he?

Detective Inspector.

What's he done?

That's no concern of yours.

Only asking.

Yeah well, I don't pay you to ask questions.

Stan will fill you in on the details.

Where he lives, what boozers he uses,

his contacts, that sort of thing.

When do you want it?

When I say and only when.

You'll pay, two grand on the account, wasn't it?

You'll get the balance when I read the papers.

I'll be away home by then.

You'll get it.

Better.

What time was this?

Hello love, Jack, listen,

will you check something out for me, quickly.

She's a colored girl.

Yeah, was he with a spade?

Angela Bailey, seventeen.

Uh-huh.

Bailey.

They left together?

-How long after -She's a juvenile.

I see, okay Sam, cheers, no don't be stupid,

no names, of course. Ta-ra.

Well we'll get round to you about eight, all right?

All right, see you then.

They were in the Admiral till closing time.

Sam heard them talking.

He reckons they went back to her place.

Anne's checking the girl out now.

Look, if Regan's done, they'll know it was you.

I'll be in church, won't I?

Yeah, you kill a cozzer, you take the lot on.

I won't be doing anything.

I'm a respectable citizen.

Minding my own business.

Phil, you know what I'm saying is right.

They won't be able to prove a thing.

They'd fit you up somehow.

They have their ways.

You know, you worry me sometimes, Stan.

I mean, you hate the filth, just as much as me.

Regan's done you twice.

Well at least you know where you are with him.

But like some of those other bastards.

What are you trying to say, Stan?

Let me fix Regan for ya, my way.

I guarantee, he won't forget.

I'm already in for two grand.

I'll talk to Eddie.

[Phil] [laughing] I think he's looking forward to it.

Yeah, well he ought to be in Broadmoor.

I don't like it.

I don't like any of it.

It ain't your brother, though.

Jack, you know I want to do anything I can to help

but it's privileged information.

Look love, I can get most of it from CRO

but it would just take too long.

Too many complications.

And I promise ya, I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't crucial.

Well as long as you understand.

If there's any comeback, I'll take it, all right?

She's been to court five times

from the age of 11 onwards.

Shoplifting, drugs, last two times for prostitution.

She's done four months at approved school.

Where does she live?

She shares with two other girls.

If you like, I can arrange a meeting with miss Baddle.

She can tell you much more about Angela than I can.

Is she's Angela's PR?

Knows her pretty well.

How's the girl involved, Jack?

She was with Deacon the night before we arrested him.

[Anne] As a customer or a friend?

She still a tom?

Ms. Baddle thinks she might be.

I'd trust her intuition.

No, if she tapped him, he wouldn't

have spent the whole night with her, would he?

[Jack] How well organized is she?

What do you mean?

Is she just earning a bit on the side

or is she under a wing?

I've no idea.

I could find out for you, though.

[suspenseful piano music]

Then where?

A pub.

The Admiral?

Did Andy?

What?

Nothing.

Where did you go after?

Me?

Both of you.

I went home, Andy went to see a mate.

What time did you get back?

Just before 12.

How long?

I said.

He didn't drive you back?

I walked.

Why didn't he drive you back?

I've already told ya!

He went to meet a mate.

And he let you walk home?

I like the walk.

[car engine revs up]

Good morning.

Good of you to come, please sit down.

Yes, well I haven't got a lot of time.

What do you want?

Your piece last night was irresponsible

and totally fallacious.

In what way?

[Frank] In its implication.

I only reported the facts.

Rubbish, no journalist of quality

merely reports facts.

You set out, quite deliberately, to smear the squad.

Do you all still insist

that Regan didn't touch that boy?

[Frank] I do.

And the ruptured kidney, the bruises.

That is being looked into.

By whom?

Inspector Regan.

[laughs] you have a delightful sense

of the absurd, Mr. Haskins.

I haven't known Andy long.

We just go out, have a drink, a laugh.

What else do you do?

He doesn't come back, if that's what you mean.

Don't you like him?

Course I do.

But you don't fancy him.

It's not like that.

Like what, Angela?

I'm on probation.

We know.

And we know what for.

You've got dirty minds.

It helps, in this job.

[Frank] You believe that beating

took place at the hands of--

More likely the feet.

[Frank] Of one of my officers?

Regan.

Why didn't you name him?

I intend to.

That would at least give Inspector Regan

the opportunity to publicly clear his name, in court.

Don't give me that, Haskins.

Don't think a little hot breath from you

is gonna put me off.

You know exactly what will happen.

He'll be put discreetly away, in some drawer

until the scream's off.

And then brought up, dusted off,

wound up and put back on the streets again

and no-one will remember.

Except, perhaps, Andrew Deacon.

Today's headline, tomorrow's chip wrapper.

What a disturbing self-indictment of your profession.

Well at least it's a self-indictment.

I mean your profession is the protection of society

and the individuals that go to make up that society

and yet you condone and even try to conceal

an act of premeditated violence.

I am neither condoning nor concealing anything.

Regan is a violent man!

He has a reputation!

Even amongst his fellow officers!

Inspector Regan is one of the best officers in the squad.

Regan isn't the only one.

How many times have you seen suspects

carried from the interview room?

It would be naive of me to say never.

But it's not like you would have the public believe.

You are an extremist.

You have to be, to make them listen.

[Frank] Listen to what?

The truth, as I see it.

Perhaps I should point out, Mr. Frewin

that both Inspector Regan and I

are members of the public, citizens.

Just like you and Andrew Deacon.

We have the same makeup of emotions,

the same survival instincts,

the same rights, the same protections

and the same access to justice.

What are you trying to say?

Simply put up, or shut up.

If you can give me some sort of evidence

that Jack Regan gave that kid a kicking,

I will personally bury him.

[bell tolls for thee]

What happened, Angela, Wednesday night?

I told ya.

We don't believe ya.

Now why are you lying?

I'm not.

Well we just thought you'd wanna help, that's all.

We went for a drink, that's all.

That's not all, he took you home.

No!

He stayed the night!

No.

Look, someone, sometime between you

leaving that pub at closing time

and us arresting him the next day

gave Andy a ruptured kidney.

No.

Well how can you be so sure?

'Cause you did it, it said so, in the paper.

Everyone knows what happened,

they don't write it unless it's true.

You did it, you hurt Andy!

Why can't I speak to Regan?

Orders.

Whose?

God's.

What's God frightened of, the truth?

"It requires as much caution

"to tell the truth as to conceal it."

That's very articulate, Mr. Haskins.

Not my words, Gracian.

Well then, don't forget, late edition, my treat.

Hello love.

Is she cooperating?

There's something she's not telling us.

You know what you were asking me about Angela?

Whether there was a pimp?

Well, there was.

It was never proved but she was living with him,

in his house, the last time she was charged.

And what's his name?

Linbert Rea.

Rea?

R-E-A., thought it might help.

Yeah, thanks.

Do you want me to talk to the girl?

No, at least not at the moment.

Look love, I'll see you later, all right?

Linbert Rea.

Hadn't you better tell me before you're in trouble?

He saw us coming out.

The pub?

I haven't seen or spoken to him for months.

It's the truth.

I've had nothing to do with him or his sort.

I believe you, now I want the rest.

He was in the car when he saw me, he stopped.

Then what happened?

Nothing.

Come on, love!

Andy told him to leave me alone, or--

Or he'd lose his tan.

Big brother would see to that.

But nothing happened, I swear!

We got into Andy's car and drove back to my place.

Did Rea follow you?

No, they went in the opposite direction.

"They"?

There were three of them in Linbert's car.

Who were the other two?

I don't know, I don't!

Did Deacon stay the night?

Yeah.

What time did he leave?

About 11 o'clock the next morning.

Do you know where Rea's living now?

Notting hill, somewhere.

[fast paced jazz music]

Linbert Rea!

Rea!

Below the stairs, George, watch him.

Rea!

Rea!

We just wanna talk!

We're not gonna bust ya, we're not the drug squad.

We just wanna talk!

[wood collides with the floor]

I'll break your bloody arms!

Guvnor, the door!

George!

Do you want a cigarette, Guv?

[laughs]

Hello son.

Stan?

How you feeling there?

Don't hurt so much.

I told Phil you were a tough kid.

[Linbert] So I start to talk to her.

Outside the Admiral?

And he comes out, starts laying it on me.

About his big brother and what he's gonna do to me.

He called me a coon pimp!

Really?

I didn't want any trouble for Angie.

She's my lady.

She doesn't seem to think so.

She's got a thing about honkeys.

He ain't the first.

So you waited outside her place.

All night, I went around the back way.

So he wouldn't see me following.

He came out about 11, I followed.

With the other two?

They went home, I didn't need them.

He nothing, he wants everybody to think

he's as hard as his brother but he ain't.

He's nothing.

So you had a straightener.

He ain't gonna be black sister's smile, for a while.

Get his statement, George.

Charge him with assault on police

and possession of an offensive weapon.

Send this down to drug squad, for analysis.

Hey, you said no heavy number with them if I told you.

I'm a liar.

I got home in a cab, I was passing blood.

I drunk most of our bottle of scotch

and took some panadol.

The pain eased and I must have nodded off.

It was dark when I woke up.

So I went out to get another bottle of scotch

and the next thing I knew, I was nicked.

Look Phil, I know what it must have looked like

but Regan never touched me.

The Booze and the pills wore off

and I just folded up.

Why didn't you phone?

I reckoned I'd be all right.

Who is this black hammer?

His name is Rea.

I know him.

Then have a word with him, Stan.

I owe you an apology.

Not me, Inspector Regan.

I spoke with the hospital.

Andrew Deacon is out of intensive care.

That's good news.

There's not much I can say.

I don't regret what I printed,

I thought it was right.

It wasn't, this time.

Mr Frewin?

Yes, well I suppose I asked for that.

Euston Station.

Why didn't the boy's brother file a complaint?

I mean, in the circumstances,

from what you told me about him.

Very strange, Phil Deacon, odd.

In what way?

Unpredictable.

Like you?

If things had turned out different,

he'd have probably sent somebody round.

To talk to you?

You could put it like that.

Zombie, a corpse said to be revived by witchcraft.

Very impressive.

Did I ever tell you about that parrot

that got locked in the morgue?

No.

This is true, you can ask George Carter.

He's a worse liar than you are.

George and I had to go round to this morgue

to identify an old paraffin who got killed by drink

and when we got there, there's this bloody big parrot

sitting on the slab

Resynced By Chuck

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