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-Thank you.

[KNOCKING]

[KNOCKING]

-Good morning, Your Majesty.

-Oh, get a gun and shoot that bloody piper, would you?

-Right away, sir.

Your juice, Mrs. Hill.

Thank you, Neil.

REPORTER (ON TV): Major Tim Stone's

body was flown back home today.

Stone, a GP by profession, had been called into active service

as a member of the territory army.

He died whilst--

-Your mobile phones for today, sir.

Pay as you go.

The blue one is for Mrs. Hill.

-You're a star.

-I'll be ready to leave in 15, Neil.

Early start this morning.

My boss is having a meeting at the palace.

-Indeed, ma'am.

-Don't you love your weekly meeting with the PM, hm?

REPORTER (ON TV): His wife, Mary, and their children--

-I think this woman wrote to me.

MRS. HILL: Did she?

-Yeah.

About defense cuts.

God. when you actually see it, the coffin and the kids.

What?

-It's not your problem, Rich.

-Who says?

-Your subjects say.

It's not your problem.

It's my boss' problem.

-She asked for my help.

-And?

-And.

And I don't know.

-Exactly.

You don't know.

So don't tax that tiny little inbred brain of yours.

Just be a good king, and lie back,

and forget about politics.

-It's not too late, sir.

We can still go back.

-Just drive, Ray.

[THEME MUSIC]

-So we go next door, yeah?

And, uh, Rob's still out of it, yeah?

Still on the floor.

-That guy's insane.

-Except we can't tell why he looks so odd.

And then we get it.

Jimmy P. shaved his bloody eyebrows off.

-No way.

-Both of them.

-I mean, he looks like something out of Star Trek.

And then this is the classic, yeah?

Turns out it's his passing out parade Saturday

and he's got to have eyebrow wigs made.

I'm serious.

Eyebrow wigs.

-Oh, mate.

-Your Majesty.

-Mitch, I wish you'd been there. You would've pissed yourself.

I swear.

-That's awesome.

-I have your post, sir.

-Thanks, Abigail.

Look, I've gotta do this.

-I'm gone.

-What have you got today?

-Uh, pissed lunch with sexy birds,

spurious visit to Silverston, then back

to London for clubbing 'til 3:00.

-Do you ever do any work?

-I'm a playboy prince.

That is work.

You? -Oh, you know.

The usual.

Waving and smiling, waving and smiling.

-Laters.

-Yeah.

-The only people who know who the woman is

are his valet and his PPO.

Neither are gonna betray that confidence to us.

-No.

You're right.

Of course.

-Abigail might pick up on stuff, but I

mean, why would she tell me?

She's not stupid.

-No.

She's great.

Isn't she?

-Ma'am?

-She's great.

I've seen you two laughing and joking.

You make a wonderful couple.

-Ma'am, are you suggesting-- Do you

want me to get Abigail into bed?

-Did I say that?

I didn't say that.

You do find her attractive, though, Major Brooks.

-Well, yes.

-Personally, I detest interstaff relationships.

There's always a danger one might say

something to a lover one shouldn't.

But I suppose sometimes-- sometimes

one just can't help oneself.

-This way, Mrs. Hill.

-The widow of an officer, and he died in--

[KNOCKING]

-I've written your letter of condolence to Mrs. Stone,

you asked for, sir.

-Uh, yeah, just stick it on there.

-And the PM is on his way up.

-Yeah, great.

Can't wait.

Me and Teddy cracking jokes all morning.

Hilarious.

-I imagine him to be a very funny man, sir.

-Yeah.

Beneath the ice cold facade, he's a comedy genius.

Go on.

Bugger off.

-Buggering right off, sir.

-Aren't you going to do anything, sir?

-What's there to do?

Just, it'll all blow over, Ray.

I promise you.

Just trust me on this one.

-My leaving due, sir, I'm afraid I wouldn't be happy going ahead

with it under the circumstances.

-What?

-I'm sorry, sir.

-Oh come on.

You're the palace press secretary.

You must have some idea who she is.

-Miranda.

If you knew how much he pottered about,

you'd know why I'm not interested.

He'll be on the next one tomorrow.

-Oh, right.

No, it's just I kind of got the sense

that this one was a bit more serious.

-Well, I'm sure she thinks she is.

They all do.

You're gonna love this.

There was this one bird who--

[KNOCKING]

-Your Majesty.

Prime Minister.

-Prime Minister.

-Your Majesty.

-Do come on through.

Have a seat.

GEORGE: All right.

All right, Ray.

Stop going on.

Peter.

Um, I mean, Superintendent.

Have you got five, please.

-Of course, sir.

-Uh, so, uh the point of these meetings,

obviously, is for me to, uh-- Well,

I'm meant to listen, advise, and counsel.

-Well, I find them invaluable.

-Well, I received a letter from the widow of a-- of an officer,

Major Tim Stone, who died in active service.

And basically, well, he died.

Well, he died in agony because he'd

given the last of his morphine to another officer.

It took him 10 hours to die with no pain relief.

Anyway, I was just wondering, in my role, advice, and counsel,

and all that, I wondered if we could just

have a quick chat about the defense cuts.

[MUFFLED SPEAKING]

-Course, after the baroness was the .com girl,

whose dad set up, um, what's it-- Anyway.

She was at least 20 stone and I heard him tell George

that apparently she was like a bouncy castle.

-I think I might have killed someone.

I mean, I absolutely wasn't pissed or anything.

And I don't know, maybe I-- I took the bend, um, a bit

too quickly, and as I straightened up,

well, there was something by the side of the road

and, um, well, I hit it.

I mean, not full on or anything.

I-- I just, um, uh, clipped it a bit.

But I-- I definitely hit something.

-Something?

-Thing is, Pete, it-- it was dark.

It was raining.

It-- It was really difficult to see.

-OK, hang on. Hang on.

What did you find, sir?

When you got out and looked, what did you find?

-Um, you see, um, Ray was convinced that it was deer.

I mean, I wanted to-- to get out.

I-- I-- I-- I wanted to get out and look,

but-- but Ray said that there was really no need to get out.

-OK, sir.

I'm gonna see what I can find out.

See if I can confirm what you may

or may not have hit last night.

Until I do, you will talk to no one about this.

Not your sisters, not Queen Charlotte,

and most certainly not the king.

Is that clear.

Sir?

-It's crystal.

-Good.

-So one can't really call them defense cuts, because the RAMC

have actually benefited by an increased funding

of-- of over 3% as a direct result of our re-allocations.

-Right.

-But, as I say, it's all in the white paper report.

And I know it's only 1,000 pages or so,

but you do still get a sense of the detail

of what we're trying to do.

So read that and then, uh, next week maybe we

could have a proper discussion?

-Yeah.

I'm sure the detail is very important, of course.

It's just a man died, Teddy.

A good man, because he gave another man

the last of his medical supplies.

And I suppose that's the human cost.

Isn't it?

-Indeed, sir.

So.

You looking forward to the royal variety show next Thursday?

Well, he's got balls, I'll give him that.

But I think he got the message.

-Did he have anything interesting to say?

PRIME MINISTER: Ish.

MIRANDA: OK.

-Dear Mrs. Stone, I'm very sorry--

-Oh god.

-So.

I've heard his story.

Now I want to hear yours.

-Bored.

-Very.

-Dig.

-Ma'am?

-I'll be honest with you, boss.

I had my eyes closed.

I wasn't asleep, so I heard it, but I didn't see it.

He pulled up, I looked at him, asked him what it was.

He was as white as a sheep.

He was babbling.

Not making much sense.

So I went to open the door, and he just lost it.

Started screaming at me to stay put.

And for a second, I'll admit it, I did hesitate.

Then he just suddenly put his foot down.

I was shouting at him to stop, but he wouldn't, Pete.

He just wouldn't.

But short of grabbing the wheel--

I think we were five miles down the road, then 10.

Then he asked me to drive.

-I'll need your exact route.

Have you told anyone about this?

-No one.

-Keep it that way.

-Coming, sir.

-Neil.

I want this hand delivered, please.

RUBY: So me and Vinnie are on the look out for anything

we can find.

-Aw, man that is gross.

-It's genius.

-So what have you got so far?

-Some of Isabel's hair, a plaster with George's blood

on it, and some used cotton buds of Eleanor.

-Ugh.

And you seriously think people will offer you money for them?

-People are weird.

-In the middle ages, people used to think

a touch of the monarch's hand could cure scruffian.

-Yeah, that would be because they were very, very stupid.

-What?

You think we're any smarter now?

We still have our little gods.

-I don't!

-Well, there are plenty that do.

They still stand out there, waiting

to shake little Dicky's hand.

Touch the hem of his garment.

They want a bit of the magic to rub off.

So to have their own little bit of them.

All five of them.

Well, gold, I suppose.

-You're vile, the pair of you.

-You seen [INAUDIBLE]?

-Yeah.

I got Queen Charlotte's own hair.

-Oh yeah!

-Simon.

Don't get tricky.

If you guys don't wanna do it, then we'll do it on our own.

-Eleanor's done the Service of Remembrance

for the last five years.

-Yeah, that was then.

This is now.

Seriously, if the king talks to [INAUDIBLE],

then Eleanor has to do the dreary colonel.

-Oh, but he has such bad breath.

(LISP) Spits when he talks.

-Fine, then.

-OK.

OK.

Fine, fine.

Fine.

God, I love a dominant woman.

-I have never been so insulted in all my life.

-So does he, by all accounts.

The king.

She's on top, so I heard.

Our, uh, mystery woman.

-So crass of her.

-You love it.

-All right, Ray.

-Hello, Abigail.

-Just a few more days to go, and then you're a free man.

Lines every day.

Gold whenever you want, you lucky bugger.

-Yes, aren't I?

-See you.

-Bye.

-Argh!

Ruby.

-All done in there.

-What do you look like?

-How is Mr. Dobbs?

-Are you a relative?

-I'm DCIP Bayfield.

Is he gonna be OK?

-Um, I don't know.

Maybe.

-Has he said anything?

-He mentioned something about a number plate.

-Officer.

Amanda Dobbs, his granddaughter.

Just wondered if you'd made any progress.

-Um, no.

Nothing as yet.

-Broken pelvis.

Three fractured ribs.

Wouldn't treat a dog like that, would you?

-No.

No, it's-- it's pretty despicable.

-Can I get your number?

Someone to talk to.

Mom's going spare.

-Uh, just ring the main switchboard.

They'll put you through.

-We need information.

I'm sorry.

-Newton Green police station, please.

No, just put me straight through.

-I've got it.

-Let's see.

-The monarch's toenail.

-Right.

Hang on.

-Richard's toenail, Isabel's hair, Eleanor's earwax,

George's blunt.

Four down.

One to go.

-How likely is it that Mr. Dobbs will

be able to identify the car?

-It's a distinctive plate.

-The one the king bought him for his 21st?

-G210487.

-Oh, great.

-What else?

-Um, the granddaughter, Amanda Dobbs,

she overheard me tell the nurse my name.

Well, she must've Googled me or something,

because she rang the palace switchboard.

-Oh, no, no, no, no.

-Wanted to know what the king's PPO was doing asking

questions about her grandfather.

-Right.

Peter.

Stick with the victim.

Anything changes, the local police situation develops,

let me know ASAP.

I'm assuming that Ray is still on site?

-Absolutely.

-We need to come up with something

to explain your presence at the hospital.

Something innocuous to put her off the scent.

-Abby?

-Um, yeah, fine, but can I just be sure we're all clear here.

This is a hit and run.

A man could die and, well, we're happy to cover that up?

-Consider the alternative.

We don't have a choice.

-So Short just completely takes the piss out of him?

-PM's an ass.

Patronizing, condescending.

-He's a politician.

That's part of the job description.

-Maybe.

Or maybe he suspects the king has a point.

-The king?

What happened to tricky Dicky?

-Enough about Dicky.

I've just come from a crisis meeting about George.

-Oh.

Another great chapter for our book.

-King Richard attacks PM.

Well, I had no idea Mary Sterne had friends at the paper.

As far as I was concerned, it was a private communication.

-May I ask why you decided to change

the letter of condolence, sir?

I just, uh-- I thought she deserved

more than a box standard response.

No offense, Abigail.

-Say, you have insulted the Prime Minister.

-Well, that's your opinion.

-It's the front page, its--

[RINGING]

-Excuse me one second.

Hiya. MIRANDA (ON PHONE): Hey.

Just a quick heads up.

I'd back off this Mary Stone business if I were you.

-Oh great, thanks for the advice.

-Yeah.

Daddy's pretty mad about it, and I don't need to tell you,

this is not territory you should be in.

-Do you think I have a point, then?

MIRANDA (ON PHONE): So what? You're the King.

-Out of interest, though. -Look, I've got to go.

I've got a meeting wit the Prime Minister,

the man I work for, I'll call you later.

-Miranda--

-Sorry.

Sorry, carry on.

-Sir, I'm sure it wasn't your intention to insult the PM,

but the way they've spun it-- you're

attacking his defense cuts and suggesting that he's not taking

the problems they're closing seriously.

-Well, I've stated facts. -Sir.

RICH: Mary Stone has lost her husband,

her kids have lost a father.

Now she needed my support, and I've given it.

-I understand that, sir, and that's very admirable.

RICH: Please, don't patronize me.

-But what we are going to do now is to call the PM

and explain how this was just a one off,

and reassure him that we have no intention of interfering.

-Interfering?

-In politics.

Never again, sir.

-No.

Should I tell you what we're going to do now?

We're going to invite her in.

-Invite who in?

-Mary stone.

Get her over.

Tea.

-Sir, that will be seen as extremely provocative.

RICH: I'm off for a swim.

-I'm sensing that the more we tell him not to--

-Well, that's still standing then.

-Welcome back, Your Majesty.

How was [INAUDIBLE]?

-Lovely, thank you.

Tell me, Kovindar, how are they all?

Still talking to one another?

-Just about, ma'am.

-Hello, Jeremy.

Good break?

-In Norfolk?

Please.

-Pleased to be back, then.

-God, I need a stiff one.

Or at the very least, a drink.

That drive has done me in.

Cases?

-Am I being a totally idiot here?

It's all business.

To be honest.

-An idiot, a liability, a pain in the butt, sire.

-Not that honest.

-If I were you, I think I might be

behaving in exactly the same way.

-Thanks.

Mrs. Stone, how nice to meet you.

-How nice to meet you.

-Thanks for coming, do go on through I

hope you didn't have too much a journey.

Please, do sit down.

I really was--

-His Majesty expressed his condolences.

He is very kind.

He is a great listener.

-That's not so bad.

-He also is very concerned about the level

of government funding.

-Oh no.

-He believes our troops should be treated with the same

level of loyalty and respect as--

-Yes?

Prime Minister.

Yes.

Well, pop over.

We'd love to see you.

-We're delighted His Majesty is taking an interest

in these matters, but there's now a danger

that he's abusing his constitutional powers.

-I can assure you His Maj--

-And if that happens, if things start to get out of shape,

then-- Well, then it all ends up very messy.

-He really does need to keep quiet now, Ian.

For the sake of the nation.

-For the sake of the nation.

Hm.

I see.

-All right. Bottom line, Ian.

Can you shut him up?

-Mrs. Hill.

His Majesty the king does not shut up.

-OK.

-Well, I won't be quiet.

I won't shut up, so.

I'm not gonna just roll over.

In fact, she's invited me to her husband's old barracks

next month, and I'm seriously thinking of going.

-That's a really bad idea, sir.

-Oh, is it?

-They would see that as you deliberately

picking a fight, sir. -Well, fine.

Let them.

What are they gonna do?

-Do we really want to go down that road, sir?

Open confrontation?

-I have a chance to change--

-Yes, but sir--

-Please let me finish.

To genuinely make a difference instead of just waving

and smiling, waving and smiling.

We could all change stuff.

-Well, he obviously knows he can't do this.

What the hell has got into him?

-Neil.

This Mary Stone business.

Why's he doing it?

Why's he taking it so far?

What's winding him up?

-You don't wanna know.

-I need to know.

For his sake.

He could get himself into a lot of trouble.

-I'll do this once, then we're quits.

-Deal.

-The girlfriend.

-What?

She's still seeing her?

-And what?

She's encouraging him to do this?

-No.

The opposite, I think.

-I'm lost.

-The girlfriend.

It's Miranda Hill.

-No.

-Yeah.

-Miranda Hill, Miranda Hill?

-Miranda Hill.

-Oh, Jesus.

What the bloody hell'd you tell me that for?

-That's Mummy's

-You what?

-It's her favorite.

Use another.

[SCREAMING]

-Nice [INAUDIBLE].

Great ball.

Nice ball.

Nice area.

Good bowling.

Getting a bit rusty there, mate. Legwork's all over the place.

-Yeah, out of practice.

When was the last time I played?

-Roddy 21st?

-No, was it?

-When else? -That's over a year ago.

-Yep.

-Hey, man, what's the name of that girl at Roddy's?

-Ooh.

Gerty.

-Yeah.

-Flirty Gerty.

-Yeah, she smelled like a guppy.

Just sort of clamped her mouth on it and stayed there.

-Didn't one of your PPOs have to remove her?

-Yeah, it took three of them in the end.

How is old Roddy?

You were there the other night?

-Yeah, he's good.

-We should meet up.

-Heh.

-What?

-Nothing.

-What?

-I just-- I don't know why you even bother saying it?

-Saying what? -That we should meet up.

I mean, you always say it, and it never happens,

so, you know, just don't even bother saying it.

-Well, things are busy, mate. -Yeah, I know.

-Well, things are busy, mate. -Yeah, I know. I know.

I know.

Sorry.

I'm-- I'm knackered.

Heavy day.

-Yeah, tell me about it.

-Yeah, fair enough.

Listen.

I'm gonna crash.

-All right.

-But, uh, that was a laugh.

We should do it again sometime.

-We will.

-Night.

-Night, George.

George.

You OK?

Are we, you know, OK?

-Never better, bro.

Never better.

Night.

-Yeah.

-Even on informal visits, Mr. Hobbs,

our personal protection officers will still do a security sweep.

Now, for obvious reasons, we don't publicize the fact,

but also because it would spoil the surprise for the patients.

But listen, thank you so much for your call.

And if the visit does go ahead, maybe you and your grandfather

would like to meet the king.

WOMAN (ON PHONE): Oh you're kidding me!

That would be amazing!

-Yeah, well-- Well, it's not confirmed yet.

And, as I say, if it does go ahead,

you'll be the first person I call.

OK.

Bye now.

-Hi.

Thank you.

-Mm.

Rough day?

-Mm.

You don't wanna know.

-Oh, come on, spill the beans.

Maybe I can help.

-Yeah, really.

-So, listen, have you heard about George?

-George?

No, what's up?

-Apparently he'd been worrying about some kind of rock.

Major tantrums all around.

First he's leaning to his arm, and then it's off.

Then it's on again.

Ray's been a real dick by all accounts, which is a shame

because he's asked me to one of his references and, um--

ABIGAIL: Simon.

Ray is a saint, trust me.

-What?

To put up with George?

-You know, just once-- just once,

it would be nice to think you're here

because you enjoyed my company.

-What?

-I'll see you around.

-Abby, come on-- Abby, what are talking about?

Abby!

Ray is the wrong party.

Ray's our way in.

-So I was in there way too long and Jeremy was looking over

at me and I realized I already had it.

-What?

-The Queen's lips.

-Vinny, you are a genius.

-Yeah, I know.

-I'm watching you, Kovindar.

Naughty boy.

I wouldn't trust you as far as I could throw you.

-Oh, please.

The only thing she's ever thrown is a hissy fit.

-Did you say something?

-Nada, Jeremy.

Nada.

-Evening, gents.

-Ma'am.

-Oh, stop it.

It's only me.

Oh God, I love this one.

This is the sequel, isn't it?

Classic.

Uh, Ray, could I borrow you for 10 seconds?

Thank you.

Ray, I wanted to say goodbye, really.

-Oh, ma'am.

-It's nothing fancy.

-Thank you so much.

-Well open it.

Go on.

-To Ray, a true friend.

With love, Eleanor.

-Very important to me that you realize how much we appreciate

the years of service you've given us.

-I do, ma'am.

-Good.

And, because I keep my ear to the ground, I hear things.

I would hate for there to be any unfinished business for you

here, Ray.

So what I'm saying is is that I'm here,

if you need me, to-- just to talk to, really.

-Where is Mr. Hill tonight?

-Another conference.

This time it's Brussels.

-So apparently, you asked Ian if he could make me shut up.

-Yeah.

Technically that was Teddy's line.

I just said it.

-So you listen to him, then.

-Well, he pays my salary.

-Yeah.

Me you're just sleeping with.

-Oh, grow up.

-This is me growing up.

This is me caring about the army.

About-- About people.

-Look.

We all care, Rich.

OK?

We all care.

-Yeah.

So I suppose a shag's out of the question.

-Well, I think we can safely say that George has screwed up.

-Oh, George.

-So now we're patient.

We wait until the king is most vulnerable.

And only then do you tell him about the accident.

-He'll be needing my support.

-You encourage him to do the only sensible thing he can.

Cover this up for the sake of the monarchy.

-Oh, I love this.

It's like one of your military operations.

-And when he's done that, when he's got his hands dirty,

when we've got them both, that's when

we leak how naughty little brothers have been.

-Who knows?

With a fair wind and a bit of luck.

Cheesy Wotsit?

REPORTER (ON TV): Trouble in parliament today

for King Richard following the publication of a set

of photographs taken whilst at Sandhurst.

Terry Cheedle, MP for Saltingham West,

suggests that King Richard showed a great contempt

for the military with his disrespectful behavior.

-Well, that was taken a year before I joined Sandhurst.

-Yes, sir.

You are aware that this will have

come from Downing Street, sir?

-What? This came from his?

Office

-Yes, sir.

-From his press office?

-Yeah.

Miranda.

Or one of her team.

They would have sourced the photo, leaked it.

Smart move, given the position the family serves in.

-The MP.

That thing he said about me not caring about the army.

-They'd have briefed him to say that.

This will die very quickly if I call Downing Street

and let them know we won't be making anymore statements.

Sir?

-Yeah.

Do whatever you can.

-Yes, sir.

-It's time.

MIRANDA (ON PHONE): Hi, it's Miranda.

Sorry I can't take your call.

Please leave a message.

-Nice work, really.

We all care, Rich.

We all care.

Yeah, right.

You sleep well tonight, Miranda.

-Hey.

If it's any consolation, I think people

know the press are bastards.

They won't believe a word of it.

-Really?

-Yeah.

They know you're doing your best.

-Thanks.

-Rich.

-Yeah.

-I'm aware you need more hassle right now like you need a hole

in the head, but there's something you should know.

About George.

[KNOCKING]

-Hi.

-Hey.

-Listen, Abby, I just wanted to say, um--

-What?

-Well, that I'm sorry about yesterday.

-Oh, don't worry about it.

You were just doing your job.

Weedling, conniving, cajoling.

It's just business.

-Hang on, hang on.

Hang on, love.

It's more than that.

Abby.

I like you.

-Do you?

-Yes, I do.

I mean I really, really like you.

-What the hell do you think you're doing?

No.

I said what do you think you are doing.

-I-- Nothing.

I'm sorry if I got it wrong.

-Yeah, you did get it wrong, mate.

Very.

How-- How dare you assault me?

-Assa-- Assault you?

Abby, I-- I-- I di-- I-- Mm.

-There.

See?

How do you like it?

-A lot.

A lot!

-And I would so be interested in a swap.

I've got a huge collection of Madonna memorabilia.

Boring.

-I love your royal collection.

Fancy swapping them for signed pics

of Rudolf Nureyev and Margot Fonteyn.

-Who?

-Um, Sinatra.

Nope.

England World Cup team.

-No.

-Hi, Freaks.

How about swapping with me.

I've got a large collection of Manic Street Preacher

memorabilia, and I could do two cigarette butts authenticated

as having been taken from the car of Richie Edwards.

-What? The Richie Edwards?

-From the car of Richie Edwards that

was left at the Seven Bridge carpark prior to his suicide.

-His actual butts?

The actual ones that were actually in his mouth?

-And all they want are some old toe clippings.

-Oh my god.

-What a bunch of losers.

[KNOCKING]

-What the hell have you done?

-Miranda.

-I know you know, Jaunty.

Neil rang me, so.

-What did you want?

-Can you get me in to see him?

-No.

And you're taking a real risk by coming here unannounced.

My advice, go home.

-I need to speak to him.

-Well, I don't imagine he's too keen to speak to you.

-I was just doing my job.

-Right.

-Oh, come on, Jaunty.

-Miranda, what is this to you?

I mean, Jesus.

I'm not sure that messy does it.

Go home to your husband.

Do yourself a favor and forget about the king.

-I mean, we had a beer for Christ's sakes.

We had a beer, and I actually asked you if everything was OK.

Oh, yeah, Rich.

No, never better, mate.

Never better.

And you told Pete Bayfield.

You can tell Pete Bayfield and not me?

How the hell does that work? -Bloody hell, Rich.

What are you more pissed off about?

What I did or that I didn't tell you?

-What you did, of course.

-For which I'm truly sorry.

What I did was stupid and crap.

And I panicked.

-Yeah.

-And I don't know what to do about it.

And yes, I should have told you, but I just felt-- I don't know.

I just felt I couldn't.

-Why couldn't you?

What do you mean you couldn't?

You're mt brother.

-And you're the king.

Things have changed, Rich.

Yeah, like it or not, they've changed.

-They haven't changed that much.

-Haven't they?

So who decides what happens now?

Who decides what happens to me?

That's why I didn't tell you.

Because I didn't want to put you in that position.

-I don't see why it's such a big deal.

Well, it was an accident.

George hasn't killed anyone.

-Not yet.

-Well, you would never do anything to hurt him,

would you?

So George can stop worrying.

Rich will protect you.

Won't you?

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