All language subtitles for The Professionals - 1x08 - Everest Was Also Conquered

Everything okay, Anna?

She stood in one piece.

Nice about Everest, eh?

Just in time for the coronation.

Yeah.

You check the emergency exits?

Not recently.

You think it's about time I should?

Exactly about time.

You know, we ought to
report him for insubordination.

Yeah, we should do, shouldn't we?

Yeah, it's a shame, though. We
pulled off the assignment. Well,

he might even get thrown off the squad.

Are you kidding?

You are kidding.

You have to spend a whole year with CI5
before you get to call Mr Cowley the cow.

And even then, not
actually in the building.

She's got ears like a hawk.
Eyes. What? Hawks have eyes.

Well, yeah, this is true, but they
also have very good ears. I mean,

did you ever see a
hawk wearing a deaf aid?

It's ridiculous.

It's ridiculous, but it's true. Then
you want to know about the assignment.

Well, there's a stakeout up north.
Yeah, we saw it on the duty board.

But ears, you need
something like... Like an elephant.

Why an elephant?

Well, because... Oh, have fun, Tom.

Yeah, good luck, Tom. Because an
elephant's got big ears, hasn't he?

Yeah, well, it's got
good eyes too, hasn't it?

Sir Arden, Sir Arden, I have
administered the last rites.

Is there anything else
you wish to tell me?

Susie, Susie Carter, Susie.

Susie... Susie Carter.

I killed her. I killed Susie
Carter. I killed Susie Carter.

We commend our brother Adam to you,
Lord, now that he has passed from this life.

May he live on in your
presence. In your mercy and love,

forgive whatever sins he may have
committed through human weakness.

We ask this in Christ our Lord.

May our mighty God bless you. Amen.

Lord Derrington, sir.

George. Lord Derrington. Oh,
please, let's drop the Lord, shall we?

You can't imagine how
much it embarrasses me.

And not judging from the social columns,
seems to sit well in you. Peter. Peter.

You're rather grey, George. The leg?

It's still attached to my body.

Please, sit down, sit down. Thank you.

Well, see now, it must be
seven years since last we met.

Eight.

Georgetown. Thomasville.

Ah.

Oh, but how could you
be expected to remember?

That was a long time ago. You remembered.

I have reason to remember.

You taught me a great deal,
Peter, about protocol, bureaucracy,

all the things I'm
inclined to ride roughshod over.

That's always been your
forte, George, cutting corners.

And that's why I'm here.

You've heard about Sir Arden French?

Oh, yes.

Yes, I understand it was a happy release.

For him, or for the men under him?

My irreverence shocks you?

Oh, nothing shocks me.

And I know Sir Arden ruled
internal security with a rod of iron.

I killed Susie Carter.

Those were his final
words. You didn't know?

No.

I'm surprised it hasn't filtered
down to you by this time. Well,

I suppose they would want to hush it
up as security chief's final admission,

and I wasn't the only person to hear it.

But whatever they want, I
don't want it hushed up.

I want to know.

Know what?

What he meant.

If there actually was a Susie
Carter, what lay behind it?

I want you and CI5 to find out.

But surely his own department...

Might have many reasons for
not investigating further.

Special branch, then? They work hand
in glove with Sir Arden's department.

They might be prepared to
connive at a cover-up, too.

I've had a word with the Prime
Minister, and he feels, we feel,

that you and you alone are
equipped to ferret this out.

Eddie, what's wrong?

Nothing.

Nothing.

It's that dream again.

I told you I'm all right.

You haven't had that dream for years.

Not for years.

You've been shouting that name, Susie.

Susie.

Over and over again, you
keep saying it. Susie Carter.

Hello, Brenda.

Well, well.

Don't often see you boys here.

I thought CI5 could manage
without us commoner garden coppers.

You've fallen on hard times, have you?

That's right.

Let's have a file on Carter, will you?

S for Susie.

Carter.

S. For Susie.

Deceased.

Got three dead ones under that name.

One was a hit-and-run.

One was a witness who
jumped from a window.

One was... Yeah, well, let's
look at them all, shall we?

Okay.

Which one's this?

Um...

That's a soul tape, isn't it?

PHONE RINGS PHONE RINGS Hello?

Yes, this is the Turvey residence.

Julia.

Yes, I'll get him.

Grandpa?

Grandpa?

Call for you.

I've told you before, Grandpa
suggests walking sticks and rocking chairs,

but Grandfather has the ring of dignity.

Hello, Toby here.

Hello, how are you?

Yes?

What?

Give me that again.

We're going to set the disco equipment
up here. That's all right, isn't it?

Yes, yes, fine.

You can't mean that.

But it's been years.

Hold on.

Kids, do you mind private?

Come along, Mark. We're
going to set up the bar.

Oh, did the glasses arrive?

Yeah, they came this morning. I
haven't had a chance to unpack them yet.

Would you like to go
down and collect them?

You have got to be joking.

After all this time...

It's been years since I've been involved
in anything like that, and you know it.

Yes, I still have contacts.

All right, if you think it's imperative.

I've been a fan. I've been here before.

Police work, legwork,
routine, sorting through files.

I thought I'd left all this behind when I
joined CI5. Excitement, they promised me.

Action.

But not, not sorting through files.

That's funny. Careful, he
might break a rib laughing.

You've got two of those S.
Carter files, but the third

one, the witness who
jumped, file's missing.

Now, Doyle, you've got to
admit, that is a kind of excitement.

What do you mean, missing?

Well, sort of like
disappeared, you know, gone.

By God, he was right.
Derrington was right.

Derrington?

What did you find out?

Well, it's 1953. Susie
Carter was the chief prosecution

witness in a big corruption trial.

And I'm afraid we can't tell any more
than that because somebody's stolen the file.

But we did get all the
newspapers for the period.

Might give us some more detail.

What happened to Susie Carter?
Thought she was Icarus. Yes,

jumped out of a window
before she could testify. Jumped?

Well, that's the official story.
The officer in charge of the keys?

Detective Superintendent
Turner, retired about nine years ago.

Did you get that address?

Yes, way up north. Who do
we have up north just now?

Tony Miller.

What's so funny?

Call him. Tell him to bring Turner in.

Betty, get me Lord Dennington, would you?

Hello, Frank? Yes, this is Turvey.

I'm fine.

Fine.

Look, Frank, let's talk
over the old days some

other time, eh? Right now, I need help.

Heavy help.

Eddie, someone at the door.

Yeah. What at this time?

Mr Turner?

Yeah? Ex-detective superintendent Turner?

Yes. CI5?

Well, that should be a nice
welcome home present to Tony.

What's the matter? Doesn't he like girls?

Or would you fancy him
with a face like that?

Georgie, I'll suck it to
him from the shoulder cowly.

Otherwise known as Mac Coe.

In the interest of precision,
Doyle, do you mean mack cow or milk cow?

Because you again, the latter is correct.

Cows give milk. Cows
suck her. They're young.

Just tidying up the
locker, sir. There's no need.

That's a good joke.

Not my style of joke, but
he would have enjoyed it.

Would have?

I never send a boy on a man's
errand. They'll only pinch his bike.

How often have you heard me saying
that? Just another of my clichés.

I should have sent you, Doyle, or
you, Bodie. You might still be alive.

Yes, he's dead.

Tony Miller's dead.

Susie Carter, I want out
from the cradle to the grave.

Yeah, but where do we start?

Not bad for an ex-copper.

We've lived well.

We've always lived well.

An ex-detective superintendent.

With a Rolls Royce.

But after he left the
force, he speculated.

What with?

Someone left him some money.

So there'd be a record of it, then?

Well, I don't know
where the money came from.

I just spent it.

Mrs. Turner.

You know right.

It is barely dead.

Your husband had over 50 years of
life, and the Rolls Royce in the garage.

Tony Miller was 26.

Miller, the young man.

The dead young man.

Oh, God.

What about Susie Carter?

Susie Carter.

He kept saying that name last
night over and over again. Susie.

Who is she?

There was a Susie years ago.

There was a Susie. It was
a case he was working on.

I remember the night he
came home. He was different,

worried or upset. But it was years ago.

1953, it was the first year we
took a winter holiday. 1953, Bermuda,

it was the first time we were
able to afford a winter holiday.

Susie Carter, didn't she fall
out of a window or something?

From some hotel?

The Star Hotel, Bayswater.

Those papers came through.

Susanna Carter.

The night of June the 3rd, 1953,

out of a window on the
ninth floor of the Star Hotel.

It only made a side
paragraph. Too much going on that day.

Coronation and...
Everest was also conquered.

The Star Hotel. I can't see the point.

You're not going to find any
clues there now. Atmosphere, Bodie.

Get the feel of the case.

Get the smell of it.

Oh, you'll smell it, all right.

In fact, you better get a move
on before they pull it down. Hey.

Room 96.

The police moved her here
for her own protection.

She's due to testify the next day.

Testify to what?

Corruption.

Neil Turvey combines.

Man's got a finger in every pie.
Any government building contracts?

Hospitals, defense establishment. Talk
of bribery to the tune of two million.

There's a water gate
in the making for you.

Yeah, two million.

That's a lot of loot. Yeah, Susie
Carter worked for Turvey Combines.

So she knew where the body was buried.

Hmm.

Two million.

Would you push a girl out
of a window for two million?

They're a definite offer.

Sir Arden wasn't Sir Arden
then, just plain Arden French,

defence lawyer for Turvey Combines.

But now he's dead. And so is Turner.

Neil Turvey's still
alive. You lay off Turvey.

He came out of that
affair smelling like a rose.

Because the chief witness
was pushed out of her window.

We don't know she was pushed yet.

And Mr. Turvey is a very important man,
more influential now than he ever was.

So you lay off him, for
the time being, anyway.

Now...

Ann Berry, the policewoman who was
supposed to be helping look after Susie Carter.

Anne!

Why didn't you answer the phone?

Anyway, I took it. There's
some men coming to see you. Men?

Doyle and Bodie, or something like
that. I think they said CI5. CI5?

I didn't understand it either.

But perhaps it's something
to do with your old job?

The police?

Sally, let's go away for a week or two.

Why? I thought you
said we couldn't manage.

Well, I've been thinking.

You were right. We do need a holiday.

A week or two in France,
where we went last year.

That would be marvelous.

What about the dogs? We could
call Henry. He'll look after them.

A week or two away. We deserve it.

That's what I've been telling you.

Might even make it a month. Oh, I'll
go and see to them. You call Henry now.

I don't know.

As soon as you can, Henry.

She didn't have a Rolls Royce.

1955. Exactly, and she paid cash.

You get the same kind of
feeling as I do about those two.

What, only one bed being set, anyway?

Yeah.

Yeah.

There must have been
murder for a policewoman

with those kind of tendencies in the 50s.

Yeah. Should be open to all kind
of bribery, blackmail, the lot.

Jackpot. 20,000 shares
purchased in Turvey Combines went...

1953. Yeah. June the 3rd, 1953, the day
after the girl was pushed out the window.

Turvey. Gotta be.

I've seen Turvey's pictures.

Who hasn't? He's got a good PR man.

He's in all the social columns, you know.

He dyes his hair.

He must be close to 70, yet his hair's
jet black. So, dies as well. I know,

you're missing my
point. He fights his age,

and whatever happens to stand in his way.

Oh, I see you, Batman. But
Cowley told us to lay off.

Yeah, that was before Tony
Miller was killed. And Anne Berry.

And it all points to
Turvey. Only circumstantially.

Oh, knock it off, Ray. You're not
in the force now. In this outfit,

a hunch is a hunch. Is a
hunch is a hunch is a hunch.

I know. I've nicked villains before
and had them slip through my fingers.

And then watch them stick two
fingers up at me from the dock.

What we've got on Turvey
won't hold up in court.

It will eventually.
First catch your Turvey.

Gentlemen.

My granddaughter said police.

Not exactly, Mr Turvey.

I'm Doyle.

He's Bodie.

CI5. Oh.

Sort of police.

Not even close.

Police can be corruptible.

And you're not here to argue semantics.

And I hope you don't regard a drink
as the first seeds of corruption.

I ask because I have here some
particularly good malt scotch.

Too early?

Well, perhaps you'll allow me.
No, I want to help all I can. Help?

If you own as much property
as I do, that makes sense.

My relationship with the police,

and I know you don't quite come into that
category, has always been very amicable.

Albert.

I beg your pardon? Ann Berry.

What?

We've just come from looking at Ann Berry.

She was shot.

About that.

Ever seen what a high-velocity
bullet can do at close range?

Who the devil is Ann Berry?

You ought to know.

She had shares in your
company. Shares? Are you crazy?

Have you any idea how
many shareholders there are?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, but you see, she
acquired her shares June the 3rd, 1953.

The day after Susie Carter died.
Susie Carter. And who's Susie Carter?

It's forgotten.

Amnesia? Hmm,
convenient amnesia. You know,

that's sometimes brought
on by a blow on the head.

And sometimes
miraculously restored the same way.

Neil?

Ah, Neil, I'm just leaving.
I'll see you at the club later.

Everything all right?

Ah, Freddie, um...

Let me introduce, what is
it, Doyle and Bodie, CI5.

I think we've met.

Yes, you would have, when you
headed the Home Office investigation.

Sir Frederick Tallon.

Yes, yes, you work with Cowley.

Give him my regards.

I'll see you later, Neil.

Freddy, everything isn't all right.

What?

You asked me whether
everything was all right. It isn't.

These two men have been using
stormtrooper tactics against me. Against me, Freddy.

For what reason? No reason.

Three people have been
shot in the last 24 hours.

What's the connection
with Mr. Turvey here?

Is it a matter of evidence?

Solid evidence?

Is it?

I see.

Doyle and Bodie.

I remember those names.

And don't worry, Neil.

I'll take it up with Cowley, personally.

Thank you, Freddy.

Sorry you wouldn't join me.

Ah, yes, your
particularly good malt scotch.

Well, I tell you, Mr. Turvey,

you can take your
particularly good malt scotch

and shove it up your particular... Don't.

Good day, Mr. Turvey.

I told you to lay off
Turvey, I told you, but no!

You go charging in against my
orders. Are you deaf or something?

Or are you just plain
pig-ignorant? Steady on,

he just took a glass
of scotch in the face.

Scotch?

Pure malt, particularly good.

Then you're not just deaf, you're daft.
A pure malt scotch in a face like yours.

Oh, you're angry, eh?

Deep down frustrated, want to
punch someone in the face angry.

You know, my karate
master taught me about anger.

Channel it, he said. Take it, he
said. Let it throb up through your body.

Let it build and grow
and then concentrate it.

Let it burst out through your fingers.

Have a scotch.

It's malt, and it's pure.

And for your edification,
there is no such thing as

a particularly good one.
They're all damn good.

And don't go wasting over that
face of yours. Aim for your mouth.

Now, to concentrate that anger.

Piles.

Files.

The newspaper files. Every word ever
written about the Susie Carter affair.

We did go through them, sir. A
hundred times. And then make it 101.

Betty's got them all
laid out ready for you.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers, sir.

It's all too simple.

Turner, Detective Superintendent
Turner, suitably bribed as officer in charge,

walks right past the man on the door.

Inside the room, also
bribed, policewoman Anne Berry.

And between the two of them, they
bundle Susie Carter out of the window.

But Neil Turvey foots the bill.

And the whole thing's set
up by the defense lawyer,

the lately deceased Arden French.

No case against Turvey, so case closed.

Say that bit again.

Case closed.

No, no. The first bit. Turner.

She walks straight
past the man on the door.

The man on the door. Robert E. We'll
make a detective out of you, yeah.

Yeah.

I think it's back to the files, don't you?

Good breakfast, Angus.

Aye, it is.

It's going to be a fine day for the hunt.

There, Mr. Hamer. Did you
ever see such a beastie?

He's all yours for the taking.

What's more, if you miss
him, you still have him.

If you do miss him, he
has but one emergency exit.

You check the emergency exits?

It's about time I should.

Exactly about time.

Mr. Hamer.

Mr. Hamer!

I'm sorry. He's miles away.

Years away.

Too late, Mr. Hamer. You've missed him.

Sorry.

At least I saw him.

That's not what we're here for, is it?

You're paying me to do
more than just see him.

Oh, well, he has nowhere
to go but further up the

valley. He's still
ours, but it's a long hike.

Neil Turvey's alleged involvement was
thoroughly investigated at the time,

and nothing was proved against
him. And now, 25 years later,

there's still no proof. It's the status
quo. Except that I'm now a man short.

Harris Miller, I'm sorry about that.

I'm not as sorry as Neil Turvey will be
one day. Look, lay off Turvey, George.

There's nothing to pursue there.

Perhaps not, but I'll
remember it. Tuck it away.

I'm beginning to wish
I hadn't reopened old

wounds in the first
place. I'm glad you did.

There's someone else.

Peter, there's got to be.

All those years ago, Turvey wasn't
in a position to subvert a lawyer,

a police officer. No, there had to be
someone else, someone on authority,

a third man, if you like.

Yes?

The copper, sir.

Eh? The guard, the man outside the
door. Now, why didn't I think of that?

Because you didn't get
a scotch in the face.

Do you know who he is? We know who.
Frank Haver, ex-detective sergeant,

but we don't know where yet.

Get to it. Concentration of anger.

When it works, it really works.

Wonderful shot, Mr. Hamer.
Beautiful shot. Simply beautiful.

Didn't I tell you I'd
show you the best shooting

in Scotland? And wasn't I right? You did.

And you were right, Mackay.

Will you go on now, or go
back and split a drum on it?

It's been a long day.

I think we'll make tracks
for home. Ah, right you are.

We can keep our eyes skinned as we go.

Hello.

50 miles away from anything
remotely resembling civilization.

He says hello. My mother
taught me to be polite.

Hello is English, an alien tongue.
If I'd addressed you in the Gaelic,

you'd have thought me the foreigner.

Anyway, I expected you.

I heard you coming about
a mile and a half back.

You're city men.

I'll be polite again. Can I help you?
Would you like a bite of my sandwich?

No. They told us back at the
hotel Mr. Hamer was around here. Aye.

Where round here?

Take your pick.

It's a big country, and
all of it Scottish soil.

Did your mother, in
between polite lessons,

tell you about the possibility of
being beaten insensible by strangers?

I've asked for help.
You haven't told me how.

We're looking for Mr. Hamer. Mackay
took him off to the North Valley.

But they should be back soon.

That way.

That's the road they'll take, aye.

Which one of you fell off the path, then?

Come on, I heard one of
you scrabbling past to

the right of me there,
just five minutes ago.

Could have been a deer.

I know a deer from a
man, and it was a man.

Just there, to the right of me.

Movement.

Something there.

And we're upwind of it, too.

Do you?

Maybe.

It's best to be ready.

Now, you keep your aim there.

Whatever it is, I'll go
round and drive it towards you.

Mr. Hamer!

Mr. Hamer!

Oh, you didn't see the man?

No, I should have, I
suppose. I should have chased him.

But all I could think of was Mr. Hamer.

Poor Mr. Hamer.

Yeah, poor Mr. Hamer.

He got a shot of him, though.

I'm sure he got a shot of him. Of him?

You mean he got a shot
at him? No, no, no, no.

Mr. Hamer's one of the new breed.

Vicarious excitement.

The stalk, the hunt, the kill.

But no killing.

That is a camera gun.

Mr. Hamer got a shot of him.

Yeah, that's Frank Goodman.

Can you find him?

Well, he doesn't know
we're looking for him,

so he won't be hiding.
Yeah, we can find him.

Good.

And gently, eh?

Gently.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, chuck that to us, will you?

Cowley said gently. What's Goodman?

He's a hitman. Right. And he's also a pro.

He won't be carrying now.

Yeah, he might be going to the job,
mightn't he? He'll be carrying then.

All right, put it away.

Remember where you put
it, though, won't you?

Hiya, Frank. How's Scotland?

Very tough, isn't he?

Like a rubber ball.

Just keeps bouncing back.

You know, I saw an old Gary Cooper movie.

They guided this guy through
his religion. Did you see it?

No.

Yeah, well, he wouldn't
talk, wouldn't say a word,

until they threatened to
bury him in a pigskin.

Yeah, hard as nails until that happened.

Then he really broke up.

Wouldn't worry Frankie.

No?

No, not scared of anything.
Are you, Frank? Not so, Frank.

Yeah, I reckon everyone's got a room
101, you know? Something they fear most.

You get my point?

Point taken. Take the next on the right.

That could be Frank's room
101 over there. Well, that pub.

What's special about that?

Oh, nothing. Just the
people that go in there.

You've heard of Billy Knowles.

What?

Yeah, the cement man.

Oh, the guy who buried the
bodies in the flyover? Him.

Nasty. Well, he goes in there
nearly every night, doesn't he, Frank?

Yeah.

Well, I've always given
Frank the benefit of the doubt.

I've never subscribed to
that ugly rumor that it

was Frank who put that
knife in Billy's brother.

They'll be out in about half an hour.

Billy and his mum.

Give them quite a laugh
when they find him here.

What do you reckon they'll do to him?

They won't kill him.

Work him over?

Somewhere between the two, I'd say.

We all wish they'd killed him.

All right.

Turvey hired him.

Yeah, he sworn it,
attested it, and signed it.

In triplicate. So we
finally nailed Turvey.

Now the problem is, who
do I send to bring him in?

Someone who'll treat him with the
respect he deserves. Oh, well, sir, I mean,

we are renowned for our
kind and sympathetic nature.

Rotten, depraved, influenced by bribery.

That's corruption. I was looking it up in
the dictionary. I could go on. To infect,

to taint, to destroy purity.

You should have asked me.

My definition's much simpler.

Corruption? That's where the worms are.

Looks like they're having a party.

Yeah.

Let's go gate-crash them, shall we?

Yeah.

Yes, I suppose I do spoil her a bit.

But then, why shouldn't I?

After all, she's my only
granddaughter, and... Hey!

Don't worry, I'll hold my liquor.

How's it going up there?

Great.

Fantastic. It's a beautiful party.

Thanks.

Julia! Hey, what happened to the music?

I'll fix it.

Why did the music stop?

And what are you doing here?

They came through the window.

Party's over, sweetheart.

We'll see about that.

Julia, where's the disco equipment?

How the devil did you get in here?

The window. You mean you
broke in? You broke into my home?

It was open.

By God, this is unforgivable.

All right, Julia, mark.

I'll take care of this.

You must be mad, both of you. You have to
be mad in this job or you'll go insane.

I'll have you broken for this.

Sir Frederick already knows, you know.

Yeah, you know, Frank talked.

Frank Goodman.

He told us about Turner, of course.

And Hamer.

And you. You know, hiring a killer
is the same as actually doing it.

Which means you killed Tony Miller.

Now, we liked Tony.

How much?

Oh, for God's sake, every
man has his price. Name yours.

All I need is one clear hour.

You've got a company in
South America, haven't you?

One hour, and I'll pay
anything you ask for it.

Anything?

Yes, yes.

Cash?

Name any currency you like.

I think I'll sample
that pure malt scotch now.

Very tempting, Ray.

Very.

I mean, we could have been
an hour later getting here.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Then it's a deal. No.

No, it wouldn't be fair to
Tony, would it? Miller. Miller.

Ah, but to make up for your
disappointment, why not have a whiskey with me, eh?

What are you doing?
Handcuffs. Look, there's

no need for handcuffs.
Oh, for pity's sake.

My family are out there.

My granddaughter and all her friends.

Look.

Please take them off. I'm begging you.
I'm begging you. What kind of man are you?

The kind of men who
catch your kind of men.

You know why I asked you to meet me here?

The scene of the crime.

You could have been Foreign
Secretary one day, Peter.

Could have been?

I'm not sure that I
quite follow you, George.

You see, Sir Arden had a
conscience which is more than you have.

I killed Susie Carter, he said.

And all he actually did was
keep his mouth shut about it.

You're not suggesting that I killed her?

You played your part, like
Sir Arden, by keeping quiet.

But his conscience panicked you into
finding out just how safe you were.

If you'd left well alone,
really had the confidence that

I always thought you had,
we wouldn't be here now.

Instead, you thought you could use my
organisation to keep yourself safe forever.

I suppose Turvey has been
making wild accusations against me?

Accusations, yes.

But there's nothing wild about them.

In the back of my mind, I
knew it was you all along.

I just didn't want to believe it.

No one's going to take
Turvey's word against mine.

In 1953, you were a junior minister.

Turvey bribed you to give him the
contracts that put his company into the big time.

Susie Carter knew about it, and you knew
that Turvey arranged for her to be killed.

Prove it.

I already have.

I've got all your financial records for
the period. Your books don't balance, Peter.

You betrayed my trust.

Maybe that's not so important.

But you also caused the death of one
of my men. I can never forgive that.

I think I'd like you to try and run,
Peter, so I could shoot you in the guts.

You wouldn't choose that
on me, George. Try me.

Then try us.

I don't need your help.

Not here to help, sir.
Just pick up a few tips.

Take him.

George!

Yes, I love lasagna. I love
everything you do, you know what I mean?

Okay, see you in half an
hour then, sweetheart.

Bye-bye.

Just going to see Tony Miller's mother.

You want to come?

Sure.