Captives Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 100 min
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She loves it.
Coming in here.
You dirty, f***ing b*tch.
Yeah, coming in here...
You could take somebody's eye out with that.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
They let you out then?
You all right.
Don't worry.
I haven't done a runner.
I'd be wearing arrows.
That's how you can tell.
- I'm just surprised.
- Yeah, I didn't think it was you, either.
They do let us out on our own, you know?
We have our shoe shined.
Coming from the nick?
Just on my way back.
I've been to college.
I go one day a week.
- Starting today.
- Gosh, your first day!
You look like a store detective.
Making you nervious.
I do a degree course Computer programming.
I've been doing it for about four years.
At the correspondence,
and a bit of open university.
And now I'm towards the end.
They've agreed to let me out.
Pound and twelve, please.
It says seventy. Seventy pence.
- It's... it's a code...
- Stock number. A pound twelve, please.
- Right, okay. That's okay.
- I'll get it.
No, leave it.
Take it with mine.
- No.
- Philip. It's twenty pence.
Give me the ninety.
Okay.
- I'll pay you back.
- That's okay.
No, I'll pay you back!
When you said "code", I thought "codes?".
You know, like not knowing the password
when you're a kid,
not knowing what team to support.
To think I used to run my own business.
- Really?
- Yeah, really.
I've been waiting eight years for this.
How do you get back?
I get the tube to here,
and here's the bus back to the nick.
See? All the cons coming out of the shade.
Well, it's nice to see you again.
- I'll get back for that.
- Sorry?
Oh, no. My pleasure.
"Oh, no. My pleasure."
I've been in dozens of times.
You have seen me.
I have a clinic, and I'm already late
Just a sec.
Delta-Juliet-Whiskey.
Reception.
Delta-Juliet-Whiskey.
Central. Over.
I've got a female here.
Says she's a new vet.
- Dentist?
- Dentist, yeah. You know her.
- Good-looking?
- Is that Sexton?
- Dark, yeah.
- She'll need an excort.
Okay. Come over and pick her up.
You silly tart.
Come on.
Blimey. Not like she's a Mick.
You're not, are you?
we call all the medics vets.
And all the men animals.
Only those that are, mam.
All right, Lanny.
That's you done.
Lanny. Elvis.
Come on, Leonard.
Look, I know what you're thinking, right?
You're thinking I'm not Elvis Presley.
Well, I know that. I know who I am. I do.
- You're a lucky man.
- Yeah. I'm the King.
Come on. Out.
It's a guard just like boxers wear,
and it exactly fits your mouth
So, even if you are still grinding at night,
it won't damage your teeth.
All right.
That's it.
But, I'm afraid...
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