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Lindisfarne 1-1.

Thank you, sir.

What name did you say?

- Katelbach.

- Could you spell it, please?

K-A-T-E-L-B-A-C-H.

- A little slower, please.

- All right.

"K" for "kitty."

"A" for "Andy."

"T" for - for, uh -

Did you say "T"? For "tea"?

That's right. "T" for "tea."

E-L-B -

- "D"?

- No. "B."

- For "Peter"?

- "B" for "Bess" and "boy."

- For "boy."

- That's right.

A-C-H.

- Katelbach.

- That's right.

- I'll ring you back.

- Thank you.

Is anybody there?

Yes. Me.

Dickie.

I took the liberty of using the phone 'cause

Albert and me are having a little trouble.

Trouble?

Trouble or not,

you have very strange manners.

One doesn't usually burst in

on people without warning...

especially at this hour.

One doesn't choose the time

one gets into trouble.

Actually, I don't know

what prevents me calling the police.

I told you Albert and me

are having some trouble.

Get it... little fairy?

Aw, the hell with you.

Hello.

You both better help me

if you want to stay healthy.

- Hold on, please.

- Hello?

- And don't panic. No hysterics.

- Nobody's panicking!

- Sorry to keep you.

- Hello?

- I'll have your call in an hour.

- What?

- There's nought -

- In an hour?

- Would you like to keep the call in?

- Yes, yes! I'll keep the call in.

First off, we gotta fetch somebody.

- It'll be easier if all three of us push.

- Push?

I suppose you don't mind

if we put on some clothes first.

Yes, I do mind. Get goin'.

I'll show you the way.

- Wait. I'll be -

- Come on.

What - What's going on here?

What?

There was no water here before!

It's the evening tide.

Quick! Quick!

I'm coming, Albert! I'm coming!

Shh, shh, shh. He's a mad dog.

What are you waiting for?

Oh.

Uh, the tide's terribly tricky.

Get goin'!

I can't swim. Oh!

Come on!

Come on. Get in there.

Quick.

Hurry!

Now the other way.

Push.

- I can't hold it!

- Wait!

Hello?

Thank you.

- Hello?

- Hello. Mr. Katelbach, Dickie.

You stupid, mentally retarded

prick! Where the hell have you been?

- Now wait a minute.

- I waited all day for you and that other idiot!

But listen, Mr. Katelbach -

Now wait a minute.

- It ain't our fault!

- It must be!

Word of honor, governor.

We did our best.

I want to speak to Albie.

- To Albie?

- Ja. The idiot!

- Uh, he can't come to the phone.

- Can't come to the phone?

- What's the matter with him?

- He's-He's got indigestion.

He got it - He got it in the belly.

- How bad is he?

- Pretty bad.

- Uh, get a message to Doris.

- Boris?

Not "Boris." "Doris." His wife.

We lost the car, but we got another one.

- What?

- We lost the car, but we got another one.

What? You got another car now?

So why can't you get in the new car

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