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taking this much off of you.

- Could always give it back.

No, you're all right.

Come on then.

Least you can do is buy us

all a curry. Yeah, why not?

Thanks.

Gonna buy me one

too?

I mean, you did take

all my money.

It doesn't seem right,

a woman being a bookie.

Why not?

It isn't natural.

Actually,

it's a wonderful thing.

All I do is bat my eyelashes and I take

double the money of any other bookie.

I wouldn't bet with someone

just 'cause they were a woman.

Yes, you would.

Yeah.

Yeah, I probably would, yeah.

Who's the lucky girl?

Uh, that's Helen.

She's, uh... She's great.

Gonna treat her to something

nice with your winnings?

Yeah, of course.

Have to keep

the little lady happy, huh?

But the whole point is that the

injury has to be caused by negligence.

So? Negligence by your employer.

We have to prove it was their fault.

Then we can claim compensation.

Mmm.

You've already stated that at lunchtime you

drank in excess of nine pints of lager...

and that your fall was "almost certainly

a result of your 'intoxification'."

So how exactly is that

negligence by your employer?

They shouldn't have asked me to do

any work in that state. I was hammered.

Where were you

last night?

I'm sorry, love.

Things got a bit stupid, and

I ended up on Adrian's couch.

Oh, I see.

With Wagner.

Promise.

I've got something to

show you. Follow me.

Just look into my eyes.

Follow me.

Don't trip off the curb.

And sniff the roses.

What's all this?

How much did we win?

It doesn't matter. Yes, it

does. You know the rules.

Always tell Helen the truth.

So, how much?

Keep the change.

What?

"Congratulations, John.

Hope you like champagne.

Enjoy yourself. Stan. "

Who's Stan?

It's the bookie

I took to the cleaners.

So, why is he sending you gifts?

She.

Stan's a woman.

And I've no idea.

So, you've been hanging about

with strange women, have you?

Should I be worried?

- No. She's fat and bald.

- Ha!

Hey, I'm not kidding.

She is.

We could go somewhere hot.

Yeah? Look at that.

Looks like

the Cook Islands.

Where is that again?

I've no idea.

I just saw it

on TV once.

Can we afford that?

Yeah.

Yeah, I reckon we can.

What?

What is this?

This is the reason

we're celebrating.

You don't recognize it?

No.

Yesterday morning.

Breakfast.

This is that

plastic apple?

Yeah.

And now it's gold.

It's a genuine lucky charm.

"Won at football, but lost

a packet on the horses.

I don't think the foreign ones run the same

as British horses. See you all soon. John. "

- Isn't that nice?

- Mmm.

Bad luck again, huh?

Hello, stranger.

- All right?

- All right. Your card arrived this morning.

- Yeah?

- You're not very brown.

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