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to afford lettuce if we'd paid them back.

You didn't seem very interested

when I told you.

I mean, why were you so keen

to pay them back at all?

No, it's not that.

Only anything for quiet.

I don't like attention

being drawn to us like that.

Good evening. Forgive me for butting in

your private affairs,

but this bright specimen didn't

appear to know

whether you wanted long, round, square,

or oblong lettuce. So I brought a selection.

- I distinctly said long ones, you know I did.

- Did you? I thought you said long ones.

I said long ones.

Oh, good evening, Mr. Verloc.

So you came home just in time

to see the trouble, eh?

Me? I've been in all the afternoon.

But I could've sworn

I saw you come in just about...

Well, you were wrong.

I didn't know anything about it

until you woke me, did I?

No. He was lying down upstairs.

I had to call him.

Sorry. My mistake, I suppose.

Well, here we are.

(WOMAN SCREAMING ON SCREEN)

I thought someone

was committing a murder.

Someone probably is. On the screen there.

Stevie, hop on a chair and fix that fanlight.

Look out George Arliss

doesn't bite you, Steve.

Well, good night, all.

(GUN FIRING ON SCREEN)

All right, lady, I'll look around

the market tomorrow.

Thank you.

Mind if I pop off early tonight, guv?

- Okay, Ted.

- Thank you.

Good night, boys.

That fellow seems to get off

whenever he likes.

All right, we'll put someone onto that.

Well, Sergeant, you saw

what happened tonight.

- Yes, sir.

- Anything your end?

I'm not certain, but I could've sworn

I saw Verloc come back

in the middle of it all.

Later when I challenged him,

he said he hadn't been out at all.

- His wife confirmed it.

- Naturally.

She would if she's in it.

You better find some way of talking to her.

Now, listen, Spencer,

the Home Office have been on

and they're scared something worse

than tonight's job may happen.

What's the idea, sir?

What's the point of all this wrecking?

Making trouble at home to

take our minds off what's going on abroad.

Same as in a crowd.

One man treads on your toe.

While you're arguing with him

his pal picks your pocket.

- Who's behind it?

- They're the people

that you and I'll never catch.

It's the men they employ that we're after.

Don't you know that's very dangerous?

- What?

- Leaving stuff like that lying about.

Supposing you or me were to

break our leg on that

you'd be pleased with yourself, I suppose.

That would depend

whether it was your leg or mine.

Can't tempt you, I suppose? Oranges,

very nice today. Good for the feet.

Hello, guv, going to the pictures?

As a matter of fact,

I'm off to a trade show.

Well, pick us a good one then,

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