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But at the same time have all the

advantages the combines enjoy...

Through an associated

purchasing company.

You haven't heard a damn

word I've been saying.

Yes. Yes, I have. It's a fine

plan. It'll help a lot of people.

You only heard because you're trained to

listen with one ear and look with the other.

You really care about people, don't you?

Yes. Yes, of course I do.

Sorry, Phip. I know you don't

like people coming to the showroom.

Not me, old mate. The powers that

be aren't keen on social calls.

Phip, can you drive me out of London?

Sorry, sport. Couldn't

have come at a worse time.

I'm scheduled to deliver a crate out

at Richmond when I'm finished here.

- Where do you want to go?

- Kelworth, New town.

Well, fag a lift from a lorry.

Be all right?

Yeah.

Yeah. I'll be all right.

- Good evening, Mr. Farr.

- Evening, Mrs. Brooks. My wife home?

- She's not back from the clinic yet.

- Oh.

- Her brother's here.

- Oh, good.

- There you are, Mel.

- Hello, Scott. How are you? Nice to see you.

Felt a bit lonely. Ronnie

went back to school today.

Never mind. Only 10 weeks till

Easter. Come and have a drink.

What's all this about clinic?

- Laura having trouble?

- No, no.

Only of her own making. She's taken a

spare-Time job working with difficult children.

- Oh.

- Apparently she's rather good at it.

If you go into court with that

rubbish, it'll do your client no good.

Brent's wife will get

costs, custody and alimony...

Which is exactly what she wants.

Selfish b*tch.

No, I-I-I'd

plead discretion.

Place the whole of her life on

the bench in front of the judge.

Harry brent won't do that.

Then I should tell him to find

somebody else to lose the case for him.

- You would too.

- Yeah, damn right I would.

- Mel?

- Yes, in here, darling.

- Hello, darling. Hello, Scott.

- Hello, love.

- And how are the little idiots today?

- It's not a lunatic asylum.

- Isn't it? I thought it was.

- Very funny.

- Did you get Ronnie off all right?

- Yes. Miserable.

- Why don't you stay and have dinner with us?

- Can't, thanks. I'm just off.

I've a lot of work tonight.

The Campbell brief fell

into my lap last week.

Lord knows why they call

it a brief. It never is.

- What will you do about dinner?

- Don't worry. I've got some stuff in the fridge.

- Are you sure?

- Oh, yes, of course.

- All right. Good

night. - Night-Night.

- Take care of each other.

- Good night.

Good night.

You know, I worry about Scott living

on his own with Ronnie to bring up.

He seems lost since Helen died.

I think he ought to get married

again. Ronnie needs a mother.

- Why don't you tell him? You're his sister.

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