Captives Page #4

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Lived all over.

Better than being stuck in a room all day.

You can say that again.

Sorry.

What?

No, what is it? Tell me.

When you were at the supermarket,

you weren't tagged.

So I knew it was play for the jail.

No wedding ring.

Oh, no.

I some...

We split up.

Same here.

- Have you told her that?

- Well, as it happens, she told me.

That's what made it easier.

Easier asking you.

Is that what this is?

Practice?

I don't know.

You're the one with all the cards. You can

find out anything about me. You're staff.

No.

But I'd prefer if you ask me.

Of course.

No, absolutely...

Look, you said you hadn't had a visit

and I just thought...

Don't get me wrong.

I appreciate this.

A bomb exploded this morning in a shopping

centre in Finchley North London...

No warning was given about the device.

The explosion occured to start...

Out of order, that is.

... crowded shopcenter...

They call themselves soldiers. ... they

found a second bomb which was made safe...

Chief Inspector Keith Toplow,

Head of the...

Oi! Don't feed the animals, right?

Snow? Guys?

All right, Elvis.

Fancy a little jailhouse rock, do we?

Do you want to try

a little piece of the Devil's Dandruff?

You, damn pussycat.

Hey, man. Don't let the crown. Dig it down.

Simon.

Bloody house.

- Hello?

- Is that Rachel?

Philip... where are you?

How can you ring?

Phonecards. All the wings have them.

We can call out anytime.

Well, I didn't give you this number.

I'm sorry...

to disturb you.

I'm sorry if it's a liberty.

- Who did you say you were?

- Personal, I just said it was personal.

Right, well, I'll hurry up then,

I was just wondering if...

if you're doing anything next week,

if you're up for a visit?

Next week's difficult.

Week after?

I can't make it.

Look, as you said, I'm stuff.

Only part-time, but...

No, I understand.

- No, really...

- No, I understand. That's cool.

F*** off.

You don't want to jeopardize anything.

It's like college.

I don't want to jeopardize anything.

Well, that's right. Exactly.

Listen, these phonecards don't...

Oh, sh*t.

- What are you up to?

- That vet, what's she up to, uh?

That's the question.

Calls herself a dentist.

You see the n*gger last night?

He's having a laugh, isn't he?

"Look at me, I'm a gangster".

I've been to see her, right?

I got gold crowns.

Five. Now I've got only four.

Five gold crowns cost me a lot of money.

"Devil's Dandruff"...

I mean, who the f*** does he think he is, uh?

Now. One, two, three, four.

Right?

Brixton. Parkhurst.

Durham. Wakefield. Scrubs.

Where's the Scrubs?

Where's the Scrubs?

- She's got it.

- She hasn't.

Yeah. Her and that doctor bloke, Hockley.

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