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and drive?

I can't drive it. I got a cramp in the arm.

- I got it in the arm.

- You got what in the arm?

- You know.

- All right. I see.

So you both got it.

Now listen. I'm gonna tell you

something, Dickie.

Wait a minute, Mr. Katelbach.

You're-You're - You're being unfair.

You're very unfair, Mr. Katelbach.

Give me a chance to explain.

We did our best.

Where the hell are you anyway?

Uh, in North -

We're in Northumberland.

- Just a minute.

- Whereabout in Northumberland?

Hey! Hey!

How early can we get through

by the beach?

Uh, 8:
00.

What's the name of this rock pile?

Rob Roy.

Lindisfarne Island, Northumberland.

What? Speak up!

Rob Roy!

Lindisfarne Island!

Northumberland!

Okay.

Stop it!

Rob Roy. Lindisfarne Island.

Northumberland.

Thank you, sir.

Practically a new car.

You okay, Albie?

I am... fed up.

Everything's all right. I got him on the phone.

He's coming to get us out of this.

Well, congratulations.

You made a charming mess

of my motorcar.

Amazing what thin stuff they use.

Thin or thick -

there's a good 50 guineas damages.

What's the idea of leaving your car

right here in the middle?

Well, great heavens!

I'm in my own grounds, aren't I?

In your own grounds.

How selfish can you get?

That's the sort of thing

that's ruining the country.

I'm right, ain't I, miss?

- Is your name Bee?

- What?

"Felix Bee."

Nah. Nah.

- We borrowed it.

- I'm fed up.

- "Borrowed," my ass.

- T-Teresa.

That's the sort of thing

which is ruining this country.

You see? She agrees with me.

I beg your pardon.

My wife said nothing of the kind.

It amounts to the same thing.

Indeed, it does not! My wife is talking

of something quite different.

Oh, I see.

His Lordship wishes to split hairs.

Quit gabbin'. Help me move him.

Oh, I'm sorry, Albie.

Hold on.

Dor - Doris!

Right here.

- You got a garage?

- What?

- Have you got a garage?

- No. My car sleeps outside.

I'd like to stash my car in a garage.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid you'll have to do

exactly the same as I do.

Ah. That's better.

But don't move me anymore.

- He should be put to bed.

- Don't move me anymore!

It's better lying on something hard.

- Get me a pillow.

- Oh.

- We must call a doctor.

- An ambulance you mean.

An ambulance?

You want an ambulance, Albie?

No.

You see? He don't want no ambulance.

Get me a blanket.

Not you.

I'm - I'm really very cold.

Fetch him his mink.

Get cracking.

That's right. Go ahead, get on with it.

- You're nuts! You're both nuts!

- That last piece and that piece.

That's it.

You brute! You bloody brute!

He was beautiful.

He could eat razor blades. No kiddin'.

Once, I seen him

take a nail as big as this...

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