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but it's a bit personal.

- What do you mean?

It's not the kind of stuff you'd

play to your dinner party guests

to fill in gaps of conversation.

- What sort of music's that?

- Simply Red, Fleetwood Mac,

that kind of sh*t.

- He's got taste?

- Each to his own,

- but he's a sad f***er

with no social life.

-[ CDs Clattering ]

- Ooh, nice machine.

- Maybe he's a writer.

Nah. If he's a writer,

he'd have a word processor.

This guy wants to be a writer.

Those are two totally separate things.

- You checked this out?

- Uh-huh.

- You watched him go to work,

saw his routine?

- Yeah.

- What's his job?

- He works in a bank.

This guy's unemployed.

- No, he's not.

- Look at the desk. He's unemployed.

People who have jobs don't have

this kind of sh*t in their homes.

He's either unemployed

or he's a student.

Which means he could

be back any f***ing second.

What the f*** is that?

You should recognize it, dole boy.

His f***ing U.B. 40, you ass. You didn't

check this out. We're going now.

- We're not gonna take anything?

- No, we're not gonna take anything.

I don't feel like scrounging off some

poor dole head. F*** it. No offense.

None taken.

-[ Key Clinks ]

- Let's go to someplace I've checked.

[ Doorbell Buzzing ]

Hi. Make yourself at home.

I'll be done in just a minute.

[ Footsteps ]

- Nice place.

- Thanks.

Feel a bit funny about it, since

someone's been going through my stuff.

- Sort of creepy.

- What'd they take?

Books, my camera, CDs.

[ Chuckles ]

They even took a bag from my

cupboard to take it away in.

Apparently that's standard.

It must be terrible,

losing all that stuff.

Insurance'll cover most of it.

It's personal stuff that's worse.

- "Personal stuff?" Like what?

- They, um, rifled through my underwear.

Sh*t. Why would

they do that?

Come on. You know the kind of kinky,

voyeuristic sh*t men get into.

[ Chuckles ] I'm sorry.

I'm not into any of that.

One other thing they did was

they took one of my earrings.

They didn't take the pair. They took one

just to really f*** me off.

You probably misplaced

the other one.

I know.

I had them on my dresser,

and I came back

and there was just one.

- So you just wear one now.

- It gives me something to talk about.

I'll, uh-- I'll go

and get some clothes on.

[ Door Closes ]

[ One Note ]

[ Cobb ]

Bill?

- Saucy, eh?

- [ Chuckles ]

Haven't found a bag yet?

- This is her flat.

- Yeah, she's a fox.

- She's got pictures

of herself everywhere.

- Yeah, she looks good.

Look at this stuff.

Mmm. Mmm, you should take

some of this stuff.

- No way.

- Suit yourself.

I'm gonna take something.

Look at her.

She's a babe.

Bingo.

[ Piano:
Discordant Notes ]

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