Peter Rabbit Page #3

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-Excuse me?

-The associate general manager.

The post I've been working

towards for the last 10 years.

You're in shock, I understand.

In times of grief...

No, there's no grief.

ljust want to know.

Did I get the promotion or not?

-No. It went to Bannerman.

-Bannerman?

But he is an imbecile.

I mean, he's not even that.

To be rightfully called an imbecile,

would be aspirational

for Nigel Bannerman.

But he also happens to be

the managing director's nephew.

So you're promoting a

agrantly unqualified half-wit

to a position of immense importance

based purely on nepotism.

This is Great Britain.

It's practically written in our charter.

You think I want

our best man passed over?

Well, then, don't pass me over.

This is not the time to be

thinking about work, Thomas.

Take some time.

Take as much time as you like.

No, I don't want time! I'm sorry.

I don't want... I'm sorry.

I want the promotion, is the thing,

and I deserve the promotion.

Give me the promotion, June,

I won't tell anyone.

Please.

Give me the promotion.

Sorry.

-l'm sorry, sir.

-lt's all right.

-Sorry, sir.

-Maybe next time.

What up, McG...

Bannerman.

Congratulations.

I didn't even want it.

lwas in Ibiza last night.

Heavy lies the crown, yeah?

I'm taking a break.

I'll be in my big ofce.

Come here!

I gave my life to you!

I gave you everything!

Why did you treat me...

I'm sorry.

This might actually be

a blessing in disguise.

Get some perspective. Get a hobby.

Get some dirt underneath

your fingernails.

You sound like every employer,

teacher, family member,

friend, and vague acquaintance

I've ever had.

I'm going to take your name tag

now, Thomas.

No, not...

Welcome to Harrods.

Might I suggest some time

in the country?

It's calming.

Serene!

Yeah!

One hundred and eighty!

Joust! Joust! Joust! Joust!

Yeah!

Streaker!

Oh, yeah, now it's a party.

-Hors d'oeuvres?

- | 'll just take one.

No, it's hitch kick, then boogaloo.

When am I going to get to choreograph?

When you're the oldest.

I can't wait that long.

Hey, let's go get Mum and Dad.

Where do you want it, Peter?

Anywhere's ne.

I mean, maybe a...

Maybe a little higher?

A lit... No, too much. A little lower.

To the left. No, to the right.

More. Too far. Lower.

To the right. Up.

Lower. Down.

Right. Right.

Lower. Lower. Lower.

Up. Middle. Left.

Right. Lower. Up.

Your right. My left.

Your down. My up.

Left. Right.

Perfect.

He's gone now, guys.

I'm never letting anyone

take it from us again.

Thomas McGregor?

Sign here, please.

From Windermere? Fancy place, that.

I don't know anyone from Windermere.

Well, it's from Unclaimed Property.

Usually means

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