Plunkett & Macleane Page #3

Apart from yourself, that is.

The Lord Chief Justice Gibson.

It's my impression that

his opponents always let him win.

I wonder why.

Is he filthy rich or stinking rich?

F***ing rich.

Well, hello.

Do excuse me.

Winty, Dixie, how was your concert?

- F***ing magic!

- Hang on...

- You are not a gentleman.

- I'm sorry?

No gentleman would stare

at a lady like that in public.

I do beg your pardon.

Captain James Macleane at your service.

Oh.

So you are a gentleman.

- Yes.

- What a shame.

- Jamie...

- Who was that?

Lady Rebecca Gibson.

Very choice.

Very choosy.

Ooh, I'd like to introduce you

to some of my chums. Come on.

- All right.

- Geezer.

- Nicely.

- Aren't they dear?

So who's the big prize?

Tonight's big winner, for your information,

is the Lord Chief Justice.

He'll be in the park

within the hour. West gate.

Good luck.

No, we do this bit together.

Let's go.

God Almighty, Rebecca.

Lord Sibley's rich, well-proportioned.

He sends me to sleep.

Well, I dare say he'd keep you awake

if you'd give him half the chance.

That's very funny,

but he makes my flesh crawl.

My dear, do you think the human race

would continue to reproduce itself...

...if it worried about such silly things, hm?

Stand and deliver!

Oh.

Move!

Move it, fat boy. Out!

- Out!

- This is preposterous.

You, out!

- Do you know who I am?

- Yeah. Fill it.

- I'll see you hanged.

- Oh, yeah?

Get back. Watch his face,

you vicious b*tch.

Deal with her!

That's really no way to talk to a lady.

Please accept my most humble apologies...

...for this terrible and unnecessarily

violent inconvenience.

Would you kindly remove your valuables?

The, er...

- Take it.

- We don't need it.

- I'll take it.

- All right!

Take it! Hurry up!

I'm sorry. Agh!

I'm never bloody doing that again.

- I was blinded by you.

- Oh, shut up.

What...? Wait!

"Late last night the Lord Chief Justice's

coach was held up in Hyde Park. "

"Lord Gibson and his ward and niece,

Lady Rebecca, were robbed of monies...

"One of the two highwaymen

acted with such curious civility...

...as to raise suspicion

he might be a gentleman. "

Might be, could be,

but definitely is a tosser.

Surely, Mr Speaker, when the Lord Chief

Justice himself is the victim of robbery...

...the time has come for legislation.

The present system is no system at all.

We need a Police Act now.

I'm obliged to the Honourable gentleman

for raising this important matter...

...but, as usual, he evades the issue.

I assume, Mr Speaker,

that the Lord Chief Justice...

...is referring, in his customary

cheeseparing manner...

Cheeseparing!

Sir, hang the expense!

The issue is freedom.

With a government-controlled police force,

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