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Good day, sir.
In his office there, miss.
Uh, Baines, is, uh - | is the ambassador's car at the door?
Oh, uh, Baines, flowers for her room.
You know the sort my | wife likes. After eight
She'll find everything | just as she left it, sir.
Any message for | your mother, Phillipe?
Tell her I've got | something to show her.
I hope so too, Your Excellency. | It's been a long time.
Au revoir, Papa.
Hello, Macgregor. Hello.
Come on. Come on. Hmm.
Good day, sir.
you mustn't think | you can run wild all over the house.
No, Mrs. Baines.
What's that you've got in your hand? | Show me. What is it?
Piece of chalk.
- Well? Have you? | - Just little marks.
Give me the chalk. | Come on. Give it to me.
Have you done what | I told you to do, Master Phillipe?
- Got rid of it. | - Yes.
Did you put it where I told you to? | Down the lavatory?
- Did you? Answer me. Did you? | - Yes.
What are you hiding in your pockets?
Bring your hand out. | Show me. Come along.
Master Phillipe. Give them to me.
You need a mother's care. | I've tried to do it for months.
Is that all you've got? Run along, | and try and not get into mischief.
- See you on Monday, Mr. Baines. | - Have a good weekend, Harry.
Get out of it.
Can't you see I'm busy?
Can't you pick on someone else?
- Get on with that. | - Look. Macgregor.
Looking well this morning, isn't he?
Hmm. Might find something.
Will you take me for a | walk this afternoon, Baines?
Well, I might, if you work hard enough. | I might. We'll see.
Quite a lot to be done.
Yes, but, you know, | I don't remember her very well.
Have a glass of pop, | Phile. Spot of drink...
...will do us good. Give us | an appetite for dinner.
- What have you got for chop? | - Chop?
You said that was | what food was called in Africa.
- Oh, yes, of course. Chop. | - Tell me more about Africa.
- Another time. | - Was is it hot there?
Not a nice heat, mind you, | like you get in the park on a day like this.
The white man's grave, they call it.
Wet. Smelling of rot.
- What does rot smell of? | - Eh?
Oh, the opposite to this.
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