:11:38
Mine!
:11:46
Sir.
:11:53
Bull's-eye. One less bunny wunny
for Durham to lose sleep over.
:11:57
What? Oh, buck up, man.
Corpore sano.
:12:02
Look out! Mine!
:12:05
Damn!
:12:09
Will you gentlemen wish to continue shooting?
The mist's coming down.
:12:13
I suppose he thinks it's our fault.
:12:15
Very well, Scudder.
We may as well pack it in.
:12:18
You'll bring the game book
up to the house.
:12:22
Oh, cheer up, old man.
What has got into you?
:12:28
Would you believe...
it's my birthday?
:12:32
Good Lord, is it really?
:12:34
I say, old man, many happy returns.
Durham never mentioned it at all.
:12:39
Durham's far too busy canvassing.
Come on.
:12:44
- Let's toast it in chiskey.
- That's more like it.
:12:57
- Telegram arrived for you at midday, sir.
- Oh, thank you, Simcox.