: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.
:13:01
There, you see?
Durham did remember your birthday.
:13:07
- Shall we have that drink?
- Mm. Two large chiskeys, Simcox.
:13:11
Very good, sir.
:13:25
I think I may have to go
to town with you tomorrow.
:13:29
Hall, old fellow, what a pity.
You might have had more shooting.
:13:32
- Nothing wrong, is there?
- No. Have business.
:13:36
Happy birthday, sir.
:13:46
- Hello. Did you have a good day shooting?
- Frightful.
:13:50
It's awfully rude of Clive to have been here
so little, but he's working so hard.
:13:55
And I do think it'll be a good idea
for the poor if he does get in, don't you?
:13:59
He's their best friend,
if only they knew it.