:52:00
Canis mortuus est
:52:05
Hello, honey.
:52:07
What happened?
:52:09
N-n-nothing.
:52:11
What's that?
:52:12
Er...
:52:13
Not Granny?
:52:14
Not yet.
:52:15
Oh. Who is it for, then?
:52:17
A f-f-f...
:52:19
A fish? Frenchman?
:52:21
- A phone operator?
- Friend.
:52:23
Oh, a four-legged one?
:52:25
Where's my sister?
:52:26
She's in the b-b-b...
:52:27
Thank you.
:52:29
Lavatory.
:52:30
Wanda!
:52:33
Anything?
:52:34
What? No?
:52:36
Why are you here?
:52:38
I'm here because I'm bored!
:52:40
Bored, wandering around
this awful city, shoving George's pic...
:52:45
Talking to a Lot of snotty, stuck-up,
intellectually inferior British faggots.
:52:51
They get rigor mortis
in the prime of life in this country!
:52:54
Standing there with their hair clenched
:52:59
counting the seconds till the weekend,
:53:02
so they can dress up like ballerinas
:53:05
at the flat at four
:53:07
2B, Saint...
:53:09
To be honest, I er... hate them.
:53:13
I mean, pretending
they're so fucking lawyer...
:53:17
So fucking superior
with those phoney accents.
:53:21
Not you, Ken.
You've got a beautiful voice
:53:24
when it works.
:53:26
Sonofabitch!
:53:33
So er...
Want to have some lunch?
:53:36
Have you heard from him?
:53:37
- Who?
- Archie.
:53:39
No, I have to finish my hair!
:53:42
Nothing?
:53:43
OK, I'm out of here!
:53:44
No plans to see him?
:53:46
No.
:53:47
OK, bye, bro!
:53:49
Bye, Wanda!
:53:53
Oh, sorry.
:53:57
- What?!
- It wasn't theirs to sell.