:06:00
What are you laughin' at?
:06:04
Music.
:06:06
Music ringin'
in my bloody ears.
:06:10
Hello, me.
:06:40
Stupid, isn't it?
:06:43
Cooped up there in the dark
all day, like a friggin' bird
trapped in the rafters.
:06:47
Hey, steady on.
Billy's fond of his birds.
:06:49
Ah, well, I didn't think he looked
like the shirt-liftin' type somehow.
:06:53
No, feathered variety...
pigeons and that.
:06:55
What?
Oh, frig me, no!
:06:58
I can't be doin' with that.
:07:00
All that cooin' and flappin'
and shittin' all over shop.
They want shootin', them.
:07:04
The only good pigeons
are in pies.
:07:12
Right. If you could
just sign this, Mrs., er...
:07:15
Hoff. Mari Hoff.
Crappaty name, isn't it?
:07:18
Me late husband Frank left it me.
:07:21
You can imagine me feelin's
on signin' marriage register...
Mr. And Mrs. F. Hoff.
:07:28
See ya.
:07:30
Thanks very much,
Mr. Cable.
:07:32
See ya, then.
:07:42
What's it like then, eh?
To watch your master at work.
:07:44
Did you not see her?
Legs of jelly she had for me.
:07:48
Husband dead and
out the way and all, eh?
:07:53
Oh, bloody hell. Here's me imaginin'
all sorts of slap and tickle,
:07:57
and all you can dream about
is bloody Duane.