:22:01
- Good morning, guv'nor.
- Morning, Barker.
:22:07
Thank you.
:22:09
- Shocking.
- Most alarming.
:22:12
A mediocre evening.
:22:14
- Three fainters.
- In the audience?
:22:16
I fear so. All women.
:22:18
- Any absentees?
- Four chorus members.
:22:21
- With doctors' notes?
- Yes.
:22:25
And... how are the returns?
:22:29
- Oh, good grief!
- It's an improvement on Monday.
:22:37
Seven dead horses
in the Strand this morning...
:22:39
Well, one down by Trafalgar Square.
:22:41
How can you sit there
in your hat and coat, Barker?
:22:44
I'm too hot to remove them, Mr Carte.
:22:47
- This is developing into a crisis.
- Indeed it is.
:22:50
- A man has a family to support.
- I fear we shall all have to "pray" for rain.
:22:54
If it's any consolation,
every theatre in town is afflicted.
:22:57
Even the Gaiety, graced as it is with...
:22:59
...Madame Bernhardt's
execrable Lady Macbeth. 38 per cent.
:23:03
- Who told you that, Barker?
- Hollingshead.
:23:06
I played a game of cricket
with him this morning at Coram's Fields.
:23:09
- In this heat?
- Er, yes, madam, but not in this attire.
:23:13
Good.
:23:14
- Mr Hollingshead told you a fib, Barker.
- Indeed?
:23:17
He's only playing to 29 per cent.
:23:20
Mr Hollingshead has no need
to lie to "me", Mr Carte.
:23:23
Mr Hollingshead has much need
to lie to everybody, Mr Barker.
:23:27
- Especially you.
- Gentlemen...!
:23:37
Are you there?
:23:40
Yes.
:23:42
8505.
:23:54
Hello!
:23:55
- Is that you, Mr Gilbert?
- Hello!
:23:58
- Hello?
- Good morning, Barker.