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:12:02
You know why people like you
can't leave this business?

:12:10
Because you make too much money
for people like me.

:12:14
Anyway, I'll get to the point.
I need a favour.

:12:18
I need someone who's a bit cute,
a smooth operator.

:12:21
Not a two-a-penny loud-mouth.
Too many grasses around.

:12:25
- It would be a pleasure, Mr Price.
- Jimmy. You can call me Jimmy.

:12:30
Now, this favour. It's not for me, truth
be told. It's for a good friend of mine.

:12:35
Like a blood-brother.
We were at school together.

:12:39
Now he's a right wheeler-dealer.
:12:41
Flinging up skyscrapers.
His wife's a proper blue blood.

:12:44
I'll give you a clue. Eddie Temple.
Does that name mean anything to you?

:12:51
- I know who you mean.
- Now, Eddie's got a daughter.

:12:53
Charlie, bless her.
:12:55
The light of his life.
He worships the ground she walks on.

:13:00
She's a proper beauty, Charlie.
:13:02
Or to give her her correct moniker,
Charlie Spencer-Temple.

:13:07
But she ain't behaving like a lady.
:13:09
She's hooked on the white powder
and loves a wrong 'un.

:13:12
This is where you come in, right?
You're gonna find her.

:13:17
- Find her?
- She's gone missing.

:13:20
Well, you should get a private detective.
:13:23
Oh, right. Some nosy ex-policeman,
still on the Scotland Yard payroll?

:13:29
She's done a runner from a drug
rehabilitation unit in the West Country.

:13:33
Rehab.
:13:35
She got loved up in there with some
fucking low-life crackhead called Kinky.

:13:40
I reckon they've gone back to London.
:13:42
I wouldn't know where to begin.
:13:44
Now and then we're asked
to do something beyond the call of duty.

:13:48
It's called sacrifice, son.
Ask Gene. Ask Morty.

:13:56
- I'll do my best.
- You do your best and find her.

:13:59
Keep Mr McGuire posted.

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