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: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.
:14:06
I've also got a little business
more in your usual line.

:14:09
Gene'll fill you in.
:14:11
Everything was to your satisfaction?
:14:14
- Fucking excellent, Angelo.
- Thank you.

:14:20
"Details, details.
Things to do, things to get done.

:14:24
"Don't bother me with details.
Just tell me when they're done."

:14:28
- Who said that, son?
- Winston Churchill?

:14:31
Close. No, I said it.
James Lionel Price. Good boy.

:14:41
I'll see you at the yard tomorrow.
Say, four.

:14:44
Tell you about that bit of business.
I've set up a meet for five with the Duke.

:14:56
- What's with him?
- He's just had one of these.


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