— Open in the name of the king!
— Open it. Yes, gentlemen?
— A turner come down this way. We're searching all houses.
— Whoa. Slow down, new boy, before you trip up.
— What did you say? I'm gonna take your hands for that.
— Sergeant! What did I tell you about this establishment?
— He touched me, sir.
— Well, you should count yourself lucky. Most people have to pay for that. Now take your terriers and get out!