Look at that, Mrs Hudson. Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. Isn't it hateful?
— I will burn the heart out of you.
— I have been reliably informed that I don't have one.
— No, no, no! Course he's not the boy's father. Look at turn-ups on his jeans!
— I knew it was dangerous. Getting you into crap telly.
Dangerous to jump to conclusions.
— It' primary school stuff. How can you not know that?
— Well, if I ever did, I've deleted it.
— Deleted it?
— Listen. [pointing to the head] This is my hard drive, and it only makes sense to put things in there that are useful. Really useful. Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish. That makes it hard to get at the stuff that matters.
— Is that the British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?
— Both.
— You've come the closest. Now you're in my way.
— Thank you.
— Didn't mean it as a compliment.
— Yes, you did.
— Yeah, OK, I did.
Well, John. Really well. I mean, you missed almost everything of importance, but, you know...
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