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] Milo Tindle
: Andrew... remember... be sure and tell them... it was only a bloody game.
: For Christ sake Milo, they couldn't have made more noise on D-Day. Milo Tindle
: The bloody glass came out, my bloody boot got stuck and I fell down the bloody ladder. Andrew Wyke
: Well the bloody police must have heard it all the way to bloody Salisbury. Milo Tindle
: I'm sorry.
: There it is! The original blunt instrument; the poker. Right! Andrew Wyke
: Now steady... Milo Tindle
: Where do you want it? Andrew Wyke
: Don't get carried away. It's not a murder weapon you're talking about you know! Milo Tindle
: No? Andrew Wyke
: No. We're discussing an object from which I receive in the classic formula a glancing blow which will raise a lump without actually cracking the cranium. Milo Tindle
: Why don't I just keep tapping you lightly on the head with the poker until a lump comes up?
: Alright, I'll do it. Where do you want me to break in? Andrew Wyke
: Not so fast. You've got to get disguised first. Milo Tindle
: What for? Andrew Wyke
: Suppose somebody saw you coming. Milo Tindle
: Here? In the middle of nowhere? I could hardly find this place with a bloody map! Andrew Wyke
: You never know. A dallying couple, a passing sheep-rapist.
: Whether I love her or not, I found her. I've kept her. She represents me. Once, she was in love with me. Milo Tindle
: And now she's in love with me. And you can't forgive that.
: We are from different worlds, you and me, Andrew. In mine, there was no time for bright fancies and happy inventions, no stopping for tea. The only game we played was to survive, or go to the wall. If you didn't win, you just didn't finish. Loser, lose all. You probably don't understand that.
: [picking out a possible disguise for the phony robbery
] One black facemask, one black flat cap, a striped jersey and a bag marked "Swag". Milo Tindle
: Why not a neon sign with "Burglar" on it?
: It's a good thing, I am pretty much of an Olympic sexual athlete. Milo Tindle
: Yes, I suppose these days you are concentrating more on the sprints than on the long distance stuff. Andrew Wyke
: Not so dear boy! I am in the peak of condition. I could copulate for England at any distance. Milo Tindle
: Well, as they say in the Olympics, it's not the winning, it's the taking part that counts.
: You're not giving me any kind of a chance, you sadistic bloody Wop! Milo Tindle
: I hope I didn't hear that correctly...
: You said everything was in plain view! Milo Tindle
: Well aren't I the shifty old sly boots, then.
: Why don't you ask yourself how your man Merridick would go about the search? Andrew Wyke
: Merridew! St. John Lord Merridew!
: It looks like you've had it. They're coming up the drive. Andrew Wyke
: Keep them out! Milo Tindle
: Keep the police out? It's just not done, old boy. But still, I'll try.
: You're mad! You're a bloody madman! Andrew Wyke
: You are a young man dressed as a clown about to be murdered.
: Finally, at your moment of dying, you are yourself - a sniveling, dago clown. Farewell, Punchinello! Milo Tindle
: Please! Andrew Wyke
: [fires the gun
[on Milo being an actor
] Andrew Wyke
: Why have I never heard of you? Milo Tindle
: You will before long. Andrew Wyke
: Really? Milo Tindle
: In spades. Andrew Wyke
: That sounds threatening. Milo Tindle
: Does it? Andrew Wyke
: Doesn't it?
: I understand you're fucking my wife. Milo Tindle
: That's right. Andrew Wyke
: Right... Yes, right. So, we've cleared that up. Milo Tindle
: We have. Andrew Wyke
: I thought you might have denied it. Milo Tindle
: Why would I deny it? Andrew Wyke
: Well, she is my wife. Milo Tindle
: Yes, but she's fucking me. Andrew Wyke
: Oh, she's fucking you too, huh? Well, I'll be buggered. Ha ha. Sorry. Milo Tindle
: Yes, it's mutual. Andrew Wyke
: You take turns? Milo Tindle
: We fuck each other. That's what people do. Andrew Wyke
: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I follow.
: Maggie never told me you were... such a manipulator. She told me you were no good in bed, but she never told me you were such a manipulator. Andrew Wyke
: She told you I was no good in bed? Milo Tindle
: Oh, yes. Andrew Wyke
: She was joking. I'm wonderful in bed. Milo Tindle
: I must tell her.
: I'm so glad you like my mind. Not many people like my mind. Quite a few people like my body... but i can't think of anyone who likes my mind.
: What's it all about?
: You speak Dutch yourself, do you? Andrew Wyke
: Yes, how did you know? I have a Dutch uncle. Milo Tindle
: Can't see any Italian translations. Andrew Wyke
: [Implying a double entendre
] No, they're a funny lot, the Italians. Culture isn't really their thing. Milo Tindle
: Their salami's good though. Andrew Wyke
: Oh, is it? Milo Tindle
: Italian salami? Best in the world. Andrew Wyke
: Did you bring any with you? Milo Tindle
: No, I left it at home. Andrew Wyke
: Oh, shame. Milo Tindle
: We're gonna have if for supper tonight, with a couple of bottles of Valpolicella.
] Andrew Wyke
: Yes? Milo Tindle
: Andrew Wyke? Andrew Wyke
: That's right. Milo Tindle
: I'm Milo Tindle.
: What sort of parts do you play? Milo Tindle
: Killers, mostly. Sex maniacs, perverts.
: Why should I give her a divorce if you're both walking away with 88 pounds? Milo Tindle
: She wants a legal settlement. She wants part of your estate. Milo Tindle
: Never trust in legal justice. You know what legal justice is? It's farting "Annie Laurie" through a keyhole.
: Where's the ladder? Andrew Wyke
: What ladder? Milo Tindle
: The ladder! Where's it gone? Andrew Wyke
: It's not working. There was always a dodgy fuse on this. I'll phone the electrician in the morning. Milo Tindle
: In the morning? What about now? Andrew Wyke
: No, no, he'll be in bed. You know these country people, early to bed, early to rise. He's a nice chap, though. He's called Norman. Charming wife, Debbie. Three delightful kids. Oh, I just remembered. He's on vacation, he's taken the kids to Bermuda. Milo Tindle
: What? So I'm stuck up here for the rest of my life? Andrew Wyke
: Have patience. Stoicism is what's called for. Works wonders.
: If you think you're broke now, you'll be ten times broker by the time she's finished with you. She'll have your guts for garters.