:47:03
Come on.
Press the button.
:47:05
Listen. Why don't we go downstairs?
:47:07
I'll show you around the pool.
We'll come back up, and we drink this, yeah?
:47:10
- No, thank you.
- You got a problem or something?
:47:13
- What the fuckin' hell is the matter with you?
- Bye!
:47:16
You got a problem?
You got a fucking problem?
:47:18
Slags!
:47:31
I just don't believe that.
:47:34
What an idiot!
:47:36
He was coked out of his head,
though, wasn't he?
:47:39
- Was he?
- Yeah, of course he was.
:47:42
- How can you tell?
- Oh, bloody hell!
:47:44
You Wakefield girls!
You're half asleep, ain't ya?
:47:47
I'm so naive.
:47:49
When are you moving back to London?
:47:51
Oh, well, I don't know.
:47:54
Oh, dear.
:47:56
Now, ahem, this next flat
we're gonna look at...
:47:59
we're actually meeting
the estate agent, Lance.
:48:02
No, he sounds like a gentleman.
I've spoken to him on the phone.
:48:05
Oh. Sir Lancelot.
:48:08
Gonna be a bit late, actually.
:48:22
- Oh, it's quite nice, isn't it?
- Yeah.
:48:24
I love these old London houses
with the steps.
:48:27
Oh, no. Another camera.
:48:30
You can be Claudine this time, though.
:48:33
Oh, Lance is in a hurry.
:48:37
Oh, nice hall.
:48:40
Hello. Miss Mills?
:48:42
- Ms. Mills, actually.
- I do beg your pardon, Ms. Mills.
:48:46
- Are you Lance, by any chance?
- No, I'm not Lance.
:48:49
- Oh.
- Lance is ill. I'm covering for him.
:48:52
- Adrian Spinks.
- Thank you very much.
:48:53
- After you.
- Thanks.
:48:56
- So what's wrong with Lance, then?
- Lance?
:48:59
- He went out for a vindaloo last night.
- Oh, spare us the details.