:02:01
None? So you wouldn't have moved
the golf clubs?
:02:04
- Or sold the golf clubs?
- I haven't.
:02:06
- Or pawned them for cash?
- I've pawned nothing!
:02:09
- That would be just like you.
- Leave me alone!
:02:11
I've no idea where they are
or where they went.
:02:14
- Dorothy, I need my golf clubs!
- You can't play golf!
:02:17
If you've moved them, tell me.
I left them in the living room.
:02:20
You're saying you're going to Amsterdam
to play golf?
:02:22
I don't even think Amsterdam has golf.
:02:25
What do you know about Amsterdam?
:02:27
What, in God's name,
do you know about golf?
:02:29
Listen, you!
:02:30
I know I left a bag of clubs
in the living room...
:02:33
...and they weren't there
when I went to get them.
:02:36
If you left a bag of clubs in the flat,
then they're in the flat.
:02:39
- You're lying!
- Shit!
:02:49
Stop!
:02:51
Here, that's enough of that!
:02:56
I'm going to tear that flat apart...
:02:58
...and see if my golf clubs aren't there.
:03:01
I swear to God
I'm going to drink your blood.
:03:18
I'm sorry. Must be the golf.
:03:20
It's driven him mad.
:03:22
I'm awful sorry about that.
:03:24
Sorry.
:03:34
Pluto, my boy.
:03:36
Come and see your daddy.