17..For God's Sake clear your muddled head of yours and let's go. Come with me in he car and you've still got your gun.
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19...Let me out of here!!!!!!
20..Hello. Yes, speaking. Sorry I can't let you have the props in time for rehearsal, I've has a spot of bother - quite amusing. I think I'll put it in my next play. Listen, can you tell our friend the Sergeant to come up here at once? You'll probably find him in the Public bar.
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