00:00 [MUSIC PLAYING]
00:03 One of them, please.
00:08 I can take your complaint, sir.
00:10 One of them.
00:11 Smart as ever, Mr. Swan.
00:16 Some values might survive the trenches, constable.
00:19 Another letter.
00:20 It's wicked abuse, this.
00:23 Edith's not sleeping.
00:24 She's grizzling all the night, bless her, in and out of bed.
00:28 Now, I know my law.
00:29 This is a prison offense.
00:31 So you better do something about it, sharp like,
00:34 before there's a hurly-burly.
00:36 This is all of them.
00:50 Right.
00:51 [MUSIC PLAYING]
00:54 Dear Edith, you foxy-ass old whore.
01:05 Holy heavens.
01:06 No.
01:07 Carry on.
01:09 Don't worry about me, constable.
01:10 I rise above it.
01:13 You really are a tricksy old fucker.
01:16 You belong in hell, probably.
01:19 And you're a sad, stinky bitch, as well.
01:22 In the end, I think it's just jealousy.
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