- Just wanted to check if we're still to dine this evening.
- This evening?
- Last Wednesday of each month we dine and the last Wednesday of each month I have to remind you.
- (sighs) Would you mind if we rearranged?
- Yes.
Fine.
We can rearrange again.
- Again?
- Yeah you did this last month.
- Ah, yes, I'm sorry.
I'm just having a particularly vexing day.
- My prime suspect in an armed robbery has done a runner so your day cannot be any worse than mine.
Not that it's a competition.
- Then why are you making it so?
- I apologize.
It's not your fault.
It's his, that damn journalist Sinclair has leaked confidential information hence my missing man.
- Can't you get him to remove the story for the later edition?
- Damage is already done.
200,000 souls will have read it by now, amongst them my prime suspect.
- 200,000!
- Sadly yes.
There seems to be an insatiable appetite for the gutter press.
Perhaps Mr.
Porter's right.
The country's going to hell in a handcart.
(pensive music)
