- Mr. Moses, isn't it?
- It's just Moses.
- Mr. Moses, isn't it?
- Who's asking?
- Moses, can you please stop breaking into my office?
- I like to keep you on your toes.
- Let's just say it's not that straightforward.
- Never is with you, lady.
(gun fires) - I knew you'd come.
- No, you did not.
You never cease to amaze me.
- Thank you, Moses.
- What makes you think it was a compliment?
- Come along.
- Your hour is up three hours ago.
I'm a man of many talents.
- You are a man with a talent for avoiding questions.
I take it you have contacts there.
(funky music) - I have contacts everywhere.
I don't care about the ethics.
It's boring.
I have a reputation to protect.
(upbeat funky music) Tomorrow, I help you.
Not tonight.
- Why?
- I'm busy.
- Doing what?
- That'd be my business.
I once knew a man who got into a knife fight over a rocking chair that belonged to his mother.
- A man?
You.
- No.
- And how long have you lived in this country?
- Hard to say it.
- What does that mean?
- You know when something is easy to say?
Well, it's the opposite of that.
I thought bringing a box of dynamite to Scotland Yard would not be a good idea.
Couldn't pick either of the padlocks.
(upbeat funky music) Feel free to go and try yourself.
- I'm sure you did your best.
- When do I get to see my contract?
- As soon as you've given me your full name, not just Moses.
- That's not gonna happen.
- Oh, come on.
Surely we're good enough friends now.
(knife rings) Mr.
Moses Valentine.
(upbeat funky music) - It's just Moses.
(upbeat funky music fades)
