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- Hallo.
- Hi, Dexter, it's Matthew Barnes, the American from yestersday.
- Which American is that, mate?
- The one who had dollars and no pounds. I'm sure you remember. The "flat rate" guy.
- Of course I remember you, Mr Flat Rate deal. (I am not sure about this bit but I think this is what he says.)
- I'm fine. I'm fine. Listen, we're (at the?) phone box just below Oxford Street. We need you to pick us up (and come?) take us to 121, High Street.
- What's that?
- (cabby) 121 High Street? (actually sounds like 'igh street, what with his accent and all.)
- Gissing's address. I made him give it to me back when we were in Chicago, when we get here there was a problem.
- What about your 1 o'clock presentation?
- I'm gonna find Gissing first. Find out what he's up to, go on the offensive here.
- Hello, 121 High Street? You got a postal code.
- I don't have a postal code. I just know "121, High Street".
- Well, look, I'm not far away. I can come and pick you up. But it's gotta be 30 or 40, 121 High Streets in London. I mean, without a postal code it's needle in the haystack time.
- You know what Dexter? You have the Knowledge, I have the determination – that's all we need. Just come get us.
- Alright, see you in a bit.
- What did he say?
- What did he say? He said your brother was a loser and a stoner.