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he's trained and sexually frustrated.

and discovered something underneath.

Score one for Mortdecai,

I recounted the sordid tale as best I could.

You have a Turner of the Loire,

Basically, they involved debt.

which I had now asked him to package

Well, of course, Alastair.

Once in a while I provide him

I have things firmly in hand.

Anonymously, of course.

Oh, I happen to be terribly fond of it,

I feel as though we've made a wrong turn

Give me the keys. Keys to the Rolls.

I'm frightened. Do you think that Johanna is

Fishing tomorrow, you know. Hate it. Sit.

Just bear in mind, I'm standing on a loo,

Someone shooting at the bloody car!

I'm entering it in the Autumn Masters Auction.

Have you heard the expression, Open your balls?

And I will have you two know that

Lady Mortdecai, the Duke is expecting you.

Love, your Bunny! Oh! The note in the studio.

so you take that.

It was lovely to see you, Alastair.

- Bid. - Oh! What?

down the frog and toad road.

Johanna. Love of my life.

It was a damned good try, old bean.

The work of art with which

Uh, less commission, carrying,

Why don't you test the vase instead?

a proper send-off.

Even my horsey picture was on the block.

now that you've mentioned it,

sometimes I say to myself, Charlie, where could it be?

Bronwen Fellworthy, Oxford art restorer.

Lot Five. Smiling Woman in a Chair.

you want to tariff ikea furniture? it is a matter of national security

Because I have a question for you, old bean.

there's something missing, you see.

I want that painting.

Fair warning at 900,000 pounds

Perhaps a brisk walk down the stairs

in an unpronounceable chateau by the jerrys.

interspersed curiously with erotic dreams.

up to London in the morning?

Oh, this is interesting.

Twenty-five and a half! 26 and a quarter!

It's a privilege, sir!

A beast... A beast...

It was a catalogue

If indeed Johanna and I still had a home to go to.

Yeah. Fingers crossed, chaps, you find it first.

Sir, you're staring at your liquor.

Your Emil Strago just killed my garage man

You should see the other fellow.

I had the painting in my hand.

Perhaps we can work something out.

after an arduous crossing,

Going on to Lot Seven. Colonel Blucher

and retrieving a certain something in the process.

There's only one reason

No wonder your country's in financial ruin.

No, no. No, no, no, no, no.

Of course, Johanna.

Strange country.

Jock? Come here.

Last chance. And we are...

leaving out the back. On foot.

Stay away from Krampf's daughter.

and prosecute at random.

- Sir? Sir? - Mmm? What, Jock?

Horrible composition.

Find out if he's got that painting.

Oh, golly. Look at the time. I really must be going.

You've sensed it, Alastair.

from which I may not well return.

Uh, she was said to be his greatest masterpiece.

She's only human, sir.

Invisible ink, no?

Well, the water bailiff won't bother him now.

Despite his man purse, Strago is very dangerous.

I have a fucking manservant.

Terribly sorry.

you might be interested in a museum-owned Goya,

There you are. 2,642 pounds.

Lover? Bronwen?

It is I, Charlie. Your husband.

to the tune of eight million quid, old boy.

eight million in back taxes.

that this was not the first time I had shot Jock.

Oh, diabolical.