04x01 - Hello Young Lovers

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[theme music]

[SINGING] Younger than springtime, am I?

Gayer than laughter, am I?

[overlapping singing]

Mr. Rigsby.

Hey.

Well, you do sound happy, Ms. Jones.

I am happy, Mr. Rigsby.

The grass is greener.

The flowers are brighter.

There's a scent of blossom.

And do you know why, Mr. Rigsby?

Horse manure, Ms. Jones.

I beg your pardon?

The load of horse manure we put down last year.

It has nothing to do with horse manure, Mr. Rigsby.

It's love.

Love, Ms. Jones?

Yes, Mr. Rigsby, love.

Two hearts beating as one.

Two souls entwined.

Love has come to this grim place,

lighting up its dark corners, breaking its brooding

silence with happy laughter.

[SINGING] Love is a many splendored thing

So that's it.

Who is it this time, Ms. Jones?

What do you mean Mr. Rigsby?

No wonder why you were getting out your chocolate digestives.

Who is it this time, eh?

Who is it this time who's been led on by your cold beauty

until he thinks happiness is within his grasp,

only to find himself discarded like an old sock?

An old sock?

Until all that's left him is a quiet moment

alone with his safety razor.

[stammering] No need for all this.

No need? No need?

How many hearts are you gonna break, Ms. Jones?

I haven't broken any hearts.

MR. RIGSBY: Oh, yes, you have.

You break hearts like-- like-- like--

like this, and this, and this, and this, and this.

Do you realize what you leave behind, Ms. Jones?

It looks like half a pound of broken biscuits, Mr. Rigsby.

You take a man's finest feelings and you

leave them crushed and mangled like--

like-- like this and this--

Not the flowers!

No, Mr. Rigsby!

I wasn't referring to myself.

I'm not in love, alas.

I was taking this tray to the young couple across the landing.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Ms. Jones.

Please, I didn't real-- the young couple on--

I didn't-- - Get!

I'm terribly sorry.

Really, you must excuse--

must excuse my outburst, Ms. Jones.

Oh, Mr. Rigsby, you should see the way they look at each other.

They can't bear to be apart for a moment.

You know she wept when he went out to fetch the newspapers.

Newlyweds.

I saw him carry her over the threshold.

Isn't that romantic?

Yes, yes.

Mind you, it's early days, Ms. Jones If she weeps when he goes

for a newspaper, what's she gonna do

when he wants a game of darts?

Probably have hysterics.

Oh, I should have known you'd take that attitude, Mr. Rigsby.

You've always been cynical about marriage,

just because you had a bad experience.

What do you mean a bad experience, Ms. Jones?

I mean, when your wife left you, Mr. Rigsby.

Oh, that wasn't the bad experience.

That was the good bit.

There must have been good times

when you were first married.

Didn't you carry her over the threshold?

I-- well, I certainly tried.

Oh, yes, yes.

Unfortunately, I banged her head on the door post.

Oh, she was a big lump. Oh.

Oh.

Big lump?

Is that all you could say about her on her wedding day?

She must have been beautiful.

All brides are beautiful.

Well, she was a fine sight, no question about it.

Yes, all dressed in white silk.

Yes, a veil trailing behind her, all wispy and gossamer.

Yes,.

Yes, she seemed to-- seemed to float on the air.

Yes.

Till I tried to get my arms round her,

it was like trying to grab hold of a detached barrage balloon.

The way you talk about her, Mr. Rigsby,

I'm surprised you ever got married.

MR. RIGSBY: Yes, me too.

Well, why did you get married?

Oh, a tactical blunder of the First Order, Ms. Jones.

Yes, I did it for security.

Oh, you mean, her father had money?

No, no, a shotgun.

Yeah.

He said I'd been tampering with her.

Tampering?

I'd have sooner tampered with the rugby league forward.

Well, I haven't become quite as cynical as you, Mr. Rigsby.

I still believe in true love.

A young couple setting out on the path of matrimony,

so young and vulnerable.

It brings a lump to my throat.

I'm terribly sorry, Ms. Jones.

I didn't mean to bring a lump to your-- to your-- to your throat.

I'm-- and I mean-- - That's all right.

--honest. Oh, no, no, no.

Just because I had an unhappy experience, Ms. Jones,

there's no reason for me to feel bitter, is there?

No.

Perhaps if I had found my Ms. Right, someone with charm, and--

and breeding, someone not a million miles away, Ms. Jones--

Oh, Mr. Rigsby.

--perhaps things might have been different for me.

Who knows?

I'm so sorry I brought it all back.

It's all right, Ms. Jones.

I suppose the wounds never heal properly, do they?

Mine did eventually, Ms. Jones.

I had stitches.

Oh, come on, let's cheer up.

Let's.

Come on, let's celebrate properly.

And forget the tea.

Get out the cut glass, Ms. Jones.

I have just remembered where I can lay my hands

on a bottle of champagne.

Oh, that would be lovely, Mr. Rigsby.

After all, they're probably feeling a little bit nervous.

Yes, it's the strain of the wedding ceremony,

the crude jokes at the reception.

The aching desire to be alone together.

Yes.

And then the anticlimax.

You think there'll be an anticlimax?

Oh, yes, there's bound to be which.

Oh, yes, there's always a few shocks on the wedding night.

Yes, yes, it could be anything.

Yes.

The unexpected sight of a set of false lashes

in a glass by the bed, a sudden removal of a cork leg,

and a [vocalization].

So a few romantic touches will be in order, yes?

Cut some more flowers, Ms. Jones.

I'll get the bubbly.

[laughs]

Got it.

[laughs]

Yes, what do you want?

Oh, hello, Phil.

Sorry, I didn't know you--

I didn't want to disturb you.

Now, what if you just slipped me this bottle of champagne, love?

No.

Oh, come on, it's been up here ages.

It's only gathering dust.

I'm saving it.

Saving, what for?

A special occasion.

What special occasion?

First Black couple to win gum dancing?

That's my business.

Come on, Phil. Come on.

Come on.

I mean, this-- this is-- this is a special occasion, Phil.

We got something to celebrate.

Don't tell me they've restored the death penalty?

No, it's the-- it's the-- it's the-- oh, very funny.

It's the young-- the young couple downstairs,

you know the newlyweds.

Yes, Ms. Jones and I thought we'd

give him a night to remember.

I'd have thought they'd have a night to remember

without Ms. Jones and you.

What are you going to do, conjuring tricks?

Oh, don't be funny. No, no.

But we'll try to be friendly towards them.

Look, Rigsby, it's their wedding night.

They don't want you bursting in with champagne.

Oh, don't you be too sure, mate.

They may be glad of company.

It's the first night, bound to be tension.

How do know it's their first night?

Well, they've only just got married.

I mean, what do you mean?

Oh, what do you mean?

What do you-- wash your mouth out with soap and water.

Of course, you can tell that--

oh.

[chuckles]

You've only got to look at them, a couple of young innocents.

As a matter of fact, if I get an opportunity,

I might take him on one side, give him a bit of advice.

You?

Yes, why not.

He might be glad of it on a night like this.

Oh, we're not like--

[mocks laughing]

We're not like your lot, you know?

We're not polygamous.

He didn't get out with a bag of salt. You only get one chance

in our society, you know?

Oh, yes.

It's like the golden shot.

You're going to advise him?

Yes.

They can have the champagne, Rigsby.

That's a good lad.

I'm not going to miss this.

You giving advice, it'll be like a frog giving singing lessons.

Oh, very funny.

Oh, Robin, alone at last.

Yes, I never thought I'd get you to myself.

Yes, there were always people.

You don't know how I longed for this moment.

You don't regret it, Lorna?

No.

And to think we have the whole night before us.

Yes.

Just you and me, and no one to disturb us.

And does Squirrel Nutkin still love his Mrs. Tiggy Winkle?

Oh, yeah.

Squirrel Nutkin loves his little Tiggy Winkle.

And he wants to take her to his nice warm nest

and keep her there all--

[clears throat]

- Surprise, surprise! - Surprise.

[laughs]

What do you want?

Well, we-- we thought you might be feeling a bit lonely,

so we thought we could-- we'd keep you company.

they are ready salted.

We wanted to give you a proper welcome.

I'll open the champagne.

Yes, Champagne.

[laughs] Now, look at that.

You wouldn't think a few years ago,

he was pounding coconuts with a sharp stone.

Stand by with the glasses.

Hey!

Oh, very good.

Do you do this with everyone?

No, but this is a special occasion.

Don't worry, we won't keep you up.

Oh, no, I didn't mean that.

You probably want to get to bed.

Oh, dear.

You're probably so tired after your long journey,

you'll sleep like logs.

Well, not logs exactly.

So sorry.

You'll have to excuse, Ms. Jones, she's

come over rather unnecessary.

Yes, it's the scent of orange blossom.

Yes, now are we all charged?

Cheers.

May all your troubles be little ones.

This is very sweet of you, Ms. Jones.

MS. JONES: And if there's anything you need--

oh, my dear.

You're not going to wear those? - What?

Well, these striped things.

Well, yes.

No, but you can't, not tonight.

Come with me, I'll see what I can find.

- But Ms. Jones-- - No, no, no, I insist.

You can't wear those.

He'll think he's in bed with his grandfather.

If you men will excuse us for a minute.

Certainly, Ms. Jones, off you go.

- Thank you. - My dear.

[chuckles]

Nervous?

No.

Never mind, you're in luck.

Rigby's gonna give you some advice.

What?

Now, Robin, listen--

yes, the girls have gone.

Now, Robin, the first thing I want to say to you is this was--

do you mind if I call you Robin or do

you prefer Squirrel Nutkin?

No, Robin will be fine.

Robin, fine.

Now, I just-- do you mind?

Do you mind?

Just a word of advice, Robin.

Now you know about the facts of life?

Well, yes.

Yes, I thought so.

Yes, but remember, that's not everything.

Be gentle with her.

I beg your pardon?

Remember, she's something precious, something above price.

You must treat her like-- like a piece of Dresden.

Do you feel like an antique?

Oh, shut up.

[mumbles]

Take your time.

Don't rush at it, you know what I mean, like a bull at a gate.

You've got all your life in front of you.

You may be tempted to go completely mad, but don't.

Remember, Christmas?

Oh, when you were little, and you

couldn't wait to get through all your fruit and nuts.

And afterwards you said to yourself, oh, I should

save something for Boxing Day.

I think I know what you mean, but if you don't mind--

And try and smarten yourself up.

What?

I mean, look--

well, first impressions are very important.

Now take Philip-- where are you?

Take Philip here.

He's least with the opposite sex,

but you wouldn't find him on a night like this

without his silk dressing gown and a dab of aftershave.

Am I right, Philip? - That's right, Rigsby.

Now, have you got a dressing gown?

- No. - Right, you can have mine.

He'll give you the aftershave.

Now, wha you've got to do, you've got-- are you watching?

Yeah.

What you've got to do, you see,

you've got to behave with a bit of poise,

a bit of sophistication.

You see, you sip your Champagne and you

admire the outline of the abattoir against the night sky.

Indulge in a bit of light chit chat.

Then perhaps serenade her.

[SINGING] Someday I'll find you, moonlight behind

[SPEAKING] That sort of thing.

And then you must say something complimentary.

It's most important at this stage.

What do you think he should say, Rigsby?

Well, something like-- well, you keep getting in my way.

What you've got to say is something like,

oh, oh, my-- ooh, god.

Oh, my dear, you look beautiful tonight.

Oh, look at the ivories.

Will you get off?

Like an ivory statue, your skin like porcelain.

Your smile is mysterious as the Venus de Milo.

I see we're back in the antiques again.

Then something like, come on, my dear,

a touch more of the tipple.

Thank you.

I think I need one.

What do you think?

Yeah, I don't think you'd pull it off myself.

Ah, here we are.

I'm sure this one will suit you.

Are you sure?

Yes, I bought it for a similar occasion.

But it's never been out of the polythene.

Yes, I know the feeling.

I'm afraid it was not to be.

Well, I can't, Ms. Jones.

Oh, of course, you can.

It's about time it saw some action.

Oh, dear, I'm so sorry.

I don't know what's come over me tonight.

[chuckles]

Well, if you really don't mind.

Not at all, Lorna.

And if you feel there's any help or advice that you need,

remember that my room is just opposite.

I'm sure I'll be all right, Ms. Jones.

Good girl.

And Lorna, I don't quite know how to put this,

you may find things just a little disappointing.

If you do, don't worry, a brave smile.

Keep your dignity.

Well, not too much, of course.

Remember, you're not having tea with the vicar.

I'll remember that, Ms. Jones, but there's no need to worry.

Well, you're bound to be nervous.

It is your wedding night.

But it isn't.

Not really.

We're not married.

What?

Daddy didn't want me to get married,

not until I got my degree.

He thought I was too young, so I thought

I'd better respect his wishes.

Does he know about Robin?

Oh, no.

I wouldn't dare introduce him to Daddy.

Good Lord.

And she's got my nighty.

Absolutely, on the--

Look what Ms. Jones has loaned me?

Isn't it beautiful?

Oh, yes.

In perfect taste, Ms. Jones.

Just what one would expect from a woman

of refinement and breeding.

Provocative, yet at the same time, perfectly acceptable

in the event of a fire. - Mr. Rigsby?

Yes.

Yes, yes, I know, Ms. Jones.

Yes, we mustn't keep these two lovebirds any longer.

Oh, no--

Yes, yes.

Yes, we must dash now, yes.

Yes, come along.

I know what weddings can be like.

Yes. There you are, my dear.

I know, I was very tired after my wedding.

Yes.

Of course, I had this nasty fall at the altar.

Yes.

The vicar said I had too much to drink.

I hadn't, it was my new shoes.

Oh they were giving me gyp.

Besides, you couldn't get the drink during w*r time.

Did you have a nice spread?

Did you?

Yes, well, of course, when I was married,

you see, all sorts of shortages.

[WHISPERING] They're not married.

Yes, Ms. Jones, will tell you. yes,

oh, you couldn't get-- everything

was secondhand in those days.

Even the confetti had heel marks.

Oh, yes.

Now, that's something.

I didn't notice any-- any confetti.

Did you notice any-- didn't you have confetti?

- No. - No?

No.

Oh, it wasn't registry office, was it?

No.

No, of course not.

Nothing like a church wedding, eh, Miss Jones?

Yes.

Oh, the rosy-faced choristers, the hushed congregation,

the wedding march.

[humming bridal march] And then she comes, the bride,

radiant, a vision in white.

Oh, yes.

Did you wear white, love?

[wailing]

Mr. Rigsby, they're not married.

A bit louder.

They're not married!

Well-- they're not what?

They're not what?

I know you're a man of the world.

A man of the world?

Doesn't make any difference, does it?

You wouldn't chuckle bang.

Thank you.

Would you believe it?

The brazen impudence of it, under my very own roof!

My father would never have allowed it.

Get them out on the pavement, bag and baggage!

In his day, look, if you saw a woman's

leg before you got married, wouldn't

see much more afterwards.

Oh, come on, Rigsby, couldn't have been like that.

The human race would have died out.

Yes, I'm not saying it didn't take place.

Yes, but only under cover of darkness.

Oh, yeah, they were very secretive in those days.

Very fussy about the human form.

Very fussy, yes.

They even used to cover the piano legs.

What for?

Well, the sight of a bare leg could give a sensitive woman

an attack of the vapors.

The upper classes had separate changing rooms,

like a visiting football team.

None of this casual attitude to sex you got nowadays.

No, no, no.

Doctors have to deliver babies with bags over their heads.

Well, times have changed, Rigsby.

Changed?

They certainly have, mate.

I don't know why you're making such a fuss!

If you'd gone to a registry office

and signed a piece of paper, I suppose

that would have been all right.

Of course, it would have been all right.

It would have been legal.

Rigsby, they haven't made that ill*gal.

Not yet.

She wants security, doesn't she?

How do we know she wants security?

Of course she does.

How can she relax and do her wifely chores

if she thinks every time he goes out for a slice loaf,

he might not come back.

That could happen even if you're married.

Hehehe.

It's the father I feel sorry for.

He knows nothing about it.

The first he's gone away, when he's invited to the christening.

You might have known they weren't married.

Why?

I thought they were too happy.

They didn't tell me they made that ill*gal as well.

You don't understand.

I have a responsibility.

I'm the landlord!

Well, they're above the age of consent.

There's nothing you can do.

Oh, isn't there, mate? That's what you think.

There is. I've done it.

What?

I got her address off a suitcase.

Miss Jones is ringing her father right now.

- I don't believe me. - Yes.

So if you hear raised voices and the sound

of a shotgun being c*ck, you keep your doors shut.

[WHISPERING] Did you get through to him, Miss Jones?

Yes.

He said he'd be here in a couple of hours.

He sounded very angry.

I hope we're doing the right thing.

Oh, yes, I'm sure we are.

Miss Jones, yes.

As long as he doesn't let them have both barrels.

We don't want to spend half the night picking

pellets out the furniture.

Both barrels?

You don't think there's any possibility of violence,

do you, Mr. Rigsby?

Yes, it could happen, Miss Jones.

Oh, no, no, I don't know.

They're such a nice young couple.

Wait till he sees them together.

Yes, yes.

Mind you, it depends where he sees them, doesn't it?

What?

Well, if he gets here too soon,

he might find them flagrante directo.

I beg your pardon?

Flagrante directo.

Oh, you wouldn't know, Miss Jones.

What we've got to do, we've got to box clever, you see,

Ms Jones.

We got to play for time to make sure

they don't celebrate their--

Celebrate their what?

Celebrate their-- their nuptials, Miss Jones.

Ooh!

[chuckles] I see, but what shall I do?

Well, we got to divert them in some way.

Yes, yes.

What about a game of scrabble?

No, no, no.

I don't think that would tempt them out the bedroom.

No.

It's got to be something a little more drastic than that.

Something like setting fire to the bed.

Oh!

Oh, the bed!

Now, that's give me a good idea.

Excuse me.

Oh, Mr. Rigsby.

It seems very quiet.

I think they've gone.

Yes, alone at last.

I wish they hadn't gone on about marriage.

Is Miss Tiggy-Winkle unhappy?

Just a little, nutkin.

But we did agree not to get married.

I know, but sometimes I think it would have been nice.

But you know your father wouldn't have approved.

Oh.

Come on.

Come to squirrel's little home in the trees,

where it's all cozy.

[clearing throat]

What do you want now?

I'm sorry to disturb you in any shape, manner or form.

Just a little job I've got to do.

I'll only take a minute or two.

Just-- just needs fixing.

Well, if you won't take long, you better get on with it.

Yes.

Well, if you'll-- you'll excuse me, it's the bed.

The bed?

Yes, yes, it's the springs.

The squeak. - We don't mind.

And I'm sure you don't mind.

It's the others.

[chuckles] Keep them awake all night.

If you'll just bear with me on this.

I think the trouble is down here.

Yes, this is it.

Here we are.

Yes, yes.

Oh, no!

I can't stand anymore!

[wailing]

There, there.

Hope you don't mind me saying, so she seems a little upset.

Yes, just a little.

Yes, I suppose it's the disappointment, is it?

What disappointment?

Well, missing the wedding.

None of the ceremonial.

Oh, it's a great day in a girl's life.

She'd look lovely in white.

- Oh, would she? - Yes.

And you wouldn't look so bad in pinstripes and a topper either.

Come on, you got the figure. You can set them off.

Well, that sort of thing doesn't interest me.

Oh, come on.

What about the presents?

You'll never be sure to toasters.

I'm not very interested in toasters either!

Oh, what about her then?

Have you thought of her?

Do you she wants it like this?

Like a lamb led to the slaughter.

What?

Oh, come on.

Just think of it from her point of view.

No wedding march, no walk down the aisle

on the proud father's arms.

[gasps] Oh, the intake of breath from the congregation as she

raises her veil, the rosy-faced choristers

remove their chewing gum and burst into song.

That's what you're missing!

And all for what? One night.

If I was your father--

m if you keep on like this, I won't even get that.

[thuds]

Oh!

Oh, dear!

They all seem to have--

You give me a hand with this.

How much longer is he going to be?

Oh, don't worry.

Have another cup of cocoa.

It'll help you sleep.

Oh, well, not sleep exactly.

It'll help you relax the muscles.

Oh, dear, I'm doing it again.

You don't approve of this, do you, Miss Jones?

Now that you mention it, don't you think it

would be better if you waited?

Think of it, standing there next to the man you love,

all dressed in white.

I couldn't wear white.

It would be hypocritical.

- What? - Oh, I see.

You mean you're not-- - No.

No.

Well, never mind.

I don't think they insist on it.

I mean, who is these days?

Perhaps you could wear pink.

You don't believe in sex before marriage,

do you, Miss Jones?

My, we are getting down to the nitty gritty.

I don't want you to think I'm a prude.

You see, my mother never believed in sex before marriage,

but then she was never terribly keen after.

No.

Speaking personally, I don't mind before or after,

as long as it's not instead of.

Think about your poor father.

Think how disappointed he's going to be.

You don't know him.

He'd never agree.

He'd just get furious.

Oh!

Would you say he was a violent man?

Oh, yes.

He's got a filthy temper.

And he never listens to me.

He's only interested in his collection.

Oh, what does he collect?

Firearms.

Oh.

You've gone quite pale, Miss Jones.

Ohh!

What's the matter?

I think I had a foot on the stair!

It's him!

He's come!

Oh, it's only Robin.

Who did you think it was?

Um, would you two mind staying here for a moment?

I've just got to see Mr. Rigsby.

Excuse me.

Ah!

I see.

I'm looking for a young couple, moved in tonight.

You wouldn't happen to know which room?

- Room? - Is that a g*n?

What?

No.

No, it's a walking stick. - Oh, I'm so sorry.

What were you saying?

I was asking which room.

Yes, it's not a sword stick, is it?

Certainly not.

Now, do you mind?

I've had a long journey.

I'm in a filthy temper and I want to see my daughter!

Your daughter.

It's not weighted at one end, is it?

Of course, it's not weight in at one end!

It's a simple, ordinary walking stick!

Now, which room is it?

That one!

Thank you!

Aha!

So there you are!

Oh, yes.

Oh, no.

- You're the father. - Yes.

Yes, been expecting you.

Oh, you have--

you were pretty cool about it.

Well, you know what it's like. Not the first time.

Hehe.

What do you mean, hehe?

Do you mean to tell me it's happened before?

I can't believe it!

What, I have to be very careful.

Yes, yes.

Not the first girl to lose her head over a good looking fella.

Hehehe.

Good looking?

My god, what's happened to the bed?

Yes, well, it collapsed.

Won't take the strain these days.

Yeah, one false move, you get a spring, up you wince yet.

Hehe.

It would appear I have arrived too late.

Now not necessarily.

But you must realize she's headstrong.

I know she's headstrong!

I didn't know she was shortsighted!

Of course, she's short--

I've told her, there's no future.

I've said a lot.

Listen, mate, I'm no prude.

But I can only take so much of this sort of thing.

You'd be doing me a favor if you get her out of here.

Take it off my hands.

She can have her money back.

You mean tell me she's paid you money?

But you don't think I do this sort of thing for nothing,

do you?

My poor little girl!

Wait a minute.

She's not-- no, she's not.

- Not what? - She's not--

Oh-oh.

Oh, that delicate question no father likes to ask.

Is she up the spout?

Well, I wouldn't know.

Not my concern, really.

Oh.

Why should she do a thing--

There we are.

I suppose marriage is out of the question?

I've suggested it.

I'm married myself.

You mean to say you're already married?

You tell us, I'm getting any swing!

I'll k*ll you!

Get him off!

He's unhinged!

He's ruined my daughter!

Ruined?

I haven't touched her.

It's not me!

Philip, tell him!

It's not him.

It's not-- huh?

Oh.

Oh, no.

Oh.

Oh, I must say, I didn't expect--

What?

Well, mind you, if that's what she wants.

I mean, we're all the same underneath, aren't we?

Yes.

Take a bit of explaining at the golf club, though.

What are you talking about?

Look, I'm not against mixed marriages.

It's my daughter's happiness that counts.

[laughs]

Spencer Tracy was ready to accept Sidney Poitier!

[laughs] No, he can't--

he can't marry.

He's got 10 wives already.



Watch it, Philip!

Watch it!

Daddy, what are you doing?

You can't marry him!

He's got 10 wives already!

Why should I marry Philip? He's not the one!

It's not him, is it?

Good heavens, no.

Mr. Rigsby, the very idea.

No, really?

No.

This is Robin.

My dear fellow.

I'm delighted to see you!

Lorna said you'd be angry.

After what I've been through, you've made

an old man very, very happy.

Now, listen.

You must come home.

We'll discuss the wedding.

I love you!

Listen, everybody, dinner's on me.

I am so relieved!

I must celebrate.

We thought you wouldn't approve of me.

Approve of you?

My dear boy, after seeing him, I'd approve of Jack the Ripper!

Hey, just a minute!

What do you mean?

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