Major O'Neill:
Hello Johnny.
Supt. John McCleod:
Major. Sit down.
Major O'Neill:
Thanks. Well now, who's been blowing up what?
Supt. John McCleod:
What makes you think anyone has?
Major O'Neill:
Well now, it can't be friendship eh? Or you wouldn't be dragging me away from my bedtime cocoa like this would you?
Supt. John McCleod:
Right. I want to know who's active on the scene.
Major O'Neill:
Ah yes. Well now, I'm not a grass, I don't point fingers. You must be pretty desperate, eh?
Supt. John McCleod:
Yes I am. Lives at stake.
Major O'Neill:
Ah yes. Let's see, I've done three years, seven to go, seven to go with a little luck and a decent home secretary. I don't care Johnny, I really don't care who gets blown up. I might know a few things, might tell you lies, tantalize you a bit. But I really don't care that much. It's all up here. In my head. And that's where it's staying.
[tosses back pro-offered cigarettes]
Major O'Neill:
Thanks.
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