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Did you think of that beforehand? Are you trying to pick a fight with me, Mrs. Cole? No. What I’m trying to say is that Games if all of this stopped Games the sparring and the jibing and the insults and the arguments Games I’d miss it. Even if I were dead, I’d still miss it. The Catrin Cole School of Dialogue. On and on and on and on and on. Lose half. Which half? The half you don’t need. All right. All right. I’d miss you. I’d miss you more than I can say. Help me take this. None on that side. Keep going. Let’s go around this way. Mrs. Cole? Watch yourself, girl. Mrs. Cole? Hmm? I thought you was under it. I was in the office. Hmm. Okay, coming in from the left. I might have to borrow clothes. Talk to the costumes mistress, but don’t be surprised if she’s tetchy. A parachute mine took the roof off Studio Four last night and her Panzer division uniforms are ruined. They’re saying it was the worst night of bombing yet. Nothing left of Wimbledon, apparently. The props master hasn’t turned up, the best boy’s in hospital, and no one knows where the grip is, so we’re having to make do with whatever we can get. It’s got a bit of a wobble. Might have to lash it to the gantry. There’ll be tears before bedtime, mark my words. No, you’ve got a bit of a wobble. Chick. Could we save that lamp till we roll, please? Sorry, Mr. Hilliard. It’s heavy. More? Much more. This man hasn’t had a bath since the last time he fell off the boat. Change of plans. Going straight from Uncle Frank’s Mayday to wounded Johnnie fixing the propeller. Hurry up, Rex. We need you over here. Yes, sir. Corning. Quick as I can. Right, what can I do for you, sir? Right, be careful. Careful. And watch out for that– Watch the wires, please. I thought you’d be at the office. Don’t lean against it. I was. I read your ending. You bagged it. You were almost there. Nowhere near. I’ve been useless for weeks. I read your other stuff, too. Oh? What did you think? Hmm. Bit inconclusive. I wasn’t really sure where it was going next. No. I wasn’t too sure of that, either. Crumbs. Find Mrs. Cole! I need to talk to Mrs. Cole. Mrs. Cole! Has anyone seen Mrs. Cole? Come on before they find us. Where?