"'l've always known that gods had a sense of humour.'" "'Why else would they put us all on the back of a giant turtle?" "'" "'Of course, I had assumed I was in on the joke.'" "'As it turns out, I, Moist von Lipwig, am the butt of it." "Can you fax it to Genua, please, dear?" "(LAUGHS)" "Bloody hell fire." "When are they gonna spend some money on this system?" "(DOG HOWLS in THE distance)" "(MENAClNG voice) Good evening, John Dearheart." "Who's there?" "And good night." "(SCREAMS)" "Argh!" "(PANTS)" "Argh!" "Argh!" "(SCREAMS)" "'There is always an angle.' 'l've come to realise it's the one thing in life you can rely on.'" "'The trick is finding that angle.'" "'The events l'm about to recount may seem extraordinary, callous, criminal, even.'" "'But reflecting on all that's happened, in many ways, I feel blameless.'" "'Perhaps you'd be more sympathetic if I started from the very beginning.'" "'You see, on the day I was orphaned, I had only two things to my name - the family nag, and "nag" is being generous, and my wits.'" "'But wit, and a bit of boot polish, can turn a nag into a horse... ..for about 20 minutes.'" "'Which is all I needed.'" "'1 2 horse trades later, and I had enough cash to get into diamonds.'" "$25." "is that all?" "(CASH register rings)" "'Got her.'" "'She'd seen a $1 00 diamond, but she'd bought a $1 lump of glass.'" "'You see, I'm a firm believer in the saying," ""you can't fool an honest man".' 'lt was on this premise that I built my career.' (BELL)" "'Rob, trick, forge, embezzle.' 'l can't deny I did every con in the book.'" "'And when I finished the book of cons, I started writing chapters of my own.'" "News!" "Times!" "Times!" "Bond crisis rambles on!" "Albert Spangler, chief bursar for the Undertakers Guild." "You might be interested in our compensation scheme for losses incurred by the, er..." "..fake bond scandal." "'Good dollars for fake bonds, fake dollars for good bonds.'" "'Switch the cash bags, add a dash of short change, bank on a little greed...'" "'By the time we'd finished, I was $200 up.'" "'Not a fortune, but enough for a good night on the town.'" "(sniffs)" "(GROWLS)" "Albert Spangler?" "Never heard of him." "But for you, I could be anyone." "Could you be lunch?" "(GROWLS)" "'How was I to know the City Watch's finest sergeant was a werewolf?" "'" "(GROWLS)" "Eurgh!" "'l'd been in tighter spots.'" "'The mortar was soft.'" "'With a decent metal spoon and time on my hands, a few weeks' hard digging and I'd be free.'" "(shouting outside)" "(LAUGHS)" "(strains)" "(GROANS)" "(APPLAUSE)" "Well done, Mr Lipwig." "You set this up." "Lord Vetinari's orders." "He calls it occupational therapy." "Occupa..." "I call it torture." "Not upset, are you?" "Only you've really entered into the spirit of the thing." "Admirable, the way you kept going, stuffing all the dust into your mattress." "Very tidy." "Now, you really should get some rest." "We'll be hanging you in half an hour." "Hanging?" "For one little con?" "That and these." "There's got to be at least $1 50,000 worth of fraud here." "And these are just the cons we can prove." "Good morning, sir." "I am Trooper and I will be your executioner for today. (CROWD noise)" "Don't look so worried, sir, I've hanged hundreds of people and we'll have you out of here in no time." "That's what I'm worried about." "Now, before we start, about your rope, sir." "It sounds strange, but there's a lot of specialist collectors out there and I'm gonna auction it on the clacks." "It's the coming thing, you know." "Worth more signed, of course." "(SHOUTS OF "GET ON with it" FROM SPECTATORS)" "Much obliged." "Which just leaves the small matter of your final words." "I wasn't actually expecting to die." "Very good." "We haven't had that one before(!" ")" "Everybody ready?" "Not me." "Not me." "Oh, you are a card, sir." "(LAUGHS) I bring an edict from Lord Vetinari, Patrician of Ankh-Morpork." "(LAUGHS) A reprieve!" "He says to get on with it." "(SPECTATORS CHEER)" "The last words, sir?" "I commend my soul to any god that can find it." "Very nice, we'll go with that." "(cheering)" "(EXHALES)" "Ah, Mr Lipwig, I see you are awake." "(strains)" "And still alive at the present time." "Ooh!" "You've danced the sisal two-step." "It's a very precise science, hanging a man, and Mr Trooper is a master." "But only an expert would have spotted that you were hanged to within an inch of your life." "The last inch being the crux of the matter." "You see, sometimes, when a man has made such a foul and tangled mess of his life that death appears to be the only option..." "..an angel appears and offers him a change of life." "I should like you to think of me as that angel." "I'm offering you a new life." "(GULPS) And a job." "(SPLUTTERS)" "Little sips." "Now, perhaps, I should point out that door behind you." "If, after hearing my proposition, you wish to leave, you have only to step through that door and you will never hear from me again." "The job in question is to reopen the Ankh-Morpork Post Office." "The Post Office?" "Mmm." "A moment." "Oh!" "(EXHALES)" "'Certain death or the Post Office?" "'" "'Hardly a choice, more an alternative.' 'l'd seen enough of the inside of a coffin for one day.'" "You see, the really interesting thing about angels... ..is that you only ever get the one." "Do we understand each other, Mr Lipwig?" "Perfectly. (LAUGHS)" "Welcome to government service." "And the wage is $20 a week." "Not bad at all." "Please." "Oh, I almost forgot." "Your parole officer will meet you outside in ten minutes." "Parole officer?" "But I'm a respectable member of society now." "Oh, he's a very respectable parole officer." "(LAUGHS)" "Whoo-hoo!" "'The fools had gifted me a second chance.'" "'All I had to do was run faster and run longer.'" "'The plains lay ahead of me.'" "'By nightfall, I'd be in a feather bed and, by morning, I'd be back in business.'" "(breaking GLASS)" "Uh?" "(banging/WOOD SPLlNTERlNG)" "(BOOMlNG voice) You can't run and you can't hide, Mr Lipwig." "That's what you think." "You gotta be kidding." "Argh!" "The rules must be obeyed." "A-a-a-rgh!" "I have nothing but good feelings towards you, Mr Lipwig." "What the hell are you?" "!" "I am your parole officer and your safety is my concern." "(SHORT SNORE)" "(LETS OUT STARTLED SOUND)" "Regrettably, we meet again." "Yet I specifically remember saying that you only ever get one angel." "You didn't say you were gonna set a clay monster on me." "Rather harsh." "Mr Pump is not a monster, he's a golem." "It walked all night, carrying me and a horse." "Quite." "You have to sleep, Mr Pump does not." "You have to eat, Mr Pump does not." "There is no escape for you." "There is only a choice between reopening the Post Office and..." "(faint rumbling)" "But... (NERVOUS LAUGH)" "Who cares about the Post Office?" "No one posts anything any more, it's all clacks, clacks, clacks - look at it." "Do you play Thud, Mr Lipwig?" "It's a fascinating game." "My current opponent is far away in Uberwald and we play by clacks." "Well, that's the theory, but there are so many service breakdowns." "Now, as a disgruntled customer, I should be able to take my business elsewhere, but with no postal service, I am stuck." "And I don't like to be stuck, Mr Lipwig." "But why me?" "Because wheels are in motion, Mr Lipwig." "Wheels within wheels." "And it is time for your cog to turn." "(BELL)" "The postmaster has the use of a small apartment." "And I believe there is a hat, too." "Mmm." "'There was nothing for it but to deploy Rule 1 3 - when captured, turn enemies into friends.'" "Can we talk frankly, Mr Pump?" "A golem is incapable of lying." "Really?" "How unfortunate for you." "Fact is, I'm worried." "Lord Vetinari works you so hard." "It's just not right." "I was built to work." "Don't you ever just want to kick back and take a day off?" "You misunderstand." "Pump is not my name, it's my description." "Pump 1 9." "I stood at the bottom of a hole 1 00ft deep and pumped water into the city, for two centuries." "But now, I walk in the sunlight, feel the wind on my face." "This is better." "Trouble is, sooner or later, someone always comes along and blocks out your sun." "What do you do then, Mr Pump?" "Ah, it doesn't look in bad shape at all. (CHUCKLES)" "This is not the Post Office." "That is." ""No glom of nit can stay these mes engers abot their duty."" "What the hell does that mean?" "It means, you have work to do." "Really." "Where do they find them?" "We should be, er, going now, Reacher." "Have you seen this, Horsefry?" "It looks likes some other fool has been suckered in to running the Post Office." "If we're late for Vetinari, we'll be in big trouble." "Oh." "Remind me to look appropriately scared." "(DOOR CREAKS)" "They can't expect me to fix this on my own." "Oh!" "You won't be on your own, sir." "(LAUGHS)" "(CLEARS THROAT) Groat, sir, junior postman Groat." "One word from you, sir, and I will. .. (COUGHS) I will leap into action." "Junior postman Groat?" "Indeed, sir, yes - it should be senior, but nobody's ever stayed long enough to promote me." "And you are it?" "Oh, no, sir, that would be ridiculous." "No, no." "Well, I want to meet my entire staff." "Oh, certainly, I'll take you straight to him, sir." "Come this way." "(LAUGHS)" "Stanley!" "Mr Lipwig, the new postmaster." "Oh." "Oh, I see you know something about pins, Stanley." "No, sir." "I know everything about pins." "Last year, the pinneries of Ankh-Morpork turned out 27,880,972 pins." "Born in the sorting room, sir." "Learned to read from envelopes." "We did our best for him, but he's a bit "return to sender", if you know what I mean." "That includes wax-headed, steels, brasses, silver-headed, extra-large... ..and novelty." "Yes." "I saw a magazine about this once." "Pins Monthly?" "(SLAMS BOOK SHUT)" "That rag is for hobbyists." "True pinheads only read Total Pins." "Ah." "Erm, will you be staying down here with us, sir?" "(LAUGHS) No, no. I was told there's an official apartment." "Oh, you want to stay there?" "There is the hat, too, sir." "The hat of office. (LAUGHS)" "Ah!" "Ah, ha-ha." "Magnificent." "(SPlTS)" "(CLEARS THROAT) lt's magnificent, isn't it, sir?" "You don't seriously expect me to put that on my head?" "It's a time-honoured tradition, sir, and it must sit on the postmaster's head." "Get off me!" "Sit with dignity." "Stop it, Mr Groat!" "Enough!" "This is going straight to the city dump." "(SOUND OF despair) We expected more keenness from the postmaster." "Keenness?" "Like him and his pins." "Keenness beyond the bounds of sanity." "Perhaps, if you'd been a bit more keen about being postmen, we wouldn't have a million letters stuck out there." "I don't think I like him, Mr Groat." "(SCOFFS) Don't worry, Stanley, he won't be here long." "The problem is, Mr Gilt, since you acquired the clacks, breakdowns have increased." "The speed of messages has slowed and the cost to customers has risen." "With respect, my Lord, we are answerable to our shareholders, not to you." "Then perhaps your shareholders will be interested to learn that I am reopening the Post Office." "(COUGHS)" "That lumbering, overstaffed monster that collapsed under its own weight?" "The people of Ankh-Morpork deserve choice and currently, the only choice they have is between you and nothing." "And the problem is?" "Don't let me detain you." "is that an original bluestone slab?" "I take my Thud very seriously." "(LAUGHS)" "We should play a game sometime." "We already are, Mr Gilt." "We already are." "He really means business, this time, Reacher." "He really does." "Don't panic, to mean business you need to have a business to start with." "And..." "What's that on your face?" "It's nothing." "Just nerves." "It's revolting." "Anyway, this fellow Lipwig has half-wits for staff and a four-year backlog of mail." "There will be no renaissance." "Especially once I've enlightened him." "(LAUGHTER)" "Enlightened him!" "(LAUGHTER continues)" "What happened here?" "Happen, sir?" "Post offices should deliver mail, not hoard it." "We-we just, er, just got a bit behind, sir." "What was that?" "Er, er, what, sir?" "It's probably just a pigeon, sir." "Mr Groat, I don't think you're being honest with me." "Maybe I should just sack you all." "Er... (STRUGGLES FOR WORDS)" "You could do that, sir, but then, who would fill the inkwells, sir?" "Inkwells?" "Gotta keep the inkwells filled, sir." "Just like in the old days." "Yes." "Ah, you should've seen it, sir." "Brass and copper everywhere, counters of rare wood and teams of postmen." "Teams, sir, all lined up under the great clock." "Their uniforms all royal blue with brass buttons." "Ah, this must be my apartment." "Now, all we've got is you, sir." "'You might understand, by this point, I was almost feeling nostalgic for the gallows.'" "'This wasn't a Post Office, it was a lunatic asylum.'" "'Somehow, I had to escape.'" "Excellent work, Mr Pump." "That's it, you just keep on shovelling." "Don't stop for anything, now." "I have your Karmic signature on my internal tablet." "Fascinating." "Which means I know where you are at all times." "So, if you were thinking of escape..." "Escape?" "Me?" "No, no, no." "No, I was just off to er..." "Erm..." "Um... ..deliver a letter." "Isn't that what postmasters do?" "I will know if this is not delivered." "Don't you trust me, Mr Pump?" "I want to trust you, Mr Lipwig, I really want to." "(sighs)" "'Everyone has their levers.'" "'With Pump, it was doing your duty.'" "'With Groat, it was promotion.'" "'But with Stanley...'" "(LAUGHS)" "Well, well. (LAUGHS)" "(SHOP BELL)" "Hello." "Hmm." "(Ow!" ")" "is, uh... (CLEARS THROAT) ls this a good one?" "It's alright for the novice, I suppose." "Personally, I prefer Practical Pins or World of Pins." "Then there's Pins Monthly, New Pins, Modern Pins, Pins Extra," "Pins International, Talking Pins, Total Pins, Pins and Pinneries." "Or..." "Certainly has a lot of women in leather." "Yeah." "But they're all holding pins." "(Actually, I was wondering if you'd got anything a bit sharper?" ")" "I don't do nails." "We get kids in here." "No, no, strictly pins, that's me." "Well, as it happens, I might have one or two items for the genuine collector." "Excuse me." "I'm looking for Antimony Parker." "He's out the back, tackling the difficult cabbage." "Perhaps you could give him this." "Tell him the Post Office apologises for the delay." "Don't worry. lt can't be a bill, it's sealed with a loving kiss." "(LAUGHS) OK." "I know it's been a while, but we're finally reopening." "I'm the new postmaster." "I am so sorry. I really am." "You've really done it now, Mr Lipwig." "Who the hell are you?" "The man who's trying to save your life." "Step aboard." "They didn't tell you, did they?" "Tell me what, Mr...?" "Gilt." "Reacher Gilt." "You know about the Post Office?" "I know about everything that goes on in this city and I'm begging you, run straight back to wherever it is you've come from." "If only it was that easy." "Mr Lipwig, whoever gave you this job has put you in mortal peril." "The fact is, the last four postmasters have died in dreadful circumstances." "Died?" "They say the Post Office has a curse on it." "And now you've actually delivered a letter..." "Why would anyone curse the Post Office?" "I'd be more worried about why no one told you." "(LOUD BANG) Oh!" "'So, facing imminent death, I decided to approach my staff in a calm and rational manner.'" "Were you just gonna stand by and watch?" "You can't shout at me, sir." "While I met a gruesome end." "It's against regulations." "Bother the regulations!" "Don't you hurt Mr Groat!" "Oh!" "Stanley, Stanley, wait!" "Look what I've found." "I was just walking down Market Street and there it was, between two cobblestones." "is it a number-three, broad-headed extra-long?" "And it was just lying around?" "That's hard to believe, isn't it?" "It's a collector's piece." "But it's yours now, Stanley." "Really, Mr Lipwig?" "I have got a place ready and waiting for it." "I'm sorry I broke the regulations, senior postman Groat." "That's all very well, sir, but..." "Did you say "senior postman", sir?" "I'm in charge, which means I can promote you, yes?" "Now, senior postman Groat, let's pop upstairs and discuss exactly what you know about those dead postmasters." "What do you think?" "Actually, it quite suits you." "I'm sorry if I was disrespectful about your traditions." "Perhaps I was feeling a bit overwhelmed." "I understand, sir, yes." "Yes." "Well, the Post Office was one of the great ships of state, sir." "So what happened to the previous captains?" "They were very unlucky, sir." "Postmaster Mutable was the first." "Decent chap." "He fell into the sorting hall from the fifth floor, smack, sir, smack on to the marble, head-first." "Oh, it was like a melon hitting." "I get the picture." "Then there was Postmaster Sideburn." "He fell down the back stairs and broke his neck." "Three in the morning, it was." "So they all fell?" "No, sir." "Postmaster lgnavia, he was just lying dead on the floor." "Dead as a door knob, sir, with his face contorted, like he'd seen a ghost." "A ghost?" "Then it is true." "The curse." "No, that's just malicious talk." "I swear me and Stanley have never seen nothing of no ghost." "Sir... (whispering voices)" "All I'm asking for is a head start." "No, Mr Lipwig." "Your punishment is to fix the Post Office." "Exactly." "Not to meet a horrible death." "(LAUGHS) I am just a conman." "You have killed 22.8 people." "I've never so much as drawn a sword." "You have stolen, embezzled and swindled." "You have ruined businesses and destroyed lives." "When banks fail, it's not bankers who starve." "In 1 ,000 small ways, you have hastened the deaths of many." "You did not know them." "You did not see them bleed." "But you snatched bread from their mouths." "There will be no running." "(EXHALES LOUDLY)" "(GROWLS)" "Hands where l can see them." "If you're trying to kill me, you'll have to get in line." "We had some unwelcome visitors last night." "This must be yours, then?" "You can keep it." "I prefer my clay with more life in it." "So, erm, why did they...?" "Some people don't like golems." "They think they take away jobs." "The trust stands up for golem rights." "Moist von Lipwig." "Oh." "That's quite a name." "Were your parents stupid or just plain cruel?" "Doting. lf a little unwise." "Adora Belle Dearheart." "I've never seen black look so adorable." "If you say "adorable", I'll be forced to shoot you after all." "Sorry." "Couldn't resist." "I'm in mourning, if you must know." "Oh..." "I'm sorry." "I doubt it." "'This was not a good start.'" "'What surprised me was how much I wanted it to be a good start.'" "'Of course, I'd heard about emotions like these but I'd never actually felt any.'" "Now that we've been appropriately human, what was it you wanted?" "I need to find out what makes golems tick." "We do a pamphlet." "Five pence." "The thing is, I'm trying to persuade mine to see the bigger picture." "If you want to manipulate him, you might as well give up now." "M-m-manipulate." "Such an ugly word." "The great thing about golems is they're loyal and incorruptible." "Unlike people." "How-how true." "(sighs) Which golem is it?" "Pump 1 9." "Hmm." "Oh." "The Post Office." "So you must be...?" "The postmaster." "Yes." "Well." "If anyone can save Mrs Lipwig from becoming a widow, it's Pump 1 9." "Actually, there is no Mrs Lipwig." "You don't say." "Miss Dearheart." "I don't suppose you'd like to have dinner tonight?" "With you?" "No." "I've got things to do, but thanks for asking." "No problem." "Just remember. lf you want to stay alive, stay close to Pump 1 9." "Very close." "Promise me you won't leave." "I promise." "(sighs) lf the curse were to strike tonight, what could you actually do?" "Improvise." "(OK.)" "(RUSTLlNG noise)" "(whispering voices)" "Mr Pump?" "Mr Pump!" "(whispering voices THROUGHOUT)" "Brr!" "Oh!" "(cries OUT)" "Mr Pump!" "Argh!" "Get away!" "(SOUND OF PROJECTOR running)" "No." "(whispering voices continue)" "No, no!" "Mr Lipwig." "No!" "Mr Lipwig!" "Wake up." "Did you see it?" "The farmer." "I stood here all night." "You slept soundly." "No!" "(PANTS) lt was real." "I can't stay here." "Are you the postmaster?" "What?" "You delivered this." "I didn't mean any harm." "I was just doing my... job." "Ah." "You've made me the happiest man in the world." "She said yes." "She's gonna marry me." "It was just stuck in the post." "All this time, I thought she didn't care, but now you're back in business." "The wedding invitations." "You're giving us letters." "Oh, sorry." "Lots to organise." "How does it feel to make someone's life better, Mr Lipwig?" "Unusual." "Just what we need, more letters." "I'll put them in the queue." "Maybe you should deliver them." "What?" "Deliver them?" "You're all postmen." "Surely it's your solemn duty to deliver?" "Hmm?" "Now, how does it work?" "You got the money, did you sir?" "Mm-hm." "Then we need to put the official stamp on, that's it, to show that it has been paid." "Oh, yes, er.. ." "Right." "I get this stamp." "This stamp." "And bang it on the ink pad." "And then, sir, then, I bang it." "Bang it on the letter." "There." "Oh." "Oh, you don't know how good it feels to do that again." "And this is worth a penny?" "Yes." "Opportunity knocks." "It's not strictly your line of printing, Mr Spools, but look." "The old-fashioned way." "Queue up at the Post Office to get your letter stamped." "Now." "A new way." "Everybody buys their stamps in advance, to use at their leisure." "Good grief." "A kid could forge this with half a potato." "That's where your genius as a printer comes in, Mr Spools." "Mmm." "Well you need a bit of cross-hatching, erm." "What about pictures?" "Complicated pictures." "Yes." "Everyone loves a miniature." "Yes." "We could have a different picture for each type of stamp." "A penny to Ankh-Morpork." "Five pennies to Sto Lat." "You could have a whole set." "A whole set." "Yes." "To collect." "Mr Spools, meet Stanley, the Post Office's new head of stamps." "Head of stamps?" "Mmm." "Wow." "is there a hat?" "One thing at a time, Stanley." "Yes, Mr Lipwig." "'Wait before you tear this letter up in disgust.'" "'Ask yourself one question.'" "'Would you have done anything so different?" "'" "'Would anyone?" "' 'l had discovered a foolproof way of creating money from paper.' 'lf every resident bought just a few stamps to put in their wallet, I'd end up holding hundreds of thousands of dollars of other people's money.'" "'Enough to finance an escape plan and set me up for life.'" "'And, better still, for the con to work, I had to bring the Post Office back to life so that people would want to buy stamps.' 'lt was a con where everyone would win.'" "'Well, nearly everyone.'" "That is why it's important to study grammar." "Hugos?" "Technically, without the apostrophe, it's "hu-gos"." "And the reason there's no apostrophe is because there isn't one in the uplifting slogan that adorns our beloved Post Office." "Oh." "Oh." ""Glom of nit."" "Oh." "They've stolen them." "Yes." "(SPLUTTERS)" "Ay-ya, ta-ta, ta-ta!" "We're in the letter business, Mr Groat." "We do words, not bricks." "Good day, to you." "Can I see Mr Hugo, please?" "I doubt it." "Then perhaps you can give him a message." "I tried my best, but I'm almost certain Lord Vetinari will press charges." "(SQUEALS)" "Mr Hugo." "There's a man in reception who says that Lord Vetinari... (Two, three, four...)" "Excuse me, sir." "Hugo can see you now." "Ah." "Got it." "Thanks, Mr Pump." "Got it, Mr Groat." "Good work, Stanley." "Chop-chop." "Chop-chop." "That's it, Mr Pump." "(CAMERA FLASH EXPLODES)" "And you can tell your readers that this is the first of millions of letters we are putting back in the right place." "One sign does not a Post Office make." "No, Miss Cripslock, but we have a new system to help us." "The stamping system." "(Stamp, Stanley.)" "Cute, Mr Lipwig." "But, with the clacks, (SCOFFS) why do we need a Post Office at all?" "The clacks is all well and good if you want to know the prawn market figures from Genua, but can you seal a clacks with a loving kiss?" "Can you cry tears on a clacks?" "Can you enclose a pressed flower?" "(BLOWS)" "So, spread the message far and wide, the Post Office is back in business." "I tried talking to him nicely." "But some people just won't listen." "We may need to be a little more direct in our approach." "Please, Reacher, I .. ." "I'm not sleeping well, as it is." "This is all about Vetinari trying to clip our wings." "But I haven't finished... ..soaring." "(LAUGHS)" "Miss Dearheart!" "And I thought your name was ridiculous." "How many golems are for hire right now?" "There's 1 2 on the books." "I'll take them all." "Don't bother to wrap them up!" "(LAUGHS)" "(SCOFFS) We're not talking about groceries." "They have souls." "I'm offering good jobs with plenty of prospects." "That's a terrible habit, you know." "Perhaps I like bad habits." "Maybe there's still hope for me, then." "One minute you're trying to manipulate Pump 1 9, the next, you're a golem's best friend." "Because now I have a plan." "Let me think about it." "Whilst your brighten up the world like a little sunbeam." "(LlPWlG whistles)" "(whispering voices)" "(whispering voices continue THROUGHOUT)" "(HE HUMS A TUNE)" "(WHlMPERS)" "(cries OUT)" "(CREAKlNG)" "(WHlMPERS)" "No!" "Help me!" "Help!" "Somebody!" "Help!" "Help me!" "(cries OUT)" "(evil LAUGH)" "Why are you picking on me?" "!" "This is nothing." "You see?" "A victimless crime." "Wait, wait, wait a minute." "Forged bonds harm no one!" "No, no!" "Wait a minute." "You can't make him the scapegoat." "Take it from your profits." "That was never part of the plan!" "Wait!" "No!" "Mr Lipwig!" "Mr Lipwig!" "(whispering STOPS) Mr Lipwig, sir!" "You can't sleep here." "We-we're opening up." "There's a big queue out there." "They're all coming back to us, sir." "(HUBBUB) The clacks is down!" "One at a time." "Please." "Please!" "Gentleman!" "Please, please!" "Wait, wait!" "Stop!" "Behold!" "As the postman said, one at a time." "Next." "Who's next, please?" "Stanley." "Marvellous." "We got a problem." "The stamps." "You can't prove anything." "We've sold out." "Oh." "(LAUGHS)" "Well, good sales are never a problem." "Run over to Mr Spools and fetch some more." "Stanley." "Stanley!" "Got the new double-pointers in." "I'll come back later." "Limited edition, selling fast." "Ah.. . ah." "I can't stop." "Stanley." "Not a girl." "Mr Spools!" "Uh?" "You've got to be joking." "The presses can't cut them." "They're too small." "But we need 1 ,000." "Well, grab a pair of scissors and get cutting." "I missed out on a set of double-pointers and you're cutting out stamps with scissors. (sighs)" "Ah, pin collector, are you?" "(LAUGHS) Oh!" "I've still got my old collection up in the attic." "Yes, I was very keen." "But then I met the wife and she wasn't interested in pins." "No. I've been meaning to get them down and get them valued." "Mr Spools." "You know what's always got up my nose?" "How delicate pin paper is." "It's almost more hole than paper." "What d'you think?" "Stanley, I think you're a genius." "I must ask everyone to be patient." "We weren't expecting quite such an enthusiastic response." "But stamps are on their way and we have a special offer." "The new express delivery for Sto Lat leaves on the hour to arrive this afternoon." "(GASPS/CHATTER)" "And at half the cost of a clacks message." "But we don't have an express delivery, sir." "(We do now.)" "(Mr Pump.)" "(Go to Hobson's livery.)" "(Tell him I want a fast horse, not one of his old nags.)" "(Something with fizz in his blood.)" "Extra fizz." "Very good, Mr Lipwig." "(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS)" "(whistles)" "You've made a big impression on Pump 1 9." "Thank you." "Personally, I think you're a phoney." "But business is business." "So." "This is what you meant by free uniforms." "Think of it as a badge of honour." "Next!" "Don't worry, we'll clean it off when they leave." "Leave?" "Clearly, I'm not talking to the same postmaster." "Oh." "You're right." "The hat really does catch the sun." "Those quotes about wanting to kick the clacks when it's down." "Are they true?" "Er..." "Because I want to lend a helping boot." "You do?" "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look when considering violence?" "Violence and retribution." "My father was the founder of the clacks." "It was his great vision." "He was no businessman." "He borrowed money and mortgaged everything to build the first system." "The clacks was an instant hit." "He'd have made a fortune." "Do I look like an heiress?" "(sighs) Black August." "The collapse of the Cabbage Growers' Bank." "Remember that?" "Erm, vaguely." "The bank fell victim to fake bond fraud." "Had to call in all its loans, the biggest of which was my father's." "You're looking pale." "Hmm?" "Um... (COUGHS) lt's paint fumes. (LAUGHS)" "A man called Gilt and his coven of lawyers used the crisis to steal the clacks from under my father's nose." "Reacher Gilt?" "You're on first-name terms with that reptile?" "No." "No, no, I, er, bumped into him." "So, every message that your Post Office delivers takes money out of Reacher Gilt's pocket." "I like that." "You do?" "Really?" "I think I'm getting somewhere." "Are you the one who wants some extra fizz in 'is 'orse?" "You must be from Hobson's livery?" "I am 'Obson." "And I've brought you Boris." "(NElGHlNG)" "'Ad all the kids you want, 'ave you?" "Sir." "Mr Groat." "Off you go, load the mail." "Right, sir." "Ready for action." "Over there?" "(NElGHlNG THROUGHOUT)" "Er..." "Er... (strains)" "(CROWD GROAN)" "Tell your men to hold him good and tight, Mr Hobson." "Ladies and gentlemen." "You see the raw power of nature we've harnessed... ..to deliver your post." "Miss Dearheart." "(cheering/APPLAUSE)" "Let him go!" "Whoo!" "Argh!" "Watch out!" "Boris!" "Argh!" "Boris!" "Argh!" "Boris." "You have been a very naughty boy." "(NElGHS)" "And you know what happens to naughty boys." "(BORlS WHlNNlES)" "(LlPWlG EXHALES)" "Oh, you seem to have the Boris touch." "I don't suppose you'd care for a ride?" "I hardly know you." "I'm rather banking on that." "Smooth answer." "Slick." "Whoo!" "(LAUGHS)" "I need to make a detour." "You want to hold up the mail?" "It won't take long." "Up there." "We came all the way up here to see a derelict clacks tower?" "This is where my brother John died." "Three years ago." "He was a clacksman." "Until someone pushed him from up there." "He was murdered?" "We could never prove anything." "Some of the old engineers say they can still hear John's name on the wires." "Just before dawn." "(whispering voices)" "How could your brother carry on working here?" "After what they did to your family?" "John had big plans." "For a new clacks - better, cheaper." "He never got a chance to build it." "Gilt went to the trouble to steal the clacks and now he won't even look after it." "is it any wonder my father died a broken man?" "When you look at me like that, I wish I was a better man." "You're a man with vision." "Maybe that counts as better." "One of the great things about Mr Gryle... ..he's never late." "Do you realise that if we dilute the clacks lubrication oil with guano extract, it can increase our profits." "$2.4 a minute." "(LAUGHS)" "That'll be him now." "Mr Gryle, this is my finance director." "Crispin Horsefry." "You're. .." "You're the. .." "The banshee!" "Mr Gryle, what exactly have you found out about Moist von Lipwig?" "Father dead." "Mother dead." "Sent away to school." "Bullied." "Ran away." "Vanished." "I wonder where he's been all this time." "Well, Mr Gryle." "This postmaster is a nuisance." "Understood." "Deal with him for me." "My pleasure." "(BREATHES heavily)" "Express mail from Ankh-Morpork." "Ah." "Posted this very morning." "You can't get fresher than that." "We're going back in one hour." "If you want to send anything, form an orderly line at the back of the horse." "I can get off a horse, you know." "This way is more fun." "You were right." "I don't suppose... ..you fancy dinner for two?" "Let me think about it." "I really am making progress." "Perhaps." "But sometimes, a slow delivery beats the express." "'lt was the most wonderful kiss I never had.' 'l was on top of the world.'" "'The only problem with having a bright tomorrow is you have to get through the night before.'" "(whistles)" "(sobbing THROUGHOUT)" "Who's there?" "Hello." "(sobbing GETS LOUDER)" "(DOORS SLAM)" "Who's there?" "(DOOR SLAMS) Oh!" "(sobbing/whispering voices)" "(SOUND OF film PROJECTOR running)" "(No, it can't be.)" "I'm still awake!" "Adora." "No." "Please." "Not again." "Why are you showing me this?" "No!" "Argh!" "Help!" "What do you want with me?" "!" "(whispering voices BECOME MORE URGENT)" "Alright." "Enough." "Finish it here." "It is what I deserve." "Oh!" "'Adora, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.'" "Mr Lipwig." "What are you doing?" "!" "Rescuing you." "There's no point, I can't escape the... I deserve to die." "Your safety is my concern." "Oh, hell." "Last time you said that..." "Argh!" "I didn't mean to hit you so hard, Mr Lipwig." "I wish you'd finish me off." "No one should wish their life away." "I'm a bad man, Mr Pump." "I've done terrible things." "And your punishment is to rebuild the Post Office." "One balances out the other." "Nothing can balance out what I've done." "(knocking)" "Oh, Pump 1 9, how's it going?" "Oh." "You look like you've seen a ghost." "How did you know?" "(LAUGHS)" "The answer's yes." "Dinner for two?" "(BOTH LAUGH NERVOUSLY)" "(LAUGHS) Er, I..." "Oh. I see." "I'd love to, Adora." "But you really have to stay away from me." "It's not you, it's me." "Oh!" "Cliches, as well, now I really am insulted." "Trust me, it's best we call the whole thing off." "Don't flatter yourself." "I hadn't decided it was on." "OK. I'm here." "What exactly did you want to know?" "Would you mind if we talk somewhere else?" "It was dirty, ruthless and back-stabbing, but it made great copy." "Bad news always does." "When the clacks got into financial difficulty, the only person who could help them was Reacher Gilt." "The Dearhearts were so desperate, they'd have signed anything." "Gilt took the entire business from under the family's nose." "Technically legal, morally rotten." "But there'd be no clacks if it weren't for the Dearhearts." "And they wouldn't have got into trouble if it weren't for the banking crisis." "Surely the banks could survive a few fake bonds." "(LAUGHS)" "You call that a few?" "'lt wasn't the happiest reunion in my life.' 'l had drawn every line, faked every signature on those bonds.'" "'Now I felt sick to look at them.'" "Go to her." "I can't." "Apologise to her." "The letters have warned me to stay away." "The letters?" "Again with this nonsense." "If I go near Adora again, the letters will kill me." "Letters do not kill." "I will prove it to you." "You must be the victim." "Who the hell are you?" "Mr Ridcully is Archchancellor of the Unseen University." "He will give you proof the letters do not want to kill you." "(LAUGHS) How is he going to do that?" "How many words are here?" "A million, two million." "What about in the whole building?" "There must be billions." "Only an academic could state the obvious and pass it off as wisdom." "Are you the type to burn a book, Lipwig?" "No." "Why?" "Because you just don't do that sort of thing." "Correct." "Books must be treated with respect." "We feel that in our bones, because words have power." "Bring enough words together, you can bend space and time." "That's what has been giving you hallucinations." "For the last time, they weren't hallucinations." "They did try to kill me." "The terrible thing is, I deserve it." "Read my lips." "Words do not kill." "People kill." "Wild animals kill." "But words, words have a totally different power." "They enter through our eyes and ears and work their way into our souls." "I think this is where the real problem is." "Your soul." "Don't blame the letters for your own problems." "Now you can apologise to Miss Dearheart." "It is way beyond apology." "Only she can judge that." "Talk to her." "I don't trust my tongue." "When I speak, I lie." "It's the way it's always been." "So don't speak." "Write her a letter." "A written confession." "A conman can't do that." "It's against our code of practice." "But what better way for a postmaster?" "'Which is how I came to be sitting here, pouring out my heart.'" "'All I can do is seal this with the most loving kiss.'" "'And hope.'" "I'm not convinced, Mr Pump." "I didn't get where l am today by telling the truth." "And where exactly are you?" "Point taken." "Stamp it up and send it on its way." "No." "You must deliver this by hand." "(LAUGHS) lf l get within 50 yards of Adora, I'm a dead man." "I told Adora to meet you at 8 o'clock." "Dinner for two." "You mean I have to be there when she reads this?" "At the best restaurant in town." "How did you get a table?" "They're booked up for months." "I didn't." "This is one time your lying will be useful." "Good evening, sir." "Reservation for?" "You mean you still don't know?" "After all the times I've been here." "I'm acquainted with the regulars, but, er... ..I cannot place you, sir." "Very good." "I appreciate your discretion." "Wouldn't want everyone knowing we were here." "So, shall I wait for Mr Gilt inside at the regular table?" "Mr Gilt, you say?" "Mm-hm." "I'm afraid that..." "Mr Gilt doesn't do problems." "But..." "Surely you of all people remember the Poisson Rouge." "I cannot say..." "Exactly." "Mr Gilt used to take the city's finest there every week until one day, same thing happened." "Au revoir, Poisson Rouge." "I'll wait inside, shall I?" "Adora." "You look..." "I'm only here because Mr Pump begged." "That and the stuffed liver." "To be honest, I can't think about food... until you've read this." "is it an apology?" "It..." "It's worse than that." "Just read it." "And then, maybe, we can move on." "(CLEARS THROAT)" "(BANSHEE'S voice) Good evening, little postman." "Hello?" "!" "(BANSHEE BREATHES heavily)" "We are closed." "But we are open again at nine in the morning." "We've got a special on mail to Pseudopolis." "Ah!" "Why not write to your old granny?" "I ate my granny." "Oh." "Then I'm dead." "(SCREAMS)" "Erm." "Perhaps I could paraphrase the last section." "You ruined my family." "Adora, I'm sorry." "What can I say?" "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." "You're a liar and cheat." "Those days are behind me. I swear." "Every word is true, I've bared my soul to you." "There are no lies left." "My dear Moist." "How good of you to bag a table." "You..." "And him?" "No." "Always a joke with Moist, hmm?" "Why don't you to ask them to bring the champagne list, huh?" "Just gotta freshen up." "How many more times will you humiliate me?" "I can explain. (cries OUT in pain)" "What is in your foot is a steel-tipped, four-inch stiletto heel." "The most dangerous footwear in the world. (cries OUT) I know what you're thinking. "Could she push it through to the floor?"" "(cries OUT) No!" "To tell you the truth, I'm not sure about that myself, but I'm going to give it a damn good try." "(cries OUT in pain)" "The Post Office is burning!" "Argh!" "Mr Pump." "Where's Stanley and Groat?" "Your safety is my concern." "Mr Groat." "(cries OUT in pain)" "Call the fire brigade." "Argh!" "(COUGHS) lt's Stanley." "You've got to save Stanley. (STRUGGLES TO BREATHE)" "Mr Lipwig. lt's too dangerous." "Stanley!" "(BANSHEE SCREAMS)" "Argh!" "And Lipwig make five!" "I'm collecting dead postmasters." "Of course, the fun part is making them dead!" "You killed them?" "All of them?" "Oh, yes." "I am the killer!" "(cries OUT)" "This is a Post Office closer!" "(BOTH SCREAM)" "(ONLOOKERS shriek)" "You know what they say." "Hear the cry of the banshee and die!" "Actually... ..it's banshee cries, somebody dies." "Today it's you." "Missed both my hearts." "I do love postmasters." "Killing them is so lucrative." "(YELLS)" "Who's paying you?" "Not everyone can afford assassin of calibre." "I deal with all Reacher's loose ends." "Gilt." "The Dearheart boy screamed like a pig." "Screamed like a pig!" "Till he struck the ground." "Time to shut up shop, Postmaster." "This is not Reacher Gilt's Post Office to close." "It belongs to the city." "How dare he come in here and destroy it." "(whispering voices)" "Oh, please!" "Can't I even die in peace?" "I mean, I'm no angel, but him?" "He's a devil." "(YELLS)" ""Upon discovery of fire, remain calm."" "(COUGHS)" ""Shout 'fire' in a loud, clear voice."" "Fire!" "Stanley." ""lf trapped... ..await A, rescue or B, death."" "Straightforward enough." "(whistles)" "A it is, then." "Come on." "(whispering voices) I owe you." "Where are the fire brigade?" "We have no insurance." "What?" "I'm sorry, sir, it was fire insurance or food." "Where are the buckets then?" "This is beyond buckets, Mr Lipwig." "(violin PLAYS MOURNFULLY)" "Hmm!" "Adora." "Care for a dance?" "A dance?" "With you?" "A self-centred skuggem with the moral fibre of a..." "A rat?" "A rat." "Thank you." "My pleasure." "(SHRlEKS)" "(SHRlEKS) Let me go!" "Not until I've told you what's really going on." "You destroyed my family, that's what's going on." "That was an accident." "I can put it right." "You don't know the meaning of the word "right"." "Those dead postmasters, Gilt had them killed." "He tried to kill me, too." "Who'd have thought I had something in common with Reacher Gilt?" "Adora, he murdered your brother." "John wore a safety line, but he fell to his death." "It doesn't make sense, unless you hire a flying banshee to push him." "And banshees are Gilt's weapon of choice." "You've got proof?" "Of course." "Well, the banshee was my proof." "He knew everything." "Except how to be fireproof." "How convenient!" "Even so, I think I can bring down Reacher Gilt." "All talk and no action, as usual." "Adora, will you trust me just this once?" "(SHE KNEES him) Oh!" "Does that answer your question?" "Any comment to go with the picture, Mr Lipwig?" "Reacher." "Marvellous, isn't it?" "A bit... ..extreme?" "The point is, Horsefry, we've won." "We've won." "Well, I suppose that's one way to deal with the backlog." "How can you joke?" "That's our life." "And it's gone." "Be brave, Mr Groat." "There's our customers over there." "Sending clacks, we've lost them." "Then we'll just have to win them back again, won't we?" "Come on, Mr Groat." "The Post Office is open... as usual." "A bit more open than usual, I would say." "Numberfourdelivery,proceed." "Number four delivery." "Stan!" "Aggy!" "Not many of us old postmen left now, Mr Groat." "We help out the best we can in the post's hour of need." "See?" "People love the Post Office." "So... (CLEARS THROAT)" "Get your men organised," "Deputy Postmaster Groat." "I want them..." "Did you say deputy postmaster, sir?" "I did." "And, what's more, I want your men out on the streets delivering the mail today." "Yes, sir." "Looks like the clacks is down again." "This really is my lucky day." "Special today, ladies and gentlemen, mail to Pseudopolis reduced to three pence." "Three pence only." "And if anyone has a message already stuck in the clacks, we'll deliver it for free." "No matter how hard I scrape my shoe," "Lipwig remains stuck to it." "It says here he was unscathed." "Does this mean we have to try again?" "No." "He may be alive, but he's yesterday's man." "Knowing Lipwig, he'll rebuild." "With what?" "It'll cost a fortune." "And the..." "Post Office is bankrupt." "Nevertheless, people... ..seem to have a fondness for the post." "My latest innovation will change all that." "Innovation?" "We closed down research and development years ago." "This isn't about research, Horsefry." "This is about dazzling the masses with a bauble." "I believe the respectable term is..." "..marketing." "(FANFARE PLAYS)" "We are proud to usher in a new era." "The mobile era." "A network of towers like this will move around Discworld as demand requires." "This doesn't look good." "In future, if you can't get to a clacks tower, the clacks tower will be brought to you." "Full coverage for the entire Disc." "Mr Gilt, today's increase in the price of clacks messages is the fifth this year." "Surely that is extortion." "This is the future of long-distance communication, and new technology is not cheap." "Would you really have that when you can have this?" "But he had the Post Office destroyed." "(LlPWlG) We have no proof, Mr Pump." "We must do something." "Follow me." "(CROWD GASPS)" "Arrest those men!" "For what?" "Vandalising clacks property." "I think you'll find the only offence here is trespass." "Your map was being paraded on Post Office property." "I'll see you paraded through hell, Lipwig." "Are you going to send another assassin to sort me out?" "Assassin?" "I have no idea what you're talking about." "Mr Gryle and I had a very interesting chat." "I know exactly what you've been up to." "Where's your proof?" "All in good time." "You're such a fraud." "And you're such a murderer." "(CROWD exclaims)" "That is slander." "This is a declaration of war." "Can I quote you on that?" "If you want a quote, Miss Cripslock, try this." "Neither rain nor fire can stop the post." "Very stirring." "But his quote had "war" in it." "Fine talk, sir." "Fine talk." "You do give a good bite of sound." "If you don't mind me saying, it's bugger all help." "I know, I know." "They come through with a new technological breakthrough." ""A modern miracle that will change communications for ever."" "And we haven't even got a roof." "Oh, one decent downpour and all this will be papier-mache." "Big roofs cost big money." "That's it, Mr Groat." "Rain." "Rainy days." "The problem with people who put money away for a rainy day is they never know when it's raining." "(LAUGHS)" "Well, I think it's about to pour." "Stress." "It does funny things to a man." "Sausage?" "Mrs Leakall's Premium Reserve sausages." "A special offering." "Because I have a special prayer." "Well, you're off to a good start." "Tell me, how do you actually get the sausages up there?" "Frying." "The gift of sausages ascends onto Offler, the sacred crocodile, by means of smell." "And then you... eat the sausage?" "A common misconception." "But the true sausagidity goes to Offler." "He eats the... essence of the sausages." "While we priests eat the earthly shell." "That would explain why the smell of sausages is always better than the actual taste, perhaps." "You should have been a theologian." "So, what is your prayer to accompany Mrs Leakall's finest?" "Just the usual." "Pennies from heaven." "$1 50,000... to be precise." "Might take more than a few sausages to get something that... specific." "But..." "let's give it a shot." "(moist) Post!" "Post!" "Good work, Stanley." "That'll do it." "Forwards, Stanley, forwards." "Post." "Come on." "Everyone loves getting a letter." "I think it's best you stay away from Miss Adora." "Stay away?" "I can't do that, she loves me." "But she just tried to kill you." "Well, the human heart is a complex thing, Mr Pump." "Love, hate, they're just a breath apart." "She doesn't know it yet, but she loves me." "(whistles)" "Mr Pump." "That's your third delivery today." "Many letters survived the fire." "We are working round the clock to deliver them." "Round the clock?" "Without a break." "That is how much we believe in Postmaster Lipwig." "But that's exploitation." "The Golem Trust can't allow it." "You misunderstand." "We volunteered." "Volunteered?" "That is the worst form of exploitation." "Rats." "What are you doing, Horsefry?" "I need it for my budget." "Budget?" "I need to know how many towers we're going to build." "Do you know what I really like about you, Horsefry?" "Your naivety." "Sorry, don't quite get you." "We put up the clacks charges to finance a fleet of towers, right?" "But we don't actually build any." "So the extra revenue becomes pure profit." "But won't people want to see some towers?" "Well, we'll wheel out that fancy model every now and then, give the idiots some eye candy to gawp at." "Meanwhile, the mobile clacks project is officially in development." "Shame." "I thought it was a good idea." "Horsefry, Horsefry." "They aim of business is?" "Erm..." "Not to provide a good service, but to provide the..." "Only." "..only service." "They seem very taken with the new-fangled towers, sir." "It's the oldest trick in the book." "Dazzle the punter with a pretty picture." "What's a punter?" "They haven't even built the mobiles yet, have they?" "It's all promise." "Know what happens to promises." "Will the people ever come back to us?" "How would they be able to resist when we have our new state-of-the-art Post Office?" "Not in our lifetime." "You underestimate me, Mr Groat." "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but praying for money is a bit desperate, don't you think?" "There's a god out there for everyone." "The trick is hooking up with " "Mr Lipwig!" "Mr Lipwig!" "Mr Lipwig!" "The light." "The wonderful light." "Glory be to Offler." "The sacred crocodile god." "Oh!" "He's blind." "He's blind." "Mr Lipwig, sir." "Mr Lipwig!" "Mr Lipwig!" "One regular white, one skinny Klatchian." "And two figgins, please." "(GROAT) Somebody call a doctor." "Can you see nothing at all?" "Are you totally blind?" "Only blind to this world, my friend." "Now I perceive the inner truth." "Yes." "The angels of Offler... ..whisper onto me." "One... hundred... and... ..fifty thousand dollars." "Buried... in a forest." "Offler." "I am not worthy." "Let the angels choose a holy witness." "Me, me!" "(ALL SHOUT) I'll give you the front page." "You... ..are chosen." "Offler says... to the hop gate." "And bring a shovel." "(moist lNTONES)" "(GROAT) Divine intervention." "Show me the way!" "The praying man." "It is here." "The praying man under the praying tree." "Looks like an elephant to me." "(ALL SHOUT heretic)" "Well, now you mention it, I can definitely see a praying man." "(ALL exclaim)" "(ALL GO quiet)" "(MAN MUTTERS) He can see." "What's going on?" "You're under arrest, that's what's going on." "(YELPS)" "Hello again." "(STANLEY) Mr Lipwig." "I demand you step aside." "Can't you wait until Mr Lipwig returns?" "Mr Lipwig is in breach of contract." "But we golems are satisfied with him." "You've been manipulated by him." "Not manipulated." "Persuaded." "Now you're making me angry." "Pump 1 9." "I will assemble the golems." "Mr Lipwig." "You've had a most strenuous day, have you not?" "Can't be as strenuous as signing death warrants." "Joke." "Oh, I'm sorry, I hadn't realised." "Do tell me if you feel obliged to make another." "To be honest, today has all been a bit of a blur." "There's $1 50,000 buried in the forest." "And you have no idea how it got there." "It's miraculous." "A remarkable coincidence that it is precisely the sum of money that was hidden by a notorious conman." "Conman?" "Who was that then?" "We hanged him." "He's dead." "Isn't he?" "Yes." "He's dead." "Excellent." "So, as this money is a gift from the gods, it should be used for the public good, should it not?" "The eyes, Mr Lipwig." "Hmm?" "You can trust me." "Oh, that." "Made from turtle egg shells." "Ingenious." "Thank you." "I meant me for making you postmaster." "Ah." "Marvellous." "Mr Lipwig." "But if I'm to restore the Post Office, I have to pay the builders." "Send the bills to Drumknott." "Your job is to make sure that Reacher Gilt is in no position to burn the Post Office down again." "He's a murderer." "An accusation for which you have hard evidence?" "Your spies could find some evidence, no doubt." "Spies?" "I did hear there was a man on the inside." "But he was dropped from his position." "Quite literally." "John Dearheart was your spy?" "He was a spy." "But he didn't get very far." "Perhaps if he'd possessed the agile mind of a conman, he might have had more success as a spy." "You think I'm some thug piece to be moved around at your leisure?" "Precisely." "No." "I won't be your spy." "Shame." "Miss Dearheart would have been impressed." "(ADORA) Indeed it is the very essence of golem." "But enough is enough." "This postmaster, this Lipwig, is an exploiter." "The Golem Trust can't allow it and won't allow it." "Just because you don't need a tea break doesn't mean you're not entitled to one." "Right now the Post Office needs you more than you need it." "There is only one course of action to take in those circumstances." "Strike and strike hard." "So what do we want?" "OK." "OK, let's go straight to the vote." "All those in favour of an immediate withdrawal of labour raise your hand." "Oh, I see." "I suppose you all think the sun shines out of Lipwig's backside." "Very well." "But don't come running to me when you're so worn out that the only thing you're able to hold is a pot plant." "Adora." "Adora, wait." "How dare you turn my golems against me." "You're the one who said they can't be manipulated." "The brochure is being revised." "Did you know your brother was a spy for Lord Vetinari?" "You really will say anything just to get my attention." "It's the truth." "Let my brother rest in peace." "Fine, then here's what we'll do." "We'll keep on fighting day and night." "We'll make sure we never share information that could damage the clacks." "That way Reacher Gilt's sure to win." "You think you're the only one who can bring down Reacher Gilt." "The arrogance, the conceit." "I don't need you." "I'll show you just how much I don't need you." "The one-woman crusade, how noble." "You'll see." "The whole city will see." "Good work, lads." "Are we ready, Mr Groat?" "Just a few more, sir." "Bet you're glad you invented perforations, eh, Stanley?" "Strange thing is some people are sending letters to themselves." "What?" "Once the stamp has been through the post it makes it more real." "You see, people are collecting them." "Just like you and your pins, eh?" "Pins?" "Oh, pins." "No, pins are just pointy metal things." "Readytoroll,sir ." "All you good people of the city." "Now run in conjunction with Hobson's Livery, it gives me great pleasure to crack the whip on the overnight express to Sto Lat." "So much for us having won." "How dare the gods work against me." "I don't remember giving them permission." "Why don't we just concentrate on our own business?" "Because Lipwig's taking our business." "Look at them." "One artist's impression..." "and they believe." "Of course, posting the letter is one thing." "Making sure it arrives is another thing altogether." "Yah!" "Yah!" "(LAUGHS)" "Oh, here we go again." "What's up?" "It's jammed." "Maybe it's iced up." "Better call maintenance." "Oh yeah, yeah." "Like we got three days to waste." "(SPEAKS JlBBERlSH)" "Princess, you've got to come and see this." "I'm looking right at it." "A fault?" "It seems it's spreading right through the system, which is why we need to shut everything down now." "Shut down the entire clacks?" "It's the only way." "Did I tell you the good news, Mr Pony?" "I'm recommending you for a pay rise." "A substantial pay rise." "And I'm pushing for a bonus, too." "That's very generous of you, Mr Gilt." "Nothing less than you deserve, Mr Po" "Or may I call you... ..George." "Problem is, George, I have to answer to the board." "And what will they say when my very next sentence is," ""Mr Pony wants to shut down the clacks."" "Well, you don't have to be a boardroom veteran to work that one out, do you?" "I want you to have that bonus, George." "I really do." "So I'm going to ask you just one more time." "Are you absolutely sure you can't solve this technical hiccough without having to shut down the whole system?" "Well, maybe we can come at it from a different angle." "By damn it, George, you've talked me into it." "I'll tell the board you've got the whole thing under control." "Your skill and ingenuity will be the saving of the company." "I hadn't budgeted for any pay rises, Reacher." "You won't have to." "Money dangled is much more effective than... (BOTH) ..money given." "Er, talking of wages." "How much did you pay the banshee in the end?" "What does it matter?" "I just need to reconcile my ledger." "You mean you actually intend to write down how much I paid an assassin?" "I've always done it in the past." "Well, got to keep records, Reacher." "Can't cover your tracks if you don't know where you've left them." "And is that the only ledger?" "No, I've got dozens of them going back years." "Oh." "I'd love to see them, Horsefry." "Really?" "Yes." "They're in my office." "Come up any time." "Now, Crispin." "I want to see them." "Now." "Never shown any interest before." "No." "Well, I'm very interested in... ..settling accounts." "Thank you." "There you are." "So that's what she meant." "Mr Lipwig, sir." "Oh, calamity." "The mail coach is back, sir." "Already?" "But there's no mail." "And not much coach." "So efficient." "Thank you." "Nice to be appreciated." "What have you done, Horsefry?" "Er... ..my job." "Account for things." "Damn you." "Account for this." "Reacher, no!" "Leave it." "What are you doing?" "Saving us from prison." "But we have to keep account." "Your job is to hide things, not to declare them for the whole world to see." "Please, Reacher!" "It is my life's work." "Get off me, you fat fool." "Look at you." "Loose flesh, loose tongue, loose brain." "Just loose everything." "The fact is, Horsefry, you're too stupid to live." "(YELLS)" "(yelling / hitting noises)" "Found the fault yet, Mr Pony?" "l-l..." "Mr Horsefry was taken ill." "It left a nasty stain on the carpet." "I sent him home." "But can't stand the smell." "Mr Pony, that's not the look of a man who's in for a substantial pay rise." "Better." "Adora, that's a really neat trick you pulled off." "I knew you'd see it my way." "I have no idea what you're talking about." "Freezing the towers." "That was very slick." "The trouble is, right now the Post Office is down, too." "Bandits." "Hmm." "How careless of you." "We need a double whammy." "As you hit the clacks, we can steal their business." "A synchronised attack." "I wouldn't synchronise with you if you were the last person on the Disc." "40 Passing Clouds, please." "You know what?" "You're right." "You don't need me." "You're more than capable of bringing down Reacher Gilt on your own." "You've got it all under control so I'll just walk away and leave you in peace." "You won't ever hear from me again." "Two..." "Don't you want to know how I did it?" "Go out onto the Post Office roof." "Get yourself a little bit closer to Heaven." "Then get down on your knees and pray." "You know how to pray, don't you?" "Just put your hands together and hope." "Hello?" "She said pray." "Hope you don't mind about the sausage business." "But, to be perfectly honest, I think we both came out of it looking pretty good." "Anyway, I was wondering if " "is this about the rent?" "Who the hell are you?" "We paid Mr Groat." "So you'll have to take it up with him." "Forget Groat." "What are you doing on my roof?" "I'm Mad Al." "He's Sane Alex." "And that's Adrian." "He says he's not mad but you can't prove it, can you?" "We're pigeon fanciers." "So where are the pigeons?" "Out flying." "Pigeons don't fly at night." "Bats." "We're trying to breed homing bats." "Bats don't have a homing instinct." "Yes." "Tragic, isn't it?" "Yeah, because sometimes I come up here at night and I just see their empty little perches." "As all I can do not to cry." "Well, I'm sure Lord Vetinari will be fascinated to hear all about it." "You know, I quite enjoyed seeing you on your knees." "Adora." "The Smoking GNU, actually." "You can really jam the whole clacks system from a pigeon loft?" "Mm-hmm." "Nice trick." "Trick?" "This is cutting edge cracking." "Two years in development." "Iterative beta testing." "Culminating in this." "Away you go, boys." "Firing out from here... ..into the Grand Trunk." "Then..." "Jam." "But before it jams, it's already passed the code on." "So..." "Jam." "The problem started at this tower." "And I think one of you has been meddling." "Was it him?" "Was this his idea of a joke?" "No, sir." "He didn't do anything." "Then it must have been you." "You with a juvenile sense of humour." "(SHRlEKS)" "Stay back. I'll have to drop every employee until someone - l've got it. I know what's happened." "One moment, Mr Pony." "I'm just disposing of some assets." "(SCREAMS)" "Hey!" "That's my niece." "Oh, that is useful to know." "It's a strange aperture." "It's jumping off the elliptical bearing." "I can fix it." "If you hit Q and then K, and the resonant frequency to sent it to Genua, when the pressure is higher than ours " "Spare me the details." "Can you trace it?" "Well, there's over 1 0,000 messages here." "(GROWLS)" "(SCREAMS) I might be able to find it." "Thank you." "There, there." "(MAD AL) Better stop down now." "When the sun comes up, (whispers) they can see us." "Shh." "See?" "We can do to the clacks what my stiletto did to your foot." "It's not a bad start." "Not bad?" "As long as we're sending, Reacher Gilt doesn't earn a single dollar." "Ah, but if we worked together while you're stabbing his foot, I can be picking his pocket." "The great thing about the Post Office is we don't rely on complicated machines." "We have hands and feet." "And... ..strong ones at that." "Heave away, Mr Pump." "(cheering / APPLAUSE)" "Ladies, gentlemen, don't get caught in the clacks." "Come join us at the Post Office." "We'll get your message delivered." "You see, the clacks system works at the cutting edge of technology." "And in the white heat of progress there are sometimes complications." "But I can assure you there are now all resolved." "Some people are saying " "And we'll be providing refunds for any messages that have been lost." "All you have to do is fill in the claim form." "But I do urge your readers not to do anything as rash as writing a letter and sending it by post." "Wouldn't you " "You might as well tear it up and scatter it to the four winds." "Mr Gilt, this claim form is 50 pages long." "A help desk will be provided." "But, please, don't get bogged down in the details." "What really matters is we fly high above the bandits." "I will wager my hat of office that the clacks will have broken down by sunset tonight." "(APPLAUSE)" "And when we win, I'll burn his ludicrous hat of office in this." "Now to collect on that wager." "Ready to stick the stiletto in?" "The pleasure's all ours." "So, how long does it take?" "(MAD AL) lt should have got to the first tower already." "I must say, it's looking distinctly underwhelming." "It's alright leaving us." "So much for iterative beta testing." "Don't shout at me." "I'm not shouting." "I'm just calmly stating." "Well, just don't." "is it possible they could have... ..cracked our code?" "Just as I was beginning to like the hat." "Stop whining, Lipwig." "I'm not whining, I'm just - l'd like to know why the GNU isn't smoking." "I'm sure you've talked your way out of worse situations before." "That was the old Lipwig, remember?" "I'm a changed man now." "Mr Lipwig, sir." "Mr.. . oh." "Mr Lipwig, sir." "Mr Groat." "I imagine Gilt's demanding the hat." "You're not gonna let them have it, are you?" "What's that I hear?" "Nothing." "Moist Von Lipwig has nothing to say." "Have we lost everything?" "(GASPS)" "Relax, Mr Groat." "I'm not done yet." "All I have to do... ..is attempt the impossible." "As you can see, the sun has set and the clacks system is working perfectly." "All that remains is for the Postmaster to admit defeat." "But where is he?" "Another empty promise." "Now, don't get me wrong." "I have a fondness for the quaint old Post Office." "It's part of our history." "But, really, that is where it belongs." "Did someone ask for me?" "Ah, Postmaster." "Just in time." "The fire was getting low." "Well... ..if you're too scared to rise to the challenge." "Have it." "Challenge?" "An overnight race from here to Uberwald." "The clacks versus the post." "That's over a thousand miles away." "1 ,700 miles, to be precise, Miss Cripslock." "Mr Gilt, do you accept the challenge?" "Accept?" "How could the clacks possibly lose?" "Well, you've made quite a splash." "As the fish said to the man with the lead weight tied to his feet." "(LAUGHS)" "Perhaps I'm missing something." "No, my lord, it's a straight race." "But you can't possibly win." "I agree, it won't be easy." "And I must insist that the race is run fairly with strict rules." "I have no intention of cheating." "And I ask for no favours." "All I ask is that when I win," "Reacher Gilt hands over the entire clacks network." "(CHUCKLES)" "Very well." "But I have a condition of my own." "If you lose, Mr Lipwig, you hang." "Really?" "It seems a little harsh." "But fair." "If you lose, you will have outlived your usefulness." "Having second thoughts, Postmaster?" "Let's race." "Very good, sir." "The worried look." "Very convincing." "Throws them off the scent." "Yes." "But how do you know I'm not really worried?" "Because you're the man who got money out of the gods, sir." "Ah." "Yeah." "Supposing I did that with a trick?" "Damn good trick, sir, damn good." "A man who can trick money out of the gods is capable of anything, sir." "Mr Groat." "Hmm?" "What if I told you that, er..." "There's no way a coach can get to Uberwald faster than the clacks machines?" "Of course you have to say that, sir." "Because the walls have ears, eh?" "Mum's the word." "(sighs)" "Everything?" "Everything." "But there's 1 5 years of work here." "He's grown out of pins." "Sir, pins are for life." "They stick with you." "He's starting a new life." "Isn't that right, Stanley?" "So. (CLEARS THROAT) How much?" "Dave, what do you think about stamps?" "So... what's the plan?" "How can you possibly win?" "Hmm?" "Friction." "The coach will be so shiny it'll glide through the air." "Meanwhile back in the real world(!" ")" "The Post Office is a hopeless underdog." "Ah, but the underdog can always find somewhere soft to bite." "This is no time for witty banter." "We're not on a date." "Do you have a plan?" "Do you trust me?" "No." "Do you have a plan?" "Of course." "We got 50-1 . 50-1 , sir." "You haven't done anything silly, I hope." "No, no, no. I took all me savings, Stanley here sold his pin collection and we put the whole lot on you to win the race." "The whole lot?" "Erm..." "Perhaps that wasn't so wise." "50-1 ." "But we don't want to appear greedy." "Do we?" "I mean, we want to keep the moral high ground." "Bugger the moral high ground." "We'll be rich." "It's all thanks to your inspired plan, sir." "Mr Groat." "What?" "Let's go and see if the golems want to cash in." "Good idea, lad." "Oh, my God." "There is no inspired plan." "There." "Right between your eyes." "The next time I see you, that's where l'm aiming." "Messages can be blocked." "I trust you have discovered Lipwig's plan." "I'm afraid not, sir." "Only a fool would challenge the clacks with a horse and cart." "He must have a trick up his sleeve." "Now what is it?" "All I can promise you, sir, is the clacks won't let you down." "We're clearing all messages off the system, running double bandwidth, I'm putting all my best operators " "You just remember, if I'm made to look a fool, your pretty little niece will rue the day her Uncle Pony got her a job at the clacks!" "Archchancellor Ridcully, my lord." "This had better be important, I'm in the middle of an experiment." "involving a knife and fork, no doubt." "I wouldn't expect a layman to understand the pressures of university life." "Incredible though it may seem, we have found a practical use for one of your magical devices." "Have you?" "The object in question is..." "An Omniscope, my lord." "Enabling us to see things at a distance, I believe." "The Omniscope is a highly complex, very unstable piece of equipment." "You mean, it doesn't work?" "Well..." "Relatively speaking, it works." "Excellent, kindly have it up and running by dawn tomorrow." "Now, listen, magic is not some workmen's tool that you can hire out by the hour." "Just as well, because I wasn't intending to pay you." "Can I help?" "Mr Pony." "Miss Adora." "How have you been?" "It's nice to see you after all these years." "I'm sorry I never came to your father's funeral." "It didn't seem right." "What happened wasn't your fault." "You must hate me for staying on at the clacks." "You're just doing your job, Mr Pony." "The truth is, clacks is run on blood now." "There's not a day goes by when I wouldn't like to throw my resignation in Reacher Gilt's face." "I'm 58." "Twinges in my knuckles, a sick wife and a bad back." "You have to think twice, don't you, before such gestures?" "My father always said you were a good man." "And a great engineer." "I'm sure he was right." "No." "Your father was a great engineer." "Gilt tried to burn these." "I'm sure you'll know what to do with them." "I'm sorry." "Stand by to repel borders." "(sniffs) Adora?" "If this is about what I said earlier..." "They killed him." "They killed John and they put his name in a debit column." "(SOBS)" "These people, they... ..they get away with murder and everyone just looks the other way." "No, not everyone." "Just because you were right, doesn't mean you have to gloat." "Forget gloating." "Now I really do have a plan." "Go away!" "All you do is talk of plans." "Crazy, non-existent plans." "What sort of man are you?" "Adora, just listen to me." "Give me the crossbow." "Those ledgers are the key to everything!" "Just hear me out." "If you don't like the plan, be my guest." "Shoot." "This had better be good." "Now then, boys, you take the message and ride hell-for-leather to Uberwald." "But how are we going to get to Uberwald overnight, sir?" "You're not, Mr Groat." "Does that mean you're going to hang, Mr Lipwig?" "Not if I can help it." "I have a plan, Stan." "I need you to take a little detour." "There is a derelict clacks tower and I need you to deliver some canvas and ropes and rigging." "Rigging?" "is this about boats, sir." "Only I can't do boats." "I get very seasick." "Not boats, Mr Groat." "Sails." "We are going to block out their message with a sail." "Block it out?" "Won't they notice?" "Not if we put our own message in its place." "Sorry, sir, could you run that by me again?" "Yeah. I got a bit lost at... sail." "(APPLAUSE)" "Hello!" "Hello, Ankh-Morpork!" "Welcome to the great race!" "Lovely to see you all!" "Hello!" "Hello." "Nice entrance." "It will make up for your ignominious exit." "Hello, sir." "(APPLAUSE)" "Citizens of Ankh-Morpork." "As per Lord Vetinari's directive number P1 500 " "We know why we are here." "To witness a great race!" "The Postmaster has challenged the clacks." "(cheering / APPLAUSE)" "Two identical messages must be delivered to Uberwald." "The wizard's Omniscope will show us the finish line." "(OMNlSCOPE RUMBLES)" "(CROWD shriek)" "Get it ready by sunrise, Ridcully, which is when I expect to win." "And to show the spirit of fair play, we have graciously allowed the Post Office to choose the message." "I thought long and hard about an appropriate message." "And then, I remembered how nice it is to receive a parcel." "So, why not a book?" "(CROWD "AH")" "The authorised, illustrated biography of Lord Vetinari." "(APPLAUSE)" "You think yourself so clever, lt'll buy you a few hours at best." "Our message will still be there by dawn, while your lumbering coach will get bogged down in some godforsaken marsh." "Maybe." "Maybe not." "(CROWD CHEER)" "Ready when you are, my lord." "(BLOWS HORN)" "(cheering / APPLAUSE)" "Get clacksing!" "(BANGS TABLE) Come on, move it!" "If we win this race..." "(BANGS TABLE)" "..you can have a half-day holiday!" "Come on!" "Get on with it." "You took a while." "I had to stop a couple of times, all that bumping and jolting, my bladder's not what it used to be." "If we don't get this sail rigged before they start sending, we're done for." "Yeah, alright." "OK!" "Ready?" "Hoist it up, lads." "Quick as you can." "Alright!" "Come on, let's get a wriggle on here!" "(GROANS)" "Where are ya?" "Here, look, stick your boot in there, will you?" "Still here, Mr Groat?" "I'm not built for parcel post, sir." "Now, you know what to do?" "Ride like the clappers, sir." "Good man, stop for nothing." "The mail must get through!" "No gloom of night." "Hey, Mr Lipwig." "Exactly, Stanley, no gloom of night." "C-C-Can I say, sir, even if we lose and the Post Office collapses, and all this was in vain - And you get hanged." "Yes, sir, even dead, you are still the best Postmaster we have ever had." "(sniffs)" "That's very touching, Mr Groat." "But I'm not dead yet." "Good luck, boys." "Why aren't we sending?" "!" "I want to see those lights flashing!" "Where's Mr Pony?" "Get me Pony!" "That's what I love about the Dearhearts." "Perfect alignment." "Any message coming out of there comes straight through us." "Time to create some interference." "OK, 14!" "Number 1 4!" "14's good." "Number 1 5?" "OK, there is a snag on 1 5!" "It's stuck!" "It's stuck!" "Where's the hammer?" "I put it back in the toolbox." "It's not here!" "It's in there!" "In the spanner drawer!" "Yeah, it's still the toolbox!" "And who would look for a hammer in the spanner drawer?" "Boys!" "We haven't got time for this!" "A place for everything and everything in its place!" "If you say that one more time, I'll find another place for the hammer!" "Oh, for God's sake, look!" "They're sending!" "Let's go, come on!" "Grand Trunk are sending the message." "Hurry up!" "Pull it up!" "(STRUGGLES)" "Come on boys, pull!" "It's stuck!" "Pull it!" "Keep pulling!" "It's stuck on something!" "If you want something done properly... (SCREAMS)" "Oh no, up we go!" "Strange." "The signal's stopped." "No, it can't have, this is top priority." "Send!" "Send!" "For God's sake, start sending!" "It's OK." "They're sending again." "Yes!" "Yes!" "They've taken the bait!" "(LAUGHS) They're passing it on!" "(BOTH LAUGH)" "Adora!" "I'm coming for you!" "(SCREAMS)" "(THEY LAUGH)" "What kept you?" "Adora... I don't suppose now would be a good time to ask you something?" "Well, I can hardly walk away." "Will you marry me?" "You are forgetting... ..we still have a race to win." "That's not exactly a rejection." "Not exactly." "Hangon!" "Down you get, Mr Lipwig." "You're under arrest." "What for now?" "Same as last time." "Doing a runner." "But- but I've come back." "Let's keep it that way." "Lord Vetinari's orders." "Listen." "(GROWLS)" "(CHATTER)" "(cheering / APPLAUSE)" "Nice you have you with us again, sir." "Same last words as before?" "I'm rather hoping there'll be a different outcome this time." "Keep your hands off." "Let's see some magic, please." "It'll come in a moment." "Please don't touch it." "There we are." "We need to read the ticker-tape, Archchancellor." "Nobody said anything about a close-up." "Can't you just move it in?" "Just move it in?" "This is a highly sophisticated magical apparatus." "There we are." "I think we have a winner, my lord." "Mm-hmm." "Uberwald receiving station, message as follows." ""Havelock Vetinari was born into a wealthy and influential family."" "There we have it, my lord." "The message has arrived, delivered on time by clacks technology." "The clacks has won." "Never mind, sir. lt could be worse." "How, exactly?" "Well, we've got a good crowd, lots of press." "They'd even promised me a review in "What Gallows?"." "Pull the lever, Mr Trooper." "No, wait." "The message hasn't finished yet." "They're playing for time!" "My Lord, it's clear the race is over. I demand my prize." "My last words!" "I haven't had my last words." "If he must." "(APPLAUSE)" "Strange as it may seem, as I stand here on the verge of oblivion I have a great sense of relief." "I no longer fear the worst because, frankly, the worst has happened." "And although I may not have always been a model citizen, finally I've been made to see the error of my ways." "Not by the heavy hand of the law, but by the gentle touch of..." "..well." "By the gentlest touch of all." "Very nice, sir." "Stand by." "No, there's more." "(DRUMKNOTT) Where's it gone?" "It's not coming back." "Give it a moment." "Don't breathe on it." "The man who has never known love has never really lived." "Get on with it." "But worst is the man who avoids love." "Too true." "Well said, sir." "Now..." "Because the man who runs from love and all its trials and tribulations, that man is just conning himself, swindling himself out of true..." "Ah." "There we are." "..happiness." "Sorry to interrupt, my lord." "I wish someone would." "I'm not quite sure what this means but I think you ought to hear it." "Message continues." ""We are the voice of the dead."" ""The ghosts of those who met a bloody end."" "That's enough." "The race is finished." ""Postmaster Mutable pushed from the fifth floor."" ""Postmaster Sideburn, his neck broken."" "Pack it all away!" "Touch nothing." ""John Dearheart, flung to his death from a tower."" ""And Crispin Horsefry, clubbed to death by Reacher Gilt."" "Turn it off!" ""Here follow the facts and figures proving fraud, embezzlement and murder."" ""The full record of the clandestine dealings of Reacher Gilt."" "My Lord, they're lying." "Lying." "Who are they, exactly?" "They're only reading what has been delivered by you." "The message has originated from your own company which makes it a confession." "I confess nothing!" "(CROWD GASPS)" "Lipwig!" "Your safety is my concern, Mr Lipwig." "Your safety is my concern." "Arrest Reacher Gilt." "He appears to have vanished, my lord." "Find him." "An ingenious plan, Mr Lipwig." "And most effective." "Which is why I have agreed to your request to hand over ownership of the clacks back to the Dearheart family." "Just sign here." "And here." "No need to thank me." "However, as the two of you now run all communications in and out of this city, should I find that my long-range game of thud is interrupted I shall come looking for one of you to blame." "I wonder which one it will be." "(SNORTS)" "By the way, you look great." "Colour really suits you." "Thank you." "is that as sore as it looks?" "Oh, it's not the first time I've been hanged." "A bad habit to get into." "I'll tell you what, I'll give up hanging if you give up smoking." "Too late." "I already quit." "You did that for me?" "Why on earth would you think that?" "Adora... ..those things I said on the gallows when I was staring death in the face about the gentlest touch of all." "You do know I meant every word?" "Yes." "It's amazing the rubbish some people spout when they're trying to save their lives." "Or trying to get a kiss." "Of course, we can't do this." "What now?" "Conflict of interest." "You're the Post Office, I'm the clacks." "We're rivals." "Which throws up some very interesting possibilities of a corporate merger, don't you think?" "Maybe." "Well, I'd certainly like to get my hands on your assets." "Keep your hands as far away from my assets as humanly possibly." "Ah, Mr Gilt." "I see you are awake." "I don't know what you're talking about." "My name is Merryforth Truman and... ..I've got papers to prove it." "Some wonderful papers they are too, Mr Gilt." "But enough of that." "I've brought you here because I want to talk to you about angels." "(knocking) Come." "Excuse me, my lord. I've got a letter here for Merryforth Truman." "Strewth." "He was here, but sadly he didn't believe in angels." "Oh." "Well, that's a bit of an embuggerance." "We did it, Mr Groat." "Home sweet home." "Stanley, it's not only the race we won." "The bet, remember." "50-1 ." "Blimey, we're rich." "Let's have the betting slip, then." "I gave it to you, Mr Groat." "Hey?" "Oh, yes. I've got it here somewhere." "You can't have lost it, Mr Groat." "50-1 ." "50-1 ." "No, of course." "I remember now." "I've put it somewhere safe." "I , erm. .." ". .l hid it under the mattress." "Which mattress?" "The one in that tavern." "Which tavern, Mr Groat?" "You remember, that.. . (GROANS)" "..that nice one in Uberwald." "Oh!" "Uberwald. .." "Mr Groat, Mr Groat!" "Get in the carriage, Mr Groat!"