I'm afraid, sir, we still have a problem with Detective Harrison.
Yes, Mr. Harrison has an irritating talent for disrupting my arrangements.
Would you like me to have him... removed?
Yes, perhaps. Perhaps it would be better if Mr. Harrison were taken out of the picture.
Sorry, guys, you're doing it again.
What, Alan?
Have him removed, take him out of the picture.
I thought we agreed at the meeting that these terms are needlessly ambiguous.
I can't suppose.
We all agree that from now on, when we want someone murdered, i.e. deliberately killed to death,
then that's what we're going to say.
Look, everyone knows what we mean.
Well, on this occasion, perhaps.
I mean, that was an order to murder Detective Harrison, right?
He has become a nuisance.
Right, but a nuisance we should murder.
Is that it? I mean, my nephews are nuisance, but...
You see what I mean?
Yes, yeah, alright.
Well, can you say it, then, please?
Okay, please deal with the Harrison situation.
Is it that's no good?
Oh, that was perfectly clear.
Oh, what are you talking about, Keith?
This is going to be, let's hope Professor Ritzen meets with a little accident all over again.
We spent nine months hoping that Professor Ritzen would meet with an accident.
Before Leslie made it clear it was an accident, we were supposed to make happen.
Alright, you've made your point.
You two get on with your work now.
Oh, murdering?
Yes.
Oh, and Alan?
Perhaps I'll see you later for a little light refreshment?
Do you mean anal sex?
Yes.
Alright.
Forgive the blindfold, Mr. Cooch.
An unfortunate necessity, I fear.
I bid you welcome to the new headquarters of my organisation.
Yeah, very nice. Call me Ryan.
Alas, I abhor informality.
To business, permit me to outline for you, if I may,
amusements I wish you to realise for me.
This wall, for example, a sturdy and unyielding wall, wouldn't you say?
But what I require, Mr. Cooch, is a culling mechanism whereby pressure
applied to a lever camouflaged as, shall we say,
this volume of Miss Katie Price's being Jordan
will rotate the entire wall to reveal on its dexter side.
Well, that need not concern you.
Is that clear?
You want it not through?
No, you misapprehend me.
The wall must remain, yet rotate.
It must be there, yet not there.
You are a hatch?
No, Mr. Cooch, not a hatch.
I wish for the entire wall to rotate, turn,
upon its axis, roundy-round.
Why?
I just do.
Right, well, can't be done, I'm afraid.
This is a low-bearing wall.
Nevertheless...
If it was this wall that you wanted to, what, rotate, is it?
Yes, yes, rotate.
Well, it would be a huge job, but I think there's a way to do it.
Well, somewhat less impressive,
but the roaring fire lends a certain...
No, the fire'd have to go.
By no means.
It is integral to the effect that the fire burns merrily in the grate
as the wall turns.
Look, mate, if you rotate a wall with a burning fire in it,
the effect that you'll get is a room full of smoke.
I can't revolve the chimney, mate.
It's down to health and safety.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Forgive my levity, Mr. Cooch,
but when you come to know me better,
you will learn that neither health nor safety
are among my primary concern.
Look, if you want to rotate this wall, here's what you need to do.
Fireplace decommissioned, yellow and black edging
around all moving sections,
clear, well-lit signage saying,
warning, this wall may revolve.
I begin to find you tiresome, Mr. Cooch.
Don't get personal, mate.
It's not me with a bonkers interior designer.
Look, if... if not a revolving wall,
then how about a nice, simple trap door?
Trap door?
Uh...
Yeah. Yeah, that sounds possible.
Excellent.
Well, I want them under each of these seats
with shoots leading down to a tank full of ravenous piranhas.
Fair enough. I've got that done by Tuesday.
And that, ladies and gentlemen,
is the true purpose of the Kalippo organisation.
Now, doubtless this may come as a shock to some of you,
so let me assure you,
if any of you have any...
moral qualms about my little proposition,
you're more than welcome to simply walk away.
So, any niggling little doubts?
Um, yes, I...
I thought that all sounded a bit...
so, um, I might go if that's all right,
but I won't tell anyone, I swear.
No, Hugo.
I know you won't.
Well, no, I won't.
No, I'm quite sure you won't.
Um, what's that?
Nothing, nothing, don't you worry about that.
OK, so am I free to go?
Yes, yes, just sit tight for a moment, though.
We need to talk about your redundancy package.
Why, isn't it? Because you need to press the other button.
God, yeah.
So, what's going on?
Nothing, nothing.
Now, we can forward-date your pension to...
Attention, attention.
Trap door number three is about to open.
Please clear the area.
Is there a trap door?
No, no, it's just an emergency drill.
You sit tight.
Trap door three is about to open.
Please clear the area.
I think I might go.
No, no, no, stay.
But we haven't talked about what sort of a leaving bash you might...
Trap door three now opening.
Oh, terrific.
