Big Sky (1997–1999): Season 2, Episode 6 - The Wrong Box - full transcript

- Well, from where I
sit, mister klenner,

things don't look too good for you.

Importing, possession.

Trafficking.

Could be a long time
before you see daylight.

Why don't you tell me how you get

the stuff into the country?

- No, I just want to
speak to lightfoot.

- No, you talk to me.

- No, no, no.

You're not listening.



I don't want to speak to you.

I want to speak to lightfoot.

- I'm sorry, lad.

Thought this was too big a
deal for us to compromise.

- Look, mate.

I've been after this man
for nearly two years now.

He's the big man at the very heart

of the drug business in this country.

If you put him in line now,
they'll only replace him.

If I can get him to talk, which I can,

we can get information that
will make a real difference.

- He wouldn't
get off scot free.

- No fear, just a deal.

- Now you said if I talked,
we would have a deal.



- You give me names and I'll recommend

a reduction in your chair.

- A reduction?

No, no, no.

I want more than a reduction.

I want a guarantee.

- No guarantees.

You talk.

I talk.

It's your only chance.

I want to know how you
get the stuff in.

I want your distribution network

and I want the names of any
special friends in customs

or the federal police.

- Oh, you want an awful lot, lightfoot.

- I want everything, George.

Klenner's given me enough to
close in on his entire network

and fortunately he
wasn't so cooperative

with the names of his
regional distributors.

I've only got contact points
where deliveries are made.

I've intercepted the drugs.

Now I need your pilots to follow it.

- How?

- Each package will have

a small movement centered bug

that can be tracked from the air.

Your people deliver the cargo.

Wait for the packages to start moving,

then track them to
wherever they're taken.

- Oh, I don't know.

What if the arc do a random check

and find we're carrying heroin?

- You'll pilots
will have my support

through any unforeseen contingencies.

I give you my word on that.

- I want it in writing.

I've had your word before.

This time I want an ironclad guarantee.

Each of the aircraft are
being fitted with computers

with a tracking software installed.

Maps of the real open areas
will appear on your screens.

- What, like a street directory?

- Once the packages start to move,

the movement will be registered
on the computer screen.

Your job is to stay close enough
to monitor that movement,

chart it, get the charts back here.

Quick, smart.

- So this is small time dealers, right?

- Not so small some of them.

As I explained to Chris,
who had similar doubts,

we are after the complete network here.

- Yeah, not that it
makes any difference.

All dealers are scum.

- The point is you are not being asked

to have anything to do with them.

This is a straight forward
days work for you.

So, no danger.

No adventures.

No romance.

No direct contact.

Is that understood?

All right, now the tracking
device will be placed

in the bottom of the container

and then concealed by
the bag of heroin,

which is being repacked
into the hazchem box

it was originally packed.

- This thing's fantastic.

It's got the whole country mapped out.

You can scroll across the continent.

It's like virtual travel.

Give me an address.

- Why?

- So I can find it.

- Your place.

- No, no, no, no.

Debbie Norris'.

- Who's Debbie Norris?

- She's a girl I did it with
on maroubra beach in '85.

You know what this mission needs?

A good name.

Operation flying horse.

What do you think of that?

- It's not a game, jimbo.

Is it?

- Lighten up, you know.

Enjoy.

Work can be fun if you let it, okay.

You don't like me much, do you?

- I just don't get the constant...

- Wit, insight?

- Anyway, I wanted you to know

that I was really sorry
about Jodie's death.

I mean, I know how you must.

Well, I don't actually know,
you know, 'cause I've never.

It must be really tough and I'm sorry.

- Thanks.

- When the little light starts flashing

that means the package
is moving, doesn't it?

- Yeah.

Does it bother you what we're doing?

- You nervous, Scotty?

- Well, I'm not happy
about carrying stuff

that we know isn't what
the label says it is.

- Sometimes we have to bend
the rules for a greater good.

Isn't that the way we're
supposed to see it?

- Yeah, I guess.

- Big sky base.

This is November kilo foxtrot.

- Big sky base.

Go ahead, Paula.

- Chris, I've hit a
failing major head wind.

It's probably gonna mean I'm
gonna get there a bit late.

- Don't worry.

I don't think these
people are gonna leave

without collecting their goodies.

- No, it's not that.

I'm just a bit nervous about meeting

one of these creeps face to face.

- Just stay calm.

They've got no reason to hassle you.

- Yeah, that's not what
I'm worried about.

- Just tell her to cut the dramatics

and get on with her job.

- If I wanted advice from you

about how to instruct my
pilots, I'll ask for it.

You got that?

- Your the boss.

- Just stick
to the plan, Paula.

- I'll do my best.

November kilo.

- Big sky base.

- 10 minutes.

I've gotta be somewhere else.

Hold the fort, will you.

- Hang on.

I've got half my aircraft flying

around the country
carrying illegal drugs.

- Yes, you've got my number.

- Which one's the heroin?

- This one.

Let's get this thing done.

- So what have you got?

- We're moving in on most of the
names that klenner gave us.

As you know they're spread from one end

of the country to the other.

- I thought you said there
was a major development.

- Yes, in Melbourne.

Ronnie hitton, the bloke
that's been running

the nightclub scene
down there for klenner.

- He'll be a good catch.

I thought he was out of the country.

- Well that's the development.

We got word that he set up a meeting

with his main distributor
in a pub in Saint kilda

sometime in the next
few hours apparently.

- Excellent.

You got the place well covered?

- Even the pope wouldn't
get a better welcome.

- Good.

Things are starting to move.

- Come here, you bitch.

Come here.

- What are you doing?

Let me go.

- You think you're bloody smart.

- Let me go.

Yeah, smarter than you.

- Shut your face.

- Let me go.

Ow.

Where are you taking me?

Look, why don't you just
stop the car and let me out

and I'll forget I ever saw your face.

- Shut up.

Bloody stupid.

You asked for this.

- Hey look, it's moving.

- I think we've got a nibble.

Big sky base, this is
Julie and Oscar Charlie.

- Proceed.

Go 'head, Rosie.

- We've got a pickup
cruise we're tracking.

- Thanks.

Big sky base.

- Where are they?

- Old brunker road
heading south side east.

This surveillance is fantastic.

Wait, hang on a minute.

- What is it?

- It stopped.

- Already?

- Yeah, that can't be right.

- Oh, they must've reached
their destination.

- No, they can't have.

That's open road.

We better take a look.

- Jimbo, we're supposed
to track until it stops.

Now it stopped.

- We better fly over.

- I don't think that's wise.

- Blake, we're flying over, okay?

There it is.

They've had an accident.

Can you believe that?

- Unbelievable.

Now let's get out of here.

- What, are you kidding me?

We just can't leave them there.

What good is that?

- All right, so we fly
back out of their view.

We keep circling until they
get back onto the road.

- No, no way.

Look, they're in ditch.

They're not going anywhere.

Now, we gotta go down
there and check it out.

- They might have guns.

- Well they're not gonna
use guns on us, are they?

I mean, they don't know that
we know what they're up to.

- I'm just saying we were
told not to make contact.

- Blake, there is also the
question of humanitarian aide.

You know those guys, they can be hurt.

Like really hurt.

- Thank goodness.

- Blake, I'm pulling rank.

Now you take this baby down now.

- I'm afraid our mister hinton

and associates are down half a kilo

and around 100,000 grand in cash.

He walked into the place like
a lamb to the slaughter.

- Feel better about that deal

I insisted we do with klenner, aye?

- Smug bastard.

- You all right?

- Oh, yes, yes.

- He's had a turn.

He's had some sort of a turn.

- Oh, don't fuss, Liz.

I'm all right.

- Could you help push
us back on the road?

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

There's been a terrible mistake.

- What do you mean?

- Well, they're not drug runners.

- Oh, they took the box, didn't they?

- Drug runners aren't nice
old people who have turns.

They've got the wrong box.

- Hey?

- Think about it.

The other one identical.

They picked up the wrong box.

- Can you push now please?

- We gotta get it off of them.

- What?

- We got to get the box back

and take it back to the airstrip.

- There's no way we're touching it.

- Do you wanna see an innocent couple

go to the big house for a
crime they didn't commit?

Come on, it's a simple mistake, Blake.

Now push.

- So what now, Einstein?

- Shut up.

- This isn't the smartest thing
you've ever done, you know.

You're already in enough trouble.

- I said shut up.

- Like your women helpless
and silent, do you?

Probably the only way you ever get...

- I said shut up.

That's better.

- What's wrong, mate?

- I get there and there's
this bloody Sheila there.

So I grabbed her.

- Jesus, what'd you bring
her back here for?

- What was I supposed to do?

- She's just a bloody girl.

- She was on to me.

There was some kind of
bag in the package.

- So?

Why didn't you just Chuck it away?

She didn't know you lived here.

- Well she does now.

- Yes.

You don't think too well when
you're high, do you mate?

- Should've never let
him out on his own.

- Shut up all right.

Shut up.

I'm sick of the sound
of your bloody voice.

You think I wanted you here?

You think I wanted the hassle?

- Come on.

- What are you gonna do with me?

- That's a fair question, mate.

- I'll think of something, okay.

I need a hit.

- Brilliant, mack.

Bloody brilliant.

Come on, love.

Now to polite to keep you
out here on your own.

Hey, hey.

- The chat with have stopped?

- Corner of Thompson
road and spear street.

What time do we have to be back?

- When we get there.

Feel like grabbing something for lunch?

- I like the way you think, Scotty.

- Well, I know an incredible
fish and chips shop at Maria.

- I don't know.

Beautiful beach not far from there.

- You're gonna drag me away
to some secluded beach.

Could be dangerous.

- Could be.

- You're all right now?

- Yes, I think so.

- Okay.

- Well thanks for your help.

- Yeah, no worries.

You know, you picked up a box
from the airstrip right?

- Yes.

- Well, we delivered it.

It's the wrong one.

- Says who?

- What I mean is it's you
picked up the wrong box.

- Oh no, I don't think so.

- No, no, really.

There's an identical box and
you picked up the wrong one.

It's a simple mistake.

- Are you absolutely sure?

- Positive.

So if, could I?

Thanks very much.

- What about, you know, our box?

- Well, we'll get that
back to you immediately.

I'm a good guy.

Like I'll pick it up.

I'll bring it straight to your house.

It'll be like a Christmas
present, okay.

Sorry about that.

Yup, see ya.

- He's gonna be out of it for awhile,

so why don't you just let me go

and I'll forget I ever saw your face.

- Sorry, can't be done.

- Come on, you're not
an idiot like he is.

You haven't done anything wrong so far,

but if anything ever happened to me...

- Save your breath, love.

He'd kill me.

- I'd never even be able to
show anyone how to get here.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- Not gonna have a hit yourself then?

- What?

Spin out the left bank of
my flaming skull like that.

- So you're not a junkie like him?

- I've got more brains than that.

- Makes you worse.

A dealer who doesn't use.

- I'm not a dealer either.

- What are you then?

His love slave?

- No, love.

I'm an artist.

- Me again.

- Oh, couldn't stay away, eh?

- It's the ambiance.

Hey Alice, nobody's
been here to pick up

that other hazchem package, have they?

- No, not yet.

Why, is there a problem?

- Sort of.

There it is.

Look, there's been a bit of a mix up.

That other couple, they
picked up the wrong box.

- Alec and Liz?

- What you know 'em?

- Well around here
everyone knows everyone.

- You wouldn't be heading out
that way today, would you?

- Well I wasn't planning
on it, but you'd like me

to take the right box out
to them, wouldn't you?

- I'd owe you.

- Oh, anything for a good sort.

- God bless you.

Okay, see you, Alice.

Thanks.

- Hi Dave.

- Alice.

That must be mine, I think.

- Oh, let's have a look.

Yup.

- Well lucky I swapped those boxes out,

hey Blake my old mate.

I told you I could
pick a crim, didn't I?

- Couple of times, yeah.

- Oh, I knew the moment
I laid eyes on him.

If I hadn't had such a,
what should we call it?

Intuitive genius.

Well that nice old couple
would've had the federal police

around them in the morning.

- You're a legend.

- Yeah, if only more
people understood that.

- There's not much point
in straining, love.

Here.

- Thank you.

Is he still out of it?

- He's almost sane.

Making phone calls,
taking care of business.

So, what do you reckon?

You like it?

- Yeah.

Is it all your own work?

- Yeah.

Gonna make some money off it one day.

- Yeah.

- There's a market for this
stupid stuff, you know.

Plazas, parks, that sort of thing.

- So I don't get it.

What's the connection between you two?

- He's me mate.

He does his thing.

I do mine.

He owns the place.

He lets me stay here.

And there's plenty of room for me work.

Can't complain.

- So what does he get out of it?

- I look after the place sort of.

Look after him, too,
sometimes when he's here.

Someone has to help him
look after his life.

You know what junkies are like.

- Yeah.

Excuse me.

What's he gonna do with me?

- To be honest, not even he knows yet,

but I'll keep you posted.

- There she blows.

Take a good look, Blake.

Dave Gordon's country drug emporium.

- Pretty small property.

- Deceptively small.

It's probably a network of
tunnels and bunkers underground.

- You reckon?

- No, it was just a joke, Blake.

I was just you know trying
to lighten up the tedium

of our humdrum existence.

- Echo whiskey Victor,
this is big sky base.

- Echo whiskey, go 'head big sky.

- Listen guys, I just received a call

from a pharmaceutical Dave
Gordon and he was complaining

'cause he didn't receive his mail yet.

Do you guys know anything about that?

- Negative, big sky.

- All right, I was just checking

because you know he was expecting

a container of sodium cyanide.

Anyway, hurry up home, jimbo.

Big sky base.

- I think we can reasonably conclude

that your mister big is
not a drug dealer at all.

- I mean, he had such beady eyes.

- I think it's fair to say
that if he's got the heroin,

you've delivered cyanide
to that nice couple.

- It also means they were
really picking up the heroin.

We gotta get back and
switch that package.

I mean, we gotta un-switch the package.

Well, you know what I mean.

I think we should get
back to Murray flat.

- We just better hope the other people

don't try flushing the
cyanide down the toilet.

- Why's that?

- Well you mix that with
water and you get armor gas.

It touches itself to your blood cells

and it asphyxiates you.

- That's bad.

- It's death in minutes.

- I think we'll be murderers.

- Everything okay?

- I think so.

We've got two planes on the way back,

but I still can't reach Paula.

- Try her again.

- November kilo foxtrot,
this is big sky base.

Come in, Paula.

November kilo foxtrot,
this is big sky base.

Come in, Paula.

- Where you going, mack?

- I've got a couple deliveries to do.

Won't take long.

- Hope I'm coming to town with ya.

Got a couple oxy bottles
they need refills for.

- What about the blonde?

Who's gonna keep an eye on her?

- She's not going anywhere.

- Go on, get it.

Quick.

- Hey.

The rats aren't bothering
you, are they?

- What rats?

- All right, suppose you
can't see them in the dark,

but your legs are free.

You'll be able to kick them away

if they start bothering you.

- Look, someone's gonna come
looking for me sooner or later.

You can't keep me tied
up here, you know.

- Might be better than the alternative.

Look, I'm sorry, love.

There's nothing much I can do about it.

Mack can be sort of a
mad bastard sometimes.

- But you wouldn't let him.

Would you?

- Look, I'll do my best, but
it's not gonna be too good.

- Alice.

- Three times in one day.

What have I done to deserve this?

- Alice, you gotta help us.

You know that package we
brought round before?

- Yeah, I just dropped it off.

- It's the wrong box.

- The wrong box?

- I wish you guys would
make up your mind.

- Alice, you gotta help us.

Can we borrow your car?

- Be my guest.

And you two, make sure
you look after it.

- No worries.

- Echo whiskey Victor,
this is big sky base.

You there, jimbo?

Echo whiskey Victor,
this is big sky base.

Are you there, jimbo?

- Do you wanna go for a swim?

- You serious?

- Why not?

Look at this place.

How can we not go for a swim?

That would be perverse.

- Well I'm game if you are.

- You first.

- It's funny, you didn't
strike me as the bashful type.

- I'm not.

- Chris, a sargent
Thomas from wayland's

on the phone for you.

- Wayland?

That's where Paula was going.

Chris manning.

What can I do for you, sargent?

Yes, that's one of ours.

We had a delivery scheduled
for there earlier in the day.

No, I haven't heard from the
pilot since she arrived.

I see.

No, it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Just a normal delivery.

Okay thanks.

Yes, please keep us informed.

- What?

- Paula's aircraft's been
found sitting unattended

on the airstrip in wayland.

It's been there for at least a
couple of hours apparently.

- Where would she have gone?

- No idea.

I'm gonna go up there.

- Oh Chris, what are
you gonna do about it?

- I don't know.

Get hold of lightfoot
if you can find him.

Get him to check out
his list of suspects.

- Come on, mack.

You can't do that.

- She's got a big mouth.

She's gotta, simmo.

- It's not worth it, mate.

- We got no choice.

We got a good setup here and
you don't wanna stop that

just as much as me.

- Yeah, but there's got
to be a better way.

- No one saw her come here.

They'll never find her.

- Shit.

- Yes.

Yes, Shay, I understand.

I'll contact the wayland
police direct with the names.

Yeah.

No look, it's gonna be okay.

I need to speak to klenner.

Right away.

- Okay, it's gotta be done, I'll do it.

Okay?

You'll just muck it up.

Give me the gun.

Come on, give me the gun.

- Don't.

Please.

- I could use a serious drink.

You look like you could
use something, too.

- We should really get going soon.

- Do we have to?

- Yeah, eventually.

- Did you think this was gonna happen?

- Not at first.

- I did.

Well no, I hoped it would.

- Really?

Since when?

- Since I first saw you.

- For real?

- I love that how boys are
so much dumber than girls

when it comes to things like this.

Are you glad?

- Yeah.

- Oh.

Hello.

- Bet you didn't think
you'd see us again.

- No.

Well, can I help you?

Alice has brought us our
package around, you know.

- Except it's the wrong one.

- What?

- What's going on?

- I don't know.

- Well, what you thought was
what you thought was actually.

Well see, what we thought was what.

I mean, what I thought was...

- The box we gave you contains cyanide.

- Cyanide?

- Can we talk about
this inside, please?

- Yes, come.

- Yes klenner, your
information has been helpful.

- Well, I'm thrilled and
delighted for you, lightfoot.

Now it's your turn.

- It doesn't mean a thing to
me if that pilot gets hurt.

- Hey, don't blame me
because some stupid tart

screwed things up for you.

- The names, klenner.

What are their names?

- What's the name of that place again?

- Wayland Wheeler.

- Don't even know where it is.

How am I supposed to
remember the names of people

that work for me there?

- Because you never forget anything?

Unlike me.

- What do you mean by that?

- Sometimes make a deal with people.

Can't remember anything about it.

- You wouldn't, you bastard.

- Did we have a deal?

Did we?

- No guarantees.

- Thanks, George.

- Wayland.

Wayland.

- Although I am curious.

You don't seem like the run
of the mill heroin dealers.

- No, we're not.

- But you're dealing drugs.

- It's not that simple.

We're doing it for our daughter, Allie.

- About a year ago we
had to make a decision.

We hadn't seen Allie for
two or three years.

Then we found her on the
streets in kings cross.

She was sick.

She was filthy dirty.

- And she was pregnant.

- If we left her there,

nor Allie nor her baby
could've survived.

- We tried to get her on
the mend again program,

but it doesn't work for her.

She's okay as long as
we're looking after her

and we keep her supplied.

- We love our daughter,
we love our grandson,

and we were at our wit's end.

It was the only way we could
find to look after them.

To keep them both with us.

- Are you going to
report us to the police?

- Well, what would happen if we did?

- Suppose we'd go to jail.

We'd lose the house.

- We'd lose Allie.

She'd be back on the streets.

Prostitute herself.

The baby would probably
go into a foster home.

- We're only trying to
save our daughter's life.

- What do you reckon?

- I think we should get that cyanide

to its rightful owner asap.

Okay, let's get this mess
sorted out once and for all.

Let's get our box back
and get out of here.

- Yeah, good idea.

- Big sky base.

Are you there, Chris?

- Charlie tango delta.

Shay give you the news?

- Yeah, we're sorting that out.

- Yeah, well we better
be 'cause at lost count,

I'm three aircraft and
five pilots down.

Paula's a bit worth it.

- Yes, I understand.

I've already passed onto
the local police the names

of the three suspects in wayland.

One's been out of the
country for a month.

The other one checked out.

He's clean.

Chris, can you be at wayland
airstrip in 10 minutes?

If you can, you can go
with the local police

when they check out the third suspect.

His name is mclachlan.

- Be there in five.

- Good.

- This mclachlan.

Is he dangerous?

- I don't know.

- What do you think
lightfoot's gonna say

when we get back to this?

- I don't know.

We got this couple into
enough trouble as it is.

They're just gonna have to
work out some other way

to solve their problems now.

- Maybe they'll just
throw the stuff away.

Say the tracking device was fine.

- Yeah, we'll think of something.

- Do you think you could ever
do what Alec and Liz did?

You know, risk everything
for the kid like that?

- Well, if there was nothing
else I could do, yeah.

Sure I would.

I'd do whatever I had to do for Max.

- In a perfect world, jimbo.

- That's a bit philosophical
for you, Blake.

- Maybe you just don't know me
as well as you think you do.

- How far is it?

- Just a couple of k's.

Won't take us long to get there.

Let's go.

That shed up there.

It's on fire.

Somebody check inside that shed.

You two round the back.

- Paula.

Paula, you in here?

- What are you doing?

- Hey.

All my art work is there.

- You can go in and get it if you like.

- You took your time, boss.

- Thanks, Ted.

Sounds like you got there just in time.

Yeah, I'll be in touch with
the background you'll need

for the charges against mclachlan.

Yeah good, aren't I?

- Mister lightfoot, is
Paula gonna be okay?

- Yeah apparently.

Look Shay, when Chris gets
back, no, it doesn't matter.

I've gotta be somewhere else.

I'll talk to him tomorrow.

- Hey, you all right?

- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, will be.

- Better get you home to bed.

Have a doctor take a look at you.

- It's my own fault, you know.

I shouldn't have opened my big mouth.

- Yeah well.

Those men are lucky they're
not facing a murder charge.

- It's just
one of those things.

- Just took a bit longer to...

- To get it working.

- The oil gauge.

Had a problem with the oil gauge.

- It's a pity you couldn't get
the radio working really.

Isn't it?

- Well yeah, it's
probably related there

for like an electrical problem.

- Afternoon all.

How'd it go for you?

- Really good.

- Apparently.

That's funny.

There was no mention of
any electrical storm

in the weather report.

- No mention?

Oh, it was a beauty.

Wasn't it, Blake?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Came out of nowhere.

- I mean, the radio was just
knocked out completely.

Right, Blake?

Yeah.

- Shay, can you organize a cab
to take Paula home, please?

- Sure.

She okay?

- Well, she's had better days.

She'll survive.

What's going on?

- Yeah, yeah, that's
what I'd like to know.

Yeah, Paula.

- What's that?

- You know what it is.

You know.

- What's it doing back here, you goose?

- Well...

- The thing is no one claimed it.

- Yeah nobody.

We dropped it off, you know.

Like we were waiting there.

Nobody like turned up to pick it up.

So we like put our heads together
and thought probably best

if we just you know brought it home.

- And what am I supposed to do with it?

Where's lightfoot?

- He left as soon as he
found out you found Paula.

Do you wanna try?

- No, take it back to customs myself.

Don't want it hanging around here

any longer than it needs to.

I'm not happy, boys.

I want you and you and Scotty and Rosie

in my office first thing in
the morning for a debrief.

- No worries.

Thanks.

- Excuse me, mate, I need
to talk to lightfoot.

- I'm sorry.

Who did you want to see?

- Lightfoot.

Is he in?

- I don't think I know
a mister lightfoot.

- Can I speak to your boss?

- Oh, I'm grace Mitchell.

Thanks.

Can I help you?

- Yes, I'm looking for
mister lightfoot.

- There is no mister
lightfoot here, mister.

- Mister manning.

Chris manning.

I'm the general manager
of big sky aviation.

My company has a contract with him.

- I see.

- So where is he?

- Mister manning, I don't know
what you're talking about.

- That's very convincing.

I'd like to speak to somebody

who is authorized to
answer my questions

and is not gonna try to fog me off

like I'm some kind of idiot.

- Well, I'm the head of
strategic operations

and I am authorized to
answer any question

that you may put to me as
long as I know the answer.

- Mister lightfoot has
engaged my company

to do special surveillance operations

and I know he works here.

- Well that's very interesting,

but I assure you there's no
one here called lightfoot.

- Look, maybe you just
don't know what he does.

Is there somebody else?

- Mister manning, if
there was someone here

who could answer your questions,
I would be that someone.

- And you've never...

- I'm sorry I can't help you,

but neither I nor anyone
at the customs department

know anything about this lightfoot.

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