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Private.
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Fella.
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- What's this? - It's the wanted cards, mate.
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Nab one of those faces, pay-out will set you up for life.
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- This one looks like you. - What?
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Cheers, mate.
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Christ, six weeks on a bloody ship.
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- Tell me about it. - Yeah.
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Gentlemen, do I have your attention?
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Kenneth Bratton.