Crouch: Really? (Looks at his shoes) Did you tread in something, Sir?Lord Septic: The night you fool. It·s a foul and filthy night.Crouch: Very nasty, Lord Septic.Lord Septic: Angry.Crouch: Mmmm.Lord Septic: Very angry.Crouch:Mmmm.Lord Septic: This fog is so thick. I hate nights like this. I can·t see a thing out there. It·s as thick as«Crouch: Pea soup, sir. Very thick pea soup.Lord Septic: I can·t even see the railway track.Crouch: Don·t get too near the edge of the platform, sir.Lord Septic: If this train doesn·t come soon, I·ll sack the driver. I·ll sack everyone. After all, next week I·ll own thisrailway line.Crouch: Indeed, sir. Most true, your ever-so big lordship.Lord Septic: Nothing can stop me now. I·m just a step away. Do you know what I·m just a step away from, you fool?Crouch: Yes. The edge of the platform, sir. Be careful, sir.Lord Septic: No, you fool! Power, Money, Fame. I·ll be the richest man in the land. And do you know why?Crouch: Because you·ll own the biggest train set ever.Lord Septic: Because I will find the Gatsby Gold. It·s hidden somewhere along this line. I·ll dig up the track. I·ll look underevery sleeper. I·ll search every station. One day, it will be mine. All mine. At last« And nothing will get inmy way.(He trips over Crouch). Get out of my way you fool.Crouch: Most sorry. Very sorry. Really sorry, sir.Lord Septic: Shut up, you twisted fool. Just stay here and tell me when the train comes. You know what tonight is, don·tyou?Crouch: Oh yes sir. It·s cold, sir.Lord Septic: Try the letter ¶F·, Crouch.Crouch: The letter ¶F· Sir?Lord Septic: Tonight is an ¶F· night.Crouch: Err« Frosty?Lord Septic: Try again.Crouch: I·m not very good with letters sir.Lord Septic: ¶F· Crouch. Tonight is an ¶F· night. Got it?Crouch: Yes sir. It·s a freezing, filthy, frosty, foggy, foul night. That·s a lot of ¶F·s.Lord Septic: It·s a FRIDAY night Crouch. And you know what that means.Crouch: Of course, sir. It means tomorrow is Saturday.Lord Septic: You fool! I know that. It means I need to go back to my country castle. I have a hunting party. I need to kill.My wife is waiting.Crouch: Your wife? Clora? You want to kill your wife sir?Lord Septic: No, I don·t want to kill her. But it·s not a bad idea either.( Lord Septic and Crouch·s conversation stopped when a girl appears out of nowhere.)Lord Septic: A flower seller. I don·t want any beggars on my platform. Tell her to go or I shall kill her.Crouch: Leave it to me sir. I shall enjoy this. At last, I have some power (evil laugh)Lord Septic: Don·t make a mess!Rose: Hello?Crouch: What do you think you·re doing?Rose: Would you like a few lovely flowers, sir? Only a penny a bunch.Crouch: Shut up. Clear off. Get lost.