(Returning to his car, Owen spots a young man.)

OWEN: Bernie Harris.

(He chases him through the streets.)

MARGARET: We're in Cardiff. London doesn't care. The South Wales coast could fall into the sea and they wouldn't notice. Oh. I sound like a Welshman. God help me, I've gone native.

VORG: Our purpose is to amuse, simply to amuse. Nothing serious, nothing political.