Sayonara, Mr. Governor.
Their plans...are not proceeding apace.
"Bloody hell," Beckett murmurs, surveying what's left of the latest ship, "there's nothing left."
Mercer observes, "Jones is a loose cannon, sir."
There's a long pause: Lord Cutler Beckett is thinking. Finally: "Fetch the chest."
"And the governor?" Beckett looks over his shoulder at Mercer. "He's been asking questions about the heart.
Beckett's eyes narrow. "Does he know?"
Silence from Mercer is, apparently, a yes.
"Then perhaps," Beckett says peaceably, "his usefulness has run its course."
"Bloody hell," Beckett murmurs, surveying what's left of the latest ship, "there's nothing left."
Mercer observes, "Jones is a loose cannon, sir."
There's a long pause: Lord Cutler Beckett is thinking. Finally: "Fetch the chest."
"And the governor?" Beckett looks over his shoulder at Mercer. "He's been asking questions about the heart.
Beckett's eyes narrow. "Does he know?"
Silence from Mercer is, apparently, a yes.
"Then perhaps," Beckett says peaceably, "his usefulness has run its course."