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Met Sergeant:
Hello, Nicholas.

Nicholas Angel:
Hello, Sergeant.

Met Sergeant:
How's the hand?

Nicholas Angel:
Still a bit stiff.

Met Sergeant:
It can get awfully hairy out there. I'm surprised you weren't snapped up sooner for a nice desk job, that's what I did.

Nicholas Angel:
I like to think of my office as out on the street.

Met Sergeant:
Indeed you do. Your arrest record is 400% higher than any other officer, which is high time such...skills were put to better use. We're making you Sergeant.

Nicholas Angel:
(grinning slightly) I see.

Met Sergeant:
(quickly and quietly) In Sandford, Gloucestershire.

Nicholas Angel:
In where sorry?

Met Sergeant:
In Sandford, Gloucestershire.

Nicholas Angel:
But that's... in the country.

Met Sergeant:
Yes! Lovely.

Nicholas Angel:
Isn't there a Sergeant's position here in London?

Met Sergeant:
No.

Nicholas Angel:
Can I remain here as a PC?

Met Sergeant:
No.

Nicholas Angel:
Do I have any choice in this?

Met Sergeant:
Neewww.

Nicholas Angel:
Sergeant, I kinda like it here.

Met Sergeant:
Well, you've always wanted a transfer to the country.

Nicholas Angel:
In twenty years or so, yes.

Met Sergeant:
Well done you.