Manfred walked in a few minutes later with Chester and Sir Ben Kingsley began to laugh.
"He looks like me?" he said. "Ha! Oh yes, I suppose a bit," he said shaking his head and looking away.
"Oh indeed by jove sir! What a wonderfulness to meet you here in the flesh!" cried Manfred in his typical Ghandi-like fashion. "Why did Sahib tackle you in the dirt?"
"He thought I was you and that I was attacking Ms. Connelly here," Kinglsey said calmly.
"Oh No Sir!" Manfred said defiantly. "I would never disturb Ms. Connelly. "I JUST bring the car around." Then Manfred lifted up his pant legs and began to hop around doing a little dance around the living room chanting "Ghandi-Gee, Ghandi-Gee! Ghandi-Gee!!"
Mac looked away in disgust. Connelly looked down at her feet. Chester put his hand on his billy-club. Kingsley stood up.
"Well I think we have all had enough," Kingsley said.
"Manfred?"
"Yes, Ghandi-Gee?"
"If you would be so kind I would like you to take this gentleman home safely. We will explain to the police that it was a misunderstanding."
"Yes, Sahib," Manfred said grinning.
"And now you must go and we will go," Kingsley said steady. "Later today I have to put a plastic bag over my head and suffocate. I feel quite prepared to do that scene now."
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De-briefing...
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