Peter Ian Staker
[on the phone, politely]
Morning, the swan's escaped.
Nicholas Angel
[looking around the office, certain it is a prank]
The swan's escaped. Right, and where has the swan escaped from, exactly?
Peter Ian Staker
The castle.
Nicholas Angel
Oh yeah, and who might you be?
Peter Ian Staker
Mr. Staker. Mr. Peter Ian Staker.
Nicholas Angel
[cut to Angel, standing outside the castle in front of Peter Ian Staker]
Yes Mr. Staker, we'll do everything we can. Can you describe it?
Peter Ian Staker
It's about two-feet tall, long slender neck, kinda orange and black bill...
Nicholas Angel
Anything else?
Peter Ian Staker
Well... it's a swan.
