You're coming to a wooden bridge.

That's the beauty of it. Wooden bridge?

MAN: You are coming to wooden bridge.

WALTER: Wooden bridge, huh? Throw them the money, Walter.

He's crossed the wooden bridge, heading towards Dalgate, Sir-ji.

Then come to the old wooden bridge, and I see this ...

At the wooden bridge we throw the money out of the car.

Sweet, isn't it? A snow-covered field, a wooden bridge, a pink house.

A snow-covered field... ...a green cricket pitch... ...a wooden bridge...

There is no fuckin' hand-off, man. At the wooden bridge, we throw the money out of the car.