Twisted Nerve (1968) - full transcript

Ladies and gentlemen,

in view of the controversy

already aroused,

the producers of this film

wish to re-emphasise

what is already stated in the film,

that there is no established

scientific connection

between Mongolism

and psychotic or criminal behaviour.

Right, come on, Pete-boy,

here we go...

You ready?

- Yes.

- Catch!

Very good!

Right, your turn now then.

- Ok?

- Yes.

Hello... you wanna

play with us?

- Yeah.

- Alright...

you stand over there,

I'll take you both on.

Tommy!

Oh, Tommy... Mummy's

got to go now.

- I'm so sorry.

- Ok.

- Come on, the bell's gone.

- Too bad, Pete.

Back soon. We'll have

another go, ok?

Take it easy, boy.

Don't do anything

I wouldn't do.

Uhh!

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye. Thank you.

Hello, Martin.

- Want a word?

- Yeah, thanks.

Come on in then.

Let's have some coffee, Jack.

Putting on a bit of

weight, isn't he?

Huh. Too much chocolate.

They all spoil him.

And why not?

Anything he needs?

Well you can bring some rubber

nappies next time if you like.

Thanks, Jack.

Can't have too many of those.

We never managed to get him

house-trained, for some reason.

Thanks.

Hasn't got much

longer, has he?

Well he's already had

longer than most, Martin.

- Should I get mother down?

- No, no...

he wouldn't know her,

not after all this time.

Only disturb her.

Wouldn't help him.

He'd miss me though,

wouldn't he?

Ahh, you're part

of a pattern.

He expects you.

Tell me, how are things

at home, Martin?

Fine!

No, leave it.

It doesn't matter.

Well, better be

getting back.

Sorry about the cup.

Thanks.

Martin...

How about you...

how are you getting on?

Me?

That's the stuff!

Bye.

How does this one work?

How much is the

Moon Explorer?

Thirty-nine and

eleven, miss.

Oh lord, that's

far too much.

- I'll take one of these.

- Thank you.

Twenty-five shillings.

There's your receipt.

Here we are, miss.

Thank you.

Just a moment, you two.

- Me?

- Both of you.

Would you mind coming to

the manager's office, please.

Alright, then.

Perhaps you two would

care to explain?

Explain what?

The toys you have

in your possession.

I bought a toy...

I paid for it...

and here's the receipt.

Yes we know.

And while you kept

the assistant busy, your...

boyfriend here...

put another toy in his pocket

and didn't pay for it.

Boyfriend?!

I've never seen him

before in my life!

They do know each

other, Mr Goss.

That's right. We saw the

looks they exchanged.

You know, you'll find

it much easier...

if you make a clean

breast of it.

I tell you, he's a

complete stranger!

Well don't just sit

there... tell them!

Please.

Hmm... we know

what he'll say.

Here it is, Mr Goss.

In his pocket.

Now then, young man...

before I call the police...

what have you to say?

Georgie likes ducks.

Never meant to take it.

He forgot.

Absent minded, eh?

So your name's

Georgie, is it?

And your friend here,

what's her name?

Georgie has no friends.

Georgie wants to

go home now.

I dare say he does...

but let's see what he's got

in the other pocket first.

Look, I think there's been some

kind of a mistake, don't you?

I'm sorry you've been

involved in this, miss.

If I could have your

name and address.

Yes, of course.

Susan Harper...

17, Richmond Grove.

You will let him go, won't you?

I shall have to report it, miss.

Oh, for a two and

sixpenny toy?

Surely, if I pay for it?

- Well you don't have to, miss.

- No, I'd like to, please.

- Here.

- Thank you.

It's very good of you.

Georgie...

This is yours, now.

So sorry, madam.

Most unfortunate.

Thank you.

A toy duck. How about that?

Now tell me, why in God's name

does he have to steal a toy duck?!

Wish I knew, Darling.

Are you sure?

I mean...

wh.. wh.. what's gone wrong?

- Is it my fault?

- No, of course not.

If anybody's to blame it's me...

I've spoilt him.

And I've helped you.

You've been wonderful.

If he'd been your own son...

I've have done a

damn sight less!

I mean it isn't as

if he's stupid.

What did his tutor

at Oxford say...

'Could be brilliant'.

What happens?

- Gets himself sent down.

- Darling, he did explain.

Oh, he always explains.

Look at those jobs I found him...

how long did he keep them?

Not everyone's cut out

for a stockbroker's office.

Then what is he

cut out for?

He was keen on farming...

where did that get us?

Christopher takes him on,

within twenty-four hours...

young Pamela runs

screaming to her mother...

where did they find him...

stark naked in

her bedroom!

Be fair, Henry... no girl

is that innocent.

She must have given

him some encouragement.

I tell you, Enid...

if we don't teach him,

I know who will...

the police.

- I'll talk to him.

- No!

There'll be no

more talking.

This time something's

gotta be done.

And I'm gonna do it!

Now, how about that...

there you are

you see... typical!

Comes creeping in,

sneaks upstairs...

disappears without

a word!

I'd like to know what

he does up there...

day after day,

with a door locked!

Now come along, Martin...

your father says

you're to get up.

And give me that...

it's going to be

thrown out.

But you gave

it to me!

You were in nappies once...

you don't still need

them, do you?

No, Mummy...

I don't.

And all this other junk...

that's going too.

You've just to to grow up!

Marty, Darling...

here...

What made you

take it, Marty?

This?

Well... he'll have

fun with this.

But you could have

paid for it.

I was going to.

Cow of a store detective

never game me a chance!

Honest, Mummy.

Oh, Darling, is

that a spot?

Hmm?

Oh, you've got such

a lovely skin.

Must take care of it.

Yup...

I do.

I wish you wouldn't

go down there.

Disturbs you.

Does it?

Ghastly place!

You put 'im there.

It hasn't done his bladder

much good, I can tell you that.

- That's cruel, Marty!

- It's the truth.

- He's happier there!

- Is he?

Of course he is!

Anyway, I had your future

to think about.

Oh, I know...

Pete would have been

a bit of a handicap...

in the marriage stakes,

wouldn't he?

You might never have made it.

Oh, stop it, Martin!

Don't worry, Mum...

it's our secret.

I'll never tell the

old bastard.

Stop it, I say!

- Your father...

- That's not my father!

Mine's six feet under in

Putney... chasing worms!

And from what I

remember of 'im...

they'll be enjoying

his company.

Martin, I sometimes wonder...

whether you feel anything

for anybody.

'Cept you, Mummy.

Ok... all yours.

Yes... you're right.

Have you got the time?

Yes, ten-past nine.

Oh, goodness...

I am late.

Ere... got any change, mate?

And the best of British

luck to you too!

- See you, bye.

- Yes, see you this evening.

Come along, all inside.

Hold tight.

He, he, he.

Here we are...

how 'bout this?

'The Tower of London'?

Get off! That's

history, innit?!

Well, that's blood-thirsty enough.

Even for you, Johnny.

Any girls in it?

Well there's Lady Jane Grey.

She gets the chopper.

I'd rather 'ave Lady

Chatterley.

Mmm, I bet you would!

But you take this...

you'll like it, I promise you.

Thank you.

- There you are.

- Thanks.

- See ya!

- Goodbye, doll!

Bye.

Yes, please?

Hello.

Georgie!

Hello!

What are you doing here?

What's this for?

The duck.

But I told you... that

was a present.

A... present for you.

For me?

Oh, thank you, Georgie!

Thank you, very much!

But how did you find me?

Followed you.

Where from?

Your home.

But if you were there,

why didn't I see you?

There was a black man

with you.

Oh, Shashie.

He's a 'P.G.'

A 'Paying Guest', he

lives with us.

Does he take you

to the cinema?

He hasn't yet...

he might.

Georgie could take you!

Oh... well...

that's very sweet of

you, Georgie, but I can't.

Honestly, I have

to work at night.

Here?

At home... for my exams.

I want to be a

teacher, Georgie.

Oh.

Look, you can't

go around like that...

Here, let me.

Take these, Miss Harper.

Look...

I don't know whether you're

dressing or undressing your friend...

but I do wish you wouldn't

do it in the public library!

Sorry, Georgie.

I must get on with

my work now, really.

Goodbye.

Thank you for the chocolates.

Please.

Can't Georgie have a book?

About animals.

Of course you can.

Come on, we'll find one.

Got your ticket?

No.

Oh...

Where do you live, Georgie?

In hotels... in London.

With my Daddy.

I tell you what...

I'll take it out in my name...

and when you've finished,

bring it back.

But be sure you do or

I'll get into trouble.

Ok?

Yes...

Susan.

What a load of crap!

Martin!

Martin!

Oh...

Come down a

moment, please.

Come in, lad... sit down.

I've good news for you...

you're off to Australia, Perth...

in about three

weeks time.

Am I?

Yes. I've spoken to

our people...

they fixed a job for you.

Sheep farming.

Oh, what you make of

the job is up to you.

I see.

Everything's settled

then, is it?

Yes...

air ticket, passport.

Your permit will be through

in a few days time.

Oh, you'll need clothes of course,

but get 'em out there.

I'll pay.

And Mum?

She heard the good news?

She has...

Upset?

Buckets of tears?

She's upset, of course...

but, she agrees.

Of course.

Always upset,

always agrees.

I want none of that...

this is for your good!

Mine? Not yours?

Or hers?

Martin...

the one thing in the world

your Mother most wants...

is a man out of you!

Now, don't you give

a damn about that?

Her happiness?

What do you think?

I'll tell you what I think...

I think the most worrying

thing about you is...

that you haven't got

a single friend.

Not one!

- Haven't I?

- Well who?

Come on, tell me... who!?

Wouldn't you like to know.

And now it's about time

I let you into a little secret...

You mind?

You... can't send

me anywhere!

Can't I?

No.

I've over twenty-one.

Then it's bloody well

time you acted like it!

So I'm not going.

But thanks for the offer.

Well you're not

staying either.

How about that!?

Here...

you can try starting

as I did...

with fifty pounds.

Lets see how far you get.

Now... pack up!

Go on!

I want you out of this

house by tomorrow.

Ok.

And I may need this.

Thanks.

Dad.

Tomorrow... you

understand?!

Keep the change.

Face it, Enid...

he's not normal.

Now, where the devil did

I put those cufflinks?

Oh, it's alright, here

they are.

He should have seen

that psychiatrist...

when I wanted him to.

Please, God...

Oh, thank you, sir.

Belgravia, 00102, please.

- Your Belgravia number, sir.

- Thanks.

Hello, Mummy? This

is Martin.

Oh, Marty, Darling...

thank God you phoned!

Where are you?

London Airport.

What are you doing there?

Listen Mummy, I'm off

to Paris in a few minutes.

Paris?!

Mummy, listen.

I had a row with

Dad last night.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry, Mummy. He was

right. I was wrong.

Tell him I am going

to Australia...

if that's what he wants.

Oh... Darling, of course!

Must go now, flight's

been called.

I'll be back in... two

weeks. Ok?

But Marty, Darling...

tell me, why Paris?

What made you...

I'll write you, Mummy.

Goodbye.

Silly old cow!

I want this posted

for me in Paris.

Any ideas?

- Full of them, sir.

- Know anyone going today?

- You leave it to me, Mr Clifford.

- Thanks.

You know... bit of

bird trouble.

Supposed to be there...

rather be here.

We've all been

through it, sir.

Don't worry, it's

on it's way.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

I want you to send

some flowers for me.

Where to, sir?

Seventeen, Richmond Grove.

Well it's clear enough...

'With thanks for all your

kindness', James Clifford.

But I've never even

heard of him.

You must have.

One of the boys from

the university?

Roses? That lot?

I know what they expect

for a bar of chocolate!

What, and don't they

ever get it then, love?

Or don't you like

chocolate?

Not even a little nibble?

He, he, he.

Roses then, eh?

I'll begin to hear the

patter of tiny feet.

Ha, ha. All I can hear is the

patter of tiny minds!

Ha, ha, ha, ha...

Still... it's 'ere to

stay, you know.

So you keep reminding us.

Well why not?

It's on me mind, love.

It's like I keep telling these

long-haired directors...

if you want me to sell your

crummy films, I say...

you've gotta give it a

a good dose of 'S and V'.

That's what the public wants.

Sex and violence.

Cartoon, ice cream,

the old 'S and V'...

and they're happy.

What do you say

Professor?

- Me, Mr Henderson?

- Yeah.

Ah...

well in my country,

'S and V' used to mean...

- 'Shoot the Viceroy'.

- Ha, ha, ha.

Today it means a

population explosion...

and food riots.

And both seem to call forward

a strength, Mr Henderson.

A rare quality.

Yeah, maybe.

But I tell you one thing...

you'll never make

it unpopular!

Ha, ha, ha.

Oh well, if you'll excuse

me, Mrs Harper...

I have some studies.

Of course. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Goodnight, Susan.

Goodnight, Shashie.

You can't really talk

to them, can you?

No sense of humour.

Don't be discouraged...

He's probably up there

laughing his head off.

Mmm...

chilly!

Yes, well I think I'll, erm...

I'll bowl down the local and

have one with the lads.

Coming?

See you later, then.

Did you have to?

What?

Make him feel small?

He is small, Mum!

He's awful.

He is human, and

he pays.

He gets good value.

What do you mean

by that?

Oh, Mum...

Well come on, what?

Now look here, Susan...

you come home three

times a year...

and I tell you, I'm very glad of

a little company in this house.

Someone with a

little life.

Alright, so he enjoys

a good laugh...

what's wrong with that?

Look, Mum... I don't give a damn

what he enjoys in this house,

or on the house, for

that matter.

The only thing on

this house, my girl...

is your education.

I'd have sold this damn

barn of a place years ago...

if it hadn't been for that.

I know, Mum.

I'm sorry.

Only one more year.

That's all.

Yeah... then what?

Forty, snotty-nosed little

kids to look after.

Big deal!

Hmm. Big enough.

And not for you.

With your face, and

your figure...

you could be a model.

Ahh, now... look at that

Twiggy and The Shrimp.

More like a couple

of growing boys...

and they made

a fortune!

Well I'm more like

a growing girl...

so I couldn't, could I?

I think I'll take

these up with me.

You won't want to take books

to bed with you forever.

I was married when

I was your age.

I know. Was a

love-match wasn't it.

'Til someone blew it out.

The only thing your father

ever blew were his chances.

He didn't have

to go to Africa.

He had a fine

practice here.

Well...

maybe he wanted something he

couldn't get on the National Health.

Yeah... black women!

And he wasn't very much good

with white, I can tell you that.

Oh Mum... be fair.

We both know why

he walked out.

If I had kicked your father

where he deserved...

he'd have never have

walked again!

Now, who on earth

can that be?

S'alright, I'll go.

Yes?

Hello.

Well... who do you want?

Susan, please.

Who is it?

It's for you.

Georgie!

What's this?

Well you better come in.

You're soaked.

Please.

Are you Susan's Mummy?

Yes... yes, I am.

Who are you?

Oh, this is Georgie.

Err... Clifford.

Oh... oh, so you're

the flower man?

No, Mum.

His father is.

Come here, Georgie.

Go in and sit by the fire

for a moment... will you?

Get dry.

Now who is he?

He looks a bit, erm...

Simple. That's all.

Here. Read this.

'Dear Susan Harper...'

'My son has told me

of your kindness...'

'and I am glad to hear

that he can stay with you...'

'as a paying guest.'

'He has money and

will be no trouble.'

'I shall be abroad for a week...'

'and hope to thank you

in person on my return.'

'In the meantime, I am

sending you some roses...'

'from Georgie and me.'

'Sincerely, James Clifford.'

'P.S. Bedtime

nine-thirty, please.'

Whh..at?

What on earth are you thinking

of, he can't stay here!

I never said he could!

Quick! Phone the hotel,

tell his father.

Yes.

Well I... I'm sorry,

mister, erm...

Georgie.

Georgie.

Well I'm sorry, Georgie...

I'm afraid you can't

stay with us...

we've nowhere to

put you.

You're like Susan...

you're pretty.

Erm...

where's your father

gone, Georgie?

Oh, do sit down.

Yes, that's right.

Mr James Clifford.

I'll just make sure...

one moment, madam.

Hello?

No madam, Mr Clifford

checked-out this morning.

Caught a plane

to Paris.

No, madam...

he never left

an address.

Oh. I see.

Thank you.

Gone.

Oh, dear.

And I've just

been telling Georgie...

we can't put him up,

there's no room.

Where will you go?

Georgie's alright.

We better 'phone

for a taxi.

You'll never get

one in this weather.

I... I can try.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Georgie.

I'm terribly sorry, Georgie...

but if only we'd

known earlier...

we could have arranged

something.

And if only your father

had 'phoned yesterday...

or the day before...

I'm sure we could have

managed something, but...

but at this short notice,

absolutely impossible.

There isn't an empty

bed in the house.

Oh dear, just look

at that rain!

I really am so

terribly sorry.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Mum, we can't!

Couldn't he have

my old room?

I'm not getting lumbered.

Thank you very much!

But just for tonight,

couldn't he?

Are you out of

your mind?

What sort of father...

sends a boy like that...

to a place like this, that

he hasn't even seen?!

Well, for all he knows this

could be a brothel!

Oh, please. He'll be

no trouble, Mum. Please.

Oh, alright.

And if he wets the bed,

you wash the sheets!

Georgie!

Georgie!

Come on back!

We can't let you go

out in this weather.

Come on.

I'll take this.

Those cases must

be heavy.

Mum thinks we can

manage after all.

You're gonna have my old

room, right at the top.

It'll be in a bit of a

mess I expect.

But you won't mind

that, will you, Georgie?

Hang on a minute.

Thank you.

Sweet dreams.

Here we go.

You're supposed to be

in bed by now, aren't you?

Huh... you'll have to have

a hot bath first, though.

You're absolutely drenched!

Alright, Clarkie...

I heard you.

I was wondering...

I've been beating this going

longer than J. Arthur Rank!

Your breakfast's cold.

Sorry.

Good morning.

- Hello, Susan.

- Morning.

Hell, I'm late again!

Mr Groom's going to

take the pants off me.

What time will

that be, love?

For you, Mr Henderson?

A waste of time!

Ahh, what a shame.

Did mother tell you

about our visitor?

Yes, she did.

A bit soft, she said.

No... like a little boy.

If you see him, Shashie, be

nice to him, will you?

Yes, of course.

Oh, I must dash. Bye.

Bye.

Time somebody was

nice to her!

She'll be begging for it

by the time she's forty.

Late tonight, Clarkie.

Tell mum for me, will you?

I'll tell 'er you've 'ad

no breakfast!

Make sure you 'ave lunch.

Bye.

Oh... so you're Georgie.

Go and get your

breakfast.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Ah! Georgie!

Well, come on in, lad. Sit down.

We won't eat ya.

I'm Gerry and this

is the, err...

'The Professor'.

Mr Kumar.

Hello, Georgie.

He'll do the Indian Rope Trick

if you ask him nicely.

Tea of coffee, Georgie?

Tea, please.

Dad's in Paris, eh?

Yes.

- Seeing the sights.

- Yes.

I'll bet he is!

Oh, come on... eat

your egg up, boy.

That's it.

Specially laid by

Donald Duck.

Tea, Georgie.

Thank you.

You like the movies,

do you?

What about Batman?

'Batman is a Fatman'!

Oh, who do you

like then?

- Tarzan.

- Oh, Tarzan! Whoh...

- Yaeeahheyaa!

- Ha, ha, ha...

Alright... don't bust

a gut, mate!

Ha, ha, ha...

Well... err... yeah...

the Professor can tell

you all about Tarzan...

err, that's where he comes

from, the jungle.

Tarzan was the son of

an English Lord, Georgie.

- Was he?

- Mmm hmm.

Who else would want to

swing through trees...

with a bunch of

apes, hmm?

Get out of it!

Well, I must be off

to the hospital.

Bye, Georgie.

I'm off too.

- Burrrp!

- Ha, ha, ha...

Blimey...

you'll be alright, lad.

You... you just

keep laughing!

Oh, thank you. Can you

put them in the sink?

You don't have to do

that, you know?

Georgie can wash up.

So I can see.

Who taught you?

Mummy.

Where is she, Georgie?

Have you stripped the

boy's bed, Clarkie?

It's been made.

I thought you done it.

Made?

Room's a picture...

windows open, clothes

put away...

pyjamas under the pilla.

I wish the others were

as neat and tidy!

Georgie!

I'm just going shopping...

will you be alright?

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Georgie.

No reading in bed, mind.

Georgie!

Still here?

- Yes... 'night, Susan.

- Goodnight.

- Hello, Mum.

- Hello, Darling.

I thought he was going?

Oh, how could we.

You're quite right...

he'll be no trouble.

No trouble at all.

Henry, listen to this...

'Dear Mummy...'

'The flight was fine'

'and Paris is tr?s belle'.

Thank you.

'But will not stay here as I have

decided to travel around a bit.'

'Will write again soon.

Love, Marty.'

'P.S. I will be thinking

of Dad on Friday,'

'when he speaks at

the banker's dinner.'

Nah... how about that!

'Wish him luck, he

may need it!'.

Fancy remembering that.

- Yeah.

- In that sweet of him?

Very. Very.

Well, I suppose I better

learn the damn thing!

- More coffee, Darling?

- Yes, please.

'Your Royal Highness...'

'My Lord, My Lord Mayor...'

Young man...

the library has been closed

for the last ten minutes.

- I know.

- Well then...

Rat face.

Eh... what was that?!

Get lost!

- Goodnight, Mr Groom.

- I...

Bye, bye.

Think he's taken a

liking to you.

Yes. He has.

I got you that

book on Paris.

Hi... sexpot!

Philip!

I was gonna 'phone

you this evening.

Then I saved you the

money. Jump in.

Why, what's on?

Come on, don't

waste time.

Judy and Mac

are waiting.

- What for?

- Us.

Why?

They want to talk

about tomorrow.

So long, buster.

Oh, Georgie...

I am sorry.

Here, take this.

See you later.

What did I understand you

to say to me in there?

I said...

- get... stuffed!

- Huh!

Who's the pretty boy?

Yes he is rather,

isn't he?

Fancy him?

Ha, ha!

This is the centre

of Paris, Georgie.

I expect your father...

would be staying in one of

these hotels around here.

Look, Georgie...

here's the

Champs-Elys?es.

And there's the

Arc de Triomphe.

They built that after Napoleon

won all those battles.

And at the other end...

is the Place de

la Concorde...

and, err,

over here...

where is it?

Oh yes...

here, in Les Invalides...

is where they buried him.

- Georgie...

- Yes, Mummy?

Nine-thirty, Georgie.

Bedtime.

Oh.

And I'm gonna make

a cup of chocolate.

For me?

- If you want one.

- In bed?

Ha, ha! You're getting

spoiled, aren't you?

Goodnight.

Thought you might

like a cuppa.

Mmm, I would.

Medicine can be

rather dry stuff.

There you are then.

Thank you.

What's that?

I was just wondering.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Oh, it's you!

Having a race?

Winning?

Georgie always wins!

Good. Then come and

get your prize.

Now I lay me

down to sleep...

and pray the Lord

my soul to keep.

And if I die before

I w... wake...

I...

Pray the Lord

my soul to take.

Amen!

Don't spill it, will you?

Sweet dreams.

Hello, good evening,

from Manchester...

let's take a quick look

at some of the couples...

who'll be dancing

in this contest tonight...

between the North

and the South.

And first of all here,

couple number four...

the very popular

Martin Charles...

and his lovely

partner Barbara.

Now these two, they

were runners up last year...

so they must stand

a very good chance this time.

And that magnificent dress

that Barbara's wearing

(there's seventeen yards of

tulle in it, she tells me)

it's a combined effort of

Barbara and her Mum.

And I gather that Mum

sat up all night...

sewing on those hundreds

of sequins...

which set off the

whole ensemble.

Really quite something, I

think you'll agree.

Now then, let's watch

them for a moment...

as the contest opens

with... the waltz.

Susan!

It's Philip... quickly,

he's in a call box.

Damn!

Coming!

Bloody good speech H.D.

Never heard better!

Did you see the

Royal's face...

when I told the one about

the pony and the polo stick?

Did I? Everyone did!

Do you know

where I got it?

No?

My secretary.

Miss Pym?

Yes!

Sixty, if she's a day.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

How about that!

Here... here don't worry,

drop me at your place...

I can walk around

the corner.

- Sure?

- Quite.

Could do with a

spot of fresh air.

Right.

Thanks for the lift, H.D.

Great evening!

- Thanks again for the speech.

- Night, Tom.

- Goodnight.

- See you tomorrow.

Yes.

Hello, who's that?

Who is that?

That you, Johnson?

Guess again.

Oh, Martin.

You're back.

Well, what's happened...

you in trouble again?

I'm not.

Look, take that damn thing

out of my eyes, will you.

Here show me

the light switch.

Sure.

You are in trouble,

aren't you?

Come on, let's

get indoors.

Thought it was too

good to be true.

Hey! Dad!

Errrghh!

Ugh!

Argh!

Uh!

Err!

Ahh...

Uhh!

And how about...

that!

He, he, he...

01773268, Private

Henderson, Sir!

Alright girly...

I'm back.

Ready and willing.

Just hope I'm able.

You're late.

Please...

Hmm?

Gerry?

Who is it?!

Georgie!

What are you doing here?

Whad'ya want?

Bad men!

They bury Georgie

in the sand.

Couldn't breath!

It's alright.

It's alright, Georgie.

It's only a dream.

Quite safe now.

Mummy...

Georgie, you're burning!

Here...

You'll catch cold.

Lie still for a moment.

- Mmm...

- It's alright, it's alright...

Just lie still.

Joan?

Joan?!

Allo...

what's cooking?

Spot of the

dark meat, eh?

Joan!

Now then, Sue...

no hanky-panky in

the back seat!

You needn't worry, I shall

be in the front seat.

Well watch out for his hand

when he changes gear, then!

- Hi

- Ha, ha, ha.

Jump in.

Ah, good morning,

Mr Henderson.

Morning.

Most marvellous day,

is it not?

Yeah.

The night wasn't so

dusty either, was it?

The night?

What happened?

Eh?!

What happened?

Transcendental Meditation,

was it?

A little Yogi Pogi?

Or were you practicing all those

Oriental, spiritual exercises...

cross-legged on the floor?

Or 'somewhere'?!

Have you got her

on pot yet?

Pot?

Well, I'm sorry, I

don't think I understand.

You're a dark

one, you are.

Meaning what,

Mr Henderson?

Oh... no offence,

no offence.

No, no, I must say,

you had me fooled.

So you're getting a cut

off the joint as well, are you?

Cut off the joint?!

Come off it... from 'Lady

Bountiful' here.

Oh, Mr Henderson... I begin

to see what's on your mind!

It's not very gracious to

the lady concerned.

In any case, were

she like that...

I would like to

remind you that...

we Hindu's are forbidden

to eat cow.

Yours is just coming up

Mr Henderson.

Alright, love.

Mrs Harper's doing something

special for you son...

so sit down.

I wouldn't read that

if I was you.

Won't want to touch a

thing after that. Horrible!

Oh! Banker brutally

murdered.

'Henry Durnley found

stabbed'.

'Multiple stomach wounds'.

Banker, eh?

Well, that's closed

his account!

There's none of us safe these

days, if you ask me.

Not since they give

up hanging.

No, and we won't be

'til they bring it back either.

You mark my words!

Mind you, they say he might

be one of these...

oh, what do ya call 'em...

'Psychopratts'.

'Psychopaths', Mrs Clark?

That's it!

I don't give a damn what

his religion is... I'd top 'im!

But if he is a psychopath,

he's a very sick man.

Who says so?

I'll tell you something...

tha... that's an argument

that makes me sick!

What about... this, err...

Durnley chap. What about

feeling sorry for him then, eh?!

Look, of course I

feel sorry for him...

it's easy when

a man's dead.

It's easy when a man's blind

or deaf, or lost a limb.

You can see it.

But how about a man who

can feeling nothing for anyone...

except for himself?

Who doesn't know

what love is...

or pity, who has

no conscience.

Who's only feeling is

of rage, when frustrated.

And only fun, destroying

those who frustrate him.

Now, it's hard to feel

sorry for him, isn't it?

- Oh, dear.

- Yet, he is really sick...

he's diseased.

And there very few

of us who can help him.

Sphericals!

If he's off his trolley,

I still say 'top 'im'!

Here we are. Morning

everyone.

- Morning.

- Good morning.

Morning.

- Here you are, Georgie.

- Thanks.

Eat it all up now, it'll

make you strong.

Fresh toast, Shashie?

Most kind, Mrs Harper.

Oh, Georgie...

I'll be ready in

about an hour.

Ok.

Hey...!

You're not so backward,

are you, son?

Pardon?

So you've got two then?

Two what?

Eggs, of course.

Oh, yes.

- Sleep well last night?

- Mmm.

Yeah. I bet you did!

Where's Susan gone to?

Gawd... blimey!

You're a bit of a

glutton, aren't you, son?!

You'll be asking for

old Clarkie next.

When's it gonna

be her turn?!

- I see...

- Oh. Sorry.

I...

Going in for bodybuilding

now then, are you?

Hmm?

Building up his strength?

Oh.

Yeah.

Huh!

Making quite a fuss

of him, aren't you?

Well, why not?

Bit strong, isn't it?

What is?

With a half-wit!?

Your jokes are getting

a bit stale, Gerry.

And... everything else

as well. Is that it?

Well, now you come

to mention it.

Oh look here, Gerry. I think

you better leave.

What?

Shall we say a week?

You can say what you

bloody well like!

What does it mean

'top him'?

Oh.

It's an old... British

remedy, Georgie.

Admired by those who

find it... easier to kill...

than to... cure.

Right, lets get some

light on it.

Yes...

that's about it.

How 'bout the

footprints, Tom?

Rubber soles. Eight and

a half.

His missus says this door's

always kept locked.

So looks as though who

ever it was...

was waiting for him

over there.

That lock been forced?

No, Sir.

Oh no, here comes

the brain drain!

Stay where you are, you.

- Morning, Taffy.

- Morning, Superintendent.

Brought your crystal ball?

What do you see?

Well, Sir...

deceased died of multiple injuries

inflicted by a sharp instrument.

Time, approximately

midnight.

Contents of stomach...

oysters, white fish, possibly

halibut...

Yes, I don't want

the menu...

just give me the

weapon.

The walls of the

lower abdomen...

have been punctured

three times to a depth...

I said weapon!

Scissors.

Tell you what...

double or quits this

isn't a pro job. You on?

I'm getting old, Super...

saving for retirement.

That raincoat... anything?

Oh yes, Sir...

plastic, new, large size...

mass produced, colour grey...

Yes, I'm not colour-blind.

Blood stains, group 'O',

rhesus-positive...

identical with deceased.

- That the lot, Taffy?

- Yes, Sir.

And I left my brains

on the beat!

What have you

fellows got?

Electromagnifiers, computers,

memory banks...

ultraviolet, supersonic

microwave machines.

They buy you a half-million

pound lab and stick you in it...

with a bunch of birds wearing

skirts just long enough...

to cover their parking meters...

and what do you

come up with?

No more than my nipper could

'ave told me the day he was...

old enough to raise his...

truncheon!

Give me that!

And get on your feet, that man,

whad'ya think you are...

the sleeping bloody beauty!

Yes?

Sorry to trouble you again.

Doctor, do you mind?

I'd like Mrs Durnley to

get some sleep.

What is it?

It's this raincoat, Ma'am.

Ever seen it before?

No.

You're quite sure?

Yeah.

Oh, there was just

one other thing.

Does anyone else have

keys to the garage?

Thompson.

My son, Martin.

Myself.

Thompson, Ma'am... staff?

No, from the mews...

he washes the cars.

I see.

And your son?

He's away.

Perhaps you chaps

could help us there?

He's in France,

somewhere.

Should be here

with his mother.

Well hasn't anyone

heard from him?

Oh, yes.

We had a sweet

letter from him.

Made his father

so happy.

Mmm.

He doesn't say where

he's going, eh?

Well, we'll have to see

what we can do.

I'll leave you to rest

now, Mrs Durnley.

Thank you, Doctor.

- Superintendent...

- Ma'am?

If... if nothing was

was stolen...

no money taken...

why?

Why?!

Well that's what we

hope to find out, Ma'am.

...see the wife's mother.

Her night off.

I see.

What was he like,

your boss?

Alright.

No frills.

One of us, really.

Sounds like my boss, he's

got no frills.

No bleedin' heart either.

It's first time I've been off

my feet all week!

On duty, Sergeant Rogers?

Err... yes, Sir.

So I see.

Let's 'ave it.

- You made this?

- My wife, Sir.

Well you wanna look

after her...

it's a good cuppa.

That young Durnley?

Yes, Sir.

A nice looking lad.

Yes, Sir.

This is gonna come as

quite a blow to him.

Yes, Sir?

Well, won't it?

Yes, Sir.

He, he, he.

Young Mr Martin's

parting gift.

What this?

Quite a joker,

that lad.

Oh... great sense

of humour.

For those who

understand it.

Oh quick, that man... get

him back for me, will you?

Yes, Sir.

Err... yes, Sir?

Ahh... Rogers...

You're doing a fine job!

Finish your tea.

Hey!

Come on!

Sue...

Let's blow.

Where to?

I'm easy. Your room?

Don't be a drag, Philip!

My place then?

Why not?

Don't want.

You've never tried.

Philip, you're stoned!

Put me to bed, then.

Look...

you can sleep it off,

or have it off...

but not with me!

Night, Susan.

You bloody idiot you!

God, it's a complete

right-off!

What the hell were

you up to?!

I saw that...

bastard did it

on purpose!

What?!

I ought to... stuff this

down your bloody throat!

Philip!

Stop it!

It's alright, Georgie.

Couldn't be helped.

You get off to bed.

That's it.

Goodnight.

Couldn't be helped?!

You heard what

Mac said.

Mac could be mistaken.

Well...

it's been a long day.

Party's over.

Party?

There you are, Philip...

send me the bill.

Mac, you'd better drive.

Ok.

Come on, Judy.

Thanks a lot.

Goodnight.

Well err... see you

tomorrow then?

No.

But we're going

swimming.

I am.

Got you.

So, when do I see

you again then?

Next term. Perhaps.

If you're carrying

field glasses.

They're waiting for

you, Philip.

Oh... alright!

And thanks...

for nothing!

Come on, Georgie!

Oh, it's freezing!

I've had enough.

Race you back.

One, two, three... go!

Susan!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Oh!

Oh!

Ever been had!?

Oh... you cheat!

Let me get you...

Oh, I nearly died of fright.

Oh, it's cold!

Here, dry yourself. Get

dressed. Quickly.

Like it here?

- Super!

- Yes.

Dad and I used to come here

quite a lot in the old days.

Georgie!

You'll get us locked-up,

Georgie.

I'd better get

decent too.

- No one's here.

- But I am!

Any brothers or

sisters, Georgie?

A brother.

Pete.

Where's he?

Australia.

On a sheep farm.

He's the boss.

Does he look like you?

Girls like him.

He's big. Strong.

Plays the guitar too.

Sounds quite

a swinger.

I'd like to meet

your brother Pete.

Yes.

He'd marry you.

Huh!

Oh, Georgie!

Oh, Georgie...

how lovely!

Thank you.

How sweet of you.

Georgie!

Don't you ever

do that again!

...lay back upper two,

lay back...

...drop your wrists four.

You're late. That's better.

One step, two step, three step...

four step, five step, six step...

Sorry, Susan.

Let's forget it, Georgie.

I dare say it was

my fault, really.

I'll get these things

packed up.

Well come on, take hold

of the other end.

Any cigarettes?

You're just putting

one out.

Alright.

What's the matter with

you this morning...

you're as jumpy as

a kitten?

Nothing.

You know, when

Gerry leaves...

I think I'll

move Georgie.

- Mum!

- Mmm?

I think it's time

Georgie went too.

Why?

Because it's too great

a responsibility.

Oh, what is?

Thinking we could cope.

We don't know enough.

Well there's nothing

to know.

He's just a child.

He may talk

like a child...

but look at him, Mum.

Look at him!

I have.

But he's a man!

As a matter of fact, he slept

down here the other night.

He what?!

Like a child.

Hadn't you heard?

Oh...

so that's what Gerry

was sniggering about!

He had a nightmare.

He was frightened.

He wanted his mum.

Nothing else.

Could have been

your father!

There's an awful lot of waste

in this world, isn't there?

There's an awful lot

to understand.

Mrs 'arper!

Yes, Clarkie?

It's for Georgie,

from Paris.

Well that'll be

his father.

Shall I take it?

No it's alright,

I'm going down...

Oh do the boy's bedroom will you

Darling, it's Clarkie's half-day.

Mmm... ok.

Hello?

No I'm sorry, Georgie's

out at the moment.

Is that his father?

Oh... hello, Mr Clifford!

No, no, this is

Mrs Harper.

We were beginning to

think you didn't exist!

Yes, yes, Georgie's

very well...

we've all grown very

fond of him.

Oh, that's very nice of

you to say so, thank you.

I'm sorry, I didn't

quite catch that...

would you repeat it?

I said my work's

almost finished...

and I'd like Georgie

to join me.

It's time he had

a holiday.

That was his father

on the 'phone.

You needn't

have worried...

he won't be here

much longer.

Good.

Yes, I thought

you'd say that.

This the lad's?

Yes, Clarkie.

- Mum...

- Mmm...

Has Georgie every mentioned

anyone named Durnley?

Who?

Martin Durnley.

No, why?

That was that man's

name, wasn't it?

Durnley?

You know...

one they said was done it

in by a psychopratt.

Now don't you go pulling

out all them old papers...

I want them for

me fires.

It's all they're fit for,

most of 'em.

What are you

looking for?

Just something I

remember reading.

- Mum.

- Mmm?

I'm going into

London.

London?

But you haven't

got time.

But hey, what about

the library...

you're supposed to

be there at one!

Yes, I remember the

incident very clearly.

I'm sure we did

take his name...

we always do

you know.

Should be in

here somewhere.

Let me see.

Yes, I thought so.

Here we are.

Oh, do come in.

That chair, nurse.

Susan, isn't it?

That's right.

Please sit down.

Thank you.

Mrs Durnley, I came to talk

to you about Georgie.

Georgie?

Isn't he sometimes

called 'Georgie'?

Who is?

Your son.

My son's name is Martin.

Oh. Is he here?

No, he's away.

Do you know where?

Naturally.

Somewhere I could

'phone him?

It's rather difficult.

It's very important

to me.

He's in France.

France?

Travelling.

Mrs Durnley, you're quite

sure of that?

Yes of course

I'm sure.

Hello, Georgie.

Where's Susan?

Out.

Oh.

You want to make

yourself useful...

I need some more firewood,

there's a good boy.

Look, what is all

this about?

You seem very anxious.

I am.

Well then, hadn't you better

come out with it?

Well, I'm not sure.

Not absolutely sure

that I can, yet.

Miss Harper, you're not in

some sort of trouble, are you?

Trouble?

Well if you are, you must

be quite frank about it.

You wouldn't be

the first girl that...

Oh no...

at least, not in

that way.

Then what are

you here for?

Mrs Durnley...

I don't quite know how

to say this, but...

I have to ask...

Is your son handicapped

in any way?

What do you mean?!

Forgive me but...

Is Martin... mentally

backward?

Retarded?

Martin, retarded?!

Certainly not!

He's a perfectly normal,

healthy boy!

I don't know what your

little game is...

or what you hope to

get out of this,

but I certainly don't want

to listen to any more of it.

You must go now.

Please!

I'm sorry.

I never meant to

upset you.

And thank you for

seeing me.

Goodbye, Mrs Durnley.

Don't go!

Please!

I'm sorry.

Tell me, why did you

come here today?

Do you know

where he is?

Mrs Harper?

I'm off, then.

Alright, Clarkie. See

you tomorrow.

That's right.

Ladies and gentlemen,

possibly the most important

scientific discovery...

of the last century.

The chromosome.

Invisible to the naked eye,

what we are,

how we look,

indeed in some cases

what we become,

depends on the number,

and nature, of these

little blighters.

We get... twenty-three

from mum,

twenty-three from dad.

Forty-six, in all.

And...

God help us if anything

goes wrong with them.

Now then,

I want you to look

at the chromosomes...

of a normal person.

Afterwards,

I shall want you to look

at those of someone...

who appears to

be normal.

Hello, Susan. What

brings you here?

Oh Shashie, I'm sorry,

but I must have a word.

Is there somewhere

we can talk?

Yes, of course.

Come on.

We can talk in here.

Now, the abnormal.

Do you see?

The abnormality

is here.

A translocated fusion.

Part of one chromosome

has split off,

and fused with another.

There is now a one

in three chance,

that any child

produced, will be...

...a Mongol.

That's what his

brother really is.

Not a sheep farmer

in Australia.

Hmm, rough.

Yes.

But that wasn't all.

In most cases,

bad luck.

An accident of nature.

The next child...

perfectly normal.

But, if the fusion is

permanent,

and a blood test

will show,

then we have to warn

the unfortunate person...

no more children.

They might just as well have

told her not to breath.

So she went ahead,

did she, and had Martin.

Oh dear, oh dear.

She's so lost, so

lonely, Shashie.

She didn't love, she

worshipped him.

Fed him, washed him,

dressed him.

There wasn't anything she

didn't do for him.

And everyday of

his life...

she searched him.

Searched for signs.

The shape of

his eyes,

and the palms of

his hands,

and the soles

of his little feet.

All the time,

scared to death at

what she might find.

Now...

let me impress on you,

any relatives of

a Mongol...

are usually as normal

as you or I.

If they're not, it has nothing

to do with Mongolism.

One in every seven hundred

is born a Mongol,

but, ten times

that number,

roughly, one in

every hundred,

suffers from other forms

of mental disturbance.

I find myself asking,

is it really the home,

the environment,

the way a person

is brought up,

that creates the...

neurotic, the psychopath,

the psychotic?

Or could it be some...

error in the chromosome

structure?

Working beyond

the compass...

of our most powerful

microscope,

could the poet have

devined the truth...

before science,

when he wrote;

'No puppet master...'

'pulls the strings on high.'

'A twisted nerve,'

'a ganglion gone awry,'

'Predestinates the sinner...'

'or the saint.'

Still at it, Georgie?

You are working hard.

Be careful, that's

very sharp.

I've just put the kettle on,

come and have a cup of tea.

Where's Susan

gone to?

London.

I've got a surprise

for you, Georgie.

Guess who 'phoned?

Daddy.

He wants to take

you away, Georgie.

I shall miss you.

When you go and Susan's

back at school, I shall be alone.

Will you miss me?

When's she coming back?

Susan?

She didn't say.

Oh yes, that reminds me...

what was it now she was

so anxious to know...

Oh yes, had you ever mentioned

anyone called 'Durnley'?

Yes, that was the

man's name... 'Durnle...'

Georgie!

Georgie, you've

cut yourself...

oh you poor boy!

Use your handkerchief.

What did she say?

You better come up to my room

and let me see to it...

What did she say,

she say, say...?

About the Durnleys?

Oh 'Martin', that was his first

name, I've just remembered.

Who is he, Georgie... hmm?

Who is he, this 'Martin'?

I wonder if he's anything to

do with that murder.

His name was Durnley.

What is it? You're

trembling.

It's alright. Tell Mummy

all about it.

I'll teach her, teach her,

teach her...

What's the matter?

What is it?

Take your filthy

hands off... ME!

You're mad!

She wants me to

send him back.

Well?

Shashie, I'm scared.

What is he, schizo,

or something?

Autistic, more likely.

Rather stay a child,

a baby, if he could.

And with a mother

like that,

feeding him a daily diet

of her anxieties...

I don't wonder at it.

I tell you what I've

been wondering...

that night his

father died,

did he really have

that nightmare?

Oh... sorry, Sir.

They want Harold and Mary,

here, for the next show.

Alright.

What do I do?

You come with me.

Morning, gentlemen.

- Morning, Sir.

- All ready for a trip 'round the bay?

Where's the Maharaja?

Ahh, Kumar. You with

us today?

Err... sorry, Sir John.

Just coming.

There you are, see what

you chaps can pick up...

in a teaching hospital!

- Ha, ha, ha.

- Come on.

Well he usually goes

around like a dose of salts.

So I shan't be long.

But when you go back, I'm

going with you, understand?

- Thank you, Shashie.

- Good.

Oh, nurse...

is there a 'phone?

- On the ground floor.

- Oh damn! Really?

- Is it urgent?

- Yes.

Look, Sister's in casualty,

use hers.

- Oh could I?

- If you're quick about it...

but don't tell her

her I told you!

Thank you.

This telephone is for

staff use only!

Sorry, Sister.

Fourpence, please.

There was no reply.

Thank you.

Let's ask the Maharaja.

He's good with the girls.

Diagnosis, please.

Uhm...

The character of the

abdominal pains,

suggests an infection of

the lower intestine.

Oh no, it's not that.

It isn't?

No... it's them pills the

black nurse give me.

I've been on the

bed pan ever since.

- You have?

- Yes.

I'm on it now!

In that case we

better leave you.

Mum?

Mum?

Anyone at home?

Mum?

Are you down there?

Mum!

Hello?

Hello, Susan?

Oh, it's you, Shashie.

Did you get my note?

- I nearly got heart failure!

- Yes I'm sorry...

but I'd forgotten it

was Clarkie's half day...

and I didn't want Mum

to be alone here.

Are you alright?

Yes, I'm alright.

Is your mother there?

No, she's out.

No sign of anyone.

Good!

Now if he does show...

keep out of his way.

I'm leaving as

soon as I can.

Yes, Doctor!

- Bye.

- Goodbye.

Uhh!

Gerry!

Yoike!

It's you!

Well, it's not a

bloody Ghost!

You look as if you're

expecting one.

You're early.

Well... I'm drunk!

Celebration?

What, yeah...

yeah... well I said I'd

do it, and I've done it!

You call 'em

'films', I said.

'Films'?!

'Celluloid manure',

that's more like it!

I... gave it to 'em...

the whole script.

Uncut.. in new over.. 3D and..

stereo..le..phonic sound...

and... there was no interval

for refreshments, either!

Ha, ha, ha...

What did they say?

You're fired!

Fired?

Oh... dear!

Ha, ha! 'oh dear'... that's

very good... yes.. ha, ha...

He, he... twelve years...

twelve years I've been...

kissing their backsides and

now... I'm out on mine!

Lost me job...

lost my home...

Ahh...

And I've lost my senses

by the look of it as well!

Let me make you

some coffee.

Oh...

Make you feel better.

No, not just now...

thanks, love.

Have you got an aspirin?

Soon get some.

- Huh!

- Don't scream!

Hello, Susan.

Hello, Georgie.

Sur... surprised you.

Didn't I?

Yes... I was just getting

some aspirin for Gerry.

He's downstairs.

Better stay there.

You've had a busy day.

Yes.

Visiting?

Yes.

Anyone I know?

You hurt your hand.

It's ok.

Your mum saw to it.

Before she went out.

How's... m...

mm... mmm...my old lady?

She wants you back.

Martin.

Yeah.

I've got other ideas.

And we're a bit pushed.

Put that on.

Why?

You want to look

your best, don't you?

What for?

Getting married.

Go ahead...

Put it on... Susan!

He bribed a porter to post

that letter. We know that.

He never went to Paris.

We know that.

Now, where's he hiding?

And why?

Ever thought

about death?

Dream it?

It's like swimming.

Only, there's no one

there to pull you out.

There will be time for everything,

with a bit of luck.

You cant help what you

dream. Can you?

You can't.

And it's all night long.

All night.

Sleep well, my Darling?

Yes thank you, Mummy.

Some dreams you don't

have to be asleep for.

Like the ones about you.

They'd surprise you.

Would you like a

surprise, Susan... first?

Sit down.

No!

No, not there.

Here.

Oh...

Ooh...

No... bloody wood!

Do you know what I dreamt

you'd do then, Susan?

Do you? Do you?

Listen to this.

Listen...!

It has to be slowly.

Very slowly.

You... pull me over you.

Right over you.

I can feel your knee pressing

beneath me and it's... hard.

And when the nurse

brought him in...

and gave him to me...

the doctor said...

'you can stop worrying'...

'you've been lucky'...

'he's not a Mongol'.

Can you understand...

can you imagine

how I felt, Susan?

I wept.

He was so beautiful.

A miracle!

That's how I wanted

to keep him.

A baby. In my

arms, forever.

I've waited so long, you see.

That's why it

has to be slowly.

Slowly.

Only, if a man asked

a girl that...

she'd laugh,

wouldn't she?

I wouldn't laugh, Georgie.

You wouldn't?

Alright then, Susan.

Take it.

Go on.

Take it.

Take it!

No, Georgie!

Why not?!

Tell me! Why not!?

Shh!

There you are, listen.

Like wedding bells.

Now, Susan.

Now!

I can't, I tell you!

I can't!

Then why pretend

you could!?

Why!?

You've got to now,

do you hear?

Do you hear?

GOT TO!

- No!

- ARRRGGHHH!

Meurgh...

Uurgghhh...

Here, put it on.

We're going.

You go.

No, us...

us, us, us, US!

I'm not going.

Not with you, Martin.

With Georgie, then.

Georgie.

No!

You're going to

kill me anyway.

Oh, damn!

- Who is it?

- It's me, Shashie!

Ohh... thank God!

Hey, what's wrong?

What's the matter?!

- In the shed.

- Uh?

It's horrible!

In the shed.

No!

Have you called

the police?

Yeah.. well.. I was just

gonna fetch them.

Where's Susan?

- She was here.

- Susan!

Don't you let him, Georgie!

Don't let him!

She may have gone out

to buy some aspirin.

Well quickly take a

look downstairs.

Have you gone bloody mad?

He might be down there!

I don't wanna get chopped.

Hello, Police?

Help me!

Help me!

Oh!

Oh... damn!

Help me.

Help me.

Don't!

Don't!

Please, Georgie.

Please.

You're like all

the others...

others... others.

No! No, Georgie!

Nooo...!

Help!

Now watch ya step.

This chap's a nutter!

Yes you are!

All the same!

All of you!

Martin's dead.

He's been bad.

N... not Georgie.

Bad... bad Marty!

And now... I lay me down to sleep,

pray the Lord my soul to keep.

If I die before I wake...

if I die before I...

wake...

Get 'im!

Susan?

Susan.

Susan. Susan.

Susan. Susan...

Susan...

'A twisted nerve,'

'a ganglion gone awry,'

'Predestinates the sinner...'

'or the saint.'

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.