A Room to Die For Page #3

this is the perfect

commute for her work.

No more household chores.

And you'll have your

own front-door key.

For Jill.

Where the f*** have you been?

I had a few drinks after work.

Ah.

Well, while you've been

out getting wasted

I've been attacked

by the evil f***er.

Josephine explained it

all to me when I came in.

It's all sorted.

He is f***ing evil, Jill.

Jill:
That's a bit

extreme, isn't it?

I'm not insane, Jill.

Get a job so you're not

sitting at home all day,

as you're obviously

not writing.

I need peace

and quiet to write.

Jill:
Then what the hell

is the problem?

I don't get any peace,

no space.

This house...

That f***ing old man is

making me f***ing paranoid!

Calm down, mark.

Calm down.

We find somewhere

to live tomorrow...

Or I swear to god

i... I'm going to

end up killing him.

Don't be so stupid.

I promise you, I'll kill him!

And I will kill

that f***ing baby, too!

Stop it! You hear me?

You stop this now, mark.

I don't like you like this.

All this anger, it's no good.

I won't live with you,

understand?

I'm sorry. I'm really,

really sorry. It's just...

I need more gigs.

And I need to write.

I need to write.

I forgive you.

My brother is coming

for dinner.

Marcus:
Oh, f***!

The industry out there

is littered with a-listers

that need expertise.

There's now talk of

a reality TV series

following my work.

Latest client,

embracing darkness

author Matthew Cox.

First novel went

stratospheric.

Second novel sunk like

an unwanted Christmas puppy

with a weight

around its neck.

Third novel, he is bobbing

back up on the surface again.

We are going

to repackage him,

reinvent him,

send him out into the world

and make pots of money.

So, sister dearest,

you have to share

this kitchen?

The old couple kindly

let us use it.

They're very welcoming.

Yeah, very welcoming.

You said something

about a job.

Hmm. Life insurance.

You work in a call center.

It's just short-term.

Jason:
That's what I said

when I started.

Now I work in

Berlin, Paris, New York.

I even turned down

a six-figure sum

in Sydney this week.

You know why?

I don't like the weather.

It's too f***ing hot

down under.

I like cold, gray weather.

You know, Marcus,

New York is the place

for stand-ups.

They're all there

plying their trade.

You tickle the rib cage

of New York, you tickle

the rib cage of the world.

Well, what are you

waiting for?

Make me laugh.

It doesn't work like that.

If you can't improvise,

you haven't got any chance

of success.

Come on, mark,

you can do this.

Prove brother dearest wrong.

No, no, no.

Don't sit down.

Stand up and do it.

You're a "stand-up",

aren't you?

Right.

"Danger wank."

Danger wank.

Imagine you're in your room,

having a wank

and your mum has just

called you for dinner

but you're right in

the middle of the act.

So you just carry on.

From that moment on

you've got less than

one minute,

before your mother

comes upstairs,

to finish wanking.

Now that, my friend,

is some serious

danger f***ing wanking.

If it's money you need,

i could find you a job

in my company.

You'd have to start

at the bottom,

but it is something. Hm?

Jill:
I kicked Jason out.

"Danger wank."

I found it funny.

What the f*** do you know?

You don't even

like my material.

What is wrong with you?

I had that chance

to make it, didn't I?

And I blew it,

and we both know why.

What? It's my fault?

And you...

You wear the trousers

in this relationship

and I'm meant to be

the f***ing man.

Then act like one.

You give me pocket money

to buy things, you tell me

what I can and cannot do.

I tell you what,

tell you what,

tell you what...

You're no different

from that nutty, old man.

No wonder I wanna

f***ing kill him.

Fine. Then add me

to this kill list

you're planning.

You side with him

and that old b*tch

when you know

they're trying

to drive me mad.

And you are in with them.

Will you

listen to yourself?

You're a paranoid mess,

Marcus.

Don't talk about them

this way.

You only date me

to piss your brother off,

when you treat me like

I'm your f***ing b*tch!

You are my f***ing b*tch.

You haven't got the balls.

You're a coward.

Why don't you just go

and f***ing marry

that old man,

so the three of you can

live happily ever after.

Let's see how you manage

on your own, b*tch,

without my handouts.

Oh, hello, I'd like

to have some roses

delivered, please.

Twenty.

It always stops

crying on 20.

You came back...

Sorry, I thought

you were mark.

Did you see him

at all today?

Well, we heard

a lot of banging.

Sounded like he was

packing things.

Then the front door slammed.

Did he say anything

at all to you?

No, dear.

If he's angry,

he'll come back.

Just give him time.

You look exhausted.

You need something to eat.

Come on,

let us look after you.

No, I'm fine.

Oh, come on, dear.

Eat something.

Just leave me alone,

for f***'s sake.

Jill:
Hello,

I'm sorry, okay.

You haven't

killed them,

have you?

I'm a little drunk.

Still angry-drunk but...

I forgive you, um,

and I love you.

"Gone to

a friend's home,

"for a few days.

"I need to concentrate

"and write material.

"X."

Busy.

Busy. Busy.

Busy. Busy.

Jason:
It's never too early.

Henry:
No.

Man after

my own heart.

For your baby.

Yes.

Winter's coming.

I have to admit that

I thought Jill was lying

at first when she told me

you had a newborn baby

but that's the miracles

of modern science.

You know, I work with

a lot of famous doctors.

What do you

do for work?

I take famous people

and their money

and I make them

even more famous

and even more money.

My sister is bit of

a wreck at the moment.

Jason.

Well, it's true,

isn't it?

We're trying to find out

where Marcus may have gone,

talking to everyone.

I'm guessing you were

the last people to see him?

Well, saw him through

the window here

with a suitcase.

Never looked back.

You told me you

hadn't seen him.

Not face-to-face.

I didn't like

speaking with him.

I can understand that.

I've always had to

look after her.

Ever since our

parents died,

I more or less

brought her up.

That is from

the boer war!

Uh... may I?

Yes. Pick it up.

Give it a swing.

Goodness gracious.

Wow.

So you think

you're funny, boy.

Help!

Help!

If I don't hear

from mark by tonight

I'm calling the police.

Don't be so

dramatic, Jill.

It's good he's gone.

He was a loser.

You don't know him

like I do.

He dragged you down.

You and the old man

taking the piss out of mark.

Ganging up on him

when he's not even here

to defend himself.

Don't be so

deluded, Jill.

He's left you.

Face facts.

Mark was right,

the old couple

are acting strange.

Neither of us have

ever seen the baby.

I haven't heard it cry

since mark disappeared.

Will you listen

to yourself, Jill?

Marcus has turned you

into the same

paranoid mess he was.

Now, I have to be honest,

I think they're great.

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