Frenzy Page #2

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Yes, I believe he does.

I suppose it's nice to know

every cloud has a silver lining.

Oh!

On the surface, in casual conversation

they appear as ordinary, likable adult fellows.

But emotionally they remain

as dangerous children,

who may revert to primitive,

subhuman conduct at any moment.

- Large brandy.

- You mean they'll kill at any time,

- just as the mood takes them?

- Exactly.

And, being governed by the pleasure principle,

they're particularly dangerous when

their desires are being frustrated.

- Are you deaf?

- I distinctly said a large brandy.

There's scarcely enough in that

to cover the bottom.

Actually, make it a triple.

l wonder if the police have got

any sort of line on this fellow.

Oh, I shouldn't think so.

With psychopaths there's

usually no linking motive.

Let's hope he slips up soon.

ln one way, l rather hope he doesn't.

Well, we haven't had a good, juicy

series of sex murders since Christie.

And they're so good for the tourist trade.

Foreigners expect the squares

of London to be fog-wreathed,

full of hansom cabs and littered

with ripped whores, don't you think?

Hey, Dick!

What about Coming Up then?

No, I'm afraid I haven't any time.

Thanks all the same.

No, Coming Up, the horse.

It won by a mile.

Twenty to one! What did l tell you?

- Made a fortune. Thanks a lot.

- Anytime.

Hey, wait a minute!

This is my ma. Ma, meet Dick Blaney,

the best pilot

who ever pulled a pint of beer.

- Hello, Mrs Rusk.

- Pleased to meet you, I'm sure.

She lives down in Kent,

in the Garden of England!

- Still got the grapes then?

- Oh, yeah. Keep 'em for later.

You tell her to take the pips out.

They're bad for the appendix.

- Ta-ta!

- Bye. Thanks again for the tip.

I told you, Bob's your uncle.

Twenty to one!

Twenty to bloody one!

Christ! Dammit to hell!

Well, my dears,

I'm sure I can say on behalf

of Mrs Blaney as well as myself,

that it's moments like this that make

all our efforts here worthwhile.

You mean, you just don't do it

for the money? (Laughing)

Mrs Davisson, this is a business,

and financial considerations prevail.

But our ultimate satisfaction is the

making happy of two lonely people.

Nice of you, Miss Barling.

Keep up the good work!

Well, it's up to us now, I guess, eh?

Yes. And good-bye, Mr Salt.

Bye, Miss Barling. Thank you.

It's been our pleasure.

And I know you'll both be very happy.

After all, I know you're

both mad about beekeeping.

- lt's good to share an interest.

- l'm sure we will be.

Come on, Neville. Best foot forward.

We should go straight and

get the marriage license, my dear.

What's your rush?

Let's go to my place first.

Did you know, Neville,

that my late husband, Mr Davisson,

was up at 5:
30 every morning of his life?

By the time he brought me my cup

of tea, which he did at 9:15,

he would've cleaned the whole

house; and he was so quiet about it,

that in 14 years, he never woke me once.

Not once!

Oh, a neat man, was he, then?

He liked a tidy place. So do I, come to that.

Dandruff. We'll have

to get you something for that.

Afternoon.

You're new here, aren't you?

I've been here for over a year now.

What can I do for you?

You can inform Mrs Blaney

that one of her less successful

exercises in matrimony is here.

- And who shall I say is calling?

- Mr Blaney.

Or if you preferred it,

ex-Squadron Leader Blaney,

late of the RAF

and Mrs Blaney's matrimonial bed.

I see. Is Mrs Blaney expecting you?

She must be. Everybody expects a

bad penny to turn up sooner or later.

Mrs Blaney, there's a Mr Blaney to see you.

Mr Blaney? Send him in, please, Monica.

- Hello, Brenda.

- Hello, Richard.

What are you doing here?

I just thought I'd call around.

- Well, come in. Take a seat.

- Thanks.

It's good to see you.

You too. You look fine.

I'll be with you in a minute.

I've got to finish writing up a few notes.

How is everything, Brenda?

- You making a fortune?

- Things are going very well.

Streets of London full of lonely

hearts beating a path to your door?

That's it.

I'm amazed that in an age where

we nearly all think marriage is hell

- that you can find any clients.

- If you've just come to insult me -

- I'm not insulting you!

- Please lower your voice.

Why? I don't care if Vinegar Joe

out there does hear me.

Why don't you get her

married off, by the way?

Preferably to a 700-pound Japanese wrestler.

That should iron out some

of her creases a little.

Monica, dear, it's nearly 4:30.

Why don't you take

the rest of the afternoon off?

l'm sure there's some shopping

you'd like to do.

Well, thank you, Mrs Blaney,

if you're sure you don't need me.

I'm quite sure, thank you. Good night.

Why do you always come

to see me when you're drunk?

l don't always come

to see you when l'm drunk.

l don't always come to see you.

l haven't seen you for over a year.

You were half seas over then,

and violent.

- I'm not going through that again.

- Me violent?

Don't be bloody ridiculous.

Would I raise a hand

to the goddess of love?

What Brenda Blaney brings together

let no man put asunder!

l didn't say you were violent to me.

But you certainly acted the fool

and threw the furniture about a bit.

Just look at the state you're in!

- Really!

- Oh, leave me alone.

Bachelors are supposed

to be untidy, aren't they?

Isn't tidiness most women's dowry,

or don't you preach that here?

Oh, we are bitter today.

- What's the matter?

- I'm sorry.

I had a bad day, that's all. I lost my job.

How?

I got fired, that's how.

What do you think, I mislaid it?

For pinching a glass of brandy.

My employer thought I wasn't going

to put the money in the till.

Till?

I was working,

until this morning, as a barman.

And I was given a very good horse

by a friend of mine, one Bob Rusk.

It came in at twenty to one, and

I didn't have enough cash to back it.

I'm sorry.

Well, these things always go in threes.

I wonder what the rest of the day

has in store.

Dinner with me, I hope.

That, of course, would be delightful, but -

I mean, of course, on me. We'll go to my club.

But I must finish these letters first.

Here's the address, in case you've forgotten it.

How will it be if we meet there

'round about 7:
30?

Fine.

Thanks for a lovely evening.

It was great. I mean that.

Thanks for joining me.

It was a damn sight better

than the leftovers at The Globe,

not that I'm in for more of those.

You ought to get married again, Richard.

Oh, no. You ought to know I'm no

good at it. How long did we have?

- Nine years, was it?

- Ten.

Ah, ten years. It was a good job

you got out when you did.

I don't know. I suppose I was lucky

the agency worked out for me.

You mean, you're lucky

you haven't had to rely on me.

- I didn't say that.

- But you meant it.

I suppose some people are good

at organisation and others aren't.

- That's all l meant.

- And I'm not, I suppose.

Rubbish! You know what filthy luck I had.

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