Frenzy Page #3

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Was it my fault that the roadhouse didn't go?

- lt was OK before the motorway.

- I know.

Was it my fault the council

tore down the riding stables?

I know. I know life can be very unfair.

But you never used to be sorry for yourself.

Where's the Richard Blaney l married?

Richard Blaney, DFC.

Do you remember the citation?

""For inspiring leadership, skill,

and tenacity of purpose. '

You divorced him.

That's what happened to him.

Tell me, what sort of skill do

you need to deal with shopkeepers

- and interfering bureaucrats?

- Shh. Everyone's listening.

Let them. I'll bet they've never had

to tear down their own livelihood.

lt's alright for you. You just go

and build it up somewhere else.

You're like that. You're good at business.

I'll bet they're all good at business here.

I'll bet you're making a fortune

out of that agency.

And why not?

lf you can't make love, sell it.

The respectable kind, of course.

The married kind!

Now look what you've done.

- Oh, sir. Let me help you.

- Leave me alone!

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

Come on. We'd better go.

Will you be alright?

You did say you hadn't

enough money to put on that horse.

Don't worry.

You've done enough for one day.

- You had a coat too, didn't you?

- Yeah. That one there.

Mine's the pink one.

No, no, no. That's not allowed.

Rules of the club.

Thank you.

It's alright, Richard.

I've got it here. Thank you.

So, this is it, huh?

Can I come in?

I'd like to see where you live.

Go along now. Run along home. It's late.

- You call this late?

- It's late enough for a working girl.

Come on, Brenda. I won't be long, I promise.

Alright, but only for a few minutes, mind.

OK, thanks. I won't need you.

It just fell out of your pocket

onto the floor.

And I was just putting it back...

when you were asleep.

It sort of jerked out like on the floor.

I was putting 'em in quiet like

so as not to waken you.

Keep your hands out of my pockets,

or I'll break your arms!

Honestly, there's nothing I detest

more than someone taking liberties

with a fine gentleman like yourself.

Oh, it's you again, Mr Robinson.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

I'm having my lunch just now.

If you want an appointment,

perhaps you'd see my secretary.

- By the way, how did you get in?

- No problem, really.

Just a question of using your head.

I waited in the courtyard

'til I saw her go out to lunch.

- lt all seems a bit elaborate.

- Yeah, perhaps, but -

You're the one I wanted to see.

I thought I'd already explained

to you that we cannot help you.

Oh, come on now. I know that you

can be most helpful, when you try.

Look, Mr Robinson,

you want women of a specific type.

How shall l put it?

Certain peculiarities appeal to you,

and you need women to submit to them.

Here we have, I'm afraid,

a very normal clientele.

As I say, we can do nothing for you.

Now if you'll kindly let me

get on with my lunch.

I don't think you're really

trying your best for me.

I mean, if you can fix up a lot

of idiots, then why not me? Hmm?

I've explained. You're different.

How so?

I have my good points.

I like flowers,

and... fruit.

People like me.

I've got things to give.

I'm sorry.

I thought matrimonial agencies were

supposed to bring people together?

Not people like you.

Somehow I don't think

our clients would appreciate

your conception of a loving relationship.

I get on with all sorts of people.

Good. Then you don't need us.

- There are other marriage agencies.

- Then go elsewhere.

Not that any reputable agency

would service you.

I've been elsewhere.

But... this one, for me, is the best...

because... l like you.

You're... my type of woman.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- l'm serious.

I respect a woman like you,

and I know how to treat you as well.

You know, in my trade we have a saying.

We put it on the fruit.

""Don't squeeze the goods 'til they're yours.""

Now, that's me.

I would never do that.

You know that, don't you?

Excuse me. I've just remembered

a call I've got to make.

There's no need to call the police.

What made you think

I was going to call the police?

Just intuition, I suppose.

Oh! English?

Yeah, of course it is.

That's a very frugal lunch

you've got there.

Frugal...

and mean.

Certainly not enough to support

a lady with your opulent figure.

Rather too opulent, I'm afraid,

these days; hence the frugality.

Why don't you come out and have

a slap-up lunch with me?

I really can't leave the office just now.

- I'd buy you the best lunch in town.

- No, I c-

Alright. It's a deal.

You mean it?

You'll come and have lunch with me?

Of course.

Just let me wash my hands. Aah!

- I thought we were going to lunch.

- Yes, of course we're going to lunch.

Afterwards.

Aah!

Alright. I know what you want, but not here.

- Let's go back to my place.

- But this is your place.

You've got nothing to worry about here.

- My secretary may come back soon.

- Really?

How long do you give her

to eat her frugal lunch?

Fifteen minutes. She may be here any minute.

The outside door is locked.

She's got her own key.

I don't believe you.

Do you know what happens

to wicked girls who tell wicked lies?

Don't worry. Don't worry.

You've got nothing to worry about.

Agh!

Leave me alone. Please!

T-Take the money out of my bag,

but please, leave me alone.

In my bag there's enough money to

buy any woman you want. It's yours.

Take it! Just take it!

I don't buy women.

It's you I want. You're my type.

You are. Yes.

You are my type of woman.

L-Let me answer the telephone.

If you don't,

the caller will come here in person.

I told you, I locked the outer door.

We won't be disturbed.

Oh, God!

Leave me alone.

Alright. Alright, I won't struggle.

But I like you to struggle.

A lot of women like to struggle.

Please, don't tear my dress.

I'll take it off if you like.

Lovely.

Lovely.

Lovely.

Thou shall not be afraid

for the terror by night.

Lovely.

Nor for the arrow which flieth by day.

Lovely.

Nor for the pestilence

which walketh in darkness.

Lovely!

Nor for the destruction

that wasteth at noonday.

Lovely.

He shall give His angels charge over thee,

to guard thee in all thy ways.

Lovely!

Lovely!

Lovely!

Lovely!

Lovely.

You... b*tch!

Women! They're all the same.

They are.

I'll show you.

My God! The tie!

Dear Jesus, help me. Help me.

Hello?

Anyone there?

Brenda, it's Richard.

Hello.

Hello, Globe?

May I speak to Barbara Milligan?

Is that you, Blaney?

Listen, you've got a bloody nerve

ringin' up here in my busiest time.

I don't know where she is.

She's probably in the other bar.

l most certainly will not nip 'round

and fetch her. She's busy.

- Hello, Dickie. Is that you?

- Hurry up. It's not a singles club.

- Here, guv. Give us a pint.

- Yeah?

I'm fine. How are you?

I'm OK. Look, I need my things,

but I don't particularly fancy

meeting Forsythe.

Do you think you could put 'em in

my bag and meet me this afternoon?

Are you sure?

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