Frenzy Page #7

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Mmm! It's delicious.

But I find the...

ingredients somewhat mystifying.

They're smelts, ling,

conger eel, John Dory,

pilchards and frog fish.

Now, since that must've been

fairly satisfying,

I thought a simple

roast bird would be enough.

Caille aux raisins.

Hmm?

Quail with... grapes.

Ahh!

- I must say, I'm very worried.

- About Mr Blaney?

Yes. He's gone off with a barmaid

he used to work with.

l think she's in very great danger.

You're wrong, Tim. Absolutely wrong.

lt can't be this fellow.

How long did you say he was married?

Ten years.

Well... there you are.

A crime de passion after all that time?

Look at us. We've only been married

eight years,

and you can hardly keep

your eyes open at night.

That's as may be,

but I don't knock you about,

or make you do degrading things.

No, the evidence speaks for itself.

You can't make normal judgments

about psychopathic killers.

They can be triggered off at any time.

We've got to find him before his...

appetite is whetted again.

Christ all-bloody-mighty!

See you, mate.

# (Whistling)

Ah... Ah...

You b*tch! Where's that bloody pin?

# (Whistling)

Hey, you're spilling your load!

- What?

- The potatoes are falling out.

# (Music From lnside Cafe)

Hey, do you see what I see?

- Here, what's wrong... Who is it?

- (Policeman) Perhaps you can tell us.

- Wake up!

- What?

- Get out of here!

- What is it?

Brenda wasn't enough for you.

You had to kill another girl too!

- What girl?

- That girl you were with yesterday.

- Babs?

- As if you didn't know.

You strangled her like all the others!

She's been strangled?

Don't you playact with me.

Get up and get out of here.

I'd call the police myself if I knew

how to without getting involved.

I don't believe it. I just don't believe it.

It's true, Dicko. It just came over on the radio.

They found her in a potato truck

in Lincolnshire.

The fellow at the pub

where you worked identified her.

He knows where they found her.

He put her there!

What are you talking about?

I haven't left this room all night.

Liar. I don't believe you.

It doesn't matter whether

you believe him or not,

because it said on the radio she had

been dead for at least 12 hours

when they found her at 3:00 this morning.

She must've been killed

before 3:
00 yesterday afternoon.

Dick was with us from the time

she left to the time we went to bed.

So he couldn't have done it.

- Poor kid.

- (Hetty) l still don't believe it.

They're only guessing when she was killed.

We didn't go to bed 'til 1 1 :00,

and Dick was here with us then.

They can't be eight hours adrift. Dicko?

Don't you see? You're in the clear!

We can give you an alibi.

Yes. Yes, I suppose you can.

There's no supposing. We'll simply

tell the police you were here with us.

Would you do that? Would you do it

now before you go away?

- Of course I would. Delighted.

- You'll do no such thing!

Not unless you want to go to jail

for harboring a wanted man.

- But he's not a criminal.

- The police think he is!

And they have a lot of evidence against him.

We know he didn't kill her.

We must tell them he was with us.

But we don't know he didn't kill Miss Milligan!

For all we know the time given

on the radio might've been a trap.

What is certain, if you go to the police,

they will probably charge you with

being an accessory after the fact.

And they certainly

won't allow us to go abroad,

and they will probably put us in jail.

Well, Hetty's right, dammit.

You can see that, Dicko, can't you?

You mean you won't come

to the police with me?

- How can I? You heard Hetty.

- You're my only alibi!

I'm sorry. I've got to get to Paris today.

I can't afford to be kept here.

But you can afford to stand by

and see me go to jail for life!

- ls that it?

- It's not as bad as that.

I mean, they'll find this strangler chappie.

Of all the cowardly shits!

lt's ""l'm alright Jack,

and haul up the ladder,"" isn't it?

You pair of bastards!

If that's how you feel after all we've

done for you, you better had go!

I'll call the manager.

And involve yourself? Don't worry, I'm going.

I'm a little choosy with whom

I spend my last hours of freedom.

Look, I'm sorry. I'd suggest that you

came to Paris and worked in a pub,

but they're watching all the ports

and stations. It said so on the news.

Well, that lets you out then, doesn't it?

Your responsibility for me ends here.

Clear this area, please. Thank you, madam.

Stand back, please.

Looks as though we've got half

the law in London in the market.

Yeah. It makes it very difficult

to give short weight.

I suppose they're trying to find out

if anybody saw Blaney put

Babs on that potato truck.

- You think he did it, do you?

- It stands to reason, doesn't it?

Why? Don't you?

I'm not as eager as some

to turn on my old mates.

What are you talkin' about?

Blaney wasn't a mate of mine.

- I had to sack him for stealin'.

- Get off.

Yeah, Blaney was a thief, right bastard.

I even told that Chief Inspector,

but he didn't believe a word, did he?

I expect he's laughing

on the other side of his face now.

- You reckon?

- Yeah, definitely, definitely.

He wasn't so cocky

when I saw him at 7:00 this morning.

I've just been down

to Scotland Yard to identify her.

From photos. They took 'em

and they rushed 'em down special.

- She wasn't a pretty sight.

- Some people have all the luck.

Yeah. I better get a move on.

Business will be pretty brisk today.

You know how morbid people are.

Absolutely! Jumping up to identify

dead girls at all hours of the night.

See you later.

My God, Dick!

Whatcha doin' here?

I'm sorry, Bob,

but I had nowhere else to go.

The people I was staying

with left for Paris this morning.

I wouldn't have come, but you did

say if I needed anything, anytime...

Yes, of course! But you took a hell

of a chance coming here today.

The whole place is teeming with coppers.

Wait a minute.

You'd better hole up in my place for

a day or two 'til we sort something.

Yes. I thought maybe if you had the room.

I know it's a hell of an imposition

getting you involved and everything.

You've got to believe me.

l haven't murdered anyone!

This whole business is insane! You know me.

- l wouldn't do anything like this.

- Of course you wouldn't. No.

The police, as usual, have got

the whole thing arse about face.

I mean, these sort of killings

always boggle the mind.

That man must be a sexual maniac.

Mind you, there are some women

who ask for everything they get.

But you? Don't make me laugh.

You're not the type.

Now... don't worry.

You've done the right thing

coming to your Uncle Bob.

Right. Well, let's get over to

my place. You know where it is?

- Yeah.

- I'll go first, and I'll take the bag.

- Then you'll be less conspicuous .

- OK.

You follow, but go the long way.

Go down to the Strand, you know.

And then work your way up

Southampton Street. OK?

Yeah.

Well done, boy! Come in.

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