I Promised to Pay Page #7

- Pity.

Where am I?

- You're at my place. You want a drink?

Er, no, no...

Now, listen, Monty, we're clearing out of here.

Things are getting too hot.

Look, if it's all the same to you,

I'll have some shut-eye.

Look, you don't follow.

You've got no choice.

MONTY SNORES:

Monty, wake up!

You're coming too, so you'd better

get your money. Where is it?

Oh my God - the ticket!

Ticket, what ticket?

Left Luggage ticket.

I lost it.

What the hell's he on about?

Look, if you don't talk sense

I'll smash your face in!

Look, I am talking sense.

The money's in the station.

What's all this about a ticket?

I ain't got it any more, Johnny.

It's the honest truth.

Two blokes in that boozer

set fire to it!

All right, Monty, I believe you.

Thousands wouldn't.

Right, you'd better get some shut-eye.

You really mean that, Johnny?

- Sure, why not?

You ain't mad at me then?

What have I got to be mad about?

Only that letter...

- Shut up.

What are you gonna do?

You'll see in a minute.

Hey, Monty. Wake up, huh?

Here, come on,

I've brought you something to drink.

Mm?

- Here.

Now come on, come on, finish it up.

It'll make you feel better.

That's it.

Ta, Johnny.

GLASS SMASHES:

Well, that's that.

- What do you mean, that's that?

I mean I've done him, that's what.

- Huh?

Goodbye evidence.

No tears, no fuss, no mess

no nasty bloodstains.

What did you give him?

- What does that matter?

Come on, let's go.

- Yeah, but where?

To get rid of him.

You hump him down to the car.

I've got to go and get some tools.

What are you waiting for?

Shut the boot.

This'll do as well as anywhere.

Get the spade.

What did you say?

- I said get the spade.

You're gonna do the digging, Johnny.

Put it away, Blackie, it might go off.

- Go to hell!

Look, you've run things

long enough, Johnny.

I'm sick of being pushed around by you.

I'm through, d'you get it?

Yeah, I get it.

So get the spade then.

What'll you do if I don't? Shoot me?

We could just sit here like this all night,

couldn't we? Until the cops find us.

BLACKIE:

Oh! Oh! Oh!

All right, Blackie, that'll do.

He's gone!

- I thought you said he was dead?

Don't just stand there, stupid!

He can't have gone far. We've gotta find him.

Look, we need a torch.

- I've got a better idea. The headlights.

Johnny! Down 'ere!

CAR DOOR SLAMS:

Help! Help!

Help, Blackie! Help!

Blackie! Blackie!

Blackie! Help!

GUNSHO BIRDS SCATTER

All right. I want the truth.

The truth, d'you understand?

You're having an affair

with someone, aren't you?

What are you talking about?

- You're having an affair with someone!

What on earth gave you that idea?

- This did. Read it. Go on, read it.

You know!

You know all that I've done!

I did it for you.

Katie, I did it for you.

For me? You snivelling, spineless coward!

You've done nothing for me.

You're damn right I'm having an affair -

with Johnny Mellors!

Johnny Mellors!

Now, listen to me.

I was a good friend of Harry's.

And I'd do anything to see that those

who killed him are brought to justice.

Yes, a few years in jail, hmm?

I think it's on the cards they'll hang,

but that's for the law to decide.

But I said justice, Jackie,

not vengeance.

Pearson hasn't reported

these letters to you, has he?

You're putting me in a lousy position, Jackie.

I should report this to Carberry.

I want you to.

Because if Pearson hasn't reported these letters,

then the obvious thing is to find out why.

If you're wrong, it could be

unpleasant for you.

You could go to prison.

Are you sure you want to

go through with this?

I'm positive.

The money! The money,

you're burning the money!

You're burning the money!

FIRE CRACKLES:

Yes, I'm burning it.

All of it. All of it!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it, I tell you!

Stop it! Stop it!

I hope you won't regret this, Mrs Parker.

I did, once.

But then I kept on thinking

of my husband, you see.

I felt he'd been forgotten too soon.

I couldn't possibly let that be his epitaph.

The Pearson house, sir.

It's on fire!

I'll kill you! I'll kill you both!

- Let me go!

GENERAL SHOUTING

Calm down, sir. Calm down.

DISTANT FIRE ENGINE RINGS

Johnny! Johnny!

The police have Dennis.

He found out about us.

He became a raving maniac.

He tried to burn the money!

Right, get in.

We gotta get out of here.

How'd he find out about us?

- We've been seen together.

Who by?

- How should I know?

It was in the letter.

An anonymous letter. He's had several.

That means somebody's on to us.

I keep telling you,

I wasn't running out on you.

I was going to contact you this evening.

- Where from? Greece?

I had to move fast!

- Lucky I had to move faster.

A CAR PULLS UP:

CAR DOOR SLAMS:

FOOTSTEPS OUTSIDE

CAR ENGINE STARTS

Brensham.

That's the Marthella over there.

- JOHNNY:
Looks okay.

Right. We'll be setting off

about 5.30 in the morning.

You'll have the tide then.

- Fine. See you in the morning then.

Why can't we go tonight?

Well, it's safer navigating

these waters by daylight.

Oh, come on, relax.

We'll be on the continent tomorrow.

Drink?

Here's to us.

Long life and prosperity.

Don't forget freedom.

And long may we enjoy it.

What about the absent friends?

That's a bit too near the bone.

You're looking terrific tonight, Katie.

Love me, Johnny. Love me.

BRADDEN:
Sir!

- Yes?

Look at this. Must've arrived today.

Damn. We're out of water.

- I'll get some.

Katie? Katie?

Sleep, Johnny. Sleep.

Where are you going?

Away, my pet. Far, far away.

JOHNNY:

Huh?

You oaf! Clumsy oaf!

You think I didn't know

you were trying to run out on me?

Two can play at that game.

I knew you were too good to be true.

And send up a bottle of champagne,

fifty-two, waiter!

If you had known

how I was laughing at you!

Are you listening to me,

Johnny Mellors? Laughing!

SLURRED:

You tramp! You lousy tramp!

Oh, tramp maybe.

But a hell of a lot smarter than you.

Fill it up, please.

- Right, madam.

Oh no!

Ah non! C'est pas vrai!

Ah non! C'est pas possible!

C'est pas possible! C'est pas possible!

Non! Non! Non! Non!

JACKIE:

Mr Mellors.

I'm Harry Parker's wife.

That's Mrs Parker!

What are you going to do?

Jackie!

Jackie! Are you all right?

BRADDEN:
Jackie!

Jackie! Are you all right?

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