Marnie Page #7

I've had a lot of heavy expenses.

And you might as well know

I've paid off Strutt.

Anonymously, of course.

- (Marnie) But that's all over!

- So?

(Marnie) So, you've given away $10,000,

so you' re a prize fool!

Possibly, but they don't put

you in jail for being a fool.

I'm not the one the cops are after.

Not yet.

And I don't intend to be.

Not if I can prevent it.

Perhaps you, madam, but not me.

(Phone Dialling)

Hello, Mama?

No, I'm alright.

I'm perfectly alright now.

I had a bad case of the flu

and just didn't feel up to writing.

I couldn't. I had laryngitis too.

Yes, I am still a little hoarse.

Look, Mama, I can't talk long.

I just called to tell you that I'm

alright and I'll send some money soon.

No, I can't. I don't know when

I'll get to Baltimore.

But not for a few weeks anyway.

But I'll talk to you soon.

If you need anything, write to me

at the post office box in Philadelphia.

I've got to go now, Mama.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Mama.

(Horn Honking)

Oh, Forio! Oh, beauty!

Well, she said she could ride a little.

- Mark?

- Hm?

Mark, listen. I'm a good fighter

if you need me.

I mean, if you are in

some kind of trouble.

I have absolutely no scruples.

I'd lie to the police or anything.

What on earth are you talking about?

I heard you and Marnie

this morning right out here.

- Heard?

- OK, I eavesdropped.

We should've made you go to college

or come out or something.

- I can see that now.

- Don't patronise me, Mark.

That Mary-Marnie, brown-haired blonde

you married so fast and sneaky

and tried to hustle off

to the South Pacific!

I didn't have to overhear stuff about

your not intending to go to jail too,

to know that

you're in some sort of fix.

- Please, Mark, will you let me help?

- Alright, you can help.

You can help by being nice to Marnie.

She needs a friend.

I always thought that a girl's

best friend was her mother.

Poor old Mark.

Is her mother that ghastly?

When the in-laws are so grim,

you don't invite them to the wedding.

The usual excuse is poor health

or the strain of the trip, you know?

But to claim they're dead,

now, come on!

Alright, Lil, what is it you're up to?

Out with it.

Me? I'm just offering you my services.

Guerrilla fighter, perjurer,

intelligence agent.

- Alright, intelligence agent.

- Baltimore.

There's a mother in Baltimore.

Marnie made

a phone call this morning.

She said she hadn't been able to write

because she'd had the flu.

She didn't know when she'd go to

Baltimore, but she'd send money.

She said to go on writing to her

at the same post office box.

I listened through the library door.

She's having you on, Lil.

It's some sort of gag.

You've been ratty. She's set out

to teach you some manners.

- You're being had, Lil.

- You can say that again!

But I don't want to say it again.

I don't want to have to say it again.

Alright, Mark.

You seem to be growing up, Lil.

I expect what we should do

is find you some young man.

- What's your type?

- I was waiting for you.

I'm queer for liars.

Really? Well, what sort

of liar do you fancy?

We could run an ad. Do you prefer

an indoor liar or an outdoor liar?

Playboy or Field and Stream?

Anybody home? Hi! Where's Marnie?

She and Dad are still out riding.

He is taking her over the hunt country.

Big deal! She's going

to ride with the hunt.

And Dad's throwing some kind of bash

to introduce her.

- Has a long-distance call come in?

- No. Not that I know of.

- (Phone Ringing)

- I'll get it.

(Mark) Hello. Yes.

Hold on, I want to take it

on another phone.

I ' ll take it upstairs.

Hang up as soon as I get it.

Uh, Lil, you will hang up, won't you?

OK, Lil.

Hello? Yes I ' ll talk to him now.

Hello, Mr Boyle. Found anything

interesting down there?

Hold on. Let me get a pencil.

OK, ready.

Bernice Edgar.

Yeah, I got that. Go on.

Wait a minute!

You say she killed him?

Well, when was that?

That means the little girl must've been

about five, is that right?

Well, what happened to her?

No, not the woman. The child.

I want to know what happened

to the little girl, the daughter.

No, no! Stay on there.

Get me anything else you can.

Look, have photostats made

of all the court records.

Send them to me immediately.

Yes, to my office. Registered.

You're doing an

excellent job, Mr Boyle.

(Lil) Did you have a good ride?

Yeah. Ah, Mr Boyle,

get the photostats to me. Yes.

And call me the minute

you get anything further on the child.

Thank you.

I'll expect to hear from you.

Goodbye.

(Tapping)

- (Tapping Continues)

- Mama? Oh, Mama, don't cry.

Please don't cry, Mama.

- (Tapping)

- No! No!

Mama?

Mama, don't cry.

- (Tapping Continues)

- No!

Mama? Mama?

- (Knocking At Door)

- Mama?

- Mama?

- Wake up, Marnie.

- Mama?

- Marnie?

Mama? Oh, don't hurt my mama.

- Marnie.

- Please don't hurt my mama!

- Marnie.

- (Gasps) Oh, don't, don't!

- What's going on?

- She's having a nightmare.

- No, Mama. Mama?

- Marnie, wake up, it's just a nightmare.

- She's alright.

- I'm cold.

That's supposed to be your department,

isn't it, ol' boy?

Good night, all.

- Let me get you a brandy.

- Uh-uh.

Where did you get these things?

I can get more anytime I want them.

Yeah, of course you can. You can

also find, at your convenience,

heights, ropes, ovens,

even plastic bags.

The world's full of alternatives.

I'd like to go back to sleep now.

Why? Your sleep seems even less

agreeable than your waking hours.

That, uh, dream.

You know, you've had it before.

Is it about something that

really happened to you?

No, I... I don't know

what it means. Nothing.

Well, it's about your mother.

She wants you to get up.

Yes, but first there

are the three taps.

And then she says, "Get up, Marnie.

You have to get up now!"

But I don't want to. If I -

If I get up, I'll be cold

and they'll hurt her!

Who? Who'll hurt her?

Th-Th- Them!

I don't know! I don't know!

But I hear the noises.

I'm cold and I hear the noises!

What noises? What are they like?

Who makes them?

You Freud, me Jane?

If you won't see an analyst,

why don't you try to help yourself?

But that's why I'm in this trap,

from trying to help myself.

Just leave me alone, Mark, please.

If I give you some books,

will you read them?

Your new homework?

Frigidity In Women?

The Psychopathic Delinquent

and Criminal?

- Have you read them?

- I don't need to read that muck

to know that women are stupid and

feeble and that men are filthy pigs!

In case you didn't recognise it,

that was a rejection.

I want you to read them.

Start with The Undiscovered Self.

Oh, for God's sake, Mark,

leave me alone! I'm tired!

Why can't you just leave me alone?

Because I think

you're sick, ol' dear.

I'm sick?

Well, take a look

at yourself, ol' dear.

You're so hot to play

Mental Health Week, what about you?

Talk about dream worlds. You've got

a pathological fix on a woman,

who's not only an admitted criminal

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