Oh Heavenly Dog Page #3

- [Man] Needham Gallery.

- Never heard of it.

Hello?

This is the Needham Gallery.

Hello? Hello?

- [Barks]

- I beg your pardon?

Hello? Hello?

Why are you breathing so hard?

Is this an obscene phone...

Well, it's a start.

I wonder where the Needham Gallery is.

Must be a phone book

around here somewhere. That's funny.

- I don't remember...

- [Door Opens]

[Man] And I'm not at all sure

that I should be doing this.

I can't afford any trouble

from Scotland Yard.

I've already had to increase

my security budget on this thing.

My tenants are on edge, and

I just want it all to go away.

Surely you can understand that.

I mean, if there's anything amiss,

I know they'll make a big fuss.

[Jackie]

Mr. Easton, please.

I assure you I'll leave nothing amiss.

I'll be very quick.

You have absolutely nothing

to be concerned about.

B.J.?

What are you doing here?

Oh, my God.

I had no idea she had a dog.

All animals are supposed

to be registered with the office.

Scotland Yard will think

I was withholding something.

- I don't think so.

- I beg your pardon?

- I don't think he belonged

to Patricia Elliot.

- He's here in a locked flat.

- How could you conclude otherwise?

- He was in Paris this morning.

Surely you're mistaken.

How could a dog get from Paris to London?

- I brought him.

- Then he's your dog.

- No, he isn't.

- Then he must be Miss Elliot's.

- No, I don't think so.

- I'm afraid I don't understand.

- I don't either.

- That makes three of us.

- I wish you could talk.

- That's not the half of what I wish.

- Where's my pink scarf?

- Excuse me?

- Nothing.

- I'm having it Martinized.

Are you working this story for,

what, the Enquirer, or...

I'll call Scotland Yard

and see if they want me to

send him to the animal shelter.

- Animal shelter?

- The slammer.

Well, why don't I

just take him home with me?

Oh, my goodness, no.

That would be impossible.

One doesn't deceive Scotland Yard

and get away with it.

They may not

believe me even now.

But I'd rather face the music today

with an honest mistake...

than tomorrow with deception

written all over my face.

I just couldn't.

Oh, my.

[Sighs]

I loved that chair.

[Margaret Crying]

Hello, Margaret.

Cancel everything for the rest of the day

and take all calls.

I'm gonna do

some thinking.

- [Sobs]

- [Jackie] Excuse me.

Um, is Mr...

Mr. Shackleton in?

I'm Mr. Shackleton.

Mr. Browning always thought it looked

better to have two names on the door.

He said ours

had a nice...

ring... together.

Look. I'm sorry, uh...

I know this is

a terrible time...

but I just wanted to

ask you a few questions.

And I'd like to see

Mr. Browning's office...

if... if that's

at all possible.

Oh.! I'm writing a book.

Or rather I'm going to write

a book about what happened.

Or rather why it happened.

It's my fault, you know.

It's all my fault.

The man on the telephone

made it sound so urgent...

l... I thought I was doing

the right thing...

but Mr. Browning wasrt even coming in

that morning until I called him.

He was in bed with

a... terrible cold.

You can't blame yourself.

Yes, I can.

- I'm sure it would have happened anyway.

- [Sobs]

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean that quite...

Is this Mr. Browning?

- Oh, my God.

- What's the matter?

I know him.

Uh, knew him.

- What's your name?

- Jackie Howard.

I'm afraid

that's impossible.

- My name?

- That you knew him. You'd be in the book.

Oh! No,

we only just met.

It must have been

the day that he was...

It was pouring with rain

and, uh, and I was chasing for this bus...

and-and we sort

of collided.

He was carrying this really funny

little red umbrella...

which I managed to fall on top of

and totally demolish.

- [Sobs]

- Oh!

I didn't even know his name.

- You'd like to see his office?

- Oh, I'd like that.

He wanted people to think

he was hard and unyielding...

but he was just

a puppy at heart.

- I don't believe it.

- Oh, it's true.

Is this your dog?

Miss Howard?

- You're beginning to drive me crazy.

- I know exactly how you feel.

- What are you doing here?

- I needed some cough medicine.

What are you doing here?

This isn't cough medicine.

It's brandy.

So I lied.

You may be a better story

than the one I'm writing.

I, uh, think I am

the one you're writing.

Miss Howard?

Are you all right?

Uh...

You have no idea

how strange this is.

I see.

Well, everywhere I go,

he turns up.

I was here first.

- Does he have something

to do with your book?

- No.

Yes. Wait a minute. Book?

I thought you wrote for Time?

No, the book is...

Well, it's not so much

about the actual murders themselves.

It's about the lives

of three people.

Their feelings,

their emotions...

the events that

brought them together, and...

and eventually led

to such a tragic end.

Why... Why, for example...

would a socially prominent

designer and art aficionada...

who's engaged to

a prominent member of Parliament...

be having an affair

with an un-prominent...

struggling private detective?

He wasrt struggling.

And there was no affair.

The newspapers made that up.

He didn't even know

Patricia Elliot.

Unless, like you...

he met her that...

that day.

How do you know?

Because she wasrt

on the list.

What... What list was that?

I kept a list of Mr. Browning's

current lady friends.

It wasrt a list.

It was just a couple of names.

In... In case

something turned up.

I could always reach him

at any hour of the day, or...

or whenever I needed to.

I see.

- Would you like to see it?

- Yes!

I need to talk to anyone, who ever knew

any one of the three involved.

Oh, yeah? Me too.

You mind if I, uh...

And if you're planning any more surprises,

after I leave here, I'm going home.

Stanley Towers.

You know where that is.

Well, the label says

it has everything you need

for a happy and healthy life.

I'm gonna be sick.

- Well, go on. Eat it.

- Eat it? I wouldn't sit in it.

It's that or nothing.

Do you wanna bet?

Yuck.

[British Accent] Oh, jolly good.

Now I'll have a proper meal.

Good wine.

[Water Running]

[Normal Voice]

If that's what I think it is...

Oh-ho.

I'm gonna turn around,

go back to the kitchen and eat my dinner.

- [Water Splashes]

- Later.

- Yee-ha!

- [Water Splashes]

[Sneezing]

- Serves you right.

- No regrets.

Mr. Charles,

thank you for seeing me.

Miss Howard.

How did you manage that?

Dogs are not allowed.

Seems they had an unfortunate

experience with one that

liked to eat prison officers.

I have special permission.

That's why we have so much company.

I had hoped

you might recognize him.

- Why ever would you hope that?

- There was reason

to believe that he, um...

he belonged

to Patricia Elliot.

Patricia didn't have a dog.

Why would you think she did?

I found him locked up

in her apartment.

Miss Howard,

there is a condition to this interview.

Oh?

Yes.

My spies tell me that

you are a good writer, an honest writer.

And most importantly, a thorough writer.

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