Oh Heavenly Dog Page #7

[Snickers]

May never be the same.

Mr. Browning?

There is no more time.

Either you come back

with me now, or you're gonna have...

Look. Could you guarantee

that everything down here is

gonna work out if I go back?

We don't have that kind

of control, Mr. Browning.

You know the Doctrine

of Free Will.

It's a big thing

with the Boss.

Then tell the Boss

I'll see him later.

There's a guy in jail and a lovely lady

depending on a little dog we all know.

Now, I got a luncheon date.

Gotta go.

[Barks]

#[Violin]

That's fine.

Thank you.

I can understand the excitement

which must surround the writing

of one's first book...

but I can't help but wonder

why you chose this subject.

- Actually, it was my publisher's idea.

- Your publisher?

Mr. Becket, would you mind terribly

signing this for my little girl?

Not at all.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you so much. Oh!

- Your publisher's idea?

- Yes, he's a close friend, and he's...

Alistair, great speech.

I'm behind you on every point.

- Thanks, Bob. I'm sorry.

- You're very popular.

Yes, you keep saying that.

- So, you didn't know

Patricia Elliot at all.

- No, I never met her.

- Or Quimby-Charles?

- No.

Not until after I interviewed him

after the murders.

Well, anyway, my publisher

has said for years that he was

going to do this for me...

as soon as the right subject came along,

something really commercial.

For him, this was topical

and had sex, sex, sex.

For me, it seemed to be about

some really interesting people.

But if you didn't know the people,

how did you know they were...

Where did you come from?

- What is that?

- I have no idea.

Yes, indeed.

I suspected as much.

I beg your pardon?

The big prize.

Get Alistair Becket.

He's getting too close to the top.

Show no mercy.

- How much are they paying you?

- Who?

- What the hell are you...

- What kind of a person does this

with someone else's life?

You certainly showed

no compassion and no integrity.

The little games you play.

What was Patricia Elliot really like?

What drove Patricia Elliot?

What were

her great passions?

Why didn't you have the guts

to say what you knew...

instead of sneaking around,

picking at the edges to see if I'd crack?

It's true, you know.

It wasrt playtime.

I really loved her.

You killed her.

What?

You killed her.

- You killed Patricia Elliot.

- No.

- Yes.

- No, Miss Howard.

Alistair didn't kill

Patricia Elliot.

- I did.

- [Jackie] What?

I had to.

I spent 12 years

getting you ready...

and she could have

ruined everything.

One word from her to Quimby-Charles

about Switzerland...

and we'd be through,

you and I.

I couldn't let that happen.

You will be prime minister.

England needs you.

It was all too important.

And it was all... perfect.

If it hadrt been

for that dog.

This was my souvenir,

in case you ever doubted my loyalty...

or my value to you.

It was safely away

in a post office box, until...

He's the devil, you know.

He is.

He came here to stop us,

you and me...

from being prime minister.

Well, he stopped me.

But he won't stop you.

He won't stop anything

anymore.

- No!

- [Gunshot]

- [Clamoring]

- Oh, God, no.

[Jackie's Voice]

Dreadful photograph, don't you think?

I can't stand it. I see her face.

Now I'm even hearing her voice.

[Jackie's Voice]

For goodness sake, don'tjump.!

- Jackie?

- Nice to meet you.

- Officially, that is.

- Yahoo!

I can't believe this.

How did you get back here as a cat?

Well, I wasrt about to let you be

the martyr in this situation.

You stayed down here for me.

The least I could do was to

come back and keep you company.

And none to soon. A fine mess

you would have left me in

if you jumped in the river.

Oh, I would never have done that.

I'm a coward at heart.

Well, now that we're on

the same level, so to speak,

what do you want me to call you?

Benjamin, B.J.

Or... or what?

Not Benjamin.

I hate it.

B.J. Or some of my friends

used to call me Benji.

Better stick with B.J.

You're not the, uh, Benji type.

#[Man Singing]

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