Otley Page #2

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Never mind about the coffee.

How did...?

May I have your attention, please.

The charter representative

for flight number DA0231 to Athens

is requested to attend

Dan-Air reception desk number 26.

The charter representative

for flight number DA0231 to Athens

is requested to attend

Dan-Air reception desk number 26.

Could I have a Sunday Express

and the News of the World, please?

- Sorry, sir, no Sundays left at all.

- What?

None left.

But it's only twenty past nine.

Yes, I know, dear,

but it is Monday.

Is Mummy in?

The police have been round here

looking for you.

More toast, Gerry?

And leave your nose alone, Miles.

What sort of things

did the police say?

Well, you know, when we last saw you,

where you lived, that sort of thing.

They want to speak to you,

that's what they said.

They want to speak to you.

Gerald Arthur Otley.

Yes, do you mind?

You might be able to help them

in connection with their enquiries.

Miles, please, be quiet.

Why isn't he at school, anyway?

- 'Cause I've got the chicken pox.

- Miles, upstairsl

You are going to the police?

Yes. I've got nothing to hide.

Come on, upstairs.

You haven't even made your bed yet.

He was making coffee

when I last saw him.

The next thing I know I was

being run down by an aeroplane

at Gatwick bloody airport,

and I'd lost a bloody Sunday.

I was supposed to be playing

football Sunday and all.

Big match. Against Young's Potted Shrimps.

Bet we got hammered.

Door, Jean!

Door!

- Jean?

- Get it for me, would you, Gerry?

- Yes?

- Gerald Arthur Otley?

Not necessarily.

We must ask you to accompany us.

They're here.

About bloody time and all.

Who's "they"?

Shut your face, Wotley.

Otley. There's no 'W'.

It's just 'Otley'.

You can call me Wotley.

I hope this doesn't take long.

I think I've got a cold coming.

In fact I think it's flu.

You can tell.

That draught from that door.

When I get home I'm going to

get straight into a nice hot bath.

- How do you think I feel?

- Shut your face, Wotley.

- Ah, coffee! Good.

- Soup, sir.

- Has he had some?

- No, sir.

Well, I expect you could

do with a nice hot drink, Mr Otley?

Yes, please, sir.

Cheers.

Mmm, oxtail.

Er, could I have my shoes back?

My feet are like ice.

No, not yet.

A few questions.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

But you ask your questions first.

Thank you.

Were you paid to kill Lambert?

- What?

- You killed Lambert. Who for?

I didn't kill Lambert.

I don't know anything about who did.

I don't know anything since Saturday night.

I was at this party. She was there.

You were there, weren't you?

Then I went back to Lambert's place.

Since then I've been to

Gatwick Airport, lost a Sunday,

I was having a shave,

and he hit me in the stomach.

And... well, you know.

Who do you work for?

I'm not working, I'm out of...

well, I'm self-employed.

Oh, you mean you work for anybody?

- What?

- Do you work for Proudfoot?

- Who?

- Philip Proudfoot.

- Do you know who ICS are?

- I've never heard of them.

Unless you mean the

Ipswich Co-operative Society.

- Well, what do you think?

- I think it's clear.

- Let's leave it at that then.

- I'd better make sure.

- Alone at last.

- Please, no more party patter.

Madam, when I

approached you the other night,

it wasn't your body I was after,

merely a room for the evening.

Will, er... this take long?

It depends on Mr Hendrickson.

Oh, old fleecy-lined?

Thing is, I've got

me driving test Saturday.

- Oh, really?

- Yes, I failed it the first time.

I cocked up the hill start.

Still, I should be all right Saturday.

The test's in Acton.

I mean, there aren't any

hills in Acton, are there?

Right.

All right.

Yes, that was a little bit

careless of you, wasn't it?

Still, it's nice to see some sign

of feminine weakness.

I prefer that to your butch image.

All woman of mystery and frigid poise.

- What's your name, anyway?

- Imogen.

Imogen? Sounds like something

you put on cut knees.

All right, Imogen,

out of the way.

Have you really not got

a driving licence at your age?

What's that got to do with it?

Come on, move!

I don't see why.

You're not going to use that.

Who isn't? Who killed Lambert, eh?

You certainly didn't.

- Move!

- No.

I've got the gun!

Yes, I know.

But you're not going to stand there

and blow holes in my young body, are you?

You're just a learner.

Oh, that hurt!

That bloody hurt!

Satisfied?

Well, you can deal

with him in the morning.

Look, I am aware that in your business

I'm merely a novice,

whatever your business is.

But, speaking as a novice,

it may interest you to know

that for the last three miles

we've been followed

by a beige 3.8 Jaguar.

Four miles, and it's a Daimler.

Come on!

Come on!

Excuse me, are you people members?

- Where are you going?

- This'll do me. You can have the car.

I'm going straight to the police.

Oh, I would if I were you.

ICS might get you next time.

Hey, wait a minute!

I've never driven one of these before.

Where's reverse?

Come on, get a move on,

you great fairy!

I'm not doing it on purpose,

you silly sod!

Daddy's car, is it?

Hello. Who?

Oh, all right,

we'll accept the charges.

- Who is it, Miles?

- It's that fellow Otley.

- Gerry?

- Look, Rollo, is my gear still there?

Yes, yes, I know, I'll explain later,

but is my gear there?

Yes, but so's the law.

They're outside, watching the house.

It's very embarrassing.

This your car?

Certainly not.

Why didn't you wait in the pub?

God, you're a sight.

Quite. That's why

I didn't wait in the pub.

I had to walk all the way here

in profile. Give us the jacket.

What's he doing here?

Chicken pox is infectious, you know.

I've already got pneumonia.

Well, I thought it would

look more natural.

The police thought I was taking him

to the doctor's or something.

But surely they wouldn't

follow you here?

Listen, Gerry, they want to

speak to you very badly.

Have you seen that?

God, is that me?

That settles it.

In half an hour and a shave,

I'll be straight round

to the nearest police station.

Assisting them in their enquiries!

To prove my innocence.

- But that may not be all that easy.

- It should be. After all, I haven't done anything.

Look, where are you

going to go to now?

I'll just nip round to

Lin and Albert's.

- Thanks, Rollo.

- Be careful, Gerry.

...living in this floating slum.

Not my department. If you don't

want it backsliding, tidy up a bit.

Not that you've noticed,

but I happen to be far from well.

You're all right.

I am not all right, I am ill.

I have been ill for over a week now,

and every time somebody rings up

and says "How's Lin?"

You say "Oh, she's fine, lovely!"

Well, that's just what people say.

Look, a bore is someone, when you

ask them how they are, they tell you.

It's just so annoying.

This morning I was being sick

and going out of my mind with this head,

Pauline rings up and you say

"Lin? Oh, she's marvellous."

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