Otley Page #3

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All right, well next time

she rings I'll say:

"You've just caught her in time. Another

ten minutes, you might have been too late."

Hello, young lovers.

How are you both?

- Oh, fine, fine.

- Good. Good.

What's happened to you?

Have you seen this picture?

- Who is it?

- It's me, you fool.

Not a very good likeness.

- Hey, for the Lambert thing.

- Yes.

When was this taken?

You know, Cornwall, last year.

- You're just off the picture.

- Oh, is she?

Lin, love, could you get me

some hot water for a shave,

- and a bacon sandwich?

- Yes, of course.

- I'll do you some eggs as well.

- Oh, ta.

- It was St Ives, wasn't it?

- Yes.

That little cottage.

Here, wait a minute.

Do you mean they're after you?

Yeah, I'm what's known as

"on the run".

And you've come here?

What a bloody cheek!

Hold that bacon sandwich.

Your lover's leaving.

Come on, Gerry, shove off!

Albert, I thought I could rely on you.

We're in the same football team.

I mean, we're more than just friends,

you know. You're my inside right.

Yeah?

And who didn't turn up Sunday?

- Ten-one.

- Ten? I was missed then.

Look, I don't want the police round.

I've got enough pot in here

to stone an army!

Albert, Gerry is having

something to eat and a shave.

So you can shut your mouth

and keep watch.

Good lad.

You always were good at breakfast.

Oh, the smell of that bacon!

You know, I haven't eaten

for two days.

You weren't all that friendly with

Eric Lambert, were you, Gerry?

No, not particularly.

He was just around,

and I used to sell him the odd thing.

Only the papers are all on

about this Official Secrets Act.

I mean, it sounds as if he was another one

of those bent civil servants.

Eric Lambert a spy or something?

Silly sod.

Well, mind you, Albert's got

this friend, you know, Alan,

who's in Fleet Street,

and he reckons that...

Ah, we know all about

Albert's Fleet Street pub gossip.

It was him who told us the Mafia

were running the Sunlight laundry.

They're coming! They're coming!

I knew it! I knew it!

They're here!

Oh, pull yourself together.

It's all right for you.

I could get six months!

What a waste!

What a bloody waste!

Nepalese, you know.

They're not the police.

- What?

- No, they're more like the other lot.

- What other lot?

- Another day, love.

- Where are you going?

- To the police.

Ten-one, did you hear?

I heard.

Who's this, then?

Who's what, then?

Well, someone's just

arrived in your car.

Ah!

I'm hoping it is a Mr Otley.

Yes, I think it probably is.

Good morning!

Morning.

You'd better run along.

I thought we were going to have lunch.

Another day.

Oh, I'm sorry, er... To...

Otley.

Good. How do you do?

- Have you eaten?

- Almost.

I thought we'd have

lunch together, but,

as your face is all

over the Standard,

we'd better send out for some.

- Doris?

- Yes?

Get Franco to make us something up.

- Ah, well...

- On a tray.

- Oh, but what?

- He'll know!

Oh, Paul is staying with us,

so you won't try anything, will you?

- I doubt it.

- Lovely.

You know, I can never drink

red wine at lunchtime.

It makes me so sleepy.

Like it?

You've got to be careful

with this Persian stuff.

Most of it's made in Paris.

I am... careful.

What do you think of the room?

A bit Baghdad-Hilton for my taste.

Yes.

Well now,

sit down.

Question time.

Look, I've been up all night

answering questions

with somebody called Hendrickson.

I told him and I'll tell you,

whoever you are,

I did not kill Lambert.

Oh, we know that, dear.

No, what concerns us

is there might be other people,

who know what Lambert knew.

Yourself, for instance.

Well, I don't. And if I did,

you could have it. Cost.

Yes, well, you could be lying.

Yeah, but I'm not, am I?

Mmm. Thing is,

I ought to verify that, really.

By all means, verify it.

Mmm. That's the trouble.

That's Paul's job.

And he's so vicious.

He's got a thing against youth.

Now, hang on! That's a bit primitive.

By the time you realise I know nothing,

I'll have taken a hammering!

You're a sophisticated sort of a villain.

What about the drugs?

The truth things,

the old pentathol, then?

Have a go at me psyche,

leave me body alone!

Excuse me.

Proudfoot.

Yes, he's here.

Oh, we were just having a little chat.

Yes, I realise that,

but surely there's no harm in...

...there's far too much at stake

to take any chances. I told you that before.

But there's no need for Johnston yet.

Look, er... just a minute.

Would you mind?

Look, I'd just as soon skip lunch.

Hendrickson?

Let's go over what we know.

Nice piece.

Mind you, you've got to be careful

with this Persian stuff.

Still, I'd give you ten quid for it.

Twelve? Fifteen?

Well, that's it,

get your head under the sheets, snuggle down.

Whatever you're doing,

wherever you may be.

This is Pete Murray wishing

you all a very good night.

Sweet dreams.

- Are you with us?

- You tell me.

- How are you feeling?

- Terrible.

D'you know who I am?

I don't know anything. I don't know

anything about anybody any more.

I just assume somebody slipped

LSD in me Bovril and I'm on a trip.

A London number, please.

Grosvenor 2124.

This is 496.

Thank you.

- I'm Johnston.

- Oh, really?

Do you work for, er... ICS?

On and off, I'm their assassin.

Proudfoot? It's me.

Look, I've just got back here

but there's no package.

No, no. Drove straight off as arranged

and when I got here - nothing.

Well, he must have escaped.

Well, it's not my fault, is it?

You'd better ask your boys.

Yeah? All right,

keep in touch, keep in touch.

Right, goodbye,

- Coffee?

- Er... thank you.

Did you kill Lambert?

Pardon?

Er... did you kill Lambert?

Yes. Yes, I did.

- Do you take sugar?

- Two.

Right.

Yes, yes, I did Lambert.

You were snoring on the sofa,

pissed as a newt,

so I brought you out here

for a day in the country.

- Yes, but why?

- Well, it all helps to confuse the law.

Anyway, no one realised then

you were "in it" with Lambert.

Look, I keep telling

everybody I'm not!

Come off it, son.

It fell out of your

pocket last Sunday.

It wasn't until last night

that I realised what it was.

Otherwise I'd have hung on

to you in the first place.

It's 18th-century English.

For tobacco. Not rare, but rare enough.

About ten quid.

And what are you asking, Lambert?

Ten thousand.

Ah. Soda?

No, thank you.

Otherwise you go to Hadrian?

Obviously.

I don't suppose I've got much choice.

You haven't.

Ten quid?

It's worth ten thousand.

I can use that.

That's why you've escaped.

Now, who is he?

Yes, I know him.

Mmm, I thought you might.

Not because of what you think.

I've only known him since Monday.

His name's Hendrickson.

- Hendrickson?

- And the only reason I had that shoe

is because I whipped it.

Normally go round

pinching things, do you?

Yes, as a matter of fact I do.

It's just as well you do know him.

That's the reason you're alive.

Bet it's Japanese.

Come on, I've got some checking up

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