Paranoiac Page #4

Can't even walk straight.

Come on, Tony.

Nobody is going to leave

you all by yourself.

Come on,

Tony, have one drink with me.

I cannot...

And then we'll go home.

Ease it off, hey?

Don't you mind,

this is between brothers.

Come on.

Leave the poor thing.

You've just been rude

to my brother.

I don't like your stupid face

or your pop eyes.

I'm going to do something

about it right now with these.

Come on, Tony, let's go home.

You're not Tony.

If this other gentleman

insisted on pressing charges...

your brother

would be inside by now.

I'd like you to give him a

message from me when he sobers up.

If ever I catch him around my place

again, I'll call the police myself.

All right. He's only drunk.

Only drunk?

I've seen drunks before.

You watch him.

Now take my word

for it, you watch him.

That's right,

Tony, you watch me.

I'll watch you.

Where'd you come

from this time, brother?

The landlord phoned.

He said

you weren't fit to drive.

He's right, wasn't he?

What's it feel like

being a millionaire?

I'm not.

Formalities.

Just formalities.

What sort of an allowance

are you going to make me?

I'll leave that to Kossett.

He knows more

about it than I do.

Very generous. Eleanor, too?

I don't know

who found you, or where...

but you're Tony to a tee,

I'll give you that.

Pompous, self-opinionated,

holier-than-thou, and dull. So dull.

Still don't believe

I'm Tony, do you?

No.

Why not?

Just call it a hunch.

I'm afraid

you'll have to accept it.

I'll never

accept it, brother.

Never.

I'm drunk, Aunty.

But then

that's nothing new, is it?

Happy dreams, everyone.

Don't you touch him.

I think

you've done enough already.

Come on, Simon, put your

arm around me, that's it.

Tony,

come into the house quickly.

But, Tony, how did it happen?

I hardly know myself.

I pushed open the door, and before

I could see anything properly...

before I knew

what's happening...

this thing appeared.

Someone was wearing a mask.

The next thing I knew,

I was on the ground.

If it wasn't for this arm, I'd

think I'd dreamt the whole thing.

I'm sorry.

You're doing fine.

Shouldn't we tell somebody?

Who?

The police.

No.

You might have been killed.

I don't think so.

Not yet, anyway.

I'd rather wait to see

what happens next.

Tony, what does it all mean?

I don't know.

Has this sort of thing

ever happened to you before?

I've heard the organ playing

before and the boy singing.

No one ever seemed

to hear it but me.

I'd begun to think

it was all in my mind.

Did you ever go down

to see what was happening?

I was frightened.

Then why tonight?

I went to your room

to tell you about it...

but you weren't there, so I

guessed you'd gone downstairs.

I wanted to make sure

you were all right.

Look, I want you to go to your room...

take one

of your sleeping pills...

and sleep straight through

until the morning.

And no dreaming.

That's an order.

I'll try.

Eleanor, that singing,

whose voice was it?

I don't know...

but it sounded just like you,

before you went away.

There's one.

Another one.

You are happy,

aren't you, Tony?

Of course I am.

And you won't leave us again?

Does it mean so much to you?

It means everything.

Maybe I've changed.

Perhaps I'm not

the brother you remember.

Don't say that,

not even as a joke.

If something

were to happen to you now...

I don't know what I'd do.

Anyway, you are Tony, and

you the brother I remember.

It makes me feel safe

just having you near.

That's how it always

used to be, remember?

Do you remember when I used

to be frightened of anything...

you only had to speak

and I'd be all right again?

And when I had nightmares, you

used to come into my room...

and stay there

till I was asleep.

I always used

to feel contented...

at peace.

I feel that way now.

Thank you for

coming back, Tony.

I think we should go.

But it's not late, is it?

No, but I think we should.

All right.

I'll do that.

I'll turn the car around.

Good.

Tony! Help me!

Don't move!

Switch off the engine

and keep still!

Get out, over the windscreen!

I nearly left yesterday,

you know.

Simon.

Yeah.

Why don't we both leave?

There's nothing

here for you anymore.

You'd come away with me?

Of course.

Isn't that why I came here in

the first place, to be with you?

I haven't got any money.

Money doesn't matter...

as long

as we have each other.

You're more stupid

than I gave you credit for.

What is it about you that

makes you want to hurt people?

I don't hurt people.

Yes, you do, all the time.

Your aunt, Eleanor, me.

Do I hurt you?

Sometimes.

You're cruel.

Then you like me

hurting you, don't you?

Simon, let's go away.

There's no point.

With your brother back?

He won't be staying for long.

Why do you say that?

He won't.

Tony.

What is it?

Who's there?

Tony, who is it?

Come up here.

I suppose it was inevitable that

you should find out eventually.

God knows,

I did my best to prevent it.

You should have taken warning

the first time.

But you might

have killed Tony.

I only wanted to keep him away

from the old chapel while...

Simon was there.

I didn't want anyone to know.

To know what?

Haven't you guessed?

Your brother's mad.

He's insane.

And it's his fault!

All of it.

For some reason...

he felt

responsible for Tony's death.

For weeks, even months,

he would be normal...

then he'd get one of these

terrible fits of depression again.

This ghastly

impersonation I have to do.

Only by pretending that his

brother is alive can he find peace.

It's hideous...

the whole thing hideous.

But what can I do?

What can I do?

For the past few years...

he seems to have

been all right.

I began to think that...

whatever it was that had been

troubling him had gone forever.

Then you chose to return, and

it has started all over again.

I had hoped that...

your return would rid him

of this feeling of guilt...

and to be finished with this

business once and for all.

But this hasn't happened.

Your arrival has started

the whole thing over again.

I know the reason.

Whatever anyone

else may think...

Simon doesn't believe

that you're his brother.

He doesn't believe that you're

his brother and neither do I!

She knew about Simon

all that time.

What are we going to do?

We don't have

to do anything, I mean...

he isn't hurting anyone.

It's not as simple as that.

The brakes in your car didn't

just fail by themselves.

Who was it?

Francoise.

She's in love with Simon.

That's a problem she'll

have to work out for herself.

You'd better

get back to sleep.

Good night, Tony.

Eleanor.

Go away! Don't come near me!

I'm like Simon! I'm mad!

I'm insane, I'm dirty!

Eleanor!

I'm mad.

Go away, please go away.

I'm in love with you.

I'm in love with you, Tony.

Do you understand

what that means?

He was right about me!

I'm mad! I'm insane!

Stop it! Eleanor,

stop it, listen to me.

Simon was right about me.

I'm mad.

Listen to me.

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