Schizo Page #3

I should be doing in May.

May?

You will let me know

when the dates are fixed, won't you?

Yes, of course.

You still practicing as hard as ever?

I've been slacking a bit lately.

Before the wedding

I was doing eight hours a day,

it's really essential.

That's pretty hard.

Yes. (laughs)

Um, well, with one thing or another,

I think we may have a case

of overwork here.

Well, could be.

It's really something more than that.

I just don't know what it is.

Um, your family--

is it true you're not in touch

with any of them?

There is a reason for my asking.

We were never very close.

We just lost contact.

Beth told me that you're--

How are things between you and Beth?

Uneventful.

Why did you interrupt me?

Did I?

You were going to ask me

about my mother, weren't you?

I believe she died

when you were quite young.

I don't really like to talk about it much.

Well, if there is no one you can turn to,

I hope you'll come and see me.

Yes, thanks, thanks, Leonard.

It'll have to be in the middle of the night

so Alan won't know. (laughs)

I enjoy my business and my pleasure,

as I'm sure you're aware of,

but I don't mix them--

whatever Alan might think.

(chuckles)

(man) --doesn't know my case!

(man 2) Well, I'm sorry.

Oh, there you are.

Why won't you see me, why won't you?

Eric, I'll see you at 4:00 as usual,

that's the time of your appointment.

No, look, I've got to see you, please.

I've got to talk to you, Leonard, please.

You know perfectly well

that's not possible.

You don't care, do you?!

You don't care if I was to

go through all that again!

Well, maybe if I was to go through you.

Look after Mr. Stevens

while I see this young lady to the door.

You're not going to harm

anybody, Mr. Stevens,

now come along, please.

Oh, what's the point?

It's gone too far now, it's gone too far--

I know what you're thinking,

but don't worry.

I've been treating him for two years.

There's hardly a week goes by

without him making

some sort of attempt

on his own life-- or mine.

But he--

He's quite harmless.

You've got my number.

Yes, thanks.

Bye.

Bye.

(clock ticking)

(thumping)

(thumping continues)

(thumping continues)

(door shuts)

(gasps)

(slow footsteps)

Sam?

He's here!

He's in the house!

What's going on?

This man has been following me,

now he's here!

Who, who is in the house?

I don't know.

Well, where is he?

Well, I don't know, do I?

Is he upstairs?

Oh, I don't know!

Wait here.

(sighs)

Sam, I don't quite understand.

Did you let this man in or what?

No, he got in somehow.

Where did you see him?

In the bathroom this morning.

This morning.

Oh, look, there was this shadow.

I thought it was you,

but you already had gone.

Well, I don't think

there's anyone here now.

Look, he left this.

It looks a bit like you.

It's my mother.

I wonder why he should have had it then.

I know I'm not making

much sense, I know, but--

Right, let's go and have a drink.

(sighs)

Did you get the shopping

while you were out?

(phone ringing)

Hello-- Falconer.

(heavy breathing)

Hello, Beth.

Oh, how did you know?

Well, you're so predictable, you see,

it's like that spider in the basin.

Had you written all over it.

Oh, get knotted-- I bet

it scared the hell out of you.

You wanna bet?

Oh, you're no fun.

Where's Samantha?

She's here, hang on.

Sam?

(door shuts)

(car starts, leaves)

Well, she was here, she's gone out.

Oh, I was going to invite her

for a drink tonight.

Well, invite me.

(knocking)

Come in.

You remember what you said to me today?

I would like to talk to you, Leonard.

Please?

(general conversation)

I can't help you, Alan.

But you've known her

since you were at school, haven't you?

Y-Yes, but I didn't really know

that much about her,

and I don't know what's been upsetting her

the last couple of days.

Well, she's never done

anything like this before,

just driving off without saying a word.

Ah! I think I know

where she might have gone.

Leonard said that he bumped into her today

and told her to go and see him

if she wanted to talk about anything.

I see.

Now, don't get the wrong idea.

Oh, Beth, you know Leonard.

Wrong idea?

I don't think it, Leonard, I know it.

How long has he been following you?

Since the wedding.

Why do you suppose he began then?

Because he--

(sighs)

Look, I know who he is.

His name is William Haskin.

He wants to kill me.

He saw my picture in the paper,

he came to my wedding and--

Well, now he's just playing with me until,

I suppose, he--thinks the time is right.

Who is this William Haskin?

He was my mother's lover.

She died.

But you already knew that, didn't you?

Her name was Maria Longworth.

That's my real name, Longworth.

Jean Longworth.

I was seven--(voice echoes)

(jar breaks)

(thump)

(Haskin) B*tch!

Your house--you paid for it.

(gasps)

That'll teach you to answer back.

Don't like to be told the truth, do you?

Don't call me a bastard.

I can do it when I want to.

with the right woman.

I hate you, I loathe you,

I despise you, you animal!

Get out of here!

No use to me, least of all in bed.

My husband may have been bloody boring

but at least he could

get it up once in a while.

Slut!

Oh, you got a big mouth!

Well, I'm one upon you then,

'cause there's nothing big about you!

(screaming)

You saw everything.

Yes.

Blood and pieces of flesh--

He was ripping her to pieces.

Then he just sat down on the floor

and started talking to himself.

I don't know what happened then.

The man was jailed, I presume.

Yes, but I think he was paroled

two years ago.

And now you assume

that he wants to do the same thing to you

as he did to your mother.

Yes.

You must know that he could

have no possible reason

for wanting to do that.

But he's mad.

He doesn't need a reason,

and he's here in London.

Have you actually seen him?

I told you, at the wedding.

But you saw a man

from a considerable distance.

You saw a shadow, you heard a voice.

He telephoned me.

He even knew my name.

Somebody telephoned you,

somebody who was reading old

newspaper clippings, perhaps.

No, what I think is most likely

is that the wedding

sparked off certain associations

and at a time when your mind

was most receptive to stimulus,

your imagination started racing.

This doesn't help me very much,

you saying that.

I mean, I can prove what I say.

I can find out the present whereabouts

of this William Haskin.

How?

If you would give me some more details,

I'll make a few inquiries.

(clattering)

Sorry, I thought I heard someone.

Listen, what we've just been saying,

it won't go any further, will it?

You know it won't.

No, I don't want anyone to know.

There are people at the clinic and--

My files are kept locked.

Not even my secretary has a key.

Now, then--

What prison did this Haskin go to?

Thanks.

Take care.

Yeah--

(laughing drunkenly)

Oh, wow.

Hey, you gonna be all right to drive?

Oh, yes.

Are you sure? Yes.

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