Twisted Nerve

Ladies and gentlemen,

in view of the controversy

already aroused,

the producers of this film

wish to re-emphasise

what is already stated in the film,

that there is no established

scientific connection

between Mongolism

and psychotic or criminal behaviour.

Right, come on, Pete-boy,

here we go...

You ready?

- Yes.

- Catch!

Very good!

Right, your turn now then.

- Ok?

- Yes.

Hello... you wanna

play with us?

- Yeah.

- Alright...

you stand over there,

I'll take you both on.

Tommy!

Oh, Tommy... Mummy's

got to go now.

- I'm so sorry.

- Ok.

- Come on, the bell's gone.

- Too bad, Pete.

Back soon. We'll have

another go, ok?

Take it easy, boy.

Don't do anything

I wouldn't do.

Uhh!

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye. Thank you.

Hello, Martin.

- Want a word?

- Yeah, thanks.

Come on in then.

Let's have some coffee, Jack.

Putting on a bit of

weight, isn't he?

Huh. Too much chocolate.

They all spoil him.

And why not?

Anything he needs?

Well you can bring some rubber

nappies next time if you like.

Thanks, Jack.

Can't have too many of those.

We never managed to get him

house-trained, for some reason.

Thanks.

Hasn't got much

longer, has he?

Well he's already had

longer than most, Martin.

- Should I get mother down?

- No, no...

he wouldn't know her,

not after all this time.

Only disturb her.

Wouldn't help him.

He'd miss me though,

wouldn't he?

Ahh, you're part

of a pattern.

He expects you.

Tell me, how are things

at home, Martin?

Fine!

No, leave it.

It doesn't matter.

Well, better be

getting back.

Sorry about the cup.

Thanks.

Martin...

How about you...

how are you getting on?

Me?

That's the stuff!

Bye.

How does this one work?

How much is the

Moon Explorer?

Thirty-nine and

eleven, miss.

Oh lord, that's

far too much.

- I'll take one of these.

- Thank you.

Twenty-five shillings.

There's your receipt.

Here we are, miss.

Thank you.

Just a moment, you two.

- Me?

- Both of you.

Would you mind coming to

the manager's office, please.

Alright, then.

Perhaps you two would

care to explain?

Explain what?

The toys you have

in your possession.

I bought a toy...

I paid for it...

and here's the receipt.

Yes we know.

And while you kept

the assistant busy, your...

boyfriend here...

put another toy in his pocket

and didn't pay for it.

Boyfriend?!

I've never seen him

before in my life!

They do know each

other, Mr Goss.

That's right. We saw the

looks they exchanged.

You know, you'll find

it much easier...

if you make a clean

breast of it.

I tell you, he's a

complete stranger!

Well don't just sit

there... tell them!

Please.

Hmm... we know

what he'll say.

Here it is, Mr Goss.

In his pocket.

Now then, young man...

before I call the police...

what have you to say?

Georgie likes ducks.

Never meant to take it.

He forgot.

Absent minded, eh?

So your name's

Georgie, is it?

And your friend here,

what's her name?

Georgie has no friends.

Georgie wants to

go home now.

I dare say he does...

but let's see what he's got

in the other pocket first.

Look, I think there's been some

kind of a mistake, don't you?

I'm sorry you've been

involved in this, miss.

If I could have your

name and address.

Yes, of course.

Susan Harper...

17, Richmond Grove.

You will let him go, won't you?

I shall have to report it, miss.

Oh, for a two and

sixpenny toy?

Surely, if I pay for it?

- Well you don't have to, miss.

- No, I'd like to, please.

- Here.

- Thank you.

It's very good of you.

Georgie...

This is yours, now.

So sorry, madam.

Most unfortunate.

Thank you.

A toy duck. How about that?

Now tell me, why in God's name

does he have to steal a toy duck?!

Wish I knew, Darling.

Are you sure?

I mean...

wh.. wh.. what's gone wrong?

- Is it my fault?

- No, of course not.

If anybody's to blame it's me...

I've spoilt him.

And I've helped you.

You've been wonderful.

If he'd been your own son...

I've have done a

damn sight less!

I mean it isn't as

if he's stupid.

What did his tutor

at Oxford say...

'Could be brilliant'.

What happens?

- Gets himself sent down.

- Darling, he did explain.

Oh, he always explains.

Look at those jobs I found him...

how long did he keep them?

Not everyone's cut out

for a stockbroker's office.

Then what is he

cut out for?

He was keen on farming...

where did that get us?

Christopher takes him on,

within twenty-four hours...

young Pamela runs

screaming to her mother...

where did they find him...

stark naked in

her bedroom!

Be fair, Henry... no girl

is that innocent.

She must have given

him some encouragement.

I tell you, Enid...

if we don't teach him,

I know who will...

the police.

- I'll talk to him.

- No!

There'll be no

more talking.

This time something's

gotta be done.

And I'm gonna do it!

Now, how about that...

there you are

you see... typical!

Comes creeping in,

sneaks upstairs...

disappears without

a word!

I'd like to know what

he does up there...

day after day,

with a door locked!

Now come along, Martin...

your father says

you're to get up.

And give me that...

it's going to be

thrown out.

But you gave

it to me!

You were in nappies once...

you don't still need

them, do you?

No, Mummy...

I don't.

And all this other junk...

that's going too.

You've just to to grow up!

Marty, Darling...

here...

What made you

take it, Marty?

This?

Well... he'll have

fun with this.

But you could have

paid for it.

I was going to.

Cow of a store detective

never game me a chance!

Honest, Mummy.

Oh, Darling, is

that a spot?

Hmm?

Oh, you've got such

a lovely skin.

Must take care of it.

Yup...

I do.

I wish you wouldn't

go down there.

Disturbs you.

Does it?

Ghastly place!

You put 'im there.

It hasn't done his bladder

much good, I can tell you that.

- That's cruel, Marty!

- It's the truth.

- He's happier there!

- Is he?

Of course he is!

Anyway, I had your future

to think about.

Oh, I know...

Pete would have been

a bit of a handicap...

in the marriage stakes,

wouldn't he?

You might never have made it.

Oh, stop it, Martin!

Don't worry, Mum...

it's our secret.

I'll never tell the

old bastard.

Stop it, I say!

- Your father...

- That's not my father!

Mine's six feet under in

Putney... chasing worms!

And from what I

remember of 'im...

they'll be enjoying

his company.

Martin, I sometimes wonder...

whether you feel anything

for anybody.

'Cept you, Mummy.

Ok... all yours.

Yes... you're right.

Have you got the time?

Yes, ten-past nine.

Oh, goodness...

I am late.

Ere... got any change, mate?

And the best of British

luck to you too!

- See you, bye.

- Yes, see you this evening.

Come along, all inside.

Hold tight.

He, he, he.

Here we are...

how 'bout this?

'The Tower of London'?

Get off! That's

history, innit?!

Well, that's blood-thirsty enough.

Even for you, Johnny.

Any girls in it?

Well there's Lady Jane Grey.

She gets the chopper.

I'd rather 'ave Lady

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