Twisted Nerve
- M
- Year:
- 1968
- 118 min
- 155 Views
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.
house-trained, for some reason.
Thanks.
Hasn't got much
longer, has he?
Well he's already had
longer than most, Martin.
- 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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