Twisted Nerve Page #2

Chatterley.

Mmm, I bet you would!

But you take this...

you'll like it, I promise you.

Thank you.

- There you are.

- Thanks.

- See ya!

- Goodbye, doll!

Bye.

Yes, please?

Hello.

Georgie!

Hello!

What are you doing here?

What's this for?

The duck.

But I told you... that

was a present.

A... present for you.

For me?

Oh, thank you, Georgie!

Thank you, very much!

But how did you find me?

Followed you.

Where from?

Your home.

But if you were there,

why didn't I see you?

There was a black man

with you.

Oh, Shashie.

He's a 'P.G.'

A 'Paying Guest', he

lives with us.

Does he take you

to the cinema?

He hasn't yet...

he might.

Georgie could take you!

Oh... well...

that's very sweet of

you, Georgie, but I can't.

Honestly, I have

to work at night.

Here?

At home... for my exams.

I want to be a

teacher, Georgie.

Oh.

Look, you can't

go around like that...

Here, let me.

Take these, Miss Harper.

Look...

I don't know whether you're

dressing or undressing your friend...

but I do wish you wouldn't

do it in the public library!

Sorry, Georgie.

I must get on with

my work now, really.

Goodbye.

Thank you for the chocolates.

Please.

Can't Georgie have a book?

About animals.

Of course you can.

Come on, we'll find one.

Got your ticket?

No.

Oh...

Where do you live, Georgie?

In hotels... in London.

With my Daddy.

I tell you what...

I'll take it out in my name...

and when you've finished,

bring it back.

But be sure you do or

I'll get into trouble.

Ok?

Yes...

Susan.

What a load of crap!

Martin!

Martin!

Oh...

Come down a

moment, please.

Come in, lad... sit down.

I've good news for you...

you're off to Australia, Perth...

in about three

weeks time.

Am I?

Yes. I've spoken to

our people...

they fixed a job for you.

Sheep farming.

Oh, what you make of

the job is up to you.

I see.

Everything's settled

then, is it?

Yes...

air ticket, passport.

Your permit will be through

in a few days time.

Oh, you'll need clothes of course,

but get 'em out there.

I'll pay.

And Mum?

She heard the good news?

She has...

Upset?

Buckets of tears?

She's upset, of course...

but, she agrees.

Of course.

Always upset,

always agrees.

I want none of that...

this is for your good!

Mine? Not yours?

Or hers?

Martin...

the one thing in the world

your Mother most wants...

is a man out of you!

Now, don't you give

a damn about that?

Her happiness?

What do you think?

I'll tell you what I think...

I think the most worrying

thing about you is...

that you haven't got

a single friend.

Not one!

- Haven't I?

- Well who?

Come on, tell me... who!?

Wouldn't you like to know.

And now it's about time

I let you into a little secret...

You mind?

You... can't send

me anywhere!

Can't I?

No.

I've over twenty-one.

Then it's bloody well

time you acted like it!

So I'm not going.

But thanks for the offer.

Well you're not

staying either.

How about that!?

Here...

you can try starting

as I did...

with fifty pounds.

Lets see how far you get.

Now... pack up!

Go on!

I want you out of this

house by tomorrow.

Ok.

And I may need this.

Thanks.

Dad.

Tomorrow... you

understand?!

Keep the change.

Face it, Enid...

he's not normal.

Now, where the devil did

I put those cufflinks?

Oh, it's alright, here

they are.

He should have seen

that psychiatrist...

when I wanted him to.

Please, God...

Oh, thank you, sir.

Belgravia, 00102, please.

- Your Belgravia number, sir.

- Thanks.

Hello, Mummy? This

is Martin.

Oh, Marty, Darling...

thank God you phoned!

Where are you?

London Airport.

What are you doing there?

Listen Mummy, I'm off

to Paris in a few minutes.

Paris?!

Mummy, listen.

I had a row with

Dad last night.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry, Mummy. He was

right. I was wrong.

Tell him I am going

to Australia...

if that's what he wants.

Oh... Darling, of course!

Must go now, flight's

been called.

I'll be back in... two

weeks. Ok?

But Marty, Darling...

tell me, why Paris?

What made you...

I'll write you, Mummy.

Goodbye.

Silly old cow!

I want this posted

for me in Paris.

Any ideas?

- Full of them, sir.

- Know anyone going today?

- You leave it to me, Mr Clifford.

- Thanks.

You know... bit of

bird trouble.

Supposed to be there...

rather be here.

We've all been

through it, sir.

Don't worry, it's

on it's way.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

I want you to send

some flowers for me.

Where to, sir?

Seventeen, Richmond Grove.

Well it's clear enough...

'With thanks for all your

kindness', James Clifford.

But I've never even

heard of him.

You must have.

One of the boys from

the university?

Roses? That lot?

I know what they expect

for a bar of chocolate!

What, and don't they

ever get it then, love?

Or don't you like

chocolate?

Not even a little nibble?

He, he, he.

Roses then, eh?

I'll begin to hear the

patter of tiny feet.

Ha, ha. All I can hear is the

patter of tiny minds!

Ha, ha, ha, ha...

Still... it's 'ere to

stay, you know.

So you keep reminding us.

Well why not?

It's on me mind, love.

It's like I keep telling these

long-haired directors...

if you want me to sell your

crummy films, I say...

you've gotta give it a

a good dose of'S and V'.

That's what the public wants.

Sex and violence.

Cartoon, ice cream,

the old'S and V'...

and they're happy.

What do you say

Professor?

- Me, Mr Henderson?

- Yeah.

Ah...

well in my country,

'S and V' used to mean...

- 'Shoot the Viceroy'.

- Ha, ha, ha.

Today it means a

population explosion...

and food riots.

And both seem to call forward

a strength, Mr Henderson.

A rare quality.

Yeah, maybe.

But I tell you one thing...

you'll never make

it unpopular!

Ha, ha, ha.

Oh well, if you'll excuse

me, Mrs Harper...

I have some studies.

Of course. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Goodnight, Susan.

Goodnight, Shashie.

You can't really talk

to them, can you?

No sense of humour.

Don't be discouraged...

He's probably up there

laughing his head off.

Mmm...

chilly!

Yes, well I think I'll, erm...

I'll bowl down the local and

have one with the lads.

Coming?

See you later, then.

Did you have to?

What?

Make him feel small?

He is small, Mum!

He's awful.

He is human, and

he pays.

He gets good value.

What do you mean

by that?

Oh, Mum...

Well come on, what?

Now look here, Susan...

you come home three

times a year...

and I tell you, I'm very glad of

a little company in this house.

Someone with a

little life.

Alright, so he enjoys

a good laugh...

what's wrong with that?

Look, Mum... I don't give a damn

what he enjoys in this house,

or on the house, for

that matter.

The only thing on

this house, my girl...

is your education.

I'd have sold this damn

barn of a place years ago...

if it hadn't been for that.

I know, Mum.

I'm sorry.

Only one more year.

That's all.

Yeah... then what?

Forty, snotty-nosed little

kids to look after.

Big deal!

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