Twisted Nerve Page #5

of rage, when frustrated.

And only fun, destroying

those who frustrate him.

Now, it's hard to feel

sorry for him, isn't it?

- Oh, dear.

- Yet, he is really sick...

he's diseased.

And there very few

of us who can help him.

Sphericals!

If he's off his trolley,

I still say 'top 'im'!

Here we are. Morning

everyone.

- Morning.

- Good morning.

Morning.

- Here you are, Georgie.

- Thanks.

Eat it all up now, it'll

make you strong.

Fresh toast, Shashie?

Most kind, Mrs Harper.

Oh, Georgie...

I'll be ready in

about an hour.

Ok.

Hey...!

You're not so backward,

are you, son?

Pardon?

So you've got two then?

Two what?

Eggs, of course.

Oh, yes.

- Sleep well last night?

- Mmm.

Yeah. I bet you did!

Where's Susan gone to?

Gawd... blimey!

You're a bit of a

glutton, aren't you, son?!

You'll be asking for

old Clarkie next.

When's it gonna

be her turn?!

- I see...

- Oh. Sorry.

I...

Going in for bodybuilding

now then, are you?

Hmm?

Building up his strength?

Oh.

Yeah.

Huh!

Making quite a fuss

of him, aren't you?

Well, why not?

Bit strong, isn't it?

What is?

With a half-wit!?

Your jokes are getting

a bit stale, Gerry.

And... everything else

as well. Is that it?

Well, now you come

to mention it.

Oh look here, Gerry. I think

you better leave.

What?

Shall we say a week?

You can say what you

bloody well like!

What does it mean

'top him'?

Oh.

It's an old... British

remedy, Georgie.

Admired by those who

find it... easier to kill...

than to... cure.

Right, lets get some

light on it.

Yes...

that's about it.

How 'bout the

footprints, Tom?

Rubber soles. Eight and

a half.

His missus says this door's

always kept locked.

So looks as though who

ever it was...

was waiting for him

over there.

That lock been forced?

No, Sir.

Oh no, here comes

the brain drain!

Stay where you are, you.

- Morning, Taffy.

- Morning, Superintendent.

Brought your crystal ball?

What do you see?

Well, Sir...

deceased died of multiple injuries

inflicted by a sharp instrument.

Time, approximately

midnight.

Contents of stomach...

oysters, white fish, possibly

halibut...

Yes, I don't want

the menu...

just give me the

weapon.

The walls of the

lower abdomen...

have been punctured

three times to a depth...

I said weapon!

Scissors.

Tell you what...

double or quits this

isn't a pro job. You on?

I'm getting old, Super...

saving for retirement.

That raincoat... anything?

Oh yes, Sir...

plastic, new, large size...

mass produced, colour grey...

Yes, I'm not colour-blind.

Blood stains, group 'O',

rhesus-positive...

identical with deceased.

- That the lot, Taffy?

- Yes, Sir.

And I left my brains

on the beat!

What have you

fellows got?

Electromagnifiers, computers,

memory banks...

ultraviolet, supersonic

microwave machines.

They buy you a half-million

pound lab and stick you in it...

with a bunch of birds wearing

skirts just long enough...

to cover their parking meters...

and what do you

come up with?

No more than my nipper could

'ave told me the day he was...

old enough to raise his...

truncheon!

Give me that!

And get on your feet, that man,

whad'ya think you are...

the sleeping bloody beauty!

Yes?

Sorry to trouble you again.

Doctor, do you mind?

I'd like Mrs Durnley to

get some sleep.

What is it?

It's this raincoat, Ma'am.

Ever seen it before?

No.

You're quite sure?

Yeah.

Oh, there was just

one other thing.

Does anyone else have

keys to the garage?

Thompson.

My son, Martin.

Myself.

Thompson, Ma'am... staff?

No, from the mews...

he washes the cars.

I see.

And your son?

He's away.

Perhaps you chaps

could help us there?

He's in France,

somewhere.

Should be here

with his mother.

Well hasn't anyone

heard from him?

Oh, yes.

We had a sweet

letter from him.

Made his father

so happy.

Mmm.

He doesn't say where

he's going, eh?

Well, we'll have to see

what we can do.

I'll leave you to rest

now, Mrs Durnley.

Thank you, Doctor.

- Superintendent...

- Ma'am?

If... if nothing was

was stolen...

no money taken...

why?

Why?!

Well that's what we

hope to find out, Ma'am.

...see the wife's mother.

Her night off.

I see.

What was he like,

your boss?

Alright.

No frills.

One of us, really.

Sounds like my boss, he's

got no frills.

No bleedin' heart either.

It's first time I've been off

my feet all week!

On duty, Sergeant Rogers?

Err... yes, Sir.

So I see.

Let's 'ave it.

- You made this?

- My wife, Sir.

Well you wanna look

after her...

it's a good cuppa.

That young Durnley?

Yes, Sir.

A nice looking lad.

Yes, Sir.

This is gonna come as

quite a blow to him.

Yes, Sir?

Well, won't it?

Yes, Sir.

He, he, he.

Young Mr Martin's

parting gift.

What this?

Quite a joker,

that lad.

Oh... great sense

of humour.

For those who

understand it.

Oh quick, that man... get

him back for me, will you?

Yes, Sir.

Err... yes, Sir?

Ahh... Rogers...

You're doing a fine job!

Finish your tea.

Hey!

Come on!

Sue...

Let's blow.

Where to?

I'm easy. Your room?

Don't be a drag, Philip!

My place then?

Why not?

Don't want.

You've never tried.

Philip, you're stoned!

Put me to bed, then.

Look...

you can sleep it off,

or have it off...

but not with me!

Night, Susan.

You bloody idiot you!

God, it's a complete

right-off!

What the hell were

you up to?!

I saw that...

bastard did it

on purpose!

What?!

I ought to... stuff this

down your bloody throat!

Philip!

Stop it!

It's alright, Georgie.

Couldn't be helped.

You get off to bed.

That's it.

Goodnight.

Couldn't be helped?!

You heard what

Mac said.

Mac could be mistaken.

Well...

it's been a long day.

Party's over.

Party?

There you are, Philip...

send me the bill.

Mac, you'd better drive.

Ok.

Come on, Judy.

Thanks a lot.

Goodnight.

Well err... see you

tomorrow then?

No.

But we're going

swimming.

I am.

Got you.

So, when do I see

you again then?

Next term. Perhaps.

If you're carrying

field glasses.

They're waiting for

you, Philip.

Oh... alright!

And thanks...

for nothing!

Come on, Georgie!

Oh, it's freezing!

I've had enough.

Race you back.

One, two, three... go!

Susan!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Oh!

Oh!

Ever been had!?

Oh... you cheat!

Let me get you...

Oh, I nearly died of fright.

Oh, it's cold!

Here, dry yourself. Get

dressed. Quickly.

Like it here?

- Super!

- Yes.

Dad and I used to come here

quite a lot in the old days.

Georgie!

You'll get us locked-up,

Georgie.

I'd better get

decent too.

- No one's here.

- But I am!

Any brothers or

sisters, Georgie?

A brother.

Pete.

Where's he?

Australia.

On a sheep farm.

He's the boss.

Does he look like you?

Girls like him.

He's big. Strong.

Plays the guitar too.

Sounds quite

a swinger.

I'd like to meet

your brother Pete.

Yes.

He'd marry you.

Huh!

Oh, Georgie!

Oh, Georgie...

how lovely!

Thank you.

How sweet of you.

Georgie!

Don't you ever

do that again!

...lay back upper two,

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