Twisted Nerve Page #7

devined the truth...

before science,

when he wrote;

'No puppet master... '

'pulls the strings on high. '

'A twisted nerve,'

'a ganglion gone awry,'

'Predestinates the sinner... '

'or the saint. '

Still at it, Georgie?

You are working hard.

Be careful, that's

very sharp.

I've just put the kettle on,

come and have a cup of tea.

Where's Susan

gone to?

London.

I've got a surprise

for you, Georgie.

Guess who 'phoned?

Daddy.

He wants to take

you away, Georgie.

I shall miss you.

When you go and Susan's

back at school, I shall be alone.

Will you miss me?

When's she coming back?

Susan?

She didn't say.

Oh yes, that reminds me...

what was it now she was

so anxious to know...

Oh yes, had you ever mentioned

anyone called 'Durnley'?

Yes, that was the

man's name... 'Durnle... '

Georgie!

Georgie, you've

cut yourself...

oh you poor boy!

Use your handkerchief.

What did she say?

You better come up to my room

and let me see to it...

What did she say,

she say, say...?

About the Durnleys?

Oh 'Martin', that was his first

name, I've just remembered.

Who is he, Georgie... hmm?

Who is he, this 'Martin'?

I wonder if he's anything to

do with that murder.

His name was Durnley.

What is it? You're

trembling.

It's alright. Tell Mummy

all about it.

I'll teach her, teach her,

teach her...

What's the matter?

What is it?

Take your filthy

hands off... ME!

You're mad!

She wants me to

send him back.

Well?

Shashie, I'm scared.

What is he, schizo,

or something?

Autistic, more likely.

Rather stay a child,

a baby, if he could.

And with a mother

like that,

feeding him a daily diet

of her anxieties...

I don't wonder at it.

I tell you what I've

been wondering...

that night his

father died,

did he really have

that nightmare?

Oh... sorry, Sir.

They want Harold and Mary,

here, for the next show.

Alright.

What do I do?

You come with me.

Morning, gentlemen.

- Morning, Sir.

- All ready for a trip 'round the bay?

Where's the Maharaja?

Ahh, Kumar. You with

us today?

Err... sorry, Sir John.

Just coming.

There you are, see what

you chaps can pick up...

in a teaching hospital!

- Ha, ha, ha.

- Come on.

Well he usually goes

around like a dose of salts.

So I shan't be long.

But when you go back, I'm

going with you, understand?

- Thank you, Shashie.

- Good.

Oh, nurse...

is there a 'phone?

- On the ground floor.

- Oh damn! Really?

- Is it urgent?

- Yes.

Look, Sister's in casualty,

use hers.

- Oh could I?

- If you're quick about it...

but don't tell her

her I told you!

Thank you.

This telephone is for

staff use only!

Sorry, Sister.

Fourpence, please.

There was no reply.

Thank you.

Let's ask the Maharaja.

He's good with the girls.

Diagnosis, please.

Uhm...

The character of the

abdominal pains,

suggests an infection of

the lower intestine.

Oh no, it's not that.

It isn't?

No... it's them pills the

black nurse give me.

I've been on the

bed pan ever since.

- You have?

- Yes.

I'm on it now!

In that case we

better leave you.

Mum?

Mum?

Anyone at home?

Mum?

Are you down there?

Mum!

Hello?

Hello, Susan?

Oh, it's you, Shashie.

Did you get my note?

- I nearly got heart failure!

- Yes I'm sorry...

but I'd forgotten it

was Clarkie's half day...

and I didn't want Mum

to be alone here.

Are you alright?

Yes, I'm alright.

Is your mother there?

No, she's out.

No sign of anyone.

Good!

Now if he does show...

keep out of his way.

I'm leaving as

soon as I can.

Yes, Doctor!

- Bye.

- Goodbye.

Uhh!

Gerry!

Yoike!

It's you!

Well, it's not a

bloody Ghost!

You look as if you're

expecting one.

You're early.

Well... I'm drunk!

Celebration?

What, yeah...

yeah... well I said I'd

do it, and I've done it!

You call 'em

'films', I said.

'Films'?!

'Celluloid manure',

that's more like it!

I... gave it to 'em...

the whole script.

Uncut.. in new over.. 3D and..

stereo.. le.. phonic sound...

and... there was no interval

for refreshments, either!

Ha, ha, ha...

What did they say?

You're fired!

Fired?

Oh... dear!

Ha, ha! 'oh dear'... that's

very good... yes.. ha, ha...

He, he... twelve years...

twelve years I've been...

kissing their backsides and

now... I'm out on mine!

Lost me job...

lost my home...

Ahh...

And I've lost my senses

by the look of it as well!

Let me make you

some coffee.

Oh...

Make you feel better.

No, not just now...

thanks, love.

Have you got an aspirin?

Soon get some.

- Huh!

- Don't scream!

Hello, Susan.

Hello, Georgie.

Sur... surprised you.

Didn't I?

Yes... I was just getting

some aspirin for Gerry.

He's downstairs.

Better stay there.

You've had a busy day.

Yes.

Visiting?

Yes.

Anyone I know?

You hurt your hand.

It's ok.

Your mum saw to it.

Before she went out.

How's... m...

mm... mmm... my old lady?

She wants you back.

Martin.

Yeah.

I've got other ideas.

And we're a bit pushed.

Put that on.

Why?

You want to look

your best, don't you?

What for?

Getting married.

Go ahead...

Put it on... Susan!

He bribed a porter to post

that letter. We know that.

He never went to Paris.

We know that.

Now, where's he hiding?

And why?

Ever thought

about death?

Dream it?

It's like swimming.

Only, there's no one

there to pull you out.

There will be time for everything,

with a bit of luck.

You cant help what you

dream. Can you?

You can't.

And it's all night long.

All night.

Sleep well, my Darling?

Yes thank you, Mummy.

Some dreams you don't

have to be asleep for.

Like the ones about you.

They'd surprise you.

Would you like a

surprise, Susan... first?

Sit down.

No!

No, not there.

Here.

Oh...

Ooh...

No... bloody wood!

Do you know what I dreamt

you'd do then, Susan?

Do you? Do you?

Listen to this.

Listen...!

It has to be slowly.

Very slowly.

You... pull me over you.

Right over you.

I can feel your knee pressing

beneath me and it's... hard.

And when the nurse

brought him in...

and gave him to me...

the doctor said...

'you can stop worrying'...

'you've been lucky'...

'he's not a Mongol'.

Can you understand...

can you imagine

how I felt, Susan?

I wept.

He was so beautiful.

A miracle!

That's how I wanted

to keep him.

A baby. In my

arms, forever.

I've waited so long, you see.

That's why it

has to be slowly.

Slowly.

Only, if a man asked

a girl that...

she'd laugh,

wouldn't she?

I wouldn't laugh, Georgie.

You wouldn't?

Alright then, Susan.

Take it.

Go on.

Take it.

Take it!

No, Georgie!

Why not?!

Tell me! Why not!?

Shh!

There you are, listen.

Like wedding bells.

Now, Susan.

Now!

I can't, I tell you!

I can't!

Then why pretend

you could!?

Why!?

You've got to now,

do you hear?

Do you hear?

GOT TO!

- No!

- ARRRGGHHH!

Meurgh...

Uurgghhh...

Here, put it on.

We're going.

You go.

No, us...

us, us, us, US!

I'm not going.

Not with you, Martin.

With Georgie, then.

Georgie.

No!

You're going to

kill me anyway.

Oh, damn!

- Who is it?

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