Victim Page #2

the bench in front of the judge.

Harry brent won't do that.

Then I should tell him to find

somebody else to lose the case for him.

- You would too.

- Yeah, damn right I would.

- Mel?

- Yes, in here, darling.

- Hello, darling. Hello, Scott.

- Hello, love.

- And how are the little idiots today?

- It's not a lunatic asylum.

- Isn't it? I thought it was.

- Very funny.

- Did you get Ronnie off all right?

- Yes. Miserable.

- Why don't you stay and have dinner with us?

- Can't, thanks. I'm just off.

I've a lot of work tonight.

The Campbell brief fell

into my lap last week.

Lord knows why they call

it a brief. It never is.

- What will you do about dinner?

- Don't worry. I've got some stuff in the fridge.

- Are you sure?

- Oh, yes, of course.

- All right. Good

night. - Night-Night.

- Take care of each other.

- Good night.

Good night.

You know, I worry about Scott living

on his own with Ronnie to bring up.

He seems lost since Helen died.

I think he ought to get married

again. Ronnie needs a mother.

- Why don't you tell him? You're his sister.

- I have. He doesn't seem to want to.

- Perhaps he's not in love with anybody.

- Then he ought to be.

that's typical feminine logic.

Do you love me?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

A little reassurance helps.

Come on.

Thanks a lot.

Frank. Frank! Hey, Frank! Wait!

- Hi, Frank.

- Oh, hello,Jack.

- Hi, Sylvie.

- Here.

- What?

- In here.

- Where have you sprung from,Jack?

- I want to get down to the coast.

- What's stopping you?

- Sylvie! IfJack wants to shake down for the night, he's welcome.

No. I told you last time he

came I wouldn't have him anymore.

- You're not going to stop me having who I like in my own house.

- Don't quarrel over me, please.

- He's staying, Sylvie.

- Not with us!

Why can't he stick with his own sort?

You can come home, FrankJefferies,

when you've got rid of him.

I:

- I never knew Sylvie felt like that about me.

- What's up,Jack?

- I'm in terrible trouble, Frank.

- Can I help?

- I've got to get out of the country.

I can buy a job as a steward on a

ship if I can get to Southampton.

I need 20 quid though.

I haven't got it tonight, but I'll wire

it to you first thing in the morning.

- Will you?

- Of course I will.

thanks a lot, Frank.

- I-I'm sorry about

- - No, no, no, no.

- I'll say good-Bye then. - No, no.

I'll walk with you to the coast road.

You can tell me all about it, get

it off your chest. It'll do you good.

Well, if that's the way of

it, you're in a hell of a mess.

- Have you told me everything?

- Everything.

- Now do you understand why I took the money?

- Of course.

- I wish you'd stay and face the music.

- No.

- I'd go to the police with you.

- No! They'd twist hell out of me!

- Make me say why I took it.

- It's bound to come out in the end.

Look, I know what I'm doing. I'll be

off now, Frank. I'll soon catch a lift.

Good-Bye, and thanks.

What, for a measly 20 quid?

No, for knowing me all these years...

And still being a friend.

Well, it used to be witches.

At least they don't burn you.

Good luck,Jack.

You'll never forgive me, will you?

It's not your fault you haven't

got enough brains to understand.

- Oh, you have, I suppose.

- I feel sorry for him, that's all.

- Sorry, for that?

- Yes.

Jack used to talk to me.

He's very lonely deep inside.

Hasn't got what you

and I have got, Sylvie.

Hello?

No, this is Mrs. Farr speaking.

What name?

Barrett?

Well, where's he calling from?

Oh, very well. I'll accept the call.

Go ahead, caller.

Mr. Farr?

Barrett. Jack Barrett.

It's urgent.

I'll call again at 8:00 in the morning.

Oh, all right. I'll

give him the message.

Hello. I thought you'd gone to bed.

- I had, but I heard the telephone.

- Who was it? Someone for me?

Ayoung man-Barrett. He

was phoning from Kelworth.

He reversed the charge, so I

thought I ought to accept the call.

What did he want?

He'll phone again tomorrow

morning about 8:
00.

He sounded quite desperate.

This Barrett

- Is it a case?

It is now.

Never mind. Let's go.

# No better livin'on my payroll

# You can't hang

nothin' on the telephone

# Bad girls maybe

# Mmm, a beautiful sight

# If you don't pass out

# When they squeeze you tight

# For my speed the

livin'is nice and light

# Can't sleep at home

but she's there, all right

# And she's a-Long,

and she's a-Tall

# And she's a

honey-Honey-Honey

# She's a

honey-Honey-Honey

# She's a

honey-Honey-Honey

During the last seven months

in your job as wages clerk...

You've been drawing the salaries

of five fictitious workmen.

All told, you've

appropriated around 2,300.

Where is it?

You've opened a bank account, a post

office savings book, haven't you?

- What name did you give?

- Isn't it enough that I said I took the money?

- Your employers want it back.

- Where is it?

Uh, I've

- I've spent it.

What on, son?

There's nothing new in your wardrobe.

You live cheaply, eat cheaply.

- Who's been putting the squeeze on you?

- Come on, open up!

- We don't like blackmail any more than you do.

- Look, I took the money!

I stole it, and I spent it. That's all.

We mean to find out what's

behind this, Barrett.

You've got yourself in a real jam, son.

Far better come clean. Then we can help you.

Ah, we're wasting our time, sir.

All right, Barrett, let's see what a

little solitary contemplation'll do.

Get in a sensible frame of mind

and we'll talk to you again later.

- Right, off you go.

- MacI

Put him down.

That boy's not a thief.

More victim than criminal,

if my supposition is right.

I'm always worried, sir, when I find myself

allowing the motive to mitigate the crime.

Yes, our jobs would be much easier if we just

had to deal with the bill Sikes of this world.

Come in.

The stuff they took from the drain -

It's a scrapbook, sir, now

we've got it pieced together.

You haven't eaten your dinner.

Must stoke up, you know.

What's gonna happen to me?

They'll talk to you again

later when you've had a rest.

Why don't you sleep a

bit, put your feet up?

That's right. Rest.

Shut your eyes. Sort out your answers.

You'll have to tell the truth in the end.

Might as well make up your mind to it.

Fulham Police Station have

been on the telephone, sir.

- A detective Inspector Harris.

- Well?

- He'd like you to drop in, sir.

- Well, it's on my way home.

- What about?

- The inspector didn't say, sir.

But I got the impression it

was a matter of some importance.

Well, telephone my wife, will you?

- Tell her I'll be a bit late.

- Yes, sir.

- And there's another thing.

- Oh?

A letter from the Lord

Chancellor's office.

Don't tell me we've been turned down.

Hardly, sir. Our friends think you

should have taken silk some time ago.

Being a Q C. Can be a

risky business, william.

Many a good junior practice

has failed in the front row.

I'm not worried about that, sir.

I'm sure we shall be

quite at home there.

Well, I'm glad you think so.

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