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I don't know.

I hate to use this horrible, poisonous stuff on us.

Poor little insects.

Not fair, really.

I mean, if you... ...swat them with a newspaper or something, at least they've

got a chance.

They used to pick all the green fly off the buds one by one.

Put them outside, they'd just come right back in.

What a waste.

I've got lots more of it.

I didn't mean that insecticide, and you know it.

Oh, what did you mean then? You, playing this ridiculous part of the garden

-loving little housewife in ye olde country cottage.

You're miscast, darling.

What's the matter, Tim?

Disappointed that your little protege turned out to be an ordinary woman?

Stuck down here all week. What do you do besides cut roses, eh?

I get up late.

Sometimes I go out with the local ladies and play respectable bridge over

respectable tea.

I have a drink with Ralph when he gets home.

I get the dinner and I enjoy myself to the full.

Playing house.

Playing house. And bored to tears. I'm not bored. You are bored. I know when

you're bored. In your imagination.

I know you a lot better than you know yourself.

Your soul is all for a spell of mayhem.

You'll be back in time.

Meanwhile, it's a pure waste of God-given talent.

God didn't say I had to be an actress.

Nobody says I have to rush around struggling and gouging and that pack of

wolves just to make a living.

You do it because you like it.

I like it here.

I was talking to Jack Eichelman last week.

He's got a new show at the Wyndham.

Talking about you.

He's thinking of Shirley Hedges for the lead.

Good old show.

You could have a part tomorrow if I asked you.

Anne, please, Anne.

Come back to town.

Take the part, just for a little while.

It's a wonderful part.

Another kind of part you've got in mind.

Tim, put that woman down. You don't know where she's been.

He's always trying to lure me back to work. Come and look at this.

Answer from the Petersons.

They're coming down tomorrow. They're looking after Zipper for us, too.

Fabulous. What's this?

All the people we're changing houses with for the holiday.

Marvellous. Get that address. St. James's.

Must be the most fabulous flat.

We never dreamed they'd agree.

We had the same old ad that we had in the Sunday papers last year.

Along came the Petersons with this offer of an absolute dream flat in St.

James's. It would be better for the theatre.

We described this place to them with a fair degree of accuracy too.

But they still wanted to trade. They said it would make a nice change. It's

got three bathrooms and an infrared oven, all of it overlooking the square.

Listen to this. Let's go over the list again. Tim can get us tickets.

But you didn't like the theatre, Ralph.

Oh, it's not exactly life's blood to me.

When you marry an ex-actress whose idea of a holiday is seeing 11 plays in a two

-week period, you learn to like it. Or else, eh?

Oh, Tim, stop being a poor loser.

Now, what do you want to see, the old Lear or the new Hamlet? I hear the new

Hamlet's terrific.

Tim, you can get us tickets, can't you? Yes, I can get you tickets. What's the

name of the play you're in at the moment, Tim? Time Check. Oh, yes, will

you put a time check on the list, please? Oh, I hear the tickets are free.

Yes, I suppose so.

I hear it's a dead drag. The critic was a dreaming idiot.

Oh, Tim, you don't know how nice it is to go to the theatre and not to have to

worry about...

What the play is like or if it's any good, if it's going to run or anything.

It's all right for some. If you've got a meal ticket and don't really care about

the theatre. Oh, poor baby.

I feel good.

Let the holiday commence. You may pour me a drink.

Roll on tomorrow.

Just isn't room.

Well-known fact.

Leave a suitcase in the attic for a year, it shrinks.

Shall I take this, darling?

Why is it the only time you ever wear pyjamas is when we go on holiday? It's

not pyjamas. Well, you know what I mean. You wear it to bed, don't you?

It does its work before you get in. Oh.

Like our electric blankets.

Very good.

My God!

No, Ralph! It must feel like you're doing in a place like this. Oh, just

like I guess, Ralph. We'll never get away.

We'll never get by.

No, Ralph!

Let me take him away.

Get out.

I suspect I was one of a great swarm of funny little men in bowler hats.

Oh, dear bowler, anybody could see you as special.

No, no, no.

I still think you invented me.

Do you know why?

Why?

Because when I'm not with you, I can feel myself starting to disappear.

If you ever left me, I'd disappear completely.

How terrible, darling.

You won't let me disappear, will you?

No, darling, I won't let you disappear.

It's Tim's Mini.

Where's he gone?

Seven o'clock, call at the pub, I suppose.

I wonder if he heard us. How does it matter?

He's the sort of chap who enjoys... Come on, darling.

We'll never get away.

No, no, no.

Who

was that?

Friend of the Longmans, obviously.

People do drop in on Sundays.

Still, let's hope he's the last one today.

Seven. It's taken us just two hours and 20 minutes to get here.

Two and three, please, sir.

I'm sorry. Make it a double, will you?

Certainly, sir.

Here you are, sir.

Four and sixpence.

Would you like some water, sir?

No, thank you.

I beg your pardon.

Yes?

I wonder if... Well, I hate to bother you like this.

What is it?

Well, please don't think I'm just being fresh, but... Well, I don't quite know

how to put this.

What? Put what?

Well, I wonder if you'll be so kind and pass the soda.

Well, that's the most original approach I've ever had.

Yes.

Yes, I thought you'd think so.

Ah, take them back. There's no room.

They're fit inside.

Oh, no, Zipper. No, you can't come. You wouldn't like the city, sweetie.

No rats to chase there.

Here, let me.

Now, where's Tim's bag?

Did you take it with him?

He had it with him when he came downstairs this morning. He must have

put it in his car.

He might have said goodbye when he left.

Although I suppose such an excursion into good manners is beyond him. I don't

know why Mr. Cameron seems so miserable seeing us together.

Oh, I know why he comes. We hope to lure you away, back to a life of sin.

Little does he know the sinning that goes on around here.

Come on, Zipper.

Oh, we were just admiring some of your antiques, Mrs. Longman.

You have some delightful pieces.

Yes, Ralph's mother was a fabulous collector all her life.

She left us the cottage just as it is.

Frankly, it's about all we can afford keeping everything repaired and insured.

I'd better show you where I keep the hen feed, Mr. Peterson.

But only if I've left now, so it's not much of a job. My goodness, yes. I'm

looking forward to fresh eggs for my breakfast tomorrow.

I hope you like our flat, Mrs. Longwind. It's quite comfortable.

It sounds very grand.

We came into some money a few years ago. I told Will I said we might just as well

spend it on a comfortable flat as leave it all to the government when we die.

Oh, Mrs. Peterson, here's Zipper.

I hope you don't mind dogs. No, not in the least.

I keep his meat in the fridge. I'll show you. I've made out a list of what he

likes. Don't you worry, Mrs. Longman. We'll look after everything.

Just give him one good meal a day.

I'll look after the dog, Mrs. Longman, don't you worry, and the dear Budgie.

Oh, yes, I'll keep his seat in the cupboard under the knife drawer.

If there's anything you can't find at the flat, the maid will get it for you.

Don't.

Have a nice time.

You don't have to be very fair, Mrs. Peterson. You've got a maid, or we've

got a dumb animal.

It's going to be a very beneficial change for both of us.

Hens don't talk back, now a maid does.

All right, my dear, let's get to work.

Mr. Quick will be along shortly.

I think we'll start the inventory in here.

Keep that set together, love.

It's the devil's own job sometimes sorting this stuff out when it gets

mixed up.

How's it going, Peterson?

Nearly packed, sir.

Where's Charlie?

Charlie has gone and got himself drunk.

Inconvenient.

But we shall just have to manage without him this time, won't we?

I think we can manage all right, sir.

We've still got a good hour and a half in hand.

Good.

Excellent.

Charming little cottage, isn't it?

Ah, I see your good lady's done a splendid job with the packing.

There's a genuine hepa-white chair upstairs.

Hmm.

Now, shall we begin with this?

Um... You take that, and I'll get on with the chairs.

I don't think I can lift that, sir. Not alone.

Oh.

Can't you really?

Well, not without hurting myself.

It's heavy.

You all use your age as an excuse when it comes to real work, don't you?

Really.

No wonder no one else will hire you old-age pensioners.

Well,

don't. There you are. You never know what you can do till you try.

Who's that?

Now what have you done?

That's not Longman.

He mustn't see me.

It's their friend, the one we passed in the drive.

This is all this. What are we going to do?

Well, keep him busy.

Don't let him in here. Keep him at the door.

Hello. Can I help you?

You must be the new people.

I'm sorry to bother you. I've been staying the weekend with the Longmans.

I'm afraid I've left my overnight case behind.

Oh, yes? Where did you leave it?

Maud, the gentleman's come for his case.

It's in the living room.

Under the staircase.

Is this it? Ah, yes, that's it, yes. Thank you very much. Allow me.

Thank you.

Is that your van?

No, it belongs to a friend. He's just been leaving some of our luggage.

Oh, I see.

Well, thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Idiotic. Sorry, Mr. Quick, but how was I to know he was coming back?

Well, never mind. Let's get cracking.

As soon as it's dark, we must be on the move.

Now, let's have another look upstairs.

All right. Together?

That's just what I thought you were up to.

All right, get in the car, love.

You're not going anywhere yet, old man.

There must be a number 15 somewhere.

It's ridiculous to stand there and say there isn't one.

When they numbered the street, they must have numbered a number 15.

There have been several wars, madam, since that street was numbered.

Here you are.

Number 15.

Was a house, burnt down 1911.

Joined up with number 16 and 17 cents as a block of flats. That can't be right,

you see.

Did you take the block of flats, sir? Yes.

No one named Peterson there.

Look, it's on... Busts on top of their letter. Number 15, St. John's Street,

London W1.

Very impressive piece of notepaper. But they were nice people.

They wouldn't... Take it easy, darling.

You get me into the police station, please.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I get them to send a constable round, madam. It's a bit late now, but... Oh,

excuse me.

Hello? This must be a mistake.

Why would they go into all that trouble?

We've phoned home twice, darling, no one answers.

I'm afraid we've just got to face the facts.

Suggest they've given us as a fake.

They'll think we're crazy if we send the police round.

Was there anything of particular value in the house, sir?

Was there anything of particular value in the house, sir? Well, a few fairly

valuable pieces of antique furniture, some china, a few pictures. Oh, they've

had several hours. I'll send the constable round, but I think you should

go back around. One of them might have been taken ill, or perhaps they've gone

to the pub or for a drive.

I don't know. You can wait if you like, madam.

But I'm afraid we've had this before quite often, too.

For some reason, people like yourself...

We tried to hand over the entire contents of their houses to complete

strangers on the strength of a piece of embossed note paper.

Not much of an exchange, is it, sir?

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it. It's not true.

You'd better get home, darling.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I'll telephone your house again, sir.

Anybody there?

How long did it take your mother to collect those things?

A long time.

I've decided what we'll do.

We'll put that insurance money in a special account.

I'll go up to the auctions.

I'll go to every auction I can find listed in Surrey. I'll haunt them.

Night and day.

I'll become an expert.

And I'll get everything back for us.

Just the way it was.

Maybe even better than it was.

It'll be our own collection this time.

I'm very good at that.

We were rather underinsured, you know.

The professional dealer's going to dread the sight of me before this is over.

They'll be paying me just to keep away.

I'll be the dirty Mrs.

Longman, the scourge of the Searle.

Looking forward to this.

Darling, it's all right.

You tell the police.

Oh, sorry about that, sir.

I must have dropped off.

I'm afraid you gave Mrs. Longham a bit of a scare.

You all right now?

I'm sorry about that, madam, really. I didn't know when you'd be along, you

see.

Well, what happened?

You alone?

Yes. No sign of anyone.

The front door was unlocked when I came in. Everything seemed in order.

So I telephoned the station in London.

They said you'd already left.

Petersons, aren't they, here? No sign of anyone when I came in, Mrs Longman.

They haven't touched the place.

All looked in order to me.

The bedrooms.

Well, everything's all right up there as far as I could see.

Honestly, we expected to find the whole place stripped of the wallpaper.

I'm so relieved I'm almost disappointed.

You know, I'm surprised when I came to find everything looking so tidy.

I think you'd better take an inventory in the morning, though.

Have you checked the hospital?

I have a horrible feeling we've made a mistake.

Oh, they did give you a false address in London, madam.

I don't think there's any doubt about it. They came down here to rob you.

Well, the luggage is gone. Not a sign of anything.

Nothing.

Zipper! Where's Zipper?

Zipper! Zipper!

Zipper!

They must have poisoned them.

It's mad.

I mean, why go to all that trouble?

It must have cost a lot of money to have that stationery printed.

It's weird.

It's absolutely creepy.

I was looking forward to sleeping in a strange bed tonight.

Darling, what is it?

The lights. I only went down to lock the garage. It's all right. I thought I

heard someone.

Maybe it was the dog. Did you call? It was a groan. Oh, that was me.

I banged my knee on the whole chest.

It's all right. There's nothing wrong.

They had to have a reason.

They put money into it.

The stationery, the car.

He probably rented the car.

They expected to make a profit somewhere. Well, they were going to rob

us. They had all the time in the world to walk off with everything we own. But

they didn't. Annie, don't try and make something out of this that just isn't

there.

I don't think they meant to rob us at all.

No?

What were they going to do then?

But I have a feeling, whatever it was, they've already done it.

What do you mean?

I don't know.

But things seem strange. Look.

What? It's just different.

How?

Nothing's the way I left it.

They did something to this house.

That's why Zipper left.

He must have left.

Who would harm an old dog that wouldn't harm a flea? He left.

Oh, why should he?

Because he was afraid.

He was a terrible coward, that little dog.

I keep having the feeling they're still here.

Last night when the lights went off, I felt... The lights went off because you

trod on the lamp switch and caused a short.

Ralph!

I think we should take our holiday anyway. I still think we should go away

somewhere. I agree.

In my case, back to the office. No, darling, I'm serious.

Annie, look, we tried to get a little holiday, the second one this year, and

it didn't work out.

Now try to forget about it.

We'll survive.

Ralph, you haven't made any enemies, have you?

Well, I may have enemies, but not the kind that pull this sort of thing.

I'm going to feed the hens.

Oh, I'll get breakfast.

One bird.

More.

Breakfast.

Father, as I can tell, they've all had a dose of this insecticide you use.

With the hens, that could have been an accident, but I don't see how it could

have got into the budgies' feed as well.

You keep that in here, don't you?

Yes, that's right.

I don't like these insecticides.

They can be really dangerous.

Well, thank you, Mr. Watson. I know it's your day off.

That's all right. Well, thanks all the same.

I took a look at those plants.

I couldn't find anything in the soil that would have killed them.

I think someone had a go at them with a blow lamp.

Bit twisted, eh?

Yeah.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

No, love.

Well, we got there and there wasn't a number 15.

Yes.

Yes, I will.

Simple. The police, the lot.

Tim.

Did he come back last night?

He wants to talk to you.

Yes, Tim.

What a terrible thing to happen to you, lad.

No, I didn't. I had a quiet drink in a pub and then came straight on back to

London.

I would have said goodbye, but you two seemed rather busy at the time.

Now, put the case in the car earlier.

Look, Ralph, put that back on, will you?

Hey, this is positively fantastic, isn't it?

Voodoo-ish.

I mean, killing chickens is part of some witchcraft, isn't it?

Sorry, love, I can imagine how you feel.

I mean, it's not the sort of thing you forget overnight, is it?

Yeah.

Anne, why don't you come up and stay with your mother for a little while?

Yes, I suppose so.

Well, you know where you're always welcome, right?

Well, don't let him bully you.

All right, bye.

Oh, Ann!

Listen, have you checked the food?

Well, better not take any chances, love.

I mean, it's quite clear you're not dealing with the same mind.

Yeah, all right, bye.

Well, they couldn't have got into a tin!

I don't mind going along with this display of drama school if it makes you

happy. I draw the line of checking out perfectly good sealed tins.

Use your head, I'm not made of money. What are you made of?

You can see there's been a print of everything in this house. Everything I

touch. I wonder what they did to it. I want to scrub everything.

That's ridiculous.

Get hold of yourself.

They poisoned everything.

I think I know how to get rid of those fingerprints that are worrying you.

I'm going to ask some of your crazy theatrical friends down for the weekend.

We can have a party.

I was just saying to Anne that you've got to get your

garden cleaned up.

I just trod on something very dead.

It's a compost heap.

Since when does a compost heap have four legs?

But Zipper... You wouldn't have hurt anyone.

You'd better get on back.

Don't worry, I'll take care of him.

This is a great party.

They're looking after themselves, aren't they?

Too well. You wait till you get the bill.

Is Ann in there?

I haven't seen her.

I'd better take the water around.

They're drinking the scotch neat.

You ought to listen to her once in a while, you know that?

What's going on?

I've had all I can take.

Where are you going?

I'm going to stay in London with Mummy for a few days. Mummy?

And you were just going without telling me? I did tell you over and over. You

don't listen.

You're not going, Annie. You can't leave now. The party's just warming up. Have a

drink, Jo, will you? I'm sorry.

I'm a coward, but I'm no good with things I don't understand.

But it's all over.

Everything that was going to happen has happened.

I know. If I thought there was any real danger, I wouldn't leave you here alone.

Don't you just forget it? No.

No one has ever hated me like this.

I keep wondering what they want. Oh, Annie.

Zipper was my dog.

A few days in London, I'll be dying to come home. I'll be all right. Very well.

I will run you up to see your mother after the party.

Tim's going up. I can go with him. I said I will run you up after the party.

Tim and Annie.

Tim and Annie. Come on,

let's go.

My mission hasn't been out of my sight in so long, I think I'd forget what to

do if ever she did go away.

You'd remember.

That'll be enough from you.

Well, you try eating your own cooking for a week.

Unless you're better at it than I am, you'll wish you was home.

Oh, hello, Mr. Longman.

How's it going, David? Oh, not so bad.

Look, I found out today there's a man coming up with an exercise for

receiving. Name it quick.

Might be a good idea if you had a word with him. Oh, do me in.

Well, some of the stuff he was nicked for was taken out of a house that was

exchanged, much like your case.

A couple went down there, found the address was faked. When they got home,

the place was cleaned out.

Oh.

And you think it might be better if I had a chapter in there?

Well, he's on bail at the moment. We can't get anything out of him.

Look, here's his address.

Runs a little antique shop over at Asia.

It's a long shot, but... Right.

I'll have a drive down there tomorrow.

I'll get you a drink.

Hello, Edna.

Oh, it's you again, Ralph.

No sign of Anne yet, I suppose.

No. All I can think is that you must have gone to a party.

You say that every night.

Mostly it is closed at 10.30, don't they?

Yes, but she usually eats after the theatre.

Well, ask your errant daughter to call me tomorrow, will you?

I will. Good night, Ralph.

Good night.

No, that's all right.

Darling, I'm so excited. One of the girls in time check has been taken sick,

and I've been asked to take her place.

In what?

In this bed, Tim.

But I thought you were coming home this week.

Oh, it's only for a little while.

And how long's a little while?

I don't know. She's having a baby.

Anne, I'd rather you didn't take this job.

I can't back out now, darling.

Anyway, we need the money.

I needed some clothes.

Darling, I thought you'd be pleased.

Well, I'm not pleased. I don't like... I don't like living here alone.

I miss you.

So, so.

See you soon.

He didn't like the idea, eh?

He hung up on me.

Well, Lax, drink your coffee.

I'm only doing it for the money.

He doesn't see that.

If I tell him, it'll hurt his feelings. He's so proud.

Just wait till I bring home the bacon.

Wait till he sees that £200 on his bank statement.

The breadwinner.

The little woman going out to work to save the day. It's a charming part.

You wait.

I won't tell him.

I'll just put it in the bank, then wait till he gets his statement.

I'll just wait.

Mr. Quick?

Yes.

That's right.

Well, the man in your shop said I might find you here.

I'm Ralph Longman.

Oh, yes.

What can I... What can I do for you? Well, I'd like to talk to you.

Talk away.

Well, couldn't we go back to your shop?

Well, actually, I'm not going back there just now. Mr... Well, um...

A week or so ago, my wife and I exchanged our house for a holiday with

some people called Peterson.

Oh, yes?

Anyway, they gave us a fake address.

It seems fairly clear that they had it in mind to rob us while we were looking

for their non-existent flat in London.

Rob you? But, well, how could they if you were in London?

Not our persons, but the house.

We have some antiques and fairly valuable pieces of porcelain and so on.

Oh, yes, I see your house. Anyway, as it turned out, they didn't touch a thing in

the house. But I thought you... that you said that they did, Robert. No, no,

that's just the point.

When we got home, we found they hadn't touched a thing. Everything was just as

we left it.

Really? Yes.

Yes, I see.

Well, what I'm trying to find out is why they should go to all that trouble.

Get us out of the house and then not do anything.

Look, I'm nothing to do with the police. You can say what you like to me. It

won't go any further. I see.

Oh, I'm putting this badly. Well, look, I don't quite understand all this, but

are you... I mean, you're not trying to suggest that I had something to do with

this, are you?

Cards on the table.

You're involved now in a case of receiving goods stolen in a house

exchange. I merely wondered if you could help us to find anybody who works this

kind of racket. Off the record, I'll pay.

Oh, I see, I see. That's it. I don't intend to prosecute anyone. Look, I

don't suppose it would do any good to tell you that I'm innocent of this

charge and that I have every confidence of proving that at the trial. Not

really. You've been sent up three times already for the same sort of thing. So I

stand condemned.

Look, the Petersons were using a car just like this one of yours. Oh, were

they? Same number, was it?

Well, I don't suppose it would be the same number. Look, what makes you think

you can go around accusing people like this? Because for one reason, I'm pretty

sure the Petersons scratched their car getting in through the gap in my head.

Oh, I suppose you've got the only driveway in England. No, but I've got

one of them.

You know, if I were you, I'd be just a little bit more careful of what I said.

Okay, Mum.

Right.

Okay, don't wait up.

Good night.

Ralph just called again at the flat.

That's three times tonight.

Four times.

I bet that's him to ask if you've seen me.

Hello.

I don't know, Ralph.

Bit late for you, isn't it?

No, she's not here.

When I last saw her at the theatre, she was with some friends from the cast of

the Duke of York.

I don't know. She's probably gone on to some party somewhere.

I'm sorry, Mr. Ford, I don't understand.

I said, would you like me to bring up the afternoon mail that came in for you,

or will you leave until morning, sir?

Why did you tell him I wasn't here?

He wouldn't have minded.

He trusts me.

With safe old Tim.

Goodness, I feel all wicked and guilty as though we had something to hide.

Haven't we something to hide? No.

That was a long time ago.

Two years, almost.

But you never did tell him about us, did you?

No. Why?

Because... Well, because it wouldn't have made him any happier.

Or was it because if he did know, then I wouldn't be able to come and see you

anymore?

I suppose so.

Partly that.

Well, how much longer are we going to go on pretending that I'm just an old

friend?

I'm sick of being your old chum.

Anne, I used to think that I loved you, but I realised since you've been gone

that I didn't even know the meaning of the word.

Well, did you think you could change everything simply by leaving me?

Tim, Mummy's waiting.

I bet.

Nothing's changed, has it?

Same dialogue.

Mum's still waiting.

It's the same flat.

It's as late as it ever was, and I still love you.

And you can't get rid of what you feel either simply by running away from it.

This is unfair. All you can do is pretend that you don't feel the same way

yourself.

Well, I'm as tired of pretending as you are.

Of course, polished marble would withstand erosion and weather that much

longer, you understand.

Oh, no, that's all right.

A lot of sentimental drivel anyway, isn't it?

Well, naturally, we don't feel like that, Mr. Quick.

We like to think that our stones preserve the memory of a loved one for

future generations.

We guarantee our work unconditionally for 1,000 years.

Will you give me that in writing?

Mr. Crick!

I want a word with you.

Have you found something new to accuse me of? The man I exchanged houses with

was named Will Peterson.

I see you've just bought a tombstone for a man named William Peterson.

Quite a coincidence, isn't it? What happened?

Did the old man die before he could get the stuff out of my house? Is that what

happened? How would I know? Maybe you'd like to talk to the police.

You've got nothing on me.

That old man just happened to be a friend of mine. Now, if you don't mind,

I'm closed.

Charlie, we've got a visitor.

He doesn't believe we're closed. None of this need go beyond these walls, but I

want the answer to a few questions. Well, that's a change. We're going to

call the police a minute ago. No police. Get rid of him.

What happened?

I want to know what happened.

I don't know. I wasn't there, okay?

I want to know why you killed my wife's dog, those hens.

Because if you're some sort of a nutcase, we'll have you put away.

Dog? I never... I don't know anything about your precious dog.

Show him the door, Charlie.

You'd better go, mister.

I'm not leaving here until I get the truth.

Mister.

Didn't even tell me your name. I warn you, quick.

When I come back, it'll be with the police.

And Mrs. Peterson. Less as you like. But I doubt if you'll get much out of my

dear old friend, Mrs.

Peterson. She's not available.

Now I told you.

I'm not going till I know what happened.

I think I'd better call the police.

Go off this nut!

Don't stand there.

What do you want?

We didn't take any of your ruddy stuff.

Why did you kill the dog? I didn't kill your stinking dog.

Why don't you ask your friend what happened? He was the one who mucked

things up. I don't know who he was.

Come on, what friend? I don't know.

We had the place all boxed up. We were just loading the van with... You're

lying. The place was just as we left it. Look, I'm telling you.

We had the place all in boxes when this bloke came along to pick up his bag.

I don't know who straightened the place up for you, but it wasn't us.

Mr. Friend, what does he like?

Good-looking fellow.

Dark. A bit taller than I am.

Well, I didn't stop to measure him.

He fought with Peterson.

Tim.

Get him.

Help yourself

to some breakfast.

Or lunch.

Is it that late?

I feel awful.

You mean you think you should feel awful?

Yes.

No.

I don't know. You're funny.

I've been watching you for the last half hour trying to feel guilty.

It doesn't work, does it?

You know what it really feels like?

Old home week.

I'm doomed.

We all are, love. A fallen woman.

You fall so beautifully.

If I'm doomed, I'm doomed.

I may as well enjoy it.

I, on the other hand, must go.

Where are you going?

See my agent?

She'll be back round about three.

I've got a phone, Mummy.

If I were you, darling, I wouldn't answer the telephone.

I hate that, but I suppose you're right.

I always am. Bye.

Can you help me with that?

Hello, how are you?