All language subtitles for Goodbye Gemini(1970)

("Tell the World We're
Not In" by The Peddlers)

♫Tell the world we're not in

♫Close the door on the
world and its trouble

♫We don't need nobody else

♫While there's you and me

♫We've got all that we need

♫I don't want to hear

♫The shallow words the world is saying

♫I don't want to play

♫The complicated games they're playing

♫So why stay to join in

♫When the people cannot kin

♫Tell the world we're not in

♫Tell the world we're not in

♫Why depart up like subjects or puzzles

♫As long as there's the two of us

♫We don't have to try
to make the pieces fit

♫I don't want to hear

♫The shallow words the world is saying

♫I don't want to play

♫The complicated games they're playing

♫So why stay to join in

♫When the people cannot kin

♫Tell the world we're not in

♫I don't want to hear

♫The shallow words the world is saying

♫I don't want to play

♫The complicated games they're playing

♫So why stay to join in

♫When the people cannot kin

♫Tell the world we're not in

♫Tell the world we're not in

♫Tell the world we're not in

♫You got to tell the
world that we're not in

♫Tell the world, tell
the world, tell the world

♫We're not in, we're not in, we're not in

♫We're not in, we're not in, we're not in

♫Tell the world we're not in

♫Tell the world we're not in

♫Tell the world, tell
the world, tell the world

♫We're not, we're not, we're not in, child

♫Tell the world we're not in,
tell the world we're not in

♫Tell the world we're not in

♫Ha, hey, hey, hey, tell the world

♫Tell the world we're not in

♫Tell the world

♫You've got to tell the world♫

(slow, thoughtful flute music)

- Nine! There it is.

- [Voiceover] Looks a
hell of a lot better than

Father's house in Mexico.

- Hey, Jul, it's nice.

(doorbell ringing)

- I wonder what Mrs. McLaren's like.

- Oh, we'll soon find out.

(gasps)

She's coming.

- Hmm, you've arrived.

I had a telegram from your father.

- Yes, he's very good at telegrams.

Not very good at talking.

- We send them to each other all the time.

Gives the post office something to do.

- You'll need some warmer
clothes than that, you know.

This is London.

- I thought I recognized the place.

- I think we'll like it here.

- Jul!

(giggling)

(laughing)

- Now come away out of here.

We don't use this room.

- Why not? Why's it all covered up?

- It's for grown ups.

You will use your own
rooms and the kitchen.

Now come away.

- We'd rather live here.

- What you would rather
do doesn't concern me.

Now come away, both of you.

Come on, do you hear me.

(slow, thoughtful music)

- Psst psst.

Okay.

(loud crunch)

(doorbell ringing)

(Mrs. McLaren screaming and falling)

(laughs)

(clears throat)

(slow, thoughtful music)

(siren wailing)

- Wow!

(loud, boisterous music)

(music turns whimsical)

(laughs)

- Ah, there we go.

Hello.

(laughs)

- Hello.

- Gorgeous, isn't she?

- If you like that sort of thing.

- Well, this is the big wicked city, babe.

It's absolutely full of--

- Oh, I know it's full of people like you

waiting in pubs for people like...

Right?

- Right.

- Then what happens?

- Well, you just keep the right
company and you'll find out.

- We'd rather stay exclusive.

- This is my brother.

- You're putting me on.

- [Girl] No, I'm not.

- Yes, you are.

- No, I'm not.

We're twins.

I'm the oldest, so I look after him.

- Yes, well, I suppose seniority
has to count for something.

Hey, Denise, come here.

I want you to meet some friends.

Oh, you'll like her, she's
so fond of golden boys.

Here, say hello to Denise.

Born a lady, and that's why
she blew finishing school.

- Art school's nicer.

Hello.

- Meet the twins.

- Hello.

- Hello, I'm Julian.

- I'm Jacki.

- Can I buy your friend a drink?

- Oh, I think he's had enough.

He's the next act.

- Oh, well can I buy you all a drink?

- Well...

- We don't accept drinks from strangers.

- And you're so right, but
I was asking your sister.

- Oh, don't be snotty, Jul.

Maybe he's a millionaire,

and his money's making him miserable.

- Four large whiskeys and a Coke.

Coke for the animal act,

before we all die of
thirst from this track.

(loud jazzy music)

Why don't we move on?

Madder music, stronger wine.

- I'd like that.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Come on.

- I thought you were with him?

- Oh, no, from the certain heavy breathing

I'd say she was with you.

(door opening)

(clears throat)

- [Julian] I've taken the
liberty of serving tea.

- Um, tell me, Father Ingay,

why are you serving tea so late?

- [Julian] Cook's day off, your lordship.

- Really? Under what orders?

- Hey, look, I've got strawberries.

And I've got, I've got muffins,

and cream, and everything, Jacki.

Come on.

- Oh, Julian, you are super.

I love strawberries.

(phone rings)

- Ah.

The Heberwhite Institute
of Domestic Crafts,

tapestry knickers a specialty.

Oh, it's you.

Here, it's Clive.

- Hello, Clive.

Where are you?

On a houseboat?

- Yes, well, it is a sort of party.

(laughs)

You're kidding.

We're in the second day now.

Yes, when you like,
it's all nice and quiet.

What?

Oh, yes, you just bring that
baby brother if you have to.

Got a big box of toys somewhere.

Okay.

(groans)

- I didn't quite catch your name.

- Oh, go brush your teeth.

- Why can't we stay here?

- Because I want to go out.

- With Clive and his creepy friends?

- That will be all, Father Ingay.

- I fired Father Ingay!

His goddamn suit didn't fit, anyway.

- Oh, Jul.

You do look beautiful.

What happened to Father Ingay?

- He went back into
Vaudeville, his first love.

♫I'm Burlington Berty

♫I rise at 10:30

♫And saunter along like a toff

♫Then I'll walk down the Strand

♫With me gloves in me hand

♫And I'll walk back again with them off

♫Off, off♫

I say, madam, someone's
looking over your shoulder.

Oh, I do beg your pardon, it's your ears.

(laughing)

- Oh, Julian.

Come on, we must get ready.

(Jacki humming)

- Don't go to the party, Jacki.

- Oh, Jul, I want to go.

(kissing)

- Please.

- Oh, Jul, Julian!

Don't be silly.

Thank you.

♫Turn round, face the world

♫Don't let it blind you

♫This life is full of bad

♫Just out to find you

♫You can never leave

♫If you believe in happiness

♫Get your mind together

♫Think like me

♫Nothing's good and nothing's free

♫I know a lot of troubles bring you sorrow

♫I wonder, can you face one more tomorrow♫

- Jacki?

(slow, thoughtful music)

- Your friends are sweet, Clive.

You'd never think they
were brother and sister.

Which one are you interested in?

- Now don't you be sordid.

We're trying to bring
back the family as a unit.

- Ha, not you, ducky.

You don't have a family.

You're just an ectoplasm with appetites.

(gasps)

Oh, so glad you could come, James.

Loved your last program.

So stern, so forthright.

- Well, we had a good subject.

I'd like to follow up very much.

Would anybody mind if I...?

- Oh, ducky, we'd all be entranced.

(laughs)

Oh, dear, the sound must have broken.

I am so sorry.

It's that poor David.

He was messing around with it,

trying to learn to lip read,

and I haven't had time
to get the man round.

- Oh, hell.

Oh, well, never mind.

- You are cheating.

You should be in some studio somewhere,

wringing every last drop
out of your conscience.

You'll never make an MP,
you know, lying around here,

drinking with slag like this.

- Don't run yourself down,
David, it doesn't suit you.

- Rang you up the other day

to complain about police brutality.

Every time one of my
friends opens the door,

he has to kick the dog on the hooter

in case the place is crammed with guns.

It's not fair on the dogs,
now, James, it really isn't.

- I'll make a note of it.

- [David] Of course, that's
what they call beautiful people.

- Garfield says they're
brother and sister.

- Oh, whatever.

No holds barred in SW3.

You and I should feel like
two old tombstones, my dear.

And if we are not careful,
someone might come up

and inscribe us.

- I like to keep in touch.

Hell, I have to, it's my business.

- Bless your public spirit, ducky.

Guiding opinion on behalf of us all.

- Tell me, what do you think of that.

- [Jacki] It's a bit sticky.

I hope that we have to
take a bath afterwards.

- You mustn't tell Garfield that.

I think it's his favorite.

(laughs)

- Well, there's no law
against being sociable.

This must have cost the
artist a fortune in models.

(laughs)

- I don't think they
work that way anymore.

- Could be.

(laughs)

- Jacki.

- Yeah?

- I wanna get out of here.

- Julian, you've had enough.

Julian.

- It's never enough.

- People are looking at you.

- Oh, then let's go and find somewhere

where they can't look.

- [Jacki] Would you please?

- I took my harp to the party,

but nobody asked me to play.

You are slipping, Clive.

I thought you must be
with at least one of them.

- Oh, boy, you're not
funny anymore, David.

Just old.

- And live and malicious.

Rod was looking for you.

On his own.

He normally sends a whole posse

of hulking prize fighters.

- Well, people are always looking for me.

When was this?

- Today, yesterday, day before.

It's the only full-time
job I've known him to have

in three years.

He's a muscular butt, too.

He said he would look in here later.

I, uh, do hope he hurts you.

(lively music)

- 'Scuse me.

Let's split.

Company's bothering my sinuses.

- People, people, people, always people.

Yeah, let's go.

- All right.

Yes, we are taking the usual entrance fee

for the pleasure of our company, Garfield.

Charming party, charming people.

- Help yourself, Clive, you usually do.

Nice of you to come.

And go.

- They're new, aren't they, the twins?

- Do you fresh, my dear?

I find them simply deodorant.

It won't be long before they're shopworn.

Clive will see to that.

- I'm not so sure.

They look as if they could
take care of themselves.

- Ah, but then you're a
politician, aren't you, dear?

And all politicians are
professional optimists.

Another drink?

- Uh, no thanks, Garfield.

No thank you.

- Be careful, Julian,
those planks are greasy.

- The whole world's greasy!

- Well, for God's sake, grow up.

On three drinks you're nasty,

on four you're unbearable.

Why do you go to parties if you hate them?

- I love parties, hate people.

I'm going to invent
parties without people.

- Except your beloved sister, of course.

- Of course.

If she's there, I have to be there.

If I'm there, she has to be there.

That's how it is.

- You're like a little
clockwork toy, aren't you?

(laughing)

- With one little piece missing.

- Yeah, well, I'm going
to find that piece,

and I'm going to wake up at night

and listen to you tick.

(laughs)

(slow, ominous music)

- I don't have to accept you as you are.

But I do all the same.

Spoilt and immature.

But you are vicious.

Why are you vicious?

Why are you vicious with me?

- Why is it that I always have to explain?

Explain, explain.

You ask for explanations
like a dog asks for bones.

You sit up and beg and your
big round eyes fill with tears.

But all you want is an explanation.

Nobody needs explanations.

- She's a simpler breed, babe.

Not telepathic like your little sister.

- All right, you take her!

One tired old horse on offer, free.

Sound in wind and limb,
well-behaved, one owner.

(smack)

(crying)

- I'm going to buy a
poster of the demon drink

and stick it on the wall.

And the demon drug, and the demon sex.

Don't worry, Denise.

- I didn't mean to hit him.

- He's a little bastard.

Sometimes he needs hitting
about every 10 minutes.

When we were little, I used to.

- Let's find somewhere private, champ.

Just you and me and this lifeblood

of Scotland's export industry.

And a telephone.

- Then what?

- Who knows?

The night is young and
you're so beautiful.

Come on.

- Wait, I, I've got to ask Agamemnon.

- Oh, yeah.

- He says okay.

- Okay.

(glasses clink)

(slow, jazzy music)

♫Forget about the day

♫And forget about the night

♫Just think about my arms

♫While they hold you tight

♫I haven't got much to offer♫

- Hello, David.

How's the arty-farty business, then?

- Oh, so-so.

How's the gambling racket?

- Same as usual.

Not enough cash,

too many checks with other
people's names on them.

Where's old boxy chops?

- Clive?

- Yeah.

- He was here, but he left with the twins.

- Uh-huh.

Where'd they go, then?

- Don't know.

But I can find out.

- You do that.

- Oh, Christ.

Even the water tastes like whiskey.

I came in to clean my teeth.

There's no toothpaste.

- Bloody Clive and
Denise have used it all.

I've told you, it's bloody people.

- Where are you going, Jul?

- Let's get rid of them.

It's better when it's just us.

I don't want to go with Clive.

- I'm you, and you're me,

and what one knows, the other knows.

(both speaking foreign language)

- That's it, more and more.

The rest aren't anybody.

They don't exist.

Only we exist.

And I want you, and you want me.

- Jul, I've told you.

Jul, don't, you're hurting me.

- One day you'll be
very sorry you did that.

(door slams)

(car starting)

- We should have stopped them.

Where are they going?

- I don't know.

And besides, you can't stop Julian

from doing anything.

- Perhaps he'd have been a little better

if you'd tried to stop him sometimes.

- You can't.

People are always trying to change people,

stopping them doing things,
asking them questions.

That's why Jul and I are different.

We don't do this.

- But you're not helping him.

- I don't want to.

- You're as bad as each other.

Both of you.

Your silly bear and your silly games.

Your dressing up and looking in mirrors.

You can't stay children forever.

You're not a child and nor is Julian.

- You don't know what
you're talking about.

You don't know what it's
like to have one friend

you can depend on, you can
trust, you can play games with.

As a matter of fact, Denise,

I think you're really rather stupid.

And I wish you'd leave.

- I don't understand a
thing about either of you.

You can't shut people out all the time.

And if you do, you
better start with Clive.

I could tell you a few things about Clive,

and then you'd worry about
where he'd gone with Julian.

- Julian can look after himself.

(slow jazz)

- Where is all this action
you've been talking about, Clive?

All I've been getting is hot air.

(laughs)

- Congrats, baby brother.

Lebanese honey cured half the grass.

Don't forget that little flame.

(engine gunning, tires squealing)

- Front door was open.

So where's old Clive?

Keep Christ, what a shambles.

(inhales)

Why don't you open a window or something?

- Clive isn't here.

- Does he live here?

Hey, you.

I asked a question.

- Yes, he lives here sometimes.

What do you want him for?

- He's just left.

Honestly.

- Okay, I'll believe it.

I just wanted a word with old Clive

and his groovy accent and his flash motor.

That coffee grind spit?

- You can have some if you want.

- Ta.

- What do you want him for?

- Well, knocking down, put the boot in,

just for 10 minutes or so.

- Why?

You must have a reason.

- I've got 400 quid's
worth of reason, darling.

Your poxy friends want to sign checks,

want to make sure there's
money in the bank first.

And mind their manners.

Old Clive signed a check like Rockefeller.

Tucks it in me shirt and he says,

"Don't worry about these
few pennies, my good man."

No tea.

In the first place, I'm not his good man.

And second, if the check's good,

and I'm in the gambling
business, which I am,

I can afford to take a bit of
lip from fresh airies, right?

And if the check isn't good,
I reckon he has me twice.

Once with the money,
and once with the lip.

Most times I have people collect for me.

If I'm going to score a day,

I'm putting down in the books
as (speaks foreign language).

But this one I'm going to collect myself.

You known him long, darling?

- I don't think that's got
anything to do with you.

And I wouldn't worry about your money.

You'll get paid.

Clive's got lots of it.

(laughs)

- And he's got nice teeth,

and a big, flash car he hasn't paid for,

and a taste for punting, darling.

Any he meals he bought you

came off someone else's mattress.

- I don't believe you.

- You want to ask him what he gets up to,

the days you don't see him.

Anyway, thanks for the coffee,

and you can tell old
poxy chops I'll find him.

And either he finds 400 quid,

or he better start looking
for wheelchairs, okay?

Ta ta, then.

(slow jazz)

- Oh, Clive, no more telephone calls.

(laughs)

You've been making
telephone calls all night.

- Now listen, Jul,
they'll be no more calls,

I promise you.

It's party time, right now.

Come on.

- Oh, party time.

Oh, Clive.

(laughing)

- Let's go.

We don't want to get busted

in the middle of the street here.

(laughing)

Up, up, up.

(bell ringing)

- Yes?

Ah, my good friend,

how very nice to see you again.

How nice of you to telephone.

- Oh, George, it's so nice to see you.

Everything all set?

- As usual.

- Hey, party time.

Room 104, now.

(clears throat)

Hey, hey, hey.

People.

- Oh, yeah.

- Won't be a moment, love.

Where'd you get this one, Clive?

He looks good enough to eat.

- Party time.

- Yeah, party time.

(laughing)

Hey, Julian, I want you to meet Myra.

And that little doll over there is Audrey.

Two of the best circus performers in town.

- Hey, would you like a drink?

- Yeah, sure.

- Hi.

Hey, let me help you.

(growling)

Don't be impatient, love.

Let's get comfortable first.

Give me a hand, please, Clive.

- No.

(laughing)

(ominous piano music)

(seagulls crying)

- Jacki.

Jacki.

I've made breakfast.

Look, there's toast and everything.

- I should think so.

Julian, you look awful.

- I...

I feel awful.

- What's the matter?

- It's nothing, I...

I can't tell you.

- Oh, Julian, what is it?

- I did it!

I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it.

I made you feel sorry for me.

So everything's all right now, isn't it?

And look, I made breakfast.

- Where did you go?

- No questions.

No questions.

We always said no questions.

Besides, what about you, sitting here?

Sitting here and boozing all night.

Anyway, you forgive me, and I forgive you.

I was terrified in case
Denise was going to be here.

Really, that girl is another question.

One day she's going to be
waiting for me with a big sack,

and she's going to throw it over my head,

and put me over her shoulder,

and I just know that I'm going to wake up

in Cheltenham with her
father, the brigadier,

pouring empire sherry down my throat.

- Oh, Jul.

You're very bright and
eloquent this morning.

Did you spend the night in a Turkish bath?

- Well, sort of, yeah.

- All steam and thumping
and dripping with sweat.

- I, I really am very proud
of this breakfast, Jacki.

Why aren't you eating
your grapefruit and your--

- Jul, you are all right, aren't you?

- Yes.

- Yes?

- Yes.

(doorbell rings)

Oh, God, that's probably Denise.

I forgot to ask her for the key back.

- Be careful.

- Christ, tell her I'm impotent,

tell her I'm dying.

Tell her the flesh market's closed.

- Oh, God.

(whistling)

- Well, well, well.

Now who should I give these to?

Now come on, I was only kidding, Jul.

The flowers are for Jacki.

Red roses for love.

You see, I am just a stinking
sentimentalist at heart.

- Hello, Julian.

- Hello, Denise.

How are you?

- I'm all right.

Goodness, you look pale.

- He feels pale.

On him, it's an interesting color.

- Could buy you a meal,
make you feel better.

- Yes.

I'd like that.

- I don't believe it.

Love in bloom.

And in my lifetime.

Well, I feel a certain spring down myself.

And where better?

- If you touch me, I think I'll be sick.

All over you.

Where did you go with Julian?

- The Palm Fringe beaches
of Paddington, babe.

The Woodland Hotel, room 104.

Oh, come on, now, you
can't feel that badly

about me keeping Julian out all night.

You two can't hold hands forever.

Or can you?

Or you want to give it up and he doesn't.

Okay, well, let's all help him,

and that'll be our good
deed for this week.

- Well, well, well.

Dear old Clive, the big-time gambler.

I've come for those few
pennies, my good man.

- Now look, it was a mistake,

and you will get that money,

so please don't worry about it.

- You said that last month,

and the same thing the month before.

So I'm not worried about it, am I?

I'm just going to collect it.

(cries out)

Sorry about this, darling.

It's really none of your business.

- Oh, that's all right.

- This could be your lucky day.

Lady's present and all that.

So what you'll do is get that 400 quid

and have it here for
me this time tomorrow.

Because after that, it will be too late,

and what I'll do to
you won't get repaired.

Not for four million.

(Clive coughs)

- [Clive] Has he gone?

- Till tomorrow.

You're not really very brave, are you?

- I will get that money,

and then we will see
who pushes who around.

- I'd like to see that.

If you're selling tickets, let me know.

- Now just don't you worry.

I'll get, I'll get that money.

(dramatic, suspenseful music)

(people chatting)

- Tell me again, how many
times did he hit him?

- Twice, in the stomach.

- Good.

- Where's Denise?

- Well, I'll tell you.

Denise had to go and telephone Mummy,

and Mummy said that Daddy was suffering

from a protracted bout
of Leperocy or something.

And so Denise rushed out,

whistling between her teeth for taxis,

so that she could go and
help Mummy look after Daddy.

- Oh, you are turning into a pig.

You were perfectly happy
to see her this afternoon.

- That was this afternoon.

- You know as well as I do, David,

that the producer is a fascist nitwit,

and that's why nobody
wants to go on the show.

- I heard there'd been a director

from your political masters.

- Yes, they're not too
keen about it, either,

but not for the reason you think.

- If you're going to do your dissertation

on politicians of independent mind, don't.

And stop eyeing the terrible
twins while you're at it,

at least until it's your round.

- They're unique, aren't they?

I saw it the other night at the party.

They carry their own universe with them.

- Doesn't everybody?

- Not as they do.

(laughing)

- [Jacki] Who are these from?

- Gent over there sent them.

- [Denise] I can let you
have about 30 pounds,

perhaps another 20 tomorrow.

- Denise, honey, we're
on the wrong wavelength.

I'm talking about money, not cab fares.

- It's a start.

You can give the man 30 pounds.

It's something.

- The man doesn't want 30 pounds,

the man wants my skin.

He disapproves of me.

So, it'll have to be Julian.

Little baby brother Jul-Jul.

- Don't do it.

- No choice.

(laughing)

Hey, hey, Jul, old buddy.

You're just the old buddy
I've been waiting for.

Hey, come on, now,

is that any way to treat an old friend.

Friend, he says, or not.

Brother and sister and comrade in arms.

- I'm warning you, Clive, don't do it.

- What you want, old buddy boy?

A couple more pokes in the stomach?

- Now, I have decided to take a hand

in your commercial education, Jul.

All this running around
and boozing and leching,

this can't be good for you.

- Our education is our business, Clive.

And this is not a dust house.

Sometimes you're funny,

but right now you're very tedious.

So why don't you go, and then
we can all get some sleep.

- Well, that doesn't sound
like my little loving Jacki,

I can remember the time

when I didn't get home for four days.

- So paste it in your scrapbook.

You're very tedious.

- Okay, that's really not kind.

All I want's a few words
with brother Julian.

Is that right?

- Leave him alone.

- Is that right, Julian?

- That's right, Clive.

- That's right.

- Go away, Jacki, I can
take care of myself.

And take her with you.

(door closes)

- Yes, I recall how you,

how you dig these little games, Julian.

So I have invented a new one.

It is a sort of a card game,

except that you play it with photographs.

(hitting)

Now!

Jesus, sometimes I worry
about the state of the world.

There really isn't any gratitude at all.

Now listen, now listen!

I could have asked your sister to join us

in these little games.

Now, she would have
enjoyed this, wouldn't she?

Okay, okay, now, I will
sell you the whole game

instead, Julian.

Four hundred pounds
will do, to start with.

- [Denise] Once he starts, he won't stop.

That's why I had to tell you.

Julian will only help him for as long as

you don't know about the photographs.

That's why I'm telling you about them.

- How would Julian get the money?

- Clive won't care about that.

He'll just make him get it.

He'll make him sell things.

He'll make him join these

queer boy circuses he arranges.

He'll make him do anything.

He can't know, he can't,
that I've told you.

Don't worry, it'll be all right.

- You told her?

You stupid cow!

You've told her, you've told her!

(smacking)

See, why couldn't you keep

your big, sanctimonious trap shut?

- I was trying to help!

Both of you.

Stop you living in your fantasy world.

But you won't listen.

Why won't you listen?

You're not even hearing me.

All right, you deserve Clive.

The three of you are all alike.

(crying)

- Oh, Jul.

Oh, Jul.

- None of this would have happened

if you hadn't pushed me
away the other night.

If you believed me about it being just us.

You and me.

I couldn't bear it when
you didn't believe me,

didn't want me.

And everything I did after
that was just to spite you.

- Whatever you say, Jul.

It's us anyway.

No questions, no blame.

But what are we going to do?

- Just us?

Like it was when we were little?

Like it was when I was frightened,

and there was a thunderstorm,

and I ran into your bed,

and you covered me up against the bangs.

Oh, I wish we could just go
down to the south of France

and lie in the sun.

(sniffling)

- Yes, Jul, like it was then.

What are we going to do?

- We'll...

We'll pretend that you don't know.

We'll pretend that I've,
I'm going to help Clive.

- Okay, well, it's all settled, then.

You love me, and I love you.

We got it made, just like the three bears.

- Four.

- Okay, okay, four.

If it means less argument.

And we can all play bridge.

Cheer up, Jul.

You will get used to it.

It's gonna be the two of us

to burn up when somebody else

lays his hot hands on little sister.

And I will always, always
be there to comfort you.

Oh, we've got it made.

- We need some more whiskey.

- No, no, not at this time of night.

- Well, Daylight Club's open,

and they'll sell you one, fiver a bottle.

- Well, all right.

All right, then.

That's great, you just
get your shopping bag

and your sensible little shoes

and just toddle off down there

and get some whiskey, sure.

- You go.

- Oh, come on, Jacki.

Where's your housewife sense thing?

- You've got a car.

- Oh, no, I don't.

I certainly don't have a car.

They done repossessed it.

(whistles)

Hey, Jul will go for the whiskey.

Jul will do anything I tell him.

- That's not fair.

We always play a game when
one of us has to do something.

- I'm too old and too elegant.

I'm telling you, Jacki, this
is the big wicked city, babe,

and there's two kinds of people.

There's the marks and the operators.

Now, you two are marks,

and me, I'm an operator,

so Jul will go for the whiskey.

- You think you're so
bloody clever, Clive,

but you're not.

I think you're so stupid

that you couldn't even tell us apart.

- Oh, come on now, don't
give me the old twin routine.

I am the one person in the whole world

who can tell you apart
with my eyes closed.

I know.

- You just think you can.

- I'm damn well telling you I can.

- If you can't, will
you go for the whiskey?

- You're damn right I will.

Yes, let's end this
little caper right now,

because there isn't anything I don't know

about you two.

- What you have to do is wait outside

for five minutes.

- Oh.

Okay.

- All right?

- Yeah, you got it.

(subdued suspenseful music)

- [Clive] Hey, you two,
you got one minute!

Hey.

Hey.

(laughs)

Jul?

Jacki?

(ominous music)

(music intensifies)

(screams)

(engine running)

- Hello, darling, you want a lift?

- Oh, she's a smasher, isn't she?

- Yeah, I like it (engine
drowns out voice).

Come on up over the bust here.

- Come on there, love.

(cat yowling)

- Hey!

Where the hell are you going?

(dramatic music)

The party's on the
other side of the river.

If I stay here much longer,

I'm going to freeze to death.

Look, I don't know what you're up to

or what you're looking for,

but, you know, I need a drink.

Here, put this on.

Come on.

(dramatic music)

(car engine)

- I don't know how I got
into this Samaritan business,

but the sooner I get
out of it, the better.

You don't make sense,
and you don't listen.

So, you can either take a good sleep

on this couch, or...

Take this money and get a taxi home.

It's up to you.

My good deed for the day is now ended.

Well, don't worry about the money.

You can pay that back anytime.

Come round and have a drink.

You might feel a little
more talkative then.

You might even say thank you.

(door closes)

(eerie, intense music)

- Here, hang on a minute, miss.

11.06, please.

Thank you.

(eerie, intense music)

(cries out)

(cries out)

(screams)

(dogs barking)

- Here, just a minute, you've...

(clock ticking)

(eerie, intense music)

- What's happened?

Have you been out?

I want to know.

Come on.

Look, you've got to tell me

what this is all about.

I've got to know!

- I don't know!

I can't remember.

- Of course you know.

Where have you been?

- I knew the address, but that was all.

I didn't know where the lights were.

And there was the blood.

(screams)

(eerie, intense music)

(people chatting, siren wailing)

(bells ringing)

- James.

James, good thing I saw you.

The commiss has been brought forward.

I want you there immediately.

- I'm afraid that I--

- don't just stand there, man, get in.

- But this is important--

- Don't waffle about appointments.

You can cancel them.

I need you at the meeting and that's it.

Come on.

(birds tweeting)

(slow, thoughtful music)

- Someone stabbed your boyfriend

to death last night.

The police are looking for you

and your brother and a mysterious girl

in a blood-stained white dressing gown.

Look, I want to help you,

I think I've already proved that,

so now I'm going to tell the police.

Or would you prefer to tell me first?

Listen, you're going to have to tell me

about it first.

When I dragged you in here last night,

you were just a silly little girl

looking at the river,

half frozen and out of your mind.

Well, now I know why you
were out of your mind.

And if anybody finds out
that I've had something

to do with it, or with you,

I'm finished.

Finished, little girl, do you understand?

15 years of bloody hard
work and public reputation.

So tell me, and then tell the police,

and we can both say a quiet prayer.

- I remember you.

Your name's James.

You're often on the television,

and I saw you at a party.

But you mustn't ring the police.

You've got to let me find Julian.

- How can you find him?

The police are looking
for the pair of you.

- I'll go where we used to go.

And I won't tell anyone I've been here.

I won't drag you into it.

- Did you kill this man?

- I don't know.

I can't remember.

- All right,

I'll give you till tomorrow
morning to remember.

- [David] I'm home.

- How were they?

- They were savage.

All gleaming buttons and
short, sharp questions.

- I blame myself.

I encouraged Clive to be with them.

Even if I knew where
Jacki and Julian were,

I wouldn't tell the police.

- And his nice, primitive,
feminine reaction.

Clive may have been
the original kinky kid,

but those two twins of yours

wouldn't have taken any
prizes for normality.

- Ducky, you mustn't turn methodist on us.

- I am not.

I am merely agreeing with Denise

that they aren't any real loss.

- And everybody, positively
everybody's been ringing up.

The next time we have a party,

this boat's going to bulge but bulge.

(doors closing)

(doorbell buzzing)

(doorbell buzzing)

- [James] Yes?

- [Voiceover] Inspector Kingsley, CID.

Can I come in for a minute?

- [James] I suppose you
know what time it is?

- Yes, I know it's late,
sir, and I'm sorry,

but we're investigating a murder,

and we think you can help us.

- [James] I don't see how,

especially at this time of night.

- [Kingsley] Well, in your position sir,

anything you can tell us is
likely to be much more help

than some of the other people we've seen.

Tell you what, you were at a party,

on a houseboat, three nights ago.

A boy and a girl were there, twins.

They were also with another man,

a Clive Landseer.

Well he's been murdered,
and they've disappeared.

- Oh, yes, yes.

I've read the papers.

But what is this to do with me?

- Ah, well, you're a public figure, sir,

with a reputation for being progressive.

By which means supporting the popular side

of the problem.

Now, you've helped some of these people

in the past,

complained about police methods and so on.

- And you've come round

to get a bit of your own back, hmm?

- I've come round to find
out some of the truth

you're so fond of talking about.

- What did you say your name was?

- Detective Inspector Kingsley.

The man to report me
to is called Griffiths.

- Nobody said anything about that.

- You have one kind of
reputation, we have another.

I'm simply trying to discover

who murdered Clive Landseer.

- But I've told you, I
don't know these people,

these twins.

- Then you won't mind my asking, will you?

- [James] All right, Inspector,

I wish I could help,

but I haven't seen them.

- That's the end of the line, then.

It's funny, though, why the hell

should a taxi pick her
up in the Bayswater Road?

- I have no idea.

This flat happens to be
near the Bayswater Road,

but I can see no other connection.

- You're positive you've
not seen this girl?

- Yes, Inspector, I am quite positive.

- Well, thank you again, sir.

- Good night, Inspector.

- Good night, sir.

- James, what are we going to do?

- It's all right.

I did my figure in public live act.

- I won't tell anyone
I've been here, I promise.

- I know you won't,

not until they've asked the same question

for eight hours.

- No, not even then.

- I told you not to worry.

Go back to sleep.

- I wish I could find Julian.

He'd tell me what happened.

- Leave it to the police.

They'll find him.

There's nothing anybody can do now.

Go back to sleep.

- I wish I could remember.

I keep hearing and seeing little bits,

and then there's the
blood swamping it all.

I've got to find Julian.

(birds tweeting)

(engine running)

(calm, happy music)

♫Trees reaching down

♫Teaching the town how to live

♫Love that you give

♫Must be returned

♫Streets cold as steel

♫Holding me here without hope

♫Lessons of love

♫Cannot be learned

♫See the river ever flowing

♫Always knowing where she's going

♫Tugs and tankers heading out to sea

♫See the bridges rise and falling

♫Queens and gantry stretch and crawling♫

- Found good value, love.

Only four pounds.

You can have that for ninepence.

Tell you what, four six the lot.

How about a nice blouse?

I got a lovely blouse here.

There's some lovely ones, look at that.

(light, happy music)

- Hello?

- [Jacki] I've got to find Julian.

I took your sweater.

I'll telephone you, don't worry.

♫See the bridges rise and falling

♫Queens and gantry stretch and crawling

♫All of them are calling you to me♫

- [Mrs. McLaren] You'll
need some warmer clothes

than that you know.

This is London.

- I thought I recognized the place.

- [Julian] I think we'll like it here.

- [Denise] I could tell you
a few things about Clive,

and then you'd worry about
where he'd gone with Julian.

- Julian can look after himself.

(seagulls crying)

(indistinct chatter)

(loud drums)

(eerie, intense music)

- Where did you go last night, Jul?

Where did you go?

Where did you go, Jul?

Where did you go, where did you go,

where did you go?

Where did you go with Julian?

Where did you go with Julian?

- [Clive] The Palm Fringe
beaches of Paddington, babe,

the Woodland Hotel, room
104, room 104, room 104.

(eerie, intense music)

(clattering)

(phone ringing)

- James? James, I've remembered.

Yes, I'm going to the
Woodlands Hotel, room 104.

- Yes, yes.

- If you haven't heard
from me by nine o'clock,

call the police.

Have you got that?

The police.

- Well, be careful.

- Come on, darling, get a move on.

Yeah, you gonna stay in there all night?

(knocking)

Come on!

And about bloody time, too, hello.

(cat yowling)

- What you want?

- Room 104.

- Okay.

I haven't seen you before, eh?

- No.

- When you come down, we have a talk.

You give me your telephone number,

good-looking boy like you.

(knocking)

- [Julian] Who's that?

- Julian?

Julian, it's me!

- Where have you been?

I've been waiting for you for days.

What are you wearing that thing for?

You look like a bloody book.

- I came as soon as I could.

Jul, what happened to you?

Are you all right?

Have you been eating?

- I've been waiting for you.

I tried to get some milk,

but it didn't seem worth it,

so I've been drinking water instead.

Where have you been, you bitch?

Who have you been with?

- Nobody, I've been sleeping out.

- No, you haven't.

And where'd you get that sweater from?

- I pinched it.

- What? Why didn't you come before?

- I couldn't.

I couldn't remember where you were.

- I don't believe you.

You always remember.

You always know.

- No, not this time, Jul.

- Don't "Jul" me!

Look.

Look, we're all ready.

I'm all ready to go.

- Julian, what happened?

- Just us, just the two of us.

I've packed everything,

and we're all ready to go.

Oh, I'm so cold.

I haven't got any
schillings for the meter.

- I've got some.

What happened?

I honestly don't know.

I remember the dreams I kept having.

All the blood.

I can't stand the blood.

- Yes, you can.

You're only pretending.

You're only pretending,
because you know it annoys me.

- Who killed Clive?

- We both did.

We played a game, and
he wanted to join in.

And he said there were three of us,

and he can't do that.

Nobody can.

- Who killed him?

- We both did, we both did,

with your Japanese knives.

And then you ran away.

- But why did we kill him?

- I told you, it was just us,

and he said there were three of us.

It's not fair.

You pushed me away.

Why me?

It was supposed to be just the two of us.

I had more right to you than he did.

- No, Jul.

- Yes.

Yes, it will be.

It will be just like it was.

Nobody else.

No Clive, just us.

- We can't.

What are we going to do?

- I've worked it all out.

Day trip to France, no passports,

hitchhike down, and get some sun.

- Julian, the police are looking for us.

- They won't find us.

They can't.

It's a pity about the blood.

You should have seen him,

you shouldn't have run away.

He didn't know who we were.

And we had the knives,

and there was all the blood,

and that's going to happen to anybody

that tries that on us again.

Oh, and I don't care about the police.

They won't know, they can't know,

they don't understand.

- What time is it?

- It's nearly nine o'clock.

Why do you want to know?

- Oh, I can go and get you some food.

- We don't need food.

We're not hungry.

And you're not leaving me again.

- Jul, this is me, Jacki.

We'll get you some food.

We'll go and lie in the sun.

You'll be all right.

But why are you asking
all these questions?

We never ask questions.

- Because you ran away.

Because it wasn't us anymore.

You didn't want to share.

You didn't want us to kill Clive, did you?

- I don't know.

I thought we were just
going to frighten him.

- Anybody can frighten people.

But we're us, we can kill them if we like.

Clive deserved killing.

You couldn't see what it was doing to you,

but I could.

And you will when...

When I can explain it to you.

We're going to have lots of time.

And lots of sun.

And each other.

(dialing)

- [Voiceover] Emergency service.

What service do you require?

Police, ambulance, or fire?

Hello, hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

(hanging up)

- [Jacki] We could tell the police

about the money Clive wanted.

- You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Then you could find somebody else.

But I don't care about the money.

You know what I care about.

And Clive, Clive twisted you!

This was the only way I could get it.

This is Clive's room, you know.

This is where he used to bring people.

This is where he wanted me
to come to get the money.

And these, these are Clive's clothes.

I stink in them, don't I?

I stink of Clive!

But you wouldn't care
about that, would you?

- Jul, Jul, we'll get
you some clean clothes.

And we'll clear up, and
we'll get out of here.

We'll get you some food.

- And you'll do what I want?

It'll be just us?

Everything?

Like it was?

Promise?

Oh, promise, Jacki.

You've got to promise.

No more, no more Clive.

No more Denise.

Promise, Jacki.

- Oh, no, Jul.

No, I can't.

- Promise.

- Jul, I can't.

- Oh, you've got to promise.

Otherwise there's nothing.

Nothing but us, nothing.

(gasping, gurgling)

(crying)

(sighs)

(gas hissing)

(slow, thoughtful music)