Crooked House Page #3

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Wait till you have

three children.

So...

You're an actress?

Clearly, you've never

set foot in a theater,

otherwise you'd know my work.

I must admit

I'm more of a cinema enthusiast.

I see.

I never cared much

for the movies myself.

Although,

I do have a superb script.

My husband wrote it for me.

Exposure.

His first work of fiction.

Full of passion.

The lead character, moi,

is a wonderfully dark part.

I know they say I should always

play comedy because of my nose.

Well, I suppose this murder

would give us a lot

of advance publicity and...

Do go on.

Is any of this

really of any importance?

I mean, after all,

we have our very own Ruth Ellis

right under this roof.

Ruth Ellis shot her lover,

not her husband.

Well, either way,

she was hanged for it.

And rightly so.

But are you saying

you'd like to see

Brenda Leonides hanged?

You are twisting my words.

Yes, well... perhaps I should

have a word with your husband?

He's in the library.

Thank you so much for your time.

Is that all?

For today, yes.

Good. I'm starving.

Hm.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Charles, let me introduce you

to my father,

Philip Leonides.

It is a pleasure

to meet you, sir.

Charles Hayward.

I knew a Hayward once.

Assistant Commissioner

of Scotland yard.

Something of a legend

in the force.

- My father.

- Hmm.

Did rather well for himself.

Until he was murdered.

And they never found out

who did it?

No.

Not much of a recommendation.

Father.

Mr. Leonides...

As disagreeable as you may find

my visit to be,

I can guarantee that

it will pale in comparison

to what's in store for you

should the police decide

to come around again.

Can you make an effort now,

please?

For me?

Seems my lovely Sophia is upset.

We must reach some sort

of accommodation, Mr. Hayward.

Are you suggesting

that we let the roll of a die

decide for us?

It will determine whether or not

we continue this conversation.

Pick a number.

Will you two please stop it?

Mr. Leonides, please--

I'll assign you four.

Of course,

the odds are against you.

And I'm not going to answer

your questions anyway.

Ah, well, that would be

very bad form, sir.

Do you think

some illegal pressure

from some little man

at Scotland yard

is going to make me talk to you?

I do. Yes.

Because that little man and I

are trying to do you

a favor, sir.

Ah, the little notebook.

Of course.

Jot away.

You are the eldest son.

I am.

And how long

have you lived here?

Ten years ago

I lost a poker game

to the wrong people.

My father used it

as an opportunity

to keep me on a leash.

That's what drove us here.

Along with one or two bombs.

My father is referring

to some of my mother's plays,

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