Deathtrap Page #2

About you

being left at home.

Myra?

Yes, darling?

Myra. Myra.

Yes?

I must be able

to trust you, darling.

Oh.

You cannot smoke.

You know that,

don't you?

You taking your pills?

No.

Now, everything's

going to be all right

Provided you take

reasonable precautions.

Don't make me

worry about you

Every time you're

out of my sight.

Oh, darling,

i am so sorry,

But i was so anxious.

That's not

your job, anxiety.

Anxiety's my job,

you got that?

I've got that, darling.

Myra:
how does mr. Anderson's

play read when you're sober?

It's worse

than i thought.

It's flawless.

So...so maybe you should

do something about it.

What i should do

is beat the fat bastard

Over the head with

that mace over there,

Bury him in a hole

Big enough to

accommodate his bloat,

And then send his

little masterpiece off

Under my own name.

There's the best idea

i've had in 10 years.

Yes, darling,

It's so unfair,

isn't it?

Hmm?

I mean, what's the point

in owning a mace

If you don't use it?

[Laughs]

Darling, do you know what

i was thinking last night?

Why don't you

produce the play?

I mean, you've been involved

in production for over 20 years.

You certainly know

as much about it

As someone

like seymour starger.

Darling, though

i might be capable

Of killing

clifford anderson,

I am not up

to the criminal behavior

Of a broadway producer.

I daresay not.

Well, have you thought

about collaboration?

I don't want any help in

killing clifford anderson.

I want to strike

the blow myself.

Darling, seriously.

Have you thought about

collaborating on the play?

On deathtrap?

Surely, if it's as good

as you say it is,

It wouldn't hurt

if it got a little bit

Of the old sidney bruhl

polish and pizazz.

What do you think,

my darling darling?

And don't tell me

that an absolute amateur

Wouldn't be thrilled at

the chance of working with you.

You mean,

i sex it up a little

And then split

But of course

i'd get top billing.

Why not? On the basis

of who you are.

You sure you don't

mean who i was?

Sidney!

You were and are...

The author

of the murder game,

The longest-Running

thriller

In the history

of broadway.

God.

I hadn't realized.

You mind the failure

as much as i do,

Don't you, myra?

I expect

it was rather fun

Being married to

that sidney bruhl.

Ah, well.

Nothing recedes

like success.

Oh, darling, call him.

Call him now.

Where does he live?

Up in quogue.

You don't like

the mace?

No, definitely not.

Blood on the carpet.

Then the next day

helga ten dorp's out there

Picking up

psychic vibrations.

Helga ten dorp

from holland?

I hardly think

that's likely.

Oh, i knew it! I knew

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