Entertaining Mr Sloane Page #2

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what you must think of us.

Your face is familiar.

Have I seen your photo in the paper

in connection with some event?

- No.

- Pop in the pub at the end of the road?

- I don't drink.

- Churchgoer, are you?

I used to be in the old days.

I'd knock up the vicar at all hours.

But then I lost touch.

I've seen you somewhere.

I rarely forget a face.

Er, forget it, son.

I am not seen about much.

- How many children do you have?

- Two.

Is your daughter married?

Well, she was. Had a terrible time.

- Kiddy died.

- You have a son, don't you?

Yes, but we're not on speaking terms.

- How long is it?

- 20 years.

- Strewth!

- You perhaps find that hard to believe?

I do, actually. Not speaking for 20 years?

I think that's coming it a bit strong.

Oh, I may have exchanged a few words.

Oh, yes, I can believe that.

(Dadda) He was a good boy.

Played some amazing games as a youth.

Won every goal at football one season.

Sport mad he was.

Then one day,

shortly after his 17th birthday,

I had cause to return home unexpected,

and found him committing

some kind of felony in his bedroom.

Is that straight?

I never could forgive him.

- Puritan, are you?

- Oh, yes. Every inch.

That kind of thing

happens all too often I believe.

For myself, I usually lock the door.

I'd remove the lock.

Anticipating

some such tendencies on his part.

I'd done it as a precautionary measure.

Mm.

Perfect skyline you got there.

Stunning it is. Stunning.

(Dadda)

We tried putting in for one of them flats.

No good.

If my boss was alive,

I'd have gone to him.

- He knew the right people.

- Dead, is he?

No! He was murdered.

- On the unsolved crime list he is.

- A murderer not brought to justice!

(Tuts) That's a sobering thought.

Why can't they find the murderer?

Didn't they advertise?

Yes, they took a piece in the local paper.

- How long ago was all this?

- Two years.

(Exhales)

Do they have any clue

to the murderer's identity?

(Dadda) He was a young man

with a very smooth skin.

Is he a small man your boss?

Yes.

Wavy hair.

- Wore a tweed tie.

- What was his profession?

He was a photographer.

Specialised in views of the river.

- You were employed in his service?

- Yeah. General handyman.

We gave the murderer a lift

on the night of the crime.

Oh, you saw him, then?

Ooh, I saw him, all right.

Why didn't you go to the police?

Oh, I can't get involved

in that kind of case.

I might get my name in the papers.

Yes, I see your point of view.

They won't find the killer now.

I should very much doubt it.

- (Clicks tongue) Scent's gone cold.

- Yes.

Hand me over them flowers, will you?

- What's this? What's this?

- We have met before!

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