Terror Page #2

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Ann, look, give me the sword.

- Ann, don't point that like that.

- Ann, look, stop it.

Wake up, one, two, three, wake up!

- Ann? - Oh, my God.

~ Ann?

- Ann, put the sword down.

- Enough's enough.

- Ann!

Stop it!

Ann!

- Ann!

- Stop it!

- At least the film

looks all right.

- Yeah, I still think it

needs cutting.

- I can't find Gary.

- I'm not surprised after that

little performance.

His success has gone to his head,

he's out looking for an agent.

- Very funny.

- Oh, your arm, let me fix it.

- No, no, no, it's fine,

forget it.

- Well, I'd better be off now,

I've got to be up early tomorrow,

remember?

- Don't be late, time is money.

- Oh, that's great,

coming from you.

" Ha!

- Bye.

' BYE-bye.

Ah!

- James!

James?

James, I'm off now!

Where have you been?

Are you feeling all right?

- Yes, uh, uh, I've been out

looking for Ann.

- Ann, she's probably back at

the hostel by now.

- What makes you say that?

- Where else would she be, out in

the garden camping?

- Well, she could be

wandering about out there.

Yes, why not?

I mean, you saw yourself what

happened tonight.

She could be absolutely--

- All right, all right.

She's your cousin, you know

her better than I do.

- Don't be stupid, I only

met her myself

for the first time last week.

I know absolutely nothing about

her, and until I do,

I'm not taking any chances.

- Right.

I'll be off then.

You've got the studio booked

tomorrow morning,

so I'll come in early, okay?

- Uh, yes, uh, yes, okay.

- What, why, that's less

than the sale price.

Really, it sounds too

good to be true.

Where's my nearest branch?

Thanks, come on, Betty,

let's go down to Oxford

Fabrics and see

these incredible bargains

for ourselves.

They get worse.

Ann?

Ann?

- This morning, actress

Carol Tucker,

best known perhaps for

her parts in TV's

long-running series The Villagers,

was due to begin work on a

new film comedy

called Take It or Leave It.

But now her part is being recast

because last night Miss Tucker was

found stabbed to death

in the grounds of a

house belonging to

her film producer friend,

James Garrick,

who also owns the north

London film studio

you can see behind me.

- And cut.

- Okay?

- Not in the bath, love.

How can we do it if

you're in the bath?

- Well, you didn't tell me.

- I just told you!

I said do the back scrubbing bit,

and then get in the bath.

Oh, let's just do it, Les, can we,

hanging round here all

f***ing morning.

- And whose fault's that?

We could've had it done by now

if we didn't have to

keep heating up

the bloody bathwater!

Well, I'm not catching pneumonia

for the money you pay, me darlin'.

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