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- I have. He doesn't seem to want to.

- Perhaps he's not in love with anybody.

- Then he ought to be.

that's typical feminine logic.

Do you love me?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

A little reassurance helps.

Come on.

Thanks a lot.

Frank. Frank! Hey, Frank! Wait!

- Hi, Frank.

- Oh, hello,Jack.

- Hi, Sylvie.

- Here.

- What?

- In here.

- Where have you sprung from,Jack?

- I want to get down to the coast.

- What's stopping you?

- Sylvie! IfJack wants to shake down for the night, he's welcome.

No. I told you last time he

came I wouldn't have him anymore.

- You're not going to stop me having who I like in my own house.

- Don't quarrel over me, please.

- He's staying, Sylvie.

- Not with us!

Why can't he stick with his own sort?

You can come home, FrankJefferies,

when you've got rid of him.

I:

- I never knew Sylvie felt like that about me.

- What's up,Jack?

- I'm in terrible trouble, Frank.

- Can I help?

- I've got to get out of the country.

I can buy a job as a steward on a

ship if I can get to Southampton.

I need 20 quid though.

I haven't got it tonight, but I'll wire

it to you first thing in the morning.

- Will you?

- Of course I will.

thanks a lot, Frank.

- I-I'm sorry about

- - No, no, no, no.

- I'll say good-Bye then. - No, no.

I'll walk with you to the coast road.

You can tell me all about it, get

it off your chest. It'll do you good.

Well, if that's the way of

it, you're in a hell of a mess.

- Have you told me everything?

- Everything.

- Now do you understand why I took the money?

- Of course.

- I wish you'd stay and face the music.

- No.

- I'd go to the police with you.

- No! They'd twist hell out of me!

- Make me say why I took it.

- It's bound to come out in the end.

Look, I know what I'm doing. I'll be

off now, Frank. I'll soon catch a lift.

Good-Bye, and thanks.

What, for a measly 20 quid?

No, for knowing me all these years...

And still being a friend.

Well, it used to be witches.

At least they don't burn you.

Good luck,Jack.

You'll never forgive me, will you?

It's not your fault you haven't

got enough brains to understand.

- Oh, you have, I suppose.

- I feel sorry for him, that's all.

- Sorry, for that?

- Yes.

Jack used to talk to me.

He's very lonely deep inside.

Hasn't got what you

and I have got, Sylvie.

Hello?

No, this is Mrs. Farr speaking.

What name?

Barrett?

Well, where's he calling from?

Oh, very well. I'll accept the call.

Go ahead, caller.

Mr. Farr?

Barrett. Jack Barrett.

It's urgent.

I'll call again at 8:00 in the morning.

Oh, all right. I'll

give him the message.

Hello. I thought you'd gone to bed.

- I had, but I heard the telephone.

- Who was it? Someone for me?

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