Behind the Scenes: The End of the Affair Page #6

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next time with a frontal.

- Lance?

- My boy.

Called after Lancelot,

the Round Table.

He found the Holy Grail.

That was Galahad. Lancelot

was found in bed with Guinevere.

I hadn't heard.

I have to say, sir,

I would advise against it.

I'd just like to see

what a man called Smythe looks like.

Will you lend me your boy?

Well, if you'll assure me

there'll be nothing unpleasant.

Sarah isn't there. This scene

will have a universal certificate.

Come with me, young Lancelot.

Go on, Lance.

No need to worry.

Now, you're feeling ill,

remember?

- How ill, sir?

- Ill enough to faint.

Can you act that?

If I hold my breath

and go all pale, sir.

Good.

Excuse me, but does

a Dr. Wilson live here?

- No, I'm afraid he doesn't.

- Oh, dear.

See, I was given this address,

and my boy's quite ill.

We've traveled all this...

You all right?

- You better come in.

- Would you mind? I'm sorry.

I think he needs

to sit down badly.

Thank you.

- Can I fetch him a glass of water?

- That's very kind.

Or some orange squash?

- Water will be fine.

- Orange squash, please.

Say thank you, Arthur.

- Is his name Arthur?

- Yes, ArthurJames.

- His mother was fond ofTennyson.

- Is she...

Yes, yes. Four years now.

- He must be of great comfort to you.

- And anxiety.

I ought to introduce myself.

- Bridges.

- My name is Smythe.

- With a "Y"?

- Yes. This is my brother Richard.

- With a "Y"?

- Yes. This is my brother Richard.

This is Mr. Bridges.

His boy isn't feeling well.

I was given this address

for a Dr. Wilson.

There's no such doctor here.

I've seen your boy before.

Maybe on the common.

What was the real purpose

of your visit?

I told you. A doctor.

No, you're not ill,

are you, boy?

People sometimes come to me...

and can't explain why.

But if there is a reason...

- My brother often deals...

- Hush, Susan.

They must ask themselves.

I recognize your boy,

but you...

- Who recommended you?

- We have a friend in common.

Sarah Miles.

And your name is?

Bendrix.

- I know all about you.

- I'm sure you do.

But you must enlighten me.

- Aren't you bound by vows of chastity?

- Oh, my dear!

Go, please.

Would you just go?

Come along, Lancelot.

Poor Sarah.

She had committed nothing but love.

And here were Parkis and his boy

watching her every move.

I would have called the spies off...

had the devil not tugged

at my elbow once more.

Henry.

Still in the rain?

Walking, Bendrix.

Doctor recommends it.

Well, walk with me.

I recommend a drink.

How's Sarah?

Pretty well.

Did you ever consult

that private detective?

I'd hoped you had forgotten that.

I was overworked.

I had Royal Commission brewing.

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