Night of the Big Heat Page #3
- Year:
- 1967
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Yes, come in.
Forget it.
I didn't come for that.
You're here now,
but let's get one thing straight...
(water running)
Can you hear me?
Every word, darling.
If Frankie finds out about us,
I'll break your neck.
(knock on door)
Miss Roberts.
It's only me, Miss Roberts.
I've brought you some fresh towels.
I'll put them on your bed.
Would you mind handing me one,
please?
Thanks.
(Door closes)
I could kill you.
(television crackling)
- Jeff.
- Yeah?
Something's wrong with the TV.
The phone's been playing up, too.
It must be static
because of this heat.
I'll turn it off.
Bloody set.
What's the matter with you?
That's funny.
It's never done that before.
(high pitched whirring)
That noise again.
Stella, have you been
playing around with the telly?
Of course I haven't.
(high pitched whirring)
Oh! What was that?
Don't come in,
there's glass everywhere.
- What happened?
- Get a dustpan and brush.
- But...
- Get the dustpan.
You don't want the dog
getting cut, do you?
(phone crackling)
Jeff? Look, something's happened
and I...
What's that?
I can't shout,
I don't want Stella to hear.
But you remember that noise...
I said, remember that noise
I heard on the road?
I'll come over.
Stella, I'm just going to go
down to the village.
I'll see if I can get
a replacement set.
What a story!
- What?
- You're off to Jeff Callum's.
You men and your horse racing.
We can't keep any secrets
from you women, can we?
Hurry up.
You'll miss the next race.
Patch!
(barking)
Patch, come back here!
Patch. Where...
Oh!
Here, Patch, here.
Who told you to come, boy?
You'd better stay, now you're here.
(high pitched whirring)
(barking)
What's the matter, boy?
(volume increases)
No!
(screaming) No!
(lntense high pitched whirring)
(screaming)
That's better.
This was a good idea of yours.
My fingertips were sticking
to the keys.
Some iced coffee will probably help.
Don't you get bored here
with the isolation?
Bored?
Yes, I suppose so, at times.
But then, who doesn't?
It's the sort of thing you learn
to live with in a place like this.
What happened to Mr. Callum's
last secretary?
Did she get lonely?
Is that why she left?
As a matter of fact,
she didn't leave.
Jeff had to ask her to go.
- He sacked her? Why?
- She took a fancy to him.
That made her a complication
and Jeff doesn't like complications.
I can understand.
He's very attractive.
She was wasting her time.
She didn't mean a thing to Jeff.
- Of course.
- I'd have known if she had.
- Yes, I'm sure I would.
But if he were just having fun,
would you know?
(angrily) Jeff doesn't play around.
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