Paranoiac Page #3

Then stretch a point.

Let me have some now.

Look at these

motor cars, alcohol...

trips to America,

holidays on the Continent...

and that yacht.

You paid them all,

didn't you?

Yes, I did, but only

after the suppliers...

threatened

to take you to court.

It seems your family name...

means more to me

than it does to you.

You're beginning to sound

like Aunt Harriet.

You consistently overspent

your allowance...

and you've run up debts...

that you had no possible hope

of meeting.

Whereas your sister,

Eleanor, has...

Don't bring her into it.

She's out of her mind.

No doubt you would wish...

to have her

certified as such.

We're not

completely stupid, Simon...

even if you like to think so.

And just exactly

what's that supposed to mean?

I suppose

it had entered your mind...

that with Eleanor

out of the way...

you'd come into her share of

the money as well as your own?

Yes, Mr. Kossett,

it has entered my mind.

Yes, I thought as much.

So what?

Nothing. But for as long as

I have control of the money...

you're not getting

a penny more.

Even if

you're dragged through...

every court

in the British Isles.

In three weeks' time, you

come into the full estate.

Then you can do

what you like...

but not till then.

All right, Kossett,

three weeks.

And then do you know

what I'm gonna do?

Drink yourself to death,

I shouldn't wonder.

I'm going to find myself...

the best firm of

accountants I can...

and get them to look into

the affairs of the trust.

With what in mind?

To find out how much money you've

embezzled in the last 10 years.

Show Mr. Ashby out, Keith.

I'll talk to him, Father.

Do what you like

but keep him away from me.

Pompous old windbag.

Come into my office.

Care for a drink?

You didn't mean that about

the accountants, did you?

Yes. Worried?

No.

You should be, Keith.

You father's so honest,

he'd rather cut his throat...

than take anything

that didn't belong to him.

But you...

You're like me, Keith.

You like expensive things.

I'm not saying you've dug

too deeply into the trust.

But I've a feeling there'll be

a few thousand unaccounted for.

How about being

a good fellow and let me...

have 100 quid

for a couple of weeks?

We'll forget all about it.

Dear God...

please forgive me.

Miss Eleanor?

I'll take her to her room.

It's still the same one?

At the end of the corridor.

Up here.

Quick, bring her in here.

What happened?

Where did you find her?

Is she all right?

I think so.

Well, where's the young man?

I don't know, he left.

It was him,

Miss Ashby, I'm sure of it.

Stop being a fool, Williams.

Anyway,

let's go and find him.

Williams.

Yes, miss?

Who was he?

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