Spider Page #5

nice for your supper.

Wakey wakey!

Wakey wakey!

Wakey wakey!

Well, Mr. Clegg?

What you lookin at me like that for?

Say something, Mr. Clegg.

Cat got your tongue?

Now...

I'm missing a spare set of keys.

I left them on this table

last night.

And when I came down

this morning they were gone.

Well?

Mr. Clegg?

What do you know

about my spare keys?

A spare set of keys?

Several keys on a ring?

Mr. Clegg!

Not in your room, Mr. Clegg...

...this filthy thing...

...Will come down.

I'll ask you again, Mr. Clegg.

Where are my keys?

Who are you?

Don't play dumb with me my friend.

Alright,

you leave me no alternative.

Arms out, legs apart.

I want that!

What a magpie you are.

What have you hidden then... aye?

Nothing to say to me, Mr. Clegg?

Oh! Come on!

Doesn't work.

The plumbing don't...

Oh plumber...

F***ing toilet don't work.

You stay here!

No, no, no! ...

For God's sake

somebody help me, please!

For God's sake!

For God's sake...

You did this.

You did this.

You did your Mummy in.

You... you killed your mother.

You murdered your Mum.

Oh God!

What have you done?

(whispers)...What have you done?

You ready to come back to us then, old son?

You gotta smoke...You gotta smoke,John?

Aw...Ta!

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