Swimming Pool

Excuse me, but aren't you Sarah Morton?

It is you. I recognize you.

Look, I'm reading your latest novel.

I love it.

I'm a big fan of Inspector Dorwell.

I've read all your books-

You must have mistaken me

with someone else.

I'm not the person you

think I am. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Good morning. What would you like?

- Whiskey, please.

- Ice?

Yes.

Yeah! And after that

in all the directories.

And we will renew, most definitely,

that shouldn't be a problem.

Just a minute.

Hello, Sarah. How are you?

- Could be better. Is John in?

- Yes, but he's in a meeting.

Who with?

- Terry Long.

- Who?

Yeah. I'm in the process of drawing up the

contract now and it should be with you shortly.

Yeah, I'm absolutely sure.

Now, you're on what's called "a roll."

You must keep the momentum good,

take a short holiday, but nothing to long...

Sarah!

Um, let me introduce you. Sarah Morton,

Terry Long. Terry Long, Sarah Morton.

I'm so pleased to meet you. My mother adores

you. She's read all your Dorwell books.

Right. Well, Terry, always a pleasure.

We'll speak very soon.

And congratulations again on that award.

- I'm sure it's the first of many.

- Oh, geez, John.

Very nice to have met you.

And do hurry. My mother's impatiently awaiting

the arrival of the newest Inspector Dorwell book.

So what award did that little sh*t get?

The Manchester Book Critics.

Hardly the Booker Prize, I know,

but it's not bad for a first novel.

The "little sh*t," as

you call him, has talent.

I just hope he sells.

- I trust you taught him your favorite motto.

- And what motto's that?

You know damn well.

You drilled it into me 20 years ago.

"Awards are like hemorrhoids.

Sooner or later every a**hole gets one."

Did I say that?

My God, you're jealous, aren't you?

You don't look after me anymore.

Just because I give a little

fled things, some encouragement,

does not mean

that I am neglecting you...

Besides, you've never had any problems

finding inspiration for the Dorwell series...

You write with such remarkable ease

I wonder you need me at all.

Okay, Sarah, what's the matter?

Can't be money. You're rolling in it.

It's incredible. The only thing you

can find to talk about to me is money.

I don't give a damn about money...

or success!

- I just want to find...

- ... an inspiring plot.

No. You don't understand.

It's- it's got nothing to do with inspiration.

I'm... I'm fed up with murders...

and investigations.

Why don't you confound your critics and

write something completely different?

Put Dorwell on the shelf, as it were.

You didn't like the last one, did you?

I knew it! And you haven't had

the balls to tell me.

That's simply not true.

You know very well I've loved the

Dorwell series right from the beginning.

As well you might...

considering the money they make you.

Do you like France?

I like frogs' legs.

So what?

My house.

Why don't you go there for a

while, hmm? Breathe some fresh air.

It's free, it's out of season, the weather's

glorious. There's a swimming pool.

Would you come and visit me?

Well. I have got my daughter.

But maybe I'll come for a weekend.

- Are you Marcel?

- Yes.

Hello, I'm Sarah Morton.

- How was your trip?

- Very nice.

- May I carry this?

- It's on wheels.

- I'll take the small one.

- Thank you.

My car is just outside.

Okay.

The bedrooms and bath are upstairs,

the kitchen's on the left.

I'll let you take a look around.

I turned on the hot water and gas.

If you need anything,

you've got my number?

- Yes, John gave it to me.

- Good.

To go to the village,

you can take the

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