The Full Treatment Page #3

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And that satisfies them?

Well, enough to make

them hold their peace,

which allows them

to live long enough to enjoy it.

Are you a murderer?

I sometimes find a pleasure

in murdering ideas.

But physical variety,

not so far.

Still, who knows?

I may be. So may you.

Are you?

I think we must unpack.

Thank you, monsieur.

Perhaps we'll meet again?

- Well, I sincerely hope so.

- Why?

Because you interest me.

You're quite refreshingly rude.

Now, you and your charming wife must

come and have dinner with me tonight, huh?

- My charming wife and I...

- You don't have to be afraid.

Afraid of what?

That I shall poison you.

I'm a pretty good cook.

And you might be interested. I have some

other unconventional friends coming.

It's very kind,

but we've had a long journey...

That's a pity.

Maybe some other time.

My villa is always open house.

I live on the bay down there.

And come up here for company.

And to select my victims.

Enchant, madame.

Denise!

S?

Well, here we are, folks. The last lap of

this sensational Grand Prix de Bathroom.

And get the time, folks.

So far, she's only taken

24 minutes and 18 seconds.

- You're mad.

- Well, never mind. Move over.

Oh, no. No, darling.

- Too late! Mind your feet.

- Oh.

Ow! Ooh!

- How do you feel?

- What?

Oh, fine.

A little tired, but fine.

How about some soap?

Of course, tired.

Tired from the car,

tired from the excitement,

tired from the tlphrique.

Am I forgiven for

all that stuff downstairs?

Idiot.

That was stupid talk, anyway.

It's all his high class

self-assurance that got me.

I suppose when

you don't have any yourself...

Oh, he's not so high class.

The high class look

low class, like me.

But so high class as he looks

is low class.

All right, I'm just a suspicious character.

Just like any husband whose wife's a dish.

Che cosa "dish"?

English compliment.

Tu sei la bella piatta.

Hey! No you don't,

we're going to cool you off too!

Stop it!

I can't breathe! No!

What is it, Alan?

They didn't tell me.

Why didn't they tell me?

Tell you what?

All those double-talking doctors.

Somebody could have warned me.

Alan!

No.

Is it my fault?

No, Denise. It's not you.

Then what is it?

I don't know what it is.

I don't know. Do you?

Well, if you don't know...

I wasn't there

when they briefed you.

I don't understand.

Maybe everybody knows about me.

Does Prade know?

- Prade?

- Yes. Did you discuss me?

Of course

I didn't discuss you.

Did you mention me?

I said I had

a husband who was...

Who was what?

Who was getting over a bad accident

and who wasn't quite...

Normal?

Wasn't quite recovered yet.

I'm sorry.

Try to relax, Alan.

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