The Killing of Sister George

- Something wrong with the phone, is there?

- No, there's still no reply.

Give me another gin and tonic,

will you, Mike?

Sure.

Come on.

Say when.

- Come on.

- Better say when.

I'm terribly sorry.

Never mind. You haven't paid for it yet,

that makes it the landlord's worry.

- I'll get you another one.

- Jolly kind of you. Thank you.

I'm certainly going to stay off the horses

for the time being.

I'm nothing but bloody losing.

Where have you been?

Do you know what time it is?

I'm coming round straight away.

Of course you must wait for me.

Hey, George. You forgot your change.

- Hello.

- Where the hell were you?

I told you. Katz kept us late.

Did he, indeed? Us, or just you?

George, don't start all that again.

- Did you have a good day?

- I had a bloody awful day.

What on earth is the matter

with you, George?

You look awful. What's been happening?

- They're going to murder me.

- They're going to what?

- I've suspected it for some time.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

No, you never bloody well have.

That Australian bitch, that Mildred, let it out.

Mildred?

They'll drain the last drop out of me,

then they're going to kill me.

- Don't be silly, they couldn't possibly.

- You think they're too civilized, don't you?

You think the people at the top

wouldn't do such a thing.

Just remember what they did to Jessie.

Jessie?

- But Jessie Hawthorne is...

- Never mind what Jessie Hawthorne is.

- Just remember what they're capable of.

- It's ridiculous. They can't possibly.

George, they can't, really they can't.

Never mind, I'll think of something.

I never thought I'd see the day.

Mrs. Prescott.

I can recall the day she was wed to...

Cue camera one.

Number three, flip out.

Must be nigh on 20 years

since he passed away.

- Poor old Meg.

- How's that, Freddie?

It just seems that she waited long enough.

There was no medical reason for it,

none whatsoever.

I've nursed sicker than her back to health.

It just seemed...

that she wanted to be with Arthur.

Anyroad, that's the way it looked to me.

You're right, Sister George.

Some people just seem to know

when their time has come.

12 seconds.

Here comes the Reverend now.

My friends, this is the house of the lord.

Let us pray.

"The Lord is my shepherd. "

- And, cut! Tell them tea is up.

- "I shall not want. "

Cut.

"He maketh me to lie down

in green pastures. "

Over here, ladies and gents.

Tea's up.

That was lovely, darlings.

Absolutely lovely.

- These scripts are getting better.

- Do hurry!

They've got to keep their jobs.

My usual, love.

- The usual, ducks?

- Yes, please.

That was quite the most moving installment

we've done so far, don't you think?

- So moving it'll make you vomit.

- Here you are, love.

Tell me, Mildred,

did he use that close-up on my line?

- Yes, he did, darling. It was marvelous.

- Yes, it would be.

Hey, George, how does all this grab you?

- I beg your pardon.

- Come on, George, you know what I mean.

These functions are getting

to be quite the fashion in Applehurst lately.

- What functions?

- Don't argue with her.

Funerals, darling. Death and funerals.

Last week it was Jessie Turner...

and now we've given Mrs. Prescott

a fair old sendoff.

Makes you wonder who's next, doesn't it?

Listen, you miserable-looking cow...

if you want to say something,

why don't you get on with it?

- Darling, I was just trying to...

- I know what you were trying to do.

Why don't you shut

your great big Australian mouth?

- You have no right to talk to me like that.

- Go to hell.

- Did you hear what she said?

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