The Scapegoat Page #4

until you came back.

You just have to promise that

you'll come up.

I promise.

Yes, it's him.

Darling?

- God, you look a mess. Where have you been?

- He really was ill.

You might at least apologise.

We've been waiting all day for you.

- I was so worried.

- Aren't you going to kiss either of us?

Look... Um...

there's been a mistake.

I met whoever you think I am last night

and we had a few drinks... too many, I'm afraid,

and then, this morning, when I woke up,

he had stolen my clothes and my luggage

and my wallet,

and taken off without any explanation.

Anyway, I came here this afternoon

to find out exactly what was going on.

He's been drinking.

I can smell it from here.

- I'm going up to change for dinner. Come on, Frances.

- Pl...

Did you talk to Paul?

He's been in a state all day about the contract.

- Is he the one who was just rude to me?

- It's not funny!

You might at least have telephoned.

There you are, Mr Spence. Her Ladyship has

asked me to send you up the moment you arrive.

- I'm not Mr...

- Please don't keep her waiting.

We were expecting you yesterday

and she's getting quite anxious.

Was there anything else you wanted?

No, no. Nothing at all.

I am, of course, going upstairs.

- Annie?

- Oh, my God!

- What are you doing? Are you mad?

- I'm...

Everyone's getting changed for dinner.

The servants are everywhere.

Annie's just getting me some shampoo.

She'll be back in a minute.

You are an idiot.

Mmm...

Come and find me after dinner.

Paul won't be back till late.

I've made sure of that.

Annie, dear, can you come and help me?

I want it properly rubbed in.

Yes, madam.

You disgust me!

Her Ladyship was most insistent on

seeing you immediately, sir.

- Right.

- She's expecting you for supper.

Why don't I take this from you,

and you lead the way?

Shall I?

You beastly boy.

Come and give your mother a kiss.

Father McReady, would you think me

rude if I cut short our little game

so I can talk to my prodigal here?

- No, of course not, Your Ladyship.

- What's the tally now?

I think I owe you 2/4 pence,

Your Ladyship.

How very thrilling.

We must make a note of that so we don't forget.

Where's my little book?

Well, I'm sure you and Johnny

have a great deal to discuss.

- In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

- Amen.

Good to have you safe home, Johnny.

- Enjoy your dinner.

- Thank you.

Now, come and sit beside me.

What's the matter?

You look ill.

What have you done with your tie?

- I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little...

- Hungover.

Serves you right.

I suppose you found some little tart

to amuse yourself with last night,

though goodness knows why you had to

go to Peterborough to find one.

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