Twisted Nerve Page #3

I must get on with

my work now, really.

Goodbye.

Thank you for the chocolates.

Please.

Can't Georgie have a book?

About animals.

Of course you can.

Come on, we'll find one.

Got your ticket?

No.

Oh...

Where do you live, Georgie?

In hotels... in London.

With my Daddy.

I tell you what...

I'll take it out in my name...

and when you've finished,

bring it back.

But be sure you do or

I'll get into trouble.

Ok?

Yes...

Susan.

What a load of crap!

Martin!

Martin!

Oh...

Come down a

moment, please.

Come in, lad... sit down.

I've good news for you...

you're off to Australia, Perth...

in about three

weeks time.

Am I?

Yes. I've spoken to

our people...

they fixed a job for you.

Sheep farming.

Oh, what you make of

the job is up to you.

I see.

Everything's settled

then, is it?

Yes...

air ticket, passport.

Your permit will be through

in a few days time.

Oh, you'll need clothes of course,

but get 'em out there.

I'll pay.

And Mum?

She heard the good news?

She has...

Upset?

Buckets of tears?

She's upset, of course...

but, she agrees.

Of course.

Always upset,

always agrees.

I want none of that...

this is for your good!

Mine? Not yours?

Or hers?

Martin...

the one thing in the world

your Mother most wants...

is a man out of you!

Now, don't you give

a damn about that?

Her happiness?

What do you think?

I'll tell you what I think...

I think the most worrying

thing about you is...

that you haven't got

a single friend.

Not one!

- Haven't I?

- Well who?

Come on, tell me... who!?

Wouldn't you like to know.

And now it's about time

I let you into a little secret...

You mind?

You... can't send

me anywhere!

Can't I?

No.

I've over twenty-one.

Then it's bloody well

time you acted like it!

So I'm not going.

But thanks for the offer.

Well you're not

staying either.

How about that!?

Here...

you can try starting

as I did...

with fifty pounds.

Lets see how far you get.

Now... pack up!

Go on!

I want you out of this

house by tomorrow.

Ok.

And I may need this.

Thanks.

Dad.

Tomorrow... you

understand?!

Keep the change.

Face it, Enid...

he's not normal.

Now, where the devil did

I put those cufflinks?

Oh, it's alright, here

they are.

He should have seen

that psychiatrist...

when I wanted him to.

Please, God...

Oh, thank you, sir.

Belgravia, 00102, please.

- Your Belgravia number, sir.

- Thanks.

Hello, Mummy? This

is Martin.

Oh, Marty, Darling...

thank God you phoned!

Where are you?

London Airport.

What are you doing there?

Listen Mummy, I'm off

to Paris in a few minutes.

Paris?!

Mummy, listen.

I had a row with

Dad last night.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry, Mummy. He was

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