Twisted Nerve Page #4

right. I was wrong.

Tell him I am going

to Australia...

if that's what he wants.

Oh... Darling, of course!

Must go now, flight's

been called.

I'll be back in... two

weeks. Ok?

But Marty, Darling...

tell me, why Paris?

What made you...

I'll write you, Mummy.

Goodbye.

Silly old cow!

I want this posted

for me in Paris.

Any ideas?

- Full of them, sir.

- Know anyone going today?

- You leave it to me, Mr Clifford.

- Thanks.

You know... bit of

bird trouble.

Supposed to be there...

rather be here.

We've all been

through it, sir.

Don't worry, it's

on it's way.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

I want you to send

some flowers for me.

Where to, sir?

Seventeen, Richmond Grove.

Well it's clear enough...

'With thanks for all your

kindness', James Clifford.

But I've never even

heard of him.

You must have.

One of the boys from

the university?

Roses? That lot?

I know what they expect

for a bar of chocolate!

What, and don't they

ever get it then, love?

Or don't you like

chocolate?

Not even a little nibble?

He, he, he.

Roses then, eh?

I'll begin to hear the

patter of tiny feet.

Ha, ha. All I can hear is the

patter of tiny minds!

Ha, ha, ha, ha...

Still... it's 'ere to

stay, you know.

So you keep reminding us.

Well why not?

It's on me mind, love.

It's like I keep telling these

long-haired directors...

if you want me to sell your

crummy films, I say...

you've gotta give it a

a good dose of'S and V'.

That's what the public wants.

Sex and violence.

Cartoon, ice cream,

the old'S and V'...

and they're happy.

What do you say

Professor?

- Me, Mr Henderson?

- Yeah.

Ah...

well in my country,

'S and V' used to mean...

- 'Shoot the Viceroy'.

- Ha, ha, ha.

Today it means a

population explosion...

and food riots.

And both seem to call forward

a strength, Mr Henderson.

A rare quality.

Yeah, maybe.

But I tell you one thing...

you'll never make

it unpopular!

Ha, ha, ha.

Oh well, if you'll excuse

me, Mrs Harper...

I have some studies.

Of course. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Goodnight, Susan.

Goodnight, Shashie.

You can't really talk

to them, can you?

No sense of humour.

Don't be discouraged...

He's probably up there

laughing his head off.

Mmm...

chilly!

Yes, well I think I'll, erm...

I'll bowl down the local and

have one with the lads.

Coming?

See you later, then.

Did you have to?

What?

Make him feel small?

He is small, Mum!

He's awful.

He is human, and

he pays.

He gets good value.

What do you mean

by that?

Oh, Mum...

Well come on, what?

Now look here, Susan...

you come home three

times a year...

and I tell you, I'm very glad of

a little company in this house.

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