Wetherby Page #3

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entire life on their knees.

How are you getting on?

Well, we have something.

He was a student.

I see.

Yes. He was working

for his doctorate

At the university of Essex.

He came to the town a few

days ago and rented a room.

Are you a graduate yourself?

Yes. A subject of much mirth.

A graduate policeman.

This man wasn't my generation.

He was younger.

He was only 25.

He came to research at the

British library down the road.

A blankness.

A central,

disfiguring blankness.

That's what people

who knew him describe.

Yes, it's true.

I've been trying to remember.

He said so little at dinner,

until late in the evening.

He s-seemed

already set on a path.

It's funny.

I mean, looking back,

I took it for granted

that he was there.

Yes. Well, that's right.

I mean, I've often

been out to dinner,

And not been quite

sure who somebody was.

No.

Quite.

Though, usually, it is

different if you're the hostess.

Anyway, it turns out it wasn't

completely out of the blue.

Um, the day before,

he'd seen Marcia Pilborough.

As you know, she works

at the library. Oh, I see.

And he'd, um, gone up to her.

They'd had a conversation.

He wanted to borrow a book.

Afterwards, we think,

he probably waited

And started to follow her.

oh, well, I see.

It's beginning to make sense.

Well, would-would you say...

I'm sorry. I know these

things are very difficult,

But would you say

that Marcia was, in any way,

A woman who was

likely to have been...

Deliberately provocative?

Look. I mean, is lying,

and brought him to dinner...

Deliberately, or as a joke?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I don't mean to be rude,

but Marcia's my best friend.

I don't think that

would be possible at all.

he said I'm the best

builder in Wetherby.

He said that.

I knew you'd like it.

When did you take it?

and he said to me...

He said he'd come around...

Look everyone.

Look what Marcia's brought me.

A picture of my house.

Lovely.

Do you like it?

clever girl. Hmm.

It's great.

Jim...

Jim, no. Don't,

for goodness sake.

Goodness.

Is this a party wall?

Jim?

What?

Please. It's undignified.

Unladylike.

Yes.

Jim! Oh, lord, it's my mother.

What?

Let me down.

I want to make love to you.

Jim.

Jean, are you home?

I'm home.

Is there

anything you need?

No. No, I'm fine.

Do you know how long

you'll be staying?

Uh, just a couple of days.

Oh, well done, Stanley.

Thanks.

Jean?

We brought you some breakfast.

Thank you, Marcia.

I'm just coming down.

Take the paper, Stanley.

Hide it.

We've got you bacon and eggs!

Why hide it? I thought

she was there when it happened.

Well, she doesn't want

to be reminded. Would you?

Good morning.

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