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Margot: For a moment I thought it was Tony. I’m sorry I interrupted you. What were we talking about?
I was just telling you that I murdered exactly 52 people since I saw you last
Margot: Oh yes- one a week. How did you do it?
Every way I could think of. I electrocuted some in their baths, locked others in the car with the motor running, or pushed them through windows and over cliffs. Others I prefered to poison, shoot, strangle, slug, or suffocate.
Margot: Just according to how you felt?
When you write for that kind of television, you don’t have time to feel anything
Margot: Where do you get all your ideas from?
Oh- newspaper stories, police files- bad dreams- other writers…
Margot: You once told me you’d never write anything that wasn’t original
Huh, you try being original 52 times a year
Margot: Suppose you just dry up and can’t think of anything?
If it comes to that, I just use my three hats
Margot: What do you mean?
I’ve got three old hats marked: Who kills how, How, and Why.
Margot: Whis is what? I mean what’s why?
Why is the motive for killing. You’ve got to have a motive you know. There are only five important ones. Fear- jealousy- money- revenge- and, protecting someone you love. I just wrote them down on pieces of paper and pick one out of the why hat.
Margot: Sounds rather like sorting the week’s washing
It’s about as artistic as that, but better paid. It’s no more frustrating that writing plays that aren’t produced or novels that aren’t published. And don’t forget this: It all goes to prove that WITO makes teeth bright, white and bite.
Margot: (Laughs) Let’s have your glass Max
No… I’m all right, thanks.
Margot: I could hardly believe it was you when I heard your voice. At first, I thought you were phoning from New York
Yes, I thought you were shouting a little louder than necessary. As a matter of fact, I was just around the corner. (Pause) Was it all right… my phoning like that
Margot: Yes, of course
Was that Tony who answered?
Margot: Yes, it was. I do hope he isn’t going to be too late. Poor darling. He always gets caught when we’re going to the theatre. So you’re not here on a holiday- this time?
No, not this time. I came over to write some short TV films. After that I think I’ll knock off and write that novel. I’ve got to write it some day.
Margot: Another crime story?
I’ve got to stick to crime, it’s my stock in trade. But there’s no reason a murder story can’t be as good as anything else. And I think I could write a good one if I took the time. I thought of a pretty fair gimmick on the plane coming over. There’s a pair of twins, identical, one lives in Paris, the other in New York. All of a sudden, they both decide to…
Margot: Max, before Tony comes I ought to explain something
Yes?
Margot: I didn’t tell him anything about us
Oh
Margot: When you rang up yesterday, I just said you were a television writer I met when he was in America
Well, that’s true enough
Margot: I said I’d met you again just before you went back to New York, and you promised to look us up if you ever came back
I see