Scene 6 Flashcards
Margot: The poor darling. He was so short sighted he could hardly see the racket- let alone the ball.
You ought to write a book about all this?
Tony: Murder on the center court… How about it Max? Will you provide me with the perfect murder?
Nothing I’d like better?
Tony: How do you write a detective story?
Forget the detection and concentrate on crime. The crime’s the thing. Imagine you’re going to steal something or murder someone.
Tony: Is that what you do? hmmm, interesting!
I always just put myself in the criminal’s shoes and keep saying: well, what do I do next?
Margot: Do you really believe in the perfect murder?
Absolutely- on paper. And I think I could plan one better than most people- but I doubt I could carry it out
Tony: Why not?
Because in stories things work out as the author plans them to… in real life thing don’t- always. I imagine my murders would be rather like my bridge… I’d make some damned stupid mistake and never realize it until I found that everyone was looking at me.
Tony: I think we better drink up Max
All right, sir
Margot: Are you doing anything tomorrow?
No, I don’t think so
Tony: Good idea. Come along early. At least- not too early- we may be nursing a hangover.
About eleven?
Tony: Raining pretty hard. I think I could lend you an old raincoat if that’s any good.
This will do. It isn’t far, is it?
Tony: We won’t be back till after midnight. You may be asleep by then.
You can always leave your key under the proverbial mat
Margot: All right, Well, look after each other.
We will. Good night Margot.