fur pieces
like they was nothin.
Mr Pemberton gave me another raise.
I told Miss Cotton my daughter is
private secretary to a millionaire.
Hes as generous with her
as if she was his very own daughter.
Miss Bernice, dont you want
to get my hair brushed up
- before my mommy gets home?
- I sure do, honey.
You run up and get the brush.
Oh, that kid and her hair.
Puts me in mind of yours
when you was
fond of your niece, Mrs. Treadwell?
Why, I adored her. Cigarette?
No, thanks. You collapsed when you identified the body.
I can quite understand that. A shotgun loaded with buckshot, close range.
- Its not very nice to look at. - It was horrible.
Her maid Bessie, I suppose she was devoted to Miss Hunt?
Oh, she worshipped her. Laura had had her for years.
Ill never forget her scream when she saw L
fondle
your friends garbage bags?
I get very touchy
around household plastics.
Im particularly fond of Tupperware.
- Tupperware?
- Look, Im just saying...
the bag couldve been sitting
up on the counter or something.
- Zack? He did it. Now hes gonna die.
And you know something?
Maybe thats exactly what he deserves.
But the murders way too fuckin clumsy.
This guy is a major intellectual.
Top of his
fur.
Others insist it was glass.
Well, I guess well never know.
(Grimm # ) Forgive me, Your Majesty.
Might I enquire about the painting?
Shes really quite er...
...extraordinary.
Her name was Danielle...
...de Barbarac.
And this...
...was her glass slipper.
Perhaps you will allow me
to set the record straight?
Then its true... the story?
(woman) Yes. Quite.
Now, then.
What is that phrase you use?
LEGEND OF DARKNESS
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by
William Hjortsberg
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TITLES ROLL:
CLOSE ON a finely-worked Medieval tapestry. In the
background, beyond the intricate foliage, stands a moated
castle where a troop of mounted hunters set out for the
chase with dogs and lances. In the foreground, a lovely
young maiden heads for the forest, carrying an armful of
flowers. The forest, stylistically rendered by the
weav