Script

PM: Hello, Darling

MM: Hello.

PM: Tired, darling?

MM: (sigh) Exhausted. 

PM: I'll get it!

MM: (Irritated) Sit.

PM: I'm making lamb tonight, your favourite

PM: Or I could fetch you something smaller-

MM: (snappy) I don't want anything.

PM: I can make some soup, or we can order in, or-

MM: Forget about it.

MM: Sit down- for one minute. Just sit.

PM: What's the matter?

MM: She's 25, I didn't know how to tell you-

MM: You'll be taken care of.

PM: (Whispering) I'll fix some tea.

MM: (from the living room) I told you I don't want anything, I'm going out.

PM: (on the phone) Quick! Come quickly! Mary's dead!

AM: They're an odd pair, Patrick and Mary

AS: Completely mismatched, I don't know what she ever saw in him.

AM: (Suggesting that she is gay) I don't know what she ever saw in any man if you ask me

AS: Aye she's a butch one alright

PM: (Quietly) Mary's dead- she's dead!

AS: She must have been hit by a blunt object

AM: It's a brutal attack- Patrick, did you see anything?

PM: (Stuttering) No, I was just out at the grocers buying vegetables for the dinner, and when I came back she was- (Can't continue, too upset to speak)

AS: Our Mary's a strong woman, I don't know how anyone could manage to take her out

PM: You must be starving, please, have some supper while you're here.

AM: We mustn't Patrick, we're busy men.

PM: The dinner is made, it'll go to waste if you don't have some.

AS: (To AM) It smells fab [AM], we could just have a plate.

PM: I'll fetch you both some dinner. 

AS: (Eating) Whoever did it couldn't carry a weapon that big around

AM: (Messily Eating)I'd say it's right under our noses