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grotesque dolls, stuffed animals and unpleasant-looking sculptures are still on display.
Magnussen goes to a rotating card index and flicks through it until he finds what he wants, then
he moves on and soon afterwards we see him looking at a file which has a photograph of Lady
Smallwood paperclipped to the inside. He smiles a little. Next to her photograph is a picture of a
man of around her age, and now Magnussen slides under the paperclip a photo of a beautiful
girl who appears to be in her late teens. The girl has ornately coiffed hair and is wearing a
strappy white top and is looking directly into the camera, clearly posing for the photograph.
Not long afterwards, Magnussen is sitting in a chair facing a large wall. A film projector whirrs
beside him and the photograph of the girl is now being projected onto the wall. He is holding
the original photograph in one hand and looking at it. After a moment he raises the photo to his
mouth and runs one corner slowly down his bottom lip.

Some time later Lady Smallwood is sitting at a table in a room which has several other tables
and chairs scattered around. It’s possible that this room is in an exclusive club similar to The
Diogenes Club. She is looking at paperwork. A smartly dressed attendant speaks to a man near
the door.
ATTENDANT: Your car’s waiting outside, sir. See you tomorrow.
(The man leaves. Magnussen is sitting in an armchair some feet away from the table. Lady
Smallwood puts down her papers and pen and looks across to Magnussen as he stands up and
walks across the room towards her.)
MAGNUSSEN: May I join you?
LADY SMALLWOOD: I don’t think it’s appropriate.
MAGNUSSEN: It isn’t.
(He goes over to a wheeled chair nearby and rolls it across to the side of her table.)
LADY SMALLWOOD: Mr Magnussen, outside the enquiry we can have no contact, no
communication at all.
(Magnussen sits down, then reaches out and grasps her hand.)
LADY SMALLWOOD: Please don’t do that.
MAGNUSSEN: In 1982 your husband corresponded with Helen Catherine Driscoll.
LADY SMALLWOOD: That was before I knew him.
MAGNUSSEN: The letters were lively, loving – some would say explicit – and currently in my
possession.
LADY SMALLWOOD: Will you please move your hand?
MAGNUSSEN (narrating part of one of the letters): “I long, my darling, to know the touch of
your ... (he pauses briefly, then continues) ... body.”
LADY SMALLWOOD: I know what was in the letters.
MAGNUSSEN: She was fifteen.
LADY SMALLWOOD: She looked older.
MAGNUSSEN: Oh, she looked delicious. We have photographs, too – the ones she sent him. (He
smacks his lips.) Yum yum.
LADY SMALLWOOD: He was unaware of her age. He met her only once before the letters began.
When he discovered the truth, he stopped immediately. Those are the facts.
MAGNUSSEN: Facts are for history books. I work in news.
LADY SMALLWOOD: Your hand is sweating.
MAGNUSSEN: Always, I’m afraid. I have a condition.
LADY SMALLWOOD: It’s disgusting.
MAGNUSSEN: Ah, I’m used to it. (He strokes his finger across the top of her hand.) The whole
world is wet to my touch.
LADY SMALLWOOD: I will call someone. I will have you removed.
(She tries to withdraw her hand from his but he clamps his fingers around it.)
MAGNUSSEN: What is that?
(He gently lifts her hand, turns it over and then clamps his fingers around it again as he raises
her wrist towards his face and sniffs it.)
MAGNUSSEN: Claire de la Lune? (He looks up at her.) A bit young for you, isn’t it?
(She pulls her hand free and flails towards him but he seizes her arm and holds it still.)
MAGNUSSEN: You want to hit me now? Could you, still? You’re an old lady now. Perhaps you
should settle for calling someone.
(She tugs her hand free and this time he releases it. She looks away.)
MAGNUSSEN: Well? Go on.
(She continues to look away.)

Transcripts by Ariane DeVere (arianedevere@livejournal.com)