Frenzy (1972)

Barry Foster: Robert Rusk

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• [last lines] 

  Chief Inspector Oxford : Mr. Rusk, you're not wearing your tie.

  [Robert Rusk is speechless for a moment] 

  Robert Rusk : I...

  [he drops the trunk that he has just dragged into the room] 

• Robert Rusk : I don't know if you know it, Babs, but you're my type of woman.

• Robert Rusk : Don't forget, Bob's your uncle.

• Robert Rusk : You can stay at my place 'til you get something sorted out, if you want. I won't be in your way; I'm going up north for a few days.

  Babs Milligan : No strings?

  Robert Rusk : Now, do I look like that sort of a bloke?

  Babs Milligan : All blokes are that sort of bloke.

• [repeated line] 

  Robert Rusk : You're my type of woman.

• Robert Rusk : Hey, Dick! What about "Coming Up" then?

  Richard Blaney : No, I'm afraid I haven't any time. Thanks all the same.

  Robert Rusk : No, "Coming Up", the horse. He won by a mile. Twenty to one. What did I tell you?

• Robert Rusk : [addressing Brenda, a marriage broker]  If you can fix up a lot of idiots, why not me?

• Robert Rusk : You - bitch! Women! They're all the same. They are. I'll show you.

  Brenda Blaney : My God, the tie!

  [screams] 

  Brenda Blaney : [as Robert Rusk wraps the tie around her throat]  Dear Jesus, help me. Help me!

• Robert Rusk : Got a place to stay?

• Richard Blaney : You've got to believe me. I haven't murdered anyone. This whole business is insane. I mean, you know me. I wouldn't get involved in anything like this!

  Robert Rusk : Of course you wouldn't, Dick. No, the police - as usual - have got the whole thing ass about face. I mean these sort of killings always boggle the mind. That man must be a sexual maniac. Mind you, there are some women who ask for everything they get. But you? Don't make me laugh. You're not the type. Now don't worry, you've done the right thing coming to your Uncle Bob.

• Robert Rusk : That's a very frugal lunch you've got there. Frugal - and mean. Certainly not enough to support a lady with your opulent figure.

  Brenda Blaney : Rather too opulent, I'm afraid, these days; hence the frugality.

• Robert Rusk : I was just coming over for a quick one. Why aren't you back there polishing the sausages or watering the gin or whatever it is you do there before opening time?

  Richard Blaney : I have just been given the push.

  Robert Rusk : What for? You weren't pissing in the beer again?

• Robert Rusk : Mind you, half of them haven't got their heads screwed on right, let alone knowing when they've been screwed off.

• Robert Rusk : Have some grapes! Here you are. I'll get you a box. Finest muscats, fresh in this morning. Here you are. Take one of these back to your girlfriend, Babs. Get her to peel you one.

• Robert Rusk : Give us your paper. Here you are. This will make you a fortune. This afternoon in the 3:00, "Coming Up". Never been out before, but very well-fancied at home. Now, this is a four-horse race and the other three have all won before. So, she'll start about twenty to one, maybe more.

  Richard Blaney : Twenty to one?

  Robert Rusk : Put your wad on. She can't lose. A little birdie told me and my little birdies are reliable.

• Robert Rusk : Ma, meet Dick Blaney, the best pilot who ever pulled a pint of beer.

• Robert Rusk : I thought matrimonial agencies were supposed to bring people together?

  Brenda Blaney : Not people like you. Somehow I don't think our clients would appreciate your conception of a loving relationship.

• Robert Rusk : Do you know what happens to wicked girls who tell wicked lies?

• Robert Rusk : l like you. You're - my - type of woman.

  Brenda Blaney : Don't be ridiculous.

  Robert Rusk : l'm serious. I respect a woman like you and I know how to treat you as well. You know, in my trade we have a saying. We put it on the fruit. "Don't squeeze the goods 'til they're yours." Now, that's me. I would *never* do that. You know that, don't you?

• Brenda Blaney : Please. T-take the money out of my bag, but please, leave me alone. In my bag, there's enough money to buy any woman you want. It's yours. Take it! Just take it!

  Robert Rusk : I don't buy women. It's you who I want. You're my type. You are. Yes. You are my type of woman.

• Brenda Blaney : Alright. Alright, I won't struggle.

  Robert Rusk : But I like you to struggle. A lot of women like to struggle.

• Robert Rusk : Christ all-bloody-mighty!

• Robert Rusk : The police, as usual, have got the whole thing arse about face. I mean, these sort of killings always boggle the mind. That man must be a - sexual maniac. Mind you, there are some women who ask for everything they get.

• Robert Rusk : Ta-ta. And don't do anything I wouldn't do.

• Robert Rusk : You know what they say, Sarge: "Virtue is its own reward."

• Policeman : Good morning, Mr. Rusk.

  Robert Rusk : Hello sergeant, what's new?

  Policeman : Not much. This necktie fellow's giving them a bit of headache though. Can't seem to get a line on him.

  Robert Rusk : Have you tried advertising?

  Policeman : Oh, very funny. Look, you're one for the birds. Ask them all if they've ever had anything amiss with a bloke like that, will you? Or if any of their girlfriends have.

  Robert Rusk : Sure! Mind you, most of them haven't got their heads screwed on right, let alone when they're being screwed off. Here, have you met my friend Dick Blan...?

  [turns around but Blaney has already vanished at sight of the police] 

  Robert Rusk : Funny fellow. Well, don't worry, sergeant, I'll put the word about.

• Robert Rusk : [softly]  Got a place to stay?

  Babs Milligan : Oh, it's you, Bob.

  Robert Rusk : Yeah. I heard that ding dong you had with Forsythe.

  Babs Milligan : Oh, he's a right bastard!

  Robert Rusk : Well, of course he is.

• Robert Rusk : It won't be the same in the old Globe now.

  Richard Blaney : Well, Babs is still there.

  Robert Rusk : Yeah, and she's prettier than you.

  Richard Blaney : A matter of opinion. Bye now.

• Richard Blaney : Forsythe and I had a set-to.

  Robert Rusk : Oh, him! You duffed him up, I hope.

  Richard Blaney : He's a bastard. He was on my back right from the start. From squadron leader to barman in one easy lesson! He wouldn't leave it alone.

  Robert Rusk : He's the boss's brother-in law, isn't he? Forsythe?

  Richard Blaney : Precisely.

  Robert Rusk : Yeah, brother-in-laws are the worst.

  [affecting an Etonian accent] 

  Robert Rusk : Or should i say, brothers-in-law?