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(dramatic drum music)

(lively string music)
(ocean waves rumbling)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(pleasant string music)

(dramatic string music)

Ruth!

Time to go!

Ruth!

Ruth, your mum wants you.

(train chugging)

(factory whistle blowing)

He'll get yourself run
over going off like that.

He will not.

Come on, Ruth, love,
your dad wants to get off.

Hey, where are you going?

Off to the cliffs to see my granddad.

Can I go too?

You ask your mother and I'll ask mine.

Mommy?

Mommy?

Mommy?

Mom!

Can I go down and play wit Ruth?

You can go anywhere you like

if you belter with that racket.

Have you been asked, Teddy?

I will be in a minute.

Oh, very well then.

Thanks, Mom.

Oh, great lump you're getting.

Oh, Daddy.

My dad says I can come to the
cliffs with you, Mr. Harris.

Did he?

All right, jump in then.

Seems your Teddy is coming up
to the cliffs with out Ruth.

Very kind of you, John.

Hey, hey, my ball, I forgot it.

- Here it is.
- Thanks, Mommy.

Forget your head next.

Now give our love to your granddad

and tell him I'll be down
when done with the shopping.

Be a good girl.

I'll keep an eye on her, Mrs. Harris.

- Bye.
- Bye, love.

(seagulls squawking)

See you after work.

Bye, bye, Daddy.

(seagulls squawking)

(factory whistle blowing)

(ocean waves rumbling)

(children playfully shouting)

All right, love?

Smashing.

I'll take this wood up to your granddad.

Oh, I'll go up with it now.

No, it doesn't matter,
you stay and enjoy yourself.

I'll give you a shout when your dad comes.

Okay, Mommy.

Hello, son.

Hello, Father.

Where's Pat?

She's down on the
beach with the children.

A lot of driftwood came in last night.

The getting some for me.

(children playfully shouting)

Hey, that's my ball!

Well, you could always swim for it.

You swim!

You kicked it in!

She's afraid of the water.

Go on, I dare you.

Come on, Ruth.

(children cheering)

Teddy, honest, it doesn't matter.

We'll take that boat there.

Can we get it loose?

We'll have a go.

(ocean waves rumbling)

(seagulls squawking)

I can't see it.

There, there it is.

(waves rumbling)

Well, I don't think
I'll climb that again.

Thank you, Pat.

I've got a nice fire going.

It'll be warm for you when
you come in for your tea.

It's bleak for him living up here.

I wish we could persuade
him to stay with us.

Oh, he'd never leave,
he loves it up here.

I know how he feels.

(suspenseful music)

John!

They're going on the rocks!

Get father, tell him to
get a boat out there quick.

[Pat] Dad!

(suspenseful music)

Daddy, Daddy!

Daddy!

(ocean waves rumbling)

Daddy!

(suspenseful music)

Daddy!

Daddy!

(ocean waves rumbling)

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Help!
(ocean waves rumbling)

Help!

Help!

(suspenseful music)

Daddy!

[Teddy] Help!

Hang on, Ruth, I'll come back!

(suspenseful music)

Dad, come back, come back!

Don't leave me!

John, get Ruth!

Ruth!

(suspenseful music)

(motor puttering)

[Ruth] Come back, Daddy, come back!

Give him to me!

Get back to Ruth!

We'll get as near as we can.

We can't go alongside,
they'll tear us to pieces.

(suspenseful music)

(ocean waves rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(cathedral bell ringing)

The boy's all right,
packed him off home.

Girl's parents here?

Yes, they're waiting.

What are they like?

Young, nice.

He's a maintenance engineer at the pit.

Uh-huh.

Good evening.

I'm Dr. Brown.

How is she?

How's Ruth?

Is she in danger?

Please, tell us the truth.

Your little girl is very ill.

She has a haemoglobin
reading of only 30 percent.

What does that mean?

It means that she has less than half

the amount of blood she ought to have.

I'm afraid it severed an artery.

Ruth is well below the
danger line, Mrs. Harris.

What are you going to do?

We're going to give her a
blood transfusion straight away.

Fortunately, she belongs
to a common group.

She'll be no trouble in that direction.

Once the new blood begins to work,

she'll pick up, be well
on my way to recovery.

You know, it's astonishing
recuperative powers

young children have.

No.

No, what, Mr. Harris?

She mustn't have a blood transfusion.

Perhaps I didn't make myself clear.

The child is dying.

Yes, Mrs. Harris, dying.

She needs red blood cells at once.

But giving and taking of
blood is against our religion.

Religion?

What's religion got to do with it?

A transfusion will save her life.

It will deny her everlasting life.

Everlast...

A blood transfusion?

It's against God's law.

What law?

There can't be any law that...

"Whatsoever man eateth
any manner of blood,

"I will set My face against that soul."

That's just a legend, man.

Thousands of years old,

but we're not living in the Dark Ages now.

God's word is as true
today as it was then.

Mr. Har...

Wait here, please.

(dramatic music)

He said he could save her.

You must see the choice for her.

- I don't want to.
- You must.

A momentary existence now or...

Or the glory of eternal life with God.

If we weaken, Pat, we destroy her.

(lively music)

Richard!

Richard!

I've got one of these
religious cranks on my hands.

Refuses to allow his child
to have a blood transfusion.

If she doesn't get it,
she'll be dead in an hour.

Can you come, please?

Oh, I wish I'd left
five minutes earlier.

(lively instrumental music)

(gentle string music)

Good evening.

Evening.

This is Dr. Harvard, he's
just examined your daughter.

Would you listen to him, please?

Mr. Harris, I know
something about your faith

and I'm fully aware of the
rule concerning transfusion

but you've gotta think clearly now.

Your daughter will die unless she receives

immediate and proper attention.

Dr. Brown just told us that.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Harris.

No.

No.

Are you going to be able to live

with her death on your hands?

She's in God's hands.

How old is your daughter, Mrs. Harris?

Eight.

Have you any other children?

No.

Do you at least understand
what is happening?

Ruth is dying.

Would you please try make your husband see

that the Bible is not law in every word?

[John] It is for us.

My husband speaks for both of us.

That's it then, Jim,
the parents are agreed.

We shall have to ask you
to sign a declaration

taking full responsibility
for your decision.

Yes.

When will the crisis be?

The crisis is now, Mrs. Harris.

If you'll just sign here.

It's a statement exonerating
the hospital from any blame

if the child dies.

You should be in bed.

You'll get pneumonia if
you hang about much longer

in those wet clothes.

There's nothing you can do here.

We'll let you know immediately
if there's any change.

May we see her?

Yes, of course.

There isn't much time.

I'll ask again.

Will you allow me to give the transfusion?

He's already signed.

He can change his mind.

No.

Please.

No!

You'd better go now.

Jim?

You can't do it, Harris
has signed the paper.

You'll lay yourself open
to a charge of assault.

The hospital too.

Got a call through to
Marshall, he's the chief.

If he'll risk the hospital,
I'll risk the assault charge.

I just want to be ready, that's all.

Why doesn't he ring?

Take it easy.

Easy?

Whole thing's so stupid, I could...

We're doctors, aren't we?

We're supposed to make any decisions

we think are right for
a patient, aren't we?

When it comes to an operation

or transfusion to save a child's life,

do we make the decisions then?

Do we do what we know is right?

No, we don't

because we have to have
the consent of some crank

or halfwit who happens
to be the child's father.

Be thankful it doesn't
happen more often.

That's a great comfort, it's
happening now to this child.

Your call, Dr. Brown.

Leave me alone for 10 minutes,

she's have a blood transfusion, all right.

Rules are not made for nothing, nurse,

especially in a hospital.

She's so young.

That's why her parents
make the decisions.

We're helpless.

Oh, it's awful.

Well?

Marshall's on his way to
a meeting in New Castle.

Blast.

He arrives in half an hour.

His wife's getting in
touch with him right away.

Did you tell her?

She'll leave a message
for him to contact me

as soon as he arrives.

Half an hour.

Well, too late.

No!

Not without Marshall's consent.

[Jim] Go home, Richard.

Sorry?

The child's my patient.

The hospital's my responsibility.

What are you talking about?

I'm senior to you,
Jim, and I'm telling you,

we're going to wait for Marshall.

It's no good looking at me like that.

If there'd been the slightest sign

of weakening in the father, I'd chance it.

But there wasn't!

Harris was adamant.

[Jim] Yeah,

he was adamant.

What's going to happen, Doctor?

We're waiting for Mr. Marshall to call.

How long do we wait?

Just as long as she's alive, sister.

(melancholy music)

(dramatic string music)

You better change your clothes.

You'll be ill if you don't.

Pat, listened to me.

We're doing right.

Look at me.

In God's law there's no compromise.

You have to go the
whole way or not at all.

Ruth will be dead by morning.

We don't know that.

She's only eight.

She's hardly lived.

(Pat crying)

Don't.

Please, don't.

I can't help it.

If you tried to sleep now.

Sleep?

You ought to be in bed.

You're shivering.

I'll come up soon.

Pat, I promise you, she...

Ruth's going to be all right.

(sombre music)

(dramatic string music)

(lively instrumental music)

I want to see Dr. Brown at once!

What name, please, madam?

Harris.

Hurry!

Please, hurry!

Wait here, please.

Give the transfusion.

Please, give the transfusion now!

(melancholy music)

Thank you.

(gate creaking)

Where have you been?

Back to the hospital.

Ruth's dead.

She...

She...

She can't be.

She's dead.

I saw her die.

No.

I saw Ruth die.

(cathedral bell ringing)

(gate creaking)

I hope we're not too early.

Well, they're up.

Saw the lights on earlier.

Aye.

(doorbell ringing)

- Morning, John.
- We want to come in, John,

but we couldn't go another
minute without saying thank you.

Well, you know, you can't
say thank you really,

- it's not enough.
- Hmm.

Well,

you know what you did for Teddy.

Saved his life.

[Teddy's Mom] Yes, that's it.

He's a bit down now,

but the doctor says he'll
be right as rain in a week.

We've come to thank your husband, Pat.

He's a brave man.

How's Ruth, love?

Ruth's dead.

(ominous music)

Dead?

She's what?

If you'll excuse us.

(gentle flute music)

(dramatic string music)

(Jim knocking)

[Marshall] Come in.

Morning, sir.

Morning, James.

Sorry you had such trouble

trying to track me down last night.

Sad business about that little girl,

but you mustn't feel responsible.

I couldn't have gone against the parents.

I've asked for a postmortem.

Why?

There'll be an inquest,
isn't that sufficient?

No, sir.

A postmortem will show that
she died from lack of blood,

which I could have given her.

I watched her die knowing
I could have saved her.

Now that shouldn't be hidden.

It's a bitter tragedy, I agree, but...

It was murder, he killed her.

Oh, now, now, just a moment, James.

You've lost your sense of proportion.

Have second thoughts about.

I've had them all through last night.

Plain superstition and
bigotry killed that child.

That's your opinion and
you're entitled to it.

But people like Harris believe in

the literal word of the Bible
and they're entitled to that.

Entitled to what?

Entitled to kill?

Oh, be sensible, it's hardly Killing.

What is it then?

Their misfortune.

They have their own beliefs.

It's no good having a set of beliefs

if you're going to throw
away the inconvenient ones.

Beliefs?

Insanities.

Harris is a walking example
for some other fanatic

to go and do the same thing elsewhere.

I'm not going to let him quietly bury her.

Harris was within his rights

to refuse a blood transfusion,
there's nothing you can do!

Aren't these people suffering enough?

Perhaps if you had a wife

you'd realise how Mrs.
Harris must be feeling.

Oh, I know how Mrs. Harris
feels all right, in her heart.

She feels exactly the same as I do.

It's true, Father.

She's dead.

Ruth's dead.

Can't grasp it.

I just can't grasp it.

Ruthie.

- Ruth.
- Mommy.

Well, I...

What can I say?

Come and sit down, John.

I'll get you a drink.

You look done in.

Not just now, thanks.

Pat?

Will you come outside for a moment?

What do you want?

It's about the funeral.

What is it?

There's going to be an inquest.

Postmortem.

Oh my God, no.

Why?

Is it because of the
accident in the sea, John?

No,

it's not that.

Its because Ruth needed
a blood transfusion

and we refused to let her have one.

Could Ruth have lived
with a blood transfusion?

The doctor said yes.

(sinister music)

You psalm singing bastard!

(punch thudding)
(foreboding music)

- That's enough!
- Come, John.

(dramatic music)

I should have never let her marry him.

You couldn't have stopped her.

She wanted him.

What sort of people are they?

What sort of religion is it

that'll take a child's life like that?

(dramatic instrumental music)

Come inside, son.

Father,

tell me,

what would you have done?

I should have done what
my faith required of me.

What you did.

But you never had to
do such a thing, did you?

You never had to say,

"There,

"there's my child.

"Let him die."

God never put me to that test.

But if he had...

You would've let me die,

as I did Ruth?

I would've asked myself,
why is this happening?

What is God asking of me?

And answered?

That he wanted my child to grant it

everlasting joy in his presence.

I know how you feel.

Ruth was my granddaughter, I loved her.

I doubt myself, Father.

I doubt myself for feeling as I do.

What should, it was right, John.

If you had answered "yes" to that doctor,

Ruth's life would've ended on this earth.

We know now that life
is only a preparation

and that the best comes after

and you made sure that Ruth had the best.

It all sounds so simple said like that.

We've set ourselves a hard
task to live by God's word

and never deviate.

My grandfather taught me
the strength of our faith

and I've taught it to you.

And who have I to teach?

Who?

(ominous music)

♪ B-I-N-G-O ♪

♪ B-I-N-G-O ♪

♪ His name was Bobby Bingo ♪

♪ There was a farmer had a dog ♪

♪ His name was Bobby Bingo ♪

♪ B-I-N-G-O ♪

♪ B-I-N-G-O ♪

♪ B-I-N-G-O ♪

♪ His name was Bobby Bingo ♪

♪ There was a farmer had a dog ♪

♪ His name was Bobby Bingo ♪

♪ B-I-N-G-O ♪

♪ B-I-N-G-O ♪

♪ B-I-N-G-O ♪

♪ His name was Bobby Bingo ♪

(children playfully shouting)

What did your father have to say?

How good we were?

How right we were?

We followed the word,

the faith?

Everything's in
pieces, Pat, I know that.

Your heart's breaking, so is mine.

We can only help each other.

Like we helped, Ruth?

You saved Teddy and left Ruth in the sea!

How could you do that, how could you?

Ruth had a chance, Pat,
Teddy was almost gone!

That wouldn't make any difference to me!

Well, what sort of
decision was it for me?

I'll never get the sound of
her cries out of my head.

Never.

I'm sorry, John.

I shouldn't have said that.

I didn't mean it.

What's happening to us?

Pat.

No.

There's something I must tell you.

Last night, I went back to the hospital.

I know you did.

I went back to ask them,

beg them to give Ruth a transfusion!

I got there too late and she died.

Pat.

I wanted Ruth to live.

But...

If we...

If we had gone back on our faith,

she would've lost her eternal life.

I don't believe that.

And I realise now I never did believe it.

Pat!

I married you because I loved you.

When you asked me to
promise certain things,

I promised them because you asked me.

That's as far as my belief
went, just as far as you.

But I never really
thought until last night.

And last night I knew that
living was here on this earth.

Now!

Ruth warm and breathing.

[John] Stop!

(train whistle blowing)

That's what I did.

I tried to save Ruth's earthly life.

How do I know there's any other?

(distant train chugging)

I've only been your wife in love, John,

never in faith.

Now that you know, I don't
really belong here, do I?

(dramatic instrumental music)

Accidental death caused
by emersion in the sea.

If it had been a cat or a dog or a horse,

they'd have been howling for his blood.

Like you are doing.

The coroner should
have torn Harris in half,

not acted like a wet nurse.

Passing the buck, Jim,

this touches religion and that's dynamite.

Ah, so it is.

Maybe it's time someone
got blown sky high.

(ominous music)

You sound as brutal as
you're making Harris out to be.

Maybe I am.

It's not the man himself I'm after,

it's the fact that he can,

he can kill and be allowed
to get away with it.

That makes more sense.

I feel so damned helpless.

Come on, you've done everything you can.

Forget it, it's finished.

That kid gets buried tomorrow.

Richard, will you drive my car
back to the hospital for me?

I think I'll just walk it off.

(ominous music)

(foreboding music)

(door knocking)

Come in.

- Well?
- There's a Dr. Brown

to see you, sir.

Well, well.

Sir?

Show him in.

Dr. Brown, sir.

Come in, Doctor.

I shan't keep you a minute.

Well, what can I do for you?

You were at the inquest
on Ruth Harris, weren't you?

Uh...

Yes, I was.

What's gonna happen?

Happen?

I'm not sure I'm with you.

As a result of the verdict.

Oh, I see.

Well, sit down, Doctor.

Well, I've heard the evidence,

the coroner has given his verdict

and everyone will be satisfied, I'm sure.

The coroner's verdict isn't final.

Is that so?

No.

The police could take the matter further.

Oh yes, that has been done.

Well, first of all,

the police have to disagree
with the coroner's verdict.

And, even then, they don't
move, they can't move, in fact,

without a lot of evidence to support them.

Harris was responsible
for his child's death

because he refused to
let me give her treatment

that would've saved her life.

I should have thought
that was evidence enough.

Ah.

So I heard you say at the inquest.

Are the police going
to do anything more?

Religion's a tricky business, Doctor.

Very tricky.

Everyone feels, nobody thinks.

So, you're not gonna do anything?

There's nothing I can do.

I'll take further advice.

Well, that's your privilege, Doctor,

as a private citizen.

(cathedral bell ringing)

Pat?

Pat, are you here?

[Pat] Yes, Mother.

[Mother] It's after two.

Is it?

She'll be buried today then.

This won't do, Pat.

I wish I were dead too.

That's cowardly talk
and I won't have it.

You should be with John.

Must be awful for him, all
alone in that house with,

with Ruth's...

No.

You love him, Pat.

Do I?

Can I go back and pretend,

pretend all over again that
I believe like he does?

Maybe give him another child?

You're worn out.

Come on to bed, love.

No, I'll just sit here for a bit.

I couldn't sleep anyway.

Well, don't get cold then.

Ruth.

My baby.

(Pat crying)
(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

Pat?

Call yourself a father?

They should put you away,
that's what they should do!

You won't get away with it though.

You don't deserve to have a child.

Leave him alone!

It's got nothing to do with you!

Get out!

(dramatic music)

No, I can't.

The meetings for Ruth, Pat.

It's the only service there is.

Come home, John, please come home.

(sombre instrumental music)

(foreboding music)

(sombre instrumental music)

Dr. Brown!

I nearly missed you.

My name's Clyde, I edit "The Citizen."

Oh, that's funny.

I've made up my mind to
come around and see you.

I just read your article.

You took a strong line.

Glad someone here had
the guts to speak out.

I'd like to help if I can.

What's your next step?

What gave you the idea
I was going to take one?

I watched your face at the inquest.

All right, I won't deny it.

I want to find out the
exact legal position.

There must be a right of appeal somewhere.

Who's a good solicitor?

Hart Jacobs in Durham, he's your boy.

I've known him for years,
we play golf together.

Do you want to meet him?

Yeah.

Yes.

(birds chirping)

Those are the full facts?

Yes.

Well, there's no doubt
that you can lay information

before the magistrates.

If they think there's enough evidence

to put Harris on trial,
they'll commit him.

He'll go to asylum on a
charge of manslaughter.

Not murder?

No, no premeditation, no intent to kill.

You'll have to be satisfied
with "manslaughter.”

What do I do next?

You'll find yourself a solicitor.

- Well, that's you.
- No.

I'm completely out of
sympathy with you, Brian.

Why, for heaven sake?

Because I think he's cutting across

the most private things in a man's life.

What right of you to
criticise Harris's beliefs?

Because the child's dead.

Dead to you, not to him.

Superstitious dogma.

I believe you're a Catholic, Clyde?

Yeah.

Well there's another decision

you might have to make one day, Doctor,

whether to save a mother's life
or that of an unborn child.

Clyde's church would
sacrifice the mother's life.

Clyde would sacrifice the living mother

for the unborn child.

Harris would sacrifice the living child

for its life to come,

it's everlasting life.

Look, I'm a doctor.

It's my business to save life here.

That's simple enough, isn't it?

Then you mean to go through with this?

Yes.

I do.

Well, I'm not taking it on.

I'm a Jew.

The thing smacks as persecution to me.

Persecution, my foot!

We've got to make an example of Harris

to stop this happening again.

(Hart laughing)

You and your crusades.

Last month, it was fox hunting.

Now, look...

All right, I know you
right from the heart.

Well, if you won't
take it on, you won't.

Think I'll go and see Mapleton.

Yes, Mapleton's your man, Doctor.

Cold-blooded fish.

He knows law.

Coming, Clyde?

I think we need a drink.

You have it, I need some exercise.

Goodbye, Doctor.

(cathedral balls ringing)

A private action on a
charge such as manslaughter

is unusual, of course.

For the right of any man to
bring a charge against another

is old as the law itself.

Goes right back to the days
when the village elders

held court under the oak tree.

Yes, well our authority will
be Regina vs. Serne, 1899.

In many ways parallel,

the case turned upon the
interpretation of the words,

"willfully neglects.”

The father refused medical
care and the child died.

He killed her then.

Well, at any rate, they got
him on a manslaughter charge.

What happened?

The jury found him guilty.

Yes, well, we can get
Harris under section one

of the Prevention of Cruelty
to Children Act, 1894.

Renamed the "Children and
Young Persons Act" in 1933,

but basically still the same.

Will it take long?

No, no, this is brief, simple.

Facts as plain as day.

All contained in your statement,

corroborated by affidavits
from the other doctor

and the sister.

Say nothing of the declaration
that Harris signed,

taking full responsibility for his action.

No, in my opinion,

I don't see how the
magistrates will be able to say

there's no case to answer.

Superintendent Finley
didn't take that view.

Well, he's a cautious man.

Anyway, the police have to think

past the magistrates, doctor,

right after the judge and jury.

But don't ask me for an opinion there.

All right, Mr. Mapleton,
thanks very much.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

(children chattering)

My I see Mr. Reynolds?

Vicker's around a youth hall.

They repaired a leak last week.

Now they're doing the wall.

Thank you.

Mr. Reynolds?

Pat.

Patricia Harris.

Sorry to interrupt you
while you're working.

Oh, that's all right.

This job will go on for months.

Why,

I haven't seen you since...

Since I married into another church.

It isn't the church that matters.

Do you know what's happened?

Yes, I know.

Your husband,

does he approve of
you're coming to see me?

He doesn't know.

We're not together anymore.

Oh, that's sad.

Did you expect me to stay with him?

I'm old fashioned.

I believe "until death us do part."

Why did you leave him?

I wasn't ever really with him,

not the way he thought I was.

Mr. Reynolds,

is everything we read in the Bible true?

Did God want Ruth to die?

Your husband thinks so.

He believes his God
called Ruth unto himself.

Why do you say his God?

It's the same God for us all, isn't it?

No, it isn't.

What's the difference, then?

We all read the same book.

The difference is very simple.

We pick and choose from
the same book, as you say.

One man reads God is merciful,
one man reads God is wise,

one man reads God is the law.

We all treat the church
like a supermarket,

go in and buy half a pound of the belief

that pleases us best.

You did that, didn't you, Pat?

You chose a belief that pleased you

because it pleased your husband.

Yes, I did.

That's exactly what I did.

Well, your husband didn't.

His faith came from within.

His faith killed Ruth.

I don't believe she
should have died, do you?

No, I don't.

I believe God gave us
the gift of earthly life

and meant us to sustain that gift.

Pat, why have you come here?

I love John,

and I want to go back to him.

But it won't work unless I can pretend

I think what he did was
right and accept his beliefs.

Can I go back and pretend?

That's what I came here to ask.

When I prepared you for confirmation,

I taught you God is truth.

Well, just now, you said
"till death us do part."

One contradicts the other.

There's no magic answer, is there?

No "you can" or "you can't."

Half a dozen times in my life

I've had the chance of
being a real priest.

Now you offer me another chance

and I don't know what to say to you.

But this I do know,

you must not go against the truth.

That's the supreme law

and the truth for you
is in your own heart.

Well, that's it then.

Your God doesn't seem

to have helped me very much, Mr. Reynolds.

The world's a very
lonely place without Him.

I'm lonely without my husband.

I suppose the truth is we all
have to find our own answers.

Goodbye, Mr. Reynolds.

Goodbye.

(sombre music)

We'll try traction.

I'm against operating in these cases.

Come in.

Oh.

Oh, come in, Jim.

- I'm just going.
- Oh, that's all right,

Richard, if Mr. Marshall
doesn't mind, I don't.

I'm going to instruct
Mapleton, the solicitor,

to ask the magistrates to issue a warrant

for the arrest of John Harris.

I thought you should know.

Arrest?

He was cleared at the inquest.

Aren't the police satisfied?

Well, maybe they are, I'm not.

I'm taking an action against
him for manslaughter.

Manslaughter!

But this was out of the inquest.

Why do you want to go further?

I've got to.

Can't leave things as they
are, it's too important.

Jim, this is all very public-spirited

but it could clear your whole future.

Remember, you are a doctor.

We are very vulnerable.

This might be interpreted

as trying to draw a lot
of attention to yourself.

But I want attention,

I want people to know what
happened to this child.

Harris had the right to
say now and he said it.

But that's what's wrong, you see.

He shouldn't have the right.

No parent should have that responsibility.

And that's why I've got to fight him.

The medical profession
is concerned with healing.

You'll do well to
remember that fact, James.

So forget the child.

She's dead and buried.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

I didn't become a doctor
to act as an undertaker.

James, James!

Doctors should stick to doctoring
and leave law to lawyers.

Do you like a high court judge
to take out your appendix?

(doorbell ringing)

Evening, John.

I wondered if you'd like to
come over for a bit of supper.

Oh,

I was just going to put the
kettle on for a cup of tea.

You're coming with me, lad, come on.

Hello, Harry, that didn't take long.

Is he coming?

Come in.

Come on, lad, sit yourself down.

There we are.

He was just gonna make
himself a cup tea, Mother.

- Oh.
- No,

I won't have any tea, thanks.

Oh, well sit down for a minute.

I...

I want to talk to you.

I've got to talk to someone.

Well, you know what I did,

you know the result.

Well, I have to know what you think.

People have seen it every day for years.

What do you think?

Teddy's alive, John.

If it weren't for you, he'd be dead.

Well, a man can only speak for himself.

If it would have come to my kid's life,

I'd have done what the doctors told me,

whether it was against
my religion or not but...

Well, we don't live by the
cut and dried rules you do.

No.

We go to church for
christenings and marriage,

but we don't think all that much about it.

For us, it's the simple things.

Do unto others as you'd
have them do to you.

You know, just the simple things.

You see, it's much easier
for us than it is for you.

So,

well, we're not really able
to answer your question.

We will never be put to the test.

All right.

I'm glad Teddy's all right.

I won't stay for supper, thank you.

You've been very kind.

Well, you know what's best, John.

But if you feel like
company, just come over.

Aye, well, you'll always be welcome.

Thank you.

- Good night.
- Good night, John.

Good night, lad.

I wish there was something we could do.

He's a good man, you know.

Are you sure that we'd think that

if he hadn't saved Teddy's life?

(train chugging)

(trains whistle blowing)

Elliot!

Elliot!

Yes, sir.

I've just come from
the magistrate's court.

Dr. Brown got his warrant.

What's the charge?

Manslaughter.

I was at school with John Harris.

Known him all my life.

Well, get on with it, Elliot.

Don't just stand there.

Yes, sir.

(train whistle blowing)

(train chugging)

(doorbell ringing)

Fred.

Hello, John.

Come in.

Well, come in.

Now, what is it?

It's not bad.

No, no, John.

Well, this is the way it goes, John.

John Paul Harris, I hold
a warrant for your arrest

that you did on the night of
Saturday, the ninth of January,

caused the death of Ruth Harris,

and it is my duty to warn
you that anything you say

may be taken down and used in evidence.

How'd they make that out?

Well, they've got you on

the "Prevention of
Cruelty to Children Act."

I'll get my coat.

(ominous music)

Sorry, John.

It's all right, Fred.

(dramatic music)

Pat!

No, Ken, let her go alone.

What's gonna happen to her?

Too early days to say yet.

How could you rush to him
like that after what he did?

John's alive, Ken.

And Ruth is dead.

(ominous music)

(lively music)

But I've got to see him.

He's made his mind up, he
won't see you or anybody.

Maybe, maybe he'll feel
different tomorrow.

Try and see him early
before he comes up in court.

Mrs. Harris, could I
talk to you for a minute?

My name's Hart Jacobs.

Yes?

I'm afraid this is rather unprofessional

but I want to handle
your husband's defence.

Who are you?

A solicitor.

Why do you want to handle
my husband's defence?

Because I think he's
innocent of the charge

laid against him.

You do?

You really do?

Would you like to get in my car

and talk for a few minutes?

Please.

I don't understand how they make it out.

Well, they've charged
your husband on the.

"Prevention of Cruelty to Children Act."

Cruelty to children?

Well, how can they say a
thing like that about John?

He was the best and kindest
father that'd ever lived.

I'm sure he was.

Now, this is how it goes.

Tomorrow will be just
the preliminary hearing

before the magistrates, when
he'll be committed for trial.

Trial.

I shall reserve defence, apply for bail.

Have you had any ideas who might?

Oh, yes.

He's not alone in his
faith, I know where to go.

It won't be an excessive sum.

I'm going to see Dr. Brown.

I'm going to ask him
to withdraw his action.

I don't think he'll
do that, Mrs. Harris.

Well, I must try.

(seagulls squawking)

Dr. Brown, I must speak to you.

I was just after the hospital,

- Mr. Harris.
- I must speak to you.

Come in.

They've arrested my husband.

I know.

Yes, of course you know, you did it.

I want you to drop the case.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

But it won't do any good.

Ruth's gone...

and nothing you can do
will bring her back.

Why do you hate John?

I don't hate him.

I hate what he did.

I believe in living, not dying.

But who's going to live
because you put John in prison?

Some other child in
some other place, I hope.

One hanging doesn't
stop the next murder.

You've said it now, haven't you?

He killed Ruth and you know it.

I know I love him.

That's the only thing I do know now.

And love goes with
charity and forgiveness,

things you could never understand.

What John did was right to him.

You don't share your
husband's convictions,

do you, Mrs. Harris?

(seagulls squawking)

If it gives you any satisfaction
to hear it, no, I don't.

I know that now.

But I understand how
real they are to John.

He did the same as his
father would've done

and his grandfather,

they hand down their faith.

So, no,

perhaps his father's the
real criminal, or his father.

They influence their children's minds

before they're old enough
to make their own decisions.

You're very good at making other people

look at themselves, Dr. Brown.

Well, you've got blindness too.

There is something beyond science.

You don't see it but John does

and he has the strength to live by it.

All right.

Carry on with your case.

But I wish I knew what you think
you're going to gain by it.

I've told you.

Another life in another place

and, perhaps, another mother save the,

the heartbreak you're feeling now.

(dramatic music)

Mrs. Harris has nothing to say.

Do you agree with your husband's views?

I told you, she has nothing to say!

- Now, leave her alone.
- Come on,

let her at least make a statement.

Have her heart, a couple of words, please.

Were you in the hospital
when your daughter died?

- Did you see it?
- Yes.

What happened, did she die quickly?

Was she in pain?

Get away!

Let us go through.

No time now.

(reporters shouting)

How are you?

(metal clanking)

(gate creaking)

John,

this is Mr. Hart Jacobs.

He wants to conduct your defence.

I don't need a defence.

I've committed no crime.

That may well be, Mr. Harris,

but you've been accused of committing one.

It's up to us to show the
court that the charge is false.

Mr. Hart Jacobs wants to help you, John.

He thinks you're innocent.

Please, John.

John.

No.

I see your point, Mr. Harris,

but don't you think that if no defence

is put up on your behalf,

it'll be taken not as a sign of innocence

but as a proof of guilt?

The guilty man, of
course, has nothing to say

but the innocent man will say,
at least, "I am not guilty."

I will say that.

But then, you see, they'll
ask you why you're not guilty.

And that's where I come in.

For a man with no legal training,

to try and answer the
questions of the prosecutor

and defend himself at the
same time is very difficult,

believe me.

John,

you are not the only one to be tried.

It's everybody who believes as you do.

We are all on trial.

Your father's right, Mr. Harris.

He and every single member
of your faith is in the dock.

(uplifting instrumental music)

All right then.

You're up next, Harris.

Come along, now.

This won't take long.

I'll have a car round at the back.

You can slip out that way.

Oh, I've arranged with
Superintendent Finley

to give your husband 48 hours protection.

Protection?

I want mislead you, Mrs. Harris.

He's gonna need it for a bit.

[Man] This trial number five,

John Paul Harris.

John Paul Harris.

(crowd chattering)

(crowd booing)

Quickly as possible, please, sir.

"Father."

You dirty the word.

You can't stay here, Pat,
I'll telephone your father.

Afternoon.

I'm from the Gazette.

Could we have this for publication?

Get out!

Just doing me job.

You've got no right to come in here.

Give me that, is nothing sacred to you?

And what's so sacred
about the kid's picture?

You let her die, didn't you?

(foreboding music)

Watch it, lad.

Where's that Christian charity of yours?

Will you please get out of here?

Will you please go?

All right.

Well, you better get used to this though.

Your headlines, they're
going national this morning.

It's a big story...

and it's gonna get bigger.

Come on.

I'll take you to your father's.

No.

Let me stay.

(pleasant instrumental music)

Good morning, Mrs. Harris.

- Good morning.
- Mr. Harris.

Good morning.

Please sit down.

Mr. Harris.

About the money, Mr. Hart Jacobs.

Yes, I wanted to talk to you about that.

We could sell the house but
I'm afraid it's mortgaged.

Well, there's the car.

Aye, we could sell that.

Won't that much, but...

You can, of course, apply for legal aid.

This will cover my fees and
a defending council of sorts.

Well?

Well, I wanted to brief Hilary Pearson

but he costs money.

Real money.

We couldn't get him on the legal aid.

No.

Not a hope.

There is a way, however.

Yes?

I don't like suggesting it

but there's no doubt that any newspaper

would pay handsomely for your story.

I don't quite follow you.

Well, whichever way the
case goes, Mr. Harris,

there's a big story here.

All the papers, the Sundays especially,

will be after the rights.

No.

I'm not having that.

Now, let's look at this

from a practical point
of view, Mr. Harris.

I'll not look at it from
any point of view at all.

Now, I know you're doing your
best for us, Mr. Hart Jacobs,

but I'll not have it.

Everything we are, everything we think,

is going to be chewed over, I know that.

But at least they'll only be guessing.

If they buy my name, they
can print anything they like,

and I can't stop them
and I'll not have that.

So we'll just have to do
without Hilary Pearson.

So we...

we apply to the court for legal aid then.

Who will we get?

A young, ambitious man, Mrs. Harris.

But it won't be Pearson.

In my view, we need him.

I think the prosecution
will put up a top notcher.

I don't feel guilty of any crime.

As long as the facts are presented fairly,

I shall be satisfied.

So be it.

Your integrity impresses me, Harris.

Let's hope it impresses the jury.

(bus rumbling)

(horse hooves clacking)

John Paul Harris,

you stand charged upon
indictment with manslaughter

and a particular state that
you, on the ninth of January

of this year in the county of Durham,

unlawfully killed Ruth Rosemary Harris.

To that charge, do you
plead guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

John Paul Harris,

the names you are about to hear called...

What happens now?

All the preliminary business,

the jury and panelled and sworn,

opening speech for prosecution.

It won't take long.

Sir Humphrey's noted for his brevity.

He'll stick to the bare facts.

They're so damning, aren't they?

And so, members of the jury,

you will give the evidence
most careful consideration

and you will ignore all rumours

and you will put out of your
mind anything that you've read.

It is upon the evidence
presented before you

that you must decide.

And, remember, whatever Harris' motives,

they in no sense mitigate his guilt.

And now with the assistance
of my learned friend,

I will put the evidence
for the crown before you.

First, I shall call Dr. James Brown.

(people chattering)

Take the Testament in your right hand

and read the oath aloud.

"I swear by almighty
God that the evidence

"I give to this court shall be the truth,

"the whole truth and
nothing but the truth.”

You are Dr. James Brown?

[James] I am.

Ruth Harris was in your
care on the night in question.

She was.

Tell us exactly what you
told Harris, Dr. Brown,

after you'd examined his child.

I told him his daughter
was dangerously ill.

She needed a blood transfusion.

And what was Harris's reply?

He said no.

And what did you say then?

I said that she hadn't a chance

unless I gave her what she needed.

Red blood cells.

Did Harris understand
what you were telling him?

(people murmuring)

Yes.

So when he refused to allow you

to give his child a transfusion,

he knew he was condemning her to death.

(people murmuring)

What happened then?

He came into the ward to see his child.

I asked him again to
allow me to save her life.

What was Harris' answer?

He repeated, no.

That was his final word?

Yes.

He'd already signed the declaration

accepting full responsibility
for his decision.

My lord, I now produced the
declaration signed by Harris.

Is that the declaration?

It is.

My lord, that will be exhibit one.

As I told you in my opening address,

we have only two exhibits.

The second is Ruth Rosemary
Harris's death certificate.

(people murmuring)

"The whole truth and
nothing but the truth.”

[Humphrey] You are Sister Dora Young?

Yes.

A state registered nurse on the staff

of the East Durham Memorial hospital?

Yes.

Were you in charge
of the children's ward

on the night of Saturday,
January the ninth?

Yes.

Were you there, Sister,

when Mr. Harris came to
look at his little girl?

[Sister] Yes.

Will you describe the scene, please?

He came to the foot of the bed

and stood there and looked at her.

How did the child look?

Her eyes were closed
and she was very still.

White too...

She'd lost a lot of blood.

What happened then?

Dr. Brown asked him again.

He said there wasn't much time left.

He said the child would die.

Really, there wasn't any need,

anyone could see she was dying.

[Humphrey] And what did Mr. Harris say?

He said no.

Where was he standing?

At the foot of the bed.

Where he could see the child?

Yes, he never moved.

What happened then?

He left the ward.

Wouldn't have been any good him staying.

He would just have gone on
saying no until the child died.

And she did.

Who was there when Ruth died?

Dr. Brown and me and Mrs. Harris.

The child's mother?

Yes.

Why was she there?

Mrs. Harris came back.

She'd changed her mind.

But it was too late then, much too late.

One last question, Sister.

When Mr. Harris stood
at the foot of the bed

and looked at his child,

are you quite sure he knew
what Dr. Brown was telling him?

Oh, yes, he knew.

But he still said no.

Thank you, Sister.

(people murmuring)

Any questions, Mr. Kent?

No, my lord.

That is the case for the crown, my lord.

Thank you, Sir Humphrey.

Perhaps this is a convenient
time to adjourn, Mr. Kent.

As your lordship pleases.

Members of the jury,

we will now adjourn.

Please be back in your places by 2:15.

(people chattering)

Very emotional atmosphere.

Yes, Judge.

Sir Humphrey certainly played
on the nurse to good effect.

Unnecessary.

The evidence of the doctor

and the declaration Harris
signed was sufficient.

He caused the child's death so
he's guilty of manslaughter.

No matter what, he's in
no terrible state of mind,

that's good law.

But my experience is,
in cases of this sort,

juries don't want to know the law.

They want to know the man.

They've got a string of
character witnesses, of course.

Quite useless.

Only Harris, himself, can decide the case.

Whichever way it goes,
there's a weakness here.

No single man should be allowed to face

the responsibility of the
decision that Harris faced.

A man can only carry so much.

That's why he created the State

to shoulder the heavier burden.

Mmm.

There should be a legal
curve on parents' powers.

Then Harris would never have been placed

on the rack like this.

I find this a very disturbing case.

I could bear it more easily
if Harris were a fool.

If he loses what sustains him,

God help him.

I think your lunch will be ready, Judge.

Oh.

All right, Frank.

Go ahead.

Now they strip the case down to facts

and the bare facts are
the last thing we want.

Now we've got to convince the jury

that Harris's decision was
dictated by his conscience.

As for testimony about his character,

Teddy's father will praise
him for saving his son

and there are a few more friends.

Are you calling the
fellas that went shirty?

Members of his sect, his father?

No.

No more cranks, no.

No, to my mind, there's
only one thing to do.

Chuck them all overboard
and put up Harris.

It's always a risk to put
the prisoner in the box.

Harris is already overboard.

He's only got one chance,

to sink or swim on his own integrity.

Tell me what you think.

About what?

John Harris.

His action, guilty as hell.

His reason, innocent as heaven itself.

You know, I wanted Hilary Pearson.

I'm glad we got you.

Put him up, Kent.

Put John Harris in the box.

[Guard] Silence!

[Judge] Mr. Kent.

May I please, your lordship?

Members of the jury,

this is, as you must certainly
feel, an important case,

both from the public and
Harris' point of view.

And it's a tragic case,
whichever way you look at it,

because it concerns the
death of a little girl.

A death that was caused by her father.

Now, we don't dispute the fact,

and I repeat, "the fact,”

that Harris caused the death
of his daughter by omission.

But that is not the issue.

Harris is on trial for the heresy

of setting aside medical
knowledge for a religious belief.

In 1689, there was passed
the "Toleration Act,"

which was the beginning of the full rights

that man enjoys today.

In law, in this country, a
man may worship as he pleases.

Harris chose a set of beliefs.

There's no secret about them,

they constitute a
general, recognised faith

practised by thousands
and thousands of people

all over the world and
the state allows it.

(people murmuring)

Great deal has been made by
the council for the crown

of the declaration that Harris signed.

But if the law required him to sign it,

then I submit it presupposes
a right of choice.

Members of the jury, I'm
not going to wear you

with a lot of unnecessary witnesses.

If you're to understand why
Harris behaved as he did,

which constitutes innocence and not guilt,

then you must know the man.

And that is why you must
meet him and hear him

and judge the extent and
sincerity of his beliefs.

I call John Paul Harris
and only John Paul Harris.

(people murmuring)

You wish to affirm?

Yes.

Read the affirmation from the card.

"I, John Paul Harris,
do solemnly, sincerely

"and truly declare and affirm

"that the evidence I shall
give will be the truth,

"the whole truth and
nothing but the truth.”

You're John Paul Harris?

[John] I am.

Was Ruth Rosemary Harris your daughter?

Yes.

[Kent] Did you love her?

Yes.

Did you love her when you
refused the blood transfusion?

I never stopped loving her.

I love her now.

Now?

Ruth is dead, Mr. Harris.

To be with God is not to be dead.

Will you do your best
to speak up, Mr. Harris,

what did you say?

I said to be with God is not to be dead.

How do you make that out?

By the evidence of the Bible

and the example of Jesus Christ.

How deep is your faith, Mr. Harris?

It's what I am.

Who taught it you?

My father.

Who taught him?

His father.

With respect to my learned friend,

Harris' religious convictions
are not under dispute.

We know the details of his faith.

We understand them and their
consequences only too well.

My lord, I'm trying to establish

that Mr. Harris' faith
constitutes his conscience.

May I then remind the court that a man

may reasonably and notably follow

the dictates of his conscience?

There's no guilt there.

Mr. Kent, I don't want to stop you

from behaving and speaking.

The way you decide may be
best for the defendant.

And if it will assist you,

I shall direct the jury that the defendant

is perfectly entitled to his own beliefs,

but that is of course
a very different matter

from omitting to fulfil the
duty laid down by statute,

which he had towards his child.

I'm obliged to your lordship.

With respect to your lordship,

I'm endeavouring to show the jury

what Mr. Harris considered his duty.

Mr. Harris, what did you consider

your paramount duty to Ruth
that night at the hospital?

To protect her everlasting life.

How did your action achieve that?

Now tell the jury in your
own words, Mr. Harris.

We live by the literal
word of the Bible.

We believe in its prophecies

and look forward to the
reward of eternal life

on a perfect earth if we follow God's law.

In which it is written,

"You shall eat the blood
of no manner of flesh."

And you interpret that to
apply to blood transfusion.

Yes.

In the original Hebrew scriptures,

the word "eat" means to
absorb into the body.

In transfusion, blood
is taken into the body.

If you had agreed to
a blood transfusion,

what do you believe would've
happened to your child?

By deliberately trying to prolong.

Ruth's earthly life in that way,

we would've sacrificed
her chance of resurrection

and everlasting life in a perfect world.

Why do you believe Ruth
would've been punished

for a decision that
was not hers but yours?

Because it is written
that the sins of the father

shall be visited upon the children.

And what specific grounds
do you base your belief?

On the written word.

Thank you, Mr. Harris.

(people murmuring)

Harris,

I want the jury to understand your motives

for the decision you took.

Now, will you listen very
carefully to what I have to say

and answer us carefully?

We're dealing with very
difficult theological issues.

So I'll put my questions
as simply as possible.

Now, on the night in question,

were you guided solely by
your religious principles?

Yes.

Is religion a selfless thing?

Religion's a personal thing.

I think it should be selfless.

You heard Dr. Brown's evidence?

Yes.

Is there any single part of
it with which you disagree?

Did it all happen as he said?

Yes.

How old was your child?

Eight.

Was she a happy child?

Yes, very.

Did you know her well?

Ruth, did you know her well?

Did she spend much time with you?

Yes, we went everywhere together.

A devoted family.

Very devoted.

Was she a religious child?

Ruth, was she a religious child?

Yes, I think...

"Think!"

What do you mean "think?"

Was she or wasn't she?

Ruth was a good child.

You say that your father
taught you your faith.

He did.

Did you teach that same faith to Ruth?

Yes.

Did she understand?

Did she understand what
you were teaching her?

Ruth, did she understand?

Well, how could I
know, she was only eight.

Oh,

but you behaved as if you did know.

What was your wife's religion
before she married you?

Church of England.

Church of England.

The mother changed her religion,
and why not the daughter?

I put it to you, Harris,

that Ruth might have grown to womanhood

and shed your faith like an outward skin.

By your own admission, she was happy.

She enjoyed her temporary life.

But you didn't pause to
think that that little girl

of eight years old might
want to cling to this world.

You hurried her into the next.

No.

Not, "no," Harris, yes.

No, no!

In my submission, you didn't take in

what was being said to you.

You weren't really thinking.

You relied on a miracle to
save Ruth and that's the truth.

Well, the miracle didn't
happen but you risked her life.

You put your personal
faith before her welfare

and you let her die.

You let Ruth die!

(people murmuring)

Mr. Harris!

Face the jury, please.

Do you miss Ruth?

Every moment.

You miss her, you loved her,

yet you willingly gave up to God, why?

Tell the jury why!

He's eternal.

Everlasting.

His goodness is infinite,

there's nothing comparable on Earth.

You mean to you Heaven
is a very real place.

Yes.

As real as your own living room?

Yes!

Thank you, Mr. Harris.

My lord, that's the
evidence of the defence.

(people murmuring)

What's the matter, Kline?

It's hot in there.

Courts are always hot.

Even in winter everybody's sweats.

I'm glad that part of it's over.

I couldn't have taken much more.

You know, you're like all hot heads.

Once you see the results
for your clamouring,

you want to pull out.

I'm not sure now if crucifying
Harris is the right answer.

A bit late for that, isn't it?

Anyway, the judge gave the right answer.

Hmm?

In law, Harris neglected the child

and that's manslaughter.

Let's hope Harris didn't affect the jury

the way he affected you or we're sunk.

You're very quiet, Brown.

Has the real thing disturbed you too?

No, the real thing for me
is still that child's death.

Then what's on your mind?

Harris.

He's a sick man, he
hasn't slept for nights

and that shock in there didn't help him.

What shock?

He saw himself.

You mean he realised he was a fake?

No, I didn't mean that.

Harris believes, all right,
he believes in God the Father,

but he found out something in the dock

that he's been trying not to face.

What?

Jury coming back, Mr. Clyde.

Silence!

Members of the jury, are
you agreed upon your verdict?

We are.

Do you find the prisoner
at the bar John Paul Harris,

guilty or not guilty upon this indictment?

Not guilty.

[Man] You find him not guilty.

And that is the verdict of you all?

[Juror] It is.

- [Spectator] He's guilty!
- (people cheering)

(people booing)

Silence!

Silence!

Silence!

Let him be released.

No, I'm guilty!

I'm guilty!

He told the truth!

I saw myself as Abraham
when God tested his love!

Told him to sacrifice his son,

only God sent an angel to
hold back Abraham's knife

and I thought he'd do the same for me!

I never really believed she'd die.

I wasn't thinking about Ruth's afterlife.

I was thinking of a
miracle to keep her alive.

I sacrificed her, I sacrificed
Ruth and I'm guilty!

I'm guilty!

(sinister music)

Jailer's office, where is it, please?

Over there, sir.

(lively music)

I want to see Harris, quickly, please.

They took him out the
back, through there.

(suspenseful music)

(traffic whooshing)

(suspenseful music)

(traffic rumbling)

(tyres screeching)

I've got to pay for what I've done.

I killed her, I killed her!

You can't bring her back to life again.

I trusted God blindly not
to take Ruth away from me.

I can never redeem what I've done!

Your God forgives, doesn't He?

Are you telling me to pray?

Yes.

Don't tell me you've
had a change of heart.

Oh no.

No, what I did I'd do all over again.

I can't bear to see life wasted.

That's why I want to save yours now.

You're too late.

I died in that courtroom.

No, it's too easy.

You've gotta go on living.

Find your God again, and this time,

don't load Him with the
whole responsibility.

You could've saved Ruth.

I stopped you.

Yes, I could've saved her.

I can save you now.

John.

Oh, thank God.

Come home.

Ruth would always stand between us.

We must learn to live with that.

- John?
- Let him go.

Yes.

If he's going to come back,

he was come by himself.

(foreboding instrumental music)

(children playfully shouting)

(ocean waves rumbling)

Ruth.

(dramatic string music)

Ruth.

[Girl]] Give me my ball!

Come on!

(children playfully shouting)

(dramatic instrumental music)