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(Gulls cry)

(Stifled laughter)

(Laughter)

In nomine Patris et Filii

et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

(Band plays dance music)

Leave that alone!

Not now!

Armand, will you dance properly?

It's your turn now, Father.

Come and dance with me.

Genevieve,
you know I do not dance.

Of course you do.
I remember seeing you.

That must have been
a long time ago.

Armand, tell them to play a waltz.

Yes.

It's my wedding night.

One dance won't hurt you.

All right, we'll see what we can do.

(Applause)

(Band plays waltz)

Would you like to dance?

(Thud)

What are you doing here?
The dance is in the other room.

Come on.
I'll show you some good steps.

What's the matter with you?
You know who I am, don't you?

I'm Albert, Armand's brother.

Armand is your new brother-in-law.

Hmm... Well, if...

If you don't want to dance...

Oh, come on.
Anyone can do a waltz. It's easy.

Come on, try and dance.

There.

There. See?
I told you you could do it.

That's it.

- Let me go.
- You've only just got the hang of it.

Let me go!

(Music ends)

Albert, behave yourself.

Albert!

(Albert) I was... just trying
to show her how to dance.

I asked you not to bring her.

Karen?

(Music starts up again)

(Background noise
exaggerated and distorted)

(Horn beeps)

(Brakes screech)

What are you trying to do?
Commit suicide, you stupid idiot?

Just running out
in front of my car like that!

(Arguing and horns blaring)

Agnes, come here.

Come on.
You must keep off the road.

I want to go home.

Don't be silly.
There's nothing to be frightened of.

- I want to go home, now.
- Look, Agnes, be sensible, will you?

How can you possibly go now?
It's your sister's wedding.

Please, Karen. Please!

First day off I have in over a month
and you have to spoil it.

Karen...

All right, then.
Come on. We'll ask your father.

(Gulls cry)

Oh, wow!

Oh, wow!

Oh, you are ugly!

Oh, you're lucky, Thérèse.

You weren't at the wedding.

So many people there
and so much noise.

- What are you doing?
- Well... I was...

Karen was looking for you.

Weren't you supposed
to stay in the house to help her clean?

Ye... yes.

What is this?

It's my doll, Thérèse.

What are you doing with this?
You're not a child.

Oh, you'll kill her!
The tide is out!

Do you hear me?
You are not a child.

I'm coming, Thérèse.
I'm coming.

I'll bandage you up.
I'll make you well.

(Banging)

Can't you eat a little more quietly?

Hm... he's in one
of his happy moods again.

He's angry with me.

No wonder.

Why don't you stop acting
like a ten-year-old?

Karen, who was
in your room last night?

In my room?

I don't know what you mean.

Somebody was in your room last night.

And... he's been there before.

Oh, you're crazy.
Nobody was in my room.

How could anybody get into my room
without your father knowing?

He could climb in
through your window.

You haven't told your father, huh?

What do you do in your room?

My boyfriend,

he tells me jokes.

- What do you do in your room!
- What are you laughing about?

Nothing.

Now, stop chewing your bread
like an animal and go to bed.

(Footsteps leaving the room)

(Footsteps climbing the stairs)

(Door opening and closing)

(Tapping at the window)

Oh, look at your hands again!

Shh, don't make a noise.
She heard us.

You're the one
who always makes a noise.

Moi?

(Giggling)

(Shooting and squawking)

- Why are you lying on the ground?
- I'm being a scarecrow.

You will make yourself filthy.

But... they eat all the seeds!

It would keep them
from the vegetables.

What would?

- The scarecrow.
- I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm going to make a scarecrow.

With what?

Your black suit, your old one.

The one in the attic.

- I don't want you to touch that suit.
- But why?

You know why.

Please!

I want it! I want it!

Why can't I have your suit?
It's no good to you.

Please let me have it.

Why can't I have it?

I'll take it
if you won't give it to me.

- Stop it. Stop it!
- Did you hear me? I must have it.

Stop it or I'll have you put away.

Do you understand?

I'll take good care of your suit.

I'll brush it... every day.

I have work to do.

Leave me alone.

(Clock chimes)

(Sighs) Now, go out and play.

I want you to get it for me.

Please.

You don't mean get it,
you mean steal it.

He keeps the keys of the house
on the end of a chain.

In his pocket, I know.

And you want me
to get hold of them,

just like that, huh?

I'm not a pickpocket, am I?

If... if you don't get me the key,

I'll tell him about the noises.

You'll do nothing of the sort.

Oh, yes, I will.

You'll see.

Listen to me, you little savage.

I put up with enough from you.

Spilling your food,
dirtying your dresses,

- Screaming and shouting...
- I'll tell him if you don't get the key.

So now you're a blackmailer?

All right.

Suppose you do get the suit
and make a scarecrow,

how could you put it up
without your father seeing it?

It will be too late, then.

You're a monster.
Do you know that?

What do you want
a scarecrow for, anyway?

Oh, I want it...

I want something of my own,

my very own.

Well...

all we can do is try.

Oh, thank you, thank you!

(Birds' wings flapping)

(Doves cooing)

Shh.

Come, come, come.

Whey-hey! Pretty.

Oh, it will be perfect.

Come... We'd better go down.

We have to put the keys back.

Come on.

Look, all she wants
is an old moth-eaten suit.

I made her do it.

I made her take the keys.

It will need filling.

- What will you use?
- Well, I'll use straw, rags.

Anything.

Agnes, wait.

For his hands.

You're very handsome.

(Plays a tune)

I don't think you cared for that.

Maybe it was too sad.

But I can play
any kind of tune you like. Listen.

- Why don't you let him play it?
- Oh, he could if he wanted to.

(Laughs) I'm sure.

Does he...
Does he dance as well?

Only with me.

Don't be so sure.

Wait till I ask him nicely.

Come.

Oh, Monsieur, pardon.

Haven't we met before?

Yes, I think we have.

Do you remember that wonderful waltz
we had together in Paris?

Yes.

- (Sings a waltz)
- Leave him alone!

Hey!

- What's the matter with you?
- He doesn't want you bothering him!

He is not a he.

He's just a bunch of old rags.

Come in for lunch.

She... she didn't mean to be rude.

Come on, Agnes.

(Latin liturgy)

(Priest continues in Latin)

Amen.

(Church bells ring)

Mr Marchand, what did you think
of the pamphlet I sent you?

- I've been waiting for you to...
- Oh, why does he keep bothering us?

(Wind howls)

(Manic laughter)

(Wailing)

(Scream)

(Laughter)

(Woman) Docteur.

(Hysterics)

- Docteur!
- All right, I'm coming.

(Siren wailing)

Wait here.

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

Please, could you help him?

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

(Rumble of thunder)

(Windows banging)

(Knocking)

(Wind howling)

Ah, Monsieur Larbaud.

Forgive us for bothering you.

I am just finishing my dinner.

I'm afraid it's a matter of some urgency.

We are looking for an escaped prisoner.
He ran off with two of his friends.

We've got the others but
this one young man may still be nearby.

- I have seen nothing.
- Oh, excuse me, Monsieur.

I believe you and your daughter
witnessed the incident.

(Karen) Shut the door.

What are you doing?

The wind and the rain...
He'll be hurt.

You'd better hurry
before your father comes back.

A young man?

No, I've seen nobody.

I wish I had.

Good evening, young lady.

Now, don't be afraid.

We just want to know if you've seen
anyone near the house today.

Tell him.

No.

No one.

You've seen no one at all?

No.

Only my scarecrow.

In the garden.

(Awkward laugh)

Is there anything more?

No, nothing more, thank you.

But if you should see or hear
anything that might interest us...

Good night.

No, don't move.

You look so tired.

- The police?
- You mustn't worry about them.

They've gone.

You see? It's true.
He's alive.

Alive but no scarecrow.

He is. He's mine. I made him.

We'd better tell the police.

The police?

Why? Why would they want him?

Don't be an idiot.
You know very well who he is.

Not bad-looking, either.

What a waste.

- We'll take him inside and wash him.
- Of course!

- And go to jail for hiding a prisoner?
- He is not.

I told you, I made him.

Isn't that Father's suit?

We'll put him in Genevieve's old room.

What are you waiting for?

All right.

He looks in a bad way.

(Clatter)

(Thunderclap)

(Footsteps)

(Thunderclap)

- Where did you find him?
- In the shed. I found him.

Did you not see this wound?

He should have been
attended to immediately.

Karen, get some brandy
from the study.

Agnes, my medicine box.

Some water.

Here, take these.

It will help you to rest.

When he wakes up,
give him some hot soup

and perhaps some meat.

He's very weak.

Of course.
He hasn't eaten anything for a week.

- A week?
- Mm-hm.

It's exactly a week since I made him.

He's mine, isn't he?

- I made him.
- Did you, now?

In that case, I'd let him sleep.

Come on.

You said your name was Joseph?

Mm-hm.

Well, what do you plan to do now?

Finish this.

They're going to find me sooner or later
so I may as well go and give myself up.

I don't want to cause you any trouble.

Thanks for the help.
I mean it.

Will you tell me what happened?

Sure.

We docked just a couple of days ago.

That night I went out for a few drinks
with some friends of mine

and we got into a fight
with some civilians.

And the police picked you up?

Yes.

And so we spent the night in jail.

In the morning they were taking us
back to the ship and we made a break.

Why?

In the police van

we got into an argument
with the gendarmes.

They got mad and one of them
took a swing at this friend of mine

and he hit back.

Then I remember
throwing this gendarme off of me...

and seeing you.

You remember that?

- Yeah.
- I too.

Strange.

So you were confused.

It was done in the heat of the moment,

brought on by the brutality of the guard.

You were confused, right?

Yes, I guess so.

Do you think
the law will understand that?

It falls very heavily on the side
of the police in a case like this.

You have only to come
before a harsh, unsympathetic judge.

Well, I have to take my chances.

How can a judge...

how can anybody understand
the roots of human behaviour?

I am working on a book, you see.

It has to do with human understanding
and the law.

Has the law ever interested you?

No.

The law is meaningless
unless it is compassionate.

I would like to make that clear to people.

I write letters. I send out circulars.
I even try to arrange meetings.

But who cares? It's impossible
to talk to anyone here.

I haven't talked like this...

(Door opening)

It's a little late, isn't it?

Shouldn't you be asleep?

Yes.

Well, good night, then.

Do you think I'm ugly?

No, I don't.

Do you think... Karen is pretty?

- Who's Karen?
- You saw her.

She works here
but she's my friend.

Do you think she's nice?

I suppose so.

Would you let her
come here at night?

Well, that might be a different story...

You shouldn't treat me like this.

You don't belong to her.

She hasn't waited all these days
for you to come alive.

I've been thinking about you
for a very long time.

Agnes.

What?

You know I'm not any scarecrow.

You know that.

No.

You are.

You've forgotten.

All that time standing in the garden,

with your arms stretched out.

How nice you looked.

I watched you day and night.

I brushed your clothes and...

I cleaned your gloves.

And when the rain fell on you,

I'd sometimes take my umbrella

and hold it over your head.

You never refused me anything then.

I can teach you a lot of things

now that you can hear and see.

And you can teach me.

Because I feel...

I feel I can hear and see now too
for the first time.

You will help me, won't you?

Yes, I'll help you.

But in the morning.

You're sure you want me to go?

Yeah.

Well, sleep well.

Maybe you'll dream of me.

(Floorboard creaking)

I'll dream of you.

- That looks easy enough.
- Oh, yes.

And occasionally, when I feel
the need to speak to someone,

I put down my ideas

and send them to people
I knew a long time ago.

They don't answer me,
but I send them anyway.

Try it.

- Oh, you're all right.
- Don't bother him, Agnes.

He's doing some work for me.

I didn't mean it.

What?

What I was thinking.

Oh, of course.

I know what you're thinking all the time.

Oh? You can get
inside my mind, can you?

- Mm-hm.
- What am I thinking now?

You're thinking of... going away.

Yes. Well, I'll have to soon.

But... why?

Well, you know
what happened, don't you?

- No.
- Oh, come on, now. Don't you?

You mean...

the gendarme?

Yes, with the gendarme.

But you didn't mean to hurt him.

I can tell whose daughter you are.

You can't go away.

I made you
and I can take you to pieces again.

I can destroy you.

- You wouldn't give me away.
- Oh, yes, I would.

Of course I wouldn't give you away.

Not to anyone.

You're mine.
I want you for myself.

You don't understand.

That's what people always tell me but...

But it's not true. (Sniffs)

I understand everything.

I know you're safe here.

Do you think
you could do me a favour?

Could you keep from coming
into my room at night?

Why? Do you hate me?

Oh, I don't hate you.

Oh, yes, you do.

- Ever since you've come alive.
- You shouldn't say that.

You don't want people
to think you're crazy, do you?

(Clock chimes)

But, you see...

I am crazy.

Everyone says so.

And if they don't say it,
it's in their eyes.

When I was 12 years old,
they took me away from school

because I was crazy.

I never listened
to what the teachers said.

I used to sit on my desk
and stare out of the window at the sun.

I don't know why I did that.

But I'd suddenly feel cold,
even on the hottest day.

And I'd look at the sun.

I felt it could lift me up to its face.

So they...
they took me out of school.

- Did you ever see a doctor?
- Mm-hm.

I fell one day and broke my leg.

- I saw a doctor then.
- No, you know what I mean.

I saw one of those too.

He was such a serious man
with a long face and...

two gold teeth,
right in the middle of his mouth.

I remember...

he asked me
if I loved my mother and father.

How silly.
Of course I loved them.

I loved them, but...

they frightened me too.

They used to talk together in whispers.

All the time whispers.

That scared me so...
I made a humming noise in my head,

not to hear them.

And I got headaches.

And sometimes
the humming noise was so loud

that I tried to run away from it.

Once I even threw myself into the sea
to try and stop that noise.

That was just before Mother died.

After that there was no need
to make the humming noise but...

But I couldn't think clearly
anymore and...

and Father would always
be looking at me,

looking and looking and looking.

(Sobbing)

I've never told that to anyone before.

You see how much I need you?

Yes.

(Karen sings)

(Footsteps approach)

(Gendarme) Good afternoon.

We'd like to see your father.

He's in his study.

Tell him we're here.

The two gendarmes,
they are back!

If you have a moment, Monsieur.

What is it now?

It may be a matter of murder.

(Breathless)

Well, I'll go outside,

in case anyone's coming.

Oh, I don't know who that belongs to.

Some little kid, probably.

Yes, only a child would play
with things like that.

Where did you get that outfit?

(Projector whirring)

Where we used to live.

That's my sister, Genevieve.

And who could this be, hm?

Agnes...

you're so like your mother.

She's not in the least like her.

There's no resemblance, none at all.

- But I am like her.
- You could never be like her.

But I am. I am like her.

- Oh, Mama!
- Karen!

No...

Come on.

(Switches off projector)

We'll go upstairs. Come on.

There is no resemblance.

Do you see any?

Some.

None at all.

(Footsteps overhead)

(Knock at door)

Come in.

(Door opens and closes)

Did you put this on my bed?
"Wounded Gendarme Dying."

Yes.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

You can start running...

They'll chase you.

You can run across the world
but they'll find you.

Thanks.

Or you can stay on here.

The gendarme may recover.

After a while they'll stop looking.

It's not so bad here, is it?

I told Larbaud I was leaving tonight.

You can change your mind.

Why did he show that film?

Oh, don't ask me.

I never know what he's up to next.

What does he do here, anyway?

How does he earn a living?

He's got some money, not much.

He's always busy writing.

He was a famous judge, you know.

In Paris.

Then one day he resigned.

Nobody knows why.

Soon after, his wife died

and he came to live here.

(Squeaking)

Joseph?

You know something?

I'm going to make you
something special for lunch.

Hey, hey, hey!

What's that for?

That's what it's for.

Oh, my! It's turned cold
all of a sudden.

What's the matter with you?

Have you got something on your mind?

Or someone?

Who else is there in this place?

There's just me.

Only me.

Don't you forget it.

(Clatter)

Agnes?

Agnes...

Open that door.

(Joseph) Agnes!

(Rattles door)

No...

(Joseph) Agnes! Karen!

(Joseph) Agnes!

Agnes!

Open up! It's me, Agnes!

- Let me in!
- Agnes... Agnes!

- Come home.
- It's where I belong.

Tell them!

Tell them to take me in.

Come on. Come on home.

Come on, now.

Go back. Go away!

They'll see you.
I don't want them to see you.

I just want to help, Agnes, that's all.

I can't be helped.

I'm... I'm mad.

No, you're not mad.

You've been told you're mad,
but you're not.

I... I would have killed Karen.

I would have killed her!

All right, look at me.
Look at me.

Come on, let's go home.

No, let me go in.

- I can't stand it.
- Stop it, Agnes!

There's a guard coming.

Go away.

Go away. You'll be caught.

Go away!

(Footsteps running)

Are you coming?

You've still got a chance.

Where is she going?

She just decided to leave, I think.

But why? She said nothing to me.

Go in the house.
You can make some lunch.

I would like to talk to you, Joseph.

My book...

perhaps you would look at it
this evening,

tell me what you think.

Sit down, Joseph.

I hope it...

I hope it's not too technical for you.

It was written for the layman as well
as for the professional man of law.

What happened this morning?

- She had an argument with Karen.
- About what?

Well, I'm not sure.

But I think she found out
something about herself.

Oh? What?

That she's not as odd
as she's been told she is.

Is that an accusation of some sort?

All right, yes.

She's hardly your affair, Joseph.

(Clock chimes)

We can talk in the morning.

(Larbaud coughs)

(Knocks softly)

I'm sorry for what happened today.

You might have been caught.

Forgive me.

I came to ask you
if you'd forgive me.

Why?

Well, for not being
what you took me for.

Good night.

(Rustling)

(Rustling)

- Beer, please.
- Yes, sir.

(Ship's horn)

All right, come on,
we'll go ashore

and you can say goodbye to me.

I'm coming with you.

You know you can't do that.

- Why not?
- I have to go alone.

Besides, your father needs you.

I'll follow you until you find a place.
But I won't let anyone sleep with you...

How long do you think I'd stay free
if you came with me?

If the police weren't after you...

would you take me?

Monsieur...

- That's not the point.
- (PA)All visitors ashore.

Now, get out of here
and forget you ever saw me.

All visitors ashore, please.

If you don't go, I have to.

(Ship's horn)

What are you doing?

I'm looking at your book.

I was up early this morning.

I looked for Agnes.

And for you.
Where were you?

Walking.

I've read some of this.
It sounds fine.

- Does it?
- As far as I can tell.

As you say,
it's got a lot of technical...

Drivel, nonsense.

The law on that level is behind me.

One can search
for its shortcomings, but...

After all, it's a man-made instrument.
It's men who fall short and fail.

What do you think of her?

My wife.

- I think she's beautiful.
- Yes, but more than that.

Isn't it a generous face?

A warm and generous face.

Yes.

You shouldn't have stolen the money!

I would have given it to you.

Why did you put it back?

It was a kind of a test.

A test?

A test of your ability to steal?

Have I done you any harm?

Have I mistreated you?
Haven't I tried to show you compassion?

Let me try to tell you what happened.

What brought you here?

An accident.

Why did you want me to stay?

Leave me, Joseph.

Joseph?

I'll go first.

He may be up.

Go ahead.

(Gasps)

Hey, what ha...
What happened?

He... he knew we were together.

(Car engine)

My sister.

Go back to the black house.

Wait for me there.

(Car stopping)

Go back. Please.
I'll be all right.

Go on.

(Larbaud) I have no more money
to give you.

(Genevieve) Oh, we know that.

We thought Armand could find a position
in the town and we could save money.

And think how happy Mother would be,
may she rest in peace,

to know your elder daughter
was looking after you.

Agnes looks after me.

But how long will you have her
with you, though?

(Genevieve) We think
she should go into...

...into hospital.

Armand would be very happy
to put something towards her keep.

(Larbaud) Don't be afraid.

Oh, God, forgive me.

It doesn't hurt.

You are like your mother.

Do you remember her?
You were so young.

She loved me.

She used to hold me in her arms a lot.

I remember that.

Do you remember
how much I loved her?

I only remember voices between you.

Low voices.

I used to make a sound in my head
to shut them out.

You heard us.

That was my voice you heard,

begging her to love me.

- But why?
- No, no, listen to me.

You've got to understand.

You see, I thought
your mother loved someone else.

- But why are you telling me this now?
- I tried to kill him.

No accusations
were brought against me.

By my friend or by your mother.

Only by myself.

I resigned.

How could I continue
to judge others when...

We came here.

Your mother died
without ever loving me.

I couldn't bear it
when you reminded me of her.

I even denied that you looked... (Thud)

You were going away with him.

I love him.

Where is he?

The gendarme died today so you see
there is no question of your going away.

You're lying, the same way
as you lied about your feelings for me.

- What do you mean?
- I heard you and Genevieve.

- You want to put me away.
- I never agreed to that.

- I don't believe you. I'm going.
- You don't know what you're doing.

I won't allow it.

The gendarme is dead.

(Noises in the street exaggerated)

Agnes!

Agnes, wait!

I'll be all right, but you've got
to find a room, please.

When you feel afraid,

just say to yourself,
"I'm as good as anyone else."

I love you.

Say, "I'm better than anyone else."

(Exaggerated, distorted sounds)

What do you think I pay you for?
To stand there looking at girls?

Why can't you get on with your work?

- Now, come on, get on with it.
- All right.

I told you not to come there.

I had to see you.

That job was so hard to find.
Let's not lose it.

The light went out again
and I was afraid.

If we could find a decent place to live
things would be a lot better.

I'll look for a room tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I promise.

Take a look in my coat pocket.

Pay day. Looks pretty, huh?

No, you keep it.

You're the housekeeper, aren't you?

- It's for you?
- It's for my husband and me.

No children.
I don't take children.

No, there are no children.

And, of course,

- a week's rent in advance.
- Oh yes, of course.

No baths late at night, please.
I can't have other tenants disturbed.

And please don't keep the lights on
on the landing.

As you can see, I've only just had
this place newly done up

so please be very careful.

I warn you, if there's any damage,
you'll have to pay.

Oh yes, of course.

Look what you've done!
Well, you'll have to pay for that.

(Train's whistle)

Oh, thank you very much.
I didn't mean as much as this.

It's not...

Here, wait a minute.

Oh, no!

But to lose all of it?

All of it! God!

- Why did you take it all?
- And why did you give all of it to me?

I'm sorry.

Send me away.

Agnes...

You are lost with me.
Send me away.

It was my fault.
I should have realised.

I'm sorry.

- Thank you.
- Good night.

Good night.

Agnes.

Are you hungry?

I'll make you something to eat.

Agnes?

(Gendarme) But please, Mademoiselle,
you must remember something.

The name of the town you were in.

The address of the house
where you stayed.

I don't remember.

All I know is that I seemed
to wake up from a long dream

and I was home again.

You must realise
that's very hard to believe.

What did you live on,
you and your friend?

I don't remember any friend.

And as I said,

it's a most serious offence to withhold
information about such things.

I know how serious it is.

I remember nothing.
Please go.

Joseph, the police!

Run!

(Gulls cry)

Don't! Don't jump!
The tide is out.

I always knew you were real.

Always.

You had better go back
to the house, Father.

It's going to rain.