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(solemn music)

(moaning)

- [Man] Honey, touch me there.

Lightly, you know.

Honey, delicious.

(moaning)

Your hands are smooth as silk.

- [Woman] Oh, Otis,
please wait for me.

I'm not ready yet,
darling, please hold me.

Please.

No!

- What the hell did
you do that for?

- You bastard.

You don't have any idea, do you?

- No, dammit, I don't.

- You bastard.

I can't even remember
when you last touched me.

- Touched you? I just
made love to you.

Am I hallucinating?

- (weeping) Wrong, my friend.

You just masturbated
inside of me.

- Oh, the burdens of Hercules.

Come on, Estelle.

Look, I'm sorry you
didn't have an orgasm,

but it's not the
end of the world.

Look, we'll talk about it later.

(weeping)

All right, all right now,
settle down, come on.

It's not so bad.

I'll make it up to
you, honey, come on.

There's my girl.

Wipe eyes.

Blow nose.

Now, that's my girl.

That's my girl.

You better?
- Better.

- Good, now we're late already,

so you better get dressed
and get your face on.

- I don't believe it.

Just like that, huh?

A little pat on the head.

- Now what's wrong?

- I don't give a
damn how late we are.

- Look, Estelle.

Psychiatrists have a great
capacity for understanding

at the office.

Now get dressed.

The party will be over
by the time we get there.

- Will she be there?

- [Otis] Will who be there?

- I know you've
been seeing someone

and I want to know who it is.

- So that's what
this is all about.

- Who is she?

I'll find out even
if you won't tell me.

I know you're seeing someone.

Who is she?

- You behave like this,
who would blame me.

But you're being silly.

In all the years
we've been married,

I've never been unfaithful.

- You're a liar!

- You're irrational.

You sound like a patient,

and it is not attractive,
now get dressed.

(lively music)

(socializing)

- You simply cannot be serious.

This form is merely
expressionist,

of the feminine existential
realism of the Italians

- Howard, don't be ridiculous.

I find Fellini, the
ultimate in ultra realism,

'cause women are the
most divine symbols.

- Have a cracker.

- Oh, thank you.

- Oh, no, no, no,
I don't eat grain.

- I didn't see you
come in, how are you?

I haven't seen you
in, how long is it?

- Oh, it's been months,
we've been in Europe.

You and Don look marvelous.

What have you been doing?

- Oh, we've been terribly
busy with the entertaining and

decorating. (laughs)

Don's got this
fabulous new account

with the Prescott Foundation.

They're considering
him as chief architect

on their new project.

- Oh, how wonderful.

- I'm really terribly
proud of him.

That's Elliot
Prescott over there.

Getting quietly soused.

Don says he's an alcoholic.

But who cares, he is
the Prescott Foundation.

- Say, Fran, I hear
your step-sister's

come to live with you.

Karen, isn't it?

- Oh, yes, she's here.
- Oh, where?

- Well, I mean she's not
feeling very well and

she's upstairs resting.

- I'm dying to meet
her, what's she like?

Couldn't I stop by and
say hello sometime?

- Oh, I think
probably better not.

Excuse me, Don needs my help.

- Oh, may I sit down?

- Oh, this looks delicious.

Great party, Fran.
- Oh, thank you.

- How are you holding up?
- Oh, I'm fine.

Everybody seems to be
having a good time.

- Yes.

- Is Karen going to honor us
tonight and make an appearance?

- She's not feeling well.

Why don't you go and endear
yourself to Mr. Prescott?

Offer him a cup of coffee
or a bed to lie down on.

- Never mind him.

Where the hell are
Otis and Estelle?

- They'll be here, why?

- I want to talk
to Otis privately.

- Privately?

What's the big secret?

- It's nothing.

Why are you so upset?

- I'm not upset.

(doorbell ringing)
- I'll get it, must be them.

(doorbell ringing)

Well, hi, you two.

The party's half over.

What happened, an
attempted suicide?

- That supposed to
be a humorous remark?

- Oh, shut up, Otis,
he's not your wife.

- What did I say?

- Oh, nothing, it's
that time of the month.

Boy, do I need a drink.

Do I need a drink,
I mean a bottle.

Come on, old friend,
lead me to the libation.

- Hey, hey, slow down.

I said it's half over.

- I need this more than you
could possibly know, man.

- Well, look, before
you get drunk,

there's something I want
to talk to you about.

- You're accusing me too?

I tell you, I'm innocent.

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

- I...

- We need your advice.

You know that Karen's
come to live with us?

- Your step-sister-in-law?

There is such a thing.

- Otis, there's
something wrong with her.

- What do you mean wrong?

- She's been staying with
us for about three weeks

and I haven't heard her speak.

- Maybe she's a mute.

- Come on, be serious, will you?

- Sorry.

Yeah, go on.

- I don't know what to do.

If I can only figure
out who she is.

Frances, do you have any idea?

- I'm sure you're wrong.

Otis has too much sense
for that kind of thing.

- Oh, well, he's
a man, isn't he?

She's probably 19
and has huge tits.

- Estelle!

- Frances spends all
her time with Karen

and I'm getting tired of it.

She knows Karen is
unbalanced and needs help

but she won't admit it.

She says she's shy
because she's different.

- What do you think?

- I think she needs
a psychiatrist,

but Frances says no.

- That's a wise lady.

- She says it would
scandalize the Compton name.

- (laughs) Really?
You can't be serious.

That calls for another double.

- Maybe you can talk to her.

- Sure, I can talk with her.

It'd be my great pleasure
to talk with her.

You know, Don, that's
one mighty pretty lady.

You know, I see Estelle
all the time, I think,

look how pretty Frances is.

Don't I, Don?

- You're in great shape.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Try not to break anything
when you hit the floor.

- And you know,
she's my best friend.

We even went to school together.

(socializing)

- Otis, would you stop
it, I'm trying to think.

Listen.

My husband, your wife are
here, and Estelle knows.

- What about Estelle nose?

No, I'm not drunk, Fran, really.

Here, I'll show you.

- Would you stop
it? Are you crazy?

Look.

Either you leave me alone,

or you'll have to leave.

- But I love you, Fran.

You said you couldn't
get along without me.

I'll leave Estelle.

I mean--
- I'm going inside.

I think you should go home.

An affair is not
like a marriage.

It ends.

You wanna stay our friend.

Don't ruin this party.

I'm sorry.

I don't want to hurt you.

Good night, Otis.

- Fran.
- Hm?

- How long has this
affair been going on?

- You can't be serious.

Otis is one of my
oldest friends.

- Aha, you knew who
I was talking about.

That proves it.

- That proves nothing.

I think he just had
a little too much

to drink tonight, that's all.

I think the party went
very well, don't you?

- Elliott seemed
very taken with you

as to think you'll
get the contract.

- Fran, let's not
talk about business.

You know, I find
it very stimulating

that other men find
you so attractive.

Sometimes I forget just how
beautiful you really are.

- Thank you, kind sir.

- Fran, you are a
cock-stirring sight.

- Donald, don't be disgusting.

- Disgusting?

You find it disgusting that I
find you so damned attractive?

Come here, wench.

Let me make love to you.

- All right.

Let's get it over with.

- Is that a way to
talk to a husband

who wants to cherish your body?

- Donald, I know you.

You use sex when you're
trying to avoid something.

- That's not very complimentary
to either one of us.

You're right, there is
something I want to talk about.

- [Frances] Oh, really?

Not Otis again.

- Only indirectly.

It's Karen.

I'm running out of
excuses for her.

Our friends know she lives here.

Nobody is allowed to see her.

Fran, it's like having a monster
hidden away in the attic.

It's really embarrassing.

- Well, isn't that too damn bad?

- Look, let's not
fight about it.

All I'm saying is that
something has to be done.

The girl isn't well.

- Well, what do
you want me to do,

throw her out in the street?

Have the state support her?

I promised father when he died

that I would take care of her.

- Well, the best thing
you can do for her

is to get some
professional help.

Anyway, that's what Otis thinks.

It's not my field, but I
think it's beyond that.

- Oh, you think so, do you?

And Otis thinks
whatever he thinks.

Who in the hell asked him?

- The girl probably
needs to be hospitalized.

- I told you before,
I'm not having anyone

connected with the Compton
family in a mental institution.

- Frances, Otis is an analyst.

I think he's qualified.

Try and be reasonable.

- I am totally reasonable.

Karen is just tired.

She needs her rest.

She's going to the
beach house for a week.

I think the peace and
quiet will be good for her.

- There's always been
something wrong with her,

even before she
came to live here,

and she's getting
worse every day.

I think she needs a doctor.

I think it would be very
dangerous for her to be alone.

- That's very melodramatic, Don.

You don't want her here, you
don't want her at the beach.

Really, I don't know
what you want from me.

- This is what I want.

I want us to be happy
the way we used to be.

Karen's the problem,

and I'm not blaming her
because it's not her fault.

I just want my wife back.

- Has it really been
that hard on you?

- I've missed you.

I know you're always worrying
and thinking about her.

- Don, it has been a
long time, hasn't it?

- A very long time.

- Karen isn't here now, is she?

- No.
- Maybe gone somewhere?

- No.

Oh, Frances.

It's been so long,
she forgot how.

- Just because I'm not a
sex maniac like you, Don.

That feels good.

Oh, you're right, we
should do this more often.

- Any time, madam,

as you could see and feel,

I'm always at your disposal.

- Darling, let's have a baby.

- A baby?

I thought you hated
the little brats.

- I still do.

But ours should be different.

- Listen to the
little mother talk.

Well, I'm ready to oblige.

It's been so long.

I'm starved for affection.

- [Frances] I don't
know why I love you.

- Because I talk dirty.

(orchestral music)

(solemn piano melody)

(orchestral music)

(screeching)

- [Mysterious
Voices] Come to us.

Come to us.

(eerie voices sounding)

Here, come to me.

(orchestral music)

(frantic orchestral music)

(solemn orchestral music)

- Dr. Vorel, please,
Mrs. Compton.

Hello, Otis, Frances.

- Hi.

- If you've got a patient,
you can call me back.

I just called to thank
you for the flowers.

A bit old-fashioned, don't
you think, but very nice.

Listen, can you and
Estelle come over

for cocktails this afternoon,

if you promise not
to drink too much?

Don and I have something we
want to discuss with you.

- I'm sorry about
the party last night.

Do you forgive me?

- Otis, please, that's
over and done with.

Can't we be friends?

If you really love me,

you won't make this any more
difficult than it already is.

Please, Otis, Don
and I need your help.

It's about Karen.

(eerie music)

(eerie voices sounding)

I love Don.

He's my husband and I love him.

Please try to understand.

- All right, Frances,
I'll let it be.

- [Frances] Then we'll
see you about five.

I'm counting on you.

(eerie voices sounding)

(eerie music)

(eerie voices sounding)

(tense music)

(screams)

- Hey, sorry, miss.

I really scared you, I'm sorry.

All I'm doing is
fixing the lines

down from last night's storm.

I had to check if your
electricity was back on.

You know, your front
door is wide open.

- It was?
- Yeah.

So I just came on in.

You don't have to
be afraid, miss.

Why don't you just
put on some clothes

and we can have a little
talk, I've got some time.

I get paid by the hour.

Must get mighty
lonesome up here.

Are you sure you're
all right, lady?

You got any food?

I'll bet you don't.

If you like, I'll send
over the mainland,

have them send
some over for you.

I know it's none of my business,

but I'm a little bit
worried about you

out here all by yourself.

My name's Larry.

How are you gonna
live without food?

Unless you don't live here.

Maybe you just got tired
walking down the beach

and you're crashing here.

OK.

And it's none of
my business either.

But you don't have to be afraid.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Hey, look at you.

You're shivering.

You must be ice cold.

You want to put my hat on?

You know, you're 10%
warmer with a hat on.

(eerie voices sounding)

I know because I work
emergency year-round.

Winter storms, summer
storms, sleet storms.

Hey, hey.

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna take that
wood over there

and I am gonna build
you a beautiful fire.

You like that?
- Yes, that'd be nice.

- Well, well, the little
lady speaks to me.

Why don't you just
come and sit down

where it's gonna be warm.

We can talk a little bit
more, I won't bite you.

Tell me your name, come on.

Will you need that knife
to protect yourself?

OK.

Just don't cut yourself.

You want to help?

You want to cut some
wood with that big knife?

Like to do that?

- Karen.

- What, what's that? Karen?

- My name is Karen.

- Well, see, we're
really getting someplace.

Karen.

It's a very pretty name.

You know, if somebody
came in here right now,

they would get completely
the wrong idea.

Little Karen with nothing
on but a bathrobe,

and a big, strong man.

I could be a
murderer or a rapist

or your secret lover, anything.

(laughs)

But I'm not.

You know, I got this crazy
idea that I'm not a man

alone in a deserted
house on an empty island

with a beautiful woman.

I'm just your big brother

and I'll protect you,
my poor little sister.

This is a really weird one,

nothing to fear
from Larry the lech.

Wait til the guys hear this.

Well, you're gonna be warm.

There.

Now, in about two minutes,

you'll be as warm as a cat.

Well, it's cozy, isn't it?

A little weird, but it's cozy.

You know, when I was a kid,

my family used to take me
to this little beach house.

It was a beach
shack, not a house,

and I would stay there.

All summer, my mother
just tries to look

for big houses like this one,

and I swore that someday
I'd have one too.

Well, I don't have it yet.

Well, I don't know if
this house is yours,

but I might as well
pretend it's mine.

(eerie voices sounding)

- [Mysterious
Voices] Come to me.

Come to me.

- Hey, Karen, what is this?

I'm your big brother, remember?

I've never taken advantage
of a lady in distress

and I'm not gonna start now.

- What's wrong, Larry?

Don't I appeal to you?

Certainly, a big stud like you

couldn't be afraid of
a little girl like me.

- I don't know
what's going on here,

but I know I don't like it.

First you're hot
and then you're cold

and then you're 10 years
old and now you're a whore.

Well, I think you're nuts.

- What if I am?

I'm still a woman.

- How's that, Karen? Good?

Yeah, is that what you like?

- Yeah, that's how
you do it Larry.

- You like that? Do you?

Yeah, good, I like it too.

I don't feel much like
your big brother anymore.

- Oh, really hard, Larry.

- Yeah, I like to see that body.

Good, good.

Give you some more.

Yeah.

All for you, Karen.

Pretty little Karen.

(panting)
(eerie music)

(whimpering)

- That's it, Larry, that's how.

That's how you give it to me.

- Try one of these,
it's a new recipe,

crab meat and sour cream.

- That sounds disgusting.

- No one's forcing them
down your throat, dear.

- I'll choose to ignore her.

Hey, let me tell you
two what's happened.

My alma matter has asked me to

deliver a series of
lectures next semester

on the subject of breasts.

- Oh, come on.

When did you start
teaching sex education?

- Well, if you let me
finish, I'll explain.

It's been my
specialty for years.

- And he's not kidding either.

- The earth mother, breast
fed issues and so on.

You know, and how the
matriarch affects the

primitive specialized societies.

- That's quite a mouthful.

Still sounds perverted to me.

- The narrow-minded men
in this civilization.

Well, look at your own country.

Fashion's changed, the
stock market falls,

men commit suicide, why?

Breasts.
(groans)

That's why.

- Sounds like the usual
mumbo jumbo to me.

Are we going to talk
about Karen or aren't we?

- Hey, Karen, you're good?

- Yeah.
- Good.

Now it's my turn, lie down.

Yeah, lie down.

That's the way we do it, Karen.

You got yours, now I get mine.

(whimpering)

- I don't want to.

(crying)

No.

(tense music)

(frantic music)

- Well, off that, from
all I know about the case,

I'd say there's probably nothing
seriously wrong with her.

Sounds a little removed.

But personally, I find that
refreshingly unpretentious.

- The Dr. Vorel
method of double talk.

- But if you insist,
I could recommend

a really top man in the field.

- Could you call
him for us tomorrow?

- Now, wait a minute, I
haven't agreed to this yet.

- Well, what are
you waiting for?

It can't hurt Karen
and it might help her.

And as for the good
of the Compton name,

it'll be kept so quiet that the

doctor himself won't
even know who she is.

- Well, I guess
I have no choice.

What do you think, Otis?

You think it's a good idea?

- Well, that's hard to say
without further observation.

She probably needs
a little rest,

you know, calm her nerves.

- God help the mentally ill.

I need another drink.

(knocking)

(tense music)

- Hello!

(knocking)

Hello!

Anybody there?

Is somebody home?

It's only me, Mrs. Grudkow.

I live up the beach.

(knocking)

Is anybody home?

Hello?

Hello?

(knocking)

I know somebody's in there.

(knocking) Who's in here?

- That's good.

(knocking)

- Leaving every
light on in the house

in the middle of the day.

Some people have
no consideration.

Selfish.

Everybody today is so selfish.

Haven't you ever heard
about the energy crisis?

I'm going to have to have
a word with these people.

♪ Roll out the barrel

♪ We'll have a barrel of fun

♪ Roll out the barrel

♪ We've got the blues on the run

♪ Zing boom tararrel

♪ Sing out a song of good cheer

♪ Now's the time
to roll the barrel

♪ 'Cause the gang's all here

(applause)

- Very good, very good.

- I was in the chorus in
college, you know, second alto.

- I never would have guessed

if you hadn't told me 100 times.

- Thanks for the compliment.

- Any time.

- My own husband.

- Now, now, children,
no fighting.

Frances, are you
gonna serve us dinner

or are we gonna simply sit
here and starve to death?

- Have you no spiritual souls?

Are physical pleasures
all you think about.

- [All] Yes.

- All right, I'll feed you.

- Well, it's about time.

(moaning)

- Yeah.

I remember.

Oh, I was watching you.

Do you remember?

You watching me.

Yeah, you were touching me too.

Oh, yeah, I like the
way you touch me.

Yes, so valiant.

Oh, yes.

Oh, that feels so good.

Oh, yes, yeah, oh, yeah.

And you see me, don't you?

I know you want me.

You're so good, oh, yeah.

(moaning)

That's why I like you,
that's why you like me.

So nice, so warm.

So good.

Hold me.

Yeah.

Oh, yes.

Oh, you're holding me too tight.

(laughs)

(moaning)

(calm orchestral music)

(knocking)

- Oh, hello there, dear.

MY name is Mrs. Grudkow
and I live down the beach.

Well, I notice that all
of your lights were on

and I thought I should stop
by and kind of investigate.

I mean, you never know.

There could be
robbers, murderers.

This house has been
empty all summer.

I know this, you know.

I check every house
in the neighborhood.

So I was wondering, I
mean, who could be here?

But now I see it's
just you, dear.

Are you all right?

I mean, are you all by yourself.

You know, everyone else is gone.

Why, all the houses are
closed for the season.

Oh, but you're a
very brave girl.

You know, my late husband
used to always say,

God rest that man's soul,

that a woman alone is like
a foot without a shoe.

Oh, you know, I've never
been in this house before.

I'll bet it's as
beautiful upstairs

as it is right out on the porch.

Oh, yes, isn't it
beautiful up here?

You know, it's just like
I thought it would be

with all the natural wood

and the beams coming
down from the ceilings.

You know, when I first saw

all those lights
on in this place,

I thought, now what
kind of a place

could it possibly be?

Lights aren't necessary.

Here they have all
this natural light

coming in from nature.

But now I know it's just you.

Oh, but, really,

you know, you have to do
more to conserve energy.

We all have to do our bit.

You don't mind if I rest
for a while, do you?

You know, I've been walking up

and down this beach all morning,

and it really gets to
your feet after a while.

Oh, sand all over your table.

You're not very neat,
are you, sweetheart?

Not nice at all.

And all by yourself taking
care of this big place.

Geez.

Oh, that's nice.

Hey, don't you have any friends

or somebody who might be
able to stay with you?

- No.

- Not too talkative,
are you, dear?

- No.

- Well.

♪ Singing in the rain,
I'm singing in the rain

♪ I have this feeling

Oh, no food.

Say, you must be one
of the Compton's, huh?

They own this place, you know?

Well, of course, you would
know that, wouldn't you?

I mean, pardon me saying so,

but you really don't
look much like a Compton.

I mean, you're quite different

than what I would have expected.

- Yes, I know.

Frances Compton Harris
is my step-sister.

- Oh, well, I guess
that explains it.

Oh, my, my.

You know, you really ought
to clean this place up.

A beautiful house like this.

Oh, why, I could give you
the name of a cleaning lady,

she's right on the mainland.

You know, she's good and
she's not too expensive.

Oh, but what do you
care about money, right?

Hey, my name is
Fannie, Fannie Grudkow,

but you can call me Fannie.

What's your name?

Dear, I asked your name.

What's the matter, are you ill?

(tense music)

Well, you know, I really
have to be going now.

You know, my cats,

they're going to be
expecting their dinner soon,

and I can't let them get--

- Are you afraid?

- Wait for me too long.

- Is there anything else you'd
like to know, Mrs. Grudkow.

Would you like to know
how my cunt feels?

It's on fire, Fannie.

It wants to get rubbed,
I want to get fucked.

Do you want to be
like that, Fannie?

- You're crazy, you
let me out of here.

- No way.

(tense music)

(screams)

I don't see what your hurry is.

(laughs)

I thought you wanted to
see the rest of the house.

Fannie.

I'll direct you.

I'll do it, I'd like
to show it to you.

(screams)

(laughs)

Wanted to see the
house! (laughs)

- Hey, did I do something right?

- No, I did.

Prescott has decided to
move the complex to London,

so we signed the
contracts today.

They've asked me to go
over almost immediately

so I could start the
preliminary plans.

So we'll be leaving as soon

as we can close
out the apartment.

Just think of it.

Hyde Park, the pubs,
the queen of England.

You know, Frances,

I think I've always
wanted to live abroad.

Hey, love, what's the matter.

You seem to have
lost your enthusiasm.

- What about Karen.

- Well, what about her?

Did you make an
appointment for her yet?

- No.

- Well, now's the perfect
time to make that decision

once and for all.

Either commit her
to an institution

or let her take care of herself.

She's old enough.

- How can you be so cruel?

You know I'll never
leave here without Karen.

- Frances, please be reasonable.

We can't take Karen with us.

Now, if you don't go with me,

I'm gonna have to
turn down the job.

- You know I can't
let you do that.

All right, I'll call her,
I'll make an appointment.

But I'm not leaving
here without knowing

that she's being taken care of.

- [Don] That's my
reasonable girl.

I only hope it isn't too late.

- Why would it be too late?

(phone dialing)

(ringing)

That's strange, where would
she be at this time of night.

(eerie voices sounding)

(eerie music)

(ringing)

(solemn piano melody)

(eerie voices sounding)

(ringing)

I'm really worried, Estelle.

She hasn't answered
the phone in two days.

- Oh, there's nothing
to worry about,

at least that's what Otis says,

I'm sure she's all right.

- I suppose so.

It's amazing.

The amount of stuff you collect
in 10 years of marriage.

- I know.

- I think I'm gonna end up
throwing most of this away.

Don will never pay for
storage on all this junk.

- Never.

(lively music)

(moaning)

(moaning)

(crying)

- Come on, Tom, let's eat.

You promised me a picnic
on the beach, remember?

Come on, let's go.

- I'm tired, can't
you let a guy rest?

- Look, I'm hungry,

I haven't had anything
to eat since breakfast.

- Is this what it's going to
be like when we get married?

- It will be worse than this.

You asked me, remember?

Come on, let's go.

- OK, let's go.

Gee, it's cold.

It's clouding up too.

Don't you think we
should head back?

- You wanted a picnic,
we're gonna have a picnic.

There's a beach ahead.

(ringing)

(tense music)

- Oh, come on, Tom,
we just did that,

and besides, I'm cold.

Are you crazy?

In the middle of a public beach?

Do you want us to get arrested?

(eerie voices sounding)

Can we go back, please?

- How about that
house over there?

- It looks like all
the lights are on.

- No, no, that's just
an optical illusion.

(eerie voices sounding)

I'm sure it's deserted.

They won't mind, come on.

- OK.

(tense music)

(frantic orchestral music)

(knocking)

- Hello.

Hello, anybody here?

- Sounds pretty quiet in here.

- It does.

Yeah, I guess maybe there
really isn't anybody here.

- Oh, closed for the season.

- That's good.

It's pretty nice.

A nice bed.

It's kind of a nice
place, don't you think so?

- Yeah, very nice, very nice.

- When we get married, we'll
have a bedroom just like this

to make love, and we'll
make babies every year.

- Wait a minute, one fat minute.

- OK, every other year.

- Oh, Tom, this is so exciting.

I've never made love in
a deserted house before.

- It is rather kinky, isn't it?

- Oh, yes.

I want some kinky fun with you.

Such an exciting man.

(tense music)

Oh, Tom.

I'm so glad that you
want to marry me.

I'm surprised you even asked.

(tense music)

(moaning)

- I want you.

(frantic music)

(screams)

(ringing)

- Hello.

Yes, it is.

Oh, yes, I remember him.

He was here a few days ago

fixing some lines or
something, and then he left.

Certainly.

I hope that everything is all
right and that you find him.

Goodbye.

(ringing)

- Still not home, huh?

- First it's busy,
now there's no answer.

I'm sure Karen's in
some kind of trouble.

Don, I'm gonna have
to go out there.

- I told you not to send
her out there alone.

- I'm leaving right now.

- Look, honey, even if
there is something wrong,

what good could you do?

Estelle, do you think
I can impose upon Otis

to bring Karen back to the city.

- Oh, I'm sure he
wouldn't mind at all, Don.

- I wouldn't normally ask, but

you can see how
upset Frances is.

- I'll call him right away,

but I can't guarantee
I'll find him there.

Dr. Vorel, please.

His wife.

- Hello, Karen.

It's me, Otis, do you remember?

You don't want to talk
to me, do you, Karen?

I'll bet you don't want
to talk to anybody.

You don't like
intruders, do you, Karen?

You don't have to
be afraid of me.

You can trust me.

I'm not going to hurt you,

I'm not going to take
anything away from you.

Maybe we could talk a
little, make you feel better.

Would you like that, Karen?

Why don't we go up
to the house and

you can lie down and
talk to me like that.

I know you must be very tired.

Very tired.

Come.

Let me take you by
the hand, come on.

Come with me,
that's a good girl.

Come on.

(orchestral music)

Come on, come on.

It's all right, it's OK.

Come on, Karen.

Stop, Karen, come on.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Why don't you just
lie right down?

That's a good girl.

- Help me, Otis, I need you.

I need someone.

- Yes, I know, I
know you do, dear.

- I'm not crazy, really.

I'm not.

I loved a man

and he left me.

And I was depressed,

and tired, so, so, so tired.

We were...

I need to feel a man's
arms around me.

I need to feel like a woman.

That's what's wrong with me.

Hold me, Otis.

(calm music)

- I told your family there
was nothing to worry about.

You know, Karen dear, I know
what it's like to be lonely,

to feel all alone.

- Yes.

That's it, Otis.

I've been alone,

terribly alone.

Tell me.

Do you find me attractive?

I mean, would you think
of me not as a patient?

- Of course I find
you attractive.

I think you're beautiful.

Young and beautiful.

You really doubt
that you're a woman?

Here,

let me prove how
attractive I find you.

- Let's make this a
vacation, a holiday,

just the two of us.

No one would know.

I find you terribly
exciting and attractive.

- Do you really, Karen?

You know, I could
never be doing this

if you were my patient.

I could never think of myself
as a psychiatrist again.

But this is different.

I mean, you're not mentally ill.

To me, you're just Karen.

Lovely, desirable woman

You know, I think it'd be
better for everybody concerned

if we just kept this
between ourselves.

- Of course.

It's a secret for
just the two of us.

(moaning)

That's right, Otis,
that's the way.

- You know, I can't understand
why Frances was so upset.

I don't see where on
earth she got the idea...

She got the idea that you were
in such desperate trouble.

You know, sometimes
our relatives create

problems where they don't exist

because of their
own inadequacies.

You seem perfectly normal to me,

in fact, better than normal.

Well, I can't sit
around here all day.

I better get back to Frances and

report that her sister
is perfectly sane.

You know, I never had a
better day in my life.

I got to take a shower, why
don't you fix us some coffee?

Karen, please, please,
I have to leave,

and I'm sorry,
Estelle's waiting dinner

and I have a mountain
of paperwork.

I'm very flattered,

but you'll be all right.

Now, if you don't want to stay,

pack your bag and
come back with me,

I'm sure Frances
would love to see you.

- Please don't go.

Stay with me here.

Don't leave me alone.
- Karen.

Karen, it's impossible, please.

Please, Karen
- Please, look.

- Karen, it's not
the end of the world,

I'll see you in the city.

Yes, now look, be a good
girl and make some coffee.

Come on.
- No, no, you stay here.

Please.
- Karen, Karen.

- Please, please, I can't go.

I can't stay.
- Karen, please.

- Please, please hold.

- [Otis] Karen.

- Please stay with me here.

(tense music)

- Karen, Karen.

Bring me a towel, I've
got soap in my eyes.

Karen, Karen.

Karen, I got soap in my eyes,
would you hand me a towel?

Karen.

Oh, that was fast.

Here, give it here.

(grunting)
(tense music)

(tense music)

- Karen?

Karen?

Karen, where are you?

Karen?

Karen, it's me, Frances.

Karen, where are you?

Karen?

Karen, dear.

I thought I'd come out and see
how you were getting along.

Getting a lot of sun?

Karen, can you tell
me where Otis is?

Otis was here, wasn't he?

Did he leave, Karen dear?

What happened when Otis left?

Karen, I'm gonna take
you back with me.

I'll pack your things.

Karen, where are your
clothes, there's nothing here.

Nevermind, we'll just go.

Come along.

- No!

I won't leave my friends.

You can't make me go!

I won't leave them, no, no!

No!

- Who are you talking about?

What friends?

Karen!

(frantic music)

Karen, wait.

Karen, what are you
doing under there?

- You can't take
them away from me.

They're my friends,
they belong to me!

- Oh my god.

(screams)

(screams)

Operator.

Get me the police.

Police.

Yes, an accident.

(crying)

Get me the police.

(orchestral music)

(crying)

(tense orchestral music)

(crying)