All language subtitles for The Hereafter English

I love you.

(BANGING ON WALL)

Bloody hell!

Let the old bastard wait.

He'll be dead soon,

and then we'll be away
from here for good.

Will we?

Where have you been?

I'm here now.
What do you want?

I'm tired.

(MAGAZINE CRUMPLING)

(GROANING)

Ooh, you smell nice.

Is she still here, then?

Eh?

Does she love you, Neville?

Get me a drink.

Does... Does she
still love you, Neville?

Shut up.

I'm... I'm only trying to help.

I wouldn't want
my only son to get hurt.

Do you think a girl like that
would want you

if it wasn't for the money?

How would you know?

Go on, drink yourself to death.
Do the world a favour.

Huh!

Cheers.

Vicky?

Why are you leaving?

There's no point staying.

He ruins everything, Neville.

I'll phone you tomorrow.

Oh, Vicky, look at me.

You're beautiful.

Good night.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

(BIRDS SINGING)

Good work, Patrick.

Well done.

Thanks.

Come on, Neville.
Don't just stand there.

I hope you're maintaining
this old place, Neville.

Patrick's looking after
these grounds well.

I had my doubts about him.
I thought he was too young.

But he's not lazy like you.
He gets on with his work.

You don't run an estate this size
by reading books.

You phoned her again today,
didn't you?

(CHUCKLING)
You thought I didn't know.

(MIMICKING)
"I love you, my darling.

"I can't wait until tonight."

Oh, I know what's going on.

What are you doing?

I didn't tell you to go back.

Have I upset you, Neville?

I know you're only
waiting for me to die,

so you can sell this place.

Move away with that hairdresser slut.

She's not a slut.

I'm leaving.
You can stuff your money.

Ever since Mum died,
I've done everything for you,

and I've had nothing.

Well, you can rot here,
for all I care.

(CHUCKLING)
You'll never leave.

Just wait and see
how you get on without me.

(CHUCKLING)

You're pathetic.

Mr bloody Alfred Harmer,
Lord of the Manor.

Well, you can knock on the wall
as much as you like,

but I'm not staying
to wipe your arse anymore.

And you think she'll still want you?

(CHUCKLING)

I'm getting out of here
before I end up as crazy as you.

You'll never leave here.

You come with the house!

We're fixtures and fittings!

You just can't walk away, Neville!

Come back here!

Neville!

- Help him, Neville!
- Put the brake on.

Help me, Neville!

- (BRAKE LEVER RATTLING)
- Neville, help me!

Put the bloody brake on!

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

NEVILLE: They got him out of the lake,
but he was dead.

I don't understand
why the brakes didn't hold.

Don't blame yourself.
The others saw what happened.

Just think.

When I see you tonight,
we'll have the house to ourselves.

Do you know,

today was the very first time
in thirty years

he'd left this place.

Really?

It's true.

The only thing that could
get him out of here was a hearse.

(LAUGHING)

I wish I could feel something for him.

Aren't you supposed to cry
when someone dies?

It was such a tragic accident.

Oh, I know.

I'll always remember him
with affection.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

You'd always remember his money.

(MIMICKING BOGART)
"You got it, blue eyes."

How much money, Neville?

Too much.

More than we'll ever need.

But how do you know
you'll get it all?

There isn't anyone else.

He had some distant relatives.

Sisters-in-law, second cousins.

But if I don't get it all,

I'll get most of it.

How much will you get
from the sale of this estate?

Well, the house isn't worth much,

but since Father
allowed the motorway

to be built through the estate,

the value's soared.
It's prime building land.

With that and the sawmill,

we should fetch well over a million,

maybe even two million.

Aren't I lucky to know you?

To marry me?

When?

As soon as we can.

The will's being read on Thursday.

Then, we'll be free.

LAWYER:
Now onto the residue of the estate.

I'll read it in Mr Harmer's own words.

"All properties and land,
including the sawmill,

"I leave to my only son, Neville,

"together with all other
investments and savings.

"As the estate has been
in the Harmer family

"for nearly two hundred years,

"I have to impose
the following proviso:

"on no account can Neville
sell or lease the estate.

"He must run and
maintain it himself

"and live there for at least
eleven months of each year.

"If this is not acceptable to him,

"then the estate will be divided equally
between all my remaining relatives."

And that concludes the will.

The bastard.

Excuse me?

Nothing.

Well, Mr Harmer,
I'm sure if you think about this,

your father's terms are very generous.

The sawmill yields a healthy income.

You should be able to lead
a comfortable life on the estate.

Exactly.

Well, if ever there's anything
I can do to help,

you know where to come.

Excuse me.
I have to get out of here.

(CHATTERING)

I told you, no more for me.

Have it.

I'm a very wealthy man now.

Got a million,
but I can't spend it.

It's not all bad.

We can have a lovely honeymoon.
Get away for a while.

Then, when we come back,
we'll have a good income.

I don't want to go back there.

It's not Alcatraz.

We'll make it a proper home.

I've locked the office,
so I'm off to lunch now.

Okay, Dorothy. Thank you.

(SIGHING)

VICKY: I feel useless.
Dorothy does everything.

I feel like a weekend guest.
I can't wait to go back to work.

NEVILLE:
Why? Don't you like Dorothy?

VICKY: She's a relic
your father left behind.

Do you need to keep her on?

I have to.

I haven't the heart
to replace her.

Could you?

She has no-one.
Her parents are dead.

Even the cottage she lives in
comes with the job.

Where could she go?

VICKY:
Oh, I don't know.

I don't like him, either.

NEVILLE:
Patrick?

VICKY: Yes. I don't like the way
he looks at me.

NEVILLE:
He's a very good worker.

But, if you like, I could send him
to work at the sawmill

and get a replacement.

Oh, I'm sorry, Neville.
I'm not being very reasonable, am I?

When I'm back at work,
things won't be so claustrophobic.

Why don't we have a party?

When?

How about next month?
I think it's someone's birthday then.

Is it? I wonder whose.

I'll start planning it.

Who's there?

Come on.
I know you're up there.

- It's only me, Dorothy.
- You shouldn't be here.

Why not?

Mr Neville doesn't like
anyone coming here.

Doesn't he?
Why, exactly?

You'll have to ask him that yourself.

Dorothy, why is this room locked?

It's been locked for years now,
ever since Neville was a little boy.

If he was naughty, his father
would have him locked in the room.

Do you have the key?

I want to see inside.

Mr Neville has the key.
I wouldn't go in there if I were you.

- Why? Is it haunted?
- Yes.

(ANIMAL TRAP RATTLING)

And what are you doing?

It's nothing to do with you.

It's my job to stop poaching.

All the men at the mill
poach on the estate.

It's a perk.

Not while I work here.

Old Sam always let us.
Why should a shit like you stop us?

- I'll tell the boss.
- If you do, you'll be sorry.

You could lose your job for this.

If you breathe a word,
you're finished.

- Get your hands off me.
- Frightened, are we?

I'm warning you,
don't ever do that again.

Oh, I won't. I can do this...

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

(THUDDING)

(GRUNTING)

(COUGHING)

(HOARSELY)
I'll get you later.

Fuck off.

(CLANKING)

I'll warn them at the mill.

Bill's a pretty hard case.

Where did you learn
to defend yourself?

I keep in shape.
I go to a karate club in town.

Someday, I wanna
run my own school.

It's good to have ambition.
Something to dream of.

Yeah.

Why don't you take
the rest of the day off?

Thanks.

VICKY:
Neville.

What are you doing up there?

Come up.

How did you get in there?

I found the key in your office.

Come down, Vicky.

No, you've got to look
at what I've found.

Come down!

Why do you keep this room locked?
What are you scared of?

You mustn't come here again.

It doesn't frighten me.

Look...

It's only a load of old junk in here.

I was thinking, why don't we
make it a fancy dress party?

Do what you want, but come away.

Will you please tell me
what you're frightened of?

What happened in here?

Someone killed themself in this room.

Who?

Come with me
and I'll tell you later.

(ROCKING HORSE RATTLING)

You can see the lake from there.

Yes. It's the only view of the lake
from anywhere on the estate.

Now, come along!

(RATTLING)

Tell me, then. You promised.

(SIGHING)

There was a young man living here,
about a hundred years ago.

My... great-great-uncle.

His father was very strict.
He wanted the best for his son.

When he found he was
seeing a girl from the village,

a girl with a bad reputation,

he stopped them meeting.

However, they would
still meet secretly.

Eventually, the father kept his son
a virtual prisoner on the estate,

forbidding him to go into town.

But the girl would row
across the lake at night.

He could see her
from the window in that room.

Night after night they met
and she would return at dawn.

They thought their love was so great
nothing would stop them meeting.

One morning,
the father saw the girl leaving.

He got his men
to surround the lake that night.

They chased the girl
through the grounds

and locked the son in his room.

He cried for help,
but no-one came to let him out.

A farmhand caught the girl.

He chained her up.

Then the father's men
took it in turns to rape her.

Then they threw the helpless girl
into the lake.

The son screamed for help,

for someone
to save the girl from drowning.

But nobody helped.

Horrified, he threw himself
from the window.

Ever since then, the villagers
have stayed away from here,

saying the lovers haunt the estate

and anyone who lives here
will never find happiness.

That's why I didn't tell you
the story before.

That's just what it is.

A story.

Do you really think I'm frightened
by that superstitious fairy tale

any more than I would
think your father

is going to float around,
haunting us?

But there is something.

When I was very young,
I was locked in that room

and I saw and heard things
which I couldn't explain.

Children imagine all sorts of things
which aren't real.

This party's a good idea.

It'll be good to hear music
and laughter in this place.

There are no ghosts here.

Only us.

(BIRDS SINGING)

Well... you look incredible.

Thank you, darling.

Don't wear your glasses!
They spoil the illusion.

Come on, don't bump
into the furniture.

(UPBEAT FUNK MUSIC)

(CHATTERING)

(TOY GUN CLICKING)

I'm not very good
at making speeches,

so I'll be very brief.

Thank you all for
coming here tonight.

And I'm sure you'll join with me

when I wish Vicky
a very, very happy birthday.

ALL:
Happy birthday!

(CHEERING AND LAUGHING)

Happy birthday.

What is it?

Open it. You'll find out.

I hope you like it.

Like it?!

- Are they diamonds?
- Of course.

It was my mother's.

Thank you.

(CHATTERING)

I must speak to Vicky.
This place is unbelievable.

Didn't you feel the atmosphere
when we arrived?

No.

We're running short of red wine.
Is there any more in the cellar?

I'll look.

(SWITCH CLICKING)

(BOTTLE CLINKING)

- (KNOCKING ON WALL)
- (GASPING)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

(GASPING)

(GASPING)

- (SCREAMING)
- (BOTTLES SMASHING)

(PARTY MUSIC PLAYING)

Shall I get rid of this?

Of course.

That's why I asked you down here.

(GLASS SHARDS CLATTERING)

Thank you, Patrick.

- (PARTY MUSIC PLAYING)
- (CHATTERING)

Here he is.

Neville, I'd like you
to meet one of my more...

unusual customers.

- This is Sylvia.
- Hello.

- How do you do?
- And this is Sally.

You know, the one that never
does any work at the salon.

Don't you believe it!
I run the place.

Yes, it's nice to meet you.

Neville, Sylvia's had
a wonderful idea.

Oh, you tell him.

I'd simply adore
to have a séance here.

I dabble in that sort of thing.

Ernest, my late husband,
he communicates with me.

(LAUGHING) I know a lot of
people think I'm barmy.

But I have the gift.

- Well, I don't know. I, um...
- Oh, come on. It'll be fun.

And it might prove
whether this mumbo jumbo

about the old manor is true.

I'm sure you'll find it
a fascinating experience.

Yes, well, I...

Well...

I'll leave it up to you.

It was nice to meet you both.

- Are we that frightening?
- He's very shy.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

(SIGHING)

Thank you for the present,
for the super party.

Did you enjoy it?

Yes.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You had a lot to drink.
You don't feel sick?

No.

Have I upset you?

No.

Then what's wrong?

When I went to get
the wine you wanted,

I saw someone in the cellar.

Who?

I couldn't tell. It was dark.

Well, you know
what happens at parties.

Maybe Sylvia was having
her evil way with some young man.

It wasn't anyone from the party.

Who was it, then?

I saw my father's wheelchair,

and he was in it.

Neville, please.

I'm telling you what I saw.

You had a lot to drink.
You weren't wearing your glasses.

Yes, okay, I imagined it.

I didn't say that.

Don't spoil a lovely evening.

Please.

Sylvia, do you still fancy
having that séance?

I can't wait. When?

I was thinking of next Friday.
Is that okay with you?

Yes, that's fine.

- Do you want me to prepare anything?
- Oh, not really.

I just need a table
and some chairs.

Then, I create the atmosphere.

How did you persuade Neville?
He didn't seem very keen on the idea.

I talked him into it.

But it won't work
if he doesn't take it seriously.

He takes it too seriously,
so don't worry about that.

- Where is she?
- She wants to soak up the atmosphere.

- Well, I wish she'd hurry up.
- I told you, she's a nutcase.

Just let her have this séance.

Then you'll see what a
load of rubbish all this is.

It's fantastic.

And this is the heart of the house.
This is where we'll hold the séance.

Shall we start?

(INHALING SHARPLY)

"Yes, I will.

"Yes, I see."

(CLEARING THROAT)

"Wait.

"Neville...

"Someone wants to speak to you.

"Warn you."

- Who?
- "What? I can't hear you."

(EXHALING)

(WHEELCHAIR RATTLING)

(GROANING)

"Oh... Neville."

(MOANING)

"Oh... Oh.

"Though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,

"I will fear no evil,

"for thou art with me."

(GASPING)

Neville, what is it?

There!

There's nothing out there.

He was there.

(CURTAIN BEADS RATTLING)

I've given him a brandy.
He's settled down now.

I'm sorry, Sylvia.
This wasn't such a good idea.

Can I see him?
He seemed so disturbed.

I've never seen
that kind of reaction before.

He imagines things.

I think he's ill.

But he shouldn't be frightened.

What I saw was a good spirit.

There was nothing ugly.

I was beginning to get through.

I saw a young person.

Let me explain to Neville.

Sylvia, please.
I don't want Neville upset anymore.

I think we should
forget all of this.

Well, I'd better go then.

I'll see you out.

Where are you going?

To the village. It's Saturday.
You know I always go shopping.

Couldn't Patrick go instead?

Neville, I told you yesterday.
He's got the weekend off.

He's gone to some
karate competition in London.

Why don't you come with me?

Here. You can drive.

Okay.

Get in.

(PHONE RINGING)

937-8921.

Oh, hello, Sally.

No, it's okay. We were just
going to watch television.

Oh, no. When?

Oh, I'm really sorry.

But you thought it might happen.

If you want.

No, I'm sure he'll understand.

I'll be around as soon as I can.
See you soon.

What's happened to Sally?

Her boyfriend's packed her up.

She's terribly upset.

She gets so dramatic
about these things,

but she's only young, and I'm afraid
she might do something silly.

So, I said I'd go and see her.

What, now?

Yes. I won't be long.

Well, I'll drive you.

No, I'd better go on my own.
It's girls' talk.

Why don't you stay
and watch the film on the television?

Mmm.

Goodbye, darling.

- Don't be long.
- No.

Do you want to
come back for coffee?

Okay.
But I mustn't be too late.

I told you
how peculiar Neville's been.

I don't like leaving him alone
for too long.

It sounds to me
you needed this night out.

You should tell the doctor.
He might be able to help him.

I suppose so.

But I keep hoping he'll get better.

Oh, let's change the subject.

I don't want to bore you
with any more of my problems.

I don't mind.
I really enjoyed myself.

You know, since Mike's been back
at college, I hardly ever go out.

Come on, then.
Let's go back for that coffee.

I'll plead with him
to give you a fair trial.

In that time, there could
be another murder,

or new evidence found.

Jailer?

(PULSATING STATIC)

(PULSATING STATIC)

(LOUD THUDDING)

(GASPING)

(RAPID FOOTSTEPS)

(GATE RATTLING)

(WHEELCHAIR CLANKING)

(DOOR SLAMMING SHUT)

(NERVOUS BREATHING)

(CLATTERING)

(SHUFFLING FOOTSTEPS)

(RATTLING)

Stay away from me!

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

(THUDDING)

(SWITCH CLICKING)

Neville?!

(SWITCHING TELEVISION OFF)

(CUP AND SAUCER CLATTERING)

(SWITCH CLICKING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

- Is it over?
- Of course.

Hurry up.
Get me out of this.

(EXHALING)

Oh, Patrick.

Your Neville wasn't such a wimp.
He put up quite a fight.

- Did he do this?
- Yeah. It's not serious.

You got it in
the karate competition.

Exactly.

You're burning up.

I'll have a shower.

VICKY:
No, not yet.

You can't imagine what it was like
waiting for this moment.

What about me?

- Every night, you were with him.
- (CHUCKLING)

- (SLAP)
- (GASPING)

(GROANING)

But he's dead now
and I'm his next of kin.

We'll get a million beautiful pounds.

All that money...

Isn't that just the biggest
turn-on in the world?

I can't wait to
get out of this place.

It's nearly midnight.

I'll get you back to
the hotel by one o'clock.

You thought of everything, didn't you?

Yes.

And it worked like a dream.

I'll see you on Monday morning.

I'll be wearing black, of course.

Then, it'll be
champagne all the way.

I'd better phone the police now.

I'm sorry, I have no idea
where he could be.

I was out with a friend.

No, I had the car.

Well, there was no-one here,
it being the weekend.

Yes, I understand.

If I don't hear from him
during the night,

I'll phone you tomorrow.

Thank you, Inspector.

(BIRDS SINGING)

Baron!
Come back, boy! Baron!

(GASPING)

VICKY:
Neville, it's all right. I'm here.

Can you hear me?

(FAINT GROANING)

Neville.

Where am I?

In hospital.

You've been here for days.

Why?

Thank God.
You're so lucky to be alive.

You had a very serious fall.

Most people would have died
from a fall like that.

I've given up my job.
So, together, we'll get you better again.

Your spine has been damaged.

But that doesn't mean
you won't get better.

It doesn't mean
you'll never walk again.

This was meant to happen.
He planned it.

Who?

Father.
He was there in his room.

Don't say that.

You're alive,
that's all that matters.

Why were you so long?
You didn't come back.

- He made me go to the room.
- Neville, don't talk like that.

He wants me to suffer.

I'll never leave now.
I'll always be there like he was.

Doctor!

Mr Harmer, it's all right.

Nurse.

We're just going to give you
a little injection to help you relax.

No, I'm afraid he won't be
back at work for some time yet.

Can I help?

Oh, right. Thank you.
Goodbye.

(LOUD THUDDING)

He's conscious now.

Do you think he suspects us?

No, he's mad.

With the drugs they're giving him
and the shock,

he doesn't know what's going on.

But he'll be coming out soon,
and we won't be able to meet.

We'll have to go back to how it was.

I don't want to spend the rest
of my life as a gardener.

What can we do?

Anything we try now
would be too suspicious.

We'll have to be patient.

Have you hidden everything
in case we need them again?

PATRICK:
Yes, they're safe.

VICKY: And you've
moved the bed downstairs?

PATRICK: Yes.
But I don't like this set-up.

I'll be stuck here while
you play nursemaid to a cripple.

VICKY:
Do you think I want that?

Can you imagine how it'll be for me,
living with him again?

PATRICK: I should have
checked he was dead.

How did he survive that fall?

VICKY:
I don't know.

We'll just have to wait
and see what happens.

Paraplegics are prone to illness.

Could you leave me alone, please?

(SNIFFLING)

(SOBBING)

(DOOR SLIDING OPEN)

Oh!
I wasn't expecting you back.

I thought it would be good
for me to do something.

How have you been managing?

Oh, not too bad.

One or two problems,
but nothing serious.

- I'll get the corres...
- Dorothy,

on the evening of my accident,
were you in?

Yes. So, after I'd taken Baron
out for a walk,

I watched the thriller
on the television,

and then I read.

Did your phone ring at all?

No...

No, I'd remember if it did.
I get very few phone calls.

I phoned you.
The line was dead.

My phone's working.

Then the gates were locked.

I wanted to get to your cottage,
but I couldn't open the gates.

Mr Neville, then what happened?

Oh, I don't know.
Thank you, Dorothy.

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

Goodbye.
Have a good weekend.

- How do you feel?
- Okay.

Open wide.

I'll be back soon.

(SHOWER RUNNING)

Are you mad?

What do you think?

Don't worry, I gave him
a double dose of sedatives.

I just looked in on him
and he's sleeping like a baby.

- Have you missed me?
- You know I have.

Take it easy...

We have all night.

DOROTHY:
You're late this morning.

Everything all right?

You haven't forgotten
the letter to McWilliams?

No, no. I just feel
particularly tired this morning.

I don't think I'll go to the office.
I'll give myself the day off.

I'll dictate the letter now.

All right.

Um...

"With reference
to your recent order..."

If you could find out
the date of that.

Um... "We expect to
deliver to your factory

"at the start of next month.

"At present,
we can supply everything,

"with the exception
of the pine panelling.

"As soon as that
becomes available,

"we'll contact you
with the new price.

"The chipboard you ordered is
now manufactured in Finland,

"but I'm sure you'll find them
excellent quality.

"My regards to you
and your family..."

Then the usual ending.

(PHONE PINGING)

Oh, thank you.

I really do feel tired.

I think I'll go to
my room for a while.

I'll be next door watching television.

(THUDDING)

He's dead to the world.

Nothing wakes him
when he's had those pills.

I've taken the phone off the hook,
just in case anyone calls,

so we can get away from this place
for a change.

I'll take the road past the sawmill.

What a good idea.

We'll find a
secluded little restaurant.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

I don't trust Dorothy.
She could be a problem.

Don't worry.

Even if she is suspicious,
how could she prove anything?

(GRUNTING)

(LOUD THUDDING ON TAPE)

(GASPING)

- NEVILLE: You're late.
- (GASPING) I thought you were asleep.

Well, sorry.
I didn't mean to surprise you.

It's okay.

I fell asleep in the chair.

You don't normally wake up
at this time of night.

I had some bad dreams.

How do you do that?

Oh, I must have
banged it on my chair.

I was so restless.
They were frightening dreams.

You must be tired.

I know it can't be much fun
for a healthy young woman,

being married to me.

I feel great this morning.

Okay, Patrick, you can let go now.

You sound like a couple of kids.

NEVILLE:
I feel fantastic.

Look at me swim.

- Come in and join us.
- No, thanks.

No, Neville! (CHUCKLING)
I don't want to get my hair wet.

You know, Patrick, I think I'm ready
to start on that walking frame.

Then you can show me
some of those exercises you do.

Okay, I'll race you back to the end.

VICKY:
That's very good.

But I think you've
done enough for today.

You don't want to overdo things.

You mean I mustn't run
before I can walk?

That was a joke.

VICKY: (CHUCKLING)
Yes, I know it was.

Now, come along.
Back in your chair.

Dorothy, could you get
Patrick for me, please?

Certainly.

He's up to something.
He's so bloody happy.

Thank you, Patrick.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Mr Neville wants
to see you in his office.

Don't leave, Dorothy.
I want to see you both.

Ever since my accident,

I've been very worried
about my health.

In the event of anything
happening to me,

I thought it advisable
to write a will.

I've just been on the phone
to my solicitor,

and he helped me word it.

All I need now is for you
to witness my signature.

If you could, er... drop that off
at the solicitor's office.

I did tell them to expect you.

Okay, Patrick, thank you.

Thank you, Dorothy.

I've been looking for you all day.
What did he want?

I witnessed his signature on his will.

Why didn't he tell me?

What's he up to?

What did he say to you?

Nothing, but I bet
Dorothy knows more about it.

Why don't you ask her?

I'm just the hired help.

(BOTTLE CLINKING)

(DRAWERS RATTLING)

- Good morning.
- Morning.

(BIRDS SINGING)

- Well?
- It's gone.

Somebody's been through
all the things in the cupboard.

We should have burned everything.

It must be Dorothy.
Neville couldn't get up the stairs.

If Dorothy has the evidence,

why hasn't she been to the police,
or told Neville,

unless she intends to blackmail us?

I've got to go. Neville
wants me to drop him off

at the sawmill
on the way to town.

He's spending the day there.
We'll talk when I get back.

(TROLLEY CLATTERING)

(CAR DRIVING AWAY)

Bill, could you come over?

(CUPS CLATTERING)

VICKY:
Dorothy.

(CLATTERING)

Thank you.

You spend a lot of time
with Neville.

In the office.

You don't think
he's been working too hard?

I don't think so. No.

I've seen less of him this week,
but he seems in the best of health.

You might as well tell me
where you've hidden them.

Pardon?

I know you don't like me, Dorothy,

but blackmail...

Especially in your position.

What are you talking about?

Tell me where you put
the tape and the dummy.

What?

You didn't really think an
old frump like you would scare us?

What have you done?

What have you done?

Nothing.

All I know is, there's a join
in the telephone wire in there

that wasn't there before.

But I've told no-one about it.

You don't know anyone to tell.

Okay, so you saw the telephone cable,
and that made you suspicious.

But you should never
have poked your nose any further.

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

You've put something in the tea.
I thought it tasted different.

- You're trying to kill me!
- (TEACUP BREAKING)

Help me, for God's sake!
Help me, Patrick!

VICKY:
Stop her! Stop her!

(THUDDING)

PATRICK:
What have you done, Vicky?

You'll have to get rid of the body
before Neville gets back.

PATRICK:
But why did you have to kill her?

Dorothy was innocent,

but we had to kill her
to find that out.

He knows about us?

I think he's known for a long time.

What are we gonna
do with the body?

Dump it in the lake.

Okay, Bill, sit down.

I'd like you to do
a little job for me.

I'll pay you and one of your mates
a generous bonus

for just a few hours' work.

In fact, I think you'll find it
more of a pleasure than work.

Oh, yeah?

(SLIDING DRAWER OPEN)

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

What are you doing?

I've taken over
from Dorothy for a while.

Where is she?

I've given her a couple of weeks off.

She was really upset this morning.

Her dog, Baron, died in the night.

I suggested

she went to stay with her cousin.

She never has any holidays

and I thought the rest
might do her good.

Baron was the only thing
she seemed to love.

- (GUNSHOT)
- She's left me a lot of work to do.

I've never heard her mention
she had a cousin.

She said she was very distant.

I put her mind at rest.
I told her I could do her work.

Now you're so much better,
I have more free time.

Patrick's driven Dorothy
to the station.

I didn't think you'd mind.

Poor Dorothy.

Patrick said
he'd bury Baron for her.

The house will look after me.

What?

I haven't told you this before,

but, on the evening
of my accident,

it was if something or someone
broke my fall.

They didn't want me to die.

(YELLING)

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

- (TRAP SNAPPING SHUT)
- (SCREAMING)

What happened?
Who did this?

NEVILLE:
Could you see who they were?

No.

Vicky, you'd better
get him to the hospital.

He looks in a bad way.

- VICKY: Can you walk?
- PATRICK: Yeah, I think so.

Here, put this round his arm.
I'll report this to the police.

(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING)

How is he?

He's gone upstairs to rest.

His arm is broken in three places
and he has two broken ribs.

He won't be able to work
for at least a month.

- What did the police say?
- There isn't much they can do.

If Patrick could identify the men,
or if something had been stolen,

then they'd have more to work on.

Do they have any idea
who those men might be?

Burglars, poachers.

Patrick disturbed them
before they could do anything.

How convenient.

Did you hope
they'd break a few bones?

Or did you want them to kill him?

Kill him? Patrick?

Why on Earth would
I want that to happen?

- How do you feel today?
- Better.

Did you manage to get some sleep?

Doctor gave me some painkillers.
They helped.

Good.

You realise this will ruin my karate?

There'll always be a weakness
in this arm now.

I might as well forget about
the school I wanted.

I'm sorry,

but there are
other things you can do.

I can't walk, but I'm surviving.

You could have fired me.

Or does revenge
make you feel better?

I know one of those men was Bill.

You're right.

I could have fired you,

but I'm sure
that's what Vicky wanted.

Look what she planned for me.

And you did all her dirty work.

Now things aren't going so smoothly,
she wants you out of the way.

If I had fired you,
I'd have done her a favour.

When I didn't, she had to organise
another little accident.

This time, you were the victim.

Did she want a few broken bones?

Or did she want them to kill you?

How could she plan that?

Think about it.
She knew Bill hates you.

She only had to
offer him some money,

or some kind of payment.

Even the chance of having your job.

Did she tell you I planned it?

But just think, Patrick.
Who would gain the most?

You've been used.

I know she's very clever.

I didn't know what
she'd planned for me,

until I found the tape
and the dummy.

Think about that.

I could have gone to the police
with that evidence.

Why have you beaten up
when I could have done that?

I want Vicky back.

I want her here with me
so I can watch her suffer.

Don't listen to anything she says.

She's incapable
of telling the truth.

I'm giving you the opportunity
to get away from here for good.

I'll even give you six months' pay.

You might not become
world karate champion,

but at least you'll get away alive.

Come and see me in my office
when you're ready.

VICKY:
Patrick, I must see you.

Neville's kept me busy all day.

But I've worked it out.
I know what we can do.

PATRICK:
Sit down.

Have you thought about what I said?

Yes. I want to leave.

I telephoned the station.

There's a train to London
at ten tomorrow morning.

Here is your reference,
your employment papers...

and a cheque.

What I want you to do now

is pack your things,

and stay at
Dorothy's cottage overnight.

You collect this on your way
to the station tomorrow.

You understand
you must never come back here?

If you forget everything
that's gone on,

then so will I.

You made the right choice, Patrick.

If anything happens to me,
I put a clause in my will

so that Vicky can never leave
or sell this estate.

You would have died here.

PATRICK:
Good luck.

Vicky!
There's some more typing here.

What are you doing?
What have you said to him?

Oh, couldn't you hear?

I thought you'd be
pressed against the door,

listening to everything I said.

No, I couldn't hear.
What have you told him?!

Where are you going?

Neville's given me
the chance to get away,

and I'm taking it.

I'm catching the train
to London tomorrow.

Why? After all this time.

You stay.

You can never leave here, anyway.

He has the same will as his father.

You only inherit if you live here.

I don't want that.

I'm getting out.

No, I've worked it out.
We can still win.

I'm going to
Dorothy's cottage overnight,

to get away from you.

No.

What good have you ever done me?
You've only used me.

No, that's not true.
What's he told you?

I'm not listening anymore.
Get away from the door.

I love you, Patrick.

Then you have to try
to love Neville instead.

No!
You're not walking out on me!

You'll never leave here, you moron.
The house won't let you.

And you thought Neville was mad?

I hope Patrick is comfortable
in the cottage.

No doubt you found out about that.

It's going to be nice,
just the two of us alone for a while.

Just like a second honeymoon.

I phoned the sawmill
and offered Bill Patrick's job.

He can start on Monday.

You should enjoy having Bill around.

You might even strike up
a nice friendship.

How about a nice cup of coffee?

Would you like a brandy
with your coffee?

Isn't it a little early
for you to start drinking?

NEVILLE:
I feel like celebrating.

Everything has worked out
quite well, really.

I do feel sorry about Dorothy.

You had no need to kill her.

I suppose you panicked.

You know, the awful shame
about all this is

you're really a talented person.

You're gonna be wasted,
stuck here all your life with me.

I won't be with you.

I'm sure Patrick
told you about my will.

Of course.
But it doesn't stop me killing you.

Another convenient accident?

Then the police would wonder
where Dorothy was.

They would trace Patrick.

Do you want to spend
the rest of your life in prison?

Surely this is a little better?

The police won't know.

Who'd miss you?

You're a cripple.
You can't get out.

You have no friends.

All your business is done
by phone or letter.

And I can forge your signature.

Patrick would come back with me.

And, without you,
we could lead a normal life here.

That's very clever.

But you have to kill me first.

And then, you have to
get rid of my body.

We can throw you in the lake.

You can keep Dorothy company.

It's private property,
so no-one will find your bodies.

Killing you is the easy part.

How do you feel?

Fine. Never felt better.

- You have no pain?
- Should I?

Yes.

Remember, the house
will look after me.

Remember the séance?

"Though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,

"I will fear no evil,

"for you are with me."

You're not immortal!

(DOOR SLAMMING)

- (YELLING) No!
- (BOTTLE SMASHING)

Vicky?

Goodbye, Neville.

(GRUNTING)

(VICKY SHRIEKING)

(GROANING)

- (THUDDING)
- (SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Patrick,
Vicky just tried to kill me.

- Neville?
- Come to the house. (GROANING)

(CLATTERING)

Patrick, come here.

Now.

You stupid bitch.
What have you done?

No, it's all right.
I told Neville. He knew.

He thought it was clever.

I can forge his signature
on the estate.

Don't you see?
No-one will miss him.

You're mad.

You're not walking
out of here again!

I'll tell the police everything.

I'll convict myself as well.

You're gonna stay here with me.

Can't you understand that?

I told you,
you'll never leave here now.

PATRICK:
Don't touch me.

I can't row this time.

It's all right. I will.

Go back to the house
and clean up.

I told you we'd win.

I love you.

(WATER RIPPLING)

(GASPING)

No!

(VICKY GASPING)

(GASPING)

(RATTLING)

(GASPING)

(PATRICK SCREAMING)