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(dramatic music)

(gong ringing)

(melancholic string music)

(dramatic string music)

(wind howling)

(horse hooves clattering)

(foreboding music)

(eerie music)

- I was afraid this might happen.

- Will she be all right?

- She's very weak, of course.

That's only to be expected.

I shall want some more hot water.

- Yes, Doctor.

(ominous music)

(woman heavily breathing)

- [Doctor] She's very weak, of course.

She's very weak, of course.

She's very weak, of course.

She's very weak, of course.

- [Woman] Will she be all right?

Will she be all right?

Will she be all right?

Will she be all right?

(voices indistinctly speaking)

(music intensifying)

- [Woman] The heir to this house is Lavinia.

(voices indistinctly speaking)

- So it's you again, Miss Fuller.

So it's you again, Miss Fuller.

So it's you again, Miss Fuller.

So it's you again, Miss Fuller.

And you've lost another situation

with your independent ways.

Now listen to me.

This is the registry office, not an orphanage.

So long as you come to me for help,

please remember, I require respectable females

who will do their duty in whatever situation it pleases me

and providence to place them.

Now, here's a Mrs. Winterbourne.

Wants a companion.

16 pounds a year, all found.

Go and see her.

And remember,

as far as this office is concerned,

you've had your last chance.

(metal clanking)

- Really, Miss Fuller, you make more noise than ever

just because I ask you to be quieter.

I do believe you are purposely annoying me

because it tires my throat to complain so often.

You know the doctor said it would be better

if I didn't have to talk so much.

You'd better give me my drops.

I should have had them 10 minutes ago.

It's bad enough being helpless without having to put up

with your inefficiency and bad temper.

Do you hear?

Can't you even answer when I speak to you?

Violets.

Hmm.

How much did you pay for those, may I ask?

- A penny.

- Oh well.

If you think you can squander the 16 pounds a year

I pay you on such fripperies, I suppose that's your affair.

That's all for this evening but don't sit idle.

All you girls take advantage of a nice room to yourself.

And if I should ring my bell, please arrange to hear it.

(melancholic music)

(door knocking)

- [Girl] Letter for you, Miss Fuller.

Came by the last post.

- Thank you, Ellen.

(somber string music)

(ominous music)

(bell ringing)

(bell ringing)

- I've been ringing this bell incessantly

for the last 10 minutes!

I won't stand such neglect!

I might have been dying!

You know I can't get out of bed

once I'm banked up with hot water bottles.

And yet you most carefully left my copy

of "Ministering Children" where I can't reach it!

Will you please get it for me?

- With pleasure, Mrs. Winterbourne.

- Good gracious, girl, what's come over you?

- I'm leaving you, Mrs. Winterbourne.

Tomorrow.

- Leaving me?

But you can't do that!

After all I've done for you.

- All you've done for me?

That's wonderful.

My dear, Mrs. Winterbourne, allow me to tell you something.

Ever since my father and mother died six years ago,

I've been working night and day for people like you.

Rich, selfish, pampered...

Don't interrupt, that's what you are!

Well, it's gone on long enough.

I'm 25 and I have a right, a right, Mrs. Winterbourne,

to a very different life from this.

And now I have the chance.

And I'll stop at nothing to make the most of it!

(sinister string music)

(lively flute music)

(lively instrumental music)

(bell ringing)

(ominous music)

I am Miss Blanche Fuller.

- Oh, Miss Fuller.

Glad to see you, miss.

- [Blanche] My uncle is expecting me.

- Mr. Fury has gone to the station to meet you.

- I should like to come in, please.

- Oh, I'm sorry, miss.

William,

get Miss Fuller's luggage.

(gentle harp music)

Would you care to wait in the drawing room, Miss?

This way, please.

(gentle string music)

I'll tell Mr. Fury you're here as soon as he returns, Miss.

(door closing)

(gentle string music)

(metal clanking)

- [Blanche] It's easy to see who you are.

- Is it?

- You're so exactly like the portrait of your father.

I do hope we're going to be good friends.

- Do you think that likely?

- Well, is there any reason why we should not?

- Is there any reason why we should?

- Well, really, this is a strange sort of a welcome.

- Expect me to meet you at the door?

With flowers?

- No.

But I expected a little politeness.

However, Cousin Laurence,

if that's the way you feel about it,

I have no intention of imposing my company on you.

- Didn't you come from the station with your uncle?

- No, we missed each other.

- Pity.

Still, you won't have to wait long.

I think I can hear him coming now.

- Good.

I hope he's more agreeable to meet than his son.

- He isn't.

- Cousin Laurence!

- Here I am.

I'm sorry we missed you.

You are my cousin, Blanche?

- Yes.

So you're Laurence.

- Who did you think I was?

Here she is, Father, safe and sound.

- Ah, my dear Blanche.

I regret that we missed each other at the station.

Doubtless you were anxious to get here

as quickly as possible.

- Yes, Uncle, I was.

- Sit down.

Blanche,

I have sometimes regretted

that your poor father's temperament

made it impossible for the two families to meet.

But now you're welcome to Clare Hall.

Isn't that so, Laurence?

- Glad to have her, very.

- And now that you're here, we must...

What is it, Thorn?

- I've examined that gun of Mr. Laurence's.

The left trigger hammer is defective.

It should be repaired.

- [Uncle] Very well, Thorn.

- [Thorn] Will Miss Fuller go out riding

with Mr. Laurence in the morning?

- [Uncle] No, Thorn.

- Good night, Mr. Fury.

- Good night, Thorn.

I think we may find it a little confusing for the servants

if you continue to use the name of Fuller.

When we inherited this estate from the widow of Adam Fury,

whose portrait you see there, we took the family name.

I think it'd be advisable for you to do the same.

I take it you've no objections.

- None, if you wish it, Uncle.

- Now, doubtless you'd like to be shown up to your room.

Dinner is at eight,

but if you can be dressed by 7:30,

I shall be glad of your company

in the library for half an hour.

- [Blanche] Yes, Uncle.

(somber string music)

(door knocking)

Are you Louisa?

- Yes, miss.

Can I unbutton the dress?

- Oh, yes.

Please.

- You aren't English, are you?

- No, miss, I'm Italian.

- And this is the Italian room.

That surely cannot be coincidence.

- No, miss.

I came here with an Italian lady.

40 years ago.

This was her room.

(footsteps shuffling)

(door clanking)

- Hello.

You're Lavinia, aren't you?

Shouldn't you be in bed?

What's the matter, darling, couldn't you sleep?

Were you frightened?

There's nothing to be frightened of.

Won't you show me what a brave girl you are

and go back to bed?

Would you try if I go with you?

- Yes.

- Come along then.

There, you see?

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Now, into bed with you.

Oh, cold toes.

Down quickly.

- Who are you?

- I'm your Aunt Blanche.

I've come to look after you.

Do you think you're going to like me?

Listen, Lavinia,

you try and go to sleep like a good girl

and I'll leave the door open

so that you can see the light from the passage.

Will that do?

(door knocking)

- [Uncle] Come in.

- Uncle Simon, can Lavinia have a candle for her bedroom?

- Sit down, please.

I should tell you straight away, Blanche,

I don't wish you to make a mollycoddle of Lavinia.

I shall ask you to look upon yourself as a governess.

A kind one but a strict one.

- Yes, Uncle.

- I shall also ask you to undertake

the supervision of the household in general.

In return, I shall provide you with your wardrobe

and an allowance of 25 pounds a year.

And another thing, Blanche,

you've already met our steward, Philip Thorn.

He's not a very pleasant fellow,

and he has a grievance which makes him even less so.

I only continue to employ him because of an obligation.

- Surely he can have no grievance against you, Uncle.

- I'll explain very frankly what it is, Blanche.

This property came to us because the last of the Furys,

Adam Fury, had no children.

I say he had no children,

I should say he had no legitimate children.

He had indeed some romantic adventure with an Italian woman.

And Philip Thorn is their natural son.

He has, of course, no claim at all to the estate.

But as I say, he cherishes a grievance.

- I think you're very kind to keep him on, Uncle.

- Oh, he runs this place extremely well.

But he's inclined to be familiar.

Remember that he's a servant.

- I shall certainly treat him as such.

(footsteps clacking)

- Is he in?

(Thorn knocking)

- Good afternoon, Mr. Thorn, and what brings you here?

- The fact that I'm tired of waiting, Mr. Calamy.

- You know, my friend, I asked you to be patient.

- Patient.

Would you be patient,

employed on an estate that should be yours?

- But, Mr. Thorn, we have yet to prove

that it should be your estate.

- That's exactly what I'm waiting for you to do, Mr. Calamy.

Are you handling this case or aren't you?

- Mr. Thorn, I told you many years ago

when you first came to me

that we had very little to rest your case on.

It was only three months ago when we had the good fortune

to trace your mother's letters that I first became hopeful.

Now, at least we know the places

that she and Adam Fury visited in Italy.

We can have the registers examined

and see if a marriage ceremony really did take place.

- How long have I to be patient?

Can't you imagine how I feel,

being ordered about by these people,

these Fullers, strutting about the place?

Can't you understand?

Clare's been in my family for generations!

It's in my blood!

It isn't a question of words written in ink

or a lot of papers, laws and seals, it's part of me!

- Really, Mr. Thorn.

Your attitude doesn't make it any easier for me to help you.

- I know, Mr. Calamy.

And I need your help, I need it badly.

- Rely on me, Mr. Thorn.

If there's any record in the places mentioned,

you may be sure my agents in Italy will find it.

But it will take time.

Good evening, Mr. Thorn.

- Thank you, Mr. Calamy.

(birds chirping)

- That was much better, Lavinia, darling.

As for you, Cousin Laurence, you are patience itself.

- Thorn, have you any news?

- No.

Aimes and Elliot have been all over the estate.

There isn't a fence down and the gates are shut.

Those horses were stolen.

In my opinion, there were stolen by gypsies.

- My father wants you to ride into Stafford

and inform the police.

- Police?

By the time they do anything,

the horses will be sold out of the county.

- Those are my father's orders,

see that they are carried out.

Come, Lavinia, this is your last chance.

If you disobey me this time, I'll have you sent to bed.

- Try to do as Father says, dear,

and don't hold on to the saddle.

Try very hard and then you shall have a special treat.

- Good morning, Miss Fuller.

I was expecting you to ride today, your horse is waiting.

- Mr. Laurence wanted me to be here.

I'll ride this afternoon while Miss Lavinia is resting.

- You'll need a rest after that.

(horse hooves clattering)

(cathedral bell ringing)

- Elliot, has Mr. Thorn left for Stafford yet?

- I don't think so, Miss.

- Do you know where I can find him?

- No, Miss, but Aimes would know.

He's in the granary.

- Thank you.

Where is Mr. Thorn?

- He's in his room, Miss.

- Oh, thank you, Aimes.

- [Philip] May I ask to what I owe this honor?

- You may.

Do you mind if I sit down?

Mr. Thorn,

you have a habit of speaking to me

in a way that I don't like.

As I may be here for a long time,

I thought we might try to come to some understanding.

- Miss Fuller.

- Why do you persist in calling me by that name?

Or has it escaped your notice I'm now called Miss Fury?

- I find these sudden changes of name

difficult to get used to.

- So I've heard.

However, I should like you to try.

After all, I am a member of the family.

- Oh yes, of course.

And there's no reason why you shouldn't take

anything they take, is there?

- What do you mean?

- Just that.

They've taken the name of Fury, why shouldn't you?

- I suppose you think it's very presumptuous

on the part of a mere governess.

- You may not always be a governess.

I'm sure that possibility's occurred to you.

- Perhaps.

And what would you say then, Mr. Thorn?

- I should say, "Congratulations, Miss Fury."

Or again, "Congratulations, Mrs. Fury."

According to whatever name you were adopting at the time.

- I think you're one of the most arrogant people

I've ever met, Mr. Thorn.

- I come from an arrogant family.

And since you've taken that family's name,

you should perhaps know its legend

and why 700 years ago Alaric Fury adopted

a Barbary ape as his crest.

He captured it on his way to the First Crusade.

Shortly afterwards, he was killed in battle.

But the ape loved his master so much

that he would allow no-one to come near his body

when they wanted to bury him.

The legend has it that the ape

still watches over the rights of the Furys.

Hence the motto, "Beware Fury's Ape."

- A very interesting story, Mr. Thorn.

But it has nothing to do with reality.

- We shall see, Miss Fury.

- Yes.

We shall see.

(lively instrumental music)

- Hello, Molly.

- Hello, I was beginning to think you had forgotten me.

- I don't forget old friends.

- Nor do I.

What will you have to drink?

- Oh, whiskey.

- Good day, gentlemen.

Want anything?

- Staying in Stafford for the night?

- No.

- Now you get along out of here.

We don't want to buy anything today.

- Wait.

Let's see what you've got.

- God bless you both.

Buy something pretty for the lady, Mister.

- How long have you gypsies been in these parts?

- Gypsies come today, mister.

- Hmm?

That's funny, I was asking the police about you,

they said you'd been here three or four days.

- Gypsies bring good luck, mister.

- Not in my experience.

Where's your camp?

- Long way away, mister.

Over the hills.

- I'll take these.

Here you are, Molly.

With my love.

- Well, aren't you a dear?

- So your camp is over the hills, is it?

Where's that, exactly?

- Gypsy tell the lady's fortune?

- Oh, go on, get out of here.

- Thank you, mister.

God bless you, lady.

(lively instrumental music)

- Mr. Thorn, I think I know where the stolen horses are.

I've just seen them at a gypsy camp.

- Where's that?

- Over the hills, if you'll follow me, I'll show you.

- Good, which way?

- This way.

(pleasant instrumental music)

- Yes, that's Westwood and the mare.

I'm going in to get them now.

- Don't you think we ought to go back to Clare

and get some of the stablemen?

- No, there's no time.

They're breaking camp, look.

In an hour or two, they'll be gone.

Will you help?

- Of course, what do you want me to do?

- Approach the camp from the other direction.

Ask the way back to Stafford.

That'll attract their attention and give me time.

Now look, they're a rough crowd.

Keep a safe distance and at any sign of trouble,

get out fast.

(pleasant instrumental music)

(man shouting foreign language)

- Good afternoon, I've lost my way, can you help me?

(punch thudding)

Could you tell me the way to Stafford?

(foreboding music)

- Use your whip!

Come out this way!

(suspenseful music)

Don't stop, I'll meet you at the hill!

(men indistinctly shouting)

(suspenseful music)

(horse hooves clacking)

- [Blanche] We've got them back, Uncle Simon.

- [Simon] Blanche, where have you been?

- We paid a polite visit to the gypsies.

- [Simon] We?

- They gave us a vert warm welcome.

- [Simon] Did you go with the police?

- No, sir, went alone.

- [Simon] I want a word with you, Thorn, in your quarters.

- Very good.

- Laurence, perhaps you'll escort Blanche back to the house.

You better go and say good night to Lavinia, my dear.

She won't go to sleep till she knows you're back.

- We were all very worried about you, Blanche.

We were afraid you'd had an accident.

- Strange that you didn't look more pleased to see me, then.

- I think we should have, had you been alone.

- It was very rash of you, my niece might have been hurt.

Serves you no right to take the law

into your own hands like that.

- I was thinking of Clare.

I presume that's what I'm paid to do.

- You presume too much and too often.

You should have informed the police.

Tomorrow they'd have gone out to the camp

and made an arrest.

- Tomorrow would've been too late, they'd have gone.

- We could've had them followed.

- We shouldn't know whom to follow.

There are a great many in the district already.

- Oh, well there won't be for long.

I intend to discuss with my neighbors

a plan for dealing with these gypsies once and for all.

And as to my niece,

I forbid you to enter into conversation with her again

and I shall tell her so.

Kindly remember that.

- We've become very fond of you, Blanche.

We think of you as one of us.

I hope you'll be that more and more.

(ominous music)

(pleasant instrumental music)

(pleasant instrumental music)

- This is a great day for Clare, Fury.

- It is indeed, thank you, Doctor.

- It's a great day for all of us.

Those confounded gypsies began to move out this afternoon.

I got word from my head keeper just before I left.

- They seem to have taken the eviction quietly.

- Yes. - What else can they do?

(horse hooves thudding)

(fire crackling)

(pleasant instrumental music)

(people applauding)

- Good evening, Mrs. Fury.

(lively instrumental music)

Would you care to dance?

- No, thank you,

I don't think I'll dance again for a little while.

I'd like to go out on the terrace.

- In that case, may I accompany you?

- By all means.

Well, aren't you going to say it?

- Say what?

- "Congratulations, Mrs. Fury."

- Your husband's the one to be congratulated.

It's very strange for me to be here tonight.

This is the first time in many years

that I've been in any room in this house

except the gun room.

And now I'm invited here as a guest

with all the rest of the staff,

though I'm the only real Fury here.

- You were thinking that as you came in, weren't you?

You looked at everything so possessively.

- Everything, Mrs. Fury?

- I didn't mean that.

- Did you think it?

- Of course not.

- Why are you wasting yourself on him?

Is it for position and security?

You may not even be able to keep those.

One day this place is coming back to its rightful owners.

And as you've been to so much trouble to make it yours,

that may be at your expense.

- How can that be?

- Have you forgotten the legend of Fury's Ape?

(sinister music)

- [Man] Look, look, something's on fire!

(suspenseful music)

- All Clare men, get down to the barns!

Tell Aimes to saddle the horses.

Come, Laurence.

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, get a hold of this one!

You two, get over there!

Go saddle up!

(suspenseful music)

Pump, pump!

(fire rumbling)

Come in nearer!

(suspenseful music)

- Thorn, can you save them?

- It's hopeless!

It's hopeless,

the barn's out of control. - Look over there!

The ricks are alight!

(ominous music)

- That's no accident!

It's those infernal gypsies and they're still on the estate!

I put the mares in that field.

- All right, Thorn, leave the barns,

take some men and see to the mares.

We'll try and catch some of the devils!

- [Thorn] Right, sir!

- Come on, the rest of you, follow me!

- [Philip] Hey, Joe, bring your horse up here!

(suspenseful music)

- Louisa,

is there any news?

- Mr. Thorn has come back.

No one else yet.

One of the mares has started to foal.

He's with her.

- Tell everybody to go to bed.

You certainly must.

- [Lavinia] But I'm not tired.

- Will you wait up alone, Miss Blanche?

- Yes, Louisa.

- Madam, I should say now, shouldn't I?

- I'm afraid my wedding hasn't brought

the family good luck, Louisa.

Perhaps Fury's Ape doesn't approve of me.

- You must not say that.

- You don't think there's any

truth in any of these stories, do you, Louisa?

- It is better not to think of such things.

- No, no, of course I shan't.

- Come along, darling.

It's late.

- Whoa.

That's all right, my sweetheart.

You'll be all right now.

Hello, Gypsy.

That's your name, whether you like it or not.

Go on.

Have you been there long?

- Not very.

You're gentle with animals, aren't you?

- Yes.

I like animals.

- Was much damage done?

- No, apart from the barns, not much.

- And my uncle,

and Laurence?

Have you any news of them?

- Mrs. Fury, why have you come here?

- Our conversation on the terrace was interrupted.

- [Philip] I have nothing further to say.

- Do you seriously believe in all

that superstitious nonsense about Fury's Ape?

- You're afraid, are you?

- [Blanche] Not at all.

I'm not easily frightened.

Now that I can believe.

Mr. Thorn, you were right about one thing.

I do want position and security, I always have.

Even though it means being married to Laurence Fury?

- I'm very fond of my cousin.

- That's not true.

You don't give that for your cousin.

You may not admit it, even to yourself.

But you know in your heart

that position and security aren't enough.

Not for a woman like you.

You've left something out of the bargain.

Something that this year or next year...

you're going to want...

passionately, Mrs. Fury.

As I do.

(horse hooves clacking)

(dog barking)

This way, quickly.

- Well, Thorn, is this one of the results

of tonight's business?

- Yes.

Did they get away?

- Not all of them, we caught two.

They're locked up in Mr. Weatherby's stables.

We're having them brought up

before the magistrate this morning.

- [Simon] I shall want you to come into Stafford, Thorn,

immediately after breakfast.

- Yes, Mr. Fury.

- [Simon] This mare seems in a pretty bad way.

- She is, I'm sorry to say.

- [Simon] Will she recover?

- [Philip] Oh yes, with care.

- The foal's all right.

- Oh, he's fine.

It's the last she'll have, poor old lady.

- Hmm.

- Will she be any good for riding later on?

- She won't be good for anything expect for a quiet life.

- Well I don't like useless animals about the place.

If she can't earn her keep, have her destroyed.

- Have her destroyed?

- That's what I said, Thorn.

- But I bred this mare.

I broke her and schooled her myself.

She was your wife's...

I mean your first wife's favorite hunter.

- What has that to do with it?

- You say yourself she's no good now.

- You don't understand.

This mare's dam and sire were bred by Adam Fury himself.

She's given us five of the best horses on the estate.

And now because she's no use any more, you say shoot her.

I tell you, you can't have her destroyed.

- Can't?

I give orders here.

My orders are for her to be shot.

See that they're carried out.

Come, Laurence.

- Louisa.

I told you to go to bed.

- I thought perhaps I'd better wait until you came back.

- Came back?

Where from?

- From wherever you've been to, madam.

May I help you?

- Thank you.

- And the foal?

Did you see it?

- Yes, Louisa.

It's very pretty.

Louisa,

will you please shut the door to my husband's room?

Now, Louisa, what exactly is on your mind?

Is it about Mr. Thorn?

- Yes, Miss Blanche.

I'm afraid for you.

- For me?

- He's dangerous, Miss Blanche.

Not only to himself but to others.

I've known him since he was a child.

I've watched him grow up.

I know how cruelly unhappiness has twisted his nature.

And how bitterly he hates all the Fullers.

I beg you to be cautious.

(foreboding music)

(pleasant music)

- Well, goodbye, my dear.

I'm sorry to take him away for today

but we shall be back this evening.

- Goodbye, dearest.

I wish I hadn't got to leave you

but you know how important it is.

- [Blanche] Goodbye, Laurence.

(melancholic music)

- Hello.

- Hello.

You missed a great day in court.

All the gentry in the county were there,

including the lord leftenant.

- What was that for?

- Old Simon Fury and the gypsies.

- What did they get?

- Remanded.

Old Fury had his way, they'd be up at the assizes.

They weren't half wild.

Screaming threats at him

as they were hauled out of the dock.

- Oh, there's some tea for you on the stove.

Good evening.

- Evening.

- Oh, good evening, Mr. Thorn.

Sit down.

You've got my message.

- Yes.

- Yeah.

Quite an exciting afternoon in court.

- Quite an exciting evening at Clare.

- Yes.

Still, you know,

I wonder if Mr. Fury's right to be so harsh.

- You don't think they deserved it?

- Oh, it isn't that.

They're a very vindictive lot.

I'd advise him to keep a sharp lookout for a while.

- Mr. Calamy,

you didn't ask me here to tell me that, did you?

- No.

- Have you any news?

- Yes, I have.

- Well?

- It's not very good news, Mr. Thorn, I'm sorry.

There's the letter from our agents.

There's no trace at all of the marriage ceremony

you thought your mother went through in Italy

with Adam Fury.

No trace of it at all,

in any of the places mentioned.

- I see.

So there's nothing more I can do?

- I'm afraid not.

The estate will ultimately go to

the descendants of Laurence,

to his son, if this marriage brings him one.

If not, to Lavinia Fury.

- Lavinia Fuller!

- Mr. Thorn,

I'd like to give you a piece of advice.

You're young and able and the world is yours.

Clare will never be.

You're bound to suffer while you stay there.

Why not go away?

Don't you think it would be better for you, seriously?

I'm sorry I've been able to do only too little for you.

Well, it's been, of course, particularly difficult.

I mean, from the legal point of view.

- Here you are.

- Thank you.

- Hello.

- Give me a whiskey.

- Haven't seen you for weeks.

Where have you been all this time?

- Minding my own business.

- Doesn't seem to have improved your manners.

Or do you keep your fine ways for the new mistress at Clare?

- What's she like, Mr. Thorn?

- She looks a bit of a high stepper to me.

- Married the young 'un, didn't she?

I was bet on her marrying his pa.

- If you ask me, she'd have done better if she had.

- I bet Mr. Thorn hasn't been wasted his time

since she arrived, eh, boys?

(men laughing)

(whip cracking) (intense music)

- Hey, you, watch what you're doing!

- Well?

You should be careful what you say.

Give me another whisky.

- You can take these when you go,

and I'd be obliged if you'd take your custom elsewhere.

(somber music)

- Mr. Simon and Mr. Laurence will not be back before 10:30.

They are dining with the lord leftenant.

A message has just come.

- Who brought it?

- Mr. Thorn.

He arrived a minute ago.

(melancholic instrumental music)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(horse hooves clacking)

- After all I'm getting on,

one day the place will be yours.

- If you want me to run it, Father,

I can only say that I should like nothing better.

But to do that, I must have more authority.

- Authority is not something that one is given, Laurence.

One takes it because it is in one to take it.

You must impose your authority on the estate.

- Yes, Father.

(somber music)

- [Blanche] What are you thinking of?

- You.

And Clare.

- You would never change, could you?

A little while ago, I thought you could.

I thought you had.

But you would never change.

- Isn't it you who've changed?

- Perhaps I have.

Do you want me to give up Clare and go away with you?

- [Philip] Would you?

- I don't know.

I don't know myself as well as I did.

You wouldn't leave Clare though, would you?

- I can't.

There's something strong than me in this.

Something that was decided for me long ago.

Even before I was born.

- Philip, we've gotta get away from here.

Something dreadful will happen if we don't.

I know it.

I'll go with you.

I'll go anywhere with you.

- Are you afraid?

- Yes.

- Of me?

- No, for you, for both of us.

We have to choose.

- There's no choice for me, Blanche.

I'm rooted here.

Like an unwanted tree that nothing can destroy.

- Nothing can destroy you, Philip.

Except yourself.

- What if I do?

- You would destroy me too.

(dramatic music)

(foreboding music)

What's that?

It's nothing.

I thought I heard the carriage.

- Yes, it'll always be like that.

We shall always be listening for something or someone.

- Oh, Philip.

- What will you do now?

Go back to your home?

To your room?

To your husband?

- Oh, I can't, I hate him.

I hate them both, if only they were dead.

- Yes, if only they could die.

(ominous music)

(sinister music)

- You've time for a glass of port and a sandwich,

surely after a ride like that.

- Thank you.

- I'm told you made a sterling speech in court, Fury.

- So did the gypsies, you should have heard them.

You know, they threatened Father's life.

- I shouldn't worry about that.

- Good day's work, I call it.

All that remains now is for the judge of assizes

to finish it off.

- So much for the gypsies.

- Yes, indeed.

- All the same, my dear Fury,

I shouldn't entirely ignore their threats.

- Help yourself.

- What can they do?

They're under lock and key.

- Only two of them.

The rest of the tribe are at large.

From what I hear, feeling amongst them is running high.

- Keep a couple of loaded guns handy, that's what I'd do.

- Well that's easy enough.

- Well, Laurence. - A little sherry?

- Aren't we going to have the pleasure

of seeing your charming wife this evening?

- I don't know.

Banks, has Madame retired yet?

- I think so, sir, but I'm not certain.

- I'll go and see.

- [Simon] Whiskey for Major Fraser.

- When am I going to have those yearlings you promised me?

- Any day now, tomorrow if you like.

- Good.

- I'll tell Laurence to attend to it personally.

Have some more port.

- Oh, thank you.

(Laurence knocking)

- [Blanche] Who is it?

- It's me, dear.

- [Blanche] Oh.

Come in.

- Blanche, here we are, my dear.

- [Blanche] Laurence.

I was beginning to wonder what had happened to you.

- Why, nothing at all, we're all safe and sound.

- Who is "all?"

- Fraser and Weatherby are here, and Jenkins.

I promised them you'd come down

and charm them for a few minutes.

- That was rather a rash promise, dear.

- Ah, I'm afraid their counting on you.

- Then I'm afraid they're gonna be disappointed.

- Oh, you could easily slip your dress on again.

- Laurence, I don't wish to.

- It isn't a matter of whether or not you wish it, my dear.

Here is your husband requesting you

to come downstairs and be charming to his friends.

- Here is your wife, Laurence, requesting to be excused.

- Ah, but I'm afraid you can't do that.

- No?

I think I can.

- Are you seriously refusing to--

- Surely, Laurence, I've made myself perfectly clear.

- Not to me, I assure you, I assure you.

I find your behavior completely incomprehensible.

- You may remember that--

- And not only incomprehensible but indefensible!

Indefensible!

- May I say something?

- I have no wish to hear any excuses, Blanche,

for your behavior in this small,

but I may add, highly signif--

- Will you listen to me, please?

You are mistaken, Laurence,

in thinking that I intend to excuse myself.

I merely wish to say this.

We are at the beginning of our married life,

so it is as well we understand one another.

I have no intention, Laurence,

contrary to the fashion of our times,

of being ordered about by my husband!

- Is that all you have to say?

- For the moment, yes.

- Very well.

I...

I, myself, can only say

that I'm surprised and hurt, Blanche.

I will discuss it again with you

when you are in a more ladylike frame of mind.

Good night.

(pleasant instrumental music)

(horses neighing)

- Come on!

- Are you going to persist in this attitude, Blanche?

I didn't say anything at breakfast because of Father,

but it's gone on quite long enough.

- Yes.

- If you intend our marriage to be a struggle for authority,

let me tell you I shall win.

A wife doesn't oppose her husband, she obeys him.

Incidentally, that's my father's wish too.

What do you think he'd say if I told him of your behavior?

(somber music)

- All right, all right, let them go.

Don't come through that gate!

(horses neighing)

Whoa, boy,

Whoa, steady.

God.

Come on!

Get after them!

Work them back this way towards me!

I asked you not to come through that gate.

- I am not a stable boy.

I dislike being shouted at on my own estate.

- Not that way!

Send Williams and Aaron behind them!

- Are those the two yearlings from Mr. Weatherby?

- They were.

- Well, you've wasted your time.

Why didn't you wait until I arrived before choosing them?

- I find this interest in the estate unexpected.

In the past, you and your father

have left these matters to me.

- From now on, everything is going to be different.

In future, you will take your orders from me.

I am going to manage the estate.

- Do you think you know enough to do that?

- I know enough to dispense with you.

I'll see that you're dismissed.

You can clear out, you don't belong here any more!

(foreboding music)

- Hello, Gypsy.

What are you doing here by yourself?

(ominous music)

Aimes!

- Yes, sir?

- Who did this, Aimes?

- Mr. Laurence.

I'm sorry.

(clock ticking)

(clock chiming)

(clock ticking)

(glass shattering)

(ominous music)

- What in the devil was that?

- What's the matter, Blanche, are you hurt?

- No.

- Laurence, quickly, get the guns!

Blanche, rouse the household!

Send the men out!

(ominous music)

There he is!

(foreboding music)

(gun cranking)

(music intensifying)

(gunshot booming)

(gunshot booming)

- Where were you when you heard the shots, Thorn?

- In my quarters.

- What did you do?

- I loaded a gun and ran out to the garden.

- I see.

And you were among the first

to reach the scene of the crime?

- Yes, Elliot and Aimes got there

a few moments before I did.

- When you arrived, this had already been found?

- [Philip] Yes.

- Could you say whether you'd ever seen this before?

- No.

Seen dozens like it.

It's a common type of gypsy earring.

- Quite so.

You knew of the gypsies' threats against Mr. Fury's life?

- [Philip] Yes, everybody did.

- That is all, Thorn, thank you.

- Yes, sir.

- Tell the others I shall not want

to question them any more.

I'm afraid there's no doubt about it, Mrs. Fury.

Your husband and your uncle

were the victims of gypsy vengeance.

I warned your uncle but it appears

he refused to take my warning seriously.

This is a terrible tragedy for you.

I don't have to tell you that you have the sympathy

of everyone in the neighborhood.

- You're very kind, Major Fraser.

- And one thing more, Mrs. Fury,

you may have to testify about this at the inquest.

That man you saw at the window.

That is all that you can say for certain?

- Yes, Major Fraser.

Well, Thorn.

- May I have a word with you, Mrs. Fury?

- I'll say goodbye.

Please don't trouble to see me out.

And once more, my deepest sympathy.

- Thank you.

Goodbye.

- Good day, Thorn.

(door closing)

- Philip, my dearest.

- Did he ask more questions?

- Nothing important, he believes us.

- No reason why he shouldn't.

Even a clever man would found nothing suspicious

and he's a fool.

- We can't be too careful, Philip.

- I'm sure he won't find any evidence,

that's all I care about.

- What did you do with the things you wore?

The handkerchief and the hat?

- Under the floorboards of the old summerhouse.

I had to hide them quickly and get back.

- I've been so afraid for you, Philip.

It all happened so suddenly.

- It's all happened exactly as I said it would.

Quickly, and in such a way that no-one need ever know.

Now it's over and you're free

and so is Clare, at last.

We can do what we like without caring about anyone.

- Don't risk everything now for want of a little patience.

- I've been patient all my life, Blanche.

- I know.

- When am I gonna see you again, alone?

- My darling.

We can't, we mustn't.

Not yet, it's too dangerous.

We must only meet when other people are there.

For a little while.

- Aren't you exaggerating?

(footsteps clacking)

- That'll be all, Thorn.

Perhaps be good enough to see

that the affairs of the estate go on exactly as usual.

- Gentlemen of the jury,

you, upon your oath, do swear

that the said Simon and Laurence Fury

were found dead on the 25th day of May in this present year,

in the Italian garden of Clare Hall.

And that the cause of death was in each case a gunshot wound

but that there is insufficient evidence to say

by whom those gunshots were fired.

And you do further say

that these gunshots were discharged

by a person, or persons, unknown,

feloniously,

that is to say, with intent to murder.

And now, gentlemen, this court is agreed

that there are definite indications that these crimes

were the work of a band of lawless rogues and vagabonds.

And I'm sure I speak for the whole community in demanding...

(birds chirping)

- Excuse me, madam.

Mr. Thorn is here to see you.

He's waiting in the drawing room.

- Thank you.

Philip.

- Why do you stand there, my love?

Come in, come in.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing I have no right to do at last.

- Don't speak so loudly.

You must be out of your mind behaving like this.

- My dear, Blanche, you aren't losing confidence in me now,

are you?

Philip, don't be absurd.

Do you think that because of today's verdict

suspicion will never fall on you?

Do you want to attract the attention of people

at the very fact that you had motives?

My darling, if anything should happen to you now,

I don't know what I should do.

- Don't worry, nothing will happen.

I can deal with anything now, anything and anyone.

- All the same, we agreed not to see each other

for the time being, you must go back to your own quarters.

- Are you keeping me out of the house now?

- Philip, what is the matter with you today?

You're not yourself.

- On the contrary.

Today I am myself.

- There's something strange about you, Philip.

I don't like it.

- I think it would be a good idea

to make some changes among the servants.

We could start on Banks.

I've never liked him, he's too old.

Philip, will you go, please?

- This is my house as well as yours, my dearest Blanche.

Our house, at last.

For us to love, for us to live in,

and one day, for us to leave to our children.

- Philip, the heir to this house is Lavinia.

- Yes, of course.

Another of the same breed.

- The fact remains, Philip.

- The fact doesn't remain, Blanche, nothing remains!

Nothing and no one ever shall remain between me

and the absolute possession of Clare.

I thought you would have realized that by now.

- You are out of your mind.

You are out of your mind.

(Philip laughing)

Philip!

Philip!

Now listen to me,

and never forget what I'm going to say to you.

If ever you were to harm, or even try to harm,

one hair of that child's head,

if ever I see you make the slightest threat to her,

I shall destroy you, Philip.

- My dear Blanche,

what an absurd idea.

I begin to think the events of the last few weeks

have been working on your mind.

- Please go now, Philip.

- As you wish.

- Good morning, madam. - Good morning, Gladys.

(foreboding music)

Where is Lavinia?

- She went out riding early this morning.

You know what she is nowadays.

You can't keep her away from that pony.

- I hope she hasn't gone far.

Oh no, only to the paddock where the jumps are.

- Who is with her?

- One of the grooms, madam.

Eliot, I think.

(ominous music)

- Do you think you can do it?

- Oh, yes.

Dandy can jump anything, can't you, Dandy?

- Well, I'll come over with you and give you a lead.

(ominous music)

Are you ready?

- Yes, come on.

- And off we go.

Get!

(music intensifying)

- Mr. Thorn!

Were you suggesting that Miss Lavinia

should attempt that jump?

- She wants to try it.

Don't you, Lavinia?

- Oh, do let me try.

- You know perfectly well

that a child of that age on such a small pony

couldn't possibly take a jump of that height with safety.

- [Lavinia] Oh, Aunt Blanche, I'm sure I can.

- No, dear.

It isn't possible.

- That's a matter of opinion.

- Mr. Thorn,

in future, Miss Lavinia will ride with Aimes.

She'll do no more jumping for the present.

- Very well.

As you wish

- [Fraser] This is a very serious accusation, Mrs. Fury.

- I have not made it lightly, Major Fraser.

- [Fraser] What do you think could have been his motive?

- He'd been told that day

that he might be dismissed from Clare.

You can imagine what that meant to him.

- You say now you are sure

that it was his face you saw at the window?

- Yes.

- Why didn't you say so the other day?

- The other day I wasn't sure.

I didn't realize then that he was capable of such a thing.

- [Fraser] And what has happened since to convince you?

- Yesterday, he made an attempt on Lavinia's life too.

- On Lavinia's life?

What possible motive could he have for that?

- It's very simple, Major Fraser.

He regarded Lavinia as the only obstacle

between himself and the absolute ownership of the estate.

- Mrs. Fury, surely if Lavinia were dead,

Clare would belong to you.

Mr. Thorn expected to marry me, Major Fraser.

- He expected to marry you?

- We loved one another.

- Mrs. Fury, you realize if Thorn is brought to trial,

you may be questioned about this in public.

- My intention is to answer any question

that may be put to me.

- Very well.

I'll issue a warrant for his arrest.

I admire your courage, Mrs. Fury.

I realize what this must have cost you.

- Did she send you here to talk about this?

- No.

But she told me very frankly

about your feelings towards each other.

- When did she do that?

- Many weeks ago now, when she first came to see me.

- And it's only today that it's occurred to you

to ask me not to speak of it in court.

Why was that?

- There are two reasons, Thorn.

The first is the state of Mrs. Fury's health.

The second, that I heard a day or two ago

that you intend to conduct your own defense.

- Is it really Mrs. Fury you're trying to protect?

Or just the good name of the county's oldest family?

- Look here, Thorn. - All right, all right,

what do I care?

So it would be better if it weren't mentioned, eh?

Well, she's lucky.

It so happens that I don't want it mentioned either.

I don't want anything except some clean clothes.

Can you arrange that, Major Fraser?

- I'll see what can be done.

Is there anything else you need?

(Fraser knocking)

- Can you say with truth that these are not

the handkerchief and earrings in question?

- No.

- In fact, to the best of your belief,

they are the same that you received from the prisoner

and subsequently handed back to him?

- Yes.

- Thank you.

- Prisoner at the bar,

do you wish to cross-examine this witness?

- Yes.

You say that at the best of your belief,

these are the earrings and handkerchief that I gave you.

But, in fact, have you not seen countless others

of exactly this pattern worn and sold

by gypsies all over the countryside?

- Yes.

- Thank you.

- [Clerk] Mr. Aimes,

it seems that you and Mr. Elliot

had time to move the bodies

and ascertain that they were dead

before the prisoner joined you,

which he did, according to both of your statements,

three or four minutes after your own arrival

on the scene of the crime.

- Yes, sir.

- Now I should like the jury

to pay the greatest attention to this.

These three men were galvanized into action

by the same signal.

The sound of the two shots which killed the victims.

They had approximately the same distance to run.

Yet the prisoner,

though young and in the flower of his strength,

arrived three or four minutes after the others,

who are neither so young nor so active.

The prisoner has stated that he delayed

long enough to load a gun.

Gentlemen, will you please keep your eyes on me?

Mr. Sanderson, will you take out your watch?

Right.

How long, Mr. Sanderson?

- 22 seconds.

- 22 seconds, gentlemen.

- Prisoner at the bar,

do you wish to cross-examine this witness?

- Yes.

Aimes, do you remember when I arrived

on the scene of the crime I said something to you?

- [Aimes] Yes, Mr. Thorn.

- Do you remember what it was?

- Yes, Mr. Thorn.

You said, "What's happened, Aimes?

"I was woken up by the sound of shots."

- Thank you.

I merely wish to point out, my lord,

that I also had to throw on a few clothes,

since when the crime occurred, I was in bed.

- [Clerk] You know, of course, that the prisoner

regarded himself as having been disinherited by your family.

- Yes.

- Do you think it would be fair to say

that he was obsessed by this feeling?

- Yes.

- Mrs. Fury,

would it be correct to say that in fact

the prisoner hated both your uncle and your husband?

- Yes.

- [Clerk] But he remained in their employ

because of his passion and obsession for the estate.

- Yes.

- [Clerk] Mr. Fury,

on the day on which the crime was committed,

the prisoner was told by your husband

that he was to be dismissed from Clare, was he not?

- That is so.

- [Clerk] Thank you, Mrs. Fury.

- Prisoner at the bar,

do you wish to cross-examine this witness?

- Yes.

Mrs. Fury,

did you know that gypsies had threatened your uncle's life?

- [Blanche] I did.

- These garments, which you found in the garden,

aren't they typical of most gypsies?

- [Blanche] Yes.

- Up till the day of the crime,

had you seen me wearing such garments?

- [Blanche] No.

- Anyone knowing these facts, and none others,

would naturally assume

that the crime had been committed by gypsies.

Wouldn't they?

- Yes.

- Indeed, the morning after the crime,

you declared that to be your belief, didn't you?

- Yes.

- But when you saw these clothes again,

the day you found them in the garden,

you took them to the police and said you'd changed your mind

and come to the conclusion that I had worn them.

- Yes.

- Doesn't that seem illogical?

- I had my reasons for believing it.

- One of them being that

I had threatened the life of Lavinia Fury.

- Yes.

- [Philip] By encouraging her to attempt a dangerous jump.

- Yes.

- [Philip] Was she unwilling to attempt it?

- No.

- Who said it was too dangerous?

- [Blanche] I did.

- Will you admit that my experience of horsemanship

is infinitely greater than yours?

- [Blanche] Of course.

- And my judgment is therefore

correspondingly more reliable than yours?

- Provided you had no reason

for doing something against your judgment.

- [Philip] What reason could there be?

- The child was a Fuller, you hated all the Fullers.

- Aren't you a Fuller?

- [Blanche] Yes.

- Did I hate you?

- No.

- [Philip] Then you are wrong in saying

that I hated all Fullers, are you not?

- Yes.

- You must be careful to speak the truth, Mrs. Fury.

- I am on oath to do that.

- I'm inviting you to try to find a reason

why I might have wanted to threaten

the life of Lavinia Fury.

- She was the owner of an estate which you coveted.

- [Philip] Would her death have made me the owner of it?

- Not in itself, no.

- Mrs. Fury, your evidence is so pitifully weak,

I suggest the truth is simply this.

You brought this accusation for some personal motive.

- My lord, I must object.

The prisoner has no right

to question the witness's integrity.

- If the witness can repudiate the imputation,

she should have the opportunity of doing so.

- I merely suggest, my lord,

that Mrs. Fury's longstanding dislike of me

led her to seize this opportunity

of disposing of me for good.

(people murmuring)

- Silence in court!

- Mr. Thorn...

You know as well as I do that the truth

is the reverse of what you say.

So far from wishing harm to you,

I only wished your happiness.

And in sacrificing it, I sacrificed my own.

It sometimes happens that a woman marries

and then comes face to face with love when it's too late.

I didn't think that any love could be as strong as ours.

Until I realized that your love for Clare

was stronger than us both.

(people murmuring)

- Silence in court!

Silence!

Silence!

- Have you any more questions to put to this witness?

- Yes, my lord.

- My lord, may I ask a privilege on behalf of this witness?

- What privilege?

- With respect, my lord,

I would ask that the witness be permitted

to give the rest of her evidence seated.

Mrs. Fury has been an exceptionally long time in the box

and I would add she is expecting to become a mother.

(people murmuring)

- [Judge] In these circumstances,

by all means, let the witness be seated.

Prisoner at the bar, you may proceed.

- I have no more questions to put.

(people murmuring)

- Silence in court.

Gentlemen of the jury.

Are you agreed upon your verdict?

- We are.

- How find you?

Is the prisoner Philip Thorn guilty or not guilty of murder?

- Guilty.

- [Clerk] And that is the verdict of you all?

- [Juror] Yes.

- Prisoner at the bar,

you have been convicted of the crime of willful murder.

Have you anything to say

why judgment of dying should not be given?

- I am content, my lord.

- Philip Thorn,

the sentence of this court upon you is

that you be taken from here

to the prison from whence you came.

That from thence you be taken to a place of execution,

there to be hanged by the neck until you be dead.

And may the Lord have mercy upon your soul.

(hammer thudding)

(bird chirping)

- "So the prince and the princess returned to the castle

"where a great ball was being given in their honor.

"And they lived together in great happiness

"and had a little boy who was called after the prince

"and a little girl who bore the name of the princess."

- You better go for your ride now, Lavinia.

We'll finish this tomorrow.

- Wasn't it a lovely story?

- Who's going with you?

- Aimes.

- Well don't go too far, will you?

- Good morning, Lavinia.

- You saw him?

- Yes.

- What did he say?

I could get nothing out of him, Mrs. Fury.

- How was he?

- Calm, quite composed.

- But he sent no message at all?

- No.

I asked him if there was anything I could do

or anything he wanted me to say.

He only smiled and shook his head.

- At what time, Major Fraser?

- [Fraser] At midday.

If you take my advice, you'll go away.

- No, I...

No, I can't do that.

This is Lavinia's home.

She loves it.

As for myself...

Going over it all again and again in my mind,

I realize now that everything that happened was somehow...

inevitable.

My destiny too will come to me at Clare.

I'm sure of that.

- Well, Mrs. Fury,

if ever I can be of any help...

- I'll walk round to the stables with you, Major Fraser.

- Please don't trouble.

- No, I should like to.

It's such a lovely day.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Fury.

- Goodbye, Major Fraser.

And thank you.

(horse hooves clacking)

- Have you any message you would like to send?

Any letters?

- No.

- Is there anything you wish to say?

- Nothing.

(birds chirping)

- Aimes.

- [Aimes] Yes, ma'am?

- I thought you were with Miss Lavinia.

- No, Mrs Fury.

She said she had your permission to go out alone today.

- Where's she gone?

- [Aimes] She said she was going into the paddock, ma'am.

(foreboding music)

(cathedral bell ringing)

- [Man] Are you ready?

- Yes.

(cathedral bell ringing)

(suspenseful music)

- Lavinia!

No!

Lavinia, don't!

(suspenseful music)

No, Lavinia, come back!

- It's all right, Aunt Blanche, I can do it!

(wood crackling)

(cathedral bell ringing)

(music intensifying)

(Blanche breathing heavily)

- Doctor!

Doctor!

- There's nothing more to be done.

She may not even regain consciousness.

Mrs. Fury?

Mrs. Fury?

Mrs. Fury?

I have good news for you.

You have a son.

A strong, healthy boy.

- You look after him, Louisa.

I want...

him to be called Philip.

- Philip Fury of Clare Hall.

It has a good sound, hasn't it?

(ominous music intensifying)

(dramatic instrumental music)