All language subtitles for The Night Visitor.1971.Laszlo Benedek,ENG

Emmie, Anton's
right, don't you see.

His practice is losing money.

- Here are the figures.
- A country doctor never makes money.

That's why I want to sell
this place and move to town.

I could even get an
appointment to a hospital.

- No!
- Be reasonable, Emmie.

I won't sell my share.

Papa left it to us.

When Salem was taken
away you took his share.

But I won't sign
and I won't sell!

I don't want to say any more
about it. I won't sign it.

When it was Ester and Salem and
me, we each had our equal say.

You, have your say. That's why
we want you to agree, and sign.

- When Salem was here...
- Salem, come to supper!

Salem!

Salem. Salem, come to supper!

Yes, Emmie, when
Salem was here?

Well at least he was a man. He may have
gotten drunk, but he ran this farm.

He worked out there. Didn't
just sit around in his study

reading medical pamphlets and
waiting for the phone to ring!

This is none of your business, Emmie.
Anton is a doctor, not a farmer.

- And so now I'm the maid.
- Be reasonable, Emmie.

Change the sheets
Do the laundry

Scrub the floors...

It's no use. Emmie will
never agree to sell the farm.

If I could have gotten the cash two
years ago we would be in the city now.

I'm a good doctor. I was
before I came out here.

- What you mean is, before you
married me. - That's not it.

Oh! Salem!

But, how did you... you know...
I thought...

I've been thinking
about you, Britt.

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

Dr. Jenks.

Britt? She's what?

Oh no, Mr. Torens,
come on, come on.

Well, I'll be right over.

- This way. The back bedroom.
- All right.

Mrs. Torens?

Do you mind stepping
out while I examine her?

Well, what was it?

She was strangled.

Strangled? But why?

Why would anyone want
to kill our Britt?

Can't have been
dead very long.

Well, we'd better
take care of your wife.

And then let the police know.

What are all those ties for?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

Somebody been
fooling with your bag?

Emmie's been telling me
to get my ties cleaned,

and damned if I
don't keep forgetting!

That woman! She always
have to have her way, eh.

- Ah, Inspector.
- Find anything?

Strangulation.

- Manual?
- No.

These regular
contusions rule out bare hands.

A stocking, soft cord, or
something like that, I'd say.

- Was she assaulted?
- No.

- Did she put up a fight? - Hard to say.
She was a strong girl.

What's the smell?

It's this chest rub
she's been using.

One of the popular
brands. Oil of peppermint.

- Ah, menthol in fact.
- That's it.

Very funny! A
very funny trick!

- What are you talking about?
- These!

Why put them in my bag?

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

Maybe Emmie does.
Emmie! Emmie, dear!

So you don't know
anything about my instruments?

You didn't take them out of my bag
and stick these in their place?

I did not! Are you insane?

No. But I'm sure that someone in this
house is trying to make it look that way!

Emmie! Em...!

So it's Emmie. It's
Emmie, isn't it?

She's found out.

How could she?

She's acted
strangely for a long time.

She watching.
Everything! Every move!

She keeps bringing up Salem.

Salem this! Salem that!
Salem! Salem! Salem!

Anton, you're upset.

Calm down. Emmie couldn't know

and even if she did she
couldn't do anything about it.

Oh, she could.

Anton, a drunken farmhand
was found killed in the yard!

Salem was found guilty.

The police were satisfied then and no
story of Emmie's is going to change that.

- The parrot could change that.
- The parrot?

The parrot saw it
all and he heard you.

What if he said, "Hit him,
Anton! Hit him, Anton!"

No one pays attention
to what a parrot says.

Emmie would pay good attention to that
and make sure that the police did, too!

No, Emmie can't hurt us now.

Oh yes, she could
and she will try.

Why take my instruments? What
use has she for the morphine?

- Morphine?
- Yes.

Three ampoules of morphine taken out
of my bag, enough to kill a man!

And a hypodermic.

That's easy to find out.

We'll ask her.

If she is asleep, we
could search her room.

Ester!

Oh!

Emmie?

It's your paperweight.

Yes.

Ester!... Ester!

Ester!

Ester!

Get me the police!

Ester! Open the door. Ester!

Ester! Open the door!

Hit him, Anton!
Hit him! Hit him!

- I knew it!
- Hit him Anton!

I knew you would say it!

Shut up! Shut up!

Go!

I'll get you.

Ester! Ester! Ester!

Ester! Es...!

Anton?

Anton?

- Anton, what's the matter?
- Don't!

Listen it was Salem!
Salem killed Emmie!

He didn't touch you?
Didn't hurt you?

Where has he gone?

- Come. Sit down. Sit down here.
- Here?

- He killed Emmie. He killed Emmie.
- It's no use Anton.

Look at this room.
You did it.

- You've completely lost your mind!
- No, listen to me.

Salem was in this
room! He killed Emmie.

Give me the asylum!

Ester, Salem got
back into the asylum!

- He got back in!
- What else did you expect?

But if he can get out of such
a place, why then go back?

Salem was here? You saw him?

You'd better stick to that little
story, it's your only defense.

Defense, what do you mean?

I don't need to defend myself.

Don't... don't you
understand what I'm saying,

Salem was in this house
and he killed Emmie.

Come in, come in please. It's
it's Emmie, my sister in law.

- Where is she?
- She's up here, in her room.

We found her together.

My wife, Mrs. Jenks.
She went down to phone.

Then I saw Salem hiding in
the cupboard, almost naked.

Right here is where he was
standing when I saw him.

Quite mad, quite mad, to
kill an innocent woman.

Uh, did you look
her over, Doctor?

- Why, no. I saw she was dead and - We
didn't think it wise to touch anything

Hit with considerable violence. No motive.
Has to be a maniac.

It must have been a great shock to
you both to discover her like that.

Yes, of course.

And Salem was hiding in
this cupboard, you say?

Yes. Door please.

This is my wife's bedroom.

This is my study.

- Would you mind? - No, no,
no, of course, go ahead.

Ah, the famous ties!

The famous, er...

Oh, no, no. I see, Torens
has told you about them.

So many things have happened that
I quite forgot to mention that.

My bag was rifled and a
handful of ties stuffed inside.

Would you explain that as
the action of a sane man?

They look clean enough to me.

I'm sorry, clean? Oh no,
no, you misunderstood.

Inspector, I had to invent
the story for Mr. Torens.

- After all, everything
was so embarrassing

- I understand, ties
in a medical bag,

- it is embarrassing.
- Yes.

Well, I've seen enough.

- Let's find my assistant and
we'll be off. - All right.

Ester, the
Inspector's leaving now.

I won't trouble you
anymore tonight.

Of course, that business
of the ties reminds me.

It's the morphine and the
hypodermic that's important!

My instruments!

- What happened to them?
- Stolen. Stolen out of my bag!

What could he have
done with them?

Never mind. We'll check
that. Try to find them.

The police doctor and the ambulance
will be here in a minute.

Goodnight, Mrs. Jenks.

Try and get some rest.

Thank you
Inspector, good night.

I think I handled
that rather well.

You talk too much!

What's that, sir?

One of Dr. Jenks' ties.

Menthol!

Uh-huh.

It checks out.

Traces of the same mentholated
substances on the Torens' girl neck.

Uh-huh.

No fingerprints.

This material doesn't
take any the lab said.

Uh...

Excuse me, sir, I can't understand
why you didn't arrest the doctor?

He is our man, it's
as clear as a bell.

You're quite sure of
that, aren't you Carl?

Yes. Well, yes.

Obviously the tie is
the murder weapon.

Well doesn't it all
point to Dr. Jenks?

Yes, it does.
Yes. Very clearly.

The strangest thing of all
is his story about Salem

suddenly turning up in the middle of
the night and killing his own sister.

I had the attendants at the asylum check
and of course Salem hadn't gotten out.

On top of that getting back in again and
neatly locking himself in his cell.

Now why would the doctor
tell such a crazy story?

Yes, why?

Well, it doesn't make sense.

Perhaps it makes, perhaps it
makes a little too much sense.

How's that?

Two murders. First case,

strangulation, weapon silk
tie. Belongs to Dr. Jenks.

Second case. Crushed skull,

heavy paper weight.
Belongs to Dr. Jenks.

Prime suspect, Dr. Jenks.

To neat. To obvious.

Motives unknown.
Possibility, work of a maniac.

Maybe.

Maybe.

But who is the maniac?

Thank you for taking
the time, Dr. Kemp.

No trouble, but I warn
you, it's quite a walk.

Get out? Why yes, very simple.

If he could fly.

Do you think Inspector anybody
could get down these walls?

But one of them broke
out about ten years ago?

That wasn't a break,
Inspector. It was suicide.

That is the
Occupational Therapy room.

It keeps our patients busy.

Salem is the tall
one in the middle.

He did all this?

Yes, in therapy.

A lot of imagination.

Just like Jack and the
beanstalk up there.

Dr. Kemp, how could
Salem get out of here?

Yes, I thought you were
going to get around to that.

Well, it's quite
simple really.

First he'd have to
unlock this door.

But as you can see the
lock is on the outside only.

Well, what about this
letter box arrangement?

That is for trays in
case they're confined.

But look, the panel
opens from the outside.

You couldn't reach through it to
the lock even if it were open

and you're going to have
to have a key to begin with.

I see. Let's assume
the door's left open.

I don't like
careless assumptions.

Let us not base our
hypothesis on my negligence.

I've got to build on
someone's carelessness,

so whether you like it or not, I'm going
to say you slipped up last night.

I'm going to have
that door open.

Now, where would Salem go?

Simple. He comes out into this
corridor and this is where he stops!

Stay here.

This is Doctor Kemp here.

I'm on the Top floor
with the Inspector.

Please close the
doors for a moment.

Thank you.

It's the same on every
wing and every floor.

Nine o'clock we lock up.

Any empty cells. Cells he might
get into and then force a window?

I'm sorry. We've
got a full house.

And stop giving Salem
the whole bunch of keys.

I'll give you his door open.

- But I won't grant he's got round Pop!
- Pop?

Night floor attendant, this
wing. That's his office.

- Right.
- How's that?

- So Pop is bribed!
- Yes. All right.

He's very friendly with Salem.
They do play chess together.

Let us go so far as to say Pop's
even opened the door for him.

Now Pop has done all he can do!
He can't even open the gates.

Salem's on his own.

Remember, it is almost a hundred
feet to the courtyard below.

A visitor for you, Salem.

Can I be alone with him?

Certainly. But don't into a game of
chess with him. You'll never escape!

You're from the
police, aren't you?

I know why you've come.

You're in the awkward position of trying
to get information from a lunatic.

I'm here to talk to
you just the same.

With an eye toward reconsidering
my confinement here?

Possibly.

I like it here. I'm safe...

- From whom?
- Myself.

Would you care for
a game of chess?

I don't play. What
do you mean, yourself?

If I were outside I'd kill people.
My sister, Ester and her husband.

- And how many others?
- No others.

Oh, Emmie was
always kind to me

and generous. She use to
send me home made scones

and things. I'm sorry
she had to find out.

Find out what?

Are you sure you
don't play chess?

Quite sure and I haven't
got all evening, either.

Well neither have I.

What you were sorry
Emmie found out?

She found out I never
did murder that farmhand.

- How do you know? - Well, why
else would Jenks kill her?

I'm not sure he did.

Oh, yes you are. You
just don't know why?

What about the
girl, Britt Torens?

Conscience is a
terrible thing.

Why don't we just stop amusing
ourselves and say what's on our minds?

I've kept it to myself
until now, haven't I?

Britt's dead. So
why bring it up?

I might be able to
get you out of here.

I said I'd kill people.

There's no policeman in the
world who could stop me.

What about Britt?

Miss Torens had a charming
disposition, the local parson said.

She was very popular
among the neighbors.

And her father was
completely heartbroken.

So?

So it would have been cruel of me
to destroy her character in public.

I'm not the public.

I was with Britt Torens at the
time the farmhand was killed.

- Alone?
- Alone.

She could have said that in court and
you would have been proved innocent?

Yes, I think that's the
way it might have gone.

You're a liar, Salem!

Of course I am! There wasn't a
finer girl around than Britt.

I shouldn't have
told you such a thing.

But why didn't you
tell the court?

Although her father
would have disowned her.

I did hope that Britt would walk into
court and speak up of her own accord.

Her failure to do so came as
a, well, as a revelation.

A letdown.

Besides, they'd found my axe
with my finger prints on it,

and blood on the blade,
and motives and reasons.

Didn't I drink too much? Well, you
must know the story, Inspector.

I don't expect you to
prove what I've just said.

I don't expect you to get
me out of here either.

I only hope it'll give you
a little food for thought.

I understand. You expect me
to believe your girlfriend

finally got an
attack of conscience,

went to Jenks and threatened
to expose everything.

Something like that.

Why should she go to
Jenks and not the police?

You're the policeman,
Inspector, you tell me.

Sorry, didn't know
you had a visitor.

Oh, that's all right, Pop. We'll
have plenty of time later.

I'll have a present for you.

- Present?
- Yes.

Later, then.

Just like being
back at school!

We know what
we're doing up here.

I've had a long time to
wonder about the police.

I hope you still hold
us in your esteem.

We appreciate the
patience you've shown.

You shouldn't be sarcastic.

I could kill you with my bare hands
and they'd only put me downstairs.

Yes. This is what they
do to me when I talk

out of turn, Inspector.
How does it feel?

How does it feel? Oh, no,
I'm not going to hurt you.

Don't struggle.

Let me tell you something.

I know a good deal of what
happened over there last night.

We read papers up
here, you see.

I've been thinking a
lot this morning.

So let a madman give you some
intelligent advice, Inspector.

The next man on
Doctor Jenks' list

will undoubtedly be a worthless
lawyer by the name of Clemens.

Do you know what two
years thinking has told me?

Clemens was paid
to change my plea.

Because Ester and Anton
wanted a conviction.

But something has gone
wrong in that house now,

after two years of
watching each other.

They are afraid.

Ester is telling Anton
to kill everyone

whomight bring the trial
into the open again.

And by what preposterous
evidence do you suppose

they will arrange to prove that
I have escaped from this place?

Huh? Well, I don't know.

But you'll believe whatever
it is, and I'm not worried.

But there's one thing I'd like to
know your opinion about, Inspector.

Do you really believe that
anyone would ever return

to this howling prison
after once getting out?

I'd sooner be dead.

- May I get up?
- Why certainly.

Do me one favor, Inspector,

don't think Anton is
insane. I'm the insane one.

You shouldn't
believe a word I've said.

Mr. Clemens
anyone at this hour.

Will you kindly tell
him it's very urgent.

But he's ill. He's
in bed with a fever.

I'm a police Inspector.
It's extremely important.

Oh... Well, all right.

Come in.

You can wait in here.

In the library.

Mrs. Hansen!

Mrs. Hansen!

Who in the devil is ringing
the bell at this late hour?

- It's the police, sir.
- Police?

Do you got a search warrant?

No, sir.

What gives you the right to
nose through my belongings?

Mr. Clemens, have you any reason to
believe someone might want to kill you.

Of course not!

What kind of
balderdash is that?

Is this what you got
me out of bed for?

Tell me what you want
and get out of here.

It has to do with a
trial you're familiar with.

The Salem murder case.

I believe you changed
Salem's plea from not

guilty to guilty by
reason of insanity.

- Certainly. Certainly, I did.
- Why?

Because my first
duty is to my client.

Because I know the difference
between prison for life

and experienced medical
care in a mental institution.

Have you ever
visited the asylum?

What has that got
to do with it?

Because if you had I
don't think you'd be drawing

such a fine distinction
between the two establishments.

What are you driving at?

Mr. Clemens, allowing
for good behavior

what constitutes a life
sentence in prison?

Twenty. Twenty-five years.

And once a man has been
certified criminally insane,

how long do they
put him away for?

Until the qualified authority is convinced
that his sanity has been restored.

Which could mean never.

Please tell me by how much did the
Jenks' increase your fee for switching?

Are you implying
that I was bribed?

No, I never
mentioned the word.

But Salem's sister and the
Toren's girl have been murdered

and Dr. Jenks has made
accusations against Salem.

Why on earth should Jenks' want
to bring up Salem's name now?

Everybody knows
he's been put away.

Because Dr. Jenks
is most anxious

to convince me that Salem
was at his farm last night.

Jenks said that?

But why invent a
story like that?

I can't imagine.

But since you had such a close
understanding with him two years ago,

it occurred to me that you might
be able to explain his behavior.

How dare you! Get out!

Get out!

I really came here to warn
you to take care of yourself.

And I don't mean your cold.

Thank you for the
present Salem.

It's very kind of you.

But, well, well, well...

if that's not the strangest
set of men I've ever seen.

Salem, do you want
to spoil my game?

I can't play with all
those making faces at me!

Nonsense. Pull up your chair.

I'm going to capture
your queen tonight, Pop.

No you're not!

Oh, it's getting on for nine.

I better get closed up
and play through the slot.

Set them up, while I get my stool!
And it's my turn with the white!

I don't know.

Don't go moving your queen prematurely,
Salem. I've warned you about that before.

I want to expose her. I
know what I'm doing.

Have it your own way!

I didn't see that move!

Then why kick up a fuss?

Because that queen of yours keeps
pointing at my knight, that's why!

I can't stand these men!

Salem, I appreciate the trouble you
went to, but I just can't stand them.

Why don't you get
your own set then?

Well, it's really to late
to go changing but...

I just can't play with these.

That knight
wasn't there before!

When we changed boards you...

Pop, you've got to
learn to be a good loser.

It's checkmate in three moves and you
know it, regardless of the queen!

Salem, it's no good!
I'm not enjoying myself!

Because you're losing!

It's to late anyway.
It's lockup time!

Just a moment, Mrs. Hansen.

It's Mister Clemens! Mrs.
Hansen says he's in a bad way!

Whatever it is, tell them I'm making
no calls until after the funeral.

It seems quite urgent.

It might be wise...

- You should go.
- You're right.

Tell her I'll be
over! Right away!

He'll be right over.

Yes.

Good bye.

You'd better forget that
bird. It must have flown away.

I just heard it! I
tell you, I heard it!

We'll look for it later,
dear. It must be in the attic.

Right now I think you
should get over to Clemens.

All right.

The police please.

Like a summer night.

He's been coughing
like that all day.

Clemens, how long have
you been like that?

Mrs. Hansen, I want to
talk to this man alone!

Get him an extra blanket and turn up the
boiler! This place is as cold as a barn!

Don't bother with that stuff, doctor.
I didn't call you for doctoring!

I've been going through some
very interesting files, doctor.

Some of the
evidence and testimony

has taken on a curious light
since the death of Emmie.

I believe you're delirious.

In fact, I'm sure you are!

Yes, I'm delirious just
like the police Inspector.

Yes, he was here!

And I want to know what the devil
you've been telling him about me!

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the murder of
that farmhand two years ago.

That's what I'm talking about!

The murder you
pinned on Salem!

And now you've had the
unmitigated stupidity

to tell the Inspector you
saw him in your house!

Why, you fool, who do you
think is going to believe that?

- I did see him! He was there! - What
do you take the Inspector for?

A nincompoop!

You certainly made the
Inspector suspect Salem!

He suspects him of having information
that'd send you away for life.

He went to the asylum all right.
He went there and found out a lot.

A lot about you and your
wife! Not about me, Jenks!

Why? Because I've got nothing to
do with it and never did have!

And now that he's
making you sweat,

you'd better keep your mouth shut
about the way I defended Salem!

The fee was not
exorbitant, nor was it...

Be quiet now.

I'm going to take your pulse.

What was all the fuss about?

Mr. Clemens' is delirious.

He's within an inch
of double pneumonia.

He's got to stay in bed.

- Will he be all right?
- Yes.

He's recovering from a coughing attack
and I'm going to give him a sedative.

- Bring me a glass of water please.
- Okay.

Thank you. Open
your mouth now.

You'll feel better now.

- Go away. I don't want anything.
- Now come on.

That's right.

He will sleep
through the night.

You shouldn't leave the house.

- If he gets restless, give me a call.
- Thank you.

Come with me into the study and
I will give you a prescription.

And tell you what to
do, and also, what I'd

like him to eat during
the next few days.

Inspector, I'm so
relieved. So terribly relieved!

I was afraid he'd come
back before you came.

You mean the
doctor's gone out? Where?

I made him go. On a call.

It's warmer in the kitchen.

I sent for you because there's
something wrong with my husband.

Something
horribly frightening!

I believe he's insane!

Why do you say
that, Mrs. Jenks.

He actually
believes he saw Salem.

And you don't think he did?

How could he? And now I'm afraid
he's going to try to kill me.

Here, sit down.

Now, why should he
try to kill you?

Why should he wish
to kill your sister?

There was something about
Emmie that no one ever knew.

She and Anton, I mean.

Please, go on, Mrs. Jenks.

Emmie introduced me to Anton.

She was always
getting him over here.

I promise you I had
no idea they were

planning to use me as
soon as I married him

Use you?

Are you suggesting there was something
wrong with the trial two years ago?

Yes.

And what's more, I don't think Salem
is insane, or that he ever was insane.

I believe that Emmie and Anton were
in this kitchen doing something

and that the farmhand came stumbling onto
them and they were forced to kill him.

I believe they moved the body
and put blood on Salem's axe.

That's a very serious
accusation, Mrs. Jenks.

Here in this kitchen.

Hm.

I mean it was scrubbed clean the
night the farmhand was murdered.

Shouldn't you have
mentioned that at the trial?

It just didn't seem
important at the time.

I did ask Emmie about it.

I remember coming in that morning, seeing
the floor all scrubbed and cleaned.

Even under this stove.

- Was she upset?
- Not at all.

She told me she hadn't been
able to sleep the night before

and that she got up to make
herself a cup of hot milk,

and she couldn't stand the
sight of the dirty floor.

Now I wonder what they could have
been up to when a farmhand barges in?

Of course it's only guesswork

and it's pretty late in the
day to comment on a dead case.

I don't think it is
dead, Inspector.

You see, Emmie and
Anton hated Salem.

He didn't let them do
anything with the property.

He didn't care about money and
running things efficiently.

- And Anton did?
- Certainly!

Salem was never practical.

He just sat and drank.

And because he was in control all we could
do is watch the profits go down the drain.

Emmie didn't like it.

And believe me I didn't like it
either, but Emmie took it to heart.

She was a grasping woman.

Always arguing with Salem about selling
this place while prices were high.

Let's get back
to this kitchen.

If you ask me, somebody's been at this
floor with a hatchet and it looks burned!

Exactly! Emmie
handled the insurance!

I see!

They intended to start a fire in here,
burn the place down and collect!

The farmhand came in,
caught them red handed!

So Dr. Jenks goes at him
with... with the hatchet!

My young friend has a
vivid imagination!

But I think he's right!

What in heaven's name is that?

That's the parrot.
That's another thing.

Anton's been
trying to kill it.

Where is it?

I don't know. It got out
the night Emmie was killed.

Anton's terrified by
the bird's voice.

Uh, it might not make
a sound for hours.

You know he's looked through ever
corner of this house like a lunatic.

He even gets up in the
middle of the night...

What's the matter?

That clock doesn't
work. Hasn't for years.

The hands aren't
even connected.

Anton's back!

He... he used the front
door! He's in the house!

Waiting! He's been listening!

- He's going to kill me for
talking to you! - Stop it!

Nobody's going to kill you.

Look around Carl.

Well the birds been here all right.
It's dirtier than the cage.

- It could have started it moving.
- No. No, Anton's back here.

- I know he's back.
- He's not here.

Where did he go?

Where did he go?

The Clemens', an hour ago.

No!... Don't!

Don't!... No!

Put it down. You can run away.

Run, I won't tell
you've been here.

You're here, Salem!

Yes, I'm insane,
Ester. I'm mad!

You made sure of
that, didn't you?

No... I didn't.

It was Anton.

He did all this to you.

I didn't know it
before it was too late.

It was Anton and Emmie.

I know you, Ester.

I've tried to help you
all these years, Salem.

Tried to get you out
of that awful prison.

But Anton hates you.

I understand that
you want to kill him.

But to kill Emmie!

That was a
terrible thing to do.

Poor Salem.

Poor Salem.

I'll help you.

You can still run away.

Just give me the axe and run.

I won't tell anyone.

I always loved you, you know.

Didn't I help you before?

And you love me.

You're my big brother.

So... give it to me.

Give it to me.

Give it to me, now.

Don't be silly.

Don't you understand, I
am trying to help you.

Give it to me now, you idiot!

No!

Aaaaah!

Ester!

Ester!

Ester!

Salem!

No! No! Please!

Don't! Don't!

Don't! No, no, no!

Don't! Don't!

No! No! You can't!

Please! Stop it!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Oh!

Don't! Please!

No! You can't! You can't!

The house is empty, sir.
No sign of Doctor Jenks.

I've seen them hacked to pieces
before, but never like this.

Go away. Let them
know at the station.

Hmm.

Inspector!

Inspector!

Is he gone?

- Inspector. - Who
are you talking about?

- Salem
- Oh, he was here again, was he?

I think he killed Ester
because I heard her

scream and then I didn't
hear her anymore.

So I have to be very careful

because he can get
out. In and out.

I think it's wise to
keep all the doors locked.

And how do you think
he killed Mrs. Jenks?

With the axe, of course.
He had to use the axe.

- To get even.
- To get even.

Yes. We put blood on his axe.

This time he had
to wipe it on me.

He came out to kill Ester and now he's
going back to put the blame on me.

I wish I hadn't
listened to Ester.

To even think of burning this place
down for the money was madness.

And then to...

To kill a person because he -
he because he interrupted us!

"Hit him, Anton!
Hit him!" And I

Tell the sergeant we'll be needing
statements from Jenks and Torens.

What about you?

To the asylum just as
fast as I can make it!

Doctor Kemp here. Open up!

- I'm sorry to give you this trouble.
- No trouble, sir.

- Can I go in please?
- Certainly.

Salem!

Salem come to supper!

Salem!

Salem!

Salem!

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