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(car engines rumbling)

- One and six, how's that?

Thanks.

(Arthur whistling)

(typewriter clacking)
(clerks chattering faintly)

- [Clerk] (chuckles) Which
that's what it is. (laughing)

- Blimey, he's eating
it like chicken bones.

(clerks laughing)

Have you seen it, Mr. Kidd?

- What's that?
- The new Charlie Chaplin,

"The Gold Rush."

He eats his boots. (laughs)

- Here, get it entered up.

- How did we do?

- Six guilty, two got off.

- Indecent exposure?

- [Arthur] He got a month.

- (groans) Sixpence.
(clerk laughs)

- [Clerk] But he was on a bicycle.

(Jack scoffs)
(clerk cackling)

- Come on, you two, break it up.

(man snorts)

(Jack laughing)

What's that?

- Can't you guess, Mr. Kidd?

- It's him?

Oh my God, not again! (sighs)

(Mr. Girdler snorts)

Mr. Girdler, sit down, sit down.

Look, I'm sorry, things
have been very slow.

- Have you got anywhere?

- I'm doing all I can, believe
me, it just takes time.

- Time, it's bloody years. (snorts)

- Getting it changed,
that's the hard part.

Once you're on a war
pension, things are very...

- They don't bloody care.

- It's not that.

- Do you bloody care?

- Yes, of course I care!

- Mr. Kidd, your presence
is requested, quick.

- Right.

Mr. Girdler, as soon as there's any news.

- Do you think there will be?

- Yes, I'll see to it.

Now I've got to leave you.

- Thank you.

- You wanted me, sir?

- Who is this person
with the appalling sniff?

A client of yours?

- Yes, he was gassed.

- What?

- In the trenches, he was in a gas attack,

And he can't help it.

It got worse, so I'm trying
to get him more money.

- Sit down, Mr. Kidd.

Do you see yourself as having
a future with this practice?

A partnership, perhaps, ultimately?

- I hope so, sir.

- Then, sir, you must learn
to take yourself seriously.

I've watched you chattering
with the junior clerks.

That won't do.

- I didn't realise...

- You must cultivate authority.

- I know.

- Take a look at yourself.

What's that on your sleeve, there?

- Ah, uh, that was the baby last night.

I thought she sponged that off.

My wife, that is.

- Mr. Kidd, to have saddled yourself

with a wife and family at
this stage in your career...

You know my opinion, I shan't repeat it.

But now, now I have to trust you

With an important assignment.

- Oh?

- Be assured I'd have dealt with it myself

but for other commitments.

- What is it?

- You know the Drablow estate?

- Well, heard of it.

- It's been my personal
concern, of course.

With this firm for half a century.

Mr. Drablow was a China trader.

He died out East many years ago

And we've looked after things ever since.

Now his widow has just
passed away, aged 72.

Now, I want you to attend the funeral.

- Of course.

- The day after tomorrow.

- Where will it be?

- Ah.
- In London?

- No, it's at a place
called Crythin Gifford,

A little market town on the coast.

You'll go by train, of course.

- I understand.

- No, you don't, not yet.

You're to stay on and clear things up.

Sort out Mrs. Drablow's
effects and any documents,

retrieve all private papers,
whatever they may be,

wherever they may be,

And put the house up for sale.

It should take you about a week.

- A week?

- If you apply yourself.

- Wouldn't it be better if you yourself...

- If I what?

- I mean, you know all this...

- Nothing to do with...

- I simply don't...

- I can't!
- I mean,

the background history...
- Mr. Kidd, I've told you

I can't, I'm needed here.

You can manage.

Just remember that you
represent this firm.

And for the Lord's sake, tidy yourself up.

(bell dings)

(baby crying)

- [Bessie] Oh, there, there now.

Hello, Mr. Kidd.

- Hello, Bessie.

- What a to-do, just listen to her.

Here's Daddy, you can
tell him all about it.

Eddie's been brave.

- Hello, what happened?

- It's all over now, give her to me.

- Bessie pushed me.

- I did not!

- She did.

- It was that naughty wash tub

that bumped poor Eddie.

Finish the nappies.

Through the mangle twice now.

Eddie, let Daddy get his
coat off, there's a good boy.

- Now then, stand up.

That's quite a cut.

- Eddie had iodine on it.

- Iodine.

- (chuckles) Yeah.

Come here, Tup.

I wonder if I've got anything for you.

Let's see.

No, I don't think we'll look
there, have a look in that one.

What's that?

Let me see.

Look!

- Huh, what's that?

It's a kazoo, watch this.

(kazoo humming)

(Stella laughing)
You try it.

(kazoo humming)

♪ Do do do, di di di di ♪

That's good.

Go and show it to your mum, go on.

(kazoo humming)

- Show it to Bessie.

(Arthur chuckles)

(kazoo humming)

What a day!

That Bessie's like having three children

Instead of two, really is.

- Hello, little one, hello.

I've got to go away for a week or two.

- What?

- It's business.

Old Sweetman made it quite clear

It's essential to my advancement.

Oh hell, I don't want to.

Hello. (chuckles)

(brakes squealing)

(brakes hissing)

(conductor shouting)

(whistle blowing)

- Oh, I nearly missed it.

(Sam clears throat)

- Are we far from Crythin
Gifford, do you know?

- I do know, about half an hour.

Excuse me, you dropped this.

- [Arthur] Thank you.

- I couldn't help noticing Mrs. Drablow.

- Yes.

- Don't tell me you're a relative.

- I'm her solicitor.

- Ah.

On the way to the funeral?

- I am.

- You'll be about the
only person there is.

- Well, I gather she
had no immediate family.

- Nor friends.

- An old woman living alone,

You might expect her to
be a bit of a recluse.

- So you might, Mr...?

- My name is Arthur Kidd.

- Sam Toovey.

- You evidently knew her, Mr. Toovey.

- Oh, hardly that, not in recent times.

I had no cause to visit her.

And even if I had.

(train squealing)

- [Man] Crythin Gifford!

Crythin Gifford!

- Thank you.

Is the town far?

- Over there, about half a mile.

You won't mind a bit of a trot.

- [Man] Good night, sir.

- Oh, Mr. Toovey?

- [Sam] Yeah?

- Where can I find a cab?

- Cab, here, this time of night? (laughs)

All right, laddie, come with me.

Evening, Charlie, go round by
the Gifford Arms, will you?

Take Mr. Kidd's case.

- Thank you.

- Go round that way, Mr. Kidd.

It's a decent enough place,
they'll look after you.

Just staying the one night?

- No, longer.

I am to see to the house,
all Mrs. Drablow's things.

- Eel Marsh House?

- Yeah, I expect to be in and
out of there for several days.

- Do you now?

- Mr. Kidd, If you should need anything,

Anything at all, mind,
that's where you can find me.

- Thank you.

- [Sam] Good night.

- Good night, Mr. Toovey.

Thank you.

- Good night, sir.
- Good night.

(patrons chattering faintly)

- It's closing time, sir.

- Ah, my name's Arthur
Kidd, I sent a telegram.

- Oh, right, from London.

Yes, your room's ready.

Albert, here with you!

Dratted boy.

Come over there, will you, buddy?

Albert!

Oh all right, very well,
come on, this way, come on.

Let's go.

There, you'll be warm enough.

Keep the window shut, though.

Keep the frets out.

- Frets?

- Yeah, frets, sea frets, sea mists.

Can be bad this time of year.

They roll up in a minute
out in the marshes.

What you here for, the market?

- I'm a, I'm a solicitor.

- Oh, lawyer, are you?

What is it, farm leases?

- No, it's about a local
lady, a Mrs. Drablow.

- Oh, her.

- She just died.

- I know.

So they sent you here?

- Did you have any dealings?

- No, I didn't know her, I didn't want to.

Now, we got a lot of work to do.

It's market day tomorrow,
that's 40 lunches.

Now, have you ate?

- Uh, not yet, no.
- Ah.

Down in a quarter of an hour, in the bar.

- I've just got a letter to write.

- Quarter of an hour.

Any sign of that, check on it.

- Mr. Kidd, Arnold
Pepperell, excuse my gloves.

- You've been managing things here?

- Yes.

- These are the documents
from Mr. Sweetman.

- Oh, thank you.

If you're ready, I think we should leave.

I trust you are comfortable?

Market day's about our busiest.

- That's all right.

- Noisy, though.
(pigs squealing)

(men chattering faintly)

- [Salesman] Four pounds for a penny.

Tarty apples, you want a tarty
apple (speaking faintly).

(crows cawing)

- Now, Mr. Kidd, Reverend Greet.

- You're a relative?

- Here it comes.

- Solicitor.
(horse hooves clomping)

- Ah.

(Reverend Greet speaking faintly)

Rejoicing which I have

In Christ Jesus our Lord, I die daily.

If, after the manner of men,

I have fought with beasts at Ephesus,

What advantageth it me
if the dead rise not.

Let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die.

Beloved God has a purpose
for all of us in this life,

To which He has sent us.

Sometimes we may find that
purpose hard to discern,

Whether in others or in ourselves.

But the test of our faith in Him is this,

that we should believe that
He will reveal His purpose

in His own good time, whether
in this world or the next,

which is His alone.

So it is not for us, mere mortals,

to seek to fathom the unfathomable,

To know the unknowable.

Only to trust that God in His wisdom

must have a purpose for every
human life that He creates,

or be very sure that He,

That He would not have created it.

So it is with our departed
sister, Alice Drablow.

(solemn music)

For as much as it hath pleased
Almighty God,

of His great mercy, to take unto Himself

the soul of our dear
sister, here departed,

We therefore commit
her body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust.

In the sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to eternal life

through our Lord Jesus Christ,

who shall change the
body of our low estate

that it may be like
unto His glorious body,

according to the mighty working

Whereby He is able to subdue
all things to Himself.

Amen.
(eerie music)

(children chattering)
(children laughing)

- [Arthur] Well, she
had one mourner, anyway.

- [Arnold] I saw no one.

- Oh, she was inside the church,

And then waiting outside.

I thought she looked unwell,
but, but she's there now.

Perhaps somebody ought to
go and have a word with her.

- No, no.

Go away, go away, quick, quick!

Get away from here!

- Mr. Pepperell, what's wrong?

- They shouldn't, shouldn't
shouldn't watch like that.

Must not be allowed,
it's morbid curiosity.

- Are you all right?

- I, I, I have a mind to
speak to the school teacher.

- Look, you frightened
that poor woman away.

- What?

- She's gone.

- Now my office is here.

- How do you feel now?

- Oh, better, thank you.

- Perhaps you should have
a drink of something.

- Mr. Kidd, I have views on liquor.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Take a seat.

So, Eel Marsh House,

Willed to Mrs. Drablow for her lifetime.

- Correct.

- And now it's to be offered for sale?

Oh, I can deal with that.

But as for her personal possessions...

- That's what I'm here for.

I'll sort out all her papers
and make an inventory.

Will you come over with me and show me

Where I can find all...
- No, I can't spare the time.

I have some auctions coming up.

- Ah, if, if you've got
a clerk I could borrow

for a day or two.

- I'm on my own.

I'm not in a big way of business,

Not like your City of London firms.

Now, here are the keys.

I've arranged for a man to
drive you at one o'clock.

His name's Keckwick,
he's quite dependable.

- Um, can't I walk?

- There's no road, Mr. Kidd.

- Then how does one...
- There's just a kind of

Causeway across the marsh, you
can use it only at low tide.

Otherwise it's under water.

- I see.

- Now, Keckwick knows the tides.

You must respect them, Mr.
Kidd, they come in fast.

You could get swept away.

Some people have been.

- Thank you.

(engine rumbling)

- I'll have two yards,
how much will that be?

(patrons chattering faintly)

(metal squealing)
(truck thuds)

- [Man] What's that, you reckon?

- I've hit the blasted corner.

Check the load deck.

Check bearing.

- Ah, now this bunch of white idda...

- [Man] Seems right
enough, far as I can tell.

(patrons speaking faintly)

- Ah ha, here's a real gentleman.

He's gonna buy a big bunch
of my flowers white idda,

make his lady pleased.

Aren't you, dear?

- No, thank you.

- All fast up here.

- [Driver] Make sure now, the offside,

Where we hit, take a look.

- Keep out of it, you, you're
not gonna buy, so clear off.

Oi, you little devil, come back here!

Stop her, get off!

(pig squealing)

- Does it look jammed under here?

- [Driver] No mistake
now, cast them ropes.

He's shifting, get at it, man.

Get the tarpaulin!

- [Man] I can't hold
her, I can't hold her!

- It's not going!

- No, no!
(girl screaming)

(crowd shouting)

- Get back, I say!
- My Lord, oh, my Lord!

(girl screaming)
(crowd chattering)

- [Man] I can't, I can't hold on!

- Help her, help her!
- Leave it sir, it's done for.

- [Man] Ignore it, sir,
it's all going to go!

(logs thudding)
(crowd exclaiming)

- [Driver] She all right?

I'm sorry, the rope must
have snapped on the corner.

(crowd chattering)

- Mr. Sweetman wouldn't approve.

- Huh?

Ah, you did well, lad.

- Well, I had to, nobody else was...

- That log coulda killed you.

- Yes.

- Now, come on, you need a drink.

(eerie music)

How was the funeral?

- Um, over, anyway.

Oh, by the way, you were slightly wrong.

- What about?

- You said there'd be no mourners.

Well, there was one, just one.

- Who was he?

- It was a woman.

- A woman?

- She was a mourner.

I mean, all dressed in black.

- Are you going to the house?

- This afternoon.

Can I get you another?

- Oh no, thank you, lad.

- [Patron] Oh, lovely.

- No, I've got to keep a clear head.

Got deals to settle.

Now, remember what I
said, anything you need.

Thank you, Bill.

- Excuse me, is this place taken?

- Sit you down, boy.

Been a bit of trouble out there today.

- [Hostess] More bread, lads?

- [Arthur] An accident.

- You heard about it?

- [Patron] Yeah, I've
got time for another.

- [Arthur] Yes.

- Some gypsy kid nearly got mashed up.

A fellow pulled her out of it.

- So I believe.

- Should have left well alone.

Too many gipsies around here.

Market day brings 'em in.
(patrons laughing)

- You know him, do you, Sam Toovey?

- A bit.

- He's had a good day,
bought a lot of beasts.

Look at him, that pleased with hisself.

- You don't like him, either?

- Can't match his offers.

You're not from round here.

- No.

- Let me guess, buying
and selling land, maybe?

- Big Sam's your man, greedy for it.

They say he'll have half the county.

- Just a house.

- Where?

- On the marshes.

- Eel Marsh House?

- Yes.

- (laughing) You'll not sell that.

Nobody will have to do with
it, not Big Sam or nobody else.

- Why?

- Pass the salt.
- Okay.

- [Keckwick] Ah, you Mr. Kidd?

- [Arthur] Yes, you're, uh...

- Keckwick.

Up here with you then.

Goon

- [Arthur] Is it far?

- [Keckwick] A mile or so to the causeway.

- [Arthur] How long is the causeway?

- [Keckwick] That depends.

- [Arthur] On what?

- [Keckwick] If there is any.

The tide's in, it ain't there at all.

I kept her going, you know, the old woman.

Twice a week regular, I've gone out.

Sometimes more, if there be special needs.

- [Arthur] Is this it, the causeway?

- [Keckwick] Yeah.

It's got a name.

Nine Lives Causeway they call it.

Like what the cat's got.

It's what you need out here.
(eerie music)

Quiet, boy.

What a fret.

- Sea mist.

- That's a foreigner's name.

- It's so quick.

- That it is.

You go wrong here, and
you're in the marsh.

Then you're done for.

- [Arthur] Have many been lost?

- [Keckwick] Oh, aye.

Quiet, boy.

It needs help, always.

This was her room.

This was her chair.

It was me that found her, when she died.

I found her dead.

Last week that was.

She was just sitting there.

I thought she'd say "Good
morning, Mr. Keckwick,"

but she didn't.

- Is that really electric light?

- Come, I'll show you.

(birds chirping)
(waves crashing)

Here.

Her husband, he must have been
keen on newfangled things.

But he died out foreign.

Mostly she was just a widow.

(machine hissing)

There, now you got electric light.

- Thank you.

- I'll be back before the tide.

Three o'clock, no later.

(eerie music)

(pensive music)

(machine whirring)

(machine whirring)

- This is Arthur Kidd speaking.

I'm in Eel Marsh House among
all Mrs. Drablow's rubbish.

(Arthur whistling)

(machine whirring)

This is Arthur Kidd speaking.

I'm in Eel Marsh House among
all Mrs. Drablow's rubbish.

(Arthur whistling)

(machine whirring)

- [Alice] And I must
remember to ask Keckwick

to bring more of that yellow soap,

So useful for washing the floor.

Last night she did not come
until four in the morning.

Then it was bad, a bad night.

Last night she did not come
until four in the morning.

Then it was bad, a bad night.

(bell chiming)

(gulls crowing)

(horse hooves clomping)

- Keckwick!

Keckwick, I'm here on the
path, I was coming to meet you.

Keckwick!

Keckwick!

Keckwick, I can't see you, where are you?

(horse neighing)

(water splashing)
- No, no, no!

(child screaming)

- [Child] Mummy, mummy, mummy!

(horse hooves clomping)

- [Arthur] Keckwick!

- [Keckwick] Quiet, boy.

Whoa, bit slowed up by the fret.

- I thought you...

- Heard you yelling for me.

Don't worry, I'd not have left you.

Better get in, then.

Walk on.

(children laughing)

Quiet, boy.

Going back again?

- Uh, I'm not sure when.

- Gimme a call, they all know Keckwick.

Walk on.

(bell chiming)

(crows cawing)

(pensive music)

- Edmund Toovey, died 22nd of April, 1910.

Aged four years, always in our hearts.

(dog barking)
(baby crying)

Mr. Toovey, I'm sorry to interrupt.

- Yes, this isn't really a
convenient moment, Mr. Kidd.

We're conducting business.

- How'd you get on?

- I think you may be able to guess.

- I trust you were able to
find the papers you needed

and make a useful start.

- Oh yes.

Mr. Pepperell, I saw her again.

- Who?

- That woman.

And there was more.

- It's all right, it's all right.

- [Arnold] I'm sorry, Mr. Toovey.

- We'll go over these
clauses some other time.

It's a bit late.
- Yes.

- Mr. Kidd, I'd be glad
to offer you supper.

I think you need it.

Throw him down, Mr. Kidd. (chuckles)

- Doesn't he love you?

I've never seen him make
such a fuss of anyone.

He knows your nature, you see?

- What's his name?

- Spider.
- Wasn't that a dreadful name

To put on him, Spider.

It was my husband's idea.

- Well, as a pup he looked like one.

He was little, a little
hairy thing, all legs.

- Oh, (chuckles) look at that.

Do you have children, Mr. Kidd?

- Yes, two.

- Yes, I was sure you did.

(Arthur groans)
(Arthur chuckles)

What are they?

- Boy and girl, three
and, no, four and nought.

- Mm-hm, and what are they called?

- Boy is Eddie, Edward that is,
only we don't call him that.

- And the girl?

- She is Wyn, Wynifred.

She is not quite six months,
so we're just beginning

To get to know her.

She's, she looks a lot like my wife.

I hoped she would.
(bell chiming)

Uh, they drive you mad sometimes.

- Oh yes.

But I, but we weren't
blessed, were we, Sam?

- No, we weren't blessed.

- [Butler] Supper is served.

- [Margaret] Come along, Mr. Kidd.

- Can you guess how much
I've gathered up out there?

Nine farms, big and small,

12,600 acres.

Half a dozen faithful tenants.
God knows how many labourers.

And I'm not gonna stop now.

I've heard it said you'll
own half the county.

- (chuckles) I might at that.

Why do I do it?

- I don't know, why do you?

- I don't know.

No reason, except to go on and on.

Doing it becomes its own reason, you see.

And in the end there's no point at all.

It's like all hobbies,
essentially pointless.

Will you agree, Margaret?

My territorial ambitions
are singularly pointless?

- If you'll excuse me, Mr. Kidd.

I enjoyed meeting you so much.

- Good night, Mrs. Toovey.

- Well, let's talk in there.

- But the worst part, the
hardest to take, that is,

was the noises.

The pony and trap in the
marsh, and the screaming.

- Right, now, I'll be devil's advocate.

Suppose I suggest a perfectly
commonplace explanation.

- You can try.

- There were dense patches of sea fog.

- Yes.

- Now, those can distort sound.

Blanket some off and let others through.

Suppose what you heard was Keckwick's trap

on the far end of the
causeway, on his way back.

- But the screams?

- Sea birds.

- No.

- Ah, you're a townie.

You don't know what a gull can sound like.

They can make cries you'd swear came from,

Say, a cat or a baby.

- I wish I could believe that.

- Do you believe in ghosts?

- Never have.

- [Sam] Why not?

- [Arthur] They were just stories.

- Made up?
- Yes.

- [Sam] So you're a skeptic.

- Well, I was until today.

She was quite real, I felt I could have

walked up to her and touched her.

- Did she see you?

- [Arthur] Eh?

- See you, did she?

Like I'm seeing you now.

- Yes, I'm sure.

It was her eyes.

She wasn't just looking, she was hating.

- You could tell?

- It was somehow like a hunger.

Kind of dreadful mad hunger
that had all turned to hate.

- Against you?

- It felt like that.

There was a sort of power coming from her.

- And that's why you ran.

You were scared.
(bell chiming)

- She neither spoke nor came near me.

If she was able to make me
afraid, well, that was all.

- I'm going back.

- To London?

- No, to the house.

- You shouldn't go there.

- Mr. Toovey, I've been
entrusted with a job,

and I've hardly begun it.

- You shouldn't go there alone.

- I can find no one to go with me.

- No, nobody will.

You're a brave young
fella, and no doubt of it.

But after what you've told me tonight,

You're not brave enough.

Nobody could be.

- Well, if that old woman could
stand it all those years...

- Or perhaps she went out of her mind.

- I'll find out, I want to
hear her voice on the machine.

- Don't do it, Arthur.

- Thank you for a
splendid meal, Mr. Toovey.

It's helped me no end, and
now I must say good night.

- [Sam] You're set on it then.

- [Arthur] I am.

- Out there, on your own?

- If, if I see her again, I
won't be afraid, I promise you.

- Take the dog.

- I'm sorry?

- You'll need a companion.

- But would he come?

- Ask him.

- Would you come, Spider?

(Spider barking)

(chuckles) Good dog.

- A bike?

Oh, I reckon so.

Well, he can have a lend
of it, can't he, Albert?

- Thank you.

And I can take some provisions,
enough for a couple of days.

Bread and a few tins.

- Well, fair enough.

So you'll not be needing the room again?

- Uh, no.

- You'll stay there?

Eel Marsh House?

- I'll say good night, then.

(eerie music)

(gulls crowing)

Come on, Spider, come on, come on.

(whistles) Come on, Spider.

(Spider barks)

(machine hissing)

(eerie music)

Spider, come on.

Come on, what's this, what's this?

Spider, go on.

Good dog, good dog!

(suspenseful music)

(gulls crowing)

(pensive music)

(Spider barking)

(horse hooves clomping)

Go back, go back!

Spider, go back!

(gulls crowing)

(horse hooves clomping)

(horse neighing)

(water splashing)

- No, no, no!
(Spider barking)

(child screaming)

- [Child] Mummy, mummy, mummy!

- It was exactly the
same sequence of sounds

as the previous time.

A pony and trap going into the marsh,

Getting stuck and sinking.

Every detail as if it
was somehow recorded.

Like the machine I'm speaking into now.

It would be a great relief
to know that's all it was.

But the voices, particularly
the child, screaming...

That was two hours ago, and
there's been nothing since.

I'm in the study, I've made
up a bed here and lit a fire.

I'm going to work on now.

The dog is a great comfort.

(Spider barks)

It's all right, Spider,
it's just to keep you warm.

(Spider growls)

(object knocking)

Quiet.

(Spider growls)

Quiet.

(object knocking)

(Spider barks)

What is it, Spider?

(Spider whines)
(object knocking)

(Spider barking)

(eerie music)

(door creaks)
(Arthur gasps)

(suspenseful music)

- [Child] Hello!

(child laughs)

(child giggles)

Hello?

(child giggles)

(suspenseful music)

(machine hissing)

(mysterious whistling)

- Spider, Spider, Spider!

(Arthur whistles)

Spider, Spider, here, boy!

(birds chirping)

(wind howling)

(machine whirring)

The dog is gone.

I've not the slightest doubt

That he was enticed to
his death on the marsh.

Before that, something occurred.

So strange that...

(pensive music)

(gulls crowing)

(Arthur whistling)

Spider!

(horse hooves clomping)

(horse neighing)

(water splashing)
- No, no, no!

(child screaming)

- [Child] Mummy, mummy, mummy!

- Stop it, stop it, stop
it, stop it, stop it!

(Arthur stammering)

(machine whirring)

- [Alice] September the 9th.

Keckwick brought the heavy
cart with things for winter,

oil and coals and food in tins.

He is a good man, and I pay him well, too.

Last night she was troublesome
all about the house.

But I do not mind her.

I will not, I will not.

Last night I was wakened
before my clock struck three.

Much tumult in the other rooms.

I called out using her
name, but no answer.

I think she cannot answer.

When she came last night, I mocked at her.

I will not be feared of my own kin.

- "My own kin."

- [Alice] She has become wicked.

And worse, she has found
ways to make me hear

Their calamity in the marshes.

That poor.

(horse hooves clattering)

(gravel rustling)

(door knocking)

- [Sam] Arthur Kidd, are you in there?

- [Arthur] Oh, thank God!

- You all right?

- I thought you, I keep
hearing it, the drowning,

the drowning...
- Steady, lad!

- I didn't know it was you.

- And I brought the wagonette.

The motor's too heavy for the causeway.

Spider came home.

- You, you mean he is alive?

- He's filthy, half drowned.

Been in the marsh, poor thing.

- He got away!

- So I knew there was trouble.

- Please, come, the study.

- You've been busy.

- I think I found her.

- Who?

- Her, the woman I saw.

That's her, that's what
she must have been once.

- Ah, it's hot in here.

- I know those eyes, I saw them yesterday.

- What else?

- Mrs. Drablow had no children.

Instead, she adopted one.

It's all in here.

Child named as Nathaniel.

Infant son of Janet Goss, spinster.

- Goss.

- Now, who was she?

- You know, don't you?

- "My kin," Mrs. Drablow says here.

- She was the sister.

- A younger sister?

- She had a buntling.

- A what?

- A bastard child.

- They tried to cover it up?

- They had to, respectable people.

We all knew, though.

I was only a lad, but I heard the tale.

Look at them, happy family.

- [Arthur] Not for long.

- Death certificates?

- The same date.

Nathaniel Drablow, adopted
son of Mrs. Alice Drablow,

age six years, death by
suffocation and drowning.

And Janet Goss, spinster, age 35.

In the marsh?

- Yes, had to be.

- What else do people say?

- She tried to get him
back, just for herself.

- Well, she was his mother.

- She was desperate.

She ran about the streets, shouting.

- You saw it.

- Well, at that age, you try not to.

- And in the end, she stole him,

got hold of a pony and
trap, got him into it

Whether he wanted to go or not.

It's what happened, I've heard it.

When he screams for his mother,
who is he screaming for?

Which of them?

- Oh, Lord.

- An accident, was it?

- Have you found everything you want?

- Yeah, yes, it's mostly
rubbish, not all...

- Well, let's pack it up and go.

- Listen to Mrs. Drablow.

- [Alice] Today is the anniversary

of poor Nathaniel's death, and hers.

I will go to the grave and pray,

and hope she will not plague me there

With what she has become, amen.

- "What she has become."

- The inn'll be closed,
they'll all be in bed.

- I found the nursery.

It was locked at first, but
then it wasn't, come and see.

- Now you've been through enough.

- Please, it wasn't anything bad.

(suspenseful music)

- Destruction.

When she is seen

here, in the town, anywhere

what comes of it?

- Haven't you guessed?

- Say it.

- Somehow, a child dies.

Illness or accident.

It follows quick after.

That gypsy child.

- Aye, you saved that one.

But there were others, lots of others.

- Mr. Pepperell?

- Aye, beautiful kiddie she was.

You'll not think it to look at him.

She was five.

- And you?

- Us as well.

Walk on.

Whoa, boy.

Stand, boy, stand.

(door knocking)

- [Arthur] Hello!

- [Sam] Stand, boy.

Freston!

- What's this about, then, who is that?

- I'm sorry to drag you
out of bed, Freston.

- Oh, Mr. Toovey, I'll not
keep you a moment, sir.

Mr. Kidd, you said you'd not be back.

- He's changed his plans.

- Has he, I'm not surprised.

- Have you still got the room?

- Ah, you're in luck, yeah,
I might not have that,

remember that.
- Freston, shut up.

Go and get his things.

- Very well.
- Now, you go

And get some rest.

- (stammers) I don't
know how to thank you.

- Well, don't.

- You probably saved my,
well, my reason, anyway.

If I'd stayed...
- Bed, talk tomorrow.

(pensive music)

(eerie music)

- [Child] Hello?

Hello?

It's for you.

- Where are you?

Who are you?

Nathaniel?

(child giggles)

(woman screeching)

(Arthur screaming)

(ominous music)

- We should know more
when the fever goes down.

- How long?

- It must take its course.

- I...

Sweetman's...

You'll play domino is like.

- Shh.
- The six against the six.

- Quiet...
It's done. (panting)

- She put them like in a box.
- Shh.

- Tell me now (murmuring).

- Calm.

(Arthur murmuring)

(men chattering faintly)
(bell chiming)

(birds chirping)

- Stella.

- Oh, my poor Arthur.
- Stella.

They sent for you.

- They've been so good.

They told me all about it.

- All?

- Well, how you got a chill
out there on the marshes,

and then developed a fever
that turned out to be...

That might have been dangerous.

- How, how long has it been?

- Days.

No, you're not to worry
about anything at all.

The children are fine.

- With Bessie?

- I didn't risk that.

I got my mother to come and stay.

(Arthur sighs)

(door knocking)

- Oh, that's better, that's a lot better.

How are you feeling, lad?

Rotten but alive, eh?

- He's ready for some beef tea.

- My wife will do that.

- I'll ask her.

- She is lovely.

- Thanks for not telling her much.

- Leave it so.

- That night, the woman.

She came for me.

- I wondered.

First, it was the child.

- Then...
- It's over now.

The house burned.

- What?

- It's burned to the ground.

The fire engine came, couldn't get to it.

The tide was in.

- I think I heard.

- I saw it.

- I wonder, I lit, I lit a fire,

There was all those papers.

- Put it out of your mind.

- But if it was what I did?

- There could be other causes.

- Yes.

- It's gone, that's
what matters, all done.

Nothing to sell. (laughs)

Mr. Pepperell's lost his percentage.

Now, back to London the minute you're fit.

(horn honks)

(driver speaking faintly)
- Thank you.

(train whistle blaring)

- Keep in touch.

- I will.

- When he sires more
pups, you shall have one.

I'll send the best in the litter.

(Sam chuckles)
(women chattering faintly)

- All right.

Goodbye, thank you for everything.

- Thank you.
- Goodbye, great pleasure.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.

(whistle blows)

- They're so young.

I pray for them every night.

- Yes, I know you do.

- If I could only believe it was all over.

- It's all done, Margaret.

- [Eddie] Daddy, daddy!

- Hello, Tuppence.

How's the best boy in the world, eh?

You've been good?
- Yeah.

- Have you?
- Yeah.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Thanks for looking after them, Mother.

- Oh, granny's privilege.

- He's absolutely loved it, hasn't he?

- Of course.

Now he's the one who needs looking after.

- Don't worry, I've nagged him enough.

- Come on, sit down.

- Too heavy for me, you are. (groans)

Ooh, dear.

Got anything to say to me?

- Did the see side?

- [Arthur] Did I?

- I told him.

- I suppose I did, I never
thought of it like that.

Guess what I might have in my pocket?

Shall we look in there?

No, that's a watch,
you've seen that before.

What's that?

(Arthur gasps)

Ah, it's a souvenir of St.
Pancras station, that is.

And I'm going to eat them if you don't.

Bessie, what's this, somebody's birthday?

- It's a coming home cake, isn't it?

- Yes.
- Bessie made it.

- Yow.
- Thank you very much, Bessie.

- [Bessie] You're welcome.

- That's just what he
is, very, very welcome.

Isn't he, Wyn?
(Wynifred crying)

- Well, I suppose I'd better cut it.

Anybody got a knife?

(Stella chuckles)

(horse hooves clomping)

- Arthur?

My poor dear.

It's only the milk cart.
(bottles clinking)

Don't go back to the office yet.

- I'd better.

- In a day or two.

- Perhaps in a day or two.

(horse hooves clomping)

Good morning.

- Morning, Mr. Kidd!

- Morning, sir.

- Sorry to hear you got sick.

- Yes, well, all over now.

Anybody waiting?

- No, we didn't make any
appointments for you.

Do look a bit done up, you know.

- Is he in?

- Half past nine, you bet.

(door knocking)

- Come in.

(door clicks)

Mr. Kidd, do take a seat.

- Thank you.

- How are you now?

- Better.

- I shouldn't like to
think you devoted yourself

to the firm's interests

To the point of endangering your health.

- It wasn't a good place.
(phone ringing)

- Those marshy situations never are.

- Just as well you
didn't go yourself, sir.

- I have been there.

- Have you?

- I had to visit Mrs. Drablow

On some minor financial matter.

- You didn't stay there?

- No, why should I?

I take it you're trying to imply

something about the house's reputation.

Well, many old lonely
houses acquire an odd.

You don't have to take it seriously.

- I think you did.

- How dare you?

- I think you let me go
because you were scared.

- Well, that's all water
under the bridge, so to speak.

The house no longer exists.

- It burned.

- Were you there?

- No.

- Nothing, I take it, to do

With your activities in the house?

- I've been assured not.

- I had to ask.

So, now nothing remains

but to check over the
contents of that box.

- Box?

- I think you should do it yourself

just to make sure it's all
there, everything you put in it.

- It's here?

- It was delivered, let me
see, two days ago by rail.

Dispatched from the
place where you stayed,

the Gifford Arms, was it?

It's in your room.

(clerks speaking faintly)

There.

- Yes, that's it.

- Go through it in your own good time.

In a sense, it no longer matters.

The real estate is effectively gone,

and most of the personal
estate along with it.

- Yes.
- Still, you may wish to see

it's all attended to, to
your own satisfaction.

- Yes, I may.

- Now, if you'll excuse me.

(suspenseful music)

(door knocking)

- Excuse me, Mr. Kidd, is it in order

For us to book your appointments?

I mean, will you be in?

- I expect so.

Has anybody inquired?

- Your friend Mr. Girdler, Old Sniffy.

- Oh, dear.

- Oh, and Jack said something, Jack.

Tell him, the one you saw.

- Oh, yeah.

- What?

- Well, it might not have been anybody.

Just hanging about outside.

Not sure whether to come in or not.

- The way some of your clients do.

- (chuckles) They've got
sense, it's going a lot.

The more I see it...

- Jack, what did he say?

- Oh, nothing, it was a she, anyway.

- A woman?

What was she like?

- Oh, I didn't see her face.

But she might have been a widow,
sort of clothes she had on.

- About appointments...

- Just get out!

(horse hooves clomping)

(suspenseful music)

(fire crackling)

(dramatic music)

- [Firefighter] There
you are, sir. The proof.

- Paraffin!

- Yeah, I smelt it straight off.

What the hell were you up to?

- I'll deal with this.

Here, give that to me.

- Oh, evidence.

- Look at that!

- Are you mad?

- I had to burn it all.

- Why?

- You knew, didn't you?

You knew all along, and
you still let me go!

(Sweetman shouting)

- Go, go home and stay there.

Go home!

- Eddie, there's nothing, not today.

- Arthur, come back to bed.

Won't you tell me?

- Hm?

- There are things to
tell me, aren't there?

Let's get away from here.

- When?

- Tomorrow, nothing to
stop us, we'll just go.

(Arthur growls)
(Stella chuckles)

(birds chirping)
(water babbling)

(Stella laughs)

- You'll never make a captain.

- That so?

- Be wonderful.

(groans) Heave!

Heave!

Almost drifted again.

All right, sit down tight. (groans)

Tuppence, eh, you did so, yeah?

- Weird.

(dramatic music)

(branches crackling)

(Stella screaming)

(water splashing)

(solemn music)