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Who's there?

What are you doing there?

- What you doing?
- Looking for something.

A lot of nonsense.

Haven't seen anything, have you?

What do you mean,
"seen anything"?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

Mysterious, aren't you?

Oh, it's you.

Been taking your time,
haven't you?

Your cat's been screaming
her head off for you.

Oh, what's she want now?

- There's trouble for you, me girl.
- Why? What's up?

She's found two broken
cups and saucers

from the best crown derby tea
set buried in the Rose bed.

Ooh, whatever did she say?

Oh, said it didn't matter
and I was to kiss you

and tell you she loved
you all the better for it.

What do you think?

Ooh, what am I going to do?

When did you break them?

Yesterday when you was out.

I don't know what come over me.

I don't know what's come
over you all this week.

Ever since bank holiday,
you've been going about

looking like two penn'orth
of heaven help us,

losing things
and dropping things.

Is that Dora come back?

Dora!

What am I going to do?

Do? Make a clean breast of it.

Tell her if she don't like it,

she can do the other thing.
I would.

Dora, I want you. Dora!

Oh, dear.

Oh, auntie, leave
the poor girl alone.

Leave her alone,
the little sneak thief?

Oh, there you are.

- Did you want me?
- I called you, didn't I?

I suppose you think
the China here

came from the penny bazaar.

Thought if you planted them
in the Rose bed,

I shouldn't be well enough
ever to see them, I suppose?

Well, I have seen.

Oh! That hurts.
Don't be so clumsy.

Do you want to break my arm?

Come, come, Dora,
it isn't as bad as all that.

Not as bad as all that?
It's worse.

What about that chicken
you stole on Monday?

I never stole it.

Well, I don't know
what else you'd call it.

Borrowed it, perhaps?

But auntie, dear, you've been
through all that already.

You keep out of this.

I don't know what's come over
you, I really don't.

Clumsy, thieving, deceitful.

You can leave.

- You're sacked, my girl.
- Oh, mum!

And stop that sniveling
and squeaking!

You'll bring my heart on again.
Go into the kitchen.

Oh, mum, please don't
send me away.

I haven't got a penny,
only what I earn.

If I lose my job here--

You should have thought of
that before you broke my China.

I'm sorry.

I've not been myself
all this week.

Hmm, so I've noticed.

Is anything the matter, Dora?

You're not in
any trouble, are you?

Yes, miss, I am,
in a manner of speaking.

Oh? A man, eh?

So that's the game.
Men, too.

Not men.
Just my friend.

He promised to marry me,
but he keeps

making excuses,
and I know he isn't keen.

Who is he?

A boy I know.
A pageboy at the tallboys.

Good-for-nothing scoundrel.

Oh, no, he isn't!
He's nice, really,

if you know what I mean.

No, I don't.
Where's he come from?

He's sort of Irish, I think.

He's been to sea, too.

He's funny, of course.
Ever so open.

Baby-face, they call him.

Baby-face?

I'd like to give him baby-face.

Oh, mum?
Well, what?

You wouldn't see him, would you?

See him?
Not to tell him off, I don't mean,

but perhaps if you
was to speak to him,

he might see things differently.

He will when I've done with him.

As a matter of fact,
mum, he said he might be

popping in this
morning to see me.

Oh, that's right.

Nothing like visitors
to brighten up your morning, eh?

Send him in when he comes.
I'll deal with him.

Yes, mum.

And mum?

And I'll stop that crown
derby out of your wages.

Oh.
What were you going to say?

Well, I was going to
say I don't know

how to thank you
for your kindness.

There. Done.

How does it feel?

Not much better.
I know it's neuritis.

You know, what you really need
isn't massage, it's exercise.

Your body will--

Don't you dictate
to me about my body.

Nobody here understands my body
or anything else about me.

As for sympathy,

I've forgotten
the meaning of the word.

Too bad.
Well, I'll be getting along.

Might call in on Wednesday,

in case my neuritis
sets in again.

I'll do that, and if paralysis
pops up,

let me know.
Toodle-oo!

That's a nice way
to talk to an invalid.

What do you want?

There's a policeman
at the back door.

A policeman?

He said he was a policeman.

He isn't in his uniform, though.

Said he wants to see you,
very particular.

What about?

I don't know.
Better ask him.

I know my conscience is clear.

I don't know about
other people's, I'm sure.

He's probably come about Dora.

Why? What she's done
is not against the law.

It's human nature.

Where is he?

Coming round to the front door.

Come in.
Thank you.

- Mrs. Bramson?
- Yes?

I'm sorry to break in
on you like this.

My card.

"Criminal investigation
department?"

A purely informal visit,
I assure you.

I don't like having people in
my house that I don't know.

Well, I'm afraid the law
sometimes makes it necessary.

Oh, thank you.

You can go.

I don't want to go.
I want to hear what's up.

Well, as a matter of fact,
I'd like you to stay.

You may be useful.

Any of you may be useful.

Do you live here?

Catch me.

Well, it is a lonely spot,
isn't it?

Long way for you
to walk every day.

I don't walk, I ride a bike.

Oh.

What's the matter?

Well, I just thought
if she walked,

she might have used
some paths around here.

- She might have seen something.
- Something of what?

I'll tell you.
I...

Perhaps I better
introduce myself.

I'm Mrs. Bramson's niece.
I work for her.

Or pretends to.

I see. Thank you.

Well, now, I wonder if any of you

have seen anything in the
least bit out of the ordinary

around here lately.

Anybody call?

Anybody strange wandering
about in the woods?

The only visitors
have been the doctor

and the district nurse.

It's been ever so gay.

Well, miss Grayne's always
moping about the woods.

She may be able to
tell you something.

Yes?

No, no, I haven't seen
anything, I'm afraid.

Oh. Yes, I did see some men
beating the undergrowth.

Yes. I'm coming to that.

What's all this fuss about?

Has there been a
robbery or something?

No. There's a lady missing--
oh?

From the tallboys--
A Mrs. Chalbrook.

Chalbrook? Oh, yes.
Dyed platinum blond.

Widow of a colonel, so she says.

Living alone, so she says.

Always wearing them
fladelaldy openwork stockings.

Fond of a drop, too. That's her.

Do you know her?

Never set eyes on her,

but you know how people talk.

Regular red-hot mama,
from what I'm told.

And what's a red-hot mama?

Don't you ever go
to the pictures?

Well, anyway, she hasn't been
seen since last Monday.

That was bank holiday.

She was given to
walking in the woods

a great deal, in this direction.

She was probably so drunk

she fell flat
and has never come to.

No. We've had the woods
pretty well thrashed.

Those would be the men you saw.

She was a very flashy...

No, she isa flashy
type of woman, I should say,

at least I hope I should say.

What do you mean?
Why do you hope?

You don't mean to say she may...

- May not be alive?
- It's possible.

You'll be saying she's
been murdered next.

Well, that's been known.

A lot of stuff and nonsense--

From a policeman, too.

One would think
you'd been brought up

on detective stories.

Well, I'd be very grateful
to you if you'd all just

keep your eyes and your ears
open, just in case.

Good morning, Mrs. Bramson.

Good-bye.

Good morning, miss, uh...

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Why? What's the matter?
Have you just thought of something?

Oh, no. No.

Then what was it?

You were looking strange,

as if you'd just thought
of something.

No. It's nothing, really.
I was only thinking that...

What?

Well, I often wonder
on a very fine morning

what it will be like
for night to come,

and I never can.

Yet it has to.

Silly.

I should think it was.

No. Go on.

Well, here we all are,

perfectly ordinary
English people.

We woke up this morning thinking,

"here's another day."

We got up, looked at
the weather, talked.

Here we all are still talking.

And all the time...

What?

All the time, there may be

something lying in the woods,

hidden under a bush,

with two feet showing,

perhaps a high heel
catching the sunlight,

with a bird perched
on the end of it.

And the other?

The other's a stocking foot

with blood that's dried
in the stocking.

Somewhere... somewhere
there's a man

walking about and talking

just like us.

And he got up this morning,

and he looked at the weather,

and he killed her.

Well!

Miss Grayne,
you give me the creeps.

I don't think the lady can quite
describe herself as ordinary

after that little
flight of fancy.

I hope she's wrong, anyway,

or it will be a nice little
job of work for us.

Well, now, if anything
funny happens,

just call them up at
Shepperly police station.

Good morning.
Good morning.

Good morning.

Don't bother.
Good morning.

A lot of nonsense.

I wonder.

Of course you wonder.

Anything for a bit of
excitement, I suppose.

If you please, mum.

What? What is it?

If you please, he's here.
Who's here?

My boyf--
gentleman friend from the tallboys.

Bring him in.
I'm ready for him.

I'm going to make that young man
realize what his duty is.

That's what I'm going to do.

Well?

Morning, all.

So you're baby-face.

That's me.

Silly name, isn't it?

I must apologize to all and
sundry for my fancy dress,

but it's my working togs.

I've been on duty
this morning and I--

My hands isn't very clean.

I didn't know it was
going to be a party.

Party?

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

Are you shy with ladies?

Oh, yes.

You don't seem to be
very shy with Dora there.

Well, I--
you, go away.

Yes, mum.

You smoke, I see.

Yes, I--

I am sorry.

Forget my manners in company.

Clumsy in other people's houses.
I am sorry.

Now, then. You know what
I've sent to see you about.

Yes. I think so.

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

Oh, but I am.

Well, then--
what time is it?

About 11:30, I think.

Olivia?

- Yes, auntie?
- You've forgotten again!

What?

My medicine!
It's half an hour late.

I'm so sorry.

You know it doesn't do me any
good unless I take it regularly.

Unless I see to every single
thing myself in this house,

nothing gets done.

Oh, filthy stuff.
Get me a chocolate.

A lot of good you are
to look after an invalid.

You work at the tallboys, don't you?

Yes, miss.

24 hours a day, miss.

Can you tell us anything about
the woman who's been murdered?

You know there's a
Mrs. Chalbrook missing, don't you?

I thought you said something
about a murder.

A lot of nonsense.

We don't know, of course,

but there might have
been a murder.

Yes, there might have been a murder.
Yes.

Have you ever seen her?

Yes, I've seen her.
I've taken drinks

and cigarettes up to her.

What's she like?

What's she like?

She's on the tall side,

thin ankles,
with one of them bracelets

around one of them,

fair hair.

Well, go on.

Her eyebrows, thin,

with a white Mark above them
where they've been pulled out

to be in the fashion.

Her mouth, thin as well,

with red stuff painted 'round it
to make it look more.

You can rub it off, I suppose.

Her neck...
Rather thick.

She laughs a bit loud...

And then stops.

She's very lively.

You can't say I don't keep
my eyes skinned, can you?

Are you always so observant?

With the ladies, you know.

If he weren't so observant,
that Dora wouldn't find herself

in the flummox she is now.

Ha ha!
That's right.

You don't sound very repentant.

Oh, but I am.

What's done is done.

That's my motto, isn't it?

Now, what does that mean?

She's a fine bit of ice
for hot weather, isn't she?

Now, look here, young man, about
Dora. How long have you known her?

Not very long.

The butcher wants pay.
Does he?

He says there's men ferreting
at the bottom of the garden

looking for that Mrs. Chalbrook.
And do you know about it?

Well, they won't ferret long,

not in my pampas grass.

Olivia! She's never there
when I want her.

No, no, no! Leave me alone.

I don't want to be pushed into
the nettles today, thank you.

That's the clumsiest woman
I've ever had in my service!

None of you know how to look
after me or take the slightest...

Won't let me pay the butcher

so I won't know where
you keep your purse,

but I do know, so put that
in your needles and knit it.

They say at the tallboys she's got
enough inside of her purse, too.

Well, nobody's seen it open.

If you have a peep inside, you'll go
down in history, that's what you'll do.

- What ails her?
- Ails her?

She's an invalid, isn't she?

If she's an invalid,
I'm Mickey mouse.

I must get back
to my leg of pork.

What are you doing in my garden?
Come out of there!

You're spoiling my pampas grass.

Who gave you permission
to come in here?

Why, just wait.

Did Mrs. Bramson
call me, do you know?

I'm sorry, miss.
I don't know your name.

Oh.

Here.

That's enough of that from you.

There's not much doing
around here for a girl, is there?

It isn't a very entertaining quarter
of the world for a young lady, is it?

Danny, what did she say?

Oh. Oh, I beg your pardon, miss.

I'm not a snob, but in case
you ever call here again,

I'd like to point out that
though I’m employed by my aunt,

I'm not quite in Dora's position.

Oh, I hope not.

I am going to marry her, though.

I don't believe you.

You don't like me, do you?

No.

Everybody else does.

Your eyes are set
quite far apart,

and your hands are quite good.

I don't really know
what's wrong with you.

You know, I've been
looking at you, too.

You know, it's--I'm sorry.

It's a waste of time
doing your stuff with me.

Are you playing up to Mrs. Bramson?

Playing up?

It just crossed my
mind for a minute.

You stand a very poor chance
there, you know.

What do you bet?

They say they've got permits
to look for that silly woman.

Now, who are they?
I should like to know.

If there's anything
I hate, it's these men

who think they've got authority.

But I don't think they're
quite as bad as men

who think they have, uh, charm.

What did she mean by that?

Well, there's no use thinking
she has any, is there?

Huh!

Now, look here,
young man, about Dora--

Wait a minute.

Wouldn't you be more comfortable
with a pillow behind your back?

I'll get one.
No, no, no. Please don't.

Please don't interfere.
I don't like anybody touching my chair.

That's better, isn't it?
You're looking pale, too.

Pale? Did you say pale?

Washed out.

I said to myself when
I saw you for the first time--

I said, "there is a lady who
has a lot to contend with."

Well, I have. Nobody knows that
better than I do.

I'm sure.

Oh, it must be terrible
to see everybody

striding back and forth
and enjoying everything

and seeing them
tasting the fruits--

Oh, I shouldn't have said that.
I am sorry.

But it's true!

As true as you're my witness,

though nobody else
ever seems to realize--

Now, look here,
young man, about Dora--

Excuse me, ma'am.
Is that your cat?

Yes.

I haven't seen him before.

May I pick him up?

Do you like cats?

I like all animals,

especially cats.

Ah, he is a beauty.

I'll bet he's a good
companion to you, isn't he?

About the only one
in this house who is.

I'm sure. Ah.

Would you mind if I asked
you what your ailments are?

Well...

Hadn't you better sit down?

Thank you, ma'am.

Well, I...

I have the most
terrible palpitations.

Palpitations?

And the way you get about.

Oh?

They're a very bad
thing to have, you know.

Do you realize that 9 women
out of 10 in your condition

would be lying down
and giving way?

- Would they?
- Indeed, they would.

I knew somebody once
who had palpitations.

It was somebody very near to me.

- They're dead now.
- Oh?

My mother, as a matter of fact.

Oh?

I can just remember her.

As a matter of fact...

Yes?

Oh, no. It's a daft thing.

Come, come.
Out with it.

It's just my fancy, I suppose,
but you remind me a bit of her.

Of your mother?

Oh?

I don't like to talk
about my mother.

Makes me feel sort of sad.

She had the same
kind look as you have,

the same eyes, very wide apart,

and the same very good hands.

And the same palpitations?

And the same palpitations.

You don't mind my talking
about your health, do you?

No.

You know, you ought to get used to
letting other people do things for you.

Yes.

You ought to be very careful.

Yes.

You're a strange sort
of boy to be a pageboy.

Am I?

You seem so much too
sensitive and understanding.

Well, I've never
had any advantages,

but I've always tried
to do the right thing.

Well, I think you deserve better.

Talking of the right
thing, what about Dora?

Oh, I'm going to marry her.

You are?

Sure. I'd marry her now,
but with the job I've got,

I can hardly keep myself.

If I could get a job
with a bit more money,

I'd marry her like a shot.

How would you like
to work for me?

- For you?
- Would you like to?

Indeed, I would.

I can't imagine anything
I'd like better

than to live in a
beautiful house like this

with a kind lady,
taking care of her.

Well, well.
We'll see.

Have you got to go back?

No, no, not just yet.

It's my half-day.

Stay to lunch.

Well, I...

- In the kitchen, of course.
- Oh, yes, I know.

There's plenty of
food. Stay to lunch.

That's very kind of you, I...

Isn't there anything
I could do to help a bit?

Take you for a walk?
For a ride in the sunshine?

It's ever so nice out.

Yes. Well...
Well, all right.

You know, I've taken
a liking to you.

That's very kind of you,
Mrs. Bramson.

It's the way you spoke
about your mother.

That's what it was.

Was it?

Yes. It was a very nice
thought of yours.

You could go out
like this every day.

And there's no one who would
sooner wheel you than me.

You're just saying things.

Oh, indeed.

You need a strong chap around
that can take you for walks.

Good morning.
Morning, mum.

What can I do for you?

I want a shawl for an old lady,

something nice, you know,
to keep the draft out.

Yes. I think I know.
About what price?

I don't want a very
expensive one,

but I want a nice one.

Now, here's a very pretty shawl.

This is an angora,

and the price is 15 shillings.

That's a little bit more

than I ought to spend.

I thought about five shillings?

Here's a very pretty little shawl

at five and six.

This is a Shetland.

Ah.

That's nice.

Would you mind putting it on
so I could see how it looks?

Certainly.

Ah. Ah.

That's nice.
I'll take that one.

Well, I think that's the lot,
Mrs. Bramson.

Mind you're not too
easy with these people.

If they haven't paid by
Monday, you slap in a writ.

And don't take any excuses.

Very well. Now, if you'll sign
the receipt for the money.

I'll count it first.

That's a great deal of money for
you to keep loose in the house.

There's 86 pounds there.

Quiet. I'm trying to count.

You've put me out.
What did you say?

Only said it's a lot of money for
you to keep loose in the house.

Keep more than that.
"Put not your trust in banks"

is my motto.

Aren't you ever afraid
of being robbed or burgled?

No, I'm not.

Wasn't there something
in the paper

about a woman having
disappeared around here

and foul play being suspected?

A lot of nonsense.
They put anything in the newspapers.

All the same, I don't
altogether like the idea

of you and Olivia being
here all by yourselves.

That's very considerate
of you, I must say.

But you can put
your mind at rest.

There's a man coming to live here,

so we shall be quite all right,
thank you.

A servant, you mean?

Yes, a servant,
so there's no need to be jealous.

Jealous?

Don't think I don't know

it's Olivia you're
thinking of and not me.

That reminds me,
there's something else

I want to talk to you about.

Olivia?
Yes. How much have I left her?

Left her?
In my will.

You've changed
your will so often,

I really can't say offhand.

Well, I can--200 pounds.

I've been thinking it over, and I've
come to the conclusion it's too much.

I want to cut it in half.

Mrs. Bramson!

What's the matter?

She hasn't any money of her own.

Now, look here, Mr. Laurie.

Are you going to take my instructions
and do as you're told,

or have I got to
get another lawyer?

Of course, if you insist.

I do insist.

Now, if you'll stop talking,

I'll finish counting this money
and you can get back to town.

Oh, it's you.

I've come to take up me residence.

Is the old lady in?

She's always in.

Danny?
Uh-huh?

Did she say anything to you?

Say anything?

Yes, about us, you and me.

Oh, she said she approved.
She gave us her blessing.

Well, then when?

Soon, Dora.
Soon.

There. Now you can show me in.

Well, I like that.

Afternoon, mum.

Oh, it's you, Danny.

All ready to move in.

- Have you brought your luggage?
- Yes, mum. It's in the hall.

Dora will show you your room.

Right you are, mum.

You might give me a hand.

Is that the new servant?

Yes. He's a very nice boy--
very superior.

Hello.
Hello.

I was afraid I was going to
miss seeing you.

Afternoon, miss.
Just moving in.

Good afternoon.

Looks as if we're going on
our holiday, doesn't it?

Ha ha!

Well, you all finished your business?

Yes, I'm just going.
Won't you walk to the car with me?

I'd be glad to.

Good-bye, Mrs. Bramson.

Good-bye, and you do
what I told you.

Who's this chap that's moving in?

He's a boy from the hotel
she's taken a fancy to.

The maid's young man.

Seems a nice, friendly chap.

Do you think so?

Yes. Why?
Don't you?

No, no, I don't.

I think he's common,
insolent, conceited,

and completely double-faced.

I say, that's a bit strong, isn't it?

What's he done to you?

He hasn't done anything to me.

You're on edge.
That's what it is.

Do you wonder?
Living in that house with her?

Has she been awful?

Oh, no worse
than usual, I expect.

Darling, why do you put up with it?

What else can I do?
I have no money, and I--

You know what else you can do.

Uh-uh.

Why not?

Justin, really, not again.

Yes, again and again and again!

Olivia, why not?
Why won't you marry me?

Because... I told you before.
I don't love you that way.

I know, but even if you don't,

wouldn't I be better
than the old lady?

I wouldn't bully you and
treat you like a servant.

You wouldn't have to live here
in the middle of the woods,

where nothing ever happens.

But still, there's a chance
that something might happen.

What?

Why, I don't know,
but... Something.

Oh, I know I'm a fool, Justin,

and you're dear
and sweet and good,

but I--I just want to
wait a little longer.

I know you're going to tell me

that storybook romance
doesn't happen anymore.

Oh, no, I won't.

I know it does happen.

It happened to me
with you, only...

Only what?

Well, it isn't always dressed up
quite as you imagine it.

Why shouldn't Romeo wear tweeds
and come along in a car

instead of leaping
over the balcony?

I found my Juliet
wearing glasses,

sewing, and waiting hand
and foot on an old lady.

I recognized you
almost immediately

as the imprisoned
Princess I had to rescue.

Won't you let me rescue you?

No, not yet, Justin.

I'm sorry, but not yet.

All right.
I shan't give up hope.

- Good-bye for the present, then.
- Good-bye.

Here's the Shepperly advertiser.

Uh, is this your cap?

Yes.

I found it hanging in the hall.

I think perhaps you'd
better keep it in here.

Can you imagine me doing
a thing like that?

Hanging it up just
like I was a visitor.

I am sorry.

Are you all right in here?

It used to be our box room.
I think we've moved everything out.

It's very nice.

I hope I haven't put you
to too much trouble.

I've been hanging up
a couple of pictures

to make it seem more like home.

Oh.

Do you ever go to the movies?

Sometimes.

Real life's better, though.

Oh, Napoleon.

He did things.

Was that your chap?

What? Who?

The fellow who was here just now.

That was Mrs. Bramson's lawyer.

What's she going to law about?

He--he manages her affairs.

Oh, I see.

I thought from the way he looked
at you he was a bit gone on you.

It's rather stuffy in here.

Why don't you open the window?

Here, here.

You know, you wouldn't be
bad-looking without them glasses.

Thank you, but it doesn't interest
me very much what I look like.

Don't you believe it.

- Why do you say that?
- I just think so.

I understand you all right.

Don't you think, young man,
you're rather forgetting your place?

I'm sorry, miss, I'm sure.

When you've finished unpacking,
perhaps you'd better come and see

if there's anything
you can do for Mrs. Bramson.

Where have you been?

Nowhere.

Is there anything in the paper?

A lot of sensational rubbish
about that chalbrook woman.

I can't read it.

It's a bit of a thrill
for a small place like this.

Have they found any clues?

"A keeper in
the Shepperly woods reported

"that on the night in question,
about 2:00 in the morning,

"he heard someone moving
mysteriously in the woods

"and whistling
mighty Lak' a Rose.

Inquiries are being pursued."

That shows how hard up they
are for something to print.

Mighty Lak' a Rose, indeed!

Never heard such rubbish
in all me life.

All settled and at home.

- Can I be of service?
- Silly boy.

- What's that you're hiding?
- It's nothing.

- But what is it?
- It's a silly idea.

Come, come.
What is it?

It's just something
I brought along

that I thought you might like.

It's a shawl.

'Twas my mother's,
as a matter of fact.

I thought I'd like to see you wear it,
if you didn't mind.

Danny, that's a very sweet thought.

Can I put it on for you?

Yes.

I've always kept it.

It's the only thing of
my mother's I've got left.

Now that I see you
wearing it like that,

it's almost as if herself
were sitting there.

Wait a minute.

What is it?

It's not quite straight.

Straight?

There.

Wheel me over to the mirror.
Let me see it.

Right you are.

There you are.
How do you like yourself?

That's very pretty.
Thank you.

You are a good boy.

Now I think it's time for my nap.

Shall I take you in?

It's all right.
I'll do it myself.

Where do we go now?

In there.

This chair works very stiff.

It must be very hard for you
pushing yourself about in it.

I could fix it in a jiffy
if I had some oil.

There's some in the kitchen.

Good. Where do you want to go?

Do you think you can
help me onto the bed?

Sure, I can.

You be very careful of me.

I'll treat you like
you was made of glass.

That's it.
That's better, isn't it?

Ahh, that's fine.

Now, just while you're getting
your spot of shuteye,

I'll take that chair
in the other room

and have it right
in half a minute.

Thank you.

Is that all right?

Yes, it's very nice.
It's very nice.

Why, what are you looking at?

I was looking at your room.

I hadn't seen it before.

Very pretty room.

Yes, very pretty.

That's a beautiful picture.

Beautiful.

Well, pleasant dreams
and sweet repose.

Half the bed and all the clothes.

Silly boy.

Good night.

Silly boy.

You agree with me now, don't you?

You don't like
my being here, do you?

It doesn't make the least
difference whether I like it or not.

As I told you before,
I'm really a servant here myself.

Not a very ordinary servant,
though, are you?

No, I suppose not.

Neither am I.

Ha ha ha!

Go on, Danny.
Tell us some more.

Well, that was when
I rode the hounds

and had me own pack.

Before you went up in the world
and become a pageboy, I suppose.

You know how that happened?

Danny told us about his uncle
dying, leaving him a fortune.

How much was it?

10,000 quid.

It was 5,000 when
I last heard it.

And you got through it
all in three months?

Uh-huh.

What did you spend it on?

Champagne, jewels,

a villa on the riviera.

Then you went to sea?

Sailed twice around
the cape of good hope

before the mast.

I must take these...

Madame Olga's dream book.

"To dream of spiders
means danger is approach--"

Daft.

I did dream of
spiders last night--

Hundreds of them.

I should say danger
was approaching, too,

if you go on like that.

Has he said any more
about marrying you?

Not since the day
he moved in here.

That's a whole week now.

She hasn't brought
it up again, either.

Seems like it slipped their memory.

Then you didn't ought to let him
kiss you, not in front of me, anyway.

I never let my husband kiss me in front of
other people till after we was married.

Then he didn't want to.

Hark at that.

He's turned the old place into a
regular circus, that's what he's done.

He'll have the old girl doing a rumba
before we know where we are.

Imagine my coming in here
with my overalls on.

I am sorry.

It's all right.
I got me trousers on.

I'm sorry.
Is my cigarette annoying you?

Oh, not at all.
I like it.

Oh, I'm sorry, pussy.

Here, come here, puss.

Here, come to Danny.

It won't come out.

Oh, look.
Right there!

Over here.

I saw that.

Leave me alone
and don't interfere.

Here, here.

Look. That...

Oh...

- And that...
- Oh, yes.

And that.

Oh, yes, of course.

Thank you, dear.
Thank you.

Ahem.

- Cigarette bother you?
- No, dear, not a bit. Of course not.

I think it's coming out.

Aha!

Oh, Danny, you never forget.

Very different from other
people who never remember.

Here. How do you like
that for a steady hand?

Oh, yes, Danny.

A nice chocolate to take
the taste out of your mouth.

Ugh!
Tastes nasty.

The grocer said there
were 2 gallons of kerosene

delivered and not paid for.

And they won't be paid for, either,
not if I have to go to law about it.

The amount of kerosene that
man pretends we use here!

You would think we drank it.

I wish you'd take your papers
into the other room.

A... sonnet.

"The flame of passion
is not red, but white.

Not quick, but slow..."

Give me that, please.

What is it?

It's a poem.

Let me see it.

It's only nonsense,
auntie. Really.

I'm sure it is by the sound of it,
but I can see it, can't I?

Danny, give it to me.

Writing poetry, indeed.

That's a hobby
and a half, I must say.

What do you know
about passion, anyway?

Not very much.

So I should think.

I like a bit of
poetry myself, I do,

but I don't see how you think
of those things, I really don't.

She is a dark horse, isn't she?

Writing poetry.
Did you ever hear of such nonsense?

Oh, I daresay she's a bit--

A bit re...
Repressed.

Come on, now.
It's time for your walk.

Oh, Danny, dear.

I've got your hat and
your shawl in the hall.

Have you got my pills
and the chocolates?

And the chocolates.

Here you are, madam.
Every wish anticipated.

My hat's in the hall.

Hat's in the hall.

Yes. Well, is it cold out?

- There you are.
- And me shawl.

And your shawl.

You put it on.

And my hat.
Here we go.

There. Isn't it beautiful?

Look at the flowers
growing like mad,

the trees showing off
like peacocks,

and the birds
singing their hearts out.

Look at that.

Mother and child,
both doing well.

What do you think of him?

Danny?

Oh, he's all right.
Bit of a mystery.

You think that, too?

Terrible liar, of course,
but then, a lot of us are.

No more than that, eh?

What do you mean?

There's something more
the matter with him,

something he's hiding.

What?

I don't know for sure.

Is Dora about?
Oh, Dora!

She won't know anything.

She's as half-witted
as she is lazy.

She'd cut her nose off
to stop the dustbin smelling

sooner than empty it, she would.

Did anyone say Dora?

What do you know
about Danny? His past, I mean.

Only what he's told me, miss.
It's ever so romantic.

Oh, yes, I'm sure.

- Do you trust him, Dora?
- I don't quite know, miss.

Sometimes I do,
and sometimes I don't.

Oh, he's all right.
He cracks hisself up,

pretends he don't
care a tuppence,

but all the time,

he's got an eye
on what you're thinking of him,

if you know what I mean.

Yes, yes, I do.

That incredible vanity.

They always have it, always.

Who?

Murderers.

Miss Grayne.

You mean this woman
they're looking for?

Oh, miss, you can't!

Doesn't seem possible, does it?

Yet murder's a thing that
doesn't seem possible either.

Just something you read
about in the papers.

Can't touch us, but it can.

It's here, all about us,

in that forest, in this house.

We're living with it.
We're...

I'm going to look
through his things.

Will you help me?

Me? All right.

They're all empty.

Perhaps he hasn't unpacked.

But he's been here almost a week.

Where does he keep his luggage?

Oh, here we are.

Open it up.

See? He hasn't unpacked.

That's extraordinary to begin with.

Dirty shirt--

A pair of socks,
three handkerchiefs,

and razor blades.

Here's a pocketbook.

Got a letter in it.

Oh, we can't read his letters.

Why not?
Don't be silly.

His wife will do it to him
hundreds of times.

Oh, what a niff!

"Dear baby-face, my own."

Signed "lil."

What awful writing.

"Next time you strike Newcastle,

O.K. By me, baby."

Ooh!

Another servant girl, I expect.

I'm sorry, Dora.

O.K.

Bus ticket.
Some snapshots.

Oh! Look at her!

The impudence, being taken
in a bathing suit!

What's that group?

Look, look!
There she is.

The woman who's missing.

Don't you remember that
photograph in the paper?

It's awful to think
she may be dead.

Looks ever so...
Mmm, don't she?

There was another bag, wasn't there?

Yes.

This.

And this.

Old-fashioned, isn't it?

Got it from the box room
at the tallboys, I should think.

Too heavy for a hat.

Looks extraordinary, doesn't it?

What is it, miss?

I was just thinking...

Supposing there's
something inside of it.

I left the old lady's pills in
the pocket of my other coat.

Silly of me, wasn't it?

May I have it back, please?

It's the only one I've got.

How did you like the letter?

Letter?

You've got it in your hand.

Means well, lil does.

But we had a row.

She would spy on me.

If there's anything I hate,
it's a spy.

Don't you agree?

I'd sooner have
anything than a spy.

Bar a murderer, of course.

What did you say?

I said, bar a murderer, of course.

Talking of murder,

do you know anything of
Mrs. Chalbrook's whereabouts

at the present moment?

Mrs. Who?

You're not going to pretend
you've never even heard of her?

Oh, Mrs. Chalbrook's whereabouts!

I thought you said
Mrs. Chalbrookswear.

I am sorry.
It was silly of me.

I couldn't think. I...

Well?

I have nothing to go on,

but I think she's been murdered.

Oh.

Who by?

Danny! Danny!

Ha ha! The old lady's
getting impatient.

Excuse me.

Miss, you can't think that!

I'd sooner suspect
me unborn child.

You don't really think
he did it, do you?

Do you?

I don't know.

So I closed the door very quickly
and I said, "I am sorry, sir,"

so that she wouldn't
think that I knew

there was a woman in there.

Oh, Danny, you'll be
the death of me.

The things you say!

I think it's time I went in
and had my 40 winks.

40 winks, ma'am,
or 50 if you like.

You oughtn't make me laugh.

There's always my heart.

You've lost your heart

to the little fellow
who pushes your pram.

Pram!

Stop that noise.

I want to go to sleep.

Did you do it?

I told you you'd be better-looking
without them glasses.

I don't know what you mean.

Don't you?

Aah! Clumsy.

I am sorry.

You're very conceited, aren't you?

Yes.

You're acting all the time, too,
aren't you?

Acting? Acting what?

Look how I can look you in the eye.

I can stare you down.

I have a theory it's the criminals
who can look you in the eye.

The honest ones
blush and look away.

Oh?

It's a very blank look,
though, isn't it?

Is it?

You are acting all the time,
aren't you?

Yes!

What are you like
when you stop acting?

I don't know,
it's so long since I stopped.

- But when you're alone--
- Then I act more than ever.

Why?

I don't know.
Because I like it. I...

Just for a change,
suppose you let me

ask you a question or two.

Just for a change.

Why can't you take a bit of
interest in some other body but me?

But I'm not interested in you,

only you don't talk.

That's bound to make people wonder.

Wonder what?

What you're thinking.

Ha ha!
You'd be surprised.

I wonder if I would.

I think I can diagnose you all right.

Carry on.

You haven't any feelings at all.

You live in a world of your own,
of your own imagination.

I don't know whether
I understand you very well,

not being so very literary.

You understand me perfectly.

Do you still think there's
been a bit of dirty work?

Oh, I don't know.

Disappointed?

What on earth do you mean?
Why should I be disappointed?

A bit of excitement
in a place like this

where nothing ever happens,
wouldn't it?

Well, if there has been a murder,
it won't go undiscovered long.

What makes you say that?

They never do.

They always make one mistake.

Ha ha! That's what you think.

What about those
you don't know about?

What about the ones who
do it and get away with it?

Those are the clever ones--

Fool the police and everybody.

You take this woman.

She's been missing now for
two weeks, hasn't she?

They haven't found her yet,
have they?

What was that?

It's Dora.
She's fainted!

I think...

I think they've found something!

Excuse me. Might I use
your telephone? It's urgent!

Certainly.

It's right here.

Thank you, miss.

Shepperly 13.

What is it?
What's happened?

I'd rather not say till
I've got through,

if you don't mind.

Shepperly police station.

Who's that?

This is Fred Gaston.
We've found her.

Yes. Right across
from Rose briars.

Well--
well, not all of it.

Well, sir, the head's missing.

Right you are, sir.

Thank you. Sorry to
have troubled you.

Did you hear that?

Where are you going?

Going to have a look.

Coming?

I want keystone 2348.

Yes, please.

What have you found over there?

Have a look.

What's going on?

Hello? Is Justin Laurie
there, please?

Oh, is that you, Mrs. Laurie?

This is Olivia Grayne.

Yes. Is Justin in, please?

Oh... do you know where he is?

I see.
No. Thank you very much.

It's all right.

It's quite all right.
Thank you.

- What are you doing here?
- I've got to see you, talk to you.

Is anything the matter?
You look so strange. Where's your hat?

Can't we go somewhere,
somewhere we can talk?

Yes. Come over here.

Hard luck, Laurie.
Good show.

Olivia, what is it?

Darling, tell me.

My dear, your hands are like ice!

- Justin, they've found her.
- Found whom?

The missing woman.
She's been murdered.

They found the body in
the woods near our house.

Olivia!

That's not all.
There's more to it than that. Her--

But who?

I don't know.
I don't know.

I just came running here to you.

My poor darling.
How horrible for you.

- Have they no idea?
- I don't think so. None.

You can't go back there.

Oh, no. No, I can't.

They're drawing stumps
in half an hour.

I'll take you to town, to mother's.
You can stay with us.

Oh, may I?

Of course you may,
as long as you like.

Forever, if you want to.

Oh, Justin, you're very good to me.

I'm only sorry it's a thing like
this that gives me a chance to be.

I do love you so, Olivia.

You know, I've never seen you
without your glasses before.

You're very beautiful.

Suppose I give mother a call
and tell her to expect you?

No. No, don't.

Why not?

I can't come.
I must go back.

But why?

Well, I--I can't leave
Mrs. Bramson there alone.

She's got what's-his-name,
that boy, hasn't she?

He's all right, isn't he?

Oh, yes, he's all right.
He--well, I mean,

running away like this,
they might think I did it.

You? Olivia, darling,
don't be ridiculous.

It couldn't have been
anyone in your house.

No, that's right.
It couldn't have been could it?

There's something more
behind all this. What is it?

Oh, no.
It's nothing, really.

I shouldn't have come
running off to you like this.

I lost my head, that's all.
I'll be all right now.

Take no notice of me.
Tell me all about the match.

That was a good boundary you hit.
How many was that?

- Six.
- Oh... that's fine.

That's fine.

Move over there while
I get this picture.

Now, young man,

you came over here
the day after I saw you

at the tallboys.
Is that right?

That's right, sir.

You never told me you were
thinking of making a change.

I didn't know it myself, sir.

That was the first day
I called here,

and Mrs. Bramson asked me
to come and work for her.

- Did you know him before?
- No.

Take up any references?

I didn't need any references.
I talked to him.

That's enough for me.
What are you trying to suggest?

Oh, nothing, nothing...

Only it seems an odd
coincidence--

Nothing odd about it.

The boy came to see my maid.
They're going to be married.

Oh.

First I've heard of that.

That's good news, anyhow.

Oh, it's awful. Awful!
Asking all those questions.

I'm not going to
stay here anymore.

If you run away now,
they'll think you did it.

I never thought of that.

They'd set the bloodhounds
on you, that's what they'd do.

Oh, dear!
I never thought I'd get mixed up

with anything like this.

This is a lot nicer place
for me than the hotel,

what with Dora being here

and Mrs. Bramson being
like a mother to me.

Yes, yes, I see.

All right, then.
At least you didn't make

any mystery about your movements.

Oh, there you are.

Where have you been
all the afternoon?

Good afternoon, miss Grayne.

We were wondering
what had happened to you.

We was getting quite
worried, we was.

- Where have you been?
- Nowhere.

I'll have to ask you
the same question, miss Grayne.

I'm sorry, inspector, but I...

I've been to see
a friend of mine.

You know what's been happening
around here, don't you?

Yes, I do.

You were here when it
happened, so Danny tells me.

Then you rushed out
to see a friend of yours.

It's true, inspector.

I was here when it happened,
but I-- I lost my head.

I couldn't stay here.
I just ran.

Who is this friend of yours?

Uh, Mr. Laurie.
Mrs. Bramson's lawyer.

Oh, a lawyer.

Yes, but I didn't go
to see him as a lawyer.

He's a friend of mine,
the only friend I've got,

so I went to see him
because I was frightened.

I... I didn't intend
to come back here anymore.

He persuaded you to?

No. He told me not to.

Well, then,
why did you come back?

I realized that I was being
foolish and hysterical,

that I shouldn't leave
Mrs. Bramson alone,

because that would look
as though I-- I don't know.

I was just silly to be frightened,
that's all, so I came back.

Hmph! A likely story.

But it's true, inspector.

You've got to believe that.
It is true.

Yes, I believe you.

I know it doesn't sound
very sensible,

but fear makes people do
silly things sometimes.

I think that will be all
for the present.

I'm sorry to have put you
through all this,

but I'm afraid
it's only the beginning.

I can stand it.

Good. Well, I'll be round again.

Don't you worry, Mrs. Bramson.
We'll get him.

You've been missing
a lot of excitement--

Journalists and photographers.

Mrs. Bramson's had her
picture taken three times.

I want you to get all the
papers in the morning,

and it wouldn't be a bad idea
to get a book to stick them in.

What are you staring
at me like that for?

I honestly believe
you're enjoying it.

How could you?

Oh! Oh, it's you.

What do you want?

- What do you want?
- I heard a noise.

What are you doing?

Making some tea.
I couldn't sleep.

I'm just waiting for the kettle.

Cigarette?

Thank you.

What did you tell that chap
this afternoon?

That they'd found that woman.

Is that all?

Yes... of course that's all.

What else was there to tell?

Nothing...

Nothing.

So you just told him that,

and then you come back.

Why?

- What do you mean, why?
- Why did you come back?

I told you.

I realized I was being
silly to be frightened,

and I thought--

- Why do you shake your head?
- That isn't why you come back.

Do you like that chap?

What do you mean?
Of course I like him.

Why aren't you married, then?

I don't know what right
you have to ask me--

Don't be angry.
I only asked you a civil question.

Why aren't you married?

Hasn't he asked you yet?

Oh, yes.

Yes, he has asked me, but--

There you are. You see?
You don't like him.

And you're right, you know.

He's not the sort
of a chap for you.

You want adventure, don't you?

And it's here--

Here in this house,
here now in this kitchen--

The two of us alone here

at this time of night.

It's exciting, isn't it?

Something that's never
happened to you before,

being alone at this time of
night with a chap like me.

You're not frightened.
You're excited.

I can tell you are.

Your eyes are shining,
you've got color in your cheeks,

and you're beautiful--

The way he's never seen you.

Don't...

Don't!
I'm frightened of you!

And you feel as light as air,

the same as anybody out for the
first time without their overcoat.

You haven't had a drink,
but you feel as if you have.

You never knew there was such
a secret part inside of you.

That's why you come
back this afternoon...

Wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

Danny.

Danny.

Ha!

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

I want you first of all
to note the beauty,

the calm, the solitude
of these surroundings

and then realize that immediately
in front of us lies the spot

where this grisly spectacle
was uncovered

not 100 yards from the Rose-clad,

unsuspecting,
peaceful residence behind us.

Not for one moment
did Mrs. Bramson think--

Mrs. Bramson is the proprietress
of the residence--

- Are you talking about me?
- Oh, good morning, ma'am.

I've brought another party.

Remarkable, isn't it,
the interest shown

in this lugubrious occurrence?

This, ladies and gentlemen,
is Mrs. Bramson,

of whom I was telling you.

How do you do?

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

Nasty thing to have turn up

almost on your own
doorstep, ain't it?

Would you mind if I was
to take a picture of you?

Oh, not at all!

Is my hat on straight?

Oh, and this young gentleman,

now employed by Mrs. Bramson

as personal attendant
and bodyguard,

was formerly a pageboy
at the tallboys hotel

at the very moment
the unfortunate victim

of this outrage disappeared.

Shh!

Now, ladies and gentlemen...

Will you give me your autograph?

If you will draw a little closer,

you will perceive the exact spot

where the body was uncovered.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the exact spot.

Here, who you shoving?

A little orderliness
is what we want.

They say it was horrible
how they found her.

The moment I heard
she was missing,

I said, "search the forest.

She's been murdered."
That's what I said.

You could have knocked
me down with a feather.

Grisly--that's what it was.

There's only one word
for it--grisly.

I told my poor old mother all
about it when I got home at night,

and that's what she said.

"How grisly, Emaline.
How grisly."

Good-bye.

- Good-bye!
- Good-bye!

Dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

I feel dead.

Don't be a silly old woman.

You don't look a day over 40.

After I've made you
a nice cup of tea,

you'll be 25 in the sun

and 18 with your
back to the light.

So consider yourself lucky.

Danny, you are a terror!

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

What an afternoon.

I noticed a slight falling-off
in attendance today.

Sunday, I guess.

Danny, you mustn't
talk like that.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

There you are.

Will you take my hat, dear?

Right you are, mum.

And my cape.
Don't you call me mum!

If I can't call you mum,
what can I call you?

If you're very good,
I might let you call me... Mother.

O.K., mother o' mine!

Ha ha ha!

Oh, Danny, you are a terror!

He's been acting like
this all the afternoon.

- Has he?
- I'll go make some tea.

Mrs. Terence will get it.

Mrs. Terence is entertaining
visitors at the scene of the crime.

Besides, Mrs. Terence can't make tea
the way I can. I'm an old sailor.

I'm afraid I'm not much interested.

I'll go and see if
she's put the kettle on.

Now look here,
you're downright rude to that boy.

What have you got against him?

His manner.
His familiarity.

His manner's a great deal
more cheerful than yours is!

He's been in rare spirits
all the afternoon.

Whiskey, if my sense
of smell doesn't deceive me.

Whiskey?
That's a libel!

The boy's a teetotaler.

Auntie, how do you know that?

He told me so.

And of course you believe
everything he tells you.

You're jealous of him, my girl,
that's what you are.

I know human nature.

I know that boy's got
a beautiful character.

Look at the way
the cat's taken to him.

Animals and young children
know about people.

Here you are--a nice cup
of tea with two lumps

and some of the
little cakes you like.

Thank you, dear.

Danny... let me smell your breath.

Clean as a whistle.
Smells of peppermint.

Oh. There's some in the kitchen.

"The murderer committed
the crime in the forest,

"probably under cover of night.

"The body was nude.

Attempts had been made to... To--"

"turn to foot of next column."

"Attempts had been made

"to era-eradicate fingerprints
with a knife,

"possibly a butcher's knife,

which was--"

What's the matter?

I forgot it was sunday.

They're going to church
down in the villages,

all got up in their sunday best,

and the organ is playing,
and the windows are shining--

Shining on holy things,

because holy things
isn't afraid of the daylight.

Why, Danny, what--

But all the time, the daylight's
moving across the floor.

By the end of the sermon,
the air in the church is turning gray,

and the people isn't able to think
of holy things so much anymore,

but only of the terrible things
that's going on outside,

because they know
it's still daylight.

Everything is ordinary and quiet,

and today is the same
as all the other days,

and it'll come to an end...

And it'll be night.

Why, Danny!
You ought to have been a preacher.

Ha ha ha!

I think I'll go and have
my nap before supper.

Olivia, take this.
Will you wheel me in?

Anything you say, mother o' mine.
Anything you say.

I never knew you had
so many words in you.

I speechify like
anything when I'm roused.

I used to go to sunday school,
and words popped into my head.

Here now, put your arms
around little Danny.

There you are.

Now, what am I going to do
with this bundle of rubbish?

There you are.
Lie down now.

There. Your feet up,
and I'll get your pillow.

Thank you.

I'll undo your bib and Tucker.

Thank you, Danny.

My, you are thoughtful, Danny.

What is that you wear
around your neck-- a locket?

It's a key.

The key to your heart?

I ought to have that.

Don't be silly.
It's the safe key.

I always wear it around my neck.

You're quite right.
You never know.

Here, let me take your shoes off.

There's one, and there's two.

Now this little pig
went to market...

Don't be silly!

This pig had roast beef.

This little pig had none.

This pig went "wee wee
wee" all the way home!

You'll be the death of me.

We'll cover you all up.

Now, quiet.
You want to sleep.

Quiet. That's fine.
No noise.

Ah, that's enough.
Good night.

Good night.

Can I have a read of that?

If you like.

It's interesting,
all this, isn't it?

You have been drinking,
haven't you?

You don't miss much, do you?

No.

I've had a drink...
And I feel fine.

Do you want me to read to you?

I'd rather talk.

Carry on.

I'd rather ask you
a few questions.

Carry on.

Are you sure you were
ever a sailor?

Are you sure you weren't
a butcher?

Aw, talking's daft.
Doing's the thing.

You can talk, too.

Yes, I can.

Did you hear me just now?

She's right, you know.

I should have been a preacher.

I can remember when I was a kid

sitting in sunday school

with my mother alongside of me,

and her pointing at the
pulpit and then at me

as if to say,
"that's the place for you."

I never forgot that.

And I don't believe a word of it.

Neither do I, but it sounds
wonderful, doesn't it?

I can't remember my mother,

and I never had a father.

And the first thing
I remember is the docks.

And you're the first woman
I ever told that to,

so you can compliment yourself...

Or the drink.

I think it's the drink.

You do live in your own
imagination, don't you?

Yes. It's the only way to bear with
the awful things you have to do.

What awful things?

Well...

I haven't had as much
to drink as that.

This is no sort of a life for you.

What is there to it?

Tell me that.

What is there to it?

Getting up every morning
at 7:00,

washing my stockings,
mending them,

having breakfast with a
bad-tempered old woman,

spending the rest of the day
in this dreary house with her,

going to bed every night
at 10:30--

- Don't you like the old lady?
- I could kill her.

No, you couldn't.

Not many people has it
in them to kill people.

Oh, no.

Tell me about your life
at the tallboys.

My life?

Well, the day didn't
start off so good,

with a lot of stuck-up
boots to clean

and a lot of dirty
spoons to Polish

that had been in the
mouths of gaping fools

that looks through me as
though I was a dirty window.

Orders, orders, orders.

Go here, go there, do this,
do that, page. Page!

I'm not a page,
I'm a millionaire!

Everybody's under me.

Just when I think
I've got a bit of peace,

there's somebody nagging,
nagging, at me--

Calls me everything
and screams and screams

till nothing will shut
that mouth, only--

Go on.

Ha ha ha!

I'm too smart for you.

You'd like to know, wouldn't you?

Why would you like to know?
Why are you so interested?

I told you there the other night
in that kitchen, didn't I?

Why were you lying awake that night?

You were awake, too.

Tell me why.
You can't sleep, can you?

You can't sleep!

There's something in the back of
your mind that keeps you awake--

Something you've pushed
into the back of your mind

that you can't do anything
about and never will.

It's a little thing, isn't it?

It's a box.

Only a box!
And it's rather heavy.

The way you was going through
my letters the other day...

I had to laugh.

It's the only thing
that keeps me awake.

I don't know what to do.

Nothing in the world worries me.
Nothing worries me!

Only I can't stand a pair of eyes

staring at me with
no look in them.

And I don't know what to do!

I don't know what to do!

I live by myself. See?

Inside here, and all the rest
of you can go hang...

After I've made use
of you, though.

Nothing's going to
stop me, nothing!

It's all right...

It's all right.

Anybody that's there,
I'll deal with them.

You watch me.

Hello, Dan.
How's things?

- How are you, sir?
- Good afternoon, miss Grayne.

Good afternoon.

We haven't scared you all
out of the house yet, I see.

Not a chance, sir.

No more news for me, I suppose?

I'm afraid not.

Too bad, too bad.

How's the old girl bearing up?

It's been a bit
of a shock for her,

finding the remains of the lady almost
in her garden, as you might say.

Remains of the lady?

I wish you wouldn't talk like that.
I've seen them.

Well, you see, sir, I haven't.

No, thank you.

Dan, I don't mind telling you

that they reckon the
fellow who did this job

was a pretty clever chap.

- You don't say so.
- Yes. Regular film star.

Got in all the papers,
made his name.

If you can make your name

without anybody knowing
what it is, of course.

Yes, of course.

But any really clever murderer

would have taken the
trouble to make sure

that the body couldn't be recognized.

Here we come and
identify it first go.

Do you call that clever?

What do you think?

Well, sir, I’m...
I'm a slow thinker,

but if it was clever to
leave the lady un--un--

Unidentified.

Thank you. To leave the lady
unidentified and not be caught,

hasn't it been more clever

to leave the lady identified
and still not be caught?

Why didn't you sleep in your bed
on the night of the 10th?

What's that, sir?

Why didn't you sleep in your bed
on the night of the murder?

- I did, sir.
- No, you didn't.

Oh, yes, that's right.
Except for about half an hour.

I couldn't sleep for toffee, and
I went up the fire escape onto the roof.

What time was that?

I don't know.
You know how it is.

You wake up in the middle of the night,
you don't know what time it is.

I couldn't sleep when
I was at sea, either.

Why didn't you tell us about your
relations with the deceased woman?

What's that, sir?

Now come along, old chap.

You know you were seen
by two of the maids

talking to her in the shrubbery.

Well?

Oh, sir, it's been on
my conscience ever since.

Oh, then you and she were--

No! Nothing like that.

I avoided her ever after the
first day she stopped me,

but you know how it is--
A lady staying at the hotel

where I was working
and for all I knew, married...

You're only human, aren't you?

When you asked me all
about her at the hotel,

I was frightened to tell
about her stopping me.

Now that I've told you, it's a weight
off my mind you wouldn't believe.

You see, it was the disgust of
almost getting mixed up with her

that was keeping me awake nights.

I see.

Ha! You're a bit of a
milksop, aren't you?

Am I, sir?

Yes. That will be all.
I'll let you off this time.

I'm that relieved.

Don't try and keep anything
from the police another time.

I won't, sir.

Oh, by the way,
there's just one thing--

Just a matter of form.

But if you don't mind, I'll just have
a quick look through your things.

Just a matter
of form, that's all.

Yes, sir.

Well, where do you hang out?

In there. First door on the left.

You can't miss it.

All right. I'll find it.

You can't miss it.

This box is locked.

Have you got the key?

It isn't mine.

Not yours?

- No, sir.
- Whose is it, then?

I don't know.
It isn't mine.

I'm so sorry.
I thought that you'd--

Inspector...

What are you doing with my box?

Your box?

Yes. It has all my letters in it.

But I found it in Dan's room.

That used to be the box room.

Oh, I see.

I think I'll keep it in my wardrobe.
It'll be safer there.

I'm very sorry, miss, I'm sure.

I, uh...

I hope I haven't offended
the young lady.

She'll be all right, sir.

Well, young fellow,
I must be off.

You might tell Mrs. Bramson
I popped in.

I will, sir.

Tell her I hope
she'll soon be better.

I will.
Thank you.

- Good day.
- Good day, sir.

Good...

Danny.

Danny, take this.

That's better.

Makes you feel fine.

It's a silly thing to do.

Proper girl's trick,
fainting like that.

Do something.

I've got to do something.

First thing I do,

I'll relieve you of that hatbox,
if you don't mind.

Do you mind if I go in there?

I don't know
what's the matter with you.

You haven't eaten anything,
either of you.

Well, I'm sorry, auntie.
I'm not hungry.

Neither am I.

Must be them peppermints
I ate before dinner.

Sort of took my appetite away.

They didn't take
your tongue away, did they?

You haven't uttered a word ever
since we've sat down at table.

I am sorry. I have
a sort of a headache.

Headache? Rubbish.

At your age?
It's imagination.

What are we doing sitting here
in the half-light?

It's enough to give anyone
the fidgets.

Turn up the lamp.

And draw the curtains!

No, no, don't.

Why not?

I don't know why not.

It just brings the night nearer,
that's all.

I don't know
what on earth you mean.

Draw the curtains, Danny.

Auntie, will you excuse me?

I want to go to my room.
What for?

I can't sit here any longer.

- You haven't had your pudding yet.
- I don't care for any, thank you.

You can sit and watch us
have it, then.

I'm sorry.
I just can't sit here any longer.

Oh, it's getting quite chilly.

Get me the little shawl
from my room, dear, will you?

The shawl, dear.

I'm sorry, mum.
In the land of nod I was.

- What was it your highness wanted?
- The shawl.

A shawl. No sooner said than done.
Watch me. 1, 2, 3.

Ha ha! Silly boy.
Silly boy.

Where are you off to?

I want keystone 2348.

Who are you telephoning?

Who are you telephoning?

Olivia!

Answer me!

Hello. Is Mr. Justin Laurie there?

Oh, ho.
So that's what it is.

Hello, Justin.

Yes. I've changed my mind.

I'm coming up to town.
Will your mother put me up?

My dear, of course.

What's the matter?
Has anything happened?

Yes, but I can't tell
you about it now.

I'm coming right up.

I'll be there in an hour.
Good-bye, Justin.

Olivia, what is
the meaning of this?

Listen to me.

I thought I was frightened
the other day.

Today, when I saw the
light beginning to fail

and night coming
nearer and nearer,

I felt my fingertips
getting cold,

and I knew for the first time
what real terror was.

I'm not a fool,
and I'm not hysterical,

but I can't tell anymore

what are real things
and what aren't.

The day's over,
and the forest is all about us.

Anything can happen.

You shouldn't stay in
this house tonight, either.

That's very silly of you,

trying to scare an old woman
with a weak heart.

What have you got to be
frightened of?

There's been a murder, you know.
The murderer is still about.

Well, nobody's going to murder you.

Besides, we've got Danny
to look after us.

He's as strong as an ox.

No silly nerves about him.

- Where is he?
- He's getting my shawl.

He's been a long time.

Danny!

Coming, mum, coming!

How are you going to get to town?

Not too frightened to walk
through the forest?

I'd rather spend the night in
the forest than in this house.

That sounds very convincing,
I must say.

Well, you can go,

but I give you fair warning.

When you come back,

I'm not so sure that
I shall answer the door.

Think that over in the morning.

The morning?

Who was that at the door?

My niece--
gone for the night, if you please.

Gone?

For the night?

Would you believe it?
Says she's frightened.

Come along with that shawl, dear.
I'm freezing.

I don't know
what's up with me tonight.

Better have a chocolate.

Come on.

You don't catch me staying
here after dark these days.

Dear, wait for me.

Oh, I'll be back.

Well, I'm on me way rejoicing.

Everybody seems to be going.

What's the matter with you all?

What will you have
for lunch tomorrow?

Lunch tomorrow?
Let me see.

How about a nice little steak
with some baked potatoes?

And some of that nice
roly-poly pudding

with jam on it,
the way you like it?

Yes, I think so. Yes.

I see-- something light.

O.K.

Good night, mum.

This wood is damp.

Better get some kerosene.

Danny, do you think
Olivia is a thief?

I shouldn't be a bit surprised.

What?

Well, her eyes isn't
very wide apart.

My goodness!
My jewelry case!

What a fool I was to let her go!

And my purse is on the table.

If she's taken anything,
I'll have the police after her.

I don't care if she's my niece
or whether she isn't.

I always hated her mother,
and as for her father, he was a...

Aah!

Oh, it's you.

The slightest thing
makes me jump these days.

Are you going now?

Yes. You couldn't
bribe us to stay.

It will be pitch-dark
in half an hour.

I'm not going to ride
through the forest like that.

Why, the murderer may be lurking.

I'll go with you,
only the other way.

You going out?

Yes. I feel funny.
I have all evening.

You can't leave her
here by herself.

She'll scream the place down.

I asked her this very minute,
and she said she wouldn't mind.

Says it will do me good.

She won't hear of me staying.

- There's no good arguing with her.
- You're telling me.

You have a nice,
long walk while you get the chance.

You wait on her too much.

- Good night.
- Well, good night!

Good night, Dora!
See you in the morning!

There's nothing missing.

The cupboard lock's broken.

There are marks all around.

Talking to myself.

Where's that boy--

Oh, getting kerosene, I suppose.

Wish people wouldn't
walk off like that,

leave me high and dry.

Where are my chocolates?

Oh, there they are.

What was that?

Danny?

Danny!

Oh, it was nothing.

Silly.

Oh, the clock.

Danny?

What's that boy doing
in that kitchen?

I've got the jitters.

I've got the jitters.

I've got the jitters, Danny!

Danny?

Danny?

He's gone.

They've all gone!

They've left me here alone!

Oh! Oh! Heaven help
a poor old woman!

Oh, ho ho!

Danny.

Danny!

Danny!

Danny! Danny!

Danny! Danny!

There's something outside.

What shall I do?

What shall I do?
Danny! Danny!

Danny! Danny!
Where are you?

Where are you, Danny?

Danny, there's something outside!

Oh! Oh!
Heaven help me.

Forgive us our trespasses
as we have forgiven...

Danny!
Oh, oh, oh!

It's all right.
It's all right.

It's Danny.
It's all right.

No, no, no.
It's all right.

It's all right.

No, it's all right.
Please, please.

I'll never forgive you, Danny!
Never, never!

Shh.

Shh. It's all right.

Shh. All right.

Now wait a minute.
I've got...

Here you are.
Here you are.

I don't want it!
I don't want any!

Take a little bit.
That's fine.

Make you feel better.

There. I am so sorry.

Dora and Mrs. Terence wanted me

to take them down the main road
because they was frightened.

That's better, isn't it?
There, there.

I don't know yet.
Give me some more.

Yes, here you are.
There.

All alone I was,
alone in the world--

Just an old woman crying
for help, and no answer.

Oh, poor old mum,
crying for Danny.

There. That's better.

There...

Oh, Danny!
Oh, Danny!

The relief when
I saw your face...

Ha ha! I'll bet
you wasn't half-glad.

You're the only one that
understands me, that's what you are.

I don't have to tell you
all I've been through.

I don't have to tell you
about my husband,

how unkind he was.

Ah, yes.
I know.

You know.
You just know.

I know, mum. There.

That's better.
That's better.

Oh, Danny!

Oh, Danny!

Danny, dear, you remember that time

you spoke to me

about my reminding
you of your mother?

I remember.

They can say what they like,
but that was a beautiful thought.

When I think you're
just an ignorant boy,

it's--it's startling.

I shall never forget it--

Not as long as ever I live.

Ah, there, now.
That's better, isn't it?

That's better.

Ahh!

Ah, I want a chocolate now.

A chocolate, a chocolate.

Here you are.

One of the little ones
with the violets on top here.

Here you are.
No, no, no!

Open your mouth, close your eyes,

and see what the queen's
got for you.

Silly boy. Ah...

There. That's better.

No one else
understands me, Danny.

You're the only one

that understands me,
Danny. What are you doing?

Just playing, just playing.

Silly. Great, strong
hands, they are.

You're a pet,

my little chubby-face,

my little baby-face,

my little Danny.

Am I in a draft?

Just a minute.

Just a minute.

I've... got to take care
of myself, haven't I?

You have, you have.

I'd like to get into my chair
now, please.

I'll get your chair.
I'll get your chair.

There you are.

Easy does it.
Easy does it.

That's fine.
There you are.

Time for bye-byes.
Time for bed with you.

You're a sleepy girl tonight.

Sandman's coming for you.

Sandman's coming for you.

♪ Rockaby, baby, in the treetop ♪

♪ When the wind blows ♪

♪ The cradle will rock ♪

♪ When the bough breaks ♪

Shh.

♪ The cradle will fall ♪

♪ And down will come baby ♪

♪ Cradle and all ♪

♪ Rockaby, baby ♪

♪ In the treetop ♪

♪ When the wind blows ♪

♪ The cradle will rock ♪

♪ When the bough breaks ♪

♪ The cradle will fall ♪

♪ And down will come... ♪

♪ Baby, cradle and all ♪

♪ Rockaby, baby, in the treetop ♪

What a funny look
on your face, dear,

smiling like that.

You look so kind...

Sokind.

What are you going to
do with that?

Aah! Aah!

You've killed her.

You've killed her!

I've never seen
a dead body before.

You killed her...

Didn't you?

Didn't you?

Well, why don't you
say something?

Why did you come back?

To find you out.

No, that isn't why you come back.

That isn't why you come
back the other day, either.

It was. It was.

I had to find you out.

Now I have.

You come back here
to be alone with me...

The same as you was there
in the kitchen the other night.

Didn't you?

Didn't you?

Yes, I did.

I thought I wanted to.

I never knew before
what murder was like.

I thought there was something--

Something about you that I...

Even after that,
when I saw you were frightened,

I was sorry for you.

I must have been out of my head.

You're loathsome.

Loathsome.

You sit there looking happy.

Why not?

Look.

Why, this is my chance--

My big chance.

You're the one
I can tell about myself.

They'll catch you.
They'll find you out.

Oh, no, they won't.

There's one big difference between me
and other fellas that tries this game.

I'll never be found out
because I don't care that.

You don't know me, do you?

I'm sick and tired of hearing
how clever everybody else is.

I want to tell them how
clever I am for a change.

Money I'm going to have and
people doing what they're told

and me telling them to do it.

There was a woman at
the tallboys, wasn't there?

And she wouldn't be told, would she?

And that old lady treating me like a
son and a servant at the same time!

She's been more use to me tonight

than she's ever been to any other
body as long as she's lived.

The world's going to
hear from me!

You wait.

But you can't wait, can you?

What do you mean?

When I say
I'll never be found out,

I mean that no living soul
will ever be able to tell

any other living soul about me.

Can you think of anybody

who might go tomorrow
and tell the police?

I can.

No, you can't.

Why can't I?

I'm up against
a very serious problem,

but the answer to it
is simple as pie

to a fella like me,
simple as pie.

There's no use looking
at that telephone.

The wire's been cut.

The old lady isn't going to be
found tomorrow morning,

and maybe she won't be
the only one missing.

Perhaps the house
will be gone, too.

The house and both of you, gone.

Gone!

Aren't you frightened?

Don't you think I'll do it?

Yes.

Yes, I know you will,

but I'm not frightened.

I don't know why, but I'm not.

I suppose it's because
I'm seeing you for the first time

and realizing what
an escape I've had.

Escape?

You can kill me.

I daresay you would have, anyway,

but at least now
I know what you are.

I know what you're like!

You're mad.
You're mad and horrible!

And to think that I was--

Oh, I'm glad I came back.

I'm glad.

I made up my mind
about you just now,

when I was telling you
about myself.

That's the kind of a fella I am.

I make up my mind about
something, and then I do it.

Remember the first day
I come here?

I said to myself
when I first saw you,

"there's a young lady
who's got her wits about her.

"There's a girl
who knows a thing or two.

"She's not like the others.

She's got--"

what's that light?

There's somebody out there
holding a flashlight!

Somebody's watching!
They've got no call to watch!

I'm the one that watches!
I'll tell them.

I'm the one that watches!

Eyes! Eyes!
Hundreds of eyes back of each tree!

Thousands of eyes!

What's that?

Like the sound of a big wall
falling over into the sea.

Everything's slipping out
from under me!

Can't you feel it?

Starting in slow and then
hundreds of miles an hour!

There's a wind in my ears,

a terrible, rushing wind!

Everything's going past me
like telegraph Poles!

Everything going backwards!

Everything I've ever seen--

Faster and faster back
to the day I was born!

I can see it coming--
The day I was born!

I'm going to die.

Good evening, miss Grayne.
Hello, Dan.

Hello, sir.

- Second time today, eh?
- That's right, sir.

What's going on here?

We're having a talk before bed.

How's the old lady?

Fine, sir.
She's gone to bed.

Gone to bed?

She didn't want to be disturbed.

Smell of kerosene.

Inspector, it's in there.

You know how she is.
She's a bit nervy these days, sir.

I hadn't got round the corner
before she began calling me.

"Danny! Danny! Danny!"
She screamed.

Danny--that's a pet name
for Dan she has.

I told her it was dangerous

keeping that much kerosene
in the house!

I told her it was...

Sorry to bring you back
at this time of night, sir.

That's all right.
It's no trouble.

Let's have a look at your hands,
old chap, will you?

Ugh! Agh!

That's better.

You better come along quietly.

I'll leave these two men
in charge.

They'll see
that nothing's disturbed.

This is the real thing, my boy.

Acting...

That's what she said, wasn't it?

Well, she was right, you know.

I've been playing up to you.

I showed you a thing
or two, didn't I?

This is the real thing.

Have you got a cigarette?

Tastes funny.

I want something now
I've never wanted before

in my whole life--

A long walk...

All by myself.

It's contrary, isn't it?

Come on.

Well, I'll hang in the end,

but they'll get their
money's worth at the trial.

You wait.

Justin, how did--

I tried to get you on the phone again.
There was no answer.

I was afraid something was wrong,

so I called the shepperly
police station.

You don't say thank you

to someone who saved
your life, do you?

Besides, it's more than
my life you saved tonight.

It's my reason.

My darling.