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PETER QUINT!

PETER QUINT!

PETER QUINT!
PETER QUINT!

QUINT,
WHERE ARE YOU?

[WHISTLING]

PETER QUINT!

PETER QUINT!

QUINT,
WHERE ARE YOU?

[WHISTLES SHARPLY]

HO!

THERE HE IS!

[LAUGHING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

COME.

I WAS CALLED?

MRS. GROSE.

MASTER.

BEFORE I LEAVE,
THERE ARE MATTERS
WE MUST DISCUSS.

NOW, UM, YOU MAY
SIT DOWN.

WHERE'S QUINT GONE?

I NEVER SAW HIM.

YOU SEE?
HE HIDES!

YES.

[FROG CROAKS]

GOTCHA!

Boy: PETER QUINT!

AS SOON AS HE
HIDES FROM US,

I DON'T LAUGH
ANYMORE.

BECAUSE IT'S BETTER
WITH HIM.

YES!

AND THAT IS WHY
I'M GOING AWAY.
BUT--

THE CHILDREN ARE NOT
MY RESPONSIBILITY.

IT WAS NOT MY WISH
THAT MY COUSINS SHOULD DIE

IN SUCH CIRCUMSTANCE
AS THEY DID,

NOR WAS IT MY WISH
THAT I SHOULD BECOME
THE CHILDREN'S GUARDIAN

IN THE EVENT
OF THEIR PARENTS' DEATH.

PARDON ME...

BUT YOU ARE
THE CLOSEST KIN

TO FLORA AND MILES.

THAT IS WHY
WE LEAVE THEM HERE.

IT BELONGED
TO THE CHILDREN'S
FATHER,

BUT I CANNOT STAY.

AND, MASTER, MYSELF?

YOU ARE
THE HOUSEKEEPER.

YOU MUST KEEP ABOUT
YOUR DUTIES AS SAME.

AND THE LATE GENTLEMAN'S
VALET--MR., UH, QUINT?

HE HAS BEEN HERE
A LONG TIME,

BUT, UH, THERE IS
NO VALETING.

PERHAPS FOR THE BOY
LATER ON,

BUT, UH, IF HE
SO PLEASES TO STAY ON,

CAN HE NOT DO
FOR THE GARDENS?

I AM SURE.

AND THEN THERE IS
THE NANNY.

MISS JESSEL.

I DO NOT THINK
I HAVE SEEN HER
SINCE YESTERDAY.

WHERE IS MISS JESSEL?

Miles:
COME ON, FLORA.

WE'VE SEEN YOU!

WE'VE SEEN YOU!

COME ON.
WE'VE SEEN YOU.

WELL, I THOUGHT
YOU'D NEVER COME.

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

YOU ARE BREATHING
TOO HEAVILY TO BE ASLEEP.

OH. YOU KNOW, I DON'T
FEEL SO GOOD.

WE SAW YOU RUNNING
OUT OF THE TOWER.

[COUGHING]

LOOK WHAT I
COUGHED UP.

WHERE DID YOU
GET THAT?

I COUGHED IT UP.

[RIBBIT]

FROM LONDON,
I WILL MAKE

THE NECESSARY
FINANCIAL
ARRANGEMENTS

FOR THE UPKEEP
OF THE PLACE,

ALL THE SALARIES,

BUT, UH, FOR MYSELF,
I SHALL STAY AWAY.

I KNOW IT IS
UNLIKELY,

BUT IF THERE IS
AN URGENCY

OR ONE OF THE CHILDREN
BECOME LOW--

MISS JESSEL IS
THE NANNY.

SHE WILL WRITE
TO ME IMMEDIATELY.

SHE MUST BE TOLD.

I WILL DO THAT.

WHERE ARE YOU
TAKING US?

JUST BE PATIENT.
YOU'LL SEE.

YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT.

AHH.

[RIBBIT]

Master: MISS JESSEL.

YES, SIR.

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

JUST WALKING.

COME ON NOW.

BE A GOOD BOY.

OPEN UP.

HMM.

HA.

SEE?

HA HA HA!

BUT I'M HAVING
TO LEAVE NO--

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

LITTLE MONKEYS.

YOU SEE, HE LIKES IT.
GOD KNOWS WHY.

MUST BE THE HOT AIR.

HOW DO YOU KNOW
ALL THESE THINGS?

QUINT, WHAT WILL
HAPPEN TO IT?

WAIT AND SEE.

IT'S BLOWING UP.
IT'S GETTING FATTER!

YOU SEE, THE MORE
HE SMOKES,

THE BIGGER HE GETS.
OH.

AND BECAUSE HE CAN'T
STOP LIKING IT,

HE KEEPS ON DOING IT.

EH, I THINK HE'S HAPPY
ABOUT IT.

AND, UH, YOU WILL
HAVE NO DIFFICULTY

WITH, UH, FLORA
AND MILES?

THEY'RE GEMS.

AND THEIR SCHOOLING?

I WILL ADMINISTER.

UNTIL THEY GO
TO A PROPER SCHOOL.

THAT IS TO BE
YOUR DECISION, SIR.

WHAT DO YOU SAY,
MISS JESSEL?

SHOULD WE TELL THEM
THAT THEIR PARENTS
ARE DECEASED?

[POP]
AAH!

I WANT TO SEE QUINT
BEFORE I GO.

AND THE CHILDREN?
NO, NO, NO, NO.

I WILL NOT DISTURB THEM.
THEY HARDLY KNOW ME.

WELL, I WILL
SEND QUINT
TO THE LODGE

SINCE YOU'RE
IN SUCH A HURRY.

YES, YES.

[FLORA CRYING]

DON'T BE AFEARED.

I'M NOT.
YOU'RE CRYING.

POOR TOAD.

IT LIKES IT.
QUINT SAYS SO.

HE'S ALWAYS RIGHT.

YES!

QUINT! QUINT.

MRS. GROSE SAID
TO SEE THE MASTER
AT THE LODGE.

OH. DID SHE NOW?

YES.

IMMEDIATELY.

OH. WELL, WHEN
IS THAT?

THIS MINUTE.
HE LEAVES NOW.

DO YOU MEAN I--
I'M GONNA GET
THE PUSH?

POSSIBLY.

HMM. THAT I CAN'T BE
THE GROOM NO MORE.

NOT IF YOU
DON'T RUN.

AND I CAN'T BE
THE GARDENER,
NEITHER?

YOU'LL HAVE
NOWHERE TO GO,
NO MONEY.

YOU'LL STARVE
BY THE ROADWAY.

AND YOU WON'T EVER
BE ABLE TO SEE ME
AGAIN,

WILL YOU, MARGARET?

DO NOT CALL ME SO.

AH. I FORGOT.

ONLY AFTER DARK.

QUINT, GO,
ELSE YOU'LL MISS HIM.

HEH HEH HEH.

AND YOURSELF,
DO YOU STAY?

I'M WITH THE CHILDREN.

HMM. WELL, COME
ALONG WITH ME.

NO. I'D RATHER NOT
BE SEEN WITH YOU.

HUH. WELL,
SUIT YOURSELF.

[HUMMING]

YOU SEE, THE TOAD
LIKES IT.

IT'S DEAD!

QUINT SAYS THAT,
FLORA.

IT LOVES SMOKE
SO MUCH

THAT IT HAS TO
HAVE IT ALL.

HORRIBLE!
NOT REALLY.

IT LOVES THE SMOKE
SO MUCH

THAT IT KILLS ITSELF
FOR THAT.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

BUT THAT'S
THE TRUTH.

GOOD-BYE, MRS. GROSE.

GOOD-BYE, SIR.

Driver: HYAH!

[HORSE SNORTS]

QUINT!

GOOD DAY, SIR.

EXCUSE ME, SIR.
AM I TO BE SET OFF?

YOU STAY, QUINT.

OH, THANK YOU, SIR.

THERE'S NOTHING
FOR YOU TO DO,

SO YOU MUST DO
AS YOU CAN.

WORK THE GARDENS
IF YOU LIKE.

YES.

YES, SIR.

OH, YES, SIR.
THANK YOU, SIR.

JUST LEAVE IT
TO ME, SIR.

NOW THERE MUST BE
MUCH TO DO,

WATCH OVER
THE CHILDREN

AND THE, UH,
HOUSEKEEPER

AND THE NANNY.

THAT IS EMPLOYMENT
ENOUGH, IS IT NOT?

AH, YES, INDEED, SIR.

SEE TO IT THEN.

WELL, THANK YOU, SIR.

I--I'M INDEBTED
TO YOU, SIR.

DRIVE ON.

GOOD-BYE, SIR.

AND STRAIGHT UP
YOUR ASS, SIR.

[STAIRS CREAK]

LET IT GO.

THEN I'LL LOSE IT.

IF YOU LET IT RUN,
IT WILL SLEEP

IN A CORNER.

NO.

IT CANNOT MOVE NOW.
IT'S UPSIDE DOWN.

IT WILL DIE
LIKE THAT.

NO. IT'S SAFE.
IN THE MORNING,
I'LL BRING IT BACK.

IT WILL HURT IT.

BUT IT WON'T DIE.

WHO SAYS?

QUINT.

[CLANGING]

THAT IS ALL RIGHT,
MRS. GROSE.

WE CAN HEAR YOU.
OH.

IN FACT, WE'RE
ALREADY HERE.

OH, HO!
IF YOU EAT IT NOW,
IT WILL BE HOT.

Miles: YES,
MRS. GROSE.

NOW, POUR THE MILK
ON IT, FLORA.
YES.

AND PORRIDGE SHOULD
ALWAYS BE COVERED
WITH BROWN SUGAR.

Both: NO.

OH, YES.
INDEED IT SHOULD.

NOW, STO--NOW,
EXPLAIN YOURSELVES.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?

WE TAKE SALT, MA'AM.

ONLY SALT.

RIDICULOUS.
NOW, YOU DO AS I SAY.

NOW, STOP. STOP!

SALT IF YOU PLEASE,
MRS. GROSE,

AND FOR FLORA.

BUT WHY?

SUGAR TASTES DIRTY.

SALT IS CLEAN.

AND WHO TOLD YOU THAT?

AND OTHER CHILDREN?

WELL, WHAT ABOUT THEM?

DO THEY PLAY
WITH THEIR FAMILIES?

AH. LET'S HAVE
THE BRUSH.

AND WITH CHILDREN
THEY KNOW?

WELL, MAYBE.

AND THEY GO OUT
TO PARTIES
IN OTHER HOUSES

AND IN TURN
INVITE THEM BACK
HERE TO PLAY?

IT'S SO.

AND AT CHRISTMAS,
PRESENTS ARE EXCHANGED,

AND THERE ARE PLENTY
OF PRESENTS

BECAUSE THERE ARE
PLENTY OF FRIENDS.

OH. IS THAT IT?

UNLIKE FLORA AND I, QUINT.

WELL, YOUR
MOM AND DAD
WERE DIFFERENT.

YES.

I GUESS THEY
DIDN'T WANT TO
WASTE THEIR TIME

PLAYING WITH THE CHILDREN
OF THE HOUSE.

ANYWAY, WHO TAUGHT YOU
TO RIDE A HORSE?

IT WAS ME.

AND WHO SHOWED YOU
HOW TO CATCH
A LITTLE BIRD

IN THE PALM OF YOUR HAND
WITH JUST A FEW
BREAD CRUMBS?

PETER QUINT.

COME ON.

AND WHAT ABOUT SEEING
IN THE DARK

AND LOOKING
THROUGH THE TREES

AND QUICK AS AN OWL
SPOT A MOUSE?

YOU.

THAT'S RIGHT.

AND SO EVEN IF
THEY DID LOVE YOU
IN THEIR QUEER FASHION--

"DID"?

YES, FLORA.
IT'S TOO LATE NOW.

HE'S GOING TO TELL YOU
THAT THEY ARE DEAD,

AND NOBODY ELSE
IN THE HOUSE
WANTS US TO KNOW.

YOU SEE, YOUR MOM,
WELL, SHE NEVER
LIKED IT HERE AT BLY,

AND YOUR FATHER WAS
ALWAYS CHASING AFTER
MECHANICAL INSTRUMENTS.

YOU KNOW, HE LIKED
ENGINES AND NOISE.

WELL, ANYWAY, THEY WAS--
THEY WAS TRAVELING
AROUND THE WORLD,

AND THEY WENT TO INDIA,
AND--AND ALL THE WAY
TO THE TIP OF AFRICA,

AND, UH...

WELL, THEY HA--THEY HAD
AN ACCIDENT,

YOU KNOW,
ALL OF A SUDDEN.

THEY WERE DRIVING
A GAS AUTOMOBILE
MADE IN FRANCE.

WELL--WELL,
THEY'RE DEAD, FLORA,

BUT, YOU SEE, THAT'S
WHY THEY MUST COME
BACK TO US

AND STAY WITH US FOREVER.

Miss Jessel: NOW "BEHAVIOUR."

Miles: B-E-H-A...

V-I-O-U-R.

A VERY GOOD START.
IT MEANS--

HOW TO DEPORT.

THAT IS ONLY ONE
INTERPRETATION, FLORA.

MILES, WHEN A LADY
WALKS INTO A ROOM...

I WILL STAND UP.

AND...

WAIT UNTIL SHE
SITS DOWN.

FLORA...

GOOD MORNING, MA'AM.
I'M SIR CHARLES WARREN.

SIT DOWN, MILES.

WOULD YOU BE
SO KIND AS TO COME
INSIDE, SIR?

THANK YOU, UH, MISS?

MILES, SIT DOWN.

FLORA TYRRELL.

I'M DELIGHTED
TO MAKE YOUR
ACQUAINTANCE.

GOOD.

WE NEVER MAKE MISTAKES
AT CURTSYING,
MISS JESSEL.

COULD WE NOT TRY
SOMETHING
MORE DIFFICULT?

THEN SUGGEST.

WELL...
MOTHER AND FATHER.

WHY HAVE THEY
NOT RETURNED?

THEY WILL BE AWAY
FOR QUITE SOME TIME.

UNTIL WHEN?

I CANNOT TELL.

TSK. THAT ISN'T
REALLY GOOD ENOUGH.

RUDENESS WILL GET YOU
NOWHERE, MILES.

MANNERS MAKETH.

YES, INDEED THEY DO, MILES.

FLORA AND I DO NOT
BELIEVE YOU.

I'M SORRY.
I CANNOT TELL YOU
ANY MORE THAN I KNOW.

NO?
NO, MILES.

NOW, WOULD YOU READ THIS?

I HAVE A QUESTION,
MISS JESSEL.

YES?

WHEN THE DEAD DIE...

YOU MEAN...WHEN THE DEAD
ARE DEAD, TO BE EXACT.

Miles:
WHERE DO THEY GO?

IF THEY ARE KIND
AND GENTLE,
THEY GO TO HEAVEN.

IF NOT, I'M AFRAID
THEY GO AND STAY
WITH THE DEVIL.

IN HELL?

THAT'S RIGHT,

WHERE IT IS
VERY HOT.

ABSOLUTE PIFFLE!

[HORSE WHINNIES]

Miles: THAT IS WHY
I ASKED MISS JESSEL.

I DIDN'T ASK
THE GUARDIAN.

I ONLY REMEMBERED
WHAT YOU HAD SAID
TO ME, QUINT.

WELL, I JUST THOUGHT
YOU OUGHT TO KNOW

THAT YOUR PARENTS
WERE DEAD.

I DON'T THINK
I CRIED, DID I?

NO, YOU DIDN'T,
BUT FLORA DID A BIT.

SHE DID.

AND THAT NIGHT,
SHE WET HER SHEETS.

AH, POOR THING.

YOU KNOW,
I ASKED MISS JESSEL
ABOUT THE DEAD,

BUT I DIDN'T BELIEVE HER,
NOT AFTER WHAT YOU HAD SAID.

THAT'S RIGHT,
AND IF SHE TOLD YOU THAT
THE GOOD GO TO HEAVEN

AND THE BAD TO HELL,
SHE'S WRONG.

IT'S ALL DAMN NONSENSE.
YES.

BUT...WHERE ARE
MY PARENTS NOW, QUINT?

WELL, AFTER, THEY--THEY
BROUGHT THEM HOME.

THEY PUT THEM IN
A COUPLE OF BOXES,
AND...

AND IN A FEW DAYS,
THEY'LL COME AND THEY'LL
PUT THEM IN THIS HOLE.

SO MRS. GROSE OUGHT
TO TELL US QUICKLY,
BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE.

WELL, THERE'S--THERE'S
NOTHING TO SEE.

OH? BUT I WANT TO,
QUINT, AND YOU CAN
ARRANGE IT.

I CAN HIDE
IN THOSE BUSHES
OVER THERE.

WELL, THERE'S
NOTHING TO SEE.

THEY PUT THE BOXES
IN THE GROUND AND THEY
TAKE ALL THIS EARTH

AND THEY--THEY PUT IT
OVER THE BOXES
AND IT'S FINISHED.

YOU REMEMBER
WHEN YOU TOLD ME
ABOUT THE DEAD

AND WHERE THEY GO,
QUINT?

YES.
TELL ME AGAIN.

WELL, THE DEAD GO NOWHERE

BECAUSE THEY'VE GOT
NOWHERE TO GO, YOU SEE.

THERE'S NO HEAVEN OR HELL
OR THAT NONSENSE.

THAT'S RIGHT.
THAT'S RIGHT.

AND LATER ON, WELL,
WE'LL ALL JOIN THEM.

IS THAT ALL
THERE IS TO IT?

THAT'S IT.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

COME ON.

[WHISTLING A TUNE]

[GASPS]

PUT YOURSELF OUT
OF THOSE CLOTHES,
PETER QUINT!

OH, WOULD YOU LIKE
TO SEE ME NAKED?

THEY ARE
THE MASTER'S!

DEAD NOW.
HMMPH!

NO RIGHT IS IT FOR YOU
TO MAKE UP IN POSTURINGS.

OH, YOU DON'T THINK
THEY FIT?

HMMPH! FIT
A DUNG SHOVELER
LIKE YOU? HUH!

DUNG? DUNG, IS IT?

I THOUGHT
I WAS THE GROOM.

THE TOADY TO
THE MAN YOU WERE,

AND THAT I DON'T
REMEMBER IT.

YOU TOADIED TO THE MAN.

"YES, SIR."
"NO, SIR."
"THREE BAGSFUL, SIR."

OH, HE WAS A DANDY,
WASN'T HE?

OH, JEALOUSY, QUINT,
WEREN'T YOU?

NOW TAKE THESE OFF.

YOU HAVE NO SUCH
PERMISSION.

AND IF IT WAS MY SAY,

YOU WOULDN'T BE ALLOWED
IN THE STABLES, EVEN.

THANK YOU FOR THAT.

YOU'RE SCUM, QUINT.

WHY DON'T YOU GO BACK
TO THE STABLES,
WHERE SCUM BELONGS?

AND YOU'RE A LADY,
MRS. GROSE?

AND THERE'S A LICE
AS BIG AS ME FINGER

IN YOUR HAIR.

[CHUCKLING]

WOULD YOU BE ROTTING?

AND ALL YOUR LIES.

DON'T YOU COME
IN HERE AGAIN,

OR I SHALL WRITE
TO THE CHILDREN'S
GUARDIAN.

MAGGOTS. MAGGOTS IN
YOUR SKULL AND ALL...

AND YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF
BACK IN THE PUBLIC HOUSE,
BORROWING ALE.

AND TAKE THOSE CLOTHES OFF!

THIS HOUSE CAN BE RUN
WITHOUT YOU, PETER QUINT.

YOUR WRINKLED ASS.

PSST!

YOU CANNOT
COME IN!

MILES AND FLORA?

ARE YOU ABED?

Both: OH, YES.

HAVE YOU SAID YOUR PRAYERS?

YES, WE'VE SAID
OUR PRAYERS.

Miss Jessel:
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU.

WE'RE SAYING
THEM NOW.

GOOD.

NOW SAY AFTER ME,

"PLEASE, GOD,
AS THIS DAY CLOSED..."

Both: PLEASE, GOD,
AS THIS DAY CLOSED...

"WE GIVE THANKS..."

Both: WE GIVE THANKS...

"WE HAVE COME FORTH
TONIGHT..."

[BOTH SNICKERING]

THAT WE HAVE COME
FORTH TONIGHT...

"AND IN YOUR HANDS'
SAFEKEEPING..."

AND IN YOUR HANDS'
SAFEKEEPING...

"WE ARE ALIVE AND WELL."

Both: WE ARE ALIVE AND WELL.

"AMEN."

[STERNLY]
"AMEN."

"AMEN."
[CHILDREN SNICKERING]

[DOORKNOB JIGGLING]

YOU CAN'T COME IN.

Miles: AMEN.

MRS. GROSE.

NOW I PUT A FEW PINS
IN HER LIKE THIS.

Miles:
IT DOES LOOK
LIKE HER.

IT DOES, DOESN'T IT?

BUT WILL
MRS. GROSE DIE NOW?

ONLY IF QUINT SAYS SO.

DOES SHE WANT
TO DIE YET?

WELL, I CAN TELL YOU
SHE'S COMING CLOSE
TO IT.

THEN SHE'S GOT TO.

LET'S HAVE A PIN.

QUINT, WHY DOES
MISS JESSEL LOVE YOU?

OH, DOES SHE NOW?

OH, YES,
OF COURSE SHE DOES.

BUT WHY IS SHE
SO FRIGHTENED OF YOU?

BECAUSE SHE LOVES HIM,
YOU IDIOT.

OH.

QUINT, WHAT DO YOU DO
TO MISS JESSEL
WHEN YOU LOVE HER?

OH--

AND WHAT DOES SHE DO TO YOU?

OH, THAT'S EASY.
HOW DO YOU KNOW?

THEY SCARE EACH OTHER
TO DEATH.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

HA HA!

FLORA'S VERY FUNNY
WHEN SHE PUTS HER MIND TO IT.

BUT, QUINT,

WHAT DO YOU REALLY DO
WITH MISS JESSEL?

WE JUST TRICK
AROUND.

THAT'S ALL.

[DOG BARKING]
Flora:
AREN'T THEY BEAUTIFUL?

Mrs. Grose: COME ALONG!

COME ALONG, MISS FLORA!

OH, QUICKLY!
I BEG YOU!

[BELLS CHIMING]

YOU MUST LET ME GO
INTO THIS SHOP. PLEASE?

[LAUGHING]
GO ALONG, THEN.
DON'T SPEND TOO MUCH.

IF I FIND
THE VERY ONE I WANT,

WILL YOU OBLIGE ME
BY BUYING IT?

WELL...
WHICH IS IT?

THERE IT IS.

THE ORANGE ONE?

HERE, I'LL GET IT
FOR YOU.

AND YOU KNOW
ITS NAME?
OH, OF COURSE!

MY, ME.

OH, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL.

NOW, THIS ONE,
THIS TYPE, HAS A STORY.

IT'S CALLED
THE DUSTER ADMIRAL.

YES, IT IS.

SUCH A KNOWLEDGEABLE
LITTLE GIRL.

IT IS BORN AND IT WILL
ONLY LIVE FOR 48 HOURS,

THEN IT HAS TO DIE.

THAT'S NOT ALL.
IT'S NECESSARY
TO EXPLAIN ABOUT IT.

Mrs. Grose: YOU HAVE
A TONGUE LIKE A BUTTERFLY.
IT NEVER STOPS.

THIS LITTLE ADMIRAL IS BORN
WITHOUT ANY STOMACH.

NO, IMPOSSIBLE!

IT DOESN'T HAVE
A MOUTH, EITHER.

FLORA, ALL CREATURES--

IT CAN'T EAT.

IT HAS TO FIND A FEMALE
BEFORE IT DIES.

ALL IT WANTS TO DO
IS TO MATE.

IT HAS TO LOVE ONCE
ANOTHER BUTTERFLY,

AND AFTERWARDS, WELL,
NOTHING MATTERS

BECAUSE TO LOVE,
IT HAS TO DIE.

SILLY GIRL.

FULL OF NONSENSE.

QUINT TOLD YOU THAT.

HE MAY NOT HAVE.

Mrs. Grose: I DON'T KNOW
WHERE YOU GET SUCH SILLY IDEAS.

OH!

NO!

YOU DON'T WANT
TO SHOUT, DO YOU?

AAH!
DO YOU?

AAH!

DO YOU?

NO. NO.

NO.

NO.

[WHIMPERING]

THAT'S IT.

OH! YOU BRUTE!

BRUTE, IS IT?

SAY SORRY.

OH!

SAY IT.

COME ON. SAY IT.

AAH!

[GASPING]
I'M SORRY.

THAT'S BETTER.

[DISTANT BELLS CHIMING]

PLEASE! STOP NOW!

SHUT UP.

AAH!

LIKE A CHICKEN
ON A SPIT.

[WHIMPERING]

YOU'RE JUST A DOG
IN THE STREET.

SAY IT.

SAY IT.

NO.

SAY IT.

I'M JUST...

COME ON.

Miss Jessel:
JUST A DOG
IN THE STREET.

SUCH SHAME.

BULLSHIT.

[SIGHS]
HAD I BUT KNOWN...

[CHUCKLING]
IN THE BEGINNING...

MORE BULLSHIT.

OH, YOU LOVE AS YOU
FIND YOU CAN LOVE,

AND THAT'S ALL.

BUT ALL THAT PAIN?

ALL THE HURT, THE...

DIRTINESS OF IT, QUINT.

WELL,
WHAT DID YOU THINK
WHEN WE STARTED?

IT WAS TO BE KIND.

IT WAS TO BE GENTLE.

DO YOU BELIEVE
IT'S NOT A PAIN
WHEN YOU'RE BORN?

OR IT'S--IT'S NOT SO
WHEN YOU DIE?

DO YOU THINK
THERE'S NO HURT
WHEN YOU LOVE?

THEN YOU'RE
A HYPOCRITE.

YES.

MARGARET.

NOT MARGARET.

NOR EVER SO INTIMATE.

NOR THAT.

I CANNOT SO GIVE MYSELF.

WITH WHAT, THEN?

THE WANT OF YOU.

[GLASS TINKLES]

[RATTLE]

[GASP]

YOU MUST BE THIRSTY,
MY DEAR.

THE STOPPER WAS OUT
OF THE DECANTER.

I HAD TO REPLACE IT.

OF COURSE.

PLEASE, I...

I APOLOGIZE.

REALLY?

MY HEAD--I THOUGHT
PERHAPS A STIFFENER.

AT HALF PAST 9:00
IN THE MORNING?

I WAS NOT AWARE
OF THE TIME.

YOU LOOK AT ME AS IF
IT IS A MISDEMEANOR
OF SUCH PROPORTION.

AS YOU SURELY MUST KNOW,
THE MORNING IS FOR WORK.

Mrs. Grose:
WELL, TOMORROW
IS THE INTERNMENT

OF THE MASTER
AND HIS WIFE--

THE LATE MASTER, I MEAN.

AND THE CHILDREN SHOULD
NOT ATTEND THE BURIAL?

WELL, YOU ARE THE NANNY,
MISS JESSEL, NOT I.

IT IS YOUR DECISION.

BUT THEY STILL
SHOULD NOT GO.

ON THE CONTRARY, IF YOU
HAVE PREPARED THEM, THEN--

NO.

NO, I HAVE NOT.

WELL, WHAT THEY DO
NOT KNOW THEY NEED NOT.

YES. YES.

FAR BE IT FROM ME TO SAY
WHAT THEY SHOULD OR
THEY SHOULD NOT DO.

YOU, OF COURSE,
OBSERVE YOUR DUTIES,

AND I, OF COURSE,
OBSERVE MINE.

OH!

[ECHOING] MY DEAR!

MY DEAR.

I--I FELL ASLEEP.

NO. NO, STAY.

DO FORGIVE ME.

I FELT SO DIZZY
A MOMENT AGO.

I HAVE ALREADY SEEN IT.

MMM.

BUT WHY?

WHY WOULD YOU WANT
TO HARM YOURSELF?

IF YOU COULD, QUINT,
WOULD YOU MARRY
MISS JESSEL?

HMM.

UH, I DON'T KNOW.

ARE YOU AFRAID
TO MARRY HER?

NO. BUT I'D NEVER BE
FOOL ENOUGH TO ASK HER.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

WELL, SHE MIGHT
TURN ME DOWN.

NATURALLY, MY DEAR.

WE ALL THINK IT IS
THE END OF THE WORLD

AND THERE IS
NO FUTURE IN IT.

AND THERE'S NOTHING
LEFT BUT A FUTILITY.

BUT WE CONQUER IT.

MRS. GROSE,
PLEASE LEAVE ME.

WHEN I WAS YOUNG,
I LOVED ONE MAN.

WE LIVED
IN THE PENNINES.

MY FATHER SHOT GREYS
FOR THE LANDOWNER.

I HAD ONE LOVE.

BUT NEVER HAVING
THE COURAGE TO SHOW IT,

HE UPPED AND WENT
TO RAMSGATE,

WHERE HE MET
A FRENCHIE GIRL.

I CRIED FOR TWO WHOLE
DAYS WITHOUT STOP.

SUCH A GOOD MAN HE WAS.
THE PARSON'S ELDEST BOY.

HOW I CRIED.

YOU SUGGEST--

YOU SUGGEST THAT
I'M HEARTBROKEN
OR MISERABLE OR SAD.

I'M NONE OF THESE.

DO YOU MISCONSTRUE?

PETER.

HIS NAME IS QUINT.

HE MADE THIS.

I DON'T KNOW.

BUT YOU DO.

MRS. GROSE.

IT IS FINISHED.

PERHAPS THE CHILDREN
ASKED HIM TO MAKE
THE DOLLS.

I WILL NOT SAY TO HIM
WHAT I OUGHT.

BUT I PROMISE YOU,

HE WON'T COME IN
THIS HOUSE ANYMORE

IF I HAVE TO APPEAR TO
THE GUARDIAN MYSELF IN PERSON.

BUT--

HE STAYS OUTSIDE
THIS HOUSE!

HE STAYS DOWN BY
THE LOCKED GATE,

AND HE IS FORBIDDEN
THIS HOUSE!

QUINT, TELL US THE STORY
ABOUT THE TIME

WHEN YOUR FATHER SOLD
A HORSE TO THE GYPSIES.

ME FATHER--MMM.

UH...

WELL, WELL,
THE FIRST THING
I REMEMBER ABOUT HIM

WAS WHAT A FEARFUL
CROOK HE WAS.

HA HA!

HE WAS ALWAYS TRAVELING
AROUND, YOU KNOW,

AND WE WAS UP THERE
IN A PLACE CALLED
CARRICK FURLISS.

AND THAT WAS IT.

WELL, HE DECIDES TO
STEAL THIS MANGY OLD NAG

AND SELL IT TO
THE GYPOS YOU KNOW,
AT THE PRICE.

WELL, DADDY KNEW A LOT
ABOUT HORSES, YOU SEE,

BUT HE DIDN'T KNOW AS MUCH
AS THE GYPOS DID, YOU KNOW.

SO, HE--HE STEALS
THIS DAMN THING

AND HE TAKES ME IN THIS
OLD COFFIN DRAGGER

OVER BELFAST HIGHWAY
TO BROUGHILL.

THEY WAS HAVING A HORSE
SALE OVER THERE.

FAIRLY, YOU KNOW.

OH, GOD.

I--I'LL NEVER FORGET
THE DAY HE TRIED TO--
HE TRIED TO SELL IT.

HE'S GOT A BIG BAG
OF OATS, YOU KNOW.

HE'S PINCHED IT.

THEN HE PUTS IN SOME
SORT OF POWDER

AND HE MIXES THE WHOLE
DAMN THING UP.

HE FEEDS IT TO THE HORSE
TO GAS IT UP.

[GIGGLING]

LIKE THIS SO--SO
THE BONES WON'T BE
STICKING THROUGH.

THE POOR THING HAD BALD
PATCHES ON IT LIKE THAT.

AND, UH, HE GLUES IT UP,
YOU KNOW,

AND HE CUTS OUT
SOME RABBIT FUR AND
HE STICKS IT ON THERE,

AND THEN HE TARS IT UP
WITH A BRUSH.

TO GIVE IT A DAPPLE
EFFECT, YOU KNOW.

OH! THEN HE TAKES
A HANDFUL OF--NO, NO.

IT WAS A PIECE OF GINGER
ABOUT LIKE THAT,
AND HOT!

HA HA HA!

[BELLS CHIMING]

HE STICKS IT IN THE REAR
OF THE ANIMAL

SO IT'LL SPARK IT UP.

IT'S TIME TO GO
TO CHURCH.

HA HA!

WELL, HE TURNS TO ME
AND HE SAYS, "QUINT."

HE SAYS, "WE'LL GO DOWN
TO THE RIVER AND WAIT
FOR SUNSET."

"WELL, WHY SUNSET?"
I SAYS.

HE SAYS TO ME, HE SAYS,

"THE DAMN FOOL THAT
BUYS IT," HE SAYS,

"WON'T SEE IT PLAIN
UNTIL TOMORROW."

AND UH, HE SPIES
A BIG GYPO COMING
DOWN THE BACK.

HUGE MAN HE WAS.
LIKE THAT.

WELL, ME DAD TAKES
THE HORSE, YOU KNOW.

AND HE WALKS OVER
TO HIM.

OH, GOD, HE WAS FULL
OF HIMSELF, YOU KNOW.

AND HE SAYS, "GOOD
EVENING TO YOU, SIR."

HE SAYS, "YOU KNOW,
YOU LOOK LIKE A MAN WHO
KNOWS ABOUT HORSES."

HE SAYS, "I CAN
LET YOU HAVE THIS
MAGNIFICENT BEAST

FOR ONLY 5 SHILLINGS
SILVER."

HE SAYS, "IT'S JUST OFF
THE BOAT FROM ARABIA."

WELL, THE GYPO LOOKS
AT HIM REAL QUICK,
YOU KNOW, LIKE THAT.

UP AND DOWN.

THEN HE TAKES A LOOK
AT THE HORSE.

HE CAN'T SEE THE DAMN
THING FOR THE GLOOM,
YOU SEE.

AND--

HA HA HA!

WELL, GYPO SAYS, "I'LL
GIVE YOU TWO FOR IT."

WELL, ME DAD TAKES
THE TWO REAL QUICK,
YOU KNOW.

WELL, THE GYPO JUMPS
ON THE HORSE,

THEN HE RIDES IT DOWN
STRAIGHT INTO THE WATER.

AND NO SOONER HE'S
IN THE WATER,

HE STARTS TURNING,
YOU KNOW,

BUCKING AND KICKING IT.

AND FARTING!

[LAUGHTER]

I THOUGHT THE BRITISH
WERE COMING.

[LAUGHTER]

WELL, THE RABBIT FUR
FELL OFF OF IT

AND THE PAINT WAS
RUNNING DOWN HIS LEGS,

AND THE BALD PATCHES
WERE SHOWING THROUGH.

AND THE PIECE OF GINGER
FLEW OUT OF HIS--

FLEW OUT OF THE POOR
ANIMAL'S ASS LIKE IT
WAS SHOT FROM A CANNON.

[LAUGHTER]

WELL, MY DAD JUST
SAT ME DOWN, YOU KNOW,

AND HE'S TREMBLING

AND HE'S TURNING WHITE
AS A FISH

AND PRAYING, OH, GOD.

AND THE FIRST TIME
HE'S LIKE, "WHERE
ARE THEY TAKING ME?"

AHH. WELL, THEY TAKE HIM
AND THEY TEAR HIS
CLOTHES OFF OF HIM

AND THEY THROW HIM
IN THE RIVER

AND THEY DAMN NEAR
DROWNED HIM.

BUT HE GETS TO THE OTHER
SIDE AND HE RUNS OFF,
YOU SEE?

AND THAT'S THE LAST TIME
I SAW THE DAMN FOOL FROM
THAT DAY TO THIS.

AND I WOULDN'T LIE
TO YOU, SO HELP ME GOD.

AHH...WELL.

THAT'S ME FATHER.

HA.

NOW, YOU LIKE IT, FLORA?

MM-HMM.

WELL, HE'S GOT ONE EAR.
I BROKE IT OFF.

I'LL FIX IT FOR YOU.
DO YOU WANT IT?

PLEASE!

WELL, GIVE US
A KISS, THEN.

COME ON.

ALL RIGHT.

HA HA HA!

COME HERE.

HERE YOU ARE, DARLING.
YOU KEEP IT.

MMM!

THERE, HOW DOES
THAT FEEL?

ABSOLUTELY DREADFUL.

WHY?

I CAN'T MOVE.

WELL, THAT'S
THE IDEA OF IT.

IT IS?

IT IS JUST POSSIBLE

THAT WE'VE BEEN DOING IT
ALL THE WRONG WAY.

MILES! IT HURTS!

I THINK IT'S MEANT TO.

OH.

I THINK WE'RE GOING TO
HAVE TO START ALL OVER AGAIN.

MILES!

NO USE SHOUTING, FLORA.

IT'S GOT TO BE AS ABSOLUTELY
PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE.

OW!

QUINT SAYS IF IT HURTS,
IT IS THE TRUTH.

I'VE MADE UP MY MIND.

WELL?

TAKE THE SHOES OFF.

CERTAINLY NOT.

TAKE THE DRESS OFF.

NEVER!

FLORA, IF YOU'RE GOING
TO BEHAVE LIKE A BABY--

I AM NOT!

FLORA, YOU AGREED.

WE ARE PASSIONATELY
IN LOVE AND HAVING
AN ECSTATIC LOVE AFFAIR.

ECSTATIC LOVE AFFAIRS
ARE BORING.

[BELLS CHIMING]

DO YOU THINK
IT'S TEATIME?

OOH!

I DON'T KNOW WHY
MAY CALL THIS FAST.

WE HAD A BATH
TOGETHER LAST WEEK.

STOP IT!

OH!

FLORA, STOP!

THIS IS NOT
HOW SEX IS MADE!

AAH! AAH!

FLORA, YOU'LL BE SORRY!

AAH!

PLEASE, MILES, STOP IT!

I TOLD YOU YOU'D
BE SORRY.

MILES!

PLEASE, STOP IT!

OH, LEAVE ME!

[CHILDREN SCREAMING
INDISTINCTLY]

[FLORA LAUGHING]

[LAUGHTER]

MILES! FLORA!

THERE'S A RULE
IN THIS HOUSE

THAT NOBODY ENTERS
THE ROOM WITHOUT
KNOCKING.

I AM FORCED TO
ASK YOU WHAT YOU
THINK YOU ARE DOING.

AND WHY WAS
MISS FLORA SCREAMING?

I'LL TELL YOU
EXACTLY WHAT WE
HAVE BEEN DOING.

WE HAVE BEEN
DOING SEX.

[FLORA LAUGHS]

[BELL TOLLING]

Man: IN THE MIDST OF LIFE
WE ARE IN DEATH.

OF WHOM MAY WE SEEK
FOR SUCCOR

BUT OF THEE, O LORD, WHO FOR
OUR SINS ART JUSTLY DISPLEASED?

YET, O LORD GOD MOST HOLY,
O LORD MOST MIGHTY,

DELIVER US NOT INTO THE BITTER
PAINS OF ETERNAL DEATH.

THOU KNOWEST, LORD,
THE SECRETS OF OUR HEARTS;

SHUT NOT THY MERCIFUL EARS
TO OUR PRAYER; BUT SPARE US,

LORD MOST HOLY, O GOD,
THE MOST MIGHTY,

O HOLY AND MERCIFUL SAVIOUR,
THOU MOST WORTHY JUDGE ETERNAL,

SUFFER US NOT, AT OUR LAST HOUR,
FOR ANY PAINS OF DEATH..."

Miles: THERE, QUINT!

Flora: WHAT DID YOU
SAY TO HER, MILES?

TO MEET QUINT.

DON'T YOU THINK, QUINT,
YOU SHOULD GO TO HER?

OF COURSE NOT!

BUT WHY TELL HER
TO GO THERE, THEN?

BECAUSE THAT'S
HOW IT'S DONE.

WHAT?

THAT'S HOW WE
MAKE HER LOVE.

WHAT IS?

Miles: OH, SHUT UP, FLORA.

BUT, QUINT,
SHE LOVES YOU.

THAT'S RIGHT.

BUT THEN YOU
MUST GO TO HER.

OFTEN YOU'VE SAID,
"MEET ME,"

AND SHE GOES
TO THE SAME PLACE
AND WAITS.

BUT YOU NEVER GO TO HER.
WHY NOT, QUINT?

IT'S HARD TO EXPLAIN,
FLORA, WHY NOT.

Miles: YOU'RE NOT
ALLOWED IN THE HOUSE
ANYMORE, QUINT.

MRS. GROSE SAYS.

OH, SHE DOES, DOES SHE?

ARE YOU FORBIDDEN TO SEE
MISS JESSEL, QUINT?

WELL, THAT'S WHAT
THEY TOLD ME.

BUT SHE WAITS FOR
YOU ALL THE WHILE,
DOESN'T SHE, QUINT?

SHE LOVES HIM.

QUINT, ISN'T IT TRUE ALL THIS
LOVE IS JUST SHEER AGONY?

I'D JUST HATE TO BE IN LOVE.
ALL THIS IS BORING.

ALL THESE PROBLEMS.

WELL, YOU KNOW,
SOMETIMES WHEN YOU HATE,

YOU'RE IN LOVE, FLORA.

[BIRD CAWING]

[SQUEAKING]

AAH!

OOH!

RATS!

RATS IN MY KITCHEN!

IT'S QUINT'S JOB
TO KEEP THEM DOWN.

OH, I AM SURE--

WHERE ARE MILES AND FLORA?
ARE THEY NOT WITH YOU?

NOT THIS MORNING.
QUINT HAS A KITE.

OH. A GROWN MAN.
WHAT A WASTE.

THE CHILDREN WERE
SO EXCITED.

THEY WENT TO THE
CHOCKET, I THINK.

THE CHOCKET?

MMM.

I HAVE TOLD THEM THEY
MUST NOT PLAY THERE.

IT IS DANGEROUS.

BUT THEY'RE WITH QUINT!

OH, HE HAS NO CARE.
I SHALL GO.

WILL YOU NOT COME WITH ME?

I HAVE SOME WORK.

I CAN'T DO IT, QUINT!
IT WON'T WORK.

ALL RIGHT,
COME INSIDE.

COME ON.

BACK AWAY, FLORA.

GRAB THIS HERE NOW.

NOW, WHEN I TELL YOU TO RUN,
RUN LIKE THE WIND.

WAIT A MINUTE, LAD.

NOW, RUN! FASTER!

FAST! RUN, KEEP RUNNING!

THAT'S IT!
KEEP RUNNING!

NOW, FLORA, GIVE ME--
GIVE ME THAT.

KEEP AT IT!
YOU GOT IT!

THAT'S IT!

MIND THE BLUFF!

HEY! MIND--

DEAR GOD.

MILES! MILES! NO!

OH...

OH, DEAR.
[GASP]

[GRUNT]

MASTER MILES,
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

OF COURSE
I'M ALL RIGHT.

QUINT WAS
LOOKING AFTER ME.

YOU EVIL PIG, QUINT!

Flora: ARE YOU
ALL RIGHT?

YOU BASTARD!

WELL--I THOUGHT
THAT IT--

LOOK AT THE BOY!

Flora: YOU WENT RIGHT
OVER THE CLIFF.

Miles: OF COURSE I DID.

HOW DID IT FEEL LIKE?

ALL RIGHT, REALLY.
LIKE FLYING.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[CREAKING]

MARGARET?

NO, QUINT!

YOU DO NOT COME
IN HERE.

WHAT IS TO GAIN?

WHAT IS IT
YOU WANT OF US?

US?

DO YOU WANT MONEY?

YOU TAKE ME FOR A THIEF?

HAVE US ALL DEAD?

IS THAT IT?

OOH!

YOU ARE FORBIDDEN
IN THIS HOUSE.

PULL THE TRIGGER.

QUINT.

[CLOCK CHIMES]

PULL IT.

[SHUDDERS]

ARE YOU AFRAID TO
KILL ME, MRS. GROSE?

I'LL WRITE TO THE MASTER.

THAT WILL BE THE LAST
YOU'LL SEE OF HER.

[CREAKING]

IT IS YOU.

YOU THINK I WILL SCREAM.

YOU SEE?

I WILL NOT.

PETER.

NO!
[GASP]

NOT PETER.

HE IS NOT COMING.

HE IS TOLD.

HE CANNOT.

WHAT HE WANTS
OF THEE?

HE HAS YOU
LIKE A PUPPET.

YOU DANCE.

I WAS ASLEEP.

AND YOU WOULD HAVE
ALLOWED HIM

ANYTHING THAT
HE DOES TO THEE,

ANY VILENESS.

I WAS DREAMING.

YOU FEED OFF HIM.

EVERY PERSON'S RULE
IN THIS HOUSE

IS A PRIVATE PLACE.

THAT IS A RULE.

WHY, MARGARET?

WHY?

YOU NOTICE, DON'T YOU?

IN THE MOONLIGHT
THROUGH THE WINDOW,

HOW WHITE THE SHEETS ARE.

HA!

Quint: NO,
YOU TAKE IT
BY THE END.

NO, THE END
OF THE ARROW.

Miles: LIKE THIS?

THERE, YOU SEE,
THAT'S IT.

RIGHT THERE.

STRAIGHTEN YOUR ARM.

STILL. STILL.

NOW LET HER GO.

GOOD, GOOD.

OH, DEAR.

NO, IT'S NOT BAD.

YOU KNOW, IN CHINA,
THEY SAY, MILES,

IF YOU THINK ABOUT
THE TARGET HARD ENOUGH,

YOU CAN HIT IT
BLINDFOLD.

BLINDFOLD?

THAT'S IT.

HOW DO THEY DO IT?

WELL...

WELL, FIRST YOU CLOSE
YOUR EYES, YOU SEE.

AND THEN YOU THINK
REAL HARD ABOUT THE TARGET.

AND IN YOUR MIND,
YOU SEE THE ARROW

GOING INTO
THE BULL'S-EYE.

AND THEN YOU FIRE IT!

I DID IT!

WELL,
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

YOU ARE CLEVER,
QUINT!

FLORA!

MISS JESSEL!

SHALL WE WALK NOW?

MAY I TALK TO YOU
ABOUT PETER QUINT?

THERE'S NO POINT, FLORA.
WHAT GOOD WOULD IT DO?

I DON'T KNOW.

BUT I DO THINK
YOU SHOULD SEE HIM.

I WILL NOT!

ALL RIGHT, MISS JESSEL.
I UNDERSTAND.

MILES, WOULD YOU
DO SOMETHING FOR ME?

ANYTHING, QUINT.

WELL, I WANT TO SEE
MISS JESSEL,

BUT I'M FORBIDDEN
BY OLD WRINKLE-ASS
HERSELF.

BUT I MUST SEE HER.

YOU HATE MISS JESSEL,
DON'T YOU, QUINT?

OH, I HATE HER.

IN THAT CASE,

IF I UNDERSTAND YOU
CORRECTLY,

YOU LOVE HER.

THAT'S RIGHT.

I DO LOVE HER, LAD.

THAT'S EASY.
I CAN ARRANGE ANYTHING.

CAN YOU DO IT?

YES!

GOOD LAD.

COME ON, NOW. PUSH.

HAH! HAH! PUSH! PUSH!

CAN I KEEP IT
TO PRACTICE WITH?

WELL,
LOOK AFTER YOURSELF.

Miles, voice-over:
THE CHINESE, QUINT.

THEY FIRST SEE THE TARGET,

THEN THEY PRETEND
THEY HAVE HIT IT,

BECAUSE THEY THINK
HARD ABOUT IT.

Quint, voice-over:
THAT'S RIGHT.

THEN THEY CLOSE
THEIR EYES.

AND FIRE!

MILES! THAT COULD BE
VERY DANGEROUS!

Jessel: I WAS NEVER
A CHILD AS YOU ARE--

SUCH A GRAND HOUSE,

ABLE TO HAVE ANY DRESS
OR TOY YOU LIKE.

Flora: WHO WAS YOUR FATHER,
MISS JESSEL?

WHY, MR. JESSEL,
OF COURSE.

AND WHAT DID HE DO,
MISS JESSEL?

HE WAS A CHURCH SEXTANT.

SUCH A TIMID MAN.
SO GENTLE.

BUT MY MOTHER LOVED HIM.

WHY, MISS JESSEL?

THEY WERE MARRIED
5 YEARS AFTER I WAS
BORN.

HE WAS NOT MY FATHER,
YOU SEE.

HE WAS JUST A...
KIND LITTLE MAN.

I UNDERSTAND.

DO YOU LIKE KIND
AND GENTLE PEOPLE,
MISS JESSEL?

HA HA HA!
NOT ANYMORE, FLORA.

WHEN MR. JESSEL DIED,
MY MOTHER KILLED
HERSELF.

SHE LOVED HIM THAT MUCH.

HE WAS SO CALM AND NICE.

BUT WHEN HE WAS DEAD,
MY MOTHER KNEW
THE TRUTH.

THE TRUTH?

THE WORLD IS
A VERY VIOLENT PLACE.

NOTHING IS TRULY CALM.

EVEN WHEN YOU'RE DEAD,
YOU BRING PAIN.

FLORA, NO, DON'T!

FLORA!

IT'S ALL RIGHT,
MISS JESSEL.

OHH.

WHY,
YOU'VE TURNED WHITE.

I CANNOT SWIM,
AND I THOUGHT...

I WAS AFRAID.

IT'S ALL RIGHT,
MISS JESSEL.

I CAN SWIM,

AND I WOULD
HAVE SAVED YOU.

QUINT SAYS HE DOESN'T WANT
TO SEE YOU AGAIN EVER,

AND THAT IT'S ALL OVER,
HE SAYS.

MILES, DON'T!

HE SAYS THAT HE DOESN'T
CARE ANYMORE,

AND THAT
YOU OUGHT TO ROT.

MILES, DON'T HIT
THE BALL AGAIN
LIKE THAT.

SO AS FAR AS
HE'S CONCERNED,

HE HAS, OR HE SAYS,
WASHED HIS HANDS OF YOU.

[HITS CROQUET BALL]

WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT,
MISS JESSEL?

YOU HAD NO RIGHT
TO HIT MY BALL INTO
THE HEDGE LIKE THAT.

BUT WHAT DO YOU SAY?

ABOUT QUINT?
I DON'T BELIEVE IT.

HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOU
ANYMORE, MISS JESSEL.

IF THAT'S TRUE,
HE SHOULD TELL ME SO.

TO MY FACE. CATCH!

THAT'S EASY.
I CAN ARRANGE EVERYTHING.

[PIANO PLAYING, PEOPLE LAUGHING]

AHH.

Flora:
QUINT! QUINT!

AH, FLORA.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

I CAME TO SEE YOU,
TO TELL YOU--

TO SEE OLD QUINT?

TO TELL YOU THAT
I'D SEEN MISS JESSEL.

SHE LOVES YOU.

GET YOUR RUDE ASS
OUT OF HERE.

SHE LOVES YOU,
QUINT.

WHO?

MISS JESSEL.

SHE TOLD ME
TO TELL YOU,

AND THAT SHE THINKS
OF NOTHING BUT YOU,

AND THE DAY WHEN
YOU'LL BE TOGETHER.

Quint:
YOU WOULDN'T LIE TO ME.

Flora: OH, NO.

AND THAT YOU MUST
MEET HER,

AND SHE'LL FORGIVE YOU.

OH, IS THAT TRUE?

AND THAT YOU'RE
KIND AND GENTLE.

SHE LOVES YOU--

SHE LOVES YOU
WITH ALL HER BEING.

OH, HOW PRETTY
YOU MAKE THE WORDS.

WHAT ELSE DID SHE SAY?

WHAT OTHER LIES
DID SHE TELL YOU?

Miles: MRS. GROSE!
I'LL HELP YOU UP.

OH, DEAR.

I'M TERRIFIED OF HEIGHTS.

GIVE ME YOUR HAND,
MRS. GROSE.

IT'S QUITE SAFE.

GIVE ME YOUR BASKET.

HERE WE ARE.

OHH.

YOU GO ON UP, MILES.
I THINK I'M ALL RIGHT NOW.

I'LL FOLLOW YOU UP.

OH, YOU CAN BE SUCH
A CHARMING YOUNG MAN
WHEN YOU WANT,

INVITING ME
INTO THE TREE HOUSE.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

ON THE CONTRARY,
IT'S MY PLEASURE.

HERE WE ARE.

ISN'T IT NICE IN HERE.

QUINT BUILT IT
FOR US.

IT TOOK HIM 4 MONTHS.

IS MISS FLORA
TO JOIN US?

I'M SURE SHE IS.

I REMEMBER AS A CHILD
WHEN WE WERE--

[THUMP]

WHAT WAS THAT?

THERE ARE SQUIRRELS HERE,
YOU KNOW.

BUT I DID HEAR
SOMETHING.

IT COULD BE JUST...

WHAT?

I'LL GO AND LOOK.

RIGHT.

Grose: CAN YOU
SEE ANYTHING?

MILES, BE CAREFUL.

RIGHT.

WHERE ARE YOU, DEAR?

JUST A MOMENT.

UNH!

BE A GOOD BOY, MILES,

AND COME BACK
AND FINISH YOUR TEA.

THAT I SURELY WILL.
HA HA HA!

NOW WHAT DO YOU
THINK YOU'RE AT?

MILES?

MILES?

MILES!!

DEAR GOD,
HE'S TAKEN THE LADDER AWAY!

OH, MILES!

OH, HELP ME!

[COUGHS]

[SNIFFS]

GOOD EVENING, QUINT.

GOOD EVENING, LAD.

YOUR HAIR,
IT DOES LOOK TIDY.

DO YOU LIKE IT?

I TOLD YOU
I'D ARRANGE EVERYTHING.

GOOD LUCK, QUINT.

[WHISPERING]
THEY'RE UP THERE.

[WHISTLING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

HOW SMART YOU LOOK.

SO CLEAN.

YOU SEE, I DIDN'T
BELIEVE FOR ONE MINUTE

THAT YOU CARE
NOTHING FOR ME.

IT WAS JUST A LIE,
WASN'T IT?

LIES?
PART OF IT LIES.

YOU HAD TO SEE ME.

THAT'S RIGHT.

AND YOU DIDN'T RISK
LOSING THE WORK HERE,

ISN'T THAT TRUE?

AND YOU KNOW THAT ALL
MRS. GROSE HAS TO DO

IS TO WRITE ONE NOTE
TO THE MASTER,

AND YOU'RE FINISHED HERE.
YOU KNOW THAT.

THAT DOESN'T SUIT YOU.

IT LOOKS...UNCOMFORTABLE.

[THUNDER]

HOW HOT YOU ARE.

HAVE YOU BEEN RUNNING?

NOT RUNNING, MARGARET.

I'M NOT FRIGHTENED,
QUINT.

I KNOW
WHAT YOU WANT,

AND IT'S ALL RIGHT.

HOW STRONG YOU ARE.

IS THAT HOW
YOU LIKE TO APPEAR?

DARK AND COLD,

AS IF YOU'RE
ABOUT TO BE EVIL.

YES?

AND ALL I WOULD HAVE TO DO--

DID YOU EVER THINK ON THAT?--

WAS TO SCREAM OUT BUT ONCE,

OR TO RUN DOWN TO THE VILLAGE,
THE POLICEMEN THERE.

IT WOULD HAVE MEANT JAIL,
QUINT.

YEARS.

I COULD HAVE DONE
ANYTHING TO YOU

FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME
IN THE BEGINNING.

[THUNDER]

NO.

WHY NOT?

WHAT HAVE I GAINED
BY MY SILENCE?

MYSELF.

BUT YOU'VE JUST TOLD
MILES YOU CARE NOTHING,

THAT YOU'D END IT NOW.

AND THIS IS THE LAST
OF IT, ISN'T IT?

TONIGHT.

AS YOU WISH.

OH, I DO.

LOOK,
I HAVE NO FEAR.

I AM FREE.

IT IS DONE.

[THUNDER]

SEE, QUINT?
HOW LITTLE IT MATTERS.

I NEED YOU WITH ME,
MARGARET.

I NEED YOU
TO STAY WITH ME.

TO LIVE WITH YOU
IN YOUR PIGSTY?

I'LL GIVE YOU PIGSTY.

OH!

OH!

UNH!

OH!

UNH!

I'M NO PIG!

Quint: I'M NO PIG!

UNH!

[CREAKING]

WHO'S DOWN THERE?

WHO IS IT?

PETER QUINT.

Grose: QUINT? QUINT!

GET ME DOWN
FROM HERE AT ONCE.

YOU HEAR ME?

YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS,
MY MAN.

QUINT!

OH, IT'S YOU,
MASTER MILES.

HELP ME DOWN,
I PRAY YOU.

NEVER FEAR, MRS. GROSE.

I'LL HAVE YOU DOWN
IMMEDIATELY.

GOOD BOY.

Grose: MISS JESSEL?

MISS JESSEL, I HAVE
LOOKED EVERYWHERE
THIS MORNING

FOR MASTER MILES
AND MISS FLORA.

THEY WERE UP EARLIER.

THEY WENT TO THE LAKE
FOR SOMETHING.

I WANT YOU TO KNOW,
MISS JESSEL,

THAT I AM SOLID
WORRIED ABOUT THEM.

THEIR GENERAL BEHAVIOR,

AND WHAT THEY DID TO ME
YESTERDAY.

AND THOUGH I WAS TOLD
NOT TO CONTACT THE MASTER,

I FEEL THAT I MUST.

I THINK MILES'
BEHAVIOR OUTRAGEOUS

WHAT HE DID TO YOU.

BUT YOU MUST SEE IT
IN THE LIGHT OF A PRANK,

DON'T YOU THINK?

ARE YOUR EYES WEAK
THIS MORNING, MISS JESSEL?

NO, WHY?

I WAS JUST
WONDERING WHY--

WHY WHAT?

WHY YOU SHOULD
NEED TO WEAR A VEIL
IN THE HOUSE?

[GASPS]

YOU SLUT.

AND IT WAS ALL A TRICK
AGAINST ME.

[FLORA SCREAMS]

[FLORA SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

AAH!

[FLORA SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

Grose: THE DEVIL!

THE DEVIL IS
IN BOTH OF YOU!

GOD FORGIVE YOU!

Miles: LET GO!

DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND

WHAT I SEE
WITH MY OWN EYES?

YOU NEARLY KILLED
FLORA,

YOU LITTLE DOG!

DAMN YOU,
YOU OLD WOMAN!
YOU STOPPED ME!

Jessel: FLORA!

DID YOU STOP?
DID YOU STOP?

YOU INTERFERED!
MILES WAS RIGHT!

DAMN YOU!

THE POINT WAS,
BUT YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND!

IT WAS A GAME!

I WAS MEANT TO DIE!

A GAME? TO DIE?

AND YOU RUINED IT!

AND YOU WANTED
TO DIE?

Flora: OH, YES!!

[FLORA CRYING]

WELL?

WHAT TO SAY?

THEY SAW YOU
LAST NIGHT.

WITH HIM.

YES.

THEY REPEATED
EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID.

NO!

OH, YES, THEY DID.
EVERYTHING.

THEY CANNOT COPY
EVERYTHING

BECAUSE THEY CANNOT
KNOW THAT...

THEY ARE STILL CHILDREN.

THEY CANNOT
POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND

THAT WHATEVER
I HAVE DONE...

IF YOU LIKE,
WHATEVER WICKEDNESS
I HAVE DONE...

IT WAS WITH LOVE.

AND THINK YOU NOW--

NOW YOU HAVE SEEN
WITH YOUR OWN EYES
WHAT COMES OF IT--

IT IS STILL LOVE?

I BEG YOU NOT TO.

HAD MISS FLORA DIED,

AND BY MILES' HAND,

MARGARET,
HAVE YOU THOUGHT?

[CLOCK CHIMES]

I COULD HAVE
PITIED YOU ONCE...

BUT NOW...

I SHALL WRITE
TO LONDON.

EITHER YOU MUST GO
AND NEVER COME BACK,

OR SURELY YOU WILL
BE SACKED FROM HERE.

OH, THE IGNOMINY.

[SOBBING]

[CLOCK TICKING]

THERE ARE NO
LESSONS TODAY, FLORA.

I'M AFRAID I'M--

AND WHY NOT?

ARE YOU ILL,
MISS JESSEL?

I'M TIRED.

I NOTICE THAT
NOTHING IS WRITTEN

ON THE BLACKBOARD.

FLORA!

AND THAT YOUR EYES
ARE RED AND PUFFY,

AS IF YOU'VE
BEEN CRYING.

WHAT IF I HAVE?

MAY I ASK YOU

ARE YOU
IN GREAT PAIN?

LET ME HELP YOU.

TOO LATE, FLORA.

BUT WHY?

BECAUSE I AM ILL.

BUT I AM NOT.

YOU LOVE HIM.

NO.

PLEASE.
YOU DO.

I HATE.

THEN--THEN YOU DO LOVE.

BUT YOU CRY,
MISS JESSEL.

DO YOU HURT SO?

DON'T WORRY SO
FOR ME.

BUT I DO.

IF ONLY YOU
COULD UNDERSTAND

HOW CRUEL I'VE
BEEN TO YOU

AND THAT I
DID NOT KNOW

I WAS TO MISLEAD YOU.

BUT YOU HAVEN'T AT ALL.

ON THE BLACKBOARD,
I WRITE

THE GRAMMAR
AND THE SPELLING

AND ALL THE NICE WORDS.

[INHALES DEEPLY]

I DID NOT MEAN TO SHOW
YOU SOMETHING ELSE.

YOU MEAN QUINT?

I'M SO ASHAMED.

YOU SEE, I CAN HELP YOU.

NO.

IT WILL ALL END.

LET ME HELP YOU.

WON'T YOU LET ME?

I WILL GO.

GO, MISS JESSEL?

YOU MUST NOT GO.
YOU MUST STAY.

I CAN ARRANGE ANYTHING.

I CAN TELL QUINT
AND HE WILL MEET YOU.

NO.

JUST ONCE
BEFORE YOU GO.

I LOVE QUINT,
BUT YOU CANNOT
HELP ME.

Miles: COLD!
YOU'RE COLD!

CAN'T CATCH ME!

HA!

COME ON NOW!

HERE!
CAN'T CATCH ME!

[LAUGHTER]

[LAUGHS]

I'LL EAT YOUR LIFE!

MISSED!

HA! COME ON NOW!

GOT IT!
AAH, ME HAT!

I'LL GET YOU!

[LAUGHING]

GOT YOU NOW!

HA HA.

OH, GOD.

IT'S MY
TURN NOW.

OH, NO. OH, NO.

GOTTA REST A BIT.

[PANTING]

WHAT DID YOU SAY
ABOUT DYING, QUINT?

HUH? WHAT? WHAT?

WELL, WHERE'S
THE DEAD GO, QUINT?

THE DEAD?

THEY DON'T GO NOWHERE.

THEY GOT
NOWHERE TO GO.

AAH.

BUT HOW DO
YOU MEET THEM?

IF YOU WANT
TO MEET THEM,

YOU'LL HAVE TO
DIE YOURSELF.

SO, THE DEAD PEOPLE
MEET EACH OTHER?

THAT'S RIGHT.

BUT DO THEY LOVE
EACH OTHER?

SURE. OF COURSE THEY DO.

BUT LIVE PEOPLE LOVE
EACH OTHER, TOO.

WELL...

I SUPPOSE SO.

BUT SOMETIMES
IT'S HARD TO TELL.

WELL, YOU SEE, IF...

IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE,
YOU WANT TO KILL THEM.

PLEASE.

SAY IT AGAIN, QUINT.

WELL, IF YOU REALLY...

IF YOU REALLY LOVE SOMEONE,

SOME TIMES YOU...

YOU REALLY WANT
TO KILL THEM.

I ORDERED A DRIVER.

I'M SENDING...

ALL OF THIS
UP TO LONDON
IN ADVANCE.

BY TOMORROW,
I SHALL BE GONE.

[BIRDS CAWING]

[NICKERING]

I PUT THE CASES
ON THE COACH, MADAM.

THANK YOU.

[WHISPERING]
You stay here,

and I'll give you
a signal from the tower.

QUINT?

OH, PETER, DID YOU THINK
I WOULD LEAVE YOU

WITHOUT A WORD?

[GASPS]

PETER! PETER!

PLEASE, HELP ME!
HELP ME, PETER, HELP!

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING]

PETER, HELP! PETER!

[PANTING]

WE DON'T WANT YOU TO GO!

[GASPING]

WE WANT YOU
TO STAY WITH US.

YOU SEE, YOU MUST STAY.

WE LOVE YOU.

[DOOR OPENS]

AH, YOU'VE
GOT THE LAKE.

IT'S THE WRONG
SHAPE.

IT WILL DO.

ALL OF THESE ARE
THE TREES THINGS?

THEY GO ALL AROUND THE LAKE.

YOU PUT THE ISLAND
IN THE MIDDLE...

THESE ARE THE REEDS.

DOESN'T LOOK MUCH
LIKE REEDS TO ME.

USE YOUR IMAGINATION.

THE BOAT.

IT'S GOT
A HOLE IN IT.

WHAT'S THE USE
OF A BOAT

WITH A HOLE IN IT?

SO IT WILL SINK.

WHAT'S THIS?

GIVE IT TO ME.

THIS IS MISS JESSEL.

I MADE IT.

OH.

SHE'S DROWNING.

AND THE DUCKS,
PLEASE, FLORA.

I WASN'T GOING
TO USE THEM.

AND WHY NOT?

YOU MADE THEM WRONG.

I DID NOT.

DUCKS ARE WHITE.

THERE IS NO WHITE.

A GREEN AND RED DUCK

IS OUT OF
THE QUESTION.

LOAD OF ROT.
I MADE THEM.

I HATE THEM!

FLORA!
[SOBBING]

FLORA!

NOW YOU SPOILED IT.

OH, NO.

QUINT!

[SLAMS DOOR]

GET UP!

QUINT!

YOU WILL GO,
QUINT, AND TODAY--

BECAUSE I HAVE
WRITTEN!

AND THAT'S
THE END OF IT.

[BELL CHIMES]

NOW THAT I HAVE
TOLD YOU ALL I KNOW,

IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT YOU GO
DOWN TO BLYE HOUSE IMMEDIATELY.

YES, SIR.

AS THE FORMER YOUNG
WOMAN LEFT SO SUDDENLY,

I BELIEVE IT WAS IN ANSWER
TO AN URGENT CALL

FROM HER FAMILY--

A RELATIVE WHO HAD BEEN
TAKEN SUDDENLY SICK.

THE CHILDREN ARE LEFT
ALONE VIRTUALLY--

JUST WITH A HOUSEKEEPER
AND THE GARDENER.

I UNDERSTAND.

HAVE YOU ANY QUESTIONS?

UNLESS THE CHILDREN
ARE TAKEN VERY
SICK INDEED

OR THERE HAS
BEEN AN ACCIDENT
IN THE HOUSE,

I MUST ON NO ACCOUNT
GET IN TOUCH WITH YOU.

ON NO ACCOUNT.

AND THE WELFARE
AND TUTORING
OF THE CHILDREN

REMAINS IN MY CARE.

IT DOES IN TOTAL.

BUT YOU WILL REQUIRE
A REPORT OF THE--

FROM TIME TO TIME.

IF YOU LIKE,
EVERY 6 MONTHS.

I AM A BUSY MAN,
AND...

FORTHWITH THEN.

I AM SO GRATEFUL.

THE BUTLER
WILL SEE YOU OUT.

[GOOSE HONKING]

[GASPS]

Grose: HERE, MILES.

HERE ARE YOUR PRUNES.

YES, MRS. GROSE.

WE DON'T
OFTEN SIT HERE,

DO WE?

NO.
NO.

A SPECIAL
OCCASION.

WE DON'T UNDERSTAND.

WELL, MILES
AND FLORA,

NOW, FIRSTLY,

AS YOU ALREADY
HAVE GATHERED,

MISS JESSEL HAS
SUDDENLY LEFT US.

SHE HAS?

YES, MILES.

ALL OF A SUDDEN,
SHE HAD TO LEAVE

TO SEE A RELATIVE WHO
HAS BECOME VERY ILL.

SHE HAD?

WHY WEREN'T WE TOLD
OF THIS, MRS. GROSE?

I...

SHE DIDN'T WANT
TO UPSET YOU.

SHE WANTED TO...

JUST LEAVE.

WELL, YOU KNOW
HOW VERY FOND

SHE WAS OF YOU BOTH.

AND THAT IS WHY SHE
DIDN'T SAY GOOD-BYE.

VERY WELL.

SHE ASKED ME
TO CONVEY TO YOU

HER MOST SINCERE
GOOD WISHES

AND FOR THE FUTURE.

ARE WE TO
UNDERSTAND

SHE WILL NEVER
COME BACK?

TRUE, FLORA, BUT--

HOW PERPLEXING.

WHAT IS,
MY DEAR?

'CAUSE SHE
WILL COME BACK.

OH, ON
THE CONTRARY.

SHE HAS TO.

FLORA, I--

SHE HAS
NOWHERE TO GO.

THEREFORE,
SHE CAN
ONLY STAY.

THEREFORE...

A NEW GOVERNESS
WILL BE ARRIVING

IN HER STEAD.

THEREFORE,
MISS JESSEL
HAS--

WHAT WAS THAT YOU
SAID, MRS. GROSE?

I SAID,
MASTER MILES,

YOU ARE TO MEET
A NEW TUTOR.

I DON'T BELIEVE IT.

MISS JESSEL WOULD
NOT ALLOW IT TO HAPPEN.

MISS JESSEL
HAS GONE.

[DOG BARKING DISTANTLY]

WOULD YOU
BE SO KIND,

I'D LIKE SOME
MORE PRUNES.

CHEESE FOR ME,
PLEASE.

[DISTANT LAUGHTER]

[GRUNTS]

I'M SORRY, QUINT.

[GROANING]

PLEASE KEEP STILL.

IT WON'T BE LONG.

MISS JESSEL'S WAITING.

[GRUNTS]

COME ALONG, CHILDREN!

COME DOWN!

WHOA!

WHOA, NOW.

WELCOME TO
BLYE HOUSE,
MY DEAR.

THANK YOU.

YOU'LL BE VERY
HAPPY HERE.

I'M SURE I WILL.

THE JOURNEY,
WAS IT TIRING?

NO, IT WAS
VERY PLEASANT.

WELL, WELL,
WELL, WELL!

AND HERE WE
HAVE MISS FLORA

AND MASTER MILES.

YOUR NEW GOVERNESS,
MY DEARS.

YOU COULD NOT
HOPE TO MEET

IN ALL YOUR LIFE MORE
EXQUISITE YOUNG ANGELS

AS ARE MILES AND FLORA.

GOOD AFTERNOON.

WAS IT A PLEASANT
JOURNEY YOU HAD?

THANK YOU, FLORA.

IT WAS.

MILES, DEAR?

Miles: HELLO.

SHAKE MY HAND,
PLEASE.

HOLD IT VERY TIGHTLY.

AAGH!

[FROG CROAKING]

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