All language subtitles for What the Peeper Saw aka Night Child (Diabólica malicia) (1972) UK BRD 720p

Marcus?

I let myself in.

You weren't expected
until the week.

I have a key.

Paul...

Father had one cut for me.

Yes, of course.

You should have a key.

I hired a car from the airport.

Took some money from the desk,

a thousand pesetas.

I almost called the police.

I knew Consuela had left.

Consuela?

She works for me,
around the house.

It was scary.

You were frightened?

I don't like to be alone.

I like to be alone.

Not to be confused
with being lonely,

that's quite different.

I'm sorry Paul isn't here.

He'll be very disappointed.

We thought it was over a week
til the end of term.

What happened?

Marcus.

There was an outbreak,
chickenpox.

Are you all right?

I'm never ill.

Anyway,
let's forget about school.

Welcome home.

We're going to be good friends.

Yes.

Paul wants that more
than anything.

Now, you must be hungry.

No, not really.
I'd better go and unpack.

What do I call you?

Elise. Ok?

Hmm.

Hi.

Anything I can do, get you?

No.

What would you like for dinner?

Anything.

Something special?
There must be something.

No.

Do you actually read
some of these books?

Most of them.

What's, uh,

phenology?

The study of the times

of recurring natural phenomena,

especially those that
appear to be related

to climatic conditions.

I like cold chicken and salad.

So do I.

Ice cream?

Chocolate?

Is there any other flavor?

How old are you?

Fifteen or fifty.

Depends on how I feel.

Twenty-five?

Twenty-two. Why?

Paul's forty-two.

Yes.

Mother was thirty-five
when she died.

Yes, I know.

When I'm twenty-five,
you'll be thirty-five.

Marcus?

Yes.

Marcus,

it's Paul on the phone
from Paris.

He wants to talk to you.

Ok, come in.

Hello.

Hello, Paul.

Yes, chickenpox, that's right.

The flight was fine.

Yes.

She's very beautiful.

That goes without saying.

I'm sure we will.

Quite sure.

Okay.

Here she is then.

He wants to speak to you.

Paul. Huh?

Oh, darling,
it's a terrible line.

What?

Yes.

Saturday night dinner
with Clive.

No, no.

No, he'll understand.

Huh?

You, you don't have to explain.

Paul.

No, no. He'll understand.

I must go.

Marcus.

Marcus!

Breakfast!

Ooh, one for you already?

Oh, a book club circular.

Anything interesting?

No, they're a nuisance.

They even send them here.

Anything for me?

Don't think so. Here.

Expecting one from Paris?

Well, you never know your luck.

Do you want me to write
to them for you?

What?

The book club.
Take you off their list.

No, let them waste their money.

Oh, here. Let me.

Tell me if you feel queasy.

Yes.

Don't want you catching
chickenpox.

No.

All right.

Good.

Marcus.

What?

Don't you have any friends?

Of course.

I meant around here.

Not here. No.

Not at all?

No.

Pity.

Why?

It's a shame to waste a pool.

I suppose so.

Paul and I use it so little.

You look... lonely all
by yourself.

I've got Trotsky.

Marcus? That letter, Marcus.

What letter?

From the book club.

I tore it up.

Without opening it?

Yes.

You're sure it was a circular?

Yes.

Addressed to you?

You're mysterious
this afternoon.

Just inquisitive.

One of my vices.

Salt.

What?

A pillar of salt, Lot's wife,
in the Bible.

Turned to salt
for looking back.

Curiosity was her downfall.

Sounds like a slogan
for a horror film.

All virgins, fangs
and hairy faces.

Why do you try to talk
like Paul?

Do I?

All the time.

I can see your eyes,

but you can't see mine.

Did he like the book idea?

So-so.

What went wrong?

Oh, it will be all right.

If I had chickenpox,

I could stay in bed.

Show me your tongue.

Put it away.

DeGray sends his love.

He says you can come
and work for him

whenever you like.

Lovely, old lech.

Lovely.

Why an English school?

Odd question.

Sarah wanted it.

Oh, ...sorry.

I didn't... know.

Forget it.

Oh, honey.

You witch.

Love you, baby.

Oh, Paul!

Oh, Paul!

Ha ha ha - Oh, you monster!

Paul!

Hey.

Aren't you supposed
to be sleeping?

Paul?

Hmm'?

Ls Marcus happy at school?

Getting all parental?

Has he got any friends?

Of course.

Know any of them?

He isn't all cranium...

and pebble lancers

surrounded by chess sets.

He's a great kid.

You only have to watch him.

I do.

He seems, uh, distant.

From a woman,
that means lonely.

All right, lonely.

He has his problems.

Of course.

It's too easy to forget that...

he's only a child,
twelve years old.

He needs as much love,
warmth, sympathy,

understanding...
as any other kid.

His mother's death must
have stunned him.

Of course it did.

Was he very broken up?

Very.

I booked a table.

Oh, does Marcus know we're
going out?

We always do at the end
of term.

He loves Chinese food.

Well, I'd better go and scrub
his knees

or whatever it is twelve
year olds get dirty.

I would like to learn Chinese.

Why, for chrissakes?

Then I could read Confucius,

in the original.

Confucius?

He gave the instructions
on the training necessary

to become a superior man.

"The Great Learning"
it was called.

Sounds hip.

It had most things in perspective.

Especially wives.

Seven basic reasons for divorce,

disobedience, barrenness,
lewdness,

jealousy

garrulousness, leprosy and
stealing.

No corruption or stupidity?

Utopia.

Did you borrow
some money, Elise?

Borrow?

From my desk.

Marcus paid for his car
coming from the airport.

Three hundred pesetas.

You told me...

I thought you told me
a thousand pesetas.

No, Elise.

Doesn't matter.

I'm sure you told me
a thousand pesetas.

When?

In the hall.

I mentioned no amount.

Look, forget it.

How much is missing?

Elise, forget it.

I shouldn't have said anything.

I just thought that...

Perhaps Consuela...

She's so honest, she wouldn't
take a biscuit without asking.

All right.

I didn't have any Spanish money.

Elise, uh,
Elise made a mistake.

Yeah.

Would any of you feel insulted
if I asked for a spoon and fork?

I'm starving.

Come on in, Paul.
The water's lovely.

Corning.

Paul.

Uh hum.

Do you love me?

Odd question.

Do you?

Of course I do.

Why so serious?

Do you love her?

Very much.

And "her"

is Elise.

Sorry.

What's wrong?

She doesn't like me.

Not so loud, she can hear you.

She doesn't. I can tell.

You idiot.

And she thinks I stole
the money.

That isn't funny, Marcus.

You heard her.

She was mistaken.

She searched my room.

Thank you.

Did you search Marcus' room?

Does he think I did?

Yes.

Do you think I did?

I hope not.

But you're not sure.

No.

What am I supposed
to have been looking for?

The money.

I see.

Well...

Well, what?

Did you?

Where's the school?

Berkshire.

Beautiful.

Cookham, near Windsor.

Is he happy there?

He doesn't complain.

Paul...

Hmm'?

Does he resent me?

No.

It's going to take time.

We both knew that.

Marcus.

Thank you.

Will you wait, please?

Yes.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Bezant.

My secretary told me you'd,
uh, phoned from the airport.

Please sit down.

To be quite frank,

I had expected Mr. Bezant

to have contacted me before now.

He's been away,
almost constantly,

working flat-out on a new book,

with Splash Publishers.

On surrealism.

I read his articles
in the Sunday Times.

It must be very difficult

coping with so many boys.

I have a first class staff.

I meant all the cuts
and bruises,

measles and, uh, chickenpox.

Per taskwork, we've only had
one broken wrist.

And the usual assortment
of colds this term.

Dr. Kessel, as you
no doubt realize,

Marcus is my stepson.

I met him for the first time
when he came home.

Forgive me if I seem
a little blunt, but, uh,

I would prefer
to discuss this matter

with your husband.

I was hoping I could protect him
from the worry.

Your husband has seen my letter?

Not yet.

I wanted to speak to you first.

I see.

I haven't seen the letter.

But, uh...

Marcus destroyed it.

I found some smaller pieces
in a book.

I find this very disturbing.

I think perhaps, uh,
you should see this letter.

I just didn't realize.

What were these series
of unfortunate incidents?

Why did you expel Marcus?

I find this very distressing,
Mrs. Bezant.

It must have been serious.

The boy is quite brilliant,

the most outstanding pupil
we've ever had.

Was it other boys?

Homosexuality?

No.

That we usually know how
to deal with.

Dr. Kessel, please.

I appreciate that this
is very difficult, embarrassing,

but I can't do anything
to relieve the situation

unless I know all the facts.

It, uh, ..

Started with these drawings.

We've had a series of complaints
from local people.

A prowler, a face at the window,
voyeur.

A boy from the school,
they were quite certain.

Marcus?

If fitted in with previous
patterns in his behavior.

Previous patterns?

One of the groundsmen rescued
him from a beating one night.

Sorry.

Merrill pavilion is very
popular among courting couples

in the village.

Apparently, Marcus had
engineered, uh,

some spy holes at various
vantage points.

You mentioned a beating.

One of the lads from the village
caught Marcus spying on him

and his girl.

If Clayton hadn't been around,

he might have ended
up in hospital.

But why didn't you report
these incidents

as they occurred, Dr. Kessel?

Mrs. Bezant, I think we're
at some variance.

I've had several meetings
with your husband

concerning the boy.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I just wasn't aware.

At first, we naturally
attributed his behavior

as a reaction to his mother's
most distressing death.

But, uh,

that was nearly two years ago.

He stole a cat... killed it,
after torturing it.

But the other incidents,

serious as they were,

it was possible to understand,
overlooking them.

I can cope with... most things,

but this was

horrifying.

Frankly, I didn't know how
to deal with it

and didn't feel much
like trying.

I'm very sorry,

I had no alternative
but to remove the boy.

You look so beautiful.

Enter, enter.

There's no one here but me.

Sophie me.

Uh, that rhymes.

Sophie me.

Fie me.

And I may be a...
I'm the hostess,

and I've had the most.

Oh, here, let me.

How lovely.

Oh!

So sorry.

Much too much.

My own party too.

But I don't like the people.

None of them.

Thank you.

I think what you need
is some coffee.

What I need, my lovely lady,

is a very big man,

with very rough hands.

This place...

doesn't it give you the creeps?

No. Why?

Sarah.

She was my friend.

Under the water.

What happened?

Dead.

Sophie, tell me what happened.

Must not get all morbid.

Ask Paul.

Bye, lovely lady.

Thanks for the...

That was your house.

Yes.

Her house.

Yes.

Now it's Sophie's.

Why didn't you tell me?

I sold it after Sarah died.

I haven't been back there
til tonight.

I was trying to prove
to myself that...

that it was over.

No ghosts.

You didn't think about me.

We're going to share our lives.

Remember?

Please, let's forget it.

You bastard!

What are those people
going to think?

The majority are incapable.

The damned place was choked
with zombies.

Don't you have a normal friend?

Tell me what happened.

It was a heart attack.

She was bathing.

She slipped under the water.

She had a weak heart.

I didn't even know it.

Anyway, what does it matter,

bath or bed or where?

She is dead.

Your performance in the Chinese
restaurant...

first night we went
out together.

Marcus took that money, Paul.

Did he?

I think you know he did.

I found it, caught in the back
of the drawer.

That was all.

He put it back.

Accusations are becoming a...

a thing with you.

And his headmaster?

Is he in on this conspiracy?

Kessel?

Have you spoken to Kessel?

I've, uh, been to the school.

I took the early morning plane

the day you went to Barcelona.

Paul...

there was no chickenpox.

Marcus destroyed the letter.

Kessel wrote to explain it.

You've been so busy
with the book, so tired.

I only wanted to help him,
to help you.

I suppose he took you through

the complete chamber of horrors.

The drawings, complaints.

He was never identified
by any of those people.

The police reports,
the pavilion incident.

Paul, why didn't you tell me?

Marcus is over all that.

He killed a cat.

Tortured it.

Kessel can't deal
with him anymore.

Can't overlook it this time.

Marcus was expelled.

I'll talk to Marcus.

Talk to him!?

What do you want me to do?

Beat him within an inch
of his life?

Lock him under the stairs?
Shave his head?

You have done nothing
but harass him.

Accusing him, searching
his room, going to his school.

You made your mind up
before you met...

that you weren't going
to like him.

That's a terrible thing to say.

While you were listening
to Kessel crucify my son,

did you ever stop to think why?

Why?

Or were you only
interested in...

in exposing him?

I wanted to help him.

To do that, you have
to face facts.

You're just pretending
it never happened.

Like Sarah's death.

Sell the house, forget...

close your mind.

Now I just feel confused.

And frightened for us all.

Do I have to spell
it out for you?

Are you that obtuse?

Marcus found his mother
in the bath.

A few months later,

the incidents started.

Poor Marcus.

Poor little devil.

I hadn't realized.

I destroyed everything
of Sarah's.

Clothes, photographs,
everything.

Darling... he needs time.

Time and love.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Wait til you get to know him,

love him...

like I do.

I will, Paul, I know I will.

Thought you were here.

Did you want something?

Are you busy?

No.

Paul has to go to Paris
again soon.

I was wondering if there
was something special

you like to do?

We could go out... anywhere.

Not really. I like it here.

I've got all I want.

Marcus, Paul has told me
about your mother.

Has he?

I didn't know.

I suppose not.

I was in the attic.

Why, what's up there?

I found some clothes and things

in an old trunk.

Did you?

I know they're Sarah's things.

I shouldn't think so.

You see, Paul threw all
the clothes away.

Didn't he tell you?

I'll talk to him if you like.

You could keep them in here,

if it helps.

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

I'm sorry, Elise.

What was she like?

Sorry, you... won't want to talk
about it.

I don't mind.

Was she beautiful?

No.

Attractive?

To some maybe.

Was she tall?, short?,
dark?, fair?

Tall, fair.

If you really don't...

No, you want to know.

I thought it might help to talk
about her.

So, you're not just
being inquisitive?

Not this time.

Sarah was...

exposed.

In what way?

She never knew when Paul
and I were joking.

I sympathize.

What did you think when Paul
told you about...

the accident?

Accident?

Sarah's accident.

She had a heart attack.

Didn't Paul explain?

No.

I wonder why not.

What did happen?

I'm sorry. If Paul...

I want to know

I can't.

I have a right to know.

Then you must ask your husband.

Paul refuses to talk about it.

I can't force the issue.

What has he said?

She died from a heart attack
while she was bathing.

Just that?

Just that.

Please, Sophie.

It could mean a great deal
to me.

Nearly two years ago,

it was Marcus' birthday.

He didn't want a party.

At ten, he was far
too sophisticated

for jelly rabbits and squeak,
piggy, squeak.

Paul had arranged
a family party.

A family meal.

Sarah went to have a bath.

Nobody could work out exactly

how it happened.

There was an electric heater
beside the bath.

The insulation had perished...

the current jumped the pipes...

through the taps.

She was electrocuted?

Had she been healthy,

it wouldn't have done
more than shake her.

But she had a heart condition.

She had kept it a secret from
everyone.

Paul sold me the house, took
Marcus abroad,

came back to the new house.

Marcus went off to school, Paul
back to his work.

Accident, accident, accident!

The sniping between you two.

You with your stupid suspicions.

Him with his innuendos.

I'm like a...
I'm like a punch bag.

Oh, god.

I thought I'd got
away from all this.

All what?

You are beginning to sound
like Sarah.

You're even beginning to look
like her.

(musk; 3.

Hello, genius.

What are you reading,

De Sade?

Did you love her?

Did you love your mother?

I don't think so.

Did Paul?

Ask him.

I'm asking you!

His grief was...

transitory.

Hiding behind big words.

Cold as a fish.

You're not a child.

You're a...

thing.

You're a freak.

So is this circus.

She looked like a fish.

A dead fish under the water,

her mouth wide open.

What did you do, Marcus?

Were you frightened?

Did you scream?

Cry?

Run away?

I laughed.

She looked so surprised.

So ridiculous.

So vulnerable.

You laughed?

When Paul came, he was sick.

Oh, you're actually working.
Ha ha ha.

Well, that's what mortals
do sometimes.

You're due at the airport
in an hour.

Let me have a go!

What's the matter?

Why don't you go and lie down.

You're impossible.

I'll drive you to the airport.

No.

Why not?

Because you're drunk...

and you're a mess.

I'll have a shower.

No!

I'll be ready in fifteen minutes.

I'll take a taxi.

Paul.

Paul, I'm sorry.

Please.

You're too drunk.

I've just come from the attic.

There's a large trunk.

And underneath, the floorboards
have been cut away.

You were spying on Paul and me.

Of course.

But why?

To use Paul's self-conscious
chitchat

it turns me on.

Sarah.

You spied on Sarah too?

She wasn't as entertaining.

No acrobatics.

And Paul's getting older.

Did he have anything to do
with Sarah's death?

My mother died
from a heart attack.

After the "accident"
with the electric heater?

You know, don't you?

Do I?

Yes.

You think I would give you
this information?

Not freely.

Are you suggesting
some sort of exchange?

Why not?

What do you have
that I could possible want?

Money?

Really!

What then?

Anything?

Anything.

You!

Your natural presence.

Was Sarah's death an accident?

No.

It was murder.

Was it murder?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Yes.

You knew all the time.

And said nothing?

Yes.

Paul did know she had
a heart condition.

No.

He must have.

He didn't.

Then how...

Yes.

I did.

How?

I found a letter...
from a specialist.

And you told Paul?

No.

You little bastard!
You knew nothing.

All lies! Just a dirty,
little schoolboy.

No.

Dirty drawings, peepholes.

No.

Killing cats, thief.

A dirty little schoolboy
couldn't murder his mother.

I did.

I did, Elise.

Yes.

Look.

That?

You knew about it.

That was cut by one
of the electricians

to locate the main cable
before we moved in.

Did he cut that too?

What?

There.

A small hole... in the plaster.

There, covered with gauze.

There's nothing, Elise.

A peephole.

Show me.

Where?

There.

It was.

It was there.

You could see everything.

The bed, everything!

A spyhole... into our room.

Elise.

He must have filled it in.

No, Elise.

He filled it in.

He knew I'd show it you.

Elise.

I know how it is.

Oh, for chrissakes,

stop understanding
everything, everyone.

Me and...

And?

Start facing the truth
about Marcus.

The truth?

You accuse him
of stealing money,

search his room.

Now it's peepholes in ceilings.

You drag me all the way
back from Paris

with neurotic phone calls
for this?

It was a hole...

It was!

I wouldn't have dragged you back
from Paris for nothing.

All right, I...

I'll see him... talk to him.

I promise.

Now?

All right.

Well?

I couldn't make much sense
out of any of it.

But you did question him,

about the hole?

Yes.

He denies it.

Yes.

Of course he would.

He is my son.

He's Sarah's son too.

What does that mean?

Well, he told me...

What?

Paul...

you do believe me
about the hole?

I don't know what
to believe any longer.

But Paul, I swear.

All right.

All right, perhaps you are right.

What do you mean?

Perhaps he should see someone.

A psychiatrist.

Paul, oh, we'd be much happier.

Maybe.

Oh, I know I'm right.

Maybe.

Paul,

it's the only way
we can start all over again.

Yes.

Where's Paul?

Madrid.

Seeing Dr. Viorne?

Yes.

How boring.

She bores you?

All psychiatry bores me.

Have you told her yet?

That I despise her?

No, what you told me.

What did Paul say
when you told him?

Sarah was drinking coffee.

I'm not interested.

The cup was floating
on the water.

Tell Dr. Viorne.

Paul knew as soon as he saw her.

Did he say as much?

No, but he knew.

Your mother died
from a heart attack.

I organized that heart attack.

Now you want Paul
to give you the credit.

Yes.

Marcus is going to kill me.

I tried to reach it
with a stick.

I'll see to it.

I thought dogs could swim.

It could.

That night we went
out for dinner...

and the next and the next.

We were married in three weeks.

He's a most attractive man.

Yes.

He told you about the boy.

A little.

And the mother?

Yes.

That she had died?

A heart attack.

Did this bother you?

I don't think so.

When you knew he had a child?

Not at all.

You didn't mind?

No.

Did he talk much about Marcus?

Not very much. Not often.

You thought this
in any way... odd?

No.

We were too full of each other.

How long was it before you
actually met the child?

Three months.

He was away at school.

But you saw photographs.

Only one.

Paul doesn't like photographs.

Tell me about your first
meeting with the child.

Paul was in Paris again.

It was a very hot afternoon.

I'd been to the cleaners
to collect some clothes.

We just stood there.

I can remember his exact words,

"I hired a car, took some money
from the desk".

And then "A thousand pesetas".

But he denied this?

Without turning a hair.

Why do you think?

To test Paul.

To test him?

To see who he would believe,

him or me.

And who did he believe?

I'm not sure.

There was an argument?

Not really.

Marcus admitted the theft?

You're kidding?

You were mistaken?

No! He took that money.

A thousand pesetas.

Wasn't it fifteen hundred?

It probably was.

But he told me a thousand.

He even lies about his lies.

Wasn't the money found...
at the back of the drawer?

He put it back.

You saw this?

No.

Well, someone saw this, uh,
Consuela?

No.

But you're certain?

Certain.

So, what did you do?

I looked through his room.

Hoping to discover
the stolen money?

Yes.

To what purpose?

Well, to prove to Paul
he was lying.

This was important to you?

Yes.

Even though you knew
it might cause Paul pain?

The truth has to be faced.

Is Paul very affectionate
towards the child?

Very.

You sound slightly negative.

He's always, umm, touching him.

Over affectionate?

Yes, you could say that.

You found a letter?

Part of a letter...
from Marcus' school,

when I was looking
for the money.

It was hidden in a book.

When the headmaster told you

that Paul knew about those
incidents, what did you feel?

I was surprised.

Angry?

Yes, angry-

Betrayed?

Yes.

And when you saw the erotic
drawings, what did you feel?

Nothing at first.

I was so amazed.

Amazed at what?

I don't know.

That Marcus should be so
advanced?

Advanced?

Knowledgeable.

Yes, it was that I suppose.

Were you disgusted?

No.

Embarrassed?

No.

The drawings were good?

Good?

Accurate?

Very, almost...

Yes?

Almost beautiful.

I see.

But then he told you
about the cat.

I felt sick!

You say Dr. Kessel
suggested that Marcus

should see a psychiatrist.

Yes.

And you told this to Paul?

Yes.

Why?

Why do you think?

What I think is irrelevant.

Sane people don't walk
around killing animals.

You think Marcus is insane?

He's not well.

He frightens you?

In a way.

Tell me.

He says things.

That frighten you?

Not frighten exactly.

Then what?

I can't say exactly.

Do you think...
you ever frighten him?

No.

Never? Never!

But you were suspicious of him?
I...

After the incident
at the Chinese restaurant.

Uh rather...

Deceptions?

Lies.

All the time.

He creates difficulties?

Yes.

Between Paul and you?

Yes.

Emotional difficulties?

Yes!

With his lies?

Lots of things.

He can just sit,
saying nothing...

and say everything.

- Do you dislike the boy?
- No.

Do you like him?
I want to help him.

Does he like you?

I don't know.

Do you think...
he might hate you?

I suppose he could.

Why should he hate you?

Not hate.

Resent?

Yes.

- Because of his mother?
- No!

You seem very sure.

Lam.

Why is that?

Well, you must have talked
about Sarah?

Yes.

What did he say?

Oh, many things.

He talks a lot about her.

Like what?

Oh, umm,

going to buy the dog,
...his puppy.

And their museum trips together.

Uh, the chocolate
ice cream story.

Childish, ephemeral things.

You seem surprised.

Even you?

Even you can't tell
when he's lying?

When you found this, umm, uh...

Peephole...

what did you first think of?

What Kessel told me.

About the child.

Oh, for chrissakes,
stop calling him a child!

He's not a child.

He's as adult as you or I.

Certainly not a child.

About Marcus.

Yes.

And what did you do?

I tried to contact Paul
at the airport.

To bring him home?

Yes.

- To show him?
- What else?

And what did you do
in the meantime?

Do?

Nothing.

What could I do?

Why did you take your clothes
off in front of the child?

Why did you take your clothes
off in front of the child Elise?

Wha-what?

You stripped in front
of the child.

He made me.

Forced you?

It was a game.

A game?

He was telling me things.

What sort of things, Elise?

I offered him money.

What for?

For the information.

What information?

About Paul and Sarah.

What about them?

I was wrong.

How, Elise?

I suspected Paul.

It wasn't Paul.

You wanted the child
to see your body.

He's not a child!

You thought he would admire
your body?

It was the only way.

What for, Elise?

To find out what happened.

Ask him. He suggested it.

Ask him, he suggested it!

He'll only tell you lies.

Did you harm the dog?

Can't you remember?

He murdered a cat,

why not the dog?

It was his dog.

He could have murdered it!

He could have murdered it!
Murdered?

Killed.

You said murdered.

Killed, killed, killed!

Can't you understand?

Marcus murdered his mother!

He told me!

It was the information
he made me strip for.

He laughed.

The coffee cup was floating.

He laughed.

Her mouth was open
under the water.

Ls this just for me?

I'm getting tired
and restless here.

Stop running around in circles.

Is it what you really want?

I thought it would be good
to get away.

Get rid of the house,

auction all the bad memories.

I love this place.

Even after what has happened?

Because of it, in a strange way.

We could be on a plane
next week...

if you think it would help.

Help what?

Us.

You, me, Marcus,

to become a family.

Running away never achieved
anything.

You mean that?

We stay.

Here. Here.

Come on.

Hello, Elise.

Hello, Marcus. How are you?

Very well.

This is Hannibal, a birthday
present from Paul.

Oh, he's very handsome.

You can take him out for a walk
later, if you want to.

Hmm, I like that very much.

After tea?

Mm-hmm.

Just you and me?

Just you and me.

Here, here.

Come on.

Thank you.

For what?

Being you. We are very lucky.

He seems very relaxed, happy.

He's been so looking forward
to your coming home.

You surprise me.

He wanted to visit you,

but Dr. Viorne was adamant.

I'm glad I'm back.

So am I.

It was very lonely.

I was lonely too.

You did try?

Yes, I tried, but they wouldn't
believe me.

Couldn't expect them to.

I suppose not.

I used to lie awake at night
thinking about Sarah, you.

I wanted to share it with Paul.

I know.

I thought it would...
stimulate him.

He does know.

He can't understand.

He has a talent
for understanding everything,

but essentials.

He bores me.

I just hadn't realized
how old he is.

You're nearer to me than him.

He wants a family.

I enjoyed your performance
with Hannibal.

I knew you wanted a dog.

Now we appreciate one another.

Would you have killed me? Yes.

How?

Your car.

Prosaic.

Not what I had in mind.

Perfection?

Absolutely.

He bores me too.

Perhaps...

ls he insured?

Exorbitantly.