All language subtitles for Never Take Sweets from a Stranger.1960.Cyril Frankel

Stop! Stop! Help!
I've dropped my purse.

It's got all
my money in it.

Thirty-five cents.

Oh, it's gone.
It's gone.

Was that
your candy money?

I'll never have so much
money again in all my life.

Never mind.

Never mind?

I know somewhere
where you can get

some candy for nothing.

Come on.

I'm dying to
see your place.

Sylvia tells me
it's all modern.

"Contemporary" they
call it, dear, nowadays.

Well, whatever they call
it, I'm sure it's very nice.

Thank you. Come on, honey,
tomorrow's another school day.

I can't tell you how much I enjoyed
meeting you and Mr. Carter tonight.

You never know
with a new principal.

He could be stuck up
or plain nasty or both.

But neither of you
seem to be either.

Thank you.
You're very kind.

Yes, we were
all very worried

when we heard
you were foreign.

Oh. English is hardly foreign, dear.

Well, you know
what I mean.

I hope Mr. Carter does.

Sally and I met in England,
while I was teaching over there.

Actually, I... I'm practically
a local boy from Toronto.

Weren't the local girls
good enough for you?

I didn't have
a chance to find out.

Left Toronto
when I was 10.

Well, you'll get used to Sylvia,

but it'll take
a little time.

Oh, you.
Good night, everybody.

Good night.
Good night, Sylvia.

Some of her best friends are foreigners.

Really?

I expect you'd like to
keep this. Thank you.

Pity our chairman
couldn't be here in person,

but right now, politics take first place

and he has this speaking
date in Saint John.

Well, it was nice of him
to send a telegram.

Our Mr. Olderberry always
does the right thing.

Young Mr. Olderberry,
I mean.

Is the old one
still alive?

Oh, yes, yes. Clarence
is still alive, all right.

Well, it looks like they
want to shut up shop.

Come along,
sweetheart.

I have some things in the
office. I shan't be long.

Oh, I'll come
with you, Peter.

Thank you again for making Pete
and me feel so very much at home.

Oh, my dear, from now
on you are at home.

Thank you. Good night. Good night.

Good night.
Good night.

What's the matter?

I was just watching you.

You didn't really come back
to get those books, did you?

Just wanted to
get you alone.

Oh, no, you didn't.

You wanted to have
another look at your office

to see if
it was still here.

Do you blame me?

It's what you've always
wanted, isn't it?

And you?

Do you like it here?

Oh, Pete,
I love this place.

And I love you.

Oh, sorry, Mr. Carter,
I was just locking up.

Uh, you two be long?

No, we're just going. Um...
Oh, Harry, this is Mrs. Carter.

Oh, yes, I reckoned it might
be. Leastways, I hoped so.

Ah, how romantic.
Hello.

You two needn't hurry,
I'm on all night.

Oh, thanks, Harry, but we
do have a home to go to.

Good night, Harry. See you
in the morning. Good night.

Good night.

Hello, kids!

Oh, Mother,
you waited up.

Well, were
the natives friendly?

Very friendly. In fact,
they were wonderful.

I'm sure they were
the salt of the earth.

Only I just don't like
too much salt.

Oh, Mother. Drink?

Now, that's what
I really waited up for.

Did Jean get
off to bed all right?

She always does,
for me.

What was tonight's
tale of horror?

A little thing about a witch
with three heads and one eye.

I don't know why you tell
her such hair-raising stories.

She likes them.
You did, too, remember?

I sometimes wonder how she can get
off to sleep after listening to you.

Don't look now,
but apparently she can't.

Oh, no.

Mummy.

What are you doing
out of bed?

I couldn't sleep.

Now, you go back
up those stairs.

Hello, Grandma.

Haven't I seen you
somewhere before tonight?

Come on up.
School tomorrow.

I know, but I was
having a bad dream.

Oh, wait a minute. I thought
you said you couldn't sleep.

How can you have a bad dream
if you can't sleep, hmm?

I think I'm
getting lockjaw.

Lockjaw.

Well, now that's just
silly. You can't get lockjaw.

You've been
inoculated against it.

Anyway, why lockjaw,
for heaven's sake?

I stepped on a nail.

Come on,
let's see it.

See? Right there.

I can't see anything.

Not even a scratch.

It isn't a scratch.
It's a dent.

Now, you get off to bed
before I twist your ears off.

Where did you
step on this nail?

At the Olderberrys'.

At the Olderberrys'?
When were you there?

This afternoon,
with Lucille Demarest.

You went
to the house?

Yes, we called on them.

I hope they appreciated
the honor.

Did you see
Mr. And Mrs. Olderberry?

Oh, no,
they were out.

Well, if they were out, how
did you get in the house?

You didn't just
walk in, did you?

No, we rang the bell.

Who let you in?

Mr. Olderberry. I mean,
the old Mr. Olderberry.

Oh, just a minute,
this is getting confusing.

Who's the old
Mr. Olderberry?

Oh, that would be
the father.

I shall have to call up
tomorrow and apologize.

How long
were you there?

About half an hour.

Poor old man, he must have been
about ready for a nervous breakdown.

Oh, no,
he liked it.

I'm sure he did. I think that was
a very nice thing for you to do.

But how did you come to step on
this nail? You had your shoes on.

We, uh...
We took them off.

What? You took
your shoes off?

We took all
our clothes off.

Darling, you didn't
mean that, did you?

About taking off
all your clothes?

Yes, I did.

Why did you
do it, Jean?

Because Mr. Olderberry
asked us to.

You spilt your drink.

Yes, I did,
didn't I?

Shall I help you
wipe it up?

Uh, darling, I don't think
I quite understand.

Mr. Olderberry asked you and
Lucille to take off all your clothes?

That's right.
So, we did.

Wasn't that right?

Well, no, Jean,
it wasn't.

Why not?
He said to.

Not now.

Um, darling, I think you'd
better go back up to bed.

I'll come up
with you.

Can't I stay down
a little longer?

No, I don't think so.

Come along.

Good night, Grandma.

Good night, widget.

Hope it doesn't
spoil the table.

Good night, Daddy.

Night, Jean.

What about
my lockjaw?

We'll put something on
it when we get upstairs.

Then you won't have
anything more to worry about.

God.

Yes.

You think he did what Jean said he did?

Yes, I do.

He actually
made them undress?

Apparently.

If he touched her,

I swear I'll
kill the swine.

There. How's that?

Fine.

There. You'll see,

in the morning
it'll all be well.

Tell me a story.

I'll tell you what, let's
have a little talk first.

Then maybe
I'll read to you.

What'll
we talk about?

I want to know all about this afternoon.

What was
Mr. Olderberry like?

He's all right.
He was very old though.

What were you
doing there?

I mean, why did you go to
the house in the first place?

Lucille said he'd
give us some candy.

And did he?

Oh, yes, afterwards.

After what?

After we danced.

Can I have a drink
of water, please?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Where did
all this happen?

In his room.

It's on the top floor.

It's got a private stairs and
a front door and everything.

I'd like to live there.

Would you, darling?

Oh, I'd much rather live here,
of course. It's much cleaner.

Was Mr. Olderberry alone?

Oh, yes,
there was nobody else.

Lucille introduced me.
She said I was her friend.

And then
what happened?

He asked her if she
liked to play games, too.

Jean said she did.

He said the game was for her and
Lucille to take off all their clothes.

Jean didn't want
to do it,

but Lucille said Mr. Olderberry
would give them a lot of candy.

She took off
her clothes first,

and then Jean.

He made them dance.

Oh, no.

Just sat there,
a few feet away.

Jean said he kept
smiling at them,

rocking backwards and forth with
his hands on the arm of the chair.

He was making a sort of
noise, as if he were singing,

only he wasn't singing.

Oh, Sally.

After a few minutes,
he closed his eyes

and Jean thought
he'd gone off to sleep.

She started to put on
her clothes again,

but he woke up and asked
her what she was doing.

She said she was cold, and anyway,
she thought the game was finished.

He laughed
and said that it was

and told her to go and
get another box of candy.

That was when she
stepped on the nail.

And that's
the whole story?

Yes.

Do you think Jean has any
idea what it's all about?

No, not the slightest.

She still thinks
it was all a game.

She said the candy
wasn't very good.

Sally,

it's true,
isn't it?

Jean didn't
make up any of it?

No, no,
it's all true.

Pete! We don't want
the whole town to know.

You know what those small
town switchboards are.

Who are you calling?

His son.

Of course, they'll all
be over at Saint John.

Well, we'll just have to
leave it until the morning.

Leave it?

What else can we do?

Call the police.

I don't think
that'd be at all wise.

I'm not interested
in doing what's wise,

I only want to do
what's right.

But would it
be right, Sally,

to go to the police
at this stage?

They'd arrest him. They'd
get him away from here.

I very much doubt it.

What do you mean? Isn't what
he's done a crime, attempted rape?

Attempted rape? Sally, he
didn't even touch the child.

I don't understand you.

Neither of you seem to
think this is serious.

A sexual pervert lures two
little girls into his house...

He didn't lure
them in,

they went there
of their own accord.

What in heaven's name
difference does that make?

A great deal.
It means...

The fact is he got them into his
home and made them do something

that might have had the
most horrible consequences.

I don't think so,
Sally. Really, I don't.

I'm not trying to minimize what
happened. I do think it was frightful.

But you must keep
a sense of proportion.

After all,
Jean wasn't actually hurt.

You seem very sure
of that, Marty.

I am, instinctively.

You see, I know
how tough children can be.

Happy, normal children,
that is.

And I know how much it
takes really to shock them.

Listen,

when I was about Jean's age,
there was a man in the village.

Percy Sandford,
he was about 40.

Like a big,
overgrown schoolboy.

A case of arrested development,
I suppose. It usually is.

Anyway, when we little girls
went by on our way to school,

he used to stand
at the window and...

I believe the term is "expose himself. "

What happened to him?

Nothing.

The family was highly
respected and respectable folk.

They just kept
him at home,

and everyone pretended
not to notice.

Anyway, you see, the sight of poor
Percy didn't do me any permanent harm.

Sally,
where are you going?

Sally, I asked,
"Where are you going?"

I'm going
for the police.

Sally, listen to me. You
can't make a serious complaint

against someone without
knowing what you're doing.

I know what I'm doing.
No, you don't.

The charge you're making
might be substantially false.

Do you think your daughter was lying?

No, Jean doesn't lie, but if we
accuse Olderberry of something

like assault or attempted
rape, he may get off completely.

We'd be sued for everything we've got.

I'm sorry.

Sally, give me that
car key. Sally, Pete.

Now, calm down,
both of you.

You're behaving
like children.

First of all, Sally, would you mind
telling me, without shouting, please,

why you think it's necessary
to go rushing off to the police,

right now, in the middle of the night?

Because a crime
should be reported

as soon as possible
after it's committed.

This isn't an ordinary crime,
like burglary or a hold-up.

This concerns
a lot of people,

people you know
and have to live with.

Whole families,
maybe the whole town.

It concerns
Pete's relations

with his colleagues
and the school committee.

After all, don't forget
we're foreigners here.

Are you putting Pete's job
ahead of Jean's safety?

I'm not putting
anything ahead of anything.

I just want you to look
at this objectively.

Objectively?

You expect me
to be objective

when a man tries
to corrupt my daughter?

Yes, I do, for her sake and yours.

I'm sorry. The police
have got to be told.

But why, Sally, why?

Because it isn't only Jean
that's threatened.

It's every other child
in this town.

We have a responsibility in
this, a responsibility to society.

To hell with society!

What worries me is
you and Jean and Pete,

and the effect this will have
on your lives, if you let it.

Go away!
Go away!

Go away!

Go away!

Now, there's a good girl. Go away!

There's nothing to be
frightened of. Go away!

Mummy and Daddy
are right here, Jean.

My darling,
what's the matter?

He's in there, the old
man, in the cupboard.

Nonsense, darling.
You were just dreaming.

There's nobody here
but you and us.

Yes, there is.
I saw him go in.

He's still in there.

Now then,
we'll check.

See? There's no one.
Nothing.

Like Mummy said,
just a bad old dream.

No, it wasn't.
I saw his white hands.

He's gonna
take me away.

Don't let him.
It's all right, darling.

Don't let him. It's
all right. Calm down.

No one's going
to take you away.

Pete!

Are you going
to the police?

Say, Mac, you want
some fancy reading?

Just take a look at this
guy Carter's statement.

Not now. The Chief's waiting for these.

You can read
the file copy.

All right.
All right.

I thought maybe you'd
better have a look at this,

and see what
your husband did say.

I know what
my husband said.

Oh, sure,
of course you do,

but I thought maybe there
might be a few things

you didn't agree with
or might want him to change.

It's a simple
statement of fact.

I wouldn't call it
just that.

What do you mean?

It's his story of what
your little girl told you.

It ain't been
substantiated yet.

It will be,

in court, if necessary,
Mr. Hammond.

Captain Hammond,
if you please, ma'am.

I sweated it out for my rank
the hard way, Mrs. Carter,

so I kind of like
people to use it.

I'm sorry,
Captain Hammond.

No offense meant.
None taken, I'm sure.

What I'm trying to say
is this, Mrs. Carter,

and I hope you won't
take me wrong.

You and your husband are
strangers in this town.

Nobody knows
much about you.

What has that got
to do with it?

Quite a lot,
in a place like this.

I don't say it's right,
but that's how things are.

But you seem to forget that my
husband has just been appointed

principal of
your high school.

That must give him some
standing in the community.

Some standing. The
Olderberrys have a lot more.

I don't doubt
that, but...

High school principals
come and go,

but the Olderberrys, you
might say, go on forever.

Are you trying to suggest that my
husband and I withdraw our charge?

We just go home and forget
about what happened to our child?

Well, now you mention it, just
what did happen to your child?

Far as I can see,
nothing very much.

Captain Hammond, have you
any children of your own?

Yes, I have, ma'am, five of
them. Three boys and two girls.

So I guess I know just
about as much as anybody

how much notice to take
of the things kids say

when they've been doing something
they know they shouldn't.

Such as? Going to people's
houses and begging for candy.

How dare you?

Oh, maybe I shouldn't have said
that, but I get kind of riled

when I think of all the
trouble that can be caused

by a little exaggeration.

I'm not denying
that maybe the old man

did get a little fresh
with those kids.

A little fresh?

You call it a little fresh getting
young girls to strip in front of him?

Well, nobody was hurt, were
they? He didn't do anything.

Yes, he did do something,
he attacked their innocence.

And I don't mean their physical
innocence, I mean their minds.

And the only reason
he didn't succeed

was because they were too young and
inexperienced to know what he was after.

In other words,
no real harm's been done.

I didn't say that.

That's what it's going to sound
like if you force the issue

and bring this out
in an open court.

Will it?

Look, Mrs. Carter.

You've got
to be realistic.

The Olderberrys
practically made Jamestown.

If it hadn't been
for Clarence,

that's the old man,
starting the sawmill,

there'd probably be nothing but
trees where I'm standing right now.

And if it hadn't been for Richard
branching out in 100 different ways,

we'd have stayed nothing more
than an overgrown lumber camp,

instead of being one of the
most prosperous, go-ahead places

this side of
the Saint Lawrence.

I'm sure that's true,
Captain Hammond,

but you can't expect it to make
much difference to Mr. Carter and me.

We're not members of
your Chamber of Commerce.

No, ma'am, you and your husband
ain't members of nothing here.

And you're not likely to be if you
insist on going through with this thing.

I don't see that
we have any choice.

Not only for Jean,
but for every other child

in your prosperous,
go-ahead town.

Okay, make fun of us.

We're nothing but poor,
stupid colonials.

But at least we know how to look
after ourselves and our own children.

We know enough to keep them
away from a house like that.

A house like what?

I mean strangers' houses,
where they're not wanted,

where they got
no business to be.

Is that all you wanted to
see me about, Captain Hammond?

To verify
my husband's statement?

I'll bring it around
for Mr. Carter to sign.

I suppose
it's just possible

he may have some
second thoughts by then.

No, Captain Hammond.

It's not possible.

Thank you
for the information.

What information?

About the town.

Goodbye.

Mrs. Carter!

Hello, Mr. Phillips.

I heard what
happened yesterday.

Oh?

I'm sorry, this isn't
even a small world,

it's just an
overgrown village.

So I gather.

Your little girl
all right?

Yes, thank you.

Must have been horrible
for you and Mr. Carter,

happening so soon
after you got here.

Mr. Phillips,

has anything like this
ever happened before?

I mean,
with Olderberry?

Well, not as bad
as this, no.

What do you mean?

Well, nothing as
compromising as this, anyway.

You see, Mrs. Carter,

Clarence Olderberry's a very
famous character around here,

and everybody knows
how much he likes children.

He likes them so much that sometimes
he can't keep his hands off them.

But he's never made his
intentions quite so clear before.

And no one's ever
done anything about it?

No one's gone to
the police before.

The Olderberrys themselves, they
sent him to Coldhill for a while.

That's a sanatorium a few miles
out of town, for nervous diseases.

An asylum.

Well, they don't
call it that.

I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me.

Good luck.

Is my husband free?

Yes, go right in.

Thank you.

Hello, darling.
Hello.

Well, did you see Hammond? Yes.

Pete, I've found out
something else.

This isn't the first time
Olderberry's done this sort of thing.

He's well-known for his
leanings in that way.

He's even been
in a sanatorium.

Has he now?

That changes everything,
doesn't it?

Means we're
no longer alone.

The whole town
will be behind us.

I'd like to think so.
They must be.

I called Richard
Olderberry. What did he say?

He said if I had anything to
say, to say it to his lawyer.

Excuse me, Mrs. Carter. The Sports
Committee is assembled, Mr. Carter.

Shall I tell...
I'll see you at home.

Sally, don't worry,
we'll be all right.

That's what I wanted
to say to you.

I could tell them you'd rather
make the meeting tomorrow.

Why? Do you think tomorrow
will be any better than today?

Don't think I'm trying to
excuse the old man or anything.

Well, I should hope not. No,
it's just that I can't understand

what the child was doing
there in the first place.

Oh, really. Half the time,
when girls get themselves

into that kind of trouble,
it's their own fault.

She's only nine or 10
years old, that's all.

That's old enough to know
better. If you ask me...

Nobody did ask you,
did they?

I beg your pardon.

So you damn well should.

Well, who on earth
was that?

She's the child's
grandmother.

Oh, no. Why didn't
you warn us?

Sylvia,
this is dreadful.

Why?

I only said what I'm sure a
lot of people are thinking.

You are lucky,
having your own pool.

Sure, come on.

I'll ask Mom for two
sodas before we swim.

I wish we had a pool.

Hi, Mom, Jean's coming for
a swim. Can I get two sodas?

I don't think you'd
better swim today.

Huh?
It's cold.

It's not cold.
Don't argue.

Anyway, I'm sure
Jean's mother would rather

she went
straight home today.

No, it's all right. My mother
knew I was coming swimming.

I think you still
better go straight home.

But why can't she?

Quiet, Sammy.

All right.
Bye, Sammy.

Bye, Jean.
Bye, Mrs. Nash.

Goodbye.

Maybe some other time.

Little girl.
Yes?

Can you please tell me
which is Mr. Carter's house?

Yes, I can. This is it. I live here.

Are you Miss Jean Carter? Yes, sir.

Will you take me in?

Yes, of course.

I've come to
see your daddy.

Hello, Grandma, is Daddy home? Yes.

This gentleman wants
to speak to him.

I'm Richard Olderberry.

Will you...
Will you come in?

Thank you.

Is that Hammond?

No. It's Mr. Olderberry.
Mr. Richard Olderberry.

May I come in?
Certainly.

I'll take
Jean upstairs.

Cute little kid you got there, you know?

We met
on the doorstep.

I'm afraid I owe
you folks an apology.

An apology?

Well, yes, for coming along
like this without any warning

and about my behavior
on the phone this morning.

You see, I was
kind of annoyed

that you went to the police
without talking to me first.

Um... Let me
take your things.

Well, thank you.

Here you are.
Oh, yes.

You'd better sit down. Thank you.

I also want to say I'm sorry
about this misunderstanding.

Misunderstanding?

Yeah. All this stuff about
the kids coming to my house

and my father teasing
them or something.

Mr. Olderberry, I don't think you
quite understand what happened.

Um... Offering children candy
to take off their clothes

is something
more than teasing.

Kids sometimes
imagine things, you know.

Not a thing like that.

Mr. Olderberry,
I think you should know,

my wife and I are absolutely
convinced that Jean's story is true,

that your father did behave
exactly the way she said he did.

Mr. Carter,

my family has been in
this town for generations,

and in all that time nobody
has ever been able to say

a bad word about us.

Nobody. Ever.

Mr. Olderberry,
we don't want revenge.

All we want is
an assurance

that your father
won't be allowed

to go on being a menace to
the children of this town.

What do you mean
by assurance?

Isn't my word
good enough?

That he isn't dangerous?

If he could be looked after in some way.

Perhaps a...
A male nurse.

My father doesn't need
a nurse. He's not sick.

But he is sick,
that's just the point.

I happen to know a little about
these things. An educator has to.

I'll admit we don't
know the best way

to deal with people
like your father.

Well, nobody's asking you
to deal with him, Mr. Carter.

If he'd had some sort of
treatment when he was a child,

some psychological
training...

My father wasn't
brought up like that.

Why, he was running the
sawmill by the time he was 16.

He had discipline.
Plenty of it.

That's not the point.

The point is, what to
do with a person who,

for whatever reasons, has
grown up with a twisted mind.

We'd like to give him
some kind of a treatment,

try and root out
the trouble.

But that's impossible.

Your father's too old.

There's only
one thing left,

and that's to put him away where
his illness can't harm others.

You wanna put
my father away?

Well, nobody's gonna put
my father away, Mr. Carter.

Look, that could
be avoided

if you'd agree to send him
to some place like Coldhill.

I understand that he was
there for a time already.

Who told you that?

It doesn't matter. It does
matter! I wanna know who told you.

The point is,
why was he discharged?

He wasn't discharged.

He was in there
as a voluntary patient.

He didn't wanna stay,
so I took him out.

Now let's
get this straight.

You mean they thought that he
should have stayed there longer?

Anyway, they couldn't
have kept him,

not unless he was committed
by law in the first place.

We'll have to see that he is
committed by law this time.

My husband's right,
Mr. Olderberry.

Surely you must
see that.

You...
You lousy outsiders!

You come here without knowing
a soul, looking for a job.

We find you one,

and the first thing you do
is you... You stir up trouble.

You start talking about getting people
arrested, about having them shut up.

Why, that's really funny
coming from you, Carter.

You, with your fancy degrees
and no money in the bank.

What did they teach you
in them colleges, anyway?

Don't you know that
a high school principal

needs the goodwill
of the community?

That's got nothing
to do with this.

That's got everything
to do with this.

You're only here
on trial.

We can get rid of you
any time we want.

"We," Mr. Olderberry?

All right then,
me, Mrs. Carter.

You'll soon find out that nobody
else's word on the committee matters.

Mr. Olderberry,
before you go,

will you admit that your
father... I'll admit to nothing.

But I am going.

Mr. Olderberry!

You won't even admit that
your father is mentally ill?

You're damn
right I won't.

That'd be the same as admitting
there's some truth in the story.

But I'll tell you
what I will do, Carter.

Unless you withdraw
your complaint,

I'm going to have a
meeting of the school board

and you'll be without a job in 48 hours.

You'd better wait for the results
of the trial, Mr. Olderberry,

it might make
a difference.

There won't be any trial.
It'll never get that far.

What are you doing here, Hammond?

I brought the document
Mr. Carter wanted.

What document? The charge
against your father.

He hasn't
signed it yet.

Is that all it needs?
Just my signature?

And then what?

Then I'll have to go to your
place and make the arrest.

Look, Hammond, do you think
I'm gonna let you do this?

I got no option, Dick.

Once an official complaint has
been filed, everything else follows.

We'll see that
he gets bail, of course.

There you are,
Captain Hammond.

All right, Carter.
All right.

You make your charge, but let
me warn you about one thing.

Don't put that little
girl of yours on the stand

to testify against
my father.

Now, don't do that.
Get out of here.

Because if you do, don't expect my
lawyers to have any mercy on her.

You take it from me,
it'll be an experience

that she won't forget
in a hurry.

They'll tear her apart, and
they'll do it on my instructions.

You're Mrs. Carter?
Yes.

Your husband says
he won't be much longer.

Unfortunately, Dr. Montfort
couldn't see him right away.

Oh, that's all right.

You're sure you wouldn't
rather wait inside?

Uh, no, thank you.

Well, he'll be right out.
Terrible weather.

It would be different, of
course, if Dr. Huber were alive.

He dealt directly
with the case.

Is there anyone else who
can give us the information?

I'm afraid not.

Well, surely you keep records
of your patients' progress,

their case histories?

Of course. But they're
strictly confidential.

You could be forced to
produce them by a court order.

We could.

Look, Doctor,
all I want to know

is whether Clarence
Olderberry left this sanatorium

with or without
the consent of his doctors.

I understand your problem, Mr. Carter.

You must try to
understand ours.

Coldhill is not
a state institution.

We're supported entirely
by private subscription.

Meaning the Olderberrys?

Among others.

Then I'm wasting
my time and yours.

Not at all. I'm sorry I
had to keep you waiting.

Goodbye, Dr. Montfort.

Mr. Carter,

may I give you a piece
of advice in confidence?

Yes, please do.

Don't bother to
get a court order

to open the files of
Clarence Olderberry.

Why not?

There's nothing in them.

What did you find out?

Who owns
Coldhill Sanatorium.

This is one ace
Olderberry can't trump.

Mrs. Demarest?

Oh.

You'll be the Carters,
I suppose?

Yes.
Well...

Thank you.

Tom ought to be
home any minute now.

He... He knows
you're coming.

I do hope it isn't
inconvenient.

Oh, no, I... I haven't
started getting supper yet.

I was just getting
the vegetables ready.

Thank you.

Please, do sit down.

Thank you.

Will we be able to
see Lucille?

Well, Lucille's
away right now.

She's staying with
her aunt up in Halifax.

How long will
she be there?

Why, I don't know. A
couple of weeks. Depends.

Depends on what?

On how long Marjorie, that's
my sister, can have her.

Oh, wouldn't you folks like a cup
of coffee? It won't take a minute.

No, thanks, really.

Mrs. Demarest, you do
know why we've come here.

Why... Why yes,
I think so.

I feel that it's important that
we should be in this together

from the very beginning.

Yes.

Well... Well, of course,
that's up to Tom.

But I'm sure
he must realize

how much better it
would be for both of us.

I hope so.

Well, they... They've just
got to put that old man away.

They've just got to.
Don't worry, Mrs. Demarest.

Between us,
we'll see that they do.

Oh, that'll be Tom.

The Carters are here.

Oh. They been here long? No.

I had to walk halfway
back from the mill.

The car broke down.
Second time this week.

Uh, Mrs. Carter.

How are you?
Hello.

Did you fix the folks
some coffee?

Oh, no one wants any.

Well, I do.

Oh. Well,
if you'll excuse me.

Well, won't
you sit down?

Thanks.

What can I do
for you, Carter?

Well, nothing at the moment, but next
week I'll be going over to Saint John

to see the Crown Prosecutor
about this Olderberry case,

and well, I thought we could
save a lot of time and trouble

if you came along
with me.

What for?

Well, to tell
your side of the story.

Or rather Lucille's.

I'm sure you want to keep her
out of it as much as possible.

I want to keep her
out of it, period.

That's why I sent her
away to her aunt.

But she can't be
kept out of it.

Next to Jean, she'll be the
Prosecutor's chief witness.

Oh, no, she won't. Because
she wasn't a witness.

I don't get you.

Look, Carter, just like
everybody else around here,

I'm sorry about
what happened,

I just don't want
to get mixed up in it.

But you are mixed up in
it already, as Sally says.

I don't know what your little
girl's been telling you,

but Lucille was nowhere near that
Olderberry house the other afternoon.

Mr. Demarest!

Look, she was playing on the
swing with Jean till 5:30,

then she came home
for her supper.

Jean didn't want to go,
so she left her there.

But that's not true.

That's her story.

The mill you work at,
is it the Olderberry mill?

What's that got
to do with it?

I wonder.

I also wonder if Lucille will stick
to her story on the witness stand.

There isn't going to be
any witness stand.

I don't want my kid
dragged through the courts.

You won't have any choice if the
Attorney General issues a subpoena.

Well, we'll see.

That's right.

Come on, Sally.
We'd better be getting home.

Yeah, I think
maybe you better.

Goodbye, Demarest.

I think you're making
a very serious mistake.

I'm not making
any mistake.

Can I speak to Mr.
Richard Olderberry, please?

Tom Demarest.
Why, Tom, why?

Shut up.
But why?

Hey, I think that's
them coming now.

You just tell your story like you
told it to your mother and me at home.

Okay?
Yes.

Ready?

Keep the change.

I think I'll sit here.

All right, sure.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

These are
your seats here.

Morning, Mrs. Carter.
Good morning.

Morning, Jean.

Don't you worry, Dad.
Everything's going to be fine.

I had a word
with the judge.

There'll be no need for your
father to stand during the hearing.

Good. Thank you.

Order in court.
The court will rise.

Oh, yes, oh, yes, the
Supreme Court of Jamestown

is now in session. Mr.
Justice Charles presiding.

God save the Queen.

The accused will rise.

Oh, under
the circumstances,

we can dispense
with that formality.

Mr. Olderberry,
you may remain seated.

Clarence Frederick Olderberry, in
the name of Her Majesty the Queen,

and under the provisions of
the criminal code of Canada,

you are charged with
procuring a child, to wit:

Jean Carter, age nine years,
seven months, of Jamestown,

with intent to commit an act
or acts of gross indecency.

The charge which the
complainants are bringing

against Clarence Olderberry
is a grave and repulsive one.

Particularly repulsive

because of the tender age
of the girl, Jean Carter.

Before, however, we give
you details of the offense

and present our evidence, I would
like to make one or two observations.

It would be idle to deny
that some of us know,

or think we know,
something about this case.

In a small community, where
the parties in this case

are widely and
personally known,

it is probable that
some of the jury

have certain feelings
and opinions,

and that such feelings
may predispose them

either for or against
the accused.

If any of you have
such feelings,

I ask you to cast them
entirely from your minds.

You are sworn,
you know,

to try this man
according to the law

without fear or favor,
affection or ill will,

coldly, dispassionately,
on the evidence alone.

And this you must do.

The crime which we have to
consider is an ugly thing.

It is also, by its very
nature, a secret thing.

I am unusually fortunate
in having been able

to subpoena an actual eyewitness,
young Lucille Demarest,

to corroborate
in detail,

the testimony of
the complainant.

And I assure you that when
you have heard the evidence

of the two girls
between them,

you will see that you've no
alternative but to find the accused

guilty as charged.

My Lord, may I call
my first witness?

If it'll please
Your Lordship?

Mr. Slade.

Before my learned
friend proceeds,

I think he should
see this paper

that's just been
handed to me.

May I ask my learned friend why this
paper was handed to him instead of to me?

It concerns my witness.

I'm afraid I cannot
answer that.

It was simply handed to me as I
came into court. Perhaps by mistake.

May I see the document, please?

Certainly,
Your Lordship.

This is a doctor's
certificate to say that

Lucille Demarest is
unable to appear today,

and it gives medical
grounds to suggest

that she should not be required
to come into court at all.

Hmm.

Is Dr. Mason in court?

Uh, no, My Lord.

But I understand
that Dr. Mason,

who is a regular consultant
at the Jamestown Hospital,

is ready to come here
and be questioned,

if Your Lordship and my
learned friend so desire.

Huh.

Well, I think this is
up to you, Mr. Duggan.

Thank you, My Lord.

Well, Dr. Mason is
a well-known

and highly-respected
practitioner.

If he is prepared to sign
his name to a declaration

that this girl's health
will be seriously impaired

if she's forced
to appear in court,

I don't see that I have any choice
but to accept his word for it.

You realize, Mr. Duggan, that you
are entitled to ask for an adjournment

until such time as Lucille Demarest
is considered fit to be called.

I see no reason
to suppose the young lady

will ever be considered
fit to appear.

Certainly, after this,
I should look upon her

as a potentially
hostile witness.

Well, in that case,
what do you wish us to do?

I should like to proceed,
Your Lordship.

In cases of this kind,
as I have pointed out,

it is frequently necessary to rely
on the evidence of a solitary witness.

And although, of course, I shall
be laboring under a severe handicap,

I am confident that we
can afford to do so now.

I should like to
call Jean Carter.

Lord, may my
witness be seated?

Well, if she sits down, we
won't be able to see her at all.

I think I can remedy that, My Lord.

How's that?

Fine.

Will the young person be
taking the oath, My Lord?

Jean, do you know
what an oath is?

A sort of bad word?

Well, that's one kind.

But I mean another kind.

A sort of promise
to do something.

Like swearing something?

Yes. Have you ever taken
an oath? Swore on something?

Oh, yes, sir.
I'm a Brownie.

Well, then,
you know how bad it is

to swear to do something
and then not to do it?

Yes, sir.

Well, now, what
we want you to do

is to swear
to tell the truth.

Is that all?

Yes, but it's
a very important thing.

Will you do it, Jean?

Yes, sir.

This child obviously
understands.

I think she should
be put under oath.

Take the Bible, please,
in your left hand.

Raise your right hand
and repeat after me.

"I swear by Almighty God... "

"... the evidence
I am about to give... "

"... that the evidence
I am about to give... "

"... shall be the truth,
the whole truth... "

"... and nothing
but the truth. "

Would you please tell us
what happened then?

Nothing.
That was all.

How did you get
out of the house?

He let us out.

Did he say anything?

He asked me to come back
when I wanted some more candy.

Thank you, Jean. I think
that's all I have to ask you.

Can I go now?

I'm afraid not just yet. I think
my learned friend, Mr. Slade,

would like to ask you
some questions.

Will he ask me many?

He may, but
don't be frightened.

You've only to answer him
like you answered me.

Must we have all this
back-chat, My Lord,

between the prosecutor
and his witness?

I see no harm in it,
Mr. Slade.

I think our friend
was just attempting

to put the child in
the right frame of mind

for your
cross-examination.

Oh, I don't mind that, My Lord,
but I object to his veiled attempt

to make sure the child
keeps to the prepared text.

I resent the implication,
My Lord.

Understandably.

Mr. Slade, you will please refrain
from making such contentious remarks.

Yes, My Lord.

Now then, Jean,

there are just a few points in
your story I don't quite understand.

I want you to help me
to get them straight.

I'll try.

Now, firstly, you said that
Mr. Olderberry showed you out,

and then invited you back sometime. Yes.

Your exact words were,

"He asked me to come back when
I wanted some more candy. "

Were they?

Did he include your
friend in this invitation?

No, he didn't.

Are you sure of that? Yes.

Now, why do you think he invited you
back and not the other little girl?

Maybe he liked
the way I danced better.

Or maybe simply because the
other little girl wasn't there.

Oh, but she was.

I suggest to you, you were alone
when you went into that house,

and you were alone
when you came out.

No, Lucille was there.

All the time?

Yes, except...
Except when?

Except when she went
for a drink of water.

Was that before you took your
clothes off, or afterwards?

Before, I think.

You think?

Oh, I'm trying
to remember.

No, it was afterwards,
after we danced.

She was thirsty.

But you were cold.
Was I?

Oh, you said so
in your evidence.

You said you asked
Mr. Olderberry

if you could put on your
clothes because you were cold.

Then I guess I was.

You guess you were?

Jean, how much of what you've been
telling us is just sheer guesswork?

My Lord, I object.

My learned friend is trying
to confuse the witness.

Objection overruled. The
question is quite legitimate.

Thank you, My Lord.

But you needn't bother
to answer it, Jean.

Instead, I'll ask you
another one.

Where did your friend go
to get this drink of water?

To the bathroom.
Where was that?

Down the hall.
Was she naked?

She must have been.
Was she naked?

Yes, she was.

And you're asking us
to believe

that Mr. Olderberry allowed her
to wander all around the house

with nothing on where
anybody might have seen her?

Well, maybe she had
something on.

And maybe you had
something on.

I didn't! I didn't!

Maybe you were fully
dressed the whole time,

and this whole outrageous story of Mr.
Olderberry making you undress is a lie.

It isn't! He did!

Jean,

do you like
Mr. Olderberry?

No.

Why not?

He's so old.

That's no reason.

He's ugly.

Would you like him better
if he was young and handsome?

I don't know.

He wouldn't be
so scary.

Oh, you find him scary?
Yes.

Because of what
he did to you?

No, I didn't mind that.

Oh, you didn't mind him making you
dance in front of him with nothing on?

I like dancing.
With nothing on?

Sometimes.

Do you do it often?

Sometimes after my bath.

In front of other people?

For Daddy and... Oh, so your
daddy likes to see you dance naked?

Yes.

Well, what a very
unusual household.

My Lord,
I object very strongly

to the implications
of that remark.

Objection sustained.

Strike out the question
and the answer.

I hope, Mr. Slade, you are not
taking comfort from the fact

that what is easy to erase
from the court records

is not so easy to erase
from the minds of the jury.

My Lord,
I assure you...

Because that is not a tactic that
recommends itself to the bench.

Proceed.

Thank you, My Lord.

Now then, Jean.

You told us that Mr. Olderberry didn't
touch you while you were dancing.

Yes.
Oh, he did touch you?

No.

He never even
came near you?

No.

But he gave you
a lot of candy?

Not a lot.

Ah, you wanted more?

Well...
Did you want more?

I didn't like
them very much.

Oh, if you had liked them, you
would have let him touch you?

No!
Why not?

I don't know. Come on now, answer me.

What do you think
he'd have done to you?

I don't know.

Stop saying, "I don't
know," and answer me.

You're going too far.

How dare you interrupt?

Order!

Mr. Carter, it's for me to decide
when Counsel is going too far.

Continue, Mr. Slade.

Thank you, My Lord.

Now, I'll ask you again.

What do you think he
would have done to you?

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

I suggest you do know,

and that's why you ran to your
parents with this whole ugly story.

I didn't, I didn't.

Mommy!

Don't cry, darling. It's
all right. It's all right.

It's not all right.

You put him up to this.

You said you were going to
hurt her, and by God, you have.

Order! Order!

Mr. Carter,
you will please sit down.

I will not have this courtroom
turned into a beer garden.

Now, Mr. Slade.

Just what is this line of
questioning intended to establish?

Just this, My Lord.

I submit that the hideous
and improbable charges

brought against my client by this child
are the result of a diseased imagination.

And I think we should have
a psychiatrist tell us

if she's as innocent
as she seems.

You may stand down now,
Jean, and go to your mother.

Mrs. Carter, you may take Jean into the
witness room. It'll be quiet in there.

I'm going to recess the
court for 20 minutes,

after which I hope we can return to
this business in a calmer frame of mind.

The court is adjourned
for 20 minutes.

Mr. Duggan,
Mr. Slade,

during the recess I would like
to see you both in my chamber.

I'd like to see you, too,
Mr. Carter, if you please.

Mr. Carter?
No, thanks.

Oh. Please sit down
with us, Mr. Carter.

I think, for the sake
of Mr. Carter,

I should preface my remarks
with a few observations,

which may seem trite and
obvious to my legal friends,

but it's important to emphasize
that we are here to make

legal and not
moral judgments.

Now, it may seem
wrong at times,

but I assure you, it is one of the
greatest safeguards of our legal system

that judge and jury are not required
to decide if a man is innocent,

that's for God to do.

Only to say if
he's guilty as charged.

I understand that.

Now this is what
I want you to realize.

Now that the child has
been brought into court,

the defense are entitled to ask her
any questions they may think fit,

however distressing
to you or the child.

Even if they go so far as to
demand a medical examination,

I shall have no alternative
but to accede to that request.

And it may not
end there.

Feeling better, darling?

Mrs. Carter, the judge is
coming back now.

They'll be wanting
the young lady.

Oh.
Do I have to go back?

I'm afraid so, darling.

Don't worry, widget.
You're doing fine.

See you later.

All right?

Silence in court.
The court will rise.

Silence!

I have to claim
Your Lordship's indulgence

while I interpose
a statement,

which, of course, is made with
a sense of great responsibility.

Having conferred with
my learned friend

and Mr. Peter Carter, the
father of the girl in question,

I hope you will not think
I am slighting this court

or shirking my duty
in any way at all

in seeking to avoid the
prolongation of an ordeal that,

however the case
might end,

can only have a bad psychological
effect on the child herself.

And what I propose,
and ask your leave to do,

is to abandon the prosecution
and withdraw the charge.

Order in the court.

Mr. Slade?

I would like to add
that Mr. Olderberry seeks

only to be cleared of the hideous
charge brought, for whatever reason,

by this mistaken
and misguided child

and her misguided
and mistaken parents.

I must therefore ask for a
clear verdict of not guilty

to be brought in by the
jury and duly recorded.

Order in court!

Gentlemen of the jury,

in view of what
I've just heard,

I can only instruct you to
bring in a verdict of not guilty.

Do you wish to withdraw?

No, My Lord.

Gentlemen of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?

We have.

And do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

The defendant
will rise.

Clarence Olderberry,

you have been found not guilty
and are hereby discharged.

You may go
out of here a free man.

He's not back yet.

The board meeting
still on?

As far as I know.

They've been at it
a long time.

I'll tell Mr. Carter
you came by.

It's all right. I'll tell
him myself, if you don't mind.

I shouldn't think he'd
want to see you just now.

Maybe so, but let's just
wait and see, shall we?

I shouldn't think he'd
want to see any of you.

Oh, why?
What have we done?

Nothing. You just stood
around and let it happen.

First the trial,
and now this.

What did
you want us to do?

Sign petitions
or go on a hunger strike?

Oh, nothing heroic.

But you could at least have
told him what would happen

if he started attacking the
Olderberrys in this town.

Maybe we didn't know
what would happen.

Maybe we wanted
to find out.

But you took good care not
to stick out your own necks.

You left that to him.

Oh, you make me sick,
the whole lot of you.

Oh, what's going on here?

You've been ill-treating
my secretary?

On the contrary. She's been ill-treating
me. Can I see you for a minute?

Sure.

Is it true that you
called the board today

and gave in
your notice?

I wanted to
beat them to the draw.

Then you're
really leaving?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

And so am I, in a way.

Miss Jackson seems
to think that

all the faculty
have let you down.

Miss Jackson has an
overdeveloped sense of loyalty.

Meaning we haven't?

You've nothing special to be
loyal about. You hardly know me.

We know you now.

Anyway, what did you
want to see me about?

Just that.

I wanted you to know that a lot
of us agree with Miss Jackson.

Can I come in?

I'm sorry. I'm busy.

Mr. Phillips
will excuse us.

Is that all, Neal?
Yeah.

Oh, there was
just one other thing.

When you get your new
school, wherever it is,

if you could use a
not-too-bright art teacher,

I wish you'd
let me know.

I imagine I'll be
needing another job, too.

What makes him think you're
getting another school?

He's probably
an optimist, like me.

The board has decided not
to take up your resignation.

Why?

Because I'd rather
have it that way.

Just to show that
I don't hold any grudges.

But I do.

You're under contract to us.

There's a saying about
leading a horse to water.

Yes, but you can't
sue horses.

You know,
Mr. Olderberry,

I don't know who's more
dangerous, you or your father.

But there is
one thing I do know.

Neither of you are going to
hurt me or my family any more.

Look, I didn't want to hurt
you. You forced my hand.

However, I'm willing
to forget all that.

You're willing to forget?

Yes.

You see, I hold a certain amount
of power in this community,

and I'm going
to hold more.

I don't want people to go
around saying that I abuse it.

I want them to see how generous I
can be with someone who's crossed me.

Like me?

Mr. Carter, if you play
this right, play it sensibly,

my way, you can still have
a very successful

and useful career
here in Jamestown.

You can build a good life
for yourself and your family.

A good life here?
Where you and your father

are allowed to go around spreading
your different kinds of corruption?

Now, look here,
Carter!

From what I've seen of this
town and what you've made of it,

I can only thank God
we're getting out in time,

before we've caught
the infection.

Lucille! Lucille!

Lucille!

Lucille's gone down
to the store for me.

She should be back
in a minute.

I'll go and meet her.
I want to say goodbye.

Jean!
Yes?

You're...
You're going away tomorrow?

Yes.

Well... Well, if I don't
see you again, goodbye.

Goodbye,
Mrs. Demarest.

Lucille's gonna
miss you.

I'm going to
miss her, too.

You're... You're the
nicest friend she ever had.

Oh, well. Goodbye, Mrs. Demarest.

Hi, Lucille!

Gosh, you nearly
ran me over.

No, I didn't,
not really.

I just tried
to scare you.

You didn't scare me.

I've just been to your
house. I saw your mother.

She's nice,
isn't she?

She's all right.
Come back with me?

I was going to.

Can I have a ride?

If you're careful.

And don't go too fast.

I won't.

And don't go
too far either!

Hello. Yup.

Marty, you sound...

These'll have to go
in with the books.

Yes, yes.

I understand.

No. Okay.

What was that?
Hmm?

Oh, nothing. Just someone at the school.

I've got to go downtown.
I won't be long.

Going downtown? But
you've only just come back.

Yes, we need some more
labels. We've run out.

Hurry up then.

Yes, I will.

Come on.
I can't.

What have you done
with the shopping bag?

I must have dropped it
somewhere back there.

My dad'll kill me.

I'm sorry.

Can't we stay here?

I think he's stopped
following us now.

You can stay if
you want to, I'm not.

No, wait, Lucille.
Wait for me!

Where are we?

Moon Lake.

I came here once
on a picnic,

but it doesn't
look the same.

But how do
we get home?

We have to get
to the other side.

But I can't swim.

Well, we'll have to
go around then.

But it's miles.

And it'll be dark.

Come on.

Maybe we could
hide in there.

Suppose it's haunted?

Don't be silly.
Come on.

It's scary.

I don't like it.

What are we
going to do?

We'll just have
to go around.

Hey, look!

Come on.

Go and get the oars!

Help me.

Now what...

If you would ask him,
please, Mrs. Olderberry.

Sorry to bother
him like this.

Well, I'm going to look
a fine sort of a fool

if the old man's been
at home all the time...

Hello.
Is that you, Dick?

It's Clegg Hammond here.
Sorry to drag you...

I see.

He what?

I see.

Yes, yes,
I think you should.

Yeah, please,
as soon as you can.

Old man isn't there.

He was down at the
sawmill this afternoon.

Nobody's seen him since.

Pete?

No, it's me.

Hello.
You're back early.

Oh, I didn't have
my hair done after all.

Why not?

Too many people waiting.

Is something wrong?

No, no, I'm all right.

Well, if you're
not too tired,

could you set
the table for me?

Yes, of course.

Pete's run out on me. I
think he's just playing hooky.

Did you see Jean
anywhere about?

No, why?

I think it's about time
she came in.

I'll take it. No, no, it's all right.

Hello.
Yes, who is this?

Mrs. Demarest?

Lucille?
No, she's not here.

No, neither of them.

That's odd.

Well, um, if
she does come,

I'll tell her to
come home straight away.

And if you see Jean, could
you tell her the same thing?

Yes, please.

Goodbye.

I was right about Pete.

There are plenty
of labels here,

and he must have
seen them.

Mother, there is
something wrong.

Darling, what is it?

Jean...

What about Jean?

Has she had an accident?

Mother, I want to know.

It may be nothing at all,
nothing to be frightened of.

What may be
nothing at all?

They found Jean's bicycle on the
side of the road through the woods.

It wasn't damaged or anything,
it was just lying there.

Why didn't you tell me
when you came in?

How could you not tell me?
How could you?

Marty told you?

I found out.

Jean's probably just wandered
off into the woods somewhere.

There's no reason to believe
that he's anywhere near there.

"He"?
You mean Olderberry?

You think he's
in the woods with her?

Carter,
you're losing time.

Has Jean been
wearing this lately?

She wore it
at school today. Why?

Don't touch it.

I'm going with you.

Sally, I... I want you to
be here if Jean comes in.

But she won't.
I know she won't.

Oh, Pete! Pete!

Marty, call Dr. Stevens,
will you?

Yes.

Jean!

Jean, my baby!

Spread out in line.
Spread out.

Captain Hammond!

Looks like maybe we ought
to be looking for two kids.

Call up Purdy. Tell him to send
someone round to the Demarests'.

Warn the hospital.
Yes, sir.

And you'd better round up as
many foresters as you can find.

Come on.

Hey, Captain!
Captain Hammond!

There's an old trapper's hut further on.

This boat must have
come from there.

Captain Hammond, sir!

No, I wouldn't.

I wish you'd let me give you
this sedative, Mrs. Carter.

Please, Sally.

You've got to be all right
when Jean gets back.

Stop pretending. She's not
coming back. I know she's not.

You mustn't talk like
that. I won't have it.

You won't have it?
Sally.

Oh, I'm sorry.

All right, Doctor.

Come on.
Make room!

Get back!
Come on, get back!

It's all right, Sally.
Jean's all right.

Jean.
Oh, Jean.

Thank God.

She got away
from him.

We found her wandering around in
the woods the other side of the lake.

Got away?
Pete, he didn't...

No. She's all right.
Really all right.

He didn't touch her.

She couldn't
say very much.

She didn't even know
what happened to Lucille.

What happened
to Lucille?

He killed her.

My father...

He killed
that little girl.

No. Oh, no.

Mummy,
I was frightened.

It's all right, darling.
You're safe now.

You're home.
Excuse me, please.

He killed her.

He killed her.

He killed her.

I'm going to
the Demarests'.

You'd better
come, too.