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Narrator: I CAME
TO LIMMERIDGE 7 YEARS AGO--

THE NIGHT OF APRIL 4, 1851.

THE AIR WAS FULL
OF SPRINGTIME...

AND TRAIN SMOKE.

OTHERWISE, A NIGHT
LIKE ANY OTHER NIGHT.

I'D HOPED THE FAIRLIES WOULD
SEND A CARRIAGE FOR ME.

GOOD EVENING.

GOOD EVENING.

I WAS EXPECTING A CARRIAGE
FROM LIMMERIDGE HOUSE.

OH, THE TRAP WAS HERE

TO MEET
THE AFTERNOON TRADE.

OH. I MISSED THE CONNECTION
AT NEWBURY.

IS THERE ANY WAY
OF GETTING OUT THERE
THIS TIME OF NIGHT?

MM, THERE'S WALKING.

YOU CAN LEAVE
YOUR BAGGAGE HERE

IF YOU LIKE.

IT'S ONLY ABOUT
A HALF AN HOUR

WITH THE MOON
ON YOUR SHOULDER
LIKE IT IS.

WOULD YOU BE KIND ENOUGH
TO SHOW ME THE WAY?

THERE YOU ARE, SIR.

YOU, UH...YOU TAKE
THE PIKE ROAD THERE

AND FOLLOW YOUR NOSE
STRAIGHT THROUGH
THE VILLAGE.

YOU'LL BE PASSING
THE SCHOOLHOUSE
ON YOUR LEFT.

STAY BY THE ROAD
FOR ABOUT A MILE

UNTIL YOU COME
TO THE WOODS
AND THE MARSH LAKE.

IT'S A LONELY
STRETCH,

BUT YOU'VE GOT
A GOOD LIGHT FOR IT.

SIR?

DID YOU SPEAK TO ME?

I, UH...

I'M AFRAID I'M LOST.

COULD YOU TELL ME
WHAT ROAD THIS IS?

IT'S ALL SO DIFFERENT
IN THE DARK.

IT'S THE MAIN PIKE.

IT RUNS
BY LIMMERIDGE HOUSE,

THEN ON A FEW MILES
TO NEWBURY.

IS THAT SUFFICIENT?

YES, THANK YOU.

DID I PASS YOU
IN THE DARKNESS?

I DIDN'T SEE YOU.

NO.

I WAS HIDING.

THEN I SAW YOU
LIGHT YOUR PIPE.

YOU SEEMED KIND.

I THOUGHT YOU
MIGHT HELP ME.

[GASPS] OH!

ARE YOU ILL?

OH! WHO ARE YOU?

WHAT HAVE THEY
TOLD YOU ABOUT ME?

MADAM, I'VE ONLY
JUST ARRIVED.

I'M A PAINTER,

THE NEW DRAWING MASTER
AT LIMMERIDGE HOUSE.

LIMMERIDGE?

YOU'LL BE
AT LIMMERIDGE HOUSE?

OH, HOW WONDERFUL.

I LIVE THERE, TOO,
SOMETIMES.

OH?

JUST PRETENDING,
I MEAN,

ONLY IN FUN.

DID YOU KNOW
MRS. FAIRLIE?

MISS LAURA FAIRLIE'S
MOTHER?

HER PARENTS ARE DEAD,
AREN'T THEY?

I TRY TO MAKE
MYSELF THINK

SHE WAS MY MOTHER, TOO.

SHE REALLY ISN'T,
YOU KNOW.

OH, MRS. FAIRLIE
WAS THE MOST WONDERFUL
PERSON IN THE WORLD.

SHE'S THE ONE WHO
DRESSED ME IN WHITE.

[CARRIAGE APPROACHES]

WHAT IS IT?

DID YOU SEE SOMEONE?

TELL ME, WHAT IS IT?

OH!

WALK ON
AND LEAVE ME.

PLEASE, DON'T
ASK ME ANYTHING,

BUT LEAVE ME.

THEY MUSTN'T
SEE ME.

THEY MUSTN'T!

CALM YOURSELF.

THERE'S NO NEED
FOR ALARM.

CAN YOU HELP US,
MY FRIEND?

HAVE YOU WALKED OUT
FROM THE VILLAGE?

YES, I HAVE.

WELL, THEN, HAVE YOU
BY ANY CHANCE

PASSED A WOMAN COMING
THIS WAY ALONG THE ROAD?

A WOMAN?

YES. YOUNG, RATHER.

WHITE DRESS, NO DOUBT.
MAYBE A CLOAK.

I'M AFRAID I CAN BE
OF NO HELP TO YOU.

IS SOMEONE MISSING?

MOST UNFORTUNATELY.

WE'VE REASON TO BELIEVE

SHE'S IN LIMMERIDGE
SOMEWHERE.

POOR CREATURE
ESCAPED LAST NIGHT

FROM OUR PRIVATE ASYLUM
OVER NEWBURY WAY.

ASYLUM?

VERY WELL, THOMAS.

GOOD NIGHT, SIR.

HELLO THERE!

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

MR. HARTRIGHT?

YES.

WE DIDN'T EXPECT YOU
SO LATE.

WE'RE VERY SORRY
THAT THE CARRIAGE

WASN'T AT THE STATION
TO MEET YOU.

WE UNDERSTOOD THAT
YOU WERE TO ARRIVE
MUCH EARLIER.

MR. HARTRIGHT,
MISS MARIAN.

MR. HARTRIGHT,
I'M MARIAN HALCOMBE,

MISS FAIRLIE'S COUSIN
AND COMPANION.

I'M SORRY TO SAY
SHE'S RETIRED,

AND MR. FREDERICK
FAIRLIE

IS USUALLY
TOO INDISPOSED
TO RECEIVE ANYONE.

I COULDN'T ASK FOR
A MORE CHARMING WELCOME
THAN YOURS, MADAM.

I'M AFRAID MY LATE ARRIVAL
HAS INCONVENIENCED YOU.

NO, NO, NOT AT ALL.

WE WEREN'T EXPECTING YOU
UNTIL TOMORROW

ONCE YOU WERE NOT ON
THE AFTERNOON TRAIN.

IT WAS A FINE NIGHT.

I FOUND THE WALK
VERY INTERESTING.

YOU MIGHT PREPARE
SOME SUPPER FOR
MR. HARTRIGHT, JEPSON.

WILL IT TAKE LONG?

ONLY A FEW MINUTES,
MISS MARIAN.

WE'LL WAIT IN THE
BREAKFAST ROOM, THEN.

PERHAPS I CAN EXPLAIN
YOUR ARDUOUS DUTIES

AND SOMETHING
ABOUT US ALL

WHILE WE HAVE A MOMENT.

I SHALL BE ALL ATTENTION,
MISS HALCOMBE.

LET ME SEE,

WITH WHOM
SHALL I BEGIN?

WITH YOURSELF,
PERHAPS.

OH, LET ME GIVE THE FAMILY
A BETTER START THAN THAT.

I'LL BEGIN WITH LAURA,
MY EXACT OPPOSITE.

SHE'S AN ANGEL.
I'M NOT.

SHE'S HEIRESS
TO A LARGE FORTUNE.

I'M POOR AS A FIELD MOUSE.

SHE'S PRETTY, GAY,
CHARMING,

FEMININE AS THIS.

BUT DIFFERENT AS WE ARE,
MR. HARTRIGHT,

SHE CAN'T LIVE
WITHOUT ME,

AND I CAN'T LIVE
WITHOUT HER.

SO IN ORDER
TO PLEASE ONE OF US,

YOU MUST PLEASE BOTH.

THERE'S LAURA'S
OLD NURSE, MRS. VESEY.

SHE'S MORE OF A PRESENCE
THAN A PERSON.

SHE JUST SITS.

AND MR. FREDERICK
FAIRLIE,

HE'S TOO MUCH
OF AN INVALID

TO LEAVE HIS OWN
BACHELOR QUARTERS.

HE'S AN UNCLE

AND HEAD OF THE HOUSE
BY VIRTUE OF THE FACT

HE'S THE LAST FAIRLIE
OF HIS GENERATION.

SO THERE YOU HAVE US,
SIR, SUCH A WE ARE.

OH. BACK ALREADY?

DID YOU ENJOY
YOUR WALK?

AS WELL AS A MAN COULD.

A WALK ALONE
IN THE MOONLIGHT

LEAVES SOMETHING
TO BE DESIRED.

DON'T YOU AGREE,
YOUNG SIR?

OH, THIS IS
MR. HARTRIGHT

OUR NEW
DRAWING MASTER.

COUNT FOSCO.

HAVE YOU SEEN
FAIRLIE YET?

IS HE IN
A GOOD MOOD?

[CHUCKLING]

COUNT FOSCO CAME UP
FROM LONDON ON
THE AFTERNOON TRAIN.

YOU MIGHT HAVE MET.

THIS POOR MAN
WALKED ALL THE WAY
FROM THE STATION.

JEPSON'S PREPARING
SOME SUPPER
TO RESTORE HIM.

SUPPER? SPLENDID IDEA.

I'LL JOIN YOU
IMMEDIATELY.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

COUNT FOSCO
LIKES TO CLOWN,

BUT DON'T BE FOOLED.

HE'S ONE OF THE MOST
BRILLIANT CRITICS
AND SCIENTISTS

IN ITALY.

OUR FRIEND
SIR PERCIVAL GLYDE

MET HIM THERE AND
BROUGHT HIM TO US

WHEN HE CAME
TO ENGLAND.

NOW HE COMES HERE
OFTEN

WHEN HE CAME
TO ENGLAND.

UH--

WHEN HE CAME
TO ENGLAND.

FREDERICK FAIRLIE.

PLEASE DON'T.

YOUR OWN IMPRESSIONS
MUST BE YOUR ONLY GUIDE.

OH, BUT DEAR FOSCO'S
ANOTHER MATTER.

NOT ONLY IS HE LEARNED
AND CHARMING,

BUT HE'S GIFTED
WITH THE MOST
VORACIOUS APPETITE

I'VE EVER BEHELD.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

THERE'S NOTHING
MORE BENEFICENT

THAN A TASTY BIT
BEFORE RETIRING,
MR. HARTRIGHT.

THERE'S A NATURAL INTIMACY
BETWEEN EATING AND SLEEPING,

TOO OFTEN NEGLECTED IN OUR
OVER-CIVILIZED EXISTENCE.

AN INTIMACY NOT ONLY
BIOLOGICALLY SOUND,

BUT AESTHETICALLY
DELIGHTFUL.

WON'T YOU
HAVE A TART,
MR. HARTRIGHT,

WHILE YOU
HAVE A CHANCE?

PERHAPS I'D BETTER.

AS FOR ME, I PERFORM BOTH
THESE DELIGHTFUL FUNCTIONS

LESS FROM NECESSITY THAN
FOR THE PUREST PLEASURE.

WISDOM I'VE BEEN
TRYING TO IMPRESS
ON MISS HALCOMBE HERE,

WHO'S INCLINED
TO TAKE TOO MUCH

ON HER EXQUISITE SHOULDERS.

SINCE YOU'RE A YOUNG MAN
OF TASTE, MR. HARTRIGHT,

I'M SURE YOU'VE NOTICED.

ANOTHER OF
THE PURE PLEASURES

IN WHICH
COUNT FOSCO INDULGES

IS THE CONSTANT
EMBARRASSMENT

OF A GUILELESS
YOUNG WOMAN.

GOOD NIGHT,
GENTLEMEN

JEPSON WILL SHOW YOU
TO YOUR ROOMS.

SO, YOU'RE
A DRAWING MASTER, SIR.

I'M A PAINTER.

I GIVE DRAWING LESSONS.

I SAW SEVERAL CANVASSES

WHEN I WAS IN PARIS
RECENTLY,

WHICH WERE
A POSITIVE REVELATION.

AS IF A PAINTER
HAD CARRIED HIS EASEL

OUT INTO THE SUNLIGHT
FOR THE FIRST TIME.

THE PICTURE BECAME
DRENCHED IN IT.

INDEED. IT'S A PLEASURE
TO FIND SOMEONE HERE

WHO IS SO INTERESTED.

IT'S MORE THAN I'D HOPED.

MUTUAL PLEASURE,
YOUNG SIR.

I MYSELF HAVE NO GIFTS

BUT TO APPRECIATE
THE GIFT OF OTHERS.

I UNDERSTAND YOU HAD
THE GOOD FORTUNE

TO BE FORCED TO WALK
OUT FROM THE VILLAGE,

A PEACE OF LUCK
ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS.

YES, IT, UH...
IT WAS VERY PLEASANT.

NO DOUBT. NO DOUBT.

YES, IT, UH...
IT WAS VERY PLEASANT.

UNDER THE MAGICAL
MOONLIGHT.

NO, I WAS NOT
THAT FORTUNATE.

BUT I ENJOY WALKING.

WELL, ONE NEVER KNOWS.

ONE ONLY HOPES.

GOOD NIGHT,
YOUNG SIR.

GOOD NIGHT, SIR.

MR. FAIRLIE
HAS JUST SENT WORD

HE'D BE GLAD
TO SEE YOU
TONIGHT, SIR,

IF YOU'RE NOT
TOO TIRED.

NO, NOT AT ALL.

A BITE OF SUPPER HAS
RESTORED ME COMPLETELY.

I HAD NO IDEA
MR. FAIRLIE WAS
SUCH AN INVALID.

HE ISN'T EXACTLY
WHAT YOU'D CALL
AN INVALID, SIR.

I THOUGHT MR. FAIRLIE
HAD RETIRED.

HIS HOURS ARE IRREGULAR.

HE NEVER LEAVES
HIS ROOMS, YOU KNOW.

HE SAID HE WOULD
BE UNABLE TO SLEEP

WITH THE INTERVIEW
HANGING OVER HIM.

THIS IS
MR. HARTRIGHT, LOUIS.

MR. HARTRIGHT, SIR.

OH, I AM SO HAPPY
TO POSSESS YOU
AT LIMMERIDGE, MR...

HARTRIGHT.

HARTRIGHT.

WON'T YOU SIT DOWN?

ONLY DON'T TROUBLE
TO MOVE THE CHAIR.

IN THE WRETCHED
STATE OF MY NERVES,

MOVEMENT OF ANY KIND

IS EXQUISITELY
PAINFUL TO ME.

HAVE THEY
WELCOMED YOU PROPERLY?

MOST GRACIOUSLY, SIR.

PRAY, EXCUSE ME.

COULD YOU SPEAK IN
A SLIGHTLY LOWER KEY?

LOUD SOUND IS
AN INDESCRIBABLE
TORTURE TO ME.

YOU WILL PARDON
AN INVALID,

BUT I ONLY SAY TO YOU

YOU WILL PARDON
AN INVALID,

THANK YOU SO MUCH.
DO PROCEED.

MISS HALCOMBE'S
BEEN VERY KIND.

OH, I AM SO GLAD.

WOULD YOU MIND PUTTING
THIS TRAY OF COINS

OVER IN THAT CABINET

AND HANDING ME
THE ONE NEXT TO IT?

THANK YOU.

THE WRETCHED
STATE OF MY NERVES

MAKES EXERTION
OF ANY KIND

EXTREMELY
DISAGREEABLE TO ME.

OH, THANK YOU.
THANK YOU.

A THOUSAND THANKS
AND APOLOGIES.

AREN'T THEY BEAUTIFUL?

DO YOU LIKE COINS, MR...

HARTRIGHT.
HARTRIGHT.

I'M SO GLAD.

HARTRIGHT.
HARTRIGHT.

BESIDES OUR RESPECT
FOR ART.

UH, OH, YES.

ABOUT THE PECUNIARY
ARRANGEMENTS

MY STEWARD
MADE WITH YOU.

ARE THEY SATISFACTORY?
I'M SO GLAD.

WAS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?
I THOUGHT--

OH, YES.

WAS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?
I THOUGHT--

GENTLY. GENTLY.

OH, WATCH
WHAT YOU'RE DOING!

WOULD YOU STRAIGHTEN IT
AGAIN, PLEASE?

I'M SO SORRY,
MR. HARTRIGHT. SO SORRY.

THESE TORMENTING NERVES
QUITE ROB ME OF ANY CONTROL.

WOULD YOU SIT DOWN AGAIN?

YOU SEE, THE PICTURE
NEEDS A SLIGHT CHANGE,

AND I COULDN'T BEAR ANYONE,

ESPECIALLY YOU, A PAINTER,
MR. HARTRIGHT,

TO SEE IT
BEFORE IT'S FINISHED.

WHAT WOULD YOU
THINK OF MY TASTE?

OH, LOUIS,
THAT PORTFOLIO, PLEASE.

NO, NOT THE ONE
WITH THE GREEN BACK.

THAT CONTAINS MY
REMBRANDT ETCHINGS.

THE ONE WITH
THE RED BACK, LOUIS.

DON'T DROP IT ALL.
DON'T DROP IT!

YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE TORTURES
I SHOULD SUFFER, MR. HARTRIGHT,

IF LOUIS WERE TO DROP
THAT PORTFOLIO.

OH OH OH OH OH!

[PANTS]

IS IT SAFE
ON THAT CHAIR?

DO YOU THINK IT'S SAFE,
MR. HARTRIGHT?

I'M SO GLAD YOU THINK SO.

WILL YOU OBLIGE ME
BY LOOKING THROUGH
THE ETCHINGS?

YOU'LL PROBABLY
FIND ONE OF--

LOUIS, GO AWAY!
YOU'RE A DUNCE!

DO TELL ME WHAT
YOU THINK OF THEM.

I THOUGHT THEY SMELLED
OF HORRID DEALERS

AND BROKERS FINGERS
WHEN I HANDLED THEM LAST.

CAN YOU DO
ANYTHING WITH THEM?

THEY REQUIRE CAREFUL
STRAINING AND MOUNTING,

BUT, IN MY OPINION,
SIR, I--

PARDON ME,
MR. HARTRIGHT, BUT...

WOULD YOU MIND
IF I CLOSE MY EYES
WHILE YOU SPEAK?

EVEN THIS SUBDUED LIGHT
CAN BE AN AGONY.

THANK YOU. DO GO ON.

I WAS ABOUT TO SAY,

I WILL STRAIN
AND MOUNT THEM.

PERHAPS, THEN,
THE ONLY POINT
STILL TO BE DISCUSSED

IS THE INSTRUCTION
IN SKETCHING

I AM ENGAGED
TO GIVE YOUR NIECE.

OH, YES.

MY NIECE KNOWS JUST ENOUGH
OF YOUR CHARMING ART

TO BE CONSCIOUS
OF HER OWN SAD DEFECTS,

SO YOU WILL TAKE PAINS
WITH HER, WON'T YOU?

THANK YOU.

IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?

NO? THEN WE QUITE UNDERSTAND
ONE ANOTHER, DON'T WE?

AH, SO NICE TO HAVE
SETTLED EVERYTHING.

OH, MR. HARTRIGHT...

WOULD YOU MIND ASKING LOUIS

TO CARRY THE PORTFOLIO
TO YOUR ROOM?

I'M NOT SPEAKING TO HIM.
I'M CROSS WITH HIM,

AND INDIGNATION
UPSETS ONE SO,
DOESN'T IT? YES.

I QUITE AGREE WITH YOU.

I CAN CARRY IT MYSELF.

CAN YOU REALLY?

OH, HOW NICE
TO BE SO STRONG.

ARE YOU SURE
YOU WON'T DROP IT?

LOUIS.

LOUIS, COME HERE.
IT'S ALL RIGHT, LOUIS.

I'VE QUITE FORGIVEN YOU.
YOU MAY APPROACH ME QUIETLY.

LOUIS, THE 12th-CENTURY
CROWN OF LORENZO IS MISSING.

IT'S ABSOLUTELY PRICELESS,
YOU KNOW,

BUT I'M DENIED
THE PRIVILEGE OF EXCITEMENT.

OH...

YOU COULDN'T HAVE
SEEN IT ANYWHERE,

COULD YOU, MR. HARTRIGHT?

OF COURSE NOT.
HOW COULD YOU?

ONLY THAT NOBODY ELSE
HAS BEEN HERE.

COUNT FOSCO WAS WORKING
ON THE TRAY, SIR.

FOSCO, OH!

DEAR, OH, DEAR.
I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT.

AH! DON'T LET ME
GET EXCITED, LOUIS.

YOU KNOW HOW
COUNT FOSCO AFFECTS ME.

OH, GO AWAY.

OH, THERE IT IS.

WELL, LOUIS,
HAVE I GOT TO ASK YOU

TO PICK UP
THE CROWN OF LORENZO?

GOOD NIGHT, MR. HARTRIGHT.

YOU WILL TAKE CARE WITH
THE ETCHINGS, WON'T YOU?

THANK YOU, OH, DO NOT
LET THE DOORS BANG.

OH, GENTLY WITH
THE CURTAINS, PLEASE.

THE SLIGHTEST RUSTLE FROM THEM
GOES THROUGH ME LIKE A KNIFE.

SO GRATEFUL TO YOU,
MR. HARTRIGHT.
GOOD EVENING.

[SIGHS]

NOW, LOUIS, YOU MAY
GET ME READY FOR BED.

I CAN SHOW YOU
YOUR ROOMS NOW, SIR.

WE'VE SENT
TO THE STATION
FOR YOUR LUGGAGE

FIRST THING
IN THE MORNING, SIR.

THANK YOU.

I CAN BRING YOU
SOME TOILET THINGS

IN THE MEANTIME.

UH, IS THERE
ANYTHING ELSE, SIR?

NO, THANK YOU.

YOU CAN TELL MR. FAIRLIE
MY QUARTERS ARE SATISFACTORY.

YES, SIR.
GOOD NIGHT, SIR.

GOOD NIGHT.

[GASPS] OOH.

YOU HURT YOURSELF?

OH.

IT'S JUST A THORN.
SO CLUMSY OF ME.

I DON'T THINK
IT'S VERY SERIOUS.

I KNOW.

HAWTHORNE'S WORTH IT,
IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL.

DO YOU THINK
YOU MIGHT BE FREE
OF SUCH ACCIDENTS

AND, UH, YOUR FEARS
IN THE DARK

IF YOU RETURNED TO
WHERE YOU CAME FROM?

I'M AFRAID
I DON'T KNOW YOU, SIR.

PERHAPS YOU DON'T
RECOGNIZE ME
IN THE DAYLIGHT,

BUT WE SURELY MET
ON THE ROAD LAST NIGHT.

WHAT BECAME OF YOU?

OH, EVIDENTLY
YOU'VE MADE SOME MISTAKE.

MY NAME IS LAURA FAIRLIE.

IN THAT CASE,
MISS FAIRLIE,
I MUST BE WRONG.

BUT THE RESEMBLANCE
IS SO STRIKING,

I CAN HARDLY
BELIEVE IT, EVEN NOW.

WELL, I--I FIND ALL THIS
A LITTLE EMBARRASSING.

I DON'T KNOW YOU,

AND I HAVE NO IDEA
WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

I'M THE NEW
DRAWING MASTER,
MISS FAIRLIE.

WALTER HARTRIGHT.

OH.

I WAS WALKING OUT
FROM THE VILLAGE

TO LIMMERIDGE HOUSE
LAST NIGHT,

AND A YOUNG WOMAN
APPEARED IN
THE DARK ROAD.

SHE ASKED MY HELP.

SHE DRESSED
ENTIRELY IN WHITE.

RATHER STRANGELY, BUT...

ARE YOU QUITE SURE
YOU WERE NOT--

I'M SURE I'VE NEVER
SEEN YOU BEFORE, SIR.

COME, MR. HARTRIGHT.

WE MUST HURRY HOME,
OR MARIAN AND FOSCO

WILL HAVE EATEN
ALL THE BREAKFAST.

AND SINCE I SEE
YOU'RE SO DETERMINED,

ON THE WAY,
YOU MAY TELL ME

ALL ABOUT THIS ROMANTIC
ADVENTURE OF YOURS.

GOOD MORNING.

Count Fosco:
GOOD MORNING.

GOOD MORNING.

MR. HARTRIGHT SAYS
HE'S NEVER SEEN
SUCH HAWTHORNE.

IN YOUR ARMS,
MY DEAR,

NEITHER HAVE I.

OH, YOU.

NOW YOU SEE WHY
WE HAD TO HURRY.

THEY HAVEN'T LEFT US
A BITE, NO DOUBT.

THANK YOU, JEPSON.

OH, MRS. VESEY,
THIS IS MR. HARTRIGHT.

HOW DO YOU DO?

HOW DO YOU DO?

GOOD MORNING,
EVERYBODY.

GOOD MORNING

YOU KNOW, MRS. VESEY,

MR. HARTRIGHT'S MUCH NICER
THAN WE EXPECTED.

I'M SCARCELY
FRIGHTENED OF HIM AT ALL.

I SEE YOU'VE
LOST NO TIME

I'M SCARCELY
FRIGHTENED OF HIM AT ALL.

OH, I ADVISE YOU
AS A FRIEND

TO HAVE NOTHING TO DO
WITH THE COLD HAM

AND WAIT TILL
THE OMELETTE COMES IN.

THANK YOU.

I HAD
THE GOOD FORTUNE

TO MEET
MISS FAIRLIE
IN THE GARDEN.

YES. IN THE NICK
OF TIME

TO SAVE ME FROM
BLEEDING TO DEATH.

OH, LAURA, WHAT HAVE
YOU DONE NOW?

OH, IT'S NOTHING.

BUT WAIT TILL YOU HEAR--

DO TELL THEM.

NO.

WELL, HE MET
A MYSTERIOUS WOMAN
ON THE ROAD LAST NIGHT.

SHE WAS LOST, POOR THING.

AND SHE WAS DRESSED
ALL IN WHITE.

AND SHE LOOKED LIKE ME.

DIDN'T YOU SAY
SHE LOOKED LIKE ME?

MM-HMM.

THEN WHEN SHE SAW
A COACH APPROACHING,

SHE JUST VANISHED
INTO THE WOODS.

LIKE A GHOST.
ALL IN WHITE, MIND YOU.

BUT PERHAPS MR. HARTRIGHT

PREFERS TO TREAT
THE OCCURRENCE
AS A CONFIDENCE.

THE TRUTH IS
I DIDN'T INTEND

TO SPEAK OF
SO STRANGE
A THING AT ALL

UNTIL I WAS FORCED
TO GIVE SOME
EXPLANATION

FOR MY MISTAKING
MISS FAIRLIE AND
THE LADY IN QUESTION

FOR ONE AND
THE SAME PERSON.

THEY LOOKED
SO MUCH ALIKE?

I THOUGHT SO.

NOW, I'M NOT SURE.

OH, LET THE MAN
EAT, LADIES.

I ESPECIALLY
RECOMMEND

THE CREAMED
KIDNEY TO YOU,
HARTRIGHT.

YOU'RE LEAVING, COUNT FOSCO,

WITHOUT EVEN HEARING
THE REST OF THE STORY?

I'M AFRAID I MUST.

YOUR DISTINGUISHED UNCLE
HAS ASKED ME TO EVALUATE

HIS RENAISSANCE VENETIAN
COINAGE THIS MORNING.

THEN I MUST
FINISH A LETTER
TO MY EXCELLENT WIFE.

DO YOU SUPPOSE
WE SHALL HAVE ANOTHER

OF THOSE INEXPRESSIBLE
PEACH COBBLERS
FOR LUNCHEON?

I HOPE SO.

Hartright: TOAST?

Laura: YES, THANK YOU.

FAIRLIE!

OH, THERE YOU ARE!

GOOD HEAVENS.

MY DEAR FOSCO,
HAVE YOU NO CONSIDERATION?

WHAT'S THE MATTER?

SHE'S HERE,
JUST AS I EXPECTED.

IN LIMMERIDGE?

SHE'S HERE,
JUST AS I EXPECTED.

NOTHING BUT A CHILDHOOD
MEMORY OF THIS HOUSE,

MRS. FAIRLIE, AND LAURA.

SHE ACTUALLY BELIEVES
SHE IS LAURA
SOME OF THE TIME.

OH, DEAR. OH, DEAR.

OH! FOSCO.

I REALLY THINK
YOU'VE BEEN AWFULLY
CARELESS ABOUT HER.

I REALLY DO.

WHO SAW HER?

HARTRIGHT? WHAT DID
SHE TELL HIM?

NOTHING IMPORTANT.

HARTRIGHT? WHAT DID
SHE TELL HIM?

BUT WE MUST
FIND HER AT ONCE.

WHY DON'T YOU?
WHY DON'T YOU?

OH, DEAR. WHATEVER
SHALL WE DO?

WILL YOU SEND
FOR SIR PERCIVAL GLYDE?

OH, I HOPE NOT.
ANY MORE COMPLICATIONS--

SIR PERCIVAL WILL BE
OF NO HELP TO US.

HIS SOLUTION
FOR EVERYTHING IS VIOLENCE.

HE'D HAVE DONE WITH THE GIRL,
INSTEAD OF AN ASYLUM.

BUT I DETEST VIOLENCE.
SO CLUMSY.

OH, YES. AND NOISY.

OH, NO VIOLENCE, PLEASE.

POLICE, BODIES...

MY NERVES COULD
NEVER STAND IT.

[CHUCKLES]

[LAUGHING]

OH, BUT YOU SHOULD NEVER

LET HER OUT OF YOUR SIGHT,
MR. HARTRIGHT.

WHY, YOU NEVER CAN TELL
WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN.

I DON'T SUPPOSE IT HAS
ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT,

BUT THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL
HERE FOR A TIME.

A STRANGE, UNHAPPY
LITTLE THING.

SOMEBODY'S COUSIN OR OTHER
WHO HAD BEEN LIVING ABROAD.

LAURA COULDN'T HAVE BEEN
MORE THAN 8 OR 9,

AND LONG BEFORE YOU CAME
TO US, MISS MARIAN.

ARE YOU QUITE SURE
YOU'RE NOT
MAKING THIS UP.

I LIKE THAT.

I REMEMBER THE CHILD
PERFECTLY, I ASSURE YOU.

SHE WAS ABOUT
THE AGE OF LAURA

AND AS LIKE HER
AS A PAIR OF SLIPPERS.

MRS. FAIRLIE DRESSED THEM
BOTH IN LAURA'S CLOTHES.

WAIT A MINUTE.

I BEGIN TO REMEMBER HER.

SHE FOLLOWED ME EVERYWHERE,
LIKE A SHADOW.

OH, I THINK
YOU'RE DREAMING,
ALL OF YOU.

BUT I INTEND
TO FIND OUT.

FAIRLIE WON'T
TELL YOU ANYTHING.

BOTHER FAIRLIE.
THERE ARE
OTHER WAYS.

ARE YOU COMING,
MRS. VESEY?

[PLAYING HARPSICHORD]

YOU SEEM
VERY MUCH ENGROSSED.

I'M PLAYING DETECTIVE.

THESE ARE OLD LETTERS
TO MY MOTHER FROM MRS. FAIRLIE.

THEY WERE
DEVOTED SISTERS, OF COURSE.

I HOPED THERE MIGHT
BE SOME MENTION

OF THE LITTLE GIRL
MRS. VESEY SPOKE OF.

WELL--

NO. NOTHING YET.

I LEAVE YOU
TO THE QUEST.

THAT WAS VERY NICE.

OH, MR. HARTRIGHT.

COULD YOU LOOK HERE
FOR A MOMENT?

YES. EXCUSE ME,
PLEASE.

LISTEN TO THIS.

TO MY MOTHER
FROM MRS. FAIRLIE.

SEPTEMBER, 1839--
12 YEARS AGO.

"SINCE I LAST WROTE YOU,

"A LITTLE GIRL
HAS BEEN SENT

"TO STAY WITH US
FOR A WHILE

"BY FREDERICK FAIRLIE,
MY HUSBAND'S BROTHER,

"WHOM WE SO SELDOM SEE.

"IT SEEMS SHE'S
THE ORPHANED DAUGHTER

"OF ONE OF THE FAIRLIE
COUSINLY CONNECTIONS,

"WHICH ARE TOO NUMEROUS
AND COMPLEX

"FOR MY SIMPLE MIND
EVER TO UNRAVEL.

"AT ANY RATE,
SHE'S A SWEET CHILD,

"ABOUT A YEAR
OLDER THAN...

"OUR LAURA,

"AND RESEMBLES HER
SO STRIKINGLY

"THAT I'VE TAKEN
A VIOLENT FANCY TO HER.

"BUT THERE'S
A BROODING WEIGHT

"UPON THIS POOR
LITTLE CREATURE'S MIND.

"I'M TRYING MY BEST
TO HELP HER,

"AND YOU SHOULD HEAR SOME
OF THE PRETTY THINGS

"SHE SAYS IN RETURN.

"YESTERDAY I GAVE HER
SOME OF LAURA'S
LITTLE THINGS,

"INCLUDING A NEW
WHITE LACE DRESS.

"IT WAS TOUCHING.
SHE KISSED MY HAND--

"SHE WAS RAISED ABROAD,
YOU KNOW--

"AND SAID,

"I WILL WEAR WHITE
AS LONG AS I LIVE.

"IT WILL HELP ME
TO REMEMBER YOU.

"HER NAME
IS ANN CATHERICK,

AND I WILL TELL YOU
MORE OF HER LATER."

SO WE KNOW HER NAME.

THERE CAN BE
LITTLE DOUBT OF THAT.

BUT WHERE'S SHE BEEN
ALL THESE YEARS?

WHY IS SHE
AT LIMMERIDGE?

WHAT DOES SHE
WANT OF US?

I DON'T KNOW.

SOMEHOW I FIND IT
A LITTLE FRIGHTENING.

WOULD YOU DO ME THE FAVOR

OF NOT MENTIONING
THIS LETTER TO COUNT FOSCO?

[PIANO KEYS
BEING STRUCK RANDOMLY]

DO I SEE RIGHTLY,
OR IS THAT A MONKEY?

ALAS, YOU SEE
WELL ENOUGH.

IT'S COUNT FOSCO'S
MONKEY.

HE CALLS IT IAGO.

[FOSCO LAUGHS]

HERE WE ARE.

I BROUGHT THE FAMILY
FOSCO DOWNSTAIRS

TO BID YOU
GOOD NIGHT.

THEY WERE GETTING
LONELY, I FEAR.

AH, I SEE YOU'VE
ALREADY MET IAGO,

MR. HARTRIGHT.

THIS FELLOW AND MISS
HALCOMBE GET ON
FAMOUSLY.

DON'T YOU,
YOU SLY DOG?

I WISH YOU'D TELL ME
HOW YOU DO IT.

GET DOWN.

HERE ARE
MY FINCHES--

PERIYES AND
MENISANDE.

COO, COO, MY SWEETS,
MY PRETTIES.

THEY'VE NEARLY
RESTORED MY FAITH
IN CONJUGAL FELICITY.

IT'S A PERFECT MATCH,
MOST TOUCHING.

WHAT A PICTURE
MISS FAIRLIE MAKES

IN HER LOVELY
WHITE DRESS
IN THE MOONLIGHT.

NOT TOO FAR FROM
YOUR STRANGE FIGURE

IN YOUR STORY,
MR. HARTRIGHT.

SO MUCH SO, IN FACT,
THAT I THOUGHT FOR A MOMENT

THAT I, TOO, MIGHT BE
SUFFERING HALLUCINATIONS.

THE LADY I SPOKE OF
WAS NO HALLUCINATION,
COUNT FOSCO.

NOT AT ALL. UP.
COME ON, UP.

HA HA! THAT'S RIGHT.

NOW, IF YOU DON'T MIND,
I WILL SAY GOOD NIGHT.

AH.

MAY I HAVE THE LETTER, PLEASE?

YES, I--

IT'S GONE.
I PUT IT ON
THIS TABLE.

COUNT FOSCO
MUST HAVE TAKEN IT.

I MAY AS WELL TELL YOU,
MISS HALCOMBE,

HIS ARRIVAL ON THE HEELS
OF THAT GIRL'S ESCAPE,

HIS CURIOSITY
ABOUT MY WALK
FROM THE VILLAGE.

HE LEAVES US FOR BED,

ONLY TO STALK
THE TERRACE
FOR HOURS IN THE DARK.

HIS SHOCK JUST NOW
AT THE SIGHT
OF MISS FAIRLIE,

ALL IN WHITE,
LIKE THE OTHER.

AND THEN THE LETTER.

WHAT INTEREST
HAS COUNT FOSCO
IN THE WOMAN IN WHITE?

AND WHY DOES HE NOT
COME OUT WITH IT?

MR. HARTRIGHT,
MUST I REMIND YOU

THAT COUNT FOSCO
IS A GUEST IN THIS HOUSE?

I'M SORRY.
FORGIVE MY
WANT OF MANNERS.

I'LL NOT
MENTION IT AGAIN.

I REALLY THINK
YOU'RE JUMPING

TO UNNECESSARY
CONCLUSIONS.

DON'T YOU?

COUNT FOSCO'S ADDED MUCH

AND HE SEEMS TO LIKE YOU
VERY MUCH...

AS WE ALL DO.

GOOD NIGHT.

WHAT IS IT?

OH, IT'S NOTHING.

HOW PLEASANTLY
THE SUMMER LINGERS

WHEN ONE HAS SUCH
CHARMING COMPANY.

SURELY, YOU--
YOU MUST MISS

YOUR DEAR WIFE,
COUNT FOSCO.

I DO. I DO.

AND THE MORNING TIMES.

DON'T DECEIVE ME.

YOU ARE CONCERNED.
WHAT IS IT?

IT'S REALLY NOTHING.

THIS HOUSEHOLD HAS BECOME
VERY DEAR TO ME.

I'M STILL IN NO POSITION
TO SPEAK OF SUCH MATTERS.

OH, BUT I INSIST.

WELL, DON'T YOU THINK, THEN,
SINCE YOU FORCED ME TO SAY SO,

THAT A LOVELY GIRL
LIKE LAURA

MUST MAKE A VERY STRONG
APPEAL TO A YOUNG MAN.

A VERY HUMAN YOUNG MAN
IN THIS CASE, I MIGHT ADD.

AFTER ALL, I PLEAD
HIS CAUSE, MY DEAR.

ALL OF US MEN ARE BUT
SHIPS IN A STORM

WHEN OUR FEELINGS
ARE STIRRED,

AS EVEN I CAN TESTIFY.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE
MIGHT BE EXPECTED

WHEN TWO SUCH YOUNG PEOPLE

ARE SO CLOSELY AND INTIMATELY
THROWN TOGETHER,

ALL NATURE CONSPIRING

AGAINST THE MOST RESOLUTE
OF PRINCIPLES--

I'VE HEARD ENOUGH.
INDEED, FAR TOO MUCH.

HOW LITTLE YOU CONSIDER
LAURA'S AWARENESS
OF HER POSITION,

TO SAY NOTHING
OF HER SENSE OF HONOR.

AND HOW UNJUST YOU ARE.

BOTH LAURA AND I
HAVE COME TO REGARD

WALTER HARTRIGHT
AS A FRIEND,

A VERY DEAR FRIEND.

ONE MOMENT.

THERE'S THE GLASS.
SEE THEM TOGETHER
WITH YOUR OWN EYES.

VERY WELL.

IF IT WILL END
THIS INSINUATION.

YOU MAY HAVE TO
ADJUST IT A LITTLE.

YOU'VE SPOILED IT!

IT WAS ALREADY SPOILED.

YESTERDAY I THOUGHT
I SAW SOME GAIETY,

AND DASH, AND CHARACTER
IN YOUR DRAWING.

TODAY, YOU'RE MERELY
ANOTHER YOUNG GIRL

WHO WANTS TO MAKE
PRETTY PICTURES.

JUST WASTING MY TIME.
YOU DON'T TRY!

OH, I DO TRY!
I TRY MY BEST,
BUT...

OH, MISS FAIRLIE,
FORGIVE ME.

I ONLY THOUGHT PERHAPS
I COULD HELP YOU.

LAURA, LOOK AT ME, PLEASE.

I DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT YOU.

YOU KNOW I WOULDN'T--

DARLING.

DARLING.

I THOUGHT I COULD KEEP ALL
THIS FROM YOU, LAURA, BUT--

DON'T SAY IT, WALTER.
YOU--YOU MUSTN'T.

[CARRIAGE APPROACHES]

SIR PERCIVAL,
WHAT A SURPRISE.

WE WEREN'T EXPECTING YOU BACK
FOR ANOTHER MONTH.

PUT IT DOWN
TO THE IMPATIENCE

OF A PROSPECTIVE
BRIDEGROOM, MY FRIEND.

ROME AND PARIS
HAVE LOST THEIR CHARM.

AND, UH, LAURA?

PATIENCE, MAN, SHE BLOOMS.

POSITIVELY BLOOMS
IN ANTICIPATION
OF YOUR HAPPINESS.

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?

I WARNED YOU NOT
TO COME HERE NOW.

I HAD TO.

MY CIRCUMSTANCES
ARE DESPERATE.

THIS MARRIAGE MUST BE
PUSHED THROUGH AT ONCE.

YOU'LL RUIN EVERYTHING.

THE CATHERICK GIRL
IS STILL AT LARGE,

AND LAURA'S ENAMORED
OF HER DRAWING TEACHER.

I WAS SPEAKING OF YOU
WITH FAIRLIE

ONLY THE OTHER DAY.

HE WAS HOPING YOU MIGHT
FIND A CERTAIN DURER

TO COMPLETE HIS COLLECTION.

I HAVE IT.
AND IN EXCHANGE,

I SHALL EXACT
THE PRICE

OF HIS HOSPITALITY
FOR A FEW DAYS.

AN EASY PRICE TO PAY,
SIR PERCIVAL,

FOR AS LONG AS YOU WISH.

GLYDE HALL MAY NOT
EVEN BE READY FOR
ITS NEW MISTRESS

IF THEY DON'T GET ON
WITH THE ALTERATIONS.

OH, YOU AND LAURA
HAVE SETTLED ON
A DATE THEN?

SHE DIDN'T TELL ME.

ONLY IN MY
FOND HOPE,
THAT'S ALL.

THE SOONER,
THE HAPPIER.

OF COURSE. OF COURSE.

THE HAPPIER FOR EVERYONE,
I SHOULD THINK.

[DOOR OPENS]

AH, HERE YOU ARE,
PERCIVAL.

SHE RUNS TO MEET YOU
IN AS PRETTY
A CONFUSION

AS YOU COULD
WISH FOR.

SIR PERCIVAL.

LAURA, DEAR.

I HOPE YOU'LL FORGIVE
MY UNANNOUNCED ARRIVAL.

I HAD THE CHANCE
TO COME,

AND THE SWEET
THOUGHT OF YOU

WAS NO LONGER
RESISTIBLE.

YOU'RE ALWAYS
WELCOME HERE.

MR. HARTRIGHT.

I TOOK THIS CHANCE
TO FIND YOU ALONE, WALTER.

DID YOU?

YOU KNOW, THAT'S
THE FIRST TIME

YOU'VE EVER CALLED ME
BY MY CHRISTIAN NAME.

IT WAS NOT AN ACCIDENT.

WE ARE TRUE FRIENDS,
AREN'T WE?

MARIAN, IF YOU KNEW
WHAT IT MEANS TO ME
JUST NOW

TO HAVE YOU SAY THAT.

NO MAN COULD HAVE
A FINER FRIEND

OR NEED ONE MORE,
BELIEVE ME.

I'M SO GLAD.

WALTER, I SAW
WHAT HAPPENED
IN THE MEADOW.

COUNT FOSCO AND I
WERE AMUSING OURSELVES

WITH THE TELESCOPE.

HE KNOWS, TOO?

HE DIDN'T EVEN
NEED THE GLASS.

HE KNOWS PEOPLE
BETTER THAN I DO.

AND TRUSTS THEM LESS.

PERHAPS.

BUT THE FAULT IS NOT YOURS,
WALTER, NOR HERS.

IT'S MINE.

MY UNCLE BEING WHAT HE IS,
IT'S MY RESPONSIBILITY HERE.

I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN
WHAT WOULD HAPPEN.

I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN,
NOT YOU,

BUT I WAS TOO HAPPY.

I THOUGHT I COULD
HIDE MY FEELINGS.

AND LAURA?

I DON'T KNOW.

IT'S BETTER
THAT YOU DON'T.

THIS IS HARD TO SAY,
BUT LISTEN TO ME, WALTER,

AND LET'S GET IT
OVER WITH AT ONCE.

YOU MUST LEAVE
LIMMERIDGE HOUSE
IMMEDIATELY,

BEFORE MORE HARM IS DONE,

BECAUSE LAURA IS ENGAGED
TO BE MARRIED.

ENGAGED?

SHE'S PROMISED
TO SIR PERCIVAL GLYDE

OF GLYDE HALL.

IT HAPPENED, OH,
MORE THAN 2 YEARS AGO

WITH FAIRLIE'S PERMISSION--

WITH HIS ENTHUSIASM
AND URGENCE, I SHOULD SAY--

BUT ALSO BY
LAURA'S OWN CHOICE.

IT SEEMED
A BRILLIANT MATCH.

THEY MET IN LONDON
DURING THE SEASON,

AND PERCIVAL QUITE
SWEPT HER OFF HER FEET.

AN ENGAGEMENT OF THIS KIND,

AND PERCIVAL QUITE
SWEPT HER OFF HER FEET.

IS--IS BINDING UPON LAURA
AS A MARRIAGE.

YOU REALIZE THAT,
DON'T YOU?

BUT HOW CAN IT BE
BINDING...

UNLESS SHE LOVES HIM?

FOR PEOPLE OF HONOR,
IT IS.

MAKE NO MISTAKE.

YOU'LL SEE NOW
THAT HE'S HERE.

HERE, NOW?

YES, WE WERE
ALL SURPRISED.

HE'LL BE HERE
FOR SOME DAYS.

YOU'RE RIGHT.

I COULDN'T STAND
TO SEE THEM TOGETHER.

I MUST LEAVE AT ONCE.

I'LL MAKE YOUR EXCUSES
TO FAIRLIE, WALTER.

[WOMAN CRYING]

Hartright: ANN.
[GASPS]

DON'T BE
FRIGHTENED.

YOU MUST
REMEMBER ME

ON THE ROAD
THAT NIGHT.

I SHOWED YOU
THE WAY.

DON'T YOU REMEMBER?

AH, YOU WERE KIND TO ME.

I'LL NEVER GO BACK THERE
AGAIN. NEVER, NEVER!

I'D RATHER DIE.

YOU DON'T THINK I SHOULD BE
IN AN ASYLUM, DO YOU?

TELL ME, WHERE HAVE YOU
BEEN ALL THIS TIME?

OH...

FIRST I GO ONE PLACE...

AND THEN ANOTHER.

I'M VERY CLEVER.

DO YOU KNOW HOW
I ESCAPED FROM THE ASYLUM?

I CHANGED THE KEYS.
THEY NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT.

THEN WHEN THE MAN CAME
TO LOCK US IN AT NIGHT, I--

YOU'LL NEVER TELL THEM,
WILL YOU?

THEY'LL NEVER FIND ME.

I HAVE MY OWN MONEY--
ALMOST £60.

BUT WHAT DO YOU WANT?

WHAT IS IT YOU'RE
SEEKING HERE, ANN?

WHY, I WANT TO SEE LAURA.

DON'T YOU KNOW?

WHY, I MUST, I MUST.
I MUST WARN HER.

SHE'LL KNOW IT'S TRUE.
SHE'LL BELIEVE ME.

SHE'S OUR MOTHER,
YOU KNOW...

IN THE GAME, I MEAN.

ACTUALLY, LAURA'S
THE BEAUTIFUL ONE.

YOU DO LOOK VERY MUCH
LIKE LAURA.

YES.

WELL, OF COURSE, I...

WHAT IS IT YOU
WANT TO TELL LAURA?

TELL ME, ANN.
I'LL BELIEVE YOU.

ONLY HER.
SHE'LL KNOW.

BUT I'M AFRAID.

THAT'S WHY
THEY PUT ME THERE--

BECAUSE I'LL TELL.
I'LL TELL.

THEN HE COMES TO THE ASYLUM

AND TELLS YOU AND
TELLS YOU IT ISN'T TRUE.

WHO? COUNT FOSCO?

HE TELLS YOU
IT'S ALL A DREAM,

BUT IT ISN'T.
IT'S TRUE. IT'S TRUE!

ANN, LOOK AT ME.

DO YOU KNOW LAURA'S
ABOUT TO BE MARRIED

TO SIR PERCIVAL GLYDE?

OH, SHE MUSTN'T.
OH, SHE MUSTN'T.

I'LL TELL HER.
SHE'LL BELIEVE ME.

WILL YOU GO WITH ME
TO THE HOUSE

AND TELL HER NOW?

ANN, IF YOU
COME WITH ME,

I'LL BRING YOU
FACE-TO-FACE WITH LAURA.

WELL, I'M AFRAID.
I'M AFRAID.

THIS IS YOUR CHANCE,
ANN.

I'LL PROTECT YOU.

YOU WON'T LET THEM...

YOU'RE NOT AFRAID
OF THEM?

NO. IT'S
FOR LAURA'S SAKE.

WILL YOU COME?

I--I DON'T KNOW
WHY I TRUST YOU,

EXCEPT THAT I MUST
TRUST SOMEONE.

LET ME TELL YOU, SIR,

EXACTLY WHAT IT IS
I KNOW,

THEN I'LL GO WITH YOU.

OHH.

IT SEEMS APPARENT

IS THE MATTER SOMETHING
WE CAN TALK ABOUT?

IT WOULD NOT BE EASY,
PERCIVAL,

BUT LESS SO BECAUSE OF
YOUR LONG PATIENCE
WITH ME

AND ALL
YOUR THOUGHTFULNESS.

MAY THEY NOT ARGUE THEN
FOR MY WILLINGNESS

TO UNDERSTAND YOU NOW?

VERY WELL.

I'VE LEARNED IT'S BETTER
TO FACE THINGS,

AND YOU'RE ENTITLED
TO MY HONESTY.

I HOPE I'VE EARNED
THAT PRIVILEGE.

IT'S MUCH DEEPER
THAN YOU THINK,

THIS CHANGE
YOU SEE IN ME...

SO SERIOUS, IN FACT,

AS TO JUSTIFY
YOUR BREAKING OFF
OUR ENGAGEMENT.

OH.

OH, YOU'D
NOT BE FREEING ME

TO MARRY
ANOTHER MAN,

IF THAT'S
WHAT YOU THINK.

NO WORD HAS PASSED THEN
BETWEEN YOU AND THIS...

OTHER MAN?

NO. THERE'S
LITTLE LIKELIHOOD

WE SHALL EVER
MEET AGAIN.

BUT SURELY I'VE SAID
MORE THAN ENOUGH,

HAVEN'T I, TO...

MY DEAR.

NO, YOU COULDN'T.

YOU COULDN'T
ASK IT OF ME.

I DRAW UPON MY YEARS
AND MY EXPERIENCE

NOT TO PERMIT YOU
TO EXAGGERATE

A PASSING ATTACHMENT,

OR AM I HEARTLESS ENOUGH
TO RESIGN A GIRL

WHO HAS HONORED ME WITH HER
CONFIDENCE AND TRUST.

OH, NO. HOW CAN YOU,
WITHOUT MY LOVE?

IT SHOULD BE
MY ONE PURPOSE
TO RECAPTURE.

WELL, I'VE SAID
ALL I CAN.

SHALL WE GO
INSIDE NOW?

Jepson: MR. HARTRIGHT
HAS CALLED

AND DEMANDS TO SEE YOU.

Count Fosco:
DEMANDS, DOES HE?

Marian:
WHERE IS HE, JEPSON?

I'VE SHOWN HIM
IN THE LIBRARY,
MISS MARIAN.

VERY WELL,
I'LL SEE HIM THERE.

THIS IS MOST IMPORTANT,
MARIAN.

I'M SURE IT IS, WALTER,

OR YOU WOULDN'T BE HERE
UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES.

I'VE MET
ANN CATHERICK AGAIN.

ANN.

I TALKED TO HER,

AND HER ACCUSATIONS
AGAINST COUNT FOSCO

AND SIR PERCIVAL GLYDE
ARE SUCH--

WAIT A MOMENT, WALTER.

I DON'T KNOW WHY
YOU HAVE THIS PREJUDICE

AGAINST COUNT FOSCO
AND NOW SIR PERCIVAL,

WHOM YOU
DON'T EVEN KNOW,

BUT IT WOULD SEEM
TO BE MORE COURAGEOUS

TO SAY WHAT YOU
HAVE TO SAY OF THEM
TO THEIR FACES

AND CERTAINLY
MORE COURTEOUS.

COURTEOUS?!

I THINK YOU CARRY
COURTESY TOO FAR
WITH SUCH PEOPLE.

I THINK SHE'S
IN ACTUAL DANGER.

SOME HOLD THEY HAVE
OVER FAIRLIE

HAS BROUGHT THIS ABOUT.

AS FOR MY COURAGE,

HAS BROUGHT THIS ABOUT.

WHICH I FIRMLY BELIEVE,
TO THE GENTLEMEN IN PERSON.

JEPSON, WILL YOU ASK
COUNT FOSCO,

SIR PERCIVAL,
AND MISS LAURA

TO COME IN HERE,
PLEASE?

YES, MA'AM.

WALTER,
PLEASE UNDERSTAND.

WHEN YOU LEFT HERE
THIS AFTERNOON,

CLEANLY, DECISIVELY,
LIKE A MAN,

YOU TOOK WITH YOU
NOT ONLY LAURA'S LOVE

BUT ALSO MY...

OWN DEEPEST RESPECT,

MY ADMIRATION.

MR. HARTRIGHT
HAS SOMETHING TO SAY
TO YOU, GENTLEMEN,

AND I THOUGHT
IT RIGHT, LAURA,

THAT HE SAY IT
BEFORE YOU.

I PREFER TO SPARE HER ANY
UNPLEASANTNESS, OF COURSE.

I SHALL REMAIN
WHERE I AM.

VERY WELL, THEN.

YOU, SAY WHAT
YOU HAVE TO SAY

AND GET DONE WITH IT.

BY ALL MEANS.

A FEVERISH IMAGINATION
LIKE YOURS, HARTRIGHT,

OUGHT NOT
TO BE RESTRAINED.

WHAT IS IT THIS TIME--

LADIES IN THE DARK

OR LEPRECHAUNS
HIDING IN A TREE?

MY INFORMATION,
AS YOU DOUBTLESS SURMISE,

CAME FROM THAT SAME
YOUNG WOMAN ANN CATHERICK.

OH, DEAR ME.

I WAS HOPING
FOR SOMETHING NEW.

THIS POOR GIRL
ACCUSES YOU, SIR PERCIVAL,

OF FORCING FREDERICK FAIRLIE'S
CONSENT TO YOUR MARRIAGE

TO LAURA FOR HER FORTUNE...

SCARCELY FLATTERING
TO THE YOUNG LADY.

AND YOU, COUNT FOSCO,

AS THE ORIGINATOR
OF THE CONSPIRACY.

ME?

I CAN UNDERSTAND HOW
AN ILL-TEMPERED BRUT
LIKE YOU

MIGHT FRIGHTEN A GIRL
INTO MARRIAGE, PERCIVAL,

BUT SURELY, NOT I.
I COULDN'T BE DANGEROUS.

I'M TOO FAT.

Sir Percival:
THIS IS INFAMOUS.

IF YOU COULD
CALL YOURSELF
A GENTLEMAN--

I COULDN'T IN ANY SENSE
YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND.

OHH.

ANN CATHERICK
CHARGES YOU, ALSO

WITH PUTTING HER
IN A PRIVATE ASYLUM

BECAUSE YOU'RE
AFRAID OF HER,

OF WHAT SHE CAN TELL
LAURA FAIRLIE.

SOME YEARS AGO
WHEN I WAS IN ITALY,

YOUR UNCLE FREDERICK WROTE

ASKING ME TO LOOK UP
THIS CATHERICK GIRL

WHO I BELIEVE
IS SOME RELATIVE.

I FOUND HER IN SUCH
PITIABLE MENTAL CONDITION

THAT I BROUGHT HER
BACK TO ENGLAND

AND PLACED HER
IN PROPER CARE.

COUNT FOSCO'S KNOWLEDGE

AND HIS INFLUENCE
WITH THE INSTITUTION

WHERE WE PLACED HER
WAS OF GREAT HELP.

YOU NEED ONLY ASK
FAIRLIE HIMSELF
ABOUT THIS.

UNFORTUNATELY,
SOMETHING OVER
2 MONTHS AGO,

THE POOR CREATURE
ESCAPED.

SHE NEEDS HELP
AND CARE.

I TRIED MY BEST
TO FIND HER,

AND IF HARTRIGHT
HAD THE LUCK
TO STUMBLE UPON HER,

HE WOULD HAVE DONE
BETTER TO RETURN HER
TO HER BENEFACTORS

RATHER THAN
TO LISTEN
TO HALLUCINATIONS

OF PERSECUTION

WHICH BELONG
TO HER MALADY.

WHY IS IT,
COUNT FOSCO,

YOU DIDN'T GIVE US
THIS SIMPLE EXPLANATION

WHEN I MET HER ON THE ROAD
THE NIGHT OF MY ARRIVAL?

WHY? NEED YOU
ASK WHY?

IT'S A DELICATE
FAMILY MATTER.

YOU MAY NOT BE
AWARE OF IT,

BUT IT'S
SCARCELY

THE PART OF
A GENTLEMAN

TO GO BLABBING
SUCH CONFIDENCES

TO THE FIRST
STRANGER
HE MEETS.

I REPORTED IT
TO FAIRLIE
AT ONCE.

DO YOU HAVE
ANYTHING MORE

THAN THE GIRL'S
WILD TALK

TO GO ON, WALTER?

I BELIEVE HER,

SO WOULD YOU
IF YOU HEARD HER.

I BROUGHT HER TO
THE VERY DOOR OF THIS HOUSE

TO CHARGE YOU
TO YOUR FACES.

BUT UNFORTUNATELY--

YES, UNFORTUNATELY.

A MAGICIAN LIKE YOU
OUGHT TO BE ABLE

TO MAKE A FEW PASSES
IN THE AIR AND PRESTO--

THERE SHE STANDS,

THE WOMAN IN WHITE.

MARIAN, SURELY
YOU BELIEVE ME.

THAT ASYLUM YOU SPEAK OF
IS NOT A BAD PLACE

FOR HIGHLY DEVELOPED
IMAGINATIONS.

YOU MIGHT TRY IT
SOME TIME.

IMPULSIVE YOUNG MAN,
ISN'T HE?

OH, YOU'RE NEW HERE.

WHAT BECAME
OF WILFRED?

I DON'T KNOW, MA'AM.
I ONLY CAME IN AUGUST.

OH.

OH, IT'S SO WONDERFUL
TO BE BACK.

IT NEVER CHANGES.

I WOULDN'T KNOW,
MA'AM.

I'VE ONLY BEEN HERE
A FEW WEEKS.

WHERE'S JEPSON?

UH, JEPSON
VACATED THE PLACE

WITH THE OTHERS,
MISS HALCOMBE,

ABOUT, UH,
3 MONTHS AGO.

MY NAME IS BERNARD.

OH, BUT HE'S
BEEN HERE ALWAYS.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

AND THIS IS TODD,
MISS HALCOMBE,

OUR HOUSEKEEPER.

MAY I SHOW YOU
TO YOUR NEW ROOM,
MADAM?

YOU MUST BE TIRED.

MY NEW ROOM?

WELL, THE ENTIRE
SOUTH SUITE

HAS BEEN PREPARED
FOR SIR PERCIVAL
AND LADY GLYDE.

OH, YES,
HAVE THEY ARRIVED?

NOT YET, MADAM.

THEY'RE NOT EXPECTED
TILL TOMORROW.

COUNT AND COUNTESS FOSCO

HAVE THE NORTH
GUEST CHAMBERS AND--

COUNTESS FOSCO?

REALLY?

COUNTESS FOSCO?

YOUR ROOM IS
THE THIRD FLOOR,

FRONT.

OH, BUT THAT'S
MRS. VESEY'S ROOM.

SHE'S ALWAYS HAD IT.

OH, WE THOUGHT YOU KNEW,
MISS HALCOMBE.

MRS. VESEY
MOVED TO LONDON.

LET ME SEE.
IT MUST'VE BEEN,
UH, 2 MONTHS AGO.

PLEASE INFORM
MR. FAIRLIE
THAT I'VE ARRIVED

AND WISH TO SEE HIM
AT ONCE.

BUT, MA'AM, MR. FAIRLIE
PARTICULARLY ASKED

TO WELCOME YOU TOMORROW

WITH SIR PERCIVAL
AND LADY GLYDE.

INDEED.

HIS ACUTE NERVOUS
SUFFERING, IT SEEMS,

DOES NOT PERMIT HIM
THE PLEASURE

OF 2 WELCOMES.

[GASPS] DON'T DO
ANYTHING MORE.

FOR HEAVEN'S SAKES,
DON'T SHAKE
THE ROOM.

PLEASE, IF YOU MUST
MOVE, MOVE QUIETLY!

[LABORED BREATHING]

FORGIVE ME,
DEAREST MARIAN.

YOU HAVE SUCH
BEAUTIFUL CONTROL.

OH, HOW I ENVY YOU YOUR
ROBUST NERVOUS SYSTEM.

MAY BE PLEASE
BE ALONE, SIR?

ALONE?

IS ANYBODY ELSE
HERE?

YOUR MAN.

OH. OH, YOU MEAN LOUIS.

OH, YOU DEAR, BLESSED,
PROVOKING MARIAN.

WHATEVER CAN YOU MEAN
BY CALLING LOUIS A MAN?

MY DEAR, HE'S
A PORTFOLIO STAND.

WHY OBJECT
TO THE PRESENCE
OF A PORTFOLIO STAND?

I DO OBJECT, SIR,
IF I MAY.

LEAVE US ALONE,
YOU NODDING MANDARIN.

SIR, FOR WHAT
POSSIBLE REASON

HAVE YOU SENT AWAY
ALL THE SERVANTS?

OH, DON'T--DON'T BULLY ME.
PLEASE, DON'T BULLY ME.

REALLY, I'M
NOT STRONG ENOUGH.

[SIGHS] DO AS YOU WISH,
GOOD MARIAN,

AS YOU ALWAYS HAVE DONE.
ONLY DON'T BULLY ME.

WHAT WAS IT?
OH, YES, THE SERVANTS.

WORTHLESS, MY DEAR,
FROM TOP TO BOTTOM.

IT'S BEEN LIKE A NEW PLACE
SINCE WE GOT RID

OF THE ENTIRE PACK
OF THE LAZY BEGGARS.

OH, HOW WE WERE PUT UPON
ALL THOSE WEARY YEARS.

IT WAS PERCIVAL'S
SUGGESTION, MY DEAR.

FOSCO, I'M SURE,
WILL TELL YOU
ALL ABOUT IT,

AND ALL WITH
DEAR LAURA'S APPROVAL.

AND THAT
I CANNOT BELIEVE.

DON'T--DON'T
CONTRADICT ME!

YOU KNOW MY WRETCHED
CONSTITUTION

WON'T STAND
THE STRAIN OF ANGER.

AHH, AHH...

HOW I SHOULD LOVE
THE LUXURY

OF FLYING
INTO A FINE RAGE!

HA, RAGE, HA HA.
HA HA HA HA.

[LABORED BREATHING]

OH, THERE IT IS.

WELL, IF THERE'S
NOTHING ELSE,

ADIEU, DEAR GIRL.

SO NICE OF YOU TO COME.

I HAVE NO INTENTION
OF LEAVING, SIR,

UNTIL I HAVE SOME
SENSIBLE EXPLANATION
OF THESE MATTERS.

SEND ME AWAY,
AS IS YOUR PRIVILEGE,

OR TREAT ME FRANKLY.

I CANNOT LIVE AT PEACE
IN THIS BLACK MORASS
OF MYSTERY

WHICH SEEMS TO BE
RISING ABOUT US.

PERHAPS AFTER ALL,

MR. HARTRIGHT
WAS NOT TOO--

STOP!

DON'T MENTION
THAT MAN'S NAME
IN THIS ROOM--

THE DESERTER.

AH, HOW CRUEL OF HIM

TO LET THAT POOR GIRL
ESCAPE HIM.

SHE'S NO DOUBT DEAD
IN SOME RAVINE

BY THIS TIME.

I HAVE MORE FAITH
IN WALTER HARTRIGHT

THAN IN SOME OTHERS.

REALLY?

YOU COULDN'T
POSSIBLY MEAN ME?

FOSCO? PERCIVAL?

HOW UNGRATEFUL YOU ARE
TO US ALL, MARIAN.

IT WAS PERCIVAL'S
FIRST INSISTENCE,

KNOWING YOUR DEVOTION
TO LAURA,

THAT YOU STAY HERE
WITH THEM

AND GO TO GLYDE HALL WITH THEM
AS SOON AS IT'S READY.

THAT WAS KIND OF HIM.
PERHAPS I MISJUDGE HIM.

I HOPE SO.

HAVE YOU HEARD FROM LAURA?

SHE WROTE TO ME
FROM PARIS AND VIENNA

ABOUT THEIR TRAVELS
AND NOTHING ELSE.

THEY WERE LETTERS
OF A STRANGER.

MR. FAIRLIE.

EXQUISITE.

EXQUISITE.

PERCIVAL.

MM-HMM.

MAY I HAVE ONE
OF THOSE, UH,

CIGARETTES?

OF COURSE,
MY DEAR.

[MONKEY
CHATTERING]

HA HA. DON'T BE
SO SHOCKED, DARLING.

ANY NUMBER OF LADIES
IN PARIS

ARE TAKING IT UP.

AREN'T THEY, PERCIVAL?

ARE TAKING IT UP.

ALONG WITH
OUR PRIVILEGES.

ISN'T THAT SO,
GRANDFATHER?

[COUGHING]

PLEASE, TAKE IT,
PERCIVAL.

YOU'LL HAVE TO GIVE ME
ANOTHER LESSON.

HERE YOU ARE, GRANDFATHER.

NEVER TOO OLD TO LEARN.

[MONKEY SCREECHES]

SORRY, MY DEAR FELLOW.

YOU'LL FORGIVE
AN OLD FRIEND

A FEW DROPS OF WINE,
WON'T YOU?

THANK YOU.

I PROMISE IT WON'T
HAPPEN AGAIN.

WILL IT?

SEE, YOU MUSTN'T
CORRUPT IAGO.

WE FOSCOS ARE
A CONSERVATIVE,

OLD-FASHIONED FAMILY.

AREN'T WE, MY BELOVED WIFE?

COME, YOU MAY TELL US
WHAT YOU THINK.

I THINK AS YOU THINK,
ALESSANDRO.

VERY WISE OF YOU, TOO.

YOU COULDN'T DO BETTER.

COULD SHE?

IN MY OPINION...

IF I HAVE YOUR PERMISSION
TO GIVE IT, COUNT FOSCO,

EVERYONE SHOULD
THINK FOR HIMSELF.

I BEGAN TO DO SO
WHEN I ARRIVED BACK HERE

YESTERDAY AFTERNOON.

WOULD YOU LIKE ME
TO SHOW THEM

THE LITTLE PRESENT I'VE
SELECTED FOR YOU, MY DEAR?

I TAKE IT OUT OF
OUR STRONGBOX
OCCASIONALLY,

JUST TO LET MY BELOVED
LOOK AT IT.

OH, DIAMONDS AND EMERALDS.

PRETTY PENNY
THAT COST.

IT'S VERY BEAUTIFUL.
EXQUISITE.

Marian: OH, WHY
DON'T YOU PUT IT ON,
COUNTESS FOSCO?

I'M SURE
IT'S BECOMING.

OH, IT'S NOT
QUITE HERS YET.

WE'RE WAITING
FOR THAT SUPREME MOMENT

WHEN HER THOUGHTFULNESS
COMPLETELY OVERWHELMS ME.

AREN'T WE, MY DEAR?

WHY, WHAT'S THE MATTER?

YOU MUST BE TIRED.

BUT I'M FEELING
MUCH BETTER, ALESSANDRO.

I'M NOT TIRED AT ALL.

IT'S A SPARTAN STREAM
IN YOU ENGLISH WOMEN.

HOW I ADMIRE IT.

QUITE UNNECESSARY
THIS EVENING.

I...I HOPE YOU'LL
ALL FORGIVE ME.

GOOD NIGHT.

Marian:
"THINKING DOES NO GOOD.

"I'VE THOUGHT ENOUGH.

"AND EVERY INSTANT,
I BECOME MORE FRIGHTENED.

"ONE THING--

"LAURA IS LOST TO US...

FOREVER."

MARIAN...

OH, MARIAN,
I'M SO SORRY.

PLEASE FORGIVE ME.

I DIDN'T MEAN
TO HURT YOU,

BUT I HAVE TO PRETEND
IN FRONT OF THEM.

I'M JUST THE SAME.
I HAVEN'T CHANGED.

OH, LAURA, OF COURSE,
YOU HAVEN'T.

I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN.

THEY COULDN'T
REALLY CHANGE YOU.

OH, MARIAN, I'VE
BEEN SO MISERABLE

SINCE I'VE BEEN AWAY.

PERCIVAL THINKS
ONLY OF MONEY.

HE'D DO ANYTHING
FOR IT.

DID YOU KNOW ABOUT
THE MARRIAGE SETTLEMENT?

NO.

IT PROVIDES THE ENTIRE
FAIRLIE FORTUNE

GOES TO PERCIVAL
IN THE EVENT
OF MY DEATH.

I WISH I WOULD DIE
SOMETIMES.

HAVE YOU HEARD
ANYTHING FROM WALTER?

NO, I--I HAVEN'T.

I DISCOVERED
HE LEFT ENGLAND

ALMOST AT ONCE
FOR ITALY.

ITALY?

LATER, SEVERAL SKETCHES BY HIM
APPEARED IN THE TATTLER--

STREET SCENES IN ROME--

THEN A PAINTING...

A VERY REMARKABLE
PORTRAIT WAS HUNG
IN THE ROYAL ACADEMY.

I READ A DESCRIPTION
OF IT AND WENT TO SEE IT

WHEN I WAS IN LONDON.

A PORTRAIT...OF ME?

NO.

OF YOU, DEAR?

OH, OF COURSE NOT.

DIDN'T YOU KNOW
WHAT HE THOUGHT OF YOU?

I DID.

I NEVER KNEW
WHICH OF US

HE WAS FALLING
IN LOVE WITH.

THE PORTRAIT
WAS VERY LIKE YOU

BUT WITH GREAT SHADOWS
AROUND THE EYES

AND A HAUNTING LOOK
OF FEAR.

IT WAS CALLED
THE WOMAN IN WHITE.

[SIGHS] WE DIDN'T
BELIEVE HIM.

IF WE'D ONLY
BELIEVED HIM.

I HAD NO RIGHT
TO SIGN THAT SETTLEMENT.

IT'S NOT MY FORTUNE.

IT BELONGS
TO THE FAMILY.

MR. GILMORE
BEGGED ME NOT TO.

HE GAVE UP HANDLING
OUR AFFAIRS OVER IT,

AFTER 30 YEARS.

BUT THEY MADE ME
SIGN IT, MARIAN.

WHY DIDN'T YOU
DO SOMETHING?

I?

BUT I--I WROTE TO YOU
AND WROTE TO YOU.

YOU NEVER GOT THEM.

YOU NEVER GOT
THE LETTERS
THAT REALLY MATTERED.

HE STOPPED THEM.

I DIDN'T RECEIVE
ANY LETTERS FROM YOU

AFTER YOU ARRIVED
IN ROME.

I'M AFRAID OF HIM,
DARLING...

SO TERRIBLY.

WHAT IS IT, LAURA?

I'M JUST NOT FEELING
VERY WELL.

I THINK PERHAPS
I BETTER GO TO MY ROOM.

I'LL GO WITH YOU.

OH, NO. PERCIVAL'S
GONE WITH FOSCO

TO TALK BUSINESS
WITH FAIRLIE.

HE MAY BE BACK
AT ANY MOMENT.

I'LL BE ALL RIGHT.

GOOD NIGHT, DEAR

GOOD NIGHT.

[WIND BLOWING]

Sir Percival:
ALL YOUR SCHEMES.

I'VE HAD ENOUGH
OF THEM!

Fairlie: DO YOU EVEN CARE
HOW I SUFFER?

[FOSCO, LAUGHING]
NOT PARTICULARLY.

SUCH REFINED CRUELTY,
SUCH TORTURE,

SUCH INFINITE PAIN.

Sir Percival:
HA HA, BUCK UP.

IT'S NOTHING
OF THE PAIN YOU'LL HAVE

WHEN THE WHOLE COUNTY
KNOWS WHAT WE KNOW.

Fairlie: OH, PLEASE.

POOR ANN.

OH, WHY DON'T YOU
FIND HER?

ASK FOSCO. HE'S
THE GREAT GENIUS

WHO NEVER
MAKES A SLIP.

IT'S NOT RIGHT.
IT'S NOT KIND

TO LET THE POOR THING
ROAM AT LARGE LIKE THIS.

OH, IT'S SHAMEFUL.

SHE MIGHT TALK.

SHE'LL SAY WHAT
I WANT HER TO SAY

LIKE ANYONE ELSE
WHO'S BEEN IN MY CHARGE.

I'D LIKE TO BE
SURE OF THAT.

THIS MINIATURE
IS EXQUISITE.

DID YOU NOTICE
THE DELICATE
SHADING HERE?

LOOK AT THE FLOW
OF THAT SHOULDER
INTO THE ARM.

ONE CAN
ALMOST FEEL IT.

OH, HOW CAN YOU?!
HOW CAN YOU?!

WILL YOU TWO
STOP THIS
PLAYACTING

AND GET DOWN
TO BUSINESS?

WHAT ABOUT
THAT MONEY?

AND I DON'T
MEAN DRIBLETS.

I MEAN £20,000!

OH, SO WE'RE
BACK TO IT AGAIN.

[THUNDER]

QUITE A STORM
COMING UP.

£20,000 NOW.

I'VE GOT TO HAVE IT,
DO YOU HEAR?

BUT I HAVEN'T IT.
I TOLD YOU,

I NEVER HAD ANYTHING
BUT THE INCOME.

NO. LAURA HAS IT.

YOU'VE GOT
YOUR SETTLEMENT.

ISN'T THAT ENOUGH?

NO. I NEED
THE MONEY NOW.

OHH.

HER NAME
ON A PIECE OF PAPER

IS ALL I NEED.

OF COURSE,
I'D RATHER
GET IT THAT WAY.

BE QUIET, PERCIVAL.

IF YOU CAN'T
MAKE HER SIGN,

THEN I WILL.

RUINED, DISGRACED,

ON A WHIM
OF A STUBBORN GIRL.

BY HEAVEN, I'LL--

BE QUIET, YOU FOOL.

[LAUGHS]

YES, YOU SHRINK

FROM THAT LITTLE
IDEA, DON'T YOU,

THOUGH IT WOULD
SOLVE EVERYTHING.

A FOOL AND A COWARD.

WE'RE A GREAT PAIR,
FOSCO.

I SHRINK FROM NOTHING,

BUT STUPIDITY.

MURDER IS THE RESORT
OF IMBECILES.

MURDER?

OH, YOU COULDN'T.

OHH, THE WHOLE HOUSE

WOULD BE FULL OF POLICE
AND THINGS.

SOMETHING'S
GOT TO HAPPEN.

I'VE ALREADY
ATTENDED TO THAT.

SHE'LL SIGN.

REALLY?
WHEN?

TOMORROW PERHAPS...

OR THE NEXT DAY.

GOOD NIGHT, GENTLEMEN.

PLEASANT DREAMS.

[THUNDER]

[SNEEZES]

WILL YOU PLEASE
CLOSE THAT WINDOW?

FILTHY NIGHT
IN A FILTHY WORLD.

[THUNDER]

I KNOW.

ONE TRIES NOT
TO LIVE IN IT,

BUT...[SNIFFLES]
THEY MAKE YOU.

[SNEEZES]

[GASPS]

DON'T BE FRIGHTENED.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

SINCE YOU TAKE
SUCH FANTASTIC RISKS

TO FIND OUT ABOUT US,

I THOUGHT IT'D BE SAFER
IF I CAME AND TOLD YOU.

HOW DID YOU
GET IN HERE?

THE DOOR
WAS LOCKED.

A LOCKED DOOR TO ME
IS NO MORE THAN A RIBBON

WRAPPING UP
A LOVELY GIFT.

OR IF YOU BELIEVE
MY CONSIDERABLE BULK

COULD BECOME A WRAITH,

I SEEPED IN
THROUGH THE KEYHOLE.

WAS IT NECESSARY
TO HIDE THERE

AND SHAME ME,
AS WELL?

I WAS ONLY TOO HAPPY

TO DISCOVER SOMETHING
AT LAST

THAT'S FLAWLESS IN FORM
AS IT IS IN SPIRIT.

MARIAN, COME HERE.

I WANT TO TALK TO YOU.

WHAT A COMBINATION,
WHAT AN EXISTENCE--

YOUR COURAGE,

YOUR INDOMITABLE
CHARACTER,

AND LOVELINESS...

AND THE FABULOUS GIFT
OF MY MIND.

WAIT. THINK ABOUT IT.
THERE'S NO HURRY.

YOU HAVE A WIFE,
COUNT FOSCO.

YES, A DEVOTED CREATURE,
BUT A CIPHER.

WHEN I MET THE LADY
IN A CHARMING VILLA
IN SORRENTO,

SHE HAD
A MODEST FORTUNE

AND ENJOYED HER REGULAR
REMITTANCE FROM ENGLAND.

I WAS OUT OF FUNDS,
AS USUAL.

ABSURD THAT
MY ACHIEVEMENTS
SHOULD BE HAMPERED

BY THE STUPID ACCIDENT
OF MONEY.

NOW WE SHALL HAVE
THE FAIRLIE FORTUNE
TO COMMAND.

LAURA'S FORTUNE.

OH, NO. NEVER.

NEVER. SHE KNOWS YOU
AS WELL AS I DO.

SHE WILL
SIGN OVER TO US

AS MUCH AS WE WANT
TOMORROW.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

YOU'VE DONE SOMETHING
TO HER.

YOU...

YOU INCREDIBLE FIEND.

YOU MURDERER.

NO. I'VE NEVER FOUND
THAT QUITE NECESSARY.

I SHOULD HATE IT,

ANY SORT
OF PHYSICAL VIOLENCE.

WE SHALL TALK AGAIN.

YOU WILL COME TO ME
OF YOUR OWN ACCORD.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

WHAT IS IT?

SIR PERCIVAL
SENT ME, SIR.

I'VE SEARCHED
THE HOUSE FOR YOU.

HER LADYSHIP
IS SUDDENLY ILL.

SHE ASKS YOU TO COME.

LET ME GO.

I'LL COME
AT ONCE.

MEANTIME, I WANT
YOU TO REMAIN

OUTSIDE
THIS DOOR.

IN DEFERENCE
TO YOUR CHARMING
ADVENTUROUSNESS,

WE'LL WATCH
THE OUTSIDE,
AS WELL.

MISS HALCOMBE
DOES NOT WISH TO
LEAVE HER ROOM

OR SEND
ANY MESSAGES.

EVEN AS AN
ANTAGONIST,

I ADMIRE YOU,
MY DEAR.

SUCH DASH,
SUCH RESOLUTION.

SUCH DELIGHTFUL
FOLLY.

I'VE BEEN
LOOKING FOR YOU.

LAURA IS ILL
WITH A FEVER

AND BATTLING
A LOT OF NONSENSE.

I THINK YOU'D BETTER
HAVE A LOOK AT HER.

THAT WON'T
BE NECESSARY.

WELL, I'M SURE
IT DOESN'T MATTER TO ME

ONE WAY OR THE OTHER.

IT'S QUITE
AS I EXPECTED.

THE INITIAL REACTION

IS ALWAYS
RATHER VIOLENT.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

YOU'RE ANXIOUS
FOR HER TO SIGN THAT
PAPER, AREN'T YOU?

I THINK
THAT TOMORROW,

YOU'LL FIND HER
MORE AMENABLE.

OH, DON'T--DON'T BE
FRIGHTENED OF ME.

I ONLY WANT TO HELP YOU.

NO. NO.

WHERE'S MARIAN?

I WANT MARIAN.

PLEASE UNDERSTAND ME.

PLEASE, I MUST WARN YOU.
I MUST.

WHY DOESN'T
MARIAN COME?

IT'S THE MONEY.

IT'S THE MONEY
THEY WANT.

OH, AND THEY'LL KILL YOU.

THEY WILL, THEY WILL.

[DOORKNOB RATTLES]

I SAW A GOOD DEAL
OF TYPHUS

WHEN I WAS A STUDENT
IN GALICIA.

I THOUGHT
I RECOGNIZED IT

WHEN I FIRST
SAW HER.

SYMPTOMS
ARE SIMILAR,

BUT I CAN
CHECK THIS MALADY

AS EASILY AS INDUCE IT
WHENEVER I WISH.

CHECK IT, THEN...

OR GO THROUGH
WITH IT.

SHE'S NO GOOD TO US
THIS WAY.

A LITTLE TOO SOON
TO DECIDE THAT.

AND I'VE BEEN
TRYING TO MAKE HER

SIGN THE CURSED THING
FOR 2 DAYS NOW.

IT'S HOPELESS.

A MORE VIOLENT
REACTION

THAN I WANTED,
BUT-- WAIT.

IS THAT YOU, MARIAN?

Laura: NO.

PLEASE TAKE HER AWAY.
SHE FRIGHTENS ME.

Count Fosco: WHO?
WHO FRIGHTENS YOU,

COUNTESS FOSCO?

MARIAN?

WHERE IS MARIAN?

WHO FRIGHTENS YOU?

WHO?

HUH?

THAT GIRL.

Count Fosco:
WHAT GIRL?

SHE'S...

SHE'S ALL IN WHITE.

Laura:
SHE'S ALL...

HAVE YOU LEFT HER
ALONE AT ANY TIME?

OH, NO, SIR.

I MEAN, ONLY RIGHT NOW
TO GET THE LINENS.

COUNTESS FOSCO AND I

HAVE BEEN HERE
EVERY MINUTE.

Sir Percival:
WHAT DOES
IT MEAN?

I DON'T KNOW.

I DON'T THINK
YOU'D BETTER

LEAVE THE HOUSE
THIS EVENING, PERCIVAL.

SHE HASN'T EATEN A THING
FOR 2 DAYS, MILADY.

SHE'LL NEED
SOME STRENGTH.

YOU MAY GO TO BED
NOW, TODD.

YOU MUST BE TIRED.

YES, MILADY.
THANK YOU, MILADY.

GOOD NIGHT, MILADY.

WHY HAVEN'T
YOU COME?

I COULDN'T.
I COULDN'T GET AWAY.

WHY?

HE WATCHES ME
ALL THE TIME.

HE SUSPECTS.

YOU MUST GO AWAY, ANN.

YOU PROMISED TO GO
ONCE YOU'D SEEN LAURA.

SHE WAS ILL.

SHE DIDN'T UNDERSTAND.

YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING
AGAINST HIM.

HAVEN'T YOU LEARNED THAT?

WHAT'S THE USE OF IT?

WHAT DID YOU WANT
TO TELL HER?

YOU KNOW.

OH.

EAT YOUR SUPPER, ANN.

YOU ALWAYS DID LIKE
THE SECOND-DAY BEEF.

DID I?

YES.

I DON'T REMEMBER.

YOU LIKED IT
WITH THE BROWN SAUCE.

I'M NOT HUNGRY.

YOU MUST BE.

HAVE YOU BEEN
HAVING YOUR PAIN AGAIN?

I HAD IT.

I CAN'T
REMEMBER WHEN.

WHAT TIME IS IT NOW?

IT'S LATE.

THEY'RE ALL ASLEEP.

YOU MUSTN'T
GO THERE AGAIN, ANN.

OH, I...I WAS MAD,

MAD TO LET YOU
COME HERE.

THEY MIGHT NOT
WANT TO PUT YOU
BACK THERE AGAIN.

THEY MIGHT...

THEY MIGHT NOT...

WANT TO PUT YOU
BACK THERE.

YOU'RE BETTER.

NOW
YOU'LL UNDERSTAND.

AT LAST,
I CAN TELL YOU.

OH, PLEASE DON'T BE
AFRAID OF ME.

WE SHOULD
NEVER BE AFRAID

OF EACH OTHER,
SHOULD WE?

HOW COULD WE?

IT WOULD BE LIKE...

LIKE BEING AFRAID
OF YOURSELF.

OH, WHERE SHALL
I BEGIN?

SOMETIMES I CAN'T
QUITE REMEMBER.

Count Fosco: OH, YES,
YOU CAN. TELL HER.

QUITE A YOUNG LADY THEN,
WEREN'T YOU?

YOU OVERHEARD US.

YES.

YES, SIR PERCIVAL
WAS THERE, TOO.

Sir Percival:
THAT'S RIGHT.

IT WAS IN ROME, REMEMBER?

[GASPS]

NO.

Ann: NO! AAH!

AAH!

OH.

Sir Percival:
DON'T STAND THERE.
GET SOME WATER.

Count Fosco:
THE GIRL IS DEAD.

QUITE.

THERE WILL BE
AN INVESTIGATION.

WHAT DO WE DO NOW?

WE THINK.

AT LEAST I DO.

[GASPS]

Minister:
"NOW THE GOD OF PEACE

"THAT BROUGHT AGAIN
FROM THE DEAD

"OUR LORD, JESUS CHRIST,

"THE GREAT SHEPHERD
OF THE SHEEP,

"THROUGH THE BLOOD
OF THE EVERLASTING
CONVENANT,

"MAKE YOU PERFECT
IN EVERY GOOD WORK

"TO DO HIS WILL,

"WORKING IN YOU

"THAT WHICH IS
WELL-PLEASING
TO HIS SIGHT

"THROUGH JESUS CHRIST,

"TO WHOM BE GLORY
FOREVER AND EVER.

AMEN."

All: AMEN.

WHERE'S COUNT FOSCO?

FOSCO IS NOT THE FAMILY,
AFTER ALL.

YOU KNOW VERY WELL
HE RECEIVED A TELEGRAM

AND LEFT FOR LONDON
ON URGENT BUSINESS

THE NIGHT
POOR LAURA DIED.

IF WE'D ONLY
LISTENED TO YOU,
WALTER.

IF YOU'D ONLY
COME SOONER.

I HAD JUST RETURNED
TO ENGLAND

WHEN I SAW THE NOTICE
IN THE TIMES.

I CAME AT ONCE.

NOW SHE'S GONE.

THEY KILLED HER.
I KNOW THEY DID.

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING,
WALTER? WHAT IS IT?

NOTHING. NOTHING.

I'VE TOLD YOU
ALL I KNOW ABOUT THIS.

WHAT YOU'RE NOT
TELLING ME

SPEAKS LOUDER
THAN YOUR WORDS.

TELL ME, WALTER.

BUT HOW CAN
I TELL YOU?

HOW CAN I RAISE YOUR HOPES
ON SUCH A MERE SUSPICION?

PLEASE.

IT IS NOT A SUSPICION.
I AM CERTAIN OF IT.

THIS FOSCO
IS NO CRUDE MURDERER.

HE'S WORSE, FAR WORSE.

AS PERFECT
AS HIS SCHEME WAS,

HE DIDN'T EXPECT
THAT POOR DEAD FACE

TO BE LOOKED AT WITH EYES
THAT HAD SEARCHED LAURA'S.

NO.

TO BE LOOKED AT WITH EYES
THAT HAD SEARCHED LAURA'S.

TO WHOM EVERY PLANE
AND FACET OF FEATURE

HAS A SPECIAL MEANING.

NO, WALTER.

HAS A SPECIAL MEANING.

WAS ANN CATHERICK.

AND MORE THAN LIKELY,
LAURA IS STILL ALIVE.

ALIVE?

I THINK IF THEIR
EVIL CIRCLE IS COMPLETE,

WE WILL FIND HER
IN THAT SAME PRIVATE ASYLUM

FROM WHICH ANN ESCAPED,

NOT A DOZEN MILES FROM HERE
OVER IN NEWBURY WAY.

YES, YES. THAT'S IT.
OF COURSE IT IS.

COME, WE MUST
GET THE POLICE.

WAIT A MINUTE, MARIAN.

YOU THOUGHT AS I'VE BEEN
THINKING ALL THIS TIME,

WHAT'LL HAPPEN TO LAURA
IF WE GET THE POLICE,

IF WE FRIGHTEN THEM
IN ANY WAY?

WE MUST GO TO NEWBURY
BY OURSELVES.

WE MUST SPEAK OF THIS
TO NO ONE.

WHATEVER WE CAN DO,
WE MUST DO IT ALONE.

Count Fosco: COME BACK
IN HALF AN HOUR.

YES, SIR.

YOU GENTLEMEN
WILL PREFER

TO BE ALONE WITH
MISS CATHERICK, NO DOUBT.

NO DOUBT.

BUT IF THERE'S
ANYTHING FURTHER

YOU WISH DONE,
COUNT FOSCO...

JUST ANYTHING AT ALL.

DID HE MEAN THAT?

ANYTHING?

WILL YOU EVER STOP TALKING
LIKE A COMMON FOOTPAD?

WILL YOU EVER GET OVER
THIS IDEA OF KILLING?

SERIOUSLY, PERCIVAL,

I ADVISE YOU
NEVER TO GET MIXED UP

IN THIS SORT
OF THING AGAIN.

IF I DO, IT WILL
BE ON MY OWN.

I LIKE THINGS
OVER AND DONE WITH.

OVER AND DONE WITH?

HOW OFTEN IS MURDER
OVER AND DONE WITH?

WHAT,
ON THE OTHER HAND,

IS SO COMPLETE,

SO EXQUISITELY
FINAL,

AS A WELL-ARRANGED
NATURAL DEATH.

YOU HAD
THE GOOD JUDGEMENT

TO LEAVE THIS MATTER
IN MY CAPABLE HANDS

FOR 3 INVALUABLE
MONTHS.

NOW DON'T INTERFERE.

THANKS.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]

COME IN.

DRAW THE CURTAINS.

HELLO, ANN.

HOW ARE YOU TODAY?

MY NAME
IS ANN CATHERICK.

I WAS BORN
IN SORRENTO.

MY MOTHER IS NOW
THE COUNTESS FOSCO.

COUNT FOSCO IS MY FA--

YES, YES.
THAT'S FINE.

SIR PERCIVAL AND I
HAVE COME HERE

TO MAKE SURE
YOU'RE COMFORTABLE.

HAVE EVERYTHING
YOU WANT HERE?

YOU REMEMBER
SIR PERCIVAL,
DON'T YOU?

[GASPS]

I...I ANSWER
TO A FALSE NAME.

IF I DON'T,

I'M BEATEN AND STARVED.

DO YOU WANT YOUR CHILD

TO BE BORN IN A PLACE
LIKE THIS?

MY CHILD?

ANN, COME HERE.

I'M REALLY IMPATIENT
WITH YOU, ANN.

FOR WEEKS,
MONTHS NOW,

I'VE EXPLAINED
TO YOU

THAT LAURA FAIRLIE
IS DEAD,

BURIED IN LIMMERIDGE

BEFORE THE WHOLE
COUNTY.

I'VE SHOWN YOU
THE NEWSPAPERS,

THE RECORDS,

THE DOCTOR'S REPORT.

I DO MY BEST
FOR YOU,

BUT WE CAN NEVER
TAKE YOU HOME.

YOU PERSIST IN THIS
SILLY DELUSION.

YOU ARE ANN CATHERICK.

YOU ARE ANN CATHERICK.

HEAR ONLY MY VOICE, ANN.

I GIVE YOU MY THOUGHTS,

ANN'S THOUGHTS.

THINK THROUGH MY MIND
TO ANN'S MIND.

YOU KNOW WHAT I KNOW,

WHAT ANN KNOWS.

ONLY WHAT ANN KNOWS.

I SEE YOU
JUST A LITTLE GIRL

DIGGING IN THE SANDS
OF AMALFI.

I WENT TO THE ENGLISH SCHOOL
AT FIRENZE...

WHEN I WAS 11.

MY MOTHER IS NOW
THE COUNTESS FOSCO, AND...

THERE, THERE.

NEVER MIND, ANNINA.

YOU MAY RUN ALONG NOW.

YOU.

COME HERE A MOMENT.

WAIT THERE.

Count Fosco:
THINK THROUGH MY
MIND TO ANN'S MIND.

THINK THROUGH MY
MIND TO ANN'S MIND.

YOU KNOW
WHAT I KNOW,

WHAT ANN KNOWS.

ONLY WHAT ANN KNOWS.

YOU KNOW
WHAT I KNOW,

WHAT ANN KNOWS.

ONLY WHAT ANN KNOWS.

ANN'S THOUGHTS.

IF IT PLEASES YOU,
DEAR MISS CATHERICK,

MAY WE GO BACK
TO YOUR ROOM NOW?

Man: GOOD DAY,
GENTLEMEN.

MY DEAR PERCIVAL,
ANY FURTHER QUESTIONS?

MY SERVICES
ARE EXPENSIVE.

I WANT YOU TO FEEL

YOU'VE HAD
YOUR MONEY'S WORTH.

ONE THING,
THEN, FOSCO.

IF I GIVE YOU
THE MONEY NOW,

HOW LONG MUST I
PUT UP WITH THIS
UNCERTAINTY?

I MEAN, HOW LONG
WOULD SHE LAST?

MUST YOU PUT IT
SO BLUNTLY?

HOWEVER, LET ME SEE.

SHE WILL RESIST
THE IDEA OCCASIONALLY

FOR ANOTHER MONTH.

THE LONGER, THE MORE
PHYSICAL DAMAGE, OF COURSE.

THEN SHE WILL GIVE IN,

ACCEPT HER NEW IDENTITY
AS A FACT.

OH, COME ON.
HOW LONG?

2 MONTHS--MENTAL COLLAPSE,
PHYSICAL DESTRUCTION.

THE HUMAN ORGANISM

2 MONTHS--MENTAL COLLAPSE,
PHYSICAL DESTRUCTION.

MOST UNFORTUNATE.

ARE YOU GOING
TO LIMMERIDGE?

YES. FOR THE LAST WEEKEND.

CHARMING PLACE.

I SHALL HATE TO LEAVE IT.

SIR PERCIVAL, WE ARRIVE
AT OUR FINAL TRANSACTION.

YOU LED ME
TO BELIEVE

THE ENTERPRISE WAS
MORE DEFINITELY
CONCLUDED.

HOWEVER,
THERE IT IS.

GOLD NOTES,

DEPOSIT RECORD
OF THE BALANCE

OF YOUR CREDIT IN
THE BANK IN PARIS.

I NEEDN'T COUNT IT.

YOU HAVEN'T
THE IMAGINATION

TO CHEAT ME, HAVE YOU?

YOU WOULD ONLY BROOD

ON HOW MUCH LESS EXPENSIVE
IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN

TO PUT A KNIFE
IN MY BACK.

YES.

I DID THINK OF IT.

THEN YOU REFLECTED,
DIDN'T YOU?

THOUGHT OF THAT JOLLY
OLD FELLOW FOSCO,

BECAUSE, AFTER ALL,

YOU JUST COULDN'T
DO WITHOUT ME.

CONSIDERING THAT
THE ENTERPRISE WAS NOT,

AS YOU SO ACCURATELY
PUT IT,

MORE DEFINITELY CONCLUDED.

ARRIVEDERCI.

SIR PERCIVAL?

WHAT IS IT?

MISS HALCOMBE
AND MR. HARTRIGHT

ARE HERE
IN NEWBURY, SIR.

THEY ARRIVED
EARLY THIS MORNING.

ARE YOU SURE?
QUITE SURE, SIR.

THEY'RE STAYING
AT A LITTLE HOUSE

AT THE TOP
OF THE VILLAGE.

YOU THINK THEY'RE
GOING TO TRY SOMETHING?

I DON'T KNOW, SIR.

COME SHOW ME
THE PLACE.

THIS WAY,
SIR PERCIVAL.

WALTER,
DON'T YOU THINK

WE OUGHT TO GO
TO THE POLICE?

NO. OUR FIRST MOVE
WOULD MEAN OUR LAST.

WE'LL THINK OF SOMETHING.

BUT IT'S JUST THAT
PERCIVAL'S HERE,

AND THEY MAY BE
TAKING HER AWAY.

I'M GONNA WATCH
OUTSIDE THE CEDARS TONIGHT.

IF THEY TRY
TO TAKE HER AWAY,
I'LL FOLLOW THEM.

OH, IF WE COULD ONLY
THINK--

[GASPS]

SIR PERCIVAL.

WALTER...

BE CAREFUL.

I'VE LOVED YOU
EVER SINCE THAT NIGHT

I LEFT LIMMERIDGE, MARIAN.

IF YOU'D ONLY KNOWN HOW
DIFFICULT IT WAS FOR ME

TO SEND YOU AWAY.

WALTER...

BE CAREFUL.

1, 2...

BUCKLE MY SHOE.

3, 4...

LOCK THE DOOR.

5, 6...

PICK UP STICKS.

[CHUCKLING]

I'M GOING TO LOCK THEM
IN NOW, KATE.

YOU CAN GO HOME.

GOOD NIGHT.

YOU OUGHT TO GO
TO SLEEP, YOUNG LADY.

1, 2...

BUCKLE MY SHOE.

5, 6...

"36"?

6...36.

STRANGE.

SIR?

COULD YOU HELP ME, SIR?
I WONDER IF--

AAH! AAH!

OH, NO, YOU DON'T,
HARTRIGHT.

YOU!
UHH!

SIR PERCIVAL!

LAURA.

MARIAN.

THAT'S FUNNY. I...

"DEAREST WALTER,

"I KNOW NOW
WHAT IT IS I MUST DO.

"AS LONG AS LAURA'S UNDER
THE INFLUENCE OF FOSCO,

"WE ARE POWERLESS
TO HELP HER.

"I'M GOING
TO LIMMERIDGE HOUSE.

"I SHALL MAKE
ONE LAST APPEAL TO HIM,

BUT, IF THAT FAILS, I..."

FOSCO.

COME. WE HAVE
NO TIME TO LOSE.

WE MUST GET THE POLICE.

YOUR PROPOSAL
DOESN'T SURPRISE ME.

LIKE A GOOD GENERAL,

YOU ADMIT DEFEAT
WHEN IT'S A FACT.

YOU'RE BOLD.
YOU'RE LOGICAL.

MY DEAR, YOU'RE
IMMENSELY TEMPTING.

PLEASE, COUNT FOSCO,

CAN YOU NOT SAY
YES OR NO?

LET ME SEE, THEN.

YOU SUGGEST I TAKE
MY ILL-GOT GAINS,

FLEE ENGLAND, ABANDON
MY PRECIOUS WIFE.

"PRECIOUS."

THE DAY YOU DO SO

WILL BE THE DAY
OF HER DELIVERANCE.

[CHUCKLING]

WELL, CONVENIENT, THEN.

IN EITHER CASE,
UTTERLY UNIMPORTANT.

AND THAT I LEAVE
A WRITTEN TESTAMENT--

I DISLIKE THE WORD
"CONFESSION"--

WHICH WILL FREE
LAURA FAIRLIE

FROM WHAT YOU CALL
A TORMENT,

RESTORE HER TO HER PROPER
IDENTITY AND POSITION.

AND ONE MORE THING.

AH, YES, ONE MORE THING.

I MUST LEAVE AT ONCE,
WITHIN THE HOUR.

HAVE I STATED IT
CORRECTLY?

YES.

GOOD.

AND IF I DO ALL THIS,
YOU WILL GO WITH ME.

YOU RANG FOR ME, SIR?

YES. PLEASE SEE TO IT
THAT MY BAGS ARE PACKED

FOR TRAVELING IMMEDIATELY.

YOU MAY ORDER THE COACH
AT ONCE.

VERY GOOD, SIR.

THIS MEANS
THAT YOU ACCEPT.

WITH YOU AND WEALTH
AND THE REST OF
THE BRIGHT WORLD,

ONE CAN WELL AFFORD
TO GIVE UP ENGLAND.

BEASTLY CLIMATE.

NOW, MY DEAR, YOU MAY REMOVE
THAT UNCOMFORTABLE

AND SCARCELY FLATTERING
PISTOL FROM YOUR DRESS.

WOULD YOU HAVE ACTUALLY
SHOT ME WITH IT?

YES, IF YOU'D REFUSED.

I COULDN'T STAND LAURA
SUFFERING ANY LONGER.

HOW MAGNIFICENT.

HOW FORTHRIGHT.

YOU NEVER LET ME DOWN,
DEAR MARIAN.

NOW TO WORK.

THIS WILL BE A MERE
RESUMÉ, OF COURSE.

LATER, I'LL WRITE
A TREATISE ON THE CRIME.

LET ME SEE.

I BEGIN AT THE PALAZZO

OF THE MARCHESA DI BAROCCHI
IN ROME,

AHUNT FOR HIGH-STAKE PLAY
AT THE TABLES.

I WAS GAMBLING A LITTLE,

OR THEY THOUGHT
I WAS GAMBLING.

SILLY OF THEM.

I NEVER GAMBLE,
DO I?

[CHUCKLING]

I MET SIR PERCIVAL
GLYDE THERE.

HE TOLD ME
AN INTERESTING STORY

ABOUT A BEAUTIFUL
YOUNG ENGLISH GIRL
HE HAD KNOWN,

A MEMBER OF ONE
OF THE OLDEST

AND WEALTHIEST
COUNTY FAMILIES.

WHAT A SCANDAL WHEN
THEY DISCOVERED

THIS CHARMING
YOUNG WOMAN

WAS GOING
TO HAVE A BABY--

"OUT OF WEDLOCK,"

AS THEY SAY IN THIS
LUGUBRIOUS COUNTRY.

HER YOUNGER BROTHER
FREDERICK,

A PLAYMATE
FROM CHILDHOOD,

STOOD BY HER IN
AN INEFFECTUAL WAY.

YES, FREDERICK FAIRLIE--
SO USEFUL TO ME.

BUT HER FATHER AND HER
ELDER BROTHER RICHARD,

BOTH ELEGANT,
ADMIRABLE GENTLEMEN,

PACKED HER OFF TO ITALY

AND CALMLY ANNOUNCED
SHE'D DIED THERE.

YOU'RE LYING.

THAT'S NOT TRUE.

OH, NO, I NEVER LIE.

HEH. UNLESS THERE'S
SOME POINT TO IT.

MAY I RESUME?

THE YOUNG LADY, HOWEVER,
PREFERRED NOT TO DIE.

QUITE THE CONTRARY.

SHE HAD HER BABY,
A LITTLE GIRL
CALLED ANN--

ANN CATHERICK,

SINCE THAT WAS THE NAME

HER MOTHER
FOUND CONVENIENT.

BY WHATEVER NAME,

THIS ANN WAS
THE BLOOD FIRST COUSIN

OF RICHARD FAIRLIE'S
DAUGHTER LAURA,

BORN THE NEXT YEAR.

AND AS THE FAMILY STRAIN
WAS STRONG,

WAS ENOUGH LIKE HER
TO BE A TWIN.

YOU FOLLOW ME, I SEE.

WHAT WOULD FREDERICK
FAIRLIE NOT PAY

TO KEEP THIS SCANDAL
BURIED?

YOU REALIZE THE SPLENDID
POSSIBILITIES?

AND SO DID I,

ESPECIALLY SINCE I HAD
A PERSONAL INTEREST
IN THE MATTER,

A FAMILY INTEREST
YOU MIGHT SAY.

YOU.

YES. IT WAS PERCIVAL
WHO FIRST TOLD ME

THAT ANN CATHERICK'S
MOTHER

AND FREDERICK FAIRLIE'S
BELOVED SISTER

WAS NONE OTHER
THAN MY ADORED WIFE.

SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL.

Fairlie: VERY BEAUTIFUL.

YES, MY DEAR, LOUIS,
SHE WAS VERY BEAUTIFUL.

UNFORTUNATELY,

YES, MY DEAR, LOUIS,
SHE WAS VERY BEAUTIFUL.

AND ALSO THAT SHE HAD
LESS RESISTANCE THAN BEAUTY.

VERY AWKWARD, OF COURSE.

PERSONALLY, I'M DISPOSED
TO REGARD SUCH ACCIDENTS

AS OF NO GREAT IMPORTANCE,

BUT YOU CAN IMAGINE
WHAT HAPPENED.

WHAT A TO-DO
IN THE FAMILY.

I THINK IT WAS
ABOUT THAT TIME

I DECIDED PEOPLE WERE NOT
WORTH BOTHERING WITH, LOUIS.

OUCH!

WICKED! WICKED, LOUIS!

ISN'T IT ENOUGH
THAT YOU NEGLECT ME
FROM MORNING TILL NIGHT

WITHOUT BURNING ME?

GO AND COVER THE PORTRAIT.

YOU DON'T DESERVE
TO LOOK AT HER
ANY LONGER.

SATISFACTORY?

NOT TO MENTION WHAT
IT'LL DO TO PERCIVAL.

[CHUCKLING]

ALESSANDRO FOSCO.

WHAT DO YOU INTEND TO DO
WITH THIS DOCUMENT?

IF I WERE YOU,

I WOULD POST IT
DIRECT TO THE POLICE

BEFORE WE LEAVE
THE COUNTRY.

I DON'T WISH
TO BE TEMPTED.

THANK YOU.
I SHALL DO THAT.

AND NOW BEGINS

THANK YOU.
I SHALL DO THAT.

AND IN MINE.

THIS LITTLE BAUBLE

IS AN EARNEST
OF THE LOVELINESS

OF WHICH
I SHALL CLOTHE YOU.

NO. I DON'T WANT IT.

IT BELONGS TO--

DID YOU REALLY THINK

I WOULD HAVE CHOSEN
EMERALDS FOR YOU?

I BOUGHT THE NECKLACE FOR
A FRACTION OF ITS WORTH

FROM AN OLD FRIEND
IN LONDON,

A CZECH FROM PRAGUE.

IT WAS JUST AFTER MY FIRST
VISIT TO LIMMERIDGE

WHEN I MET YOU.

SO YOU SEE, MY DEAR,
EVEN THAT--

A TRIFLE LIKE A JEWEL--
WAS PLANNED.

A PLAN LEAVING NO ROOM
FOR ACCIDENT...

ONLY FOR THE UNFOLDING

OF A BEAUTIFUL
INEVITABILITY.

THIS AND MUCH MORE
WILL I TEACH YOU,

EXQUISITE MARIAN.

YOU WILL LEARN THERE
IS NO HUMAN GIFT

OR WEAKNESS OR FOIBLE
SO INCONSEQUENTIAL

THAT IT CANNOT BE
TURNED TO GOOD USE...

LIKE THE TINIEST SPROCKET

IN A RARE
GENEVA CHRONOMETER...

LIKE THE MOST MINUTE DEVICE

IN THE INTRICATE DESIGN
OF A FABULOUS PERSIAN RUG--

LAURA.

CAN BE F-FITTED...

FITTED INTO THE FAULTLESS
PATTERN OF...

MASTER PLAN.

OH, MARIAN.

AND WALTER.

Walter: ALL THINGS PASS,

AND, FOR 7 YEARS NOW,
THIS MONSTROUS VILLAINY

HAS LAIN BURIED
IN THE EARTH.

COUNTESS FOSCO,
POOR SOUL,

STILL PLAYS WITH
HER LOVELY TOY.

SHE'S QUITE HAPPY
AND HARMLESS

IN THAT SAME SANITARIUM

WHICH LAURA'S GENEROSITY
AND ABUNDANT WEALTH

HAS LONG SINCE TRANSFORMED
INTO A PLEASANT HOME.

AND EACH AFTERNOON
OF THE ODD DAY,

SHE'S TAKEN
ACROSS THE STREET

FOR A VISIT WITH HER
DEAR BROTHER FREDERICK.

HERE, AT LAST,

FAIRLIE'S NO LONGER
BOTHERED BY PEOPLE.

LOUIS WILL BE
FANNING HIM OBEDIENTLY

WHILE ONE CAN ALMOST
HEAR HIS MASTER

COMPLAINING WHAT
A DREADFUL ORDEAL

THE GENTLE
HEAT OF SUMMER CAN BE

TO A MAN IN HIS CONDITION.

BEST OF ALL IS THE HAPPINESS
AT LIMMERIDGE HOUSE

AND THE JOY WITH WHICH
I RETURN TO IT

FROM ANY SMALL JOURNEY.

IT HAS LONG BEEN
OUR HOME NOW.

THE SMALL GIRL THERE
IS MARIAN'S AND MINE--

OUR DAUGHTER ANN.

THE BOY IS LAURA'S.

HIS NAME IS WALTER--
SIR WALTER GLYDE, NO LESS.

THEY WANT MY CRITICISM
OF THEIR DRAWINGS,

AND I MAKE
A SUGGESTION OR TWO.

BUT THERE'S NOT MUCH TIME,

FOR I HEAR
LAURA'S HAPPY LAUGHTER

AND THE MUSIC
OF MY MARIAN'S VOICE

INSIDE THE HOUSE,

AND I KNOW THEY'LL BE
COMING OUT TO GREET ME.

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