All language subtitles for The Alfred Hitchcock Hour S01E25 The Long Silence 1080p

- Good evening, ladies and
gentlemen,

and welcome to "The
Alfred Hitchcock Hour."

I've been asked to fill
in for my brother Alfred,

who has been delayed.

He's been giving some lessons
in masking one's identity.

Ah, here he comes now.

It's about time.

Now get out of that ridiculous
disguise, and get to work.

Granted, he has a certain
knack for impressions

and ingenious disguises,

but that was sheer
exhibitionism.

Brother Alfred is almost ready
now,

although there's hardly
any point in his appearing.

I'll now turn you over to
Alfred.

He's telling you that tonight's
story

will begin in a minute,

and that one of the characters

is a strange, indescribable
four-footed monster.

But first?

A word from our sponsor,
showoff.

- I felt that my duty was clear,

but I do hope I handled it
discreetly.

Believe me, Mrs. Manson,

we tried to spare you.

- You reached Dr. Babcock?

- I spoke to his nurse, Mr.
Manson.

The doctor will go directly to
the house.

He'll meet you there.

- I'm sure we can count on you,
Ogden,

to say nothing about this to
anyone.

Let's keep it within the
family, you understand?

- Oh yes, Mr. Manson, I
understand.

- Dr. Babcock, I'm so glad
you got here ahead of them.

- What's the trouble, Emma?

My nurse called me from
a very important meeting.

- It's Mrs. Manson, doctor.

She fainted.

Mr. Ogden telephoned from the
bank.

- Dr. Babcock.

- George, what's the
matter with your mother?

- She's all tuckered out, poor
dear thing.

She was awake the whole night.

- Well there was a little
trouble at the bank.

Mother went over to meet
with Ralph and Edgar Ogden.

- Oh, your mother's been
handling

trouble at the bank for
years, so I don't see--

- What really upset her

is they seem to think
my brother's run away.

- Robbie run away?

Poppycock!

- Here they are.

You poor dear.

How do ya feel?

- Thank you for coming
so promptly, Dr. Babcock.

- Her bed's already turned down.

- I'd like to have the little
lady

to myself for a while, if you
please.

Now what's this nonsense
about Robbie running away?

- You told the doctor.

- Oh, not actually, no.

Is it true, Ralph, Mother just
fainted?

- She spent nearly an hour
going over the evidence.

It was more than she could
stand.

- How much is missing?

- $200,000.

Your brother's loan
accounts have been juggled

for nearly two years.

- I mean Robbie's always
represented everything good to
me,

especially since Father died,

he's been...

Well that just seems so
incongruous.

What did he say yesterday
when you went to him with it?

He surely denied it.

- Oh he didn't say a thing.

I had Ogden do most of the
talking

because he was the one

who found out there was
something wrong.

Ogden was climbing the walls

because being chief loan
officer,

Robbie had his hand in so many
records.

- You mean he said nothing,
he just disappeared?

- Took most of his
books, and just vanished.

- You think he just planned
it that way, to cut and run?

- Don't you?

- No.

I've just been through his
studio upstairs, Ralph,

and there are things up there

I know he'd have taken with him

if he'd planned to disappear.

That cigarette case, and
some things Father left him.

Things Robbie loved very much.

- George, if you and Robbie
were my own real sons,

or my kid brothers, or
something,

you'd know without any
explanation

that I'm as hurt and confused as
you are.

Maybe he'll come back.

Let's hope he does.

- Come in.

- Here we are.

Made a nice cup of cocoa
for you, Mrs. Manson.

Nourishment is what you need
right now.

Nourishment and a good, long
sleep.

Everything looks rosier after
we've had our proper rest,

as almost any doctor will agree.

- True, Emma, true.

And we also sometimes prescribe
fresh air.

Now I'll thank you to open
one of those balcony doors.

- Righto.

- And you take one of those
capsules with your cocoa,

and you just lie there and
sleep.

- I'll see that she does,
doctor.

I'll read to her, she likes
that.

Don't ya?

- [Babcock] Come in.

- How is she, doctor?

- Well, she's nervously
and emotionally exhausted.

Just leave her alone.

What she needs now is rest.

I have one more call to make,
and then I'm going home.

I can be here in five minutes

if you need me later this
evening.

Emma?

Show me to the door.

- Yes, doctor.

I'll be back in a minute
to read to you, dear.

- Right Mother, now you relax
and rest,

and I'm gonna try and find
Robbie.

I'll scour the park for tonight,

and I'll try New York
tomorrow if I have to.

And I'm gonna ask Fred Pross
for a little quiet help.

- Fred Pross?

Oh no, not the police.

George, please.

- Mother, Fred's not the
police, he's a friend.

- George darling, understand me.

I want this kept completely
quiet.

The bank is all taken care of,

and as soon as Ogden
knows the exact amount,

he'll restore the money
from my personal funds.

Not to buy immunity for Robbie,

but I want him home and safe,

so we can find out why this
happened and face it rationally.

If this becomes a public
disgrace,

we'll never see him again.

- All right, Mother.

I'll try it on my own, but just
for now.

- Let's organize it together,
George.

I'll cover half the town,
you cover the other half.

- Don't you wanna stay with
Mother?

- Yes of course, but finding
Robbie--

- Ralph, let me try it
on my own just for now.

I'll ask a lot of questions,

and I won't attract any
attention.

- Darling, get a book and read
to me.

- Oh wasn't Emma going to do
that?

- Emma tries to sound like the
Barrymores,

and I'd rather have you read to
me.

George is right, stay with me.

- Yes of course, dear.

- I'll see you later.

- Could Robbie do this?

Could he really steal
from our own bank, why?

Why did he need that money?

Darling, what are you doing?

- I'm just getting a few things
together.

I'm going to spend the night
in the room across the hall.

Now don't object, darling.

I'm reluctant to leave,

but courageously obeying
Dr. Babcock's orders.

You need undisturbed rest.

Now I'll come back later and
read to you.

- Ralph?

- Robbie.

- Where's Mother, is she all
right?

- Yes Robbie, she's just
sleeping.

Where have you been, Robbie?

- Yes, I knew you'd be
wondering.

Wondering when I'd come home
to point the finger at you.

- At me?

- I have the proof, Ralph.

It's all in here.

- Have you been to the police?

- I haven't had time.

I wasn't sure who was
guilty, so I've been careful.

I've been to New York, though.

Couple of handwriting experts,

South American brokers who
know you as Mr. Parnell.

- Did you tell them
that I stole the money?

- I'm not interested in hurting
you.

I just want to straighten
this out for Mother's sake.

- Robbie, I wanted to
talk to you yesterday.

I came back to your
office, but you'd gone.

I never intended that
anyone should suffer.

I just wanted to show your
mother

that I could succeed on my own
ingenuity.

I needed some capital.

I'd have put back every cent I
took.

- But you've been paid 30,000 a
year.

- I needed some initiative!

- I'd like to believe you,
Ralph,

but there's a lot that isn't
explained.

For example, the suitcase
you were carrying.

- I was frantic, I was--

- I know, watching every moment
for a chance to get away.

This was plan B, wasn't it
Ralph?

But Ogden threw you off by
coming to you

instead of going to Mother,

and I threw you off by
failing to shout my denials

and stir up a hornet's nest.

You planned on getting lost on
the fringes

and escaping in the confusion.

Instead, you're stuck in the
middle.

But frantic?

I don't think so, Ralph.

If I hadn't opened that door,

you'd be on your way to an
airport, free and clear.

- That's very dramatic, very.

- Isn't this why you married
Mother?

Didn't you calmly intend four
years ago

to steal everything you
could, and then run out?

- Are you suggesting I'm
a swindler, or a gigolo?

- All right, if I'm
wrong, you can prove it.

Come upstairs with me.

- To Nora?

- Exactly, she's in love with
you.

- No Robbie, Robbie wait,
she'll throw me out!

- Not if you're frank.

Tell her you love her and you're
sorry.

- Robbie, she'll despise
me for hurting you.

She can't sympathize,
she'll send me to prison!

- I don't think you ever loved
her, Ralph.

- Keep your voice down!

- Mother deserves a--

- Robbie, shut up and listen!

- This is ridiculous.
- Robbie!

- This is ridiculous.

- Robbie, give me a chance to
get away.

Just an hour, two hours.

She can divorce me Robbie,
I'll never come back.

The money means nothing to her,
Robbie.

I can't stand being
around here any longer.

Rob.

Robbie?

Robbie?

- Robbie?

Robbie.

Robbie?

Robbie!

- Nora.

- Cut him down!

- Don't, he's dead, don't
you understand he's dead?

He's dead!

Don't you understand me?

- Typing, I know--

- Nora will you control
yourself?

Don't you understand Nora?

Nora!

- To mother and--

- Nora, it was an accident.

- You!

Typing!

I heard you typing!
- No, Nora.

- This was you, you killed him!

I know I heard you typing!

- Mother.

Mother!

What happened, what happened?

- George, I...

- Oh Robbie.

Robbie!

- What happened?

Oh mercy, mercy.

Oh my poor dear.

- Mother, Mother!
- She's dead.

She's dead!
- Quiet!

Go call Dr. Babcock and get a
blanket.

What happened?

- She saw Robbie, she fainted.

I couldn't--
- Mother.

She's alive, but she's badly
hurt.

She's alive.

She's alive, she's alive!

- All right.

- Gentlemen, you can come in
now.

- Gentlemen, this is Miss Jean
Dekker.

She will be Mrs. Manson's
daytime nurse.

- How do you do?

- Miss Dekker.

- If you'll excuse me.

- I made arrangements for you to
sleep

in this adjoining room,

but I don't want you underfoot
in here.

There's a great deal to be done
if we're going to save Nora.

- Is she going to live, doctor?

- She's living now.

That may mean everything,
or it may mean nothing.

The neurologist found no
evidence
of intercranial pressure.

Her heart is strong, and there
seems to be

average brain activity as such.

- But she doesn't move, she
doesn't even seem to breathe.

- Well, she is breathing.

Her involuntary processes
are working, thank god.

But she's completely
paralyzed, responds to nothing.

- How long can it last?

- There's no way of telling.

This may be brain damage due to
the fall,

or it may be emotional shock,
hysteria,

or it may be a combination of
the two.

- But if her brain is active?

- You notice I refer to
the brain, not the mind.

I don't have time to
expose the particulars,

but I'm afraid you must prepare
yourself

for the possibility that Nora

may never think normally again.

And even if she lives, she
may never be able to speak.

- Nora?

Nora, can you hear me?

Nora, I'm right beside you.

Nora, I'm going to bed now.

Darling, can you hear me?

I'll be in the very next room.

Do you understand?

I'll be near you, Nora.

I'll been near you all the
while.

- I'm going off duty now, Mr.
Manson.

I ordered you some supper.

It's on its way up.

- It's too late for supper, Miss
Dekker.

I think I'll take a nap.

- But you didn't touch your
supper last night either.

- Does the night nurse clearly
understand

about notifying the
moment there's any change,

any change at all?

- Yes, but I'll remind her.

- I think if Mrs. Manson ever
becomes aware of anything,

it should be that there's
someone beside her who loves
her.

- It'll mean everything to her.

- To me too, Miss Dekker.

She's all I have.

- I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I am afraid.

- When I was a little
girl, whenever I'd get sick

my mother used to sit on
my bed, and brush my hair.

- Beautiful
girl, Jean.

Beautiful girl.

- I think you like it, don't
you?

Are you trying to tell me?

- What's wrong
with me?

Why am I here?

What's wrong?

- We know she can swallow now,

so Miss Dekker's gonna
try feeding her orally.

Give the stomach something to
do.

- I have absolute
confidence in Miss Dekker.

In fact, I wouldn't even
consider moving home

if she weren't on the job.

- Good, we'll keep her on the
case.

- Wonderful husband.

He's been here all week, you
know that?

- I, I'm afraid
of Ralph.

- Hey, your eyes!

- Everything all right?

- Yes, fine.

I even think she's gaining just
a little.

- Be absolutely certain you
call me at home or at the bank

the moment there's a definite
sign.

- No.

- I want to be the first to
know.

- I promise, you'll be
the first.

- No, that's
wrong.

There's something wrong with
Ralph.

Something wrong, something
wrong.

- No George, I'd have
kept her in the hospital

six years if she needed it,

but she showed no sign of
improvement in six weeks.

And I think she may improve
here.

- If she knows she's at home,

and if her memory's a factor,

and if being moved hasn't
already weakened her

and set her back.

- All right, maybe young
bookkeeper's never gamble,

but old witch doctors sometimes
have to.

However, if you want me
removed from the case,

just discuss the matter
with your stepfather.

- I'm sorry, sir.

I just can't help feeling
insecure

with only that Dekker girl to
depend on.

- Ralph has been urging this
change for almost a month.

He has confidence in Miss
Dekker, and so have I.

- Oh.

Will you show me which
closet you want me to use?

- Yes, it's the one
that's always been mine.

I'm taking my things across the
hall

to Robbie's room tonight.

- Thank you.

- Robbie.

I never see Robbie.

Where is Robbie?

- All right, Robbie
embezzled our own bank,

and then he killed himself.

That's what the block is.

She's withdrawing from
specifically that reality.

- Correct, presumably.

- I'm perfectly healthy,

and I've got trouble
with that reality myself.

What happens if being at home

brings it all back to
her suddenly, in a rush?

Will she revive, or will it
finish her?

- That I do not know.

- May I help you?

- No I can manage, thank you
Miss Dekker.

Nora, can you hear me?

- Ralph,
why haven't I seen Robbie?

- Do you know where you are,
Nora?

You're in your own room, your
own bed.

- My
son Robbie, where is he?

- You're safely home, darling.

- Oh, why can't
I move?

Ralph, tell me about Robbie.

Robbie?

Tell me, where's Robbie?

- Are you sure that's warm
enough?

- Yes it's fine.

She's gonna be in the morning
sun, Emma.

It'll do nicely, thank you.

- Mother, I don't wanna
tell that nurse of yours

to her face, but last week
when they brought you home

I was about to have her fired
as a potential incompetent.

She's got you taking sun baths,

and I dunno how she does it,

but by golly you do look better.

- Well she's physically
fine, thank goodness.

She must have been very
athletic.

She has such a beautiful body.

It's so strong and healthy.

- Well, she's normally
youthful and active.

- Discussing
the use of our own exhibit.

- Well I'm gonna be at the bank.

I'll see you this evening.

- Yes, the
bank.

George has all the real estate,

Robbie the bank.

And then there was,

something happened.

Did Robbie go away?

Is that why I never see him?

He's gone away.

What makes me fear Ralph?

He's my husband.

But he watches me.

Watches me.

Who's typing?

Who's typing?

Who's typing?

I hear him.

I hear him.

I hear him, it's Robbie.

He's upstairs!

Robbie, Robbie?

You killed him.

You killed him!

Robbie!

Robbie!

Robbie!

- We shall continue with
my brother Alfred's hour

after this brief trip to the
interior of darkest America.

He's absolutely correct.

We have another one after which
we continue with our story.

- Now perhaps you'll explain to
me

why you defied my express
instructions to call me first.

I reminded you when I left
this house not an hour ago.

- But, but Emma shouldn't
have called you at all!

I only asked her to check with
the doctor.

This was nothing, it was simply
a spasm.

- What was that all about?

- Oh it was just a bawling out,
Mr. Cory.

Mr. Manson wanted to be first.

- Seen Ralph four years.

I've never seen him ruffle
his feathers before.

- Oh it's, it's just that he's
been so nice to me, and...

- Well, don't let it ruin your
friendship.

He's on edge.

Guess we all are.

What actually happened to
Mother?

- It was, it was just a
convulsion.

Some sort of a spasm.

- Not that I blame Emma
for getting excited,

but this was simply not that
significant.

Actual movement, controlled
movement

is something entirely different.

- Then you're sure she hasn't
begun

to recover her capacities, her
memory?

- We can't be sure of anything,
Ralph.

- Don't let him
know.

- Not sure she can't hear me?

- Be gentle, just in
case.

- Gentle?

Oh dear heaven, be gentle.

- Nora?

Will you try to let me
know if you can hear me?

- Oh
please don't let him know.

Keep me still.

Don't let me even tremble.

Keep me absolutely still.

- I'm going back to the bank.

- All right, I'll meet
you downstairs, George.

- No, don't
leave me alone with him.

George!

Oh, someone, come back!

- Well yes, if she hasn't been
resting

I'll send over some
powders to help her sleep,

but what makes you think
she's been wakeful?

- Well doctor, she's becoming
active.

She's mentally alert.

- You've been reading her eyes
again?

- Well, I can communicate with
her, sir.

This is my seventh week on the
case,

and I know my patient.

- All right, my girl.

It may be dangerous to tell you
this,

but it's certainly dangerous not
to.

I think she did experience
partial recall this morning.

I haven't told her husband,

and if you tell him, you're off
the case.

- But shouldn't he be the first
to know?

- His nerves are mangled.

I don't want him tortured
with false hopes,

and if she is commencing to
revive,

if she is aware, it would
just take one small push

of anxiety, or urgency,

or excitement from him, or
anyone else

to throw her back beyond reach,

beyond the chance of
recovery or even survival.

- All right, sir.

But what about Emma?

Emma knows her so well.

- Caution Emma.

Don't tell her why, but caution
her.

- Yes sir.

- Is it moving?

Is my hand moving?

- Love of living you had.

How gay you were.

You still are, aren't you?

You want to live.

- Robbie wanted
to live.

You killed him.

- You had a special kind
of gladness in your eyes,

did you know that darling?

- And you want my hand to
tremble,

or my eyes to tell you what I
remember?

And if they,

I know you will kill me too.

- All my happiness lies
there with you, Nora.

- Oh, let me be
still.

Let me be perfectly still.

- Come in, Emma.

It's time for the sleeping
powder, Mr. Manson.

Come in, Emma.

- My instructions are to
stay away from Mrs. Manson.

I brought the cocoa, goodnight.

- Stay away?

- Exactly.

- Who instructed Emma to stay
away?

- I did.

- No, no!

- Her presence
is disturbing to my wife.

She's too emotional.

- Too loyal.

Too loyal to me.

- As a matter of fact,

I should've blamed Emma this
morning, instead of you.

It was very unjust of me.

I do apologize.

- I'm really on your side, you
know.

- I can handle the feeding.

Why don't you let me give her
the cocoa.

You take a rest.

I'll sit with her 'til she's
asleep.

- In heaven's
name Jean, tell him no.

Don't leave us here alone.

- Maybe tomorrow night.

I want to see how the
sleeping powder affects her.

- All right then, tomorrow
night.

As a matter of fact, I think
young George would be delighted

to ask you to dinner.

I'll mention it to him.

- I think your husband's
matchmaking, Mrs. Manson.

- He's
trying to get me alone.

- Maybe he's just angling

for a little time alone with
you.

- Couldn't you
hear him?

He was warning me.

- Well, it might be a good idea.

We'll have to see what Dr.
Babcock says.

I'd like an evening out.

- Oh,
what am I going to do?

What if I can move?

What if I can't hide it?

- Well, shall we try the cocoa
now?

It's gonna help you sleep.

- No,
not yet, let me think.

I've got to warn someone
before Ralph finds out.

- Is something wrong?

Is it the cocoa?

- Oh if
I could dare to show you.

- Don't be afraid.

It'll help you sleep.

Just trust me.

I know you trust me.

- But
you trust Ralph, Jean.

Don't you see?

You mustn't leave me alone with
him!

- What is it, dear?

Why Mrs. Manson, you're crying.

- I can.

Whenever I want to, I can.

I could, I could show
George and Dr. Babcock,

but I never see them alone,

and I'd have to make
them understand at once

what Ralph has done, at once.

But how, how?

How?

- Come in.

- Well, well.

- Goodness, if you're all that
surprised

I don't think I'm very
flattered.

- Be whatever you wanna be, I'm
delighted.

- Mr. Manson?

The doctor's going to call
in about a half an hour,

and Emma will bring up
the cocoa about nine.

If you'll just stir in
one sleeping powder,

I'm sure you can manage the
rest.

- We'll be at the movies after
dinner,

and we'll probably be
home around midnight.

- If that's all right with you,
sir.

It makes it a pretty long
evening.

- That's more than all
right, I'll enjoy it.

Just relax and have a good time.

- Thank you.

- Night, Mother.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Well darling, our first
evening alone together.

- If Robbie really loved to
paint,

and if he was good at it, why
didn't he just quit the bank?

- Partly because of Father's
will,

and mostly because he felt
responsible.

- He just doesn't sound like the
type

who would do a thing like that.

- I can't imagine Robbie
going to all that forgery

and petty trouble for $200,000.

- Where I come from, that's
an awful lot of money, George.

- Not to Robbie.

In a year and a half, he'd
have earned his inheritance.

Almost a million in cash.

- What did he do with the money?

- Nobody knows.

Fred, you met Fred Pross,
the police captain?

He's been quietly trying to
help me find it, but nothing.

- Do you think someone else?

- Now you're getting into an
ugly area.

- But, he left the suicide note.

Now wasn't that a confession?

- But it didn't mention
the money, exactly.

- I find myself wondering
who else had the opportunity?

- It seems to be Ralph and
Ogden.

That's a tough one.

But here's a tougher one, if
Robbie didn't steal the money,

what was he confessing to
and why did he kill himself?

- Thank you, Emma.

That's all for tonight.

I think we'll try three
powders tonight, Nora.

See what effect three powders
have.

- Oh no.

No, no, no!

- Drink, Nora.

- No, no!

- You don't want it, do you?

You heard me, didn't you?

You heard me say three powders.

- Dear
heaven, let me scream.

- You remember, don't you?

- Let me
scream!

Let me scream!

- Nora, this was not my fault.

Can you understand that?

I asked you for money, and you
refused me.

You forced me to steal it.

- Help me.

Someone help me!

- I never loved you, but I was
good to you, and attentive.

- He's going to
kill me.

- You owed me something for
the time I gave you, Nora.

I would've settled for the
200,000.

I was on my way out when Robbie
came home.

What happened then put
everything in a new light.

- He's going to
kill me!

- I didn't want to kill Robbie,

but you know I did.

And if you recover, you'll
accuse me.

I'll never be free of it.

But if you die, I'll be safe.

The doctors think the
shock might kill you.

Fear perhaps, fear of death.

Fear of smothering.

Even helpless people have
been known to smother, Nora.

Helpless people, even little
children.

I don't want you to suffer.

I don't think you will suffer.

- Please,
dear god, let me scream!

- Get away please.

- It was another attack, I
didn't know--

- What happened, what caused it?

- I don't know, I tried
to give her the cocoa

and all of a sudden--

- Jean, what's the matter?

- It's another spasm.

Just leave me alone with her.

- Call Dr. Babcock?

- No, not yet, just
leave me alone with her

and let me comfort her.

- Well I--

- No, please, just leave!

- I'm sure glad we changed
our minds about the movie.

Jean couldn't relax.

She just didn't feel it was
right

leaving you so long with Mother.

- Oh
Jean, Jean, thank you.

- Oh I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

But what happened, what
could've happened to you?

- Jean, my
hand.

- Was it the cocoa?

You didn't want it last
night either, did you?

What is it about the cocoa?

- My hand,
Jean.

My hand.

- You're trying to tell
me, I know you are.

Your pulse is still racing.

- Look at my
hand.

- You're moving it.

Are you doing that?

- Yes, yes yes.

- Jean?

Is she all right?

- Don't
tell him, don't tell him.

- I think so, Mr. Manson.

- You want the doctor?

- No, but I do want her to
have her sleeping powder.

Would you please go down

and ask Emma for a cup of warm
milk?

- Sure, come on Ralph.

- I'd rather
stay close by, you go.

- Make him
leave.

Jean, please.

- All right, Mr. Manson.

Would you please sit quietly
over there?

- Jean,
Jean don't let him stay.

He's watching me.

He'll kill me.

- She's quiet now, and
exhausted.

It would be a great deal easier

to feed her without an audience.

- Come on, let's go Ralph.

- Please, I'll give her her milk

and she'll be sound
asleep in five minutes.

- You can do with a drink, I
know I can.

Let's go downstairs.

- Well George, you go and have
your drink.

I think I'll go to my room.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Jean, if anything, the
smallest thing happens,

you'll call me at once?

- I will, goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Are we alone?

- Oh I hope I didn't
imagine this.

Can you really move your hand?

- Oh
Jean, oh Jean, Jean, yes.

I thought you didn't know.

- Can you control it?

- Yes Jean,
yes.

- Make a signal to me.

No, no, no, no.

Just move it once.

And now twice?

Very good.

Once for yes, and twice for no.

- Oh I thank
you.

- What brought this on?

Was it the cocoa?

No.

Was Emma in here?

No.

Mrs. Manson, did your
husband say something?

- Yes, yes,
yes!

- No, no, no, no, you're
just flopping it now.

You have to concentrate.

Did your husband say something?

Mrs. Manson, are you afraid of
him?

I'm gonna go and see
George now, Mrs. Manson.

I'll be right back.

- No Jean,
wait.

Wait with me, don't leave, don't
leave me!

- You mean she can speak,
she can actually speak?

- No, she can't make sounds,

but she can move,

and she's afraid of Mr. Manson.

I'm afraid to think what it
means,

but now I know she's always
been afraid of him, George.

- All right, I'll call Fred
Pross

and I'll have him come over
quietly.

We don't have any evidence, but,

go on upstairs, and if
there's any trouble up there

you scream your lungs out.

- All right.

- Nora, what are you hiding from
me?

Tell me before she comes back,

give me a chance to protect
myself.

- Jean, George,
help me!

- Nora, speak to me!

I know you told them something!

- Stop him!

- Nora, speak to me.

Speak to me before I hurt you,
Nora!

Speak!

- What are you doing?

- I just came in to see how she
was.

- I don't believe you, look at
her.

- It was another attack.

- No, get away from her.

- I was just trying--

- You're lying.

You were hurting her.

- Will you be still?
- No.

- Will you be still?

Don't you understand?

Don't do this to me, don't do
this to me!

- Jean, Jean.

- Yes, yes I'm here,
everything's all right.

It's all right now.

- George.

- It's all right.

- Mother?

You have the most beautiful
voice.

I wanted to appear as myself

in order to say goodnight.