All language subtitles for Rage In Heaven

Wait for me here.
- Yes, Monsieur.

I am the British Consul.
Dr Rameau is expecting me.

Certainement, Monsieur Le Consul.

Entrez, s'il vous pla�t.

Bonsoir, Monsieur Le Consul.

Very kind of you to come here.

Put it over the chair.

Please step inside.
- Thank you.

Do you always lock your doors here?

A very necessary
precaution unfortunately.

Sit down.
- Thank you.

Surprised I asked you to come
here, Monsieur Le Consul?

You know.

My job leads me into some odd places.

But I admit.

This is the first visit I've ever made
to an institution of this kind.

You should visit us more often.
Very instructive.

But now, about this patient of yours.

You want me to identify
him, I understand?

Yes.

We have every reason
to believe he is English.

What exactly is the matter with him?

He had tried to commit suicide.

But when we asked him why he
wished to destroy himself ..

He merely laughed and said ..

'I want you to know what
people would say about me'.

'After I am dead'.

When did this happen?

It was at the time of
the last full moon.

Nervous cases are apt to be
influenced by the moon.

Hello? Bring up the patient in Room 12.

To you, as a layman.

He will appear to be ..

A normal.

Charming, highly intelligent young man.

But if you watch him closely.

You'll notice a certain
curious lack of emotion.

A certain tonelessness in his speech.

To the expert, these
indications confirm ..

That he suffers from
what we call 'paranoia'.

But surely there is some cure?

Very rarely.

In this case, I'm afraid not.

Outwardly, he might remain calm and
apparently sane for long periods.

But if anything happens to
upset him emotionally.

Love. Jealousy.

Or any kind of opposition.

He may become very dangerous indeed.

Capable of anything. Even murder.

[ Door knocks ]

Entrez.

Mr Andrews is outside,
Monsieur Le Directeur.

Andrews. Andrews?
A very common name in our country.

I'm afraid it will be
difficult to identify him.

The name is all he will tell us.

Sometimes he talks vaguely
about the death of his father.

It seems to obsess him.

But about his family or
friends, not one word.

We are hoping you can arrange for him to
be sent to some institution in England.

I suppose we'd better see him.

Fetch him in.

Pas ici, il a disparu.

Quoi?

But that's impossible.

Hey.

He must be hiding somewhere ..
- Monsieur Le Directeur.

Did you see the patient leave this room?

Speak up. What are you staring at?
- Monsieur Le Consul is still here?

But I unlocked the door
for him a moment ago.

He went out to take a taxi.

He's taken my hat and coat.

Call the police.

He certainly is a clever fellow.

What did you say his name was?
- His name was ..

What was his name, Dr Boudin?
- Andrews. Ward Andrews.

That's right. Ward Andrews.

Paging Mr Andrews.

Mr Ward Andrews.

Paging Mr Andrews.

Ward Andrews.

Paging Mr Andrews.

Ward Andrews.

Paging Mr Andrews.

Mr Ward Andrews.

Paging Mr Andrews.
- Here, boy.

Mr Ward Andrews?

Yes, that's me.
- Here you are, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Is she blond or brunette?

Philip.

What on earth are you doing in London?
I thought you were in wildest Africa.

The last time I heard of you, you
were designing turbines in Scotland.

When I heard them call your name
I couldn't have been more surprised.

The boss sent for me to return now.
I've been holidaying in France.

You have?
I just got back from Paris myself.

Mother called her little boy home.

Look, Philip. I still have 48 hours.
Can't we spend them together somewhere?

To be sure we can.
Come back to Chassingford with me now.

Chassingford?
- You don't know how I missed you.

It's going to be just like old times.

The place looks exactly the same.

Yes, yes. Mother hates anything new.

New furniture. New carpets.

New faces.

Who's this?

I never saw her before in my life.

How do you do.

My name is Stella Bergen.

I am Mrs Monrell's secretary
and companion.

Mrs Monrell asked me to welcome her son.

But ..

You don't know which is which?

No.

I'm afraid you'll just have to guess.

Very well.

Which of you suggested
taking the morning train?

I did.

Then you are Philip Monrell.
- Why do you say that?

Mrs Monrell told me Mr Philip
never gets up before one o'clock.

That's a fine sort of mother.

Blackening her son's
reputation in advance.

What she doesn't know is I sleep
better on trains than anywhere else.

That's one thing I
learned in my travels.

Then you are ..
- Right.

Are you disappointed?
- Not at all. Welcome home, Mr Monrell.

Philip is the name.

Yes. I beg your pardon.

I present the best engineer in England.
Mr Ward Andrews.

The man who made it possible for me to
stand four boring years at Cambridge.

He's so brilliant he got
me through the exams.

How do you do.

Thanks for introducing me, old man.
- Not at all.

You like him?

Give her a chance.
She's only known me a few minutes.

You're too modest, Ward.

A single heartbeat would have
been sufficient wouldn't it, Stella?

I see you're both crazy.

And very conceited.
Your mother is upstairs.

She'll be ready in a moment.
If you wait here I'll call you.

Clark.

How long has Miss Bergen been here?

Mrs Monrell arranged for her to come
over 3 months ago from the continent.

Her parents were killed.

It's a very sad story. She is a refugee.

Philip.

You can come up now.

Come along, Ward.

If you want me I'm in the sitting-room.
- No, no, no.

You stay here. Hide that
medicine bottle quick.

Hello.

Hello, darling.

Philip. Prodigal son.

What are you doing up here?
Have you been ill?

Of course not. I overslept.

You got my letter from St Tropez?
- Yes. I don't believe a word of it.

Studying painting indeed.
Paint must be very expensive in France.

At any rate, I rented the
largest studio in the place.

Philip, you and I have to
have a long and serious talk.

Yes. Yes, I know. The Steelworks.

I knew I'd have to face that this time.

So I brought a friend along
to bolster up my courage.

Your beloved Ward Andrews I suppose?
- I bumped into him in London.

Aren't you pleased?

Of course.

But Stella and I hoped to have you
all to ourselves. Weren't we, Stella?

It's no good appealing to Stella.
She's on his side already.

Ward.

You can come in now. The battle
is over or at least postponed.

I hope you won't mind my
intruding, Mrs Monrell.

Not at all, Ward.

You're now a stranger.

I asked him to stay tonight.
He needs a breath of country air.

We shall be delighted of course.
Show him to his old room.

We'll all meet at lunch.

Thank you, Mrs Monrell.

Stella.

How do you like him?

I like him very much.

I think he's very charming.

Very amusing.

Hey, don't you want to stop?

Alright.

I had a hard job keeping up with you.

I'm sorry. I forgot.

You mean you forgot I was there at all?

Not only you. Everything and everybody.

When you gallop like that.

You seem to leave all
your troubles behind.

There's no troubles today.

You cannot really escape from them.

You had a bad time before you
came to England, didn't you?

I promised Mrs Monrell I'd forget it.

She's been wonderful to me.
Just like my own mother.

Then you're happy here?

I would be most ungrateful if I wasn't.

Everybody is so kind.

That's not very difficult, you know.

Philip says you've to be
in Scotland tomorrow.

He's very sad you're leaving.
You are his hero.

He only admires me because
we're so different.

You see, we have known each
other ever since we were boys.

This place has been a
sort-of second home to me.

Now you are here, it's perfect.

Perhaps I shan't stay here much longer.

Why not?

I can't live on Mrs Monrell's
charity indefinitely.

My life is ..

Is like this clearing.

Nice and peaceful.

Paths leading in all directions.

Only I don't know which one to take.

Stella.

I would like to help you
find the right tone.

Doesn't it make you thirsty
just to look at it?

Hey, that's not the way to drink.

You're spilling it.
Hold your hands like this.

Like this?
- No.

Like this. Overlap them. That's right.

Most of it went down my sweater.

How quiet it is.

Yes. Isn't it.

I think we had better be going.

But Stella ..
- We must go, Ward.

Do we really have to?
- I can't monopolise you.

After all, you are Philip's guest.

He is probably still asleep.
- Then it's high time he woke up.

Don't fidget, mother.
They'll be back soon.

They ought to be back now.
It's lunchtime.

You're so unromantic, mother.

If I were alone in a wood with a
charming prot�g�e such as yours ..

I could starve to death and not notice.
- Then why aren't you?

There were too many hedges in between.

I didn't ask you.
How do you like Stella?

Why didn't you write me about her?

Didn't I? I must have forgotten.

Come now, mother.
You never forget anything.

She's a very remarkable
girl, don't you think?

Ward seems to share your opinion.

Under the circumstances wasn't it rather
silly asking him down here at all?

What difference does it make?

The world is full of Wards. She was
bound to meet one sooner or later.

When you talk like that
I could box your ears.

You know you are much
more attractive than Ward.

Thank you, mother darling.
But that's not the point.

Shall I tell you a secret?

In order to love someone you must
be a little bit afraid of them.

People are afraid of Ward.

Nobody is afraid of me.

I'm sorry. Are we late for lunch?

Not at all. You had a nice time?
- It was wonderful.

Look .. look what Ward found.

The poor little thing.
It was lost in the woods.

Ward gave it to me as a present.
- He's pretty isn't he.

We can keep it, can't we?
- Of course, dear.

You know, I have a wonderful plan.
There's a full moon tonight.

You should take Stella down to the old
watermill and let her see the fish jump.

It's a most romantic spot.

There's nothing I'd like more but ..

I'm afraid I'll have to
leave this afternoon.

Come now. What's a day more
or less in an engineer's life?

You shouldn't try to lure
Ward away from his duties.

Don't you agree with me, Stella?

Yes, Mrs Monrell.

It was a wonderful day for me.
- For us too. Hasn't it, Stella.

Yes. Goodbye, Ward.
- Goodbye, Stella.

Goodbye, Philip.
- Goodbye, Ward.

Isn't he a wonderful fellow?
- He is, he is.

That's the first time in my life I
haven't been sorry to see him leave.

Is it? Why?

Now I can have you all to myself.

Is that so important?
- It is to me.

I must say, I would
never have guessed it.

What do you mean?

Ever since you arrived you've
done your best to get rid of me.

By sending me off with Ward.

I just wanted to keep you amused.

Now he's gone I'll take
on the job myself.

How are you going to amuse me?

I have drawn up an entire program.

At nine in the morning I'll go out in
the garden and pick you some flowers.

Wet with the morning dew.

I didn't know you walked in your sleep.

We'll postpone it until eleven.

Flowers are more beautiful then anyway.

The sun will have opened them up.

Can I get anything for you, Mrs Monrell?

No, don't pay attention to me.
I love to hear you play.

When you have a moment
I must talk to you.

Excuse me. I forgot the laundry list.

I'll be back in a moment.
- She thinks of everything, doesn't she.

I don't know how I got along
with her all these years.

You always wanted a
daughter didn't you, mother.

Only don't expect me to have
brotherly feelings towards her.

Philip, there's something I must tell
you. Something you won't like.

You know, I've not been well lately.

Mother, yesterday ..
- I know, darling.

I didn't want to spoil your homecoming.

Dr McTernan advises me to
go abroad for a year or two.

So serious?

No, it's just for the climate.
He suggests South Africa.

Maybe we'll find a diamond mine.

I'm sorry, darling.
You're not coming with me.

Not going with you? Why?

Because you're going to be too
busy managing the steelworks.

Mother.

Philip. It's for your own good.

Since your father died I shouldered the
responsibility. Now you'll take it over.

[ Piano music ]

Is Stella going with you?

That depends.

Depends on what?

Upon her own choice.

Don't you think she's too young
and beautiful to waste her time ..

Nursing an old woman?

Perhaps someone else will
need her more than I do.

Stella.

Good evening.

Where are you?

What on earth are you doing up there?

Spying on you all.

I saw you yesterday admiring
yourself in the greenhouse window ..

When you thought no-one was looking.

That's a big fib.

I wasn't.

Why shouldn't you?

You're the nicest part of the
view around here anyway.

You know. You'd better be
careful. I see everything.

When I was a boy.

I used to sit up here for hours.

I used to imagine myself
as part of the tree.

Philip.

Human branch.

Mother and all the servants rushing
around below looking for me.

Yet here I was enthroned
high about all the confusion.

You must have been a little horror.

I haven't changed very much.

My trousers have grown a little longer.
That's all.

That's better.

You're smiling.

When you came out of the house
just now you looked so thoughtful.

Did I?

Were you thinking of him?

Who?

Ward.

No, silly.

The moon made me sentimental.

You call that thing sentimental?

A horrible eye staring at us.

Don't you like the moonlight?

I hate it .. I'm afraid of it.

What is there to be afraid of?

No.

No. You wouldn't.

You're like Ward.

Tell me, Stella.

Do you think I'm attractive?

What a question.

I just wanted to know.

I refuse to flatter you.

Mother says I am more
attractive than Ward.

That settles it.
Your mother's always right.

Indeed she is.

Life is very simple when
you listen to mother.

All you have to do is
exactly what she says.

Now she's got it into her head
that I can manage the steelworks.

Well?

You know that's perfectly ridiculous.

But Philip, of course you can.
Once you make up your mind to do it.

It ought to be easy for you.
You're so intelligent.

You must get the silly ideas out of your
head, always saying you're afraid.

Now listen.

Next week you're going
down to the foundry.

You're going to take over the business
and make us all proud of you.

People will look up to you
and admire you and ..

You'll be so happy.
- So you ..

You talk as if you really
believed in me.

But I do, Philip. I do.

There's no reason why
you shouldn't succeed.

There's no difference between you and ..

And Ward.

Why must you always drag
Ward into everything?

Alright then. Ward.

Shall I tell you a secret?

When I was in Paris on my way back here.

I became so worried over
what was ahead of me that ..

I made myself quite ill.

I felt I couldn't face it
and I would have to ..

Escape or disappear or something.

Then I hit on a brilliant idea.

What was that?

I decided to call myself.

Ward Andrews.

I know it sounds silly but the
name worked like a charm.

Suddenly I wasn't afraid anymore.

I felt I could do almost
anything I wanted to do.

It was very funny when
people came to me and said:

'Good morning, Mr Andrews.
How are you, Mr Andrews'?

'I say, Mr Andrews.
You are looking better'.

I think 'Philip Monrell'
sounds just as nice.

You're very sweet to me, Stella.

But there is a difference.

If Ward were here now.

Loving you as much as I do.

He wouldn't be telling
you amusing stories.

He would take you in his arms, kiss
you and he'd ask you to marry him.

What would your answer be, Stella?

I would say 'Yes' if
you want me, Philip.

I can't believe it.

Do you really love me, Philip?

Do I love you?

I could die for you.

That won't be necessary.

I believe I could even kill for you.

Anything for Maud?
- No.

No. But here's another
letter from mother.

She's arriving in Cape Town. She says ..

She feels tired but the doctors
are quite satisfied with her.

I must write to her this morning.

What are you going to tell her?

I'll tell her that after six weeks of
married life we're sick of each other.

Of course you neglect me and
spend all your time at the office.

Come now. I've been there twice already.

You promised me to be there every day.

Alright.

I see you want to get
me out of the house.

Be careful. You'll hurt him.

I wouldn't hurt Ward's cat.

Goodness, you're late already.

I'll tell Eric to bring the car.

Good morning, Mr Monrell.

Get me Mrs Monrell at my home, will you.

Yes, sir.

Yes?
- Your wife, Mr Monrell.

Thank you.

Hello darling. What are you doing?

I am quite upset dear.
I cannot find the kitten.

That's terrible.

Never mind. He'll turn up alright.

Yes. I know how much you love him.

He has never run away before.

Perhaps he's down in
the cellar somewhere.

Are you busy now?

Yes. Yes, I am in conference.

When are you coming to fetch me?

Alright.

I say, Stella.

You couldn't make it 3:30 could you?

Thanks .. splendid.

When Mrs Monrell comes, will
you show her right in please.

Ask Mr Higgins, Mr Ramsbottom, Mr Bosley
and Mr Black to come to my office.

Good afternoon, Mr Philip.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Will you have a cigar, Mr Bosley?
- Thank you, Mr Monrell.

But as you know, indulgence in
nicotine is against my principles.

I'm sorry, my mistake. You, Mr Higgins?

It looks like we'll have to
take the will for the deed.

Accidents will happen.

Eh, Mr Philip?

Won't you gentlemen sit down.

I'm sorry. I'll wait outside.
- No, darling. Come in.

Good afternoon, Mrs Monrell.
- Good afternoon, madam.

Mr Higgins.
- Sit here.

I want to speak to you about
this report you brought me.

On the whole I'm satisfied, but ..

I still think our expenses are too high.

If you can suggest further economies
you're a better man than I am.

Mr Higgins, I doubt you'd have
talked to my father like that.

Here, for instance. What about these?
'Structural improvements'.

Which item?

What?

'Item A'.

Mr Philip, you wouldn't begrudge
yourself this fine new office?

If that's what it is,
why doesn't it say so?

'Item F. 20,000 pounds.'
That must be cancelled.

But Mr Monrell, that
is the housing project.

Hold on a minute.

Those cottages down by Paley Brook are
no better than a few stinking rat-holes.

If you pardon the
expression, Mrs Monrell.

We can't expect our operatives
to live in such places nowadays.

I wouldn't kennel my dog in them.

You've no right to make such
decisions behind my back.

Mr Monrell.

I've been the Chief Engineer
of this company for 30 years.

You knew my father and you
know every inch of the works.

You held my hand when
I was a little tot.

Yes. I know the whole sermon backwards.

You still treat me as if I was a child.

I am your employer now.

You have to obey me I'm afraid.

Is that clear?

Perfectly clear.

I must ask you to accept my resignation.

Please, Mr Black. Can't we discuss this
another time? I'm sure my husband ..

Your resignation is
accepted as of today.

Anything else, gentlemen?

You're the boss here, Mr Monrell.

You're entitled to have your own way.

Don't say we didn't warn you.

Excuse me, madam. The kitten.

Did you find him?
- Yes, madam.

Where is he?

The chauffeur found him, madam.

I think you had better
speak to him yourself.

Is he hurt?

I'm very sorry this should
have happened, Mrs Monrell.

What do you mean? What's happened?

The poor little blighter.
A dog must have been at it.

His neck was broke.

But where did you find him?

He was lying in Platt's Lane
just behind the steelworks.

We can't understand how he got there.

Perhaps he followed
you to the office, sir.

Don't be ridiculous. If he'd been in the
car you'd have seen him, wouldn't you.

Yes, sir. I only thought ..

I don't pay you to think.

Mind your own business and get out
of here. You too, Clark. Get out.

Darling, I asked them to
look for it. It isn't their fault.

It's not their fault? It's my fault?
Is that what you mean?

Why are you all staring at me?

Leave me alone. Get out of here.

Please, Philip. Nobody is
accusing you of anything.

They're all against me. Those fools
at the office: Clark, the chauffeur.

You too. Yes you. Get out.

Leave me alone.

Forgive me. I ..

I don't know what came over me.

You are upset. That's all.

You see, darling.
You mustn't leave me even for a second.

I need you with me all the time.

The day has been too much. First I make
decisions and everyone turns against me.

Then a man talks like I had something
to do with that horrible accident.

You mustn't imagine things like that.

We should be sad about it.

I'll buy you a hundred kittens.

I don't think I ever want another.

This one meant so much to me.

Because Ward gave it to you?

Stella, why did you ever marry me?

But I love you.

Hasn't the time we've been
together convinced you of that?

It was just the two of us. Alone.
There was nobody else.

Suppose somebody else. Supposing ..

Ward.

Ward, Ward, Ward.

Always Ward.

If you can't rid yourself
of that idea you will ..

I'll go mad.

Is that what you were going to say?

Very well. I'll tell you something.

When I first met Ward I
thought he was charming.

Perhaps he was interested
in me. I don't know.

But I married you, didn't I?

So he was interested in you?

I knew it all along.

Philip, I love you.

Really I do.

Promise me one thing.

Don't ever mention Ward's name again.

I promise.

Say once more that you love me.

I love you.

And I love you.

You don't know how much.

Hello, Clark. Good to see you again.
- Thank you, sir.

Hello. I'm glad to see you.

Hello, Philip.

She has no idea who it is. I'm dying to
see her face when she recognises you.

So you never told her I was invited?
- No. That would have spoiled the fun.

It's nice to have you here again.
It's just like old times.

With one important difference.

I'm still a poor lonely old bachelor
and you're a happily married man.

How did you get her?

By a superb piece of acting.
I pretended I was you.

Now I understand everything.

Hello, Mrs Monrell.

This time you won't have to guess
which one of us is master of the house.

How do you do, Mr Andrews.

How do you do.

Aren't you pleased with
my surprise, Stella?

Of course I am.

Why the formality? Surely you haven't
forgotten one another's Christian names?

I haven't. Certainly.

Neither has she.
I never gave her a chance to.

Have I, Stella?

No. Philip reminded me
of you from time to time.

Dinner is ready, madam.

Very well, Clark.

Come on, Philip.

Do you think Philip has changed much?
- Enormously.

I noticed it the moment I saw him.
He is positively sleek with happiness.

Here we are, all reunited again.
I think this calls for a celebration.

How about a bottle of Ch�teau Le Neuf?
- I'll ring Clark. He'll get it.

Clark doesn't know where
I keep the best stuff.

Or is it dangerous to leave
you two people alone?

Very.

I'll risk it.

Stella.

I want to tell you how glad I am
to see you and Philip so happy.

I hope you didn't
mind his little surprise.

Certainly not.

But I haven't entirely forgiven you
for not coming to our wedding.

You know I would have done
anything in the world to be there.

But I work for a Scotchman. I doubt he'd
give me a day off for my own funeral.

I haven't had a moment to myself since
the weekend I came here with Philip.

Do you remember?
- That is ages ago.

That day in the woods you said
you didn't know which path to take.

I took the right tone.

I think so too, Stella.

I wish you all the
happiness in the world.

Did I miss something good?
- Ward is telling me about his work.

Do you like your work?

Now and then I wish I had more time
to myself to experiment and so forth.

But I love it.

Suppose you were offered a better job.

With three times as much pay.

Shorter hours. A house to yourself.

Frequent invitations to dinner at
the Monrells. What would you say?

I just roll over in bed and say
let me dream a little longer.

No. I'm serious about it.

Our chief engineer left last week
and I'm offering you the position.

I don't know what to say, Philip.

It's a marvellous chance.

Much better than I ever deserved.

You'd like it too, wouldn't you, Stella?

Yes.

Yes. Of course I would.

Alright then, I accept.

It's just like drawing a
winner in the Irish Sweep.

Thanks awfully, old man.

Silence.

Mr Monrell has the floor.

May we all be together
ten years from tonight.

Just as we are now.

Stella.

Ward.

To the three of us.

You're reading that book upside down.

Have you got eyes in
the back of your head?

I always know what you're doing.

And what you're thinking too.

Why didn't you tell me
that Ward was coming?

Because I promised never
to mention his name.

We have been very
happy alone, haven't we.

Can't we go on like this?

But you always told me you
thought Ward was so charming.

I thought you'd be glad
to have him with us.

Alright. If you insist.

Goodnight, Philip.

I'm very tired. Goodnight.

He seemed very pleased
top see us, didn't he.

Darling, I'm very sleepy.

We'll talk about him tomorrow
as much as we want.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

I'll be back soon.
A week at the outside.

It seems an awfully long time.

First, she wants me to be a businessman.

Then she's surprised
I go on business trips.

Take good care of her, Ward.

Don't worry.
I won't let her out of my sight.

Goodbye, darling.

Send me a wire when you know
which day you come back.

I'll give you plenty of warning.

I can't understand what made him
decide to leave so suddenly.

I must get back home.
We're having a big housecleaning.

There's something I
must talk to you about.

Is it very important?
- It's about Philip.

Until the other day I had
no idea why Mr Black left.

Ward, I don't understand it.

Why not speak to Philip himself?

I try often enough but he's obstinate.

I can't understand him any longer.
He has changed since ..

Since I married him, you mean?
- Don't be ridiculous. It's just ..

I don't want to discuss
Philip behind his back.

I'm not talking behind his back.
I told him to his face. He won't listen.

I'm sure he knows what he's doing.

I doubt it.
- I can't help that.

You certainly don't help
by agreeing with him.

He's in for trouble. You must make
him see reason. It's your duty.

I know my duty Ward
without you telling me.

I hope so.

You're very sure of
yourself, aren't you.

Mr Andrews is down at the
machine shop, Mrs Monrell.

Shall I call him?
- No. I will wait.

If you take two men and work a few hours
overtime I think you can finish tonight.

Mr Andrews, we'll try but I
can't promise any miracles.

Stella.

I know I shouldn't
have come here, but ..

But I had to see you.
- I'll be with you in a minute.

Here's the blueprint. Anything you
don't understand, call me at home.

Yes, Mr Andrews.

If your wife asks why you're
so late I'll back your alibi.

She's learned better than to ask, sir.

I'm afraid I can't shake hands.
Excuse me a minute.

I want to apologise for the
way I behaved yesterday.

I couldn't sleep all night thinking
about what you said about Philip.

Philip is handling the
men the wrong way.

He thinks he can dictate to them
but they won't stand for it.

There's a lot of things you don't know.

Stella, please tell me.

Is there anything wrong
between you and Philip?

Why do you ask that?

Yesterday you behaved so strangely.

As if you were trying to
hide something about him.

I don't know, Ward.

Philip has been so miserable lately.

I keep wondering if it isn't I
who make him so unhappy.

You couldn't make anyone
unhappy even if you tried.

Philip adores you.

When we are together he
talks of no-one but you.

I'm trying so hard to
be a good wife to him.

Sometimes I have the feeling
he wants to kill my love.

Stella, I know Philip.

He is terribly difficult at times.

He needs affection more than
anyone else I've ever met.

And you're giving it to him.

You are the best wife
any man could wish for.

You make me feel so ashamed of myself.

What a good friend you are.

To both of us.

Come on.

Let's see a smile.

That's better.

I'm not letting you return to that house
to spend the whole evening alone.

Tell you what.

You need a good dinner and
some of my witty conversation.

How about it?

I don't know. Philip
doesn't like me to go out.

Nonsense. He told me to
look after you, didn't he?

You wouldn't want me to
disobey my employer.

Do you know ..

This is the first time I have been
out in the evening since I married.

It's such fun to be among people.

You'd get pretty sick of them if
you came here night after night.

Right now, I can tell exactly what each
one of these people is talking about.

What do you talk about?
- I'm the biggest bore of the lot.

I don't believe you.
- Very well.

You want to hear the subject
of my secret dreams?

Sounds very interesting.
- It is.

I'm trying to invent a new type of
annular bearing. Now, naturally ..

My problem is to meet
the peak torque loads ..

And at the same time resist
the molecular disintegration.

Now, the carbonizing compound and
the precise critical temperature ..

Stop it. You win.

You asked for it.

Hello there.
- Hello, Philip.

Are you back already?

Yes. Obviously.

Why didn't you wire me?
I would have met your train.

I'm afraid I forgot to.

You see, I finished my business
in London sooner than expected.

So I came home and
saw you weren't there.

I guessed you were with Ward.
I knew he dined here often.

Clever of me.

We were talking about you, darling.

What a depressing subject.
Can't you think of something romantic?

Look here, Philip.

It's about the housing project.

I know how difficult it is for a man
in your position to reverse a decision.

It takes courage.

But if you do it.

Nobody will you think you are
giving way out of weakness.

I agree with Ward.

I'm sure you do.

The men will respect
you for it. We all would.

As it happens, I don't want respect.

I want obedience.

Obedience. Do you understand?

I don't think we had better discuss
this anymore. I might get angrier.

Hmm. Very well.

Waiter.

Don't bother about the bill, Ward.

Paying bills is a husband's privilege.

Perhaps his only one.

Look here, Philip. If you think ..
- Ward, let's go.

Excuse me. I'll be with you in a moment.

Put Mr Andrews dinner on my bill.
How much do I owe you?

You're leaving us already, Mr Monrell?

Let's see now.
You've only been with us one night.

That will be room, breakfast and dinner.
That will be ..

21 shillings if you please, sir.

Tell the men to get off the courtyard.
Send them home as quick as you can.

Mr Monrell has phoned for the police.

Police were never in the Monrell works.

There'll be broken heads.
- That's why I say.

Get 'em out of here quick.
- Come on, boys. Let's talk to 'em.

Come on Higgins.
We can't let this happen.

We'll make Philip give way
if we have to wring his neck.

You can count me out of this.

Mr Monrell has just been good
enough to accept my resignation.

But Higgins, you can't leave us now.
- I'll not see the men wronged.

I have stood by him this
far for the old lady's sake.

This is the end.

I'll talk to him alone.

Higgins said you'd sent for the police.
- The shouting was getting on my nerves.

Your nerves? You'll start a massacre.
- You get out here.

Ring the Chief Constable and
make him recall his men.

I won't be bullied by
you or anybody else.

Alright then. I'll do it myself.

The police.

They're here. Outside the gates.

You were late you see.

They're running into the building.

In here?
- What did you expect?

We must stop them. Where's the police?

They broke the gate.

You must take Mrs Monrell
down the backstairs.

Hurry, for heaven's sake.
Must Stella pay for your pig-headedness?

Don't worry about me, Ward.
- I understand. It's what you both want.

To see me run away. I'll disappoint you.

You can't be in the limelight always.

Philip, what will you do?

I'll show them who's master here.
- You can't.

Why can't I? You think I'm afraid?

Stay here, all of you.
I'll be in control.

What you doing here?

Call your coppers off.
- About Paley Brook.

Yeah, what about it?
- We want answers, is what we want.

Will you give us our houses
or shall we take them?

Silence.

How dare you break into this building.
I'll have you arrested.

Ah, shut your big mouth.

They want to kill me. Give them
their houses or anything they want.

Go down the backstairs. Quick.
You follow him.

Look after Mrs Monrell. Keep her safe.

Ward, you're staying?
- They won't hurt me.

You run along.
- I'll stay with you.

What do you want?
- We want the boss.

Where's he hiding?
- Mr Monrell left the building.

He's decided to pass
your housing project.

He'd have told you himself just
now if you'd given him a chance.

You expect us to believe that?
- Alright, men. Let's get him.

I'm sorry, Bill.

I'll give you the chance to do
the same thing to me someday.

When we're through with the cottages
we'll get the boss to build a gymnasium.

Philip, where have you been?

Never mind. It doesn't matter now.

No. It doesn't matter now.

Nothing can hurt me.
No need to be frightened. I'll just ..

Philip.
- Stella, phone the doctor.

Yes, Mr Monrell?

Is the doctor still here?

He left hours ago.

It's past two o'clock.

Where is Mr Andrews?

He is still downstairs.

How is he?
- About the same.

Stella, the doctor promised
us he'd be alright.

You look worn out.
You'd better get some sleep.

I will go.

I'll go soon.

Not soon. Now.

Come on, Stella.

Hello there.

Hello.

Hello Philip.
- Hello.

Thank you.

How is the patient?

So full of pep that I took
him for a walk this morning.

Right. That settles it.

No more excuses for you to stay at home.

Higgins is getting quite impatient.
He wants you back at the office.

He's not angry?

No. That's all forgotten.

How kind everyone is.

I hope I haven't been
too much trouble lately.

Fever is a funny thing.

It makes everything look ugly
like a mirror in a fun house.

But we won't talk about that anymore.

No, we won't.

I must run along now.
There's been an accident at the works.

Yes. The nurse said something
about it. What happened?

It was a nasty business.

Ted Dobson was working
on one of the platforms.

Trains run past there all
day long full of molten slack.

He must have lost this balance.

Death?

Pretty well instantaneous.

A queer end.

Nothing left but a
bubble in molten steel.

Nobody could cry over a
block of steel, could they.

I would like to see the place.

When you come to the
foundry you can look at it.

No, I must go now. I'd like to show the
men I take an interest in such things.

But Philip, are you strong enough?

Dr McTernan said I could go
out any time I wanted to.

It will do me good.

Sure you want to go up there?

Of course. I'm very curious.
You go first.

You had better watch your step.
The rungs are a bit slippery.

How do you feel?

Don't worry about me.

I'll be alright.

You'd better stay where you are.
It's awfully hot up here.

I don't mind.

Is that where it happened?

Yes. He must have been standing
over there when he fell.

Right into the molten slag.

We'll have to put up
a safety rail and nets.

Nets? How can you
possibly get a net there?

It's quite easy.

You stay here.

We can fasten it at both ends.

The rail should be about
one yard high and ..

About two yards wide.

You say no-one saw him fall?

No. It's impossible to see up
from below because of the glare.

See how that glare comes up from there?

Nobody can see anything.

Please, Ward.

Take me down. Quick.

What's the matter with you two?

You're both so quiet this evening.

Ward is tired, dear.

He's been working hard
at the foundry all day.

Just to make us rich.

I'm just wondering when he
is going to ask me for a raise.

Take the hint, Ward.

Now is your chance.
He's in a generous mood.

I'll leave you two
to finish your coffee.

When you can't bear my piano playing any
more, come and throw something at me.

Isn't she wonderful?

If she had her way she would
make the whole world happy.

Today, in the foundry.

Why did you try to kill me?

I'm asking you a question, Philip.

Why did you try to kill me?

Get out of this house.

Don't worry.

I'm leaving. I was doing that anyway.

I was hoping you'd be man
enough to come to me openly.

But you couldn't. Your whole
mind is distorted with jealousy.

You've taken her away from me.
- I know exactly what you think.

I don't have to lie to you.
I'm in love with Stella.

I believe I loved her
ever since we first met.

But get this into your head.

Stella doesn't know
anything at all about it.

There never was anything between us.
Not the slightest thought or word.

Stella is my wife.
She doesn't need your excuses.

This is my house.

I have already told you to leave it.

Philip.

Ward, what is the matter?

It's all my fault, Stella.

I'm going away.

Ward, please tell me what happened.

Come on. Tell her, Ward.

It would be a shame to say
goodbye without an explanation.

This seems to be confession time.
Why not make a thorough job of it?

Believe me, Stella.
This concerns only Philip and myself.

That's not exactly true.

Ward was just telling me
that he's in love with you.

Is that true, Ward?

Yes, Stella.

I should have gone away long ago.

You've heard him.

He is only waiting for a word from you.

Don't consider my feelings.

Goodbye, Ward.

Goodbye, Stella.

If you should ever need me.

London isn't very far away you know.

Has he gone?

Yes.

He has gone.

And you've gone with him.

I beg your pardon madam, but ..

You haven't eaten anything. Cook is
getting quite worried if I may say so.

I'm not hungry. Thank you, Clark.

Has Mr Philip had his supper yet?

I took his tray up half
an hour ago, madam.

Madam, if there is anything
that you want. At any time.

You know we will be glad to serve you.

All of us.

Thank you, Clark.

Stella. This is a pleasant surprise.
Come in.

I was just reading your
last letter to mother.

'Philip and I are so happy'.

How charming of you to say that.

Then you always were so considerate.

Never a word of complaint.

No-one could say that
you weren't a loyal wife.

You opened my letters?

Yes, of course. All of them.

Here is the one you wrote to Ward.

Just after he left.

'Philip and talked everything over and
we decided to make a fresh start'.

Don't worry.
I'll send it on to him later.

It was so beautiful I wanted to keep it.

So that I could read it again.

We are so unhappy, aren't we.

All three of us.

You, because you love Ward
and have to stay with me.

Ward, because he loves
you and can't have you.

Philip.

We can't go on like this.

Anyway, I can't.

These last weeks.

It's as if we've been playing
some horrible kind of game.

What's the matter, Philip?

Why are you so cruel?

Look at me.

Look at me. I am your wife.

Do you want me here anymore?

Yes I do, Stella.

I do.

Only when Ward went
away, I lost you too.

Now I am all alone.

But you're not alone.

We can still be happy together.
I'll do anything you want.

Listen.

Couldn't we go away together? Right now.

Let's forget everything that's happened.

We can't stay in this house.

We can't stay in this house torturing
each other. Let's put an end to it.

We will put an end to it.

We two. Together.

Then I'll have you all to myself.

At last.

It's so easy. Don't be frightened.

You know I wouldn't hurt you.

No.

No, don't.

Stella.

You don't know how happy I am.

I thought I'd never see you again.

I thought so too, Ward.

But why didn't you call me sooner?

I would have met the train.

At first I didn't mean to come to you.

You see, I know I haven't
the right to be here, but ..

When I found myself on the
platform among all those strangers.

I felt so terribly alone.

Thank heavens you did come.

Listen, Stella.
There's something I must tell you.

My feelings for you haven't
changed and they never will.

But you came here because you needed
a friend and please think of me as that.

Thank you, Ward.

Everything will be alright now.

He is mad, Ward.

I know he is.

Poor Stella. You must
have suffered terribly.

I should never have left
you alone there with him.

But that's all over now.

I'm going to call Philip and
tell him you're here with me.

You mustn't.
He can't talk to people anymore.

You see.

It's as if he always listens to
a voice inside his own head.

He'll listen to me. I'll call him now.

Paging Mr Andrews.

Mr Ward ..
- Here, boy.

You're wanted on the telephone, sir.
A long-distance from Chassingford.

He certainly timed it well.
- Don't speak to him, Ward.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Hello?

Hello Philip.

Yes. She is here.

She's not coming back to you.

Even if she wanted to I won't let her.

I deserved it.

I'll give her a divorce
any time she wants it.

I'd like to talk it over with
you as soon as possible.

No. Not in London.

I would be too near Stella.

You know how I feel.

Then I come down and see you.

Don't go to him. Don't go.

Tomorrow? No, I can't.
I have to be in Dublin tomorrow.

Then it's quite simple.

You take the midday train up here.

I lend you the 2-seater. You can drive
to Holyhead and take a boat from there.

That's all settled then.

I'll look forward to seeing you.

Goodbye.

Alright.

Please don't go.
- Stella, you are tired.

You're tired and upset.

After all, it's perfectly natural
for Philip to want to see me.

Ward, I'm so afraid.

I'm so afraid something
may happen to you.

Don't worry, Stella.

I can take care of myself.

Clark. Take these to Chassingford
to catch the post, will you.

Yes, sir. Will there
be anything further?

Let me see.

Cook and Annie have their day off.

You had better stop in and see if there
is anything I want when you come back.

And lock all the doors
and windows, will you.

One can't be too careful.
- Careful, sir?

I'm not expecting burglars.

But everyone has some
enemies, haven't they.

That's all. You can go, Clark.

Hello, Ward.
- Good evening, Philip.

I'm glad you're here.

I began to think you weren't coming.
- Why?

I thought you might be frightened.

You know I'm not to be trusted.

That's alright.
I think I'll take the risk.

Let's go in the library.

Sit down.
- Thanks.

Whiskey?
- No thank you.

You don't mind if I drink alone?

Of course. Go ahead.

Would you mind ringing?

I would like to have some fresh soda.

How very stupid of me.
There's no-one here.

I sent Clark into Chassingford.

I expect I'll be needing quite
a bit of this stuff now my ..

Wife has left me.

My dear wife has left me.

How funny that sounds.
It's like a funeral announcement.

When in reality Stella is
the very opposite from dead.

She's just about to begin
a marvellous new life.

Philip.

Neither of us knows what Stella
is going to do in the future.

We are here for one purpose only.

To help her.

After all, she's the one
who has suffered most.

Yes. Well.

I will give Stella a divorce.

I have already spoken to
my lawyer about that.

Also, I have guaranteed
not to alter my will.

You see, I hope that someday.

Stella will feel that
she can forgive me.

I think she's forgiven you already.

Nobody is your enemy, Philip.

We've been through a
bad time, the three of us.

You're not the only one who's to blame.

That's very generous of you, Ward.

[ Whistling sounds ]

[ Whistling sounds ]

But you can afford to
be generous, can't you.

Now you've got what you want.

I should have thrown you out
of this house months ago.

When you cheated me
and lied behind my back.

Philip.

Let's drop pretence.

Let's call things by their
right names for once.

I gave you a job. I paid you.
You were my friend.

How did you repay my friendship?
By stealing my wife.

What's wrong with you?
- She's from the gutter.

She flung herself at
the first man she finds.

Leave her out of this.
- I kept quiet enough.

Now you're going to hear the truth.

I won't need anything more tonight.
Thank you.

Goodnight.
- Yes, sir.

Goodnight, sir.

From the moment you got in the steel
mill you turned the men against me.

You made them start the strike.
- That's a lie. You know it.

It was a chance to show
Stella you were a hero.

You think I don't know you and she ..

If you don't shut up
I'll break your neck.

I'm sorry, Ward.

When I'm upset I say terrible things.
It's because I love Stella so much.

You know, old boy, you really
ought to take a hold of yourself.

You ought to get right away
from this house for a while.

Yes, that's what I must do.
I must get away.

I must be going now.

Yes. You mustn't miss
your boat. Just a minute.

By the way, what are
you doing in Dublin?

An engineer named Leahy ..

Called me this morning.
He's interested in my invention.

A friend of yours?
- No. I never heard of him before.

I seem to be getting quite famous.

Yes.

Yes, you must be.
You can go out this way.

The car is waiting
for you in the garage.

When you get to Holyhead
take it to the Central Hotel.

Tell them a Mister Stevens
will call for it.

He's the mechanic who's
going to bring it back.

Alright. Thanks.

Don't forget my advice, Philip.

Take care of yourself, won't you.

Don't worry, Ward.

Don't think too badly of me.

Whatever I may have done, whatever I do.

You and Stella are the two
people I love most in the world.

You have seen the weapon with
which the mortal blow was struck.

A knife which Mr Monrell
used as a paper cutter.

The witness Clark has testified that
it was lying on his master's desk.

Within convenient reach
of a would-be assassin.

On the handle of that knife.

Ward Andrews' fingerprints
are clearly visible.

Now, how did they get there?

He is utterly unable to explain.

He insisted he never touched that
knife and never even noticed it.

Now the defence has suggested.

That the telephone call which
Mr Andrews received ..

From Philip Monrell on
the morning of the crime ..

Was an invitation to
visit him that afternoon.

Now, if that is so.

Why did Mr Monrell say nothing
about it to his butler?

Why did he tell Clark about
some mysterious enemy?

If Monrell as it is claimed, had already
agreed to grant his wife a divorce.

Why did the two men exchange
those violent words ..

Which Clark overheard through
the library door and why ..

If the final parting
between them was friendly.

Does the room show signs
of a desperate struggle?

Where chairs were overturned, curtains
torn, and a vase smashed to atoms.

Mr Andrews' footprints .. show ..

That he left the house
by the library window.

And drove away in Mrs Monrell's car.

Scraping the mudguard
against the garage door.

It was left in Holyhead.

To be called for by a
'Mr Stevens', a mechanic.

Who was to drive it back to its owner.

But the defence is unable to
produce this Mr Stevens.

For the excellent reason
that he doesn't exist.

Mr Andrews it seems ..

Has a weakness for
fictitious characters.

He was going to Ireland, he says.

To interview a certain Mr Leahy.

But Mr Leahy doesn't exist either.

Mr Andrews was in fact on his way to
keep an assignation with Stella Monrell.

Consider this woman.

The principal witness for the defence.

She cannot deny that
she deserted her husband.

Members of the jury.

It's your plain duty ..

To ask yourselves on the basis of
the evidence you have heard ..

Did Ward Andrews kill Philip Monrell?

If the answer to that question is 'Yes'.

Then you are bound to return
against the prisoner the verdict ..

Of guilty of wilful murder.

Gentlemen of the jury, are
you agreed upon your verdict?

We are.

Do you find the prisoner Ward Andrews ..

Guilty or not guilty of the
murder of Philip Monrell?

Guilty, sir.

Prisoner at the bar.

You stand convicted of murder.

Have you anything to say why
the court should not ..

Give you the judgment of
death according to law?

I'm innocent.

Ward Andrews.

You have been given a fair and
careful trial and found guilty.

The sentence of the court upon you is ..

That you be taken from hence ..

To a lawful prison and from
thence to a place of execution.

You shall be there ..

Hanged by the neck until you are dead.

And your body shall be buried
in the precincts of the prison ..

Where you shall have last been
confined after your conviction.

May the Lord have mercy on your soul.

Amen.

You mustn't do that.
You will put yourself in check.

No. Sorry.

I really shouldn't play anymore.

Just as you like.

Would you rather be alone?
- Please don't go, Padre.

If I'm alone I start thinking of her.

I haven't been much trouble
to you so far, have I Padre.

If I can't see her now I don't see how
I'll get through the next 12 hours.

You know that isn't in my power.

Can't I just see her once?
Just for a minute.

They have to let me see her.

They have got to.
- Steady, Ward.

I'm sorry.

It isn't easy, you know.

This whole business keeps going
round and round in my head.

Perhaps tomorrow morning
I shall understand everything.

Governor, I had to come once more.

Dear Mrs Monrell, I can't say anything
that I didn't tell you yesterday ..

Or the day before,
or the day before that.

This is the last day.

There are certain regulations ..

Concerning visits to
condemned prisoners.

I didn't make them.

Don't you understand anything
but regulations and laws and rules?

No madam. I understand
nothing but my duties.

That's my job.

Yes?

Please, sir.

Perhaps you can help me.

You believe in kindness and mercy.

Won't you help me to see Mr Andrews?

My child.

Don't you think you'd make
it more difficult for him?

I won't. I promise I won't.

The law can't be so cruel as to
let him die without knowing ..

Knowing what, my child?

That I love him.

But surely, Mrs Monrell.

He must be aware of that already.

I know what you think, but you're wrong.

There has never been
anything between us.

Of course we love each other
but I never told him. Never.

Don't you understand? If he doesn't
see me he'll think I deserted him too.

Do you mind if I take
Mrs Monrell out by the back way?

Past the cells.

Well.

As long as she's on her way out I don't
think there's any rule against that.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Bill, the governor asked me to talk
to you about that hot water pipe.

It's leaking again.
- What pipe?

This one over here.

I see.

Stella.

Ward.

There's so much to say.

Don't say anything, darling.

This is all I wanted to know.

I'm afraid we will have to be moving on.
- Please, just another moment.

This can't happen.
Something must help us.

America.

Would you believe that?

I will.

My key please.

Wasn't that Mrs Monrell?

Yes, that's her.
- Beautiful.

Beautiful.
- Between you and me.

The manager will be
glad to get rid of her.

They hang her gentleman
friend tomorrow morning.

3 o'clock sharp.

Too bad you can't watch it though.

You would enjoy it, wouldn't you?

Animals.

[ Door knocks ]

Come in.

I have nothing to say.

Whatever you want to know you
can find it in the newspapers.

Two years ago.

This man escaped from a private asylum.

Near Paris.

He was suffering from a form of
insanity which we call paranoia.

At that time your husband masqueraded
under the name of 'Ward Andrews'.

Who are you? How do you know all this?

I am the old fool who let him escape.

My name is Dr Rameau. Enchant�.

But doctor, this is terribly important.

Why didn't you come here weeks ago?

I discovered it only yesterday.

May I sit down?
- Of course. Please.

My old bones dislike your
English climate intensely.

But I was in Edinburgh listening
to some ignorant rubbish.

At a so-called Medical Congress when
I happened to pick up this paper.

What stupidity.

What self-contradiction.

You're the only intelligent witness.

You at least suspected your
late husband was insane.

They wouldn't listen to me.

Because of ..

Because of my friendship
with Mr Andrews.

Come on. Sit down.

Do you believe Mr Andrews
killed your husband?

Doctor, I'm certain he didn't.

But the evidence?

Evidence, evidence. I spit on evidence.

My dear child, forget all
the circumstantial rubbish.

These knives. These broken vases.

These footprints.

They're too convenient.

Too perfect.

Look into the human heart.

And you'll find the
motive for this crime.

But if Ward didn't, then who?

Philip was murdered by
his only enemy: himself.

Everything you told the
jury supports my diagnosis.

He hides from the world in
the tree of his childhood.

He creates a neurotic jealousy.

And nourishes it like a plant.

He tries to destroy everything which he
imagines comes between you and him.

First the poor little animal.

Then his best friend.

And last, he tries to
kill you and himself.

Don't you see?

Now, with one stroke
he almost succeeded.

A classic case.

Wonderful.

But how did he do it and
how can we prove it?

We need prove nothing.

Philip will prove it for us.

That sounds insane but let me tell you.

Some of my crazy patients are wiser
than all your judges and jurymen.

Now listen carefully.

This disease takes many forms.

But one symptom is
common to all its sufferers.

Their poor sick brains want to show off.

To tell the world:
'I am cleverer than you'.

They long for recognition but
every normal road to it is barred.

So they turn to crime.

But the crime itself means
nothing unless it is talked about.

These people when they commit suicide ..

Leave lengthy statements.

When they murder.

They .. love to confess.

Your husband.

Will want to speak to you
from beyond the grave.

His triumph will not be final
until you know the truth.

Madame, I stake my reputation upon it.

A message exists.

But.

Can we find it before it's too late?

We must find it. Come, doctor.

Nothing. Nothing at all.

There isn't anything here either.

You're sure, Clark, there's
no more in the cellar?

Certain. I brought everything upstairs.
- But it must be somewhere. It must.

I'll try Mrs Monrell's room.
- Please don't do that, madam.

Mrs Monrell is very ill and it
would be a terrible shock for her.

Mother.

Clark, how dare you bring
them here against my orders.

It isn't his fault. We had to come.
There was a mistake. I'll explain.

I don't know you, sir. You must take
this lady out of my house immediately.

Sorry, but we won't go away until
we find what we're looking for.

Madame, you must excuse our behaviour.

But a man's life is at stake.

Ward Andrews did not kill your son.

You must be mad.

I knew your son.

He said to me once.

I'm going to die like my father.

What did your husband
die of, Mrs Monrell?

Yes. You don't know
how important this is.

You always told me he died so suddenly.

You think your son now
is the victim of a crime.

Do you want him to become a murderer?

You really think Philip
killed himself too?

I'm certain of it.

I knew it.

You must get upstairs.

If I could only help somehow.

Perhaps you can help, Mrs Monrell.

Please, think carefully.

When your son was a boy.

Did he have some secret hiding place?

Where he used to hide his treasures.

He had no secrets from me.
He told me everything.

He even let me read
his precious diaries.

Where are those diaries, mother?

They're over there in that chest.
But they'll be no use to you now.

He finished the last one
before he met you.

Come, doctor. It's our only chance.

Are these the only ones you have?

All I have in the world now he's gone.

Please don't take them away from me.

But where's the next volume?

There must be another.
I saw him writing in it.

He must have hidden it somewhere.

You mustn't have it until it's too late.
- Look.

Why didn't I think of that?

He always had his favourite
books rebound there.

Clark.
- Yes, madam?

Clark, tell us exactly
what you remember.

What did Mr Philip do that last day?

Did he by any chance give you a package?

A small one about this size?

Yes. Now I come to think
of it there was a package.

Where was he sending it to?

To Paris?

Yes. It was somewhere on the continent.

It had to have a lot of extra stamps.

Thank heavens. We are
on the right track at last.

Clark, call the airport and
charter a plane for Paris.

Clark. Take this note immediately
to Chassingford prison.

Monrell. Voila, Madame.

Give it to me.

[ French language ]

What's the matter now?

My child, for the first time in 50 years
this old brain has been of some use.

Mr Andrews is saved.

I don't understand.

Your husband told him to keep
the diary until next September.

Then send it to you.

Give me that book. Give it here.
- Madame.

Taisez-vous.

A telephone.

Telephone. Quick. O� est le t�l�phone?
- Pas de t�l�phone.

No telephone? But where can we get one?

Monsieur.

Taxi.
- Taxi!

Taxi.

What are we going to do?

Head back. Perhaps we
can wake somebody up.

Ouvre.

Ouvre.

It's no use, doctor.

It will be too late.

But doctor. Come, look.

Let's go.

May we use your telephone?
- Pour quoi?

T�l�phone.
- Ah, t�l�phone.

L�-bas.

Hello?

Hello. Please connect
me with long distance.

Oui. Long distance.
- Long distance on my telephone?

Taisez-vous.
We must make a call to England.

England?

Who's going to pay for this?
- You'll get your money.

Hello? I want Chassingford, England.

Long distance. It's urgent.

You'll get your money.
I cannot find it now.

[ French language ]

Hello. I want Chassingford.
Please give me the prison.

A call from Paris, sir.
They say it's very urgent.

Hello?

Yes. It's the governor speaking.

Hello, the governor?

Thank god.

Listen. This is Mrs Monrell.
I am going to read you something.

It's my husband's diary.
We have just discovered it.

It proves Mr Andrews is innocent.

Listen. 'July the 10th'.

'4:20pm. Dear Stella'.

'In another three hours I
shall have killed myself'.

'When you read this, Ward will
have been hanged for my murder'.

'I have it all arranged'.

'They must not know it was suicide
or the whole plan will fail'.

Poor Philip.

Too many people have
looked into his secrets.

We must let him rest now.

..t-g..