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("Alfred Hitchcock" theme music)

- Good evening, ladies and
gentlemen,

and welcome to "The
Alfred Hitchcock Hour."

I trust you would excuse
my startled expression,

but this is what I just
pulled out of my hat.

It's rather a shock when
one is expecting a rabbit.

However, I suppose it isn't
as traumatic as it would be

if I were expecting
her and got the rabbit.

Since my hand is not quicker
than the eye,

I think she will be quite useful

in diverting your attention.

This evening I shall attempt
several feats of legerdemain.

One is to make an hour disappear
without you realizing it.

That will not be easy
considering this first minute.

(suspenseful music)

(insects chirping)

(owl hooting)

(wings flapping)

(owl hooting)

(bushes rustling)

(bushes thudding)

(bushes rustling)

(bushes rustling)

(woman screams)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(door bell rings)

(owl hoots)

(dramatic music)

- (gasps) Oh!

- Daphne.

Did I startle you, my dear?

- Yes.

- Where's your young man,
Harold?

- Oh, he had a department
meeting.

I waited but then I came on.

- You walked from the
campus through the wood?

- Yes.

- You must have pretty good
nerves.

- Dr. MacFarlane, I think
somebody followed me.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

I saw branches and bushes
moving.

- (chuckles) That must have
been the wind, my dear.

Come on in.

Oh, please don't say anything
inside.

My wife gets hysterical.

There's been too much talk
already.

Come on.
- Yes, of course.

- You'll very soon learn to
take these department meetings

with greater patience

after you've married Harold
and become a faculty wife.

- Daphne, how nice to see you.
- Oh, hello.

- How lovely you look.
- Why, thank you.

Hello, Wanda.
- Hello.

- Where's Paul?

- Well, my husband deserted
me on the way over here.

- He's a great bird lover.

- Yes, he jumped out of the car

and ran after a hermit thrush.

- You mean he's in the
woods chasing a bird?

- Yes.
- Oh, that's all it was.

- [Mrs. MacFarlane] All what
was?

- Oh, nothing, nothing at all.

- Oh, Edwin.

Come in, Edwin.

You know Edwin Volck,

don't you?
- Yes, of course.

- We've never had anyone so
brilliant

in the music department, have
we, Edwin?

- Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Daphne, it's so nice to see you
again.

How do you do, Wanda?

- [Wanda] I do very well, thank
you.

- Hello Edwin, have a cocktail.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Cheers.
- Cheers.

(gentle piano music)

- [Mrs. MacFarlane] Harold.

(Harold sighs)

- Good evening, MacFarlane,
doctor.

That girl deserves a good
spanking.

- Well, she's your girl, spank
her.

What has she done?

- She walked over here alone,

took the shortcut through the
wood.

- I waited 1/2 hour for you.

I left you a note.

- Yes, I know you did, darling,

but I was still anxious about
you.

Why in heaven's name
did you take a shortcut?

- Did you come through the wood?

- Oh, wild horses couldn't
get me through there.

- You had me worried.

I apologize for charging in like
that,

but the way things are around
here--

- Please, please.

We don't have to talk about it.

- May I?

- Paul.

- Sorry to be late.

- You're not late, Paul.

Help yourself to a drink.

- Thank you.

How are you?

- Fine.

I think we almost met a little
earlier?

- This evening, when?

- Weren't you chasing a bird?

- A hermit thrush.

People don't realize how
beautifully

that bird sings, angelic.

- I thought someone was
chasing me through the woods.

I took the shortcut over from
the campus.

I guess it was you I heard.

- That thrush was in the
trees by the cemetery,

nowhere near the shortcut.

- Oh.

Well.
- So it couldn't have been me.

- No, I suppose not.

Probably just something running
through the undergrowth.

- Probably.

(gentle piano music)

- Good evening.

I'm Dave Fulton.

I've noticed you quite
often on the campus.

You're in med school, aren't
you?

- Yes.

- I asked Dr. MacFarlane to
invite me here

when you were coming.

I was warned you are more
or less engaged to Harold,

but you are allowed to talk
to other men, aren't you?

(Daphne laughs)

- As a matter of fact,
Harold is cross with me now.

I walked here through the woods.

- Alone?
- Hmm.

- Were you being brave or
something?

- Oh, well, it's such a long
way the other way around.

And anyway, it wasn't really
dark.

- It wasn't really wise either.

May I tell you, you're much too
attractive

to take such chances.

One of those girls was killed
in that wood, you know?

- I doubt if they'll ever get
him.

There's nothing to go on.

- There may be.

Next time.

- You're so sure there's
going to be a next time.

- Harold believes that the
killer is deranged, a sadist.

- And maybe some body's not
found yet.

- Why should it be deranged?

It could have been a thief.

Perhaps the girl screamed
and he lost his head.

- Edwin, thieves don't use
a knife the way he did.

If you'd only seen the body we
found.

- Terence, please.

Would you not discuss the
details?

- Very well, my dear.
- When my husband and Harold

get together they--
- It's all very horrible.

But that's what makes it
fascinating.

I once knew an awful old man

who had a couple of books on
torture.

Covered in human skin.

- This killer might have cleared
out.

He isn't necessarily a local
man.

- Oh, but I think he is, Edwin.

You may remember that Jack the
Ripper

stuck to one section of London,

and the French bluebeard
Landru stayed in Paris.

Fritz Haarmann.
- Who's he?

I've never heard of him.

- A foul creature in Hannover.

He murdered more than 40
men in his butcher shop.

- Harold, you can't make me
believe

that a college town like
Woodside

would even be likely to
harbor a mass murderer.

- On the contrary.

A college community's
an ideal place for one.

- I agree.
- Yes.

You see, there are a lot of
high-strung individuals here.

Many are frustrated, some very
curious.

Easily apt to be well up on
the literature of murder.

So you couple that with the
power of suggestion and...

Well, you take an intelligent
man

who's even slightly
off-balance, for example.

Say that he's dissatisfied,
he's building up grudges.

Now suppose he's been reading
about these multiple killers.

Haarmann or (mumbles),
Gilles de Rais. (chuckles)

He was a man who was very
artistic.

Yeah.

A scholar.

The Marquis de Sade.

- You're pretty well up on
murder yourself, aren't you?

- Or he may be a
specialized kind of madman

who is only occasionally
seized by these compulsions.

He could be someone in
the university atmosphere.

He could easily be one of us.

- Oh now, really, Harold.

Surely that doesn't
include us girls, I hope.

- No, I'm inclined to think it's
a man.

- If you ask why he does this,

I think it's a pathological
distortion of something normal.

Something that's already
there, waiting in all of us.

- Sane, insane, it's
all a matter of balance.

Haven't any of you ever felt

that when you were terribly
tired

or worried sick about something

that keeping your sanity was
like

walking a tightrope stretched
across a great chasm

and that if the slightest thing
went wrong

you'd topple off and never stop
falling?

- Have you ever felt like that,
Harold?

- I think anyone who hasn't
is extremely fortunate.

- You have surgery early
tomorrow morning, don't you?

- Oh yes.

- And he likes to take a
walk before he goes to bed.

- I think it's time we all went
home.

(gentle music)

- Hmm, what a marvelous moon.

It's lighter than when
I came through earlier.

(horn honking)

(insects chirping)

You know, I could've sworn
something was following me

when I came through here before
dinner.

I don't know exactly how to
explain it

except that it stopped when I
stopped

and went on when I went on.

When it finally made a rush
towards me,

you should have seen me,

I practically ran the rest of
the way.

- It wasn't some
mischievous child, was it?

- Oh no, no children would be
in here at that time of night.

It was dark and spooky.

- Well, maybe it was a dog.

- Maybe, probably was.

(bird cawing)
(Daphne gasps)

(Harold chuckles)

- Oh, you are on edge, aren't
you?

Why in the world didn't you tell
me?

We needn't have come back this
way.

- No, I wanted to come through.

I wanted to come through
with you and feel safe.

Do you know what I mean?

- I know.

(woman screaming)

(woman whimpering)
Where are you?

(bushes rustling)

(woman whimpering)
Where are you?

(woman screaming)

(suspenseful music)
(woman whimpering)

He was trying for the heart.

- Give me your top, quickly.

(bushes rustling)

Thank you.

- All right.

She's fainted.

If we hadn't frightened him,
he might have killed her.

(bushes rustling)

Maybe it was you he was after.

If she was only a
substitute, he may try again.

(bushes rustling)

(upbeat suspenseful music)

- If the woman hadn't
had immediate attention,

she'd have bled to death.

But you were doing very
well when I came along.

- Got lucky you heard her
scream.

- Well, I usually take
a walk the last thing.

I thought the man might still be
there.

- What did she say about the
attack?

- It seems she went out to mail
a letter

and he sprang on her.

She was on the back road, you
know?

Not actually in the wood.

He seemed terribly strong, she
said,

and dragged her in among the
trees.

She couldn't describe him.

She doesn't remember much,
really.

Oh, hello, Harold.

- Hello, Dr. MacFarlane.
- Police say anything?

- Well, no, just that she may
remember more a little later.

- Oh, I doubt if she will.

Look her at the hospital,
Daphne.

She'd like to thank you.
- Yes, of course, I will.

- Bye.
- Goodbye, doctor.

The police still think
that it isn't necessarily

the same man who did the other
killing,

but I said that it had to
be a particular kind of man

in a particular state of mind,

and that they might need
the help of psychologist

in running him down.

Anyway, I told them I'd do
anything I could to help.

- Oh, don't get mixed
up with this, Harold.

- Darling, you know how
interested I am in these things,

these strange twists of the
mind.

That's why I went into
psychology in the first place.

It's a wonderful opportunity
for me to test out

some theories I've had
in abnormal behavior.

The only problem is I'm
going to have to work alone

because the police don't go
along with me.

- I think you should stay out of
it.

- Daphne, you want this
man caught, don't you?

You know I can't forget
that it might have been you

he was following.

- Why would he try to get me?

- I don't know.

But I'm going to make
sure that he never does.

Oh hello, Dave.

- [Daphne] Well, you're always
creeping up

behind me, aren't you?

- I stopped by to see how you
came through

all the excitement.

- Well, I have a lecture to give
out.

I'll call you later for dinner,
darling.

- That was a terrible thing last
night.

If I'd walked home that way,
I might have caught him.

- I thought you rode home with
Paul.

- No, I stayed talking
with Mrs. MacFarlane,

then I walked home the long way
around.

- Alone?

At that time of night?

Now why should he walk when he
could ride?

- Do you want me to tell you?

Well, remember how you felt
listening to Edwin at the piano?

That's how I felt after you'd
gone.

I just wanted to walk and think
about you.

- You pay the most curious
compliments.

First you ask Dr. MacFarlane
to invite you to dinner,

then you tell me I'm too
beautiful to be married,

and now the moonlight.

(gentle piano music)

- Daphne.

I didn't know you were out
there.

- Edwin, that was beautiful.

- Stay there, I'll join you.

- Oh no, I can't stay.

That was "The Moonlight
Sonata" you were playing.

- Yes.

I'll play you some of
those French melodies

you seem to like

if you'd care to come in for a
while.

- No, I'm expecting Harold to
call.

- They're old dance tunes,
really.

Do I make them sound sad?

- Yes.

There is a sort of sorrow in
them.

- Not in them. (chuckles)

It's in me.

Music always gives away one's
feelings,

especially loneliness.

That's the universal human
predicament, isn't it?

Loneliness.

- I think in very talented
people like yourself

it helps to create.

Well, I must go, goodbye.

(suspenseful music)

(door knocking)

- [Harold] Hi, it's me.

- [Daphne] Hi.

- Oh. (chuckles)

Oh, am I glad you're still
waiting.

- I thought you were gonna call.

- I know, honey, I'm sorry.

But I had such a hectic day, I
forgot.

- Have you had any dinner?

- I didn't even have time to
eat.

But you know something?
- Here.

- I think I'm finally
making some progress.

Of course the police think I'm
just another crazy professor,

but they don't understand what's
going on.

You remember last night I said

that the killer might be sitting
there at the table with us?

Well, I was right, he was.

You know how I know?

The police went out there and
they searched that whole area

where they found the girl,
nothing.

I went out on my own.

I found a cocktail napkin

with the MacFarlane's name on
it.

- Oh, well, that doesn't mean
anything.

People are at the
MacFarlane's all the time.

Somebody could have dropped it,

or it could have blown there.

- That's what the police
said, but I disagree.

They say that this assault
isn't like the rest of them.

- Darling, we know everybody
at the MacFarlane's.

- Whether we know them or not

hasn't got the slightest bearing
on this.

This killer gets a great
satisfaction

out of terror and destruction,

and as children we have
much the same impulses

but we grow out of them.

Now, either he hasn't, or
they've reoccurred in him.

- How horrible.

- Well, yes, it is horrible.

We're moving in a region of
horror.

The police have got everybody
pinned down.

They're pretty good with that,
you know?

Dr. MacFarlane was out last
night on his nightcap stroll.

Edwin walked home alone.

- I know, and so did Dave.

I had lunch with him today.

- Oh, he did?
- Hmhmm.

- Paul, however, was not.

He jumped out of the car to look
at

a screech owl or something,
I don't know what it was.

Besides, I don't think it would
be Dave

because he's much too normal.

You'd rather have it anybody
but Dave, wouldn't you?

- I'd sooner he never got caught

than to have it be somebody we
know.

- But honey, it is someone we
know.

Now you heard the way that girl
screamed.

I want this fella caught

before he makes you scream like
that.

- He isn't after me.

(Harold sighs)

- Daphne.

I know this man's secret mind.

I've studied these people,
I know how they think.

- It's frightening sometimes
how you know people.

- He watches you.

To him, you're like a living
jewel.

You're perfection, you're
irreplaceable.

And to destroy you would be a
triumph.

Now he followed you but he
didn't get you.

The other woman was just a
substitute,

but he didn't succeed with her
either

so he's going to come
back to his first choice.

We can catch him through
you and only through you.

I want you to be a decoy.

I want you to walk through
the woods again alone.

- No.

- I'll be there, but I'll be out
of sight.

I have a gun.

- How do you know you can
catch him even with a gun?

Use a police decoy,

they have people who
do that sort of thing.

- But it's you he wants,
don't you understand?

It's not going to be any more of
a risk

than you're running right
now, every day, every minute.

- To walk through that woods
again...

I don't know how you could
ask me to do such a thing.

- Daphne, besides protecting
you,

we may save the lives of others.

Now how would you feel if
some morning you woke up

and there was another girl
that'd been strangled and
slashed

when we could have stopped it?

This has to be done at once,
darling,

while this periodic
excitement is still with him.

We could drop into the
MacFarlane's tomorrow night

and I'll let it be known
that we'll be over there

but not what we're going to go.

- Nobody would ever believe

I'd go through that woods again,
not now.

- Yes, he will.

Because that's what he wants to
believe.

And he'll wait until you do.

He'll never stop watching
you, I know this kind of mind.

- I can't, Harold, don't
ask me again, I can't.

- All right.

All right.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

- I won't change my mind.

(door slams)

(suspenseful music)

(something clanking softly)

(something rustling)

(phone whirring)

Hello, Harold.

Yes, I'm sorry to call
you at this time of night,

but somebody tried to break in
here.

No, no, he climbed a tree.

No, I only got a glimpse of him.

Didn't look like anybody I knew.

No, no, please come over when
it's light,

when you can see for yourself.

Yes, and Harold,

I'll go through that woods
again, whenever you say.

Yes.

- I shall begin my act
immediately following

the station break,

so please hurry back.

I warned you not to stay so
long.

You can hardly expect
rabbits to simply sit around

waiting for a station break to
end.

Now it is time for the
second half of our story.

Perhaps after that there will
be time for a few tricks.

(upbeat suspenseful music)

(gentle music)

- [Harold] Well, it's been
a lovely evening, doctor.

I'm afraid we've stayed too
late.

- [Dr. MacFarlane] Not at all,
we're delighted to have you,

and thank you for the reports.

- [Paul] Can I drive you back?

- [Daphne] Oh no, thank
you, we'd rather walk.

- [Paul] Well, there's no need
to tell you

to stay clear of the wood.

- [Dr. MacFarlane] Oh, the
police haven't got a thing

on the killer yet, Paul.

But if they got on to you,

a bird lover who's seen at
odd times in odd places,

you'd be a hot suspect.

- [Paul] if I were the murderer,

I think I could guarantee
that I'd never be caught.

- [Harold] When this one's
caught,

you may find that it's only the
beginning.

- [Paul] Whatever you
mean by that, good night.

Good night, Daphne.

And Harold, look after her.

(car engine rumbling)

- [Dr. MacFarlane] Good night,
my dear.

- [Daphne] Good night.

- [Dr. MacFarlane] It's
always a delight to see you.

Good night, Harold.
- Good night, doctor.

All you have to do is keep
walking in a natural pace

like you are now.

- Do you mind if I hope he's not
there?

- Oh but he will be, I
told you he watches you.

He knows you're out
here, he'll be waiting.

- Maybe he'll guess it's a trap.

- I know but he won't believe
that

because he wants you so much.

And then when he sees you he
won't be able to hold back

because it's a compulsion.

I'm going to slip away in a
moment.

- Oh darling, I'm frightened.

Shouldn't we get the help of the
police?

- I tried to, but they don't
go along with my theory.

(owl hoots)

- You'll keep me in
sight, won't you, darling?

- You won't be able to see me

but I'll be near you all the
time.

- I'm glad there's a moon.

With clouds, though.

My heart is pounding.

You'll come immediately if
I call, won't you, Harold?

Harold?

(insects chirping)

(owl hoots)

(owl hoots)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps rustling)

Who is it?

Who is it?

- Did I frighten you?

- Yes, you did a little.

- Only a little?

That's good.

It seemed to me that I
frightened you quite badly

the other evening.

- The other evening?

- On your way to dinner
at the MacFarlane's.

You began running.

- Why did you follow me then?

- Oh, it's a habit of mine.

There was nothing to be afraid
of.

Not then.

I only wanted you to know
that you were not alone.

You certainly must feel
that you're not alone now.

This will be different.

I'm glad you like my music,

but that's not all there is, you
know?

It's not the best.
(Daphne screams)

No, no.

No, mustn't go now.

You mustn't go now!

(Daphne screaming)

- [Daphne] No!

(gun fires)

(Edwin panting)

- It worked, Daphne.

It worked.

- Is he dead?

- No.

No, he's not dead.

(suspenseful music)

(Daphne panting)

You know, Edwin reads music

like you and I might read a
book.

(Harold sighs)

He hears the sounds in his head.

Having his music there at the
home

should be some consolation to
him.

Why don't you come in, darling?

- No, I don't like being here.

- But I wanted you here.

I know it's a little untidy,

but the police have searched it.

Edwin's apartment is exactly the
place

for something I have to tell
you.

- Yes, I think I know what it
is.

You wanna tell me that you don't
think the attacks are over,

and that they may be after me.

- Who told you that?

- Dave.

- Dave is always popping up,
isn't he?

On the campus, in the wood.

- He said you told him the
night you caught Edwin.

- I reminded them all

that some crimes come in waves,

as if they're contagious.

A ceremonial knife, blood
sacrifices,

that appeals to some
mentalities.

But this may have spread already

in the town, on the campus.

- You mean you think he may
have associates or imitators?

- Men with the same ideas as
Edwin, the same objectives.

- Who, who do you think?

- I don't know.

I wouldn't wanna point a finger
at anyone,

but Daphne, look around this
room.

You remember how you felt about
Edwin?

His music, his charm?

And yet in his heart he hated
all women.

He would have strangled you
and sliced you with that knife.

Daphne, you mustn't trust
anybody.

Dave, not anyone.

Well, I'll take the music to
Edwin.

He and I were very
close friends, you know?

Poor soul.

(door clanking)

(keys jingling)

(keys jingle)

Hello Edwin.

How are you?

I brought you most of your
music.

I thought maybe you'd like to
play it

when you feel better.

There's a piano in the lounge.

(suspenseful music)

Tell me.

That time with the girl in the
wood,

when Daphne and I interrupted
you,

it was all for nothing, wasn't
it?

We came too soon.

And you began it wrong.

You tried to take the life
without the ceremonial,

so like a poison it stayed with
you.

Then you had to try again with
Daphne.

Well, I must be going now,
Edwin.

I'll come and see you again.

- I know you will.

I'm looking forward to it.

(upbeat suspenseful music)

(gentle music)

- Are you going to be
roaming around again tonight?

- I have some more
clues I wanna follow up.

- Harold, why don't you
leave this up to the police?

- I have to continue on my own.

I've been studying Edwin's
analysis.

Digging into his mind.

And here is the smell of
blood still, it's fascinating.

His ideas go far back
into time, they run deep.

And he's not so non-sane
as one might think.

Will you have dinner with me
tonight?

- No, I can't.

I have a special class
tonight, added biochemistry.

- Oh yes, that's the one
that Dave teaches, isn't it?

A small class.

And afterwards I suppose he'll
ask you

to have dinner with him or
something.

Don't go, Daphne.

Don't go.

- Darling, what's gotten into
you?

- What's gotten into everyone.

Me, you, Dave.

What got into Edwin.

We'll never know.

- You poor dear.

You're worn out.

It's this terrible business with
Edwin.

Standing guard over me
and working half the day

and hunting heaven knows
what half the night.

What if I were to go away?

I'd be sure nobody ever found
out where.

- No, no, don't do that.

No, don't go.

Specially don't go now.

- Darling, why don't
you lie down and rest?

- I have some things I'd better
do.

- Harold.

I'm sorry about dinner.

- It's all right.

You have a good time with Dave.

(suspenseful music)

(door shuts)

- Did you have dinner this
evening?

- No, not really.

- How about coffee and something
with me?

- No thank you, I'm going
straight home.

- Harold waiting?

I've begun to wonder whether all
his talk

about you being in danger is
imagination.

- He was right about Edwin.

- He was, wasn't he?

You know, a man like Edwin never
realizes

he's committing an abominable
crime.

He's merely yielding to an urge.

Such men worship dark and
nameless gods.

They act out the fantasies

that obsess their unbalanced
minds.

- You really can't blame
somebody like Edwin.

- That doesn't make
them any less dangerous.

- That's exactly why Harold
is so absorbed in this.

- Yes, deeply.

It absorbs him when he
should be absorbed in you.

- Harold has been working night
and day

trying to prevent anything
else from happening.

To me, or to anyone else.

- Daphne, I'm gonna say this.

I think there's a lot of
pretense about you and Harold.

There always has been, hasn't
there?

You're not really in love.

That's what I mean by pretense.

Harold may be in love with you
in his way,

but you're not.

- How dare you say such a thing
to me?

- You're ducking away from the
truth.

- I'm very fond of Harold.

I think I may owe him my life.

He certainly deserves my
loyalty.

- That's a poor substitute for
love.

- Are you jealous of Harold?

- No.

But he is of me.

- Good night, Dave.

(gentle music)

- Good night.

(suspenseful music)

(gentle music)

(Daphne knocking)

- Oh Daphne.
- Hello, darling.

I saw your light.

- Well, you know, I never
realized

how beautiful you look in white.

You look like a bride.

Hmm.

You must have come straight down
here.

- Yes, I did.

- Sit down, darling, sit down.

I wanna celebrate.

I made my mind up about
something.

Oh, this is wine that I keep
for very special occasions.

Faculty birthdays.

(wine sloshing)

It's wonderful the way
you just walked in here.

I never expected that.

- Yes, I'd just been talking
with Dave.

- I'll always remember you

as you are in this moment,
darling.

Smiling at me across a glass of
wine.

Cheers.

- Cheers.
(glasses clink)

- You came from Dave to me.

I like that.

Because I have something to tell
you.

- About Dave?

- No.

No, I know how you feel about
him.

I'm not blind, you know?

- Oh, Harold.

If you're jealous of Dave,

I can assure it's quite without
reason.

- Without reason you say?

Without reason.

No, that isn't what I
wanted to talk to you about.

There's something else.

And this is the perfect place to
do it.

- You said you'd made up
your mind about something.

- Yes, my darling.

I have.

And we won't be interrupted
here.

Now I don't want you to be
frightened by what I have to
say.

And run away as you did with
Edwin.

- But he intended to.

(suspenseful music)

- Edwin killed those women
in hatred and revenge.

But I've decided tonight

to make you completely my own
for love.

In the full aesthetic moment

of final sacrifice.

(Daphne gasps)

Pain is only a secret name
for pleasure, my darling.

And there can be no true
sacrifice,

no complete feeling of love,

unless the victim dies.

(dramatic music)

- Dave!

Dave, Dave!

Dave!

- You're mine, Daphne.

No one else's.

Just mine.

(cart thudding)

- No, help, help!

Help, help!

(Harold grunts)

(objects smashing)

(cabinet crashing)

(Harold grunting)

- He really caught this
contagion,

this spirit of killing from
Edwin.

A strange and ancient illusion
that by blood sacrifice

you can reach a more intense
communion.

Jealously unbalanced his mind.

But you're safe now.

- Harold is here.

I knew he would be.

I've been looking forward to it.

(suspenseful music)

Now there is just time
enough for my escape act.

(box clanking)

(box whirring)

- Good night.

(upbeat suspenseful music)

(upbeat suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)