Original subtitles

DE WINTER: Nonsense. I've made my views quite clear to you.

MRS DANVERS: Might I ask, sir, how you heard?

Never mind who told me, it's of no importance.

I happen to know he was here this afternoon when I was not.

I won't have Jack Favell inside the gates!

Write and tell him to keep away.

If you want to see him, you can do so outside Manderley.

Do you understand?

I won't warn you about this again.

(Door opens softly, then shuts)

Oh, Maxim, do say yes.

Don't be an old stick-in-the-mud, it's a splendid idea.

It's just what you need to set you up as mistress of Manderley.

The fancy-dress ball was the show of the year. Top dog.

Grand sight. Manderley lit up. I love fireworks.

- It does sound daunting. - You'll carry it off.

You needn't do anything alarming.

Just receive the guests and dance the night away

with the Charlie Chaplins and Napoleons.

Yes, my God. The whole county making fools of themselves.

He always groans and always enjoys it in the end.

- Do I? - That's a yes!

Yippee, old boy!

What will you wear?

Oh, I never dress up.

It's the one perk I insist on.

What about you? Little Bo Peep?

Alice in Wonderland!

No, nothing like that.

What, then?

Wait and see. You might get the surprise of your life, Maxim.

Oh, Lord!

I'd like to help organise.

Leave that to Frank and old Danvers.

- They know the form. - Quite right.

Never volunteer. You just have fun!

Come and look, Clarice.

Which do you like best?

Oh, madam, they look beautiful!

Hm, I'm not sure.

It's so exciting.

Mr Frith says it will be just like old times.

You should hear my mother talking about it! She's thrilled.

It has to be really special.

Oh, madam, it'll be wonderful!

Deciding what to wear, madam?

Nothing seems quite suitable, Mrs Danvers.

I wonder you don't copy one of Manderley's own pictures in the gallery.

I hadn't thought of that.

It's not for me to suggest but...

...but I remember you admired the portrait of a young lady all in white.

Yes, I do.

Thank you, Mrs Danvers.

I should need a wig, of course, as well as the costume.

I know excellent shops in London for that sort of thing.

And it must be kept a secret to surprise Mr de Winter.

I think I know how to keep a secret, madam.

What are you thinking about?

Hm?

Nothing.

You look like a little criminal. What is it?

Nothing, really.

What goes on in the tortuous minds of women would baffle anyone.

I don't like to think of you as a scheming kind of woman.

There you are, Mr Crawley.

Bed the plants down there.

Get a move on!

You take this one, James.

Right.

Take the glasses over there. Flowers down there.

(Band tunes up)

It's perfect, madam. Fit for a queen, madam!

So handsome.

Oh, yes, it is.

It is, it is, Clarice! Oh, it is!

Now the wig, Clarice.

(Knocks) Are you ready?

Beatrice? You can't come in!

I'm dying to see you. Come on, before the mob arrive!

Just another minute. Wait downstairs.

This had better be good!

Now the hat.

Oh, madam, what will Mr de Winter say?

Oh, yes! What will he say?

I can't imagine what's going on up there. She's been hours.

Big occasion for her, old boy.

Miss Caroline de Winter!

(Gasps)

What the hell are you doing?

It's the picture.

The white dress.

Go and change now before anybody comes.

Change?

Yes. It doesn't matter into what, anything will do.

Why are you standing there? Didn't you hear what I said?

(Sobbing)

Of course I knew at once it was just a mistake.

You couldn't possibly have known, why should you?

Known what?

About the dress. The picture you copied.

It's what Rebecca did for the last fancy-dress ball. Identical!

There you stood on the stairs.

For one ghastly moment I really thought...

Well, it's over now.

Poor dear. How were you to know?

I ought to have known.

Nonsense.

How could it have occurred to any of us?

But it was such a shock, you see. And Maxim...

Yes, Maxim?

Well, Maxim thinks, you see, that it was deliberate on your part.

Because you did tell him you'd surprise him.

For him it was a frightful shock. You can imagine!

Yes.

I should have known. I should have seen.

No, no!

Look, don't worry.

You'll be able to explain the whole thing to him quietly.

Everything will be hunky-dory!

We can tell everyone that the shop sent the wrong costume.

And that you're coming down in ordinary evening dress.

Now. Let's find you something nice.

Why not? Make anything up.

What does it matter?

That's the way! For Maxim's sake.

(Tinkling of headdress)

# JOHANN STRAUSS: Spring Voices

WOMAN: She's not a bit like I'd imagined.

MAN: Apparently, her costume didn't please her.

YOUNG WOMAN: I heard they had a colossal row!

Heard about the mix-up over the outfit. Sue the shop, I would!

Show 'em what's what. England and Manderley expect, damn it!

(Titters)

They aren't dancing at all.

You've done wonders, considering. And it's a sweet little frock, really.

Tonight, Josephine?

Sorry, de Winter. Emperor's prerogative!

(Chuckles)

# Tea For Two

...absolutely charming.

Oooh!

This bonny prince is much better on a horse. Meet Colonel Julyan.

Charmed, Mrs de Winter.

Doesn't look like the pillar of rectitude one expects from a magistrate.

- Come on, Charlie. - Come on, my dear.

(Laughter)

(Admiring gasps)

Capital! Well done, Manderley!

# God save our gracious king

# Long live our noble king

# God save our king

# Send him victorious

# Happy and glorious

(Faintly) # Long to reign over us...

Let's stop pretending. You don't love me, you love Rebecca.

You've never forgotten about her.

You think about her night and day - Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca.

No. you're wrong.

What does it matter that I love you? What kind of love is it to you?

It's like a child or a pet dog.

No!

You want something else I can't give you - what you had with her.

You belong to Rebecca.

I have to...

No! Don't touch me. I'm not Rebecca.

But she's here. In this room. I can smell the scent she wears.

- Please! - No! No.

(Door shuts)

I am not Rebecca.

(Foghorns)

Good morning, madam. We cleared away, but if you would like breakfast...

No, that's quite all right, Frith. It is late.

Did Mr de Winter have breakfast?

Er, no, madam.

Is he in the library?

No, madam. I haven't seen Mr de Winter this morning.

Good morning.

Morning, madam.

I'm afraid we made a lot of work for you.

As long as everyone enjoys themselves, that's what matters.

Yes, of course.

Have you seen Mr de Winter?

No, madam, not yet. Not this morning.

Thank you.

Is anything the matter?

I must find Maxim.

He's not in the office.

He's probably gone for a walk. Morning after.

It must have been distressing for you.

He didn't come to bed last night, Frank.

I said things to him and didn't let him answer.

You're still tired. Get some more rest until he comes back.

You mustn't blame yourself. You weren't to know about the dress.

Look, I've got to get going.

Don't worry too much about Maxim. He'll turn up when he's ready.

It's his way!

You've done what you wanted. Are you happy now?

You made me wear that dress last night.

You did it just to hurt Mr de Winter. To make him suffer.

Hasn't he suffered enough?

Do you think his pain can bring Rebecca back again?

What do I care about his suffering? He's never cared about mine.

How do you think I've felt, watching you take her place,

walk in her footsteps. touch the things that were hers?

What do you think it's meant to me, hearing the servants call you Mrs de Winter...

all the while my Mrs de Winter lying dead and forgotten in the church crypt!

He deserves to suffer!

Marrying a chit of girl not ten months after!

Well, he's paying for it, isn't he?

He's made his own hell. He has no-one but himself to thank for it.

It isn't true. We were happy together.

On honeymoon? He's a man isn't he?

Course he enjoyed himself!

How dare you speak to me like that!

A bit of spirit after all.

Spirit! No-one could match my lady for spirit.

I looked after her ever since she was a child.

She had men turning their heads to stare at her when she was 12 years old.

She always knew she was going to be a beauty.

They were a pair, her and her cousin Mr Jack.

Did just whatever they liked together.

She had the strength of a little lion!

I remember her on one of her father's horses, a real brute they said she'd never ride.

I can see her now, her hair flying out behind her,

slashing at him, digging the spurs in!

She rode him, all right.

She had him trembling all over, all froth and blood.

"That'll teach him, won't it, Danny?" She said.

And that's how she went at life. Till she died.

She's dead.

Oh, oh, she's dead!

You're ill, Mrs Danvers.

You should rest. See a doctor.

Leave me alone!

What's it to you if I show my feelings? I'm not ashamed of them.

I don't shut myself up in my room to cry like Mr de Winter.

Oh, yes, I used to hear him,

behind his door like a trapped animal.

You must stop this.

He was mad about her.

Like every man who ever looked at her.

And he was so jealous. He still is.

That's why he won't let Mr Jack come here.

I won't listen!

It's no use, is it?

You'll never get the better of her.

Even dead, she's still mistress here.

She'll always be the real Mrs de Winter.

Why don't you leave Manderley to her?

He wants to be alone with her again.

It's you that should be dead.

Why don't you jump?

It's easy.

It wouldn't hurt. Jump...

...and have done with it.

Then you won't be unhappy any more.

Go on. Don't be afraid.

It's for the best.

(Explosions)

What is it?

It's the rockets. There must be a ship down in the bay.

MAN: She's fast on the reef, you'll have to get the crew off.

I'll get the men.

When you see Mr de Winter, madam...

tell him there'll be a hot meal ready for the men at any time.

(Urgent voices)

BYSTANDER: Lifeboat's coming out.

Thank you, Frith.

I hope you won't think me odd. I've been in a daze.

Would madam perhaps like me to send for Clarice?

Perhaps you'd like to lie down?

No. I'll go down to the cove.

Everyone else seems to be there.

Yes, indeed.

Very good, madam.

Is anyone hurt?

Nothing serious.

She'll not go down too fast.

Lifeboat's here at last.

Got him?

Got him.

Maxim's always splendid about things like this.

- Can't do enough. - I'm sure.

I'd better go and round up the troops.

They seem to want to make a day of it. Shall you stay?

Yes.

Three more to come!

Steady now. Sit him down.

She'll break up bit by bit.

She'll not sink like a stone like the little 'un.

The fishes have eaten her by now.

- What do you mean, Ben? - Her! The other one.

I looked in. She said she'd have me put in the asylum.

She can't now, can she? The fishes have eaten her.

She can't now can she7 The fishes have eaten her.

They have, haven't they?

You've nothing to worry about, Ben.

MAN: Daniel, over here!

You'll be fine.

Will they be all right, the sailors on the wreck?

No-one's much hurt.

They'll be taken to the harbour for check-ups.

Are you all right?

You look tired.

I haven't slept. I've just walked.

All night?

Have you forgiven me? For last night, all I said?

Am I forgiven?

Can we start all over again? Be truthful with each other?

Please, Maxim. I've grown up since last night. I'll never be a child again.

Won't you?

Mr de Winter, sir?

I have to see you, sir. This is the harbour master.

Repeat. I have to see you, Mr de Winter.

- Matter of urgency. - What the devil is this about?

It's my stretch of the coast. Some red tape or other.

Look after things, will you, Frank?

Yes, of course.

He'll be all right.

If I could have a quiet word, please, sir. I'm sorry.

This is a delicate matter and it should remain between us.

The last thing I want to do is cause you both any pain or distress.

It's hard that we can't just let the past lie quiet,

but I don't see how we can under the circumstances.

We sent a diver down.

He found the little sailing boat that belonged to the late Mrs de Winter.

But that isn't all.

There's a body in the cabin.

No flesh on it, of course, the water's seen to that.

I'm sorry, Mr de Winter, but it's my duty to tell you and report it further. Officially.

Yes. Of course.

MRS DE WINTER: Becca was supposed to be alone.

There was someone with her. And no-one knew.

So it appears, madam.

But there was a lot about it in the papers. No-one was reported missing.

Not now.

Questions to be asked and answered.

There'll be publicity, I 'm afraid. An inquest, of course.

Maxim, I'm so sorry.

Must you put my husband through this all over again?

I have to report that body.

It's too late. We've lost our chance of happiness.

No!

It's happened. The thing I always knew would happen. Always!

I remember that look in her eyes before she died... She knew this would happen.

Rebecca knew she'd win in the end.

What are you telling me?

It's Rebecca's body they've found in the boat!

No.

Look, the woman in the crypt is someone...

belonging nowhere - no name, unclaimed.

There never was an accident.

Rebecca didn't drown.

I killed her.

I killed her in the cottage.

I carried her body to the boat and sank it.

Can you tell me you love me now?

No.

I'm a fool even to ask it.

Over. Everything.

Maxim, look at me.

Look at me, Maxim.

We can't lose each other.

I love you, Maxim.

What else is there?

Oh, God, I love you!

I love you.

MAXIM: I hated her.

We never really loved each other.

I don't think she was ever capable of love.

All those years.

All a pretence?

When I married her, I was told I was the luckiest man in the world.

Wasn't she so lovely? So accomplished, so amusing.

I got the truth five days after we were married.

Remember that day in the car above Monte Carlo? You asked if I'd been there before.

She told me all about herself.

The affairs she'd had, the sort of men...

Plenty of detail.

And she didn't intend to change.

Look...

...I'll make a bargain with you.

Of course I'll look after your precious Manderley for you.

I'll make it the most famous showplace in the country.

_ They'll say we are the happiest, luckiest, handsomest couple in all England.

What a triumph!

What a goddamn triumph we'll be, Max. (Laughs)

Oh, what a leg-pull! What a wonderful, marvellous joke!

You'll go along with it, Max.

Of course you will.

Anything for the pride and honour of your good name... and Manderley.

Of course you will.

She was right.

I did.

I was a coward.

I just couldn't face the humiliation.

She was so clever.

They all believed in her down here. Servants, friends, relations.

None of them knew how she despised them all.

She'd walk around some garden party, arm-in-arm with me...

a smile on her face like an angel.

The next day she'd scurry back up to London to that flat of hers,

like some animal to its hole in a ditch.

You don't have to tell me any more.

Months, years, I accepted it.

Because of Manderley.

What she did in London didn't touch me, because it didn't hurt Manderley, so I told myself.

Then she started bringing her special friends down here.

Midnight picnics at the cottage.

Especially that cousin, Jack Favell. I couldn't allow that.

Not here, not him.

I told her I'd kill him if I found him anywhere at Manderley.

And one night I came home late.

She'd gone up to London that morning...

I was surprised she'd come back already. Some of her things were in the hall.

I knew where she'd be.

And he'd be there with her.

I couldn't stand it any longer, all the lies, deceit.

I had to make it stop.

She could live in London with him, or the other men, if she wanted to...

but not here at Manderley.

She could go.

It was over. Finished.

REBECCA: Well, you're wrong, Max.

Put the gun away. He isn't here.

No-one's here.

And it isn't over, Max.

I'm not prepared to just go.

I'm divorcing you.

(Laughs)

Haven't you thought how damned hard that would be?

Think of us in a court of law.

We have the model marriage, don't we, Max?

Everyone knows that.

I'll get proof.

No, you won't. Not a chance!

We've played our parts too well.

We're a loving couple. We adore each other.

Not a servant here knows any different.

Take Danny.

Did anyone ever have a more personal maid?

She'd swear anything for me in court.

You wouldn't have a hope in hell.

I could kill you.

Suppose I had a child, Max.

Who's going to prove it isn't yours? No-one.

It would give you the thrill of your life to watch my son grow into his inheritance.

It won't happen.

God, it's funny. All the smug locals and miserable peasants

who bow and scrape to you, they'll be so pleased.

"What we've always hoped for," they'll all say.

I'll be the perfect mother, Max.

Just like I've been the perfect wife. And none of them will ever know.

(Chokes)

(Grunts)

I got her into the cabin.

Took the boat out into the bay...

and used a spike to drive holes in the bottom boards.

I left her there.

I waited and watched till it was all over.

It seemed like a lifetime.

The boat sank too close in to the shore.

I couldn't handle her well enough.

If I'd got further out beyond the reef they'd never have found her.

It was the shipwreck. If that hadn't happened...

She was too close in.

And finding you hasn't made any difference.

Loving you hasn't altered things.

She knew she'd destroy me in the end.

Rebecca is dead. She can't harm you any more.

There's her body. They'll identify it.

Her rings, maybe her clothes.

She wasn't lost at sea, battered against the rocks.

If they find out it's Rebecca, you must say the other body was a mistake.

The body in the crypt was a mistake. When you identified it, you were distraught, ill.

You didn't know what you were doing. It was a mistake.

You will say that, won't you, Max?

Yes. Yes, I will.

I killed Rebecca. It's done.

I don't have any remorse for that.

What I regret is what I've done to you.

See? It's gone.

That funny, young, lost look you used to have that I loved so much.

It's gone and it won't come back.

I killed that too.

But we have each other.

They can't prove anything against you.

Nobody saw you that night. No-one knows but you and I, Maxim.

The only two people in the world.

You must do this for us.

You say it was not unusual for your late wife to take her boat out alone.

Not at all unusual. It was one of her great pleasures.

- She was an accomplished yachtswoman? - Very.

She was accomplished at everything she did.

I was asking about her ability to handle a sailing boat.

She was highly proficient.

What can it matter now? Stupid waste of time!

I would prefer no comment on the evidence given in my court.

Watch your step, girl.

Sailing calls for caution in the judgement of weather, doesn't it?

Of course.

Would you describe your late wife as reckless?

Certainly not.

But she did have a reputation for welcoming danger.

What do you mean?

As a sportswoman, Mr de Winter.

Yes, I suppose that's true. She was not a timid person.

You can say that again!

Manners, Bee.

A strong-willed woman, Mr de Winter?

It's fair to say she knew her own mind.

You are James Tabb, boat builder.

You say you converted the late Mrs de Winter's sailing yacht...

from its original construction as a fishing boat. Is that correct?

It is, sir.

Was the boat fit to put to sea?

She was when I fitted her out.

It was Mrs de Winter's fourth season with her.

Had the boat ever capsized before?

No, sir.

And I'd have heard if it had!

I suppose great care would be needed to handle this small vessel in rough weather.

She wasn't a cranky little craft, like some. She was stout and seaworthy.

Mrs de Winter had sailed her in much worse weather.

(Door opens and shuts)

Did it surprise you that the boat was lost that night?

I couldn't understand it, and I've said so all along.

She was lost. That's all there is to it!

CORONER: But if Mrs de Winter went below for a coat, as is supposed...

and a gust of wind came along, it would be enough to capsize the boat.

No.

No, not in my view.

CORONER: Well, that seems to be what happened.

No-one blames your workmanship.

I accept that you delivered the boat in sound condition, which is all I need from you.

It seems Mrs de Winter relaxed her watchfulness and lost her life.

It's happened before in local waters.

Excuse me, sir.

There's a bit more to it than that.

Indeed? What, precisely?

After the boat was brought up, I got permission from the harbour master to examine her.

What I want to know is, who drove the holes in her planking?

What's the fellow telling us now?

Are you saying, deliberately done?

I am, sir. I'm saying the boat never capsized at all. She was scuttled.

What does the man think he's saying?

Mr de Winter, do you know anything about those holes?

Nothing whatever.

It is a shock to you, of course.

It was a shock to find that I made a mistake in identification 12 months ago.

Now I find that my late wife not only drowned in her cabin,

but that the boat was damaged deliberately to sink.

Are you surprised that I am shocked?

Mr de Winter, we all feel deeply for you.

But I have to inquire into this and will do so.

I don't do it for my amusement.

That's quite obvious.

Maxim, don't lose your temper.

Do we agree that whoever took the boat out must have driven the holes?

So it appears.

It appears very strange, does it not?

Certainly.

You have no suggestion to offer?

None at all.

Mr de Winter painful as it may be,

it is my duty to ask you a very personal question.

Very well.

Were relations between you and the late Rebecca de Winter perfectly happy?

That's disgraceful!

Will someone please help my wife?

We'll take her out.

All right. Careful.

Feeling better? Good girl.

I'm sorry. What a stupid thing to do.

It was so hot in there.

That stupid little man asking those ridiculous questions!

What does he think he's doing?

Bloody silly business.

Where's Maxim?

Still in there.

They're probably going over it again.

I'm going to take you home now.

- No. I must stay with him. - Maxim told me to take you home.

Giles and Beatrice will stay.

It's what Maxim wants.

You behave in there.

Coroner ticked her off.

Stupid little man. Fancy listening to that boat builder!

How can he tell how those holes were made after all this time?

Boat builder's probably a communist, making trouble. Just what they'd do.

Jack Favell. Why was he there?

Rebecca was his cousin.

Why was he with Mrs Danvers?

- He's known her since he was a boy. - I know, Frank.

But what does he want now? Is he going to tell them something against Maxim?

I can't think what.

Favell and Mrs Danvers - so mixed up with Rebecca's other life.

It frightens me.

You need to lie down. All this has upset you.

You know as much as anybody, Frank. What's going to happen?

If Maxim keeps his temper and doesn't say things he doesn't mean,

why shouldn't it end up like it was before?

It always was a puzzle.

She was alone in the boat and she drowned. Strange accident.

And that's all you know?

You will lie down, won't you?

I ought to be there with him.

He will come home today, won't he?

Please. Go and rest.

(Thunder)

(Thunder)

Go on.

Don't be afraid.

(Gasps)

I'm glad I killed her.

I'm glad I killed her!

You see? It's gone.

That funny, young, lost look you used to have that I loved so much.

It's gone and it won't come back. I killed that too.

The jury brought in suicide, without sufficient evidence to show state of mind.

Finished?

Not quite. Frank and I have to go to church to bury her.

Just the two of us and the vicar. And then it's over.

Go in.

I have to go.

Yes. Please show him in, Frith.

Very good, madam.

Good of you to let me in out of the rain.

Didn't think old Max would be back yet. Last rites and all that.

I brought Danny back. She's feeling knocked sideways by it all.

What do you want?

I could use a large whisky and soda. Mind if I help myself?

Why do you want to see Maxim?

Oh, you'd have been proud of old Max if you'd stayed.

Terrific show he put up.

Stonewalled 'em all the way. Such dignity. Never raised his voice.

Made the coroner look a real guttersnipe with his prying questions.

What questions?

Oh, nothing damaging. Although he would keep fishing.

Did Rebecca have any money troubles, for one thing.

Money troubles, for God's sake!

Rebecca must be laughing her knickers off.

Why not call in at the estate office in the morning if you need to see Maxim?

Oh, now, don't chase me away.

You think I'm the big bad wolf, don't you?

I'm not. Really.

I'm just a perfectly ordinary, harmless bloke.

I think you're behaving splendidly over all this...

...taking on this great place.

Meeting all these strange new people.

Putting up with old Max and his moods.

And then finding out the truth.

Because you do know the truth, don't you? That's why you fainted.

I don't understand you. I think you should leave.

I'm going to see justice is done to Rebecca. Suicide? My God!

Was the jury picked from a loony bin?

(Door opens)

Get out. You've been told before.

Hold on, Max. I'm here to congratulate you on the inquest.

Raise a glass to your nerve. Mind if I?

Shall I throw you out?

Listen to me, Max. I can make things very unpleasant for you.

Dangerous, in fact.

Tell me how.

Look, let's come clean about all this.

I don't suppose there are any secrets between you and your wife.

And from the look of things, Crawley here makes up a happy trio.

Would you like to leave us alone?

No. I'd rather stay. Really, Maxim.

I'll speak plainly. You all know Rebecca and me were lovers.

I've never denied it. Never will.

When she drowned it hit me hard. Bloody hard.

But it seemed it was just an accident. Just lousy bad luck.

Until today.

Now we know better.

Nothing to do with luck, was it?

CRAWLEY: Suicide. Legal verdict.

Except that I have other evidence.

This is the last letter Rebecca ever wrote to me.

It has a date and time on it. The afternoon before she died.

"I tried to ring you from the flat, but no answer. I'm going to Manders.

I shall be at the cottage if you get this follow me down in the car.

I'll spend the night at the cottage and leave the door open for you.

I've got something to tell you and I want to see you as soon as possible.

Rebecca."

"I want to see you as soon as possible."

Is that a note you'd write when you're about to commit suicide?

"I've got something to tell you." And then you drown yourself?

I'd been to a hell of a party that night. Didn't see the letter till the next morning.

By the time I got round to phoning here, old Danny gave me the news.

Didn't help the hangover much!

Didn't help the hangover much!

If I'd read this out to the coroner today, it would have made things tricky for you.

Why didn't you?

Well, for one thing, old Danny doesn't know about it yet.

And I don't think we want her to, do we?

If Danny were to find out that someone else had holed the boat...

that someone had murdered her beloved Rebecca,

you, Max, in a jealous rage, which is what I'd certainly tell her...

I'd say that'd send old Danny right off her rocker.

God knows what she might be capable of.

You and yours wouldn't be safe even if you were acquitted, which I doubt.

Maxim?

You're just guessing. You have no proof.

Good old loyal Frank. Always sucking up to your lord and master.

MAXIM: Stop that, Favell.

What is it you want?

I don't want to smash you, Max.

God knows you've never been a friend to me, but I don't bear any malice.

All married men with lovely wives are jealous.

And some can't help playing Othello.

I don't blame them.

I'm sorry for them.

Why can't fellows share their wives...

...instead of killing them?

You still get your fun. A lovely woman isn't a motor tyre, she doesn't wear out.

The more you use her, the better she goes.

For God's sake, man!

You snotty prig. You tried your luck with Rebecca and didn't get far, did you?

Think it'll be easier with the new bride?

An arm every time she faints and she'll be so grateful.

Maxim, no!

Leave it. Leave it!

You asked for that.

Did I?

I want some money out of this, Max.

For what?

Keeping quiet.

Not a penny!

What do you have in mind?

Two or three thousand a year. For life. You can afford it.

Cheap enough to save your neck.

Blackmail? Never!

Insurance. Best you ever had.

Frank, get him cleaned up and get him out.

Come on.

Max, it's all gone too far.

Rebecca's note, the way you set about me in a jealous rage,

just the way you had to kill Rebecca.

If I go to the police, that'll be it.

No-one will arrest me for giving you a bloody nose.

It's an occupational hazard in your kind of life.

Max, old boy, see sense. Make me an offer.

Or else.

While you're washing your face, Favell, I'm going to call Colonel Julyan.

He's the district magistrate.

When he gets here, tell him your story. See what he thinks about blackmail.

You wouldn't dare!

Frank, get him to the bathroom, please.

Colonel Julyan can be here in half an hour.

You're putting a noose round your neck.

You're drunk.

You two think about that.

You had your chance!

He knows. He knows.

I'm calling his bluff.

He only wants money. You could send him away.

He'd always be there. We'd be his prisoners like I was Rebecca's.

I'm frightened, Maxim.

Something dreadful will happen if we don't stop him.

We must face him down till he's got nothing left.

And then we're finished with him, and finished with Rebecca.

Remember, he's only guessing. He knows nothing.

Oh, Maxim.

I'm going to call Julyan.

- Evening. - Good evening, sir.

Why haven't you spoken up about this before?

He hoped I would pay him not to. Preposterous. It's a confidence trick.

And he's a murderer! He'll pay for that

Gentlemen, I am here because of serious accusations made by both of you.

Not in order to witness a brawl.

And this letter isn't evidence of anything criminal.

Precisely.

There's more, what's behind it.

Rebecca wasn't a wife to you.

When was the last time you touched her? She was going to ditch you and marry me.

And you could see it coming. The shame of it, the public degradation.

Too much for Maxim de Winter.

So you killed her.

Utter make-believe.

Who's going to say all this in court, apart from you?

Call in the police. I'm ready.

I hardly think you are yet.

Give it up, Favell. You don't have a single witness.

Oh, don't I?

You could be wrong.

There is someone. He was always creeping about the woods and the bay.

And the cottage. He saw plenty he shouldn't have. We had to scare him off.

I never said nothing.

Shall we have the sweet-smelling Ben along to tell us what he saw,

when he was playing peeping Tom?

No, don't.

I mean, it isn't fair on someone like that.

FAVELL: Max?

Frank, would you be good enough to get Ben along here, please?

It shouldn't take long.

Yes. Of course.

To Manderley. Eh, Max?

You did it all for this pile of stones and a few serfs tugging their forelocks.

Can I get anybody a drink?

Don't worry, Ben. There's nothing wrong.

No-one is going to hurt you.

Hello, Ben. How's life been treating you since I saw you last?

You know who I am, don't you?

Eh?

Go on. Take one.

As many as you like.

It's all right, Ben.

Now... You know me, don't you?

You've seen me at the cottage on the beach, haven't you?

I never seen you.

Don't be a bloody fool. You saw me at the cottage with Mrs de Winter.

I never seen you!

FAVELL: Will this make you remember?

Has he come to take me to the asylum?

Answer me! You saw me with Mrs de Winter.

- More than once! - She's gone.

You saw us in the woods and at the cottage!

I never seen you!

Don't be frightened, Ben.

I don't want to go to the asylum. I want to stay out!

Favell!

Oh, yes, he's Manderley property. Says whatever you want!

He'd tell the truth if I put a stick across his back!

All right, Frank.

BEN: I want to go home!

Find him something nice to eat, Robert, then take him home.

Off with you, Ben. Nothing's wrong.

Don't hurry him, Robert.

Yes, sir.

Get out, Favell.

Not finished yet.

Get Danny in here.

Let's tell her who killed Rebecca.

Frank, do as he wishes.

How did you do it, Max?

You didn't beat her brains in.

No sign of violent injury.

Did you... smother her?

Strangle her?

Drown her?

Don't overreach yourself, Favell.

Mrs Danvers, please come in.

Mr Favell has something to ask you.

Danny, tell these people about Rebecca and me.

Tell them what?

You know damn well.

We lived together on and off for years. She was in love with me.

No. She wasn't.

She wasn't in love with you. Or Mr de Winter.

Or any man.

She despised men!

She was above all that.

You old fool!

Didn't she meet me at the cottage, spend weekends with me in London?

What if she did? She had a right to amuse herself.

Love? With you?

With any of you?

It was a game to her. She told me so.

Make love with you? Or any man?

She did it to make herself laugh.

I've known her come back and sit upstairs in her bed...

and shake with laughter at the lot of you!

You were her favourite, but it was always a game.

I...

was the only one...

...she really loved.

They say that drowning...

...is painless, isn't it?

There's your witness, Favell.

There's still Rebecca's letter. It was no suicide note.

She was going to tell me something.

But what? If we knew that, it might explain everything.

You'll never know now.

It might just tell us what it was made you snap at last, eh, Max?

You're finished. You're clutching at straws.

Why was she in London that day? What was she doing? Who did she see?

Pointless. Forget it.

No, Frank. Let him chase his own tail if he wants.

It's something dogs do.

I'm going to nail you, Max. One way or another.

No, you're not. Not without evidence. And we don't know where she went.

I have her private engagement diary.

I kept all those things.

Mr de Winter never asked for them.

There's an address book, too.

Do you want to see them?

Thank you, Danny!

De Winter, do you mind if we see this diary?

- Shall we go and get it? - I should do that.

- Mrs de Winter, will you come with us? - Of course.

FAVELL: Now...

Where will this lead us, Max?

Yes. If you would, please.

It is rather important.

Well, that would be splendid.

Yes.

She went to her hairdresser, then to her club for lunch.

Then to see someone called Baker.

COLONEL JULYAN: Thank you. Most considerate. Goodbye.

Baker's a medical man.

Clinical consultant. Women's specialist.

He'll see us tomorrow afternoon.

You know what he's going to say, don't you, Max?

Now it all fits together.

Now we know what sent you over the edge that night.

Rebecca was pregnant with my child.

She told you, as she'd have told me if I'd got down here.

That drove you to frenzy and you had to kill her.

Stop it! Stop it!

How low can you stoop, Favell?

You're finished, Max.

I'm going to hang you.

Maxim.

Look at me.

The woman who consulted me, giving her name as Mrs Rebecca Danvers, was very ill.

Very seriously ill.

Clearly she gave me a false name because she wanted confidentiality.

Our profession has to respect that like the Confession, but...

from your description, this was your wife, Mr de Winter.

And she's now dead.

- The circumstances are exceptional. - Yes...

Get on with it, can't you?

There were two consultations.

The second was to tell her the results of the examination and X-rays from the first

and the implications.

She told me very forcefully that she wanted the plain, simple truth.

No hints or evasions.

Yes, yes.

That was what I gave her.

She had no more than a few months to live.

Cancer had taken a firm hold.

An operation would have been useless.

Outwardly she appeared to be a completely healthy woman.

But the pain would increase from week to week...

and she would have to be kept under morphia until the end came.

She said she'd been suspecting it for some time.

Oh, Christ.

There is one other thing you should know, Mr de Winter.

X-rays showed she had a malformation of the uterus.

She would never have been able to have a child.

But that was a separate condition, nothing to do with the cancer.

Um, thank you for your assistance, Dr Baker.

(Music from barrel organ)

Oh, my God, Rebecca.

(Barrel organ)

Tell that bloody fellow with the barrel organ to clear out.

I can't stand his blasted row.

Can he drive his car?

Give me a minute. I'll be all right.

This has been a damned unholy shock to me.

Cancer. Who'd have thought?

A woman like that...

Pull yourself together, man, for heaven's sake.

Turned out well for you, eh, Max?

Your lucky day!

You've got your motive for suicide.

Except I still don't believe it.

You'll have to now.

Not me.

Then keep it to yourself.

The law is most severe on slanderous accusations.

You two need to be alone. I'll take Favell to his flat and catch the night train.

Get in, Favell!

This should be the end of the matter.

But you know how stories spread in country districts, given half a chance.

You may feel like getting away for a bit. Why not go abroad?

You know the old saying: Out of sight, out of mind.

Just a thought.

Thank you.

Fare you well.

She lied to me about the baby because she wanted me to kill her.

Her last practical joke. The biggest of them all.

She can't hurt us anymore.

No.

Do you think Colonel Julyan could have suspected?

Quite possibly.

And Frank guessed long ago, didn't he?

Oh, I think so.

But he'd never say anything.

It's over.

We've got to begin again.

(Clink of bottle)

Where will we go?

Christ!

What time is it?

The sky's so red. Is it dawn already?

It's not dawn. It's Manderley.

(Horses whinny)

MAN: Get those horses right away!

Come on, right away!

Top floor.

(Smashing glass)

(Wild neighing)

Frank! Frith! For God's sake!

We're doing everything we can.

- Can we save it? - Maybe the ground floor.

- Oh, my God. Manderley. - We saved what we could, sir.

Is anyone hurt?

Nobody hurt, sir.

No-one's seen Mrs Danvers.

Maxim, don't!

- She may still be alive. - Maybe she doesn't want to live!

Maxim!

Maxim!

Mrs Danvers!

(Smashing glass)

(Coughs)

(Groans)

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

The house was a tomb.

Our fear and suffering lay buried in the ruins. There would be no resurrection.

But I knew that when I woke I would not be bitter.

I would think of Manderley as it might have been...

if we could have lived there without fear.

I would remember the rose garden in summer, tea under the chestnut tree.

The murmur of the sea from the lawns below.

These things will always be with me.

They are memories that cannot hurt,

and sweeten this exile we have brought upon ourselves.

But I will not tell Maxim about my dream. We never talk of Manderley.

And of course we can never go back.

Our little hotel is dull. Day after day dawns very much the same.

Yet we would not have it otherwise.

We are both free, although not unscathed, of course.

There will never be children.

But we are together, with no barriers between us.

He is wonderfully patient and never complains.

Not even when he remembers.

Which happens, I think, more often than he likes me to know.