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(soft, ominous music)

(knocking)

- Helen!

I have to talk to you.

Helen?

(dramatic music)

(woman shrieking)

- Oh!

Oh!

(dramatic, ominous music)

- Hi.

How'd it go?

It didn't go.

- You have to be an equity member.

A small time, out of town show and you got to be equity.

They need an American for the part,

I mean it was tailor-made for me.

- Now what?

- I'll think of something.

- Uh uh.

You're not hocking that.

- Oh come on Tim.

- This is my apartment, and that is my record player.

- Okay, well in that case.

I'm into you for another loan alright?

- On what collateral?

- My future successes.

- You were saying that three months ago.

Why don't you go home Dave?

- No, I'm not going home yet.

Listen Tim, when I left for Europe

they threw me a send-off at the station.

I mean it was big, they even had a five-piece band.

Well it was a very small town.

Besides, I don't have the fare, unless you--

- I'm sorry.

What will you do?

- I'll survive.

Look, I bluffed my way across half of Europe.

I'll survive.

Something will turn up.

(gasping)

(shrieking)

(ominous music)

- Betty.

This is Helen, Helen Curry.

Yes, I'm fine.

I'm sorry to call you so late.

Do you remember telling me about that analyst,

the man who helped your mother so much?

No, no, it's not for me.

A friend was asking and I remembered that--

- Ever thought that you might be getting

a bit long in the tooth.

- Oh yeah, lots of times.

Especially in the morning after I've tied one on

the night before.

- I know I mean this boy actor, this matinee idol bit.

Look it's not my business Dave, but I...

I would have thought if you hadn't made it

before you're 30, you're not going to.

- You're right.

It's none of your business.

- No, your right Tim.

You're right on both counts.

I should be setting my sights on something more solid.

Given a teeny amount of capital upfront Tim I think--

- I'm sorry, no more loans!

- Well there's always Susie isn't there?

Hmm.

I think I can con a few more pennies out of Susie.

- Look Susie is a nice girl.

- Yeah, but her dad's nicer.

Old dad's got the money.

- I don't like what you're doing to her.

- Aw come on!

Come on I flatter her don't I?

I put on a tuxedo--

- My tuxedo.

- Alright, your tuxedo.

I squire her around town.

I'm attentive, I'm admiring.

Hmm, I ply her with witty and sparkling conversation.

- And always let her pick up the tab.

You're a louse.

- Only when I'm flat broke Tim.

- Which is always.

- Yeah, but you're forgetting--

(phone ringing)

Hello.

- [Helen] Dr. Porton.

- What?

- Dr. Porton.

You don't know me, but my name is Curry, Helen Curry.

I wouldn't call you so late, but this is very urgent.

- Now, now, just a minute I--

- [Helen] Dr. Porton you've got to help me.

I think I'm going out of my mind.

These dreams, these terrible dreams.

I had this knife and there's blood.

Dr. Porton I'm going to kill someone.

I just know that if you don't help me

I'm going to kill someone.

- Hey look.

If you're going to kill somebody,

I think you better call the police.

- Please, you must see me tonight!

I could come to you.

I'm not very far out of town, perhaps you could come here.

- Look lady, you're making a big mistake.

I'm not Doctor--

- [Helen] Oh please I beg you!

If it's money, I don't care what it costs.

I'll pay anything, anything!

Will you please help?

- What is all this?

- Now, just hold on.

Hold on a minute.

Mrs. Curry is it?

- [Helen] Miss.

Miss Helen Curry.

- Alright Miss Curry.

You require an immediate consultation?

- [Helen] Yes.

Yes.

- I see, you're well aware of what my fees run?

- Oh come on Dave!

- Shh.

And that, well under these exceptional circumstances

I might have to charge double, or maybe even triple.

- [Helen] I don't care.

Anything, only please help me.

- Very well Miss Curry.

I don't usually do this but yes.

Yes, I'll see you tonight.

- [Helen] Oh thank God.

Should I come to you?

- No, no, I'll come to you.

What's the address.

- Now, now come--

- Will you shut up.

Now Miss Curry?

- [Helen] Five Willows, Steppingleigh.

Big house just outside town.

You can't miss it.

- Fine.

I'll see you as soon as I can.

- [Tim] What is going on?

- She must have misdialed.

That's it, she must have misdialed.

- Dave!

- Porton.

Porton.

Porton, Porton.

Dr. Porton, psychiatrist.

Here look.

Look I was right.

You see his number's two, two, one, five.

Ours is six.

She just dialed one digit wrong.

Boy I said something would turn up and it did.

- Dave, will you please tell me what is going on!

- Well a poor, neurotic girl needs some help Timmo.

A poor, neurotic, very rich girl.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell rings)

- Miss Curry.

- Dr. Porton?

- Yes.

- Please come in.

- Thank you.

You are uptight aren't you.

- It's these dreams, nightmares!

- I want to hear all about it.

That's, that's why I'm here.

But, not in the hallway huh?

- I'm sorry.

In here.

- Alright.

Nice house you have here.

Very big...

and expensive.

- Then I'm at the top of the stairs.

There's a knife in my hand.

There's blood and I'm screaming.

I'm scream...

And then I wake up.

- Hmmm.

- You can help me, can't you Dr. Porton?

- Yes.

Yes of course.

Tell me how long have you been having these dreams?

- Three, maybe four weeks.

- Uh huh.

And the man you kill, or the man you think you kill.

Who is he?

- I don't know.

I never saw him before.

- Hmm.

- I'm losing my mind aren't I.

I'm going--

- Well.

Miss Curry, you certainly are very disturbed

and you most certainly do need help.

My help.

But as far as losing your mind.

- Then you will help me!

- Yes, of course I will.

I'll try and devote as much time as I can to you.

We'll have to arrange for a series of sessions.

You got my number.

- Yes.

- Let me see.

Ah, that's my office number.

You know it's just lucky I happened to be in tonight

otherwise my secretary would have put you off

with an appointment for a couple of weeks away.

Now, this is my private line.

You can reach me there anytime.

I don't see any point in prescribing

anything at this hour.

I'll bring some sedatives along when I come back tomorrow,

say around noon?

- Fine.

- Fine.

- I feel better already having talked to you.

- I thought you might.

- Helen?

Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you had company.

- Ann.

This is Mr. Porton.

My sister Ann.

- Call me Dave.

- Hello.

- We're friends of friends.

We were just catching up on some old times.

- Well, I'll leave you to it then.

Night Helen.

Dave.

- Good night.

You don't want her to know I'm a doctor.

- No.

- Well don't worry I understand.

Now Miss Curry, there is the question of my fee.

It worked Tim.

It worked like a dream.

And all because of a dream.

Look at this.

Look at it.

Made out to cash.

And that is just a down payment.

I've hit a goldmine.

- You really went through with it.

- Of course I went through with it.

Listen you ought to,

hey do we have any of those coffee sweeteners

around here somewhere.

They ought to double as tranquilizers.

- Look Dave, this is immoral.

- Don't worry.

She can afford it and how.

- It is also illegal.

They could send you to jail for it.

- Yeah, well who's going to tell huh?

Not you.

Not you Tim, or I'll spread you all over these walls.

- I don't want anything to do with it.

- Come on, don't be so serious.

Listen, you know I did her some good.

She actually said she felt better after talking to me.

- Conning a sick girl.

- Sick, who said sick.

No, she's spoiled.

She's petulant.

She's got too much money for her own good

and too much imagination.

(suspenseful music)

(groaning)

You have it again.

What, the same man and you killed him?

- No, this time I was cleaning up the blood.

- The blood?

- Yes, there was a lot of blood.

Stairs, walls everywhere.

Such a lot of blood.

- [Dave] I see.

But otherwise the dreams the same?

- [Helen] More or less yes.

What does it mean?

- Helen, I'm not quite sure.

It's just a little bit too early to tell.

You know these things take time.

- I should call the police, the hospital.

Have myself committed.

- You can't do that Helen.

That would be...

Good morning Ann.

- Hi.

- See you later huh.

Helen, you mustn't think of calling hospitals

or the police, not ever.

You are my patient now and it would be, it would

be unethical for you to start looking around somewhere else.

- It's just these dreams.

These terrible dreams, if only I could--

- Well I'm going to fix that.

I'm going to fix that.

Here.

I want you to take four of those a day

and they'll calm you down.

Now they're sweet.

They are awful sweet.

In fact, you might think that's just what they are,

sweetness.

But they'll help, I promise.

Helen, you trust me don't you.

That's good.

Now no more talk of hospitals and no more talk of police,

alright.

- What does this dream mean?

- Well we'll talk it through again.

We'll talk it through again.

Alright.

Now you're on the stairway and there's this man.

- A man I don't know.

A man I never saw before.

- I don't hold out many hopes Miss Kirby.

If you reported your brother to the police

as a missing person.

- They weren't concerned!

Not at all!

- No I suppose not.

- He's 30 something, I'd say--

- 34.

- Well, miss.

A mature able-bodied man goes missing.

The cops tend to think it's his business.

Doubt I'll be that concerned.

He looks very able to take care of himself.

- But it's not like him not to make any contact

with me at all.

- For how long?

- Nearly four weeks.

- Hmm, I don't hold out many hopes.

- What about this Curry woman?

- Sorry?

- Well until recently he was seeing a Miss Curry.

Look, you see, it's noted in his diary several times.

Miss Curry, of Steppingleigh.

- That would explain it.

A man often loses his head over a woman.

And however mature he is--

- No, I phoned her.

- [Man] And?

- Well she said she hadn't seen him in weeks.

- But?

- Well I know it sounds stupid and I've got no reason

for saying so, but, I thought she was lying.

Well don't ask me why, it's just a feeling.

Woman's intuition.

- I've been in this business too long

to mistrust intuition Miss Kirby.

I'll drop by there and ask around.

- Oh thank you.

- But I'm just a private detective.

Private against all the police resources,

I don't hold out many hopes.

- Now my suggestion is, you take a couple of those pills

and go on up stairs and try to catch up on some sleep, hmm.

Helen, do you feel lighter since you've talked it out?

Well that's fine.

That's just what I want.

Alright, now do as I say.

Then, if you like, I can come back a little later

on this evening, hmm?

- Very kind.

You must be neglecting your other patients.

- Helen, you are my most important patient at the moment.

Believe me.

Off you go and get some rest.

(ominous music)

- You're a doctor, aren't you?

- Am I?

- Oh I expect you have some agreement with Helen.

But it doesn't matter, I can tell.

(sighing)

I'm glad.

I've been trying to persuade her for weeks

to see someone.

Is she very ill?

- You're trying to trap me into an admission.

- She is my sister and I'm concerned about her.

Very concerned.

And she worries about me.

That's partly what all this is about.

- [Dave] What do you mean?

- Paul.

Paul Kirby.

Just a man I met and brought home a couple of times.

I'm a couple of years older then Helen.

And she worries about me, about not getting married.

Being left on the shelf, you know.

So when I brought Paul home she started to get hopeful.

She started to get involved.

Almost as though he were her man.

- When did you last see him?

- Hmm, nearly four weeks ago.

- That's when the nightmares started.

- What?

- Oh nothing.

You've just given me some very useful information.

A lever.

- A lever?

- Hmm mm, to help your sister with.

Thanks Ann, very much.

Oh and I wouldn't worry about being left on the shelf.

No chance.

(moaning)

- No! No!

(doorbell ringing)

- Hello, anybody home?

Hello?

(banging)

Hello, who's there?

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(gasping)

- It's transference.

This looking out for the older sister thing,

it's called transference.

It's like wishful thinking.

You see Helen really wanted this Paul guy.

But he was her sister's boyfriend,

so she just told herself

she's looking out for sister Ann.

That's on the outside.

But on the inside, she really wanted him.

But she couldn't have him, so, she murdered him.

In her mind, in her nightmare,

she just does away with the guy.

That's my expert opinion anyway.

I wouldn't expect a mere layman like you

to be able to grasp it though.

What's the matter Tim?

You don't seem too impressed with my excellent analysis.

- I told you, I want nothing to do with it.

- Yeah, but you know we're really making progress--

- I don't want to hear about it.

- Okay.

Okay, suit yourself.

But you're missing out on some fascinating--

- Dave!

You are now acting below the louse level.

What you are doing is dirty and despicable.

- But harmless Timmo.

Completely harmless.

- Ann?

Ann, I'm going to make some tea.

Would you like some.

Oh no!

Oh my god no!

(ominous music)

No!

No!

(car hooting)

- Say that's pretty good for one horsepower.

- I know the short cuts.

(clicking)

Go on!

(laughing)

- You know you ride like a dream.

Maybe we could go out together some time?

- You ride?

- Do I ride?

Listen, I was practically born in the saddle.

How about tomorrow?

Can you rustle me up a mount.

- Well, I don't know about rustle.

They don't take too kindly to rustlers around here.

(laughing)

- Well, whatever, I'd like that.

- Yes, I'd like that too.

(door banging)

- Why hello Helen.

You nice and rested.

You hadn't forgotten I said I'd come back here today.

- Have to bed my horse down.

- Why don't you come down.

We'll have a drink and talk some more huh?

Or would you rather I come up there?

- No!

In the study.

(phone ringing)

- You're not yourself today Helen.

You're very quiet.

Something happen, something you want to tell me?

- No, nothing happened.

I slept this afternoon.

- And you dreamed, is that it.

- I don't know if this was a dream.

I'm not sure.

- Well tell me about it.

Let me figure it out.

You don't want to tell me about it.

Is that it?

Not yet anyway.

Well that's alright, it'll keep.

We're making fine progress, you know that.

- Am I?

How do I know?

- Well because I'm telling you.

And you believe me don't you Helen?

- Yes, I'm sorry.

- Alright.

Now then, how about your dream, what--

(doorbell rings)

- Yes?

- Miss Curry?

May I come in please.

I'm Sally Kirby, Paul's sister.

Paul Kirby.

I believe you and he were--

- No, that was Ann.

He was Ann's friend.

I'm afraid she isn't here at the moment.

Can I help?

- Only if you could tell me where I could find him.

I haven't seen or heard of Paul in four weeks Miss Curry.

I'm sure you can understand I'm very worried.

- Well we haven't seen Paul either.

- Not even a letter, or a call?

- No nothing.

- Forgive me, but if it was your sister

he was involved with there's no chance she might--

- No, she would have told me.

She shares everything with me.

I'm sorry, we can't help you.

Anyway Paul and Ann weren't that close you understand.

They were just friends, nothing more.

- He gave no indication of where he was going?

A job abroad?

- No!

I've told you, we can't help you.

- Anything I can do.

I'm sort of an advisor to Miss Curry

so if there's anything at all I can do.

- No, it was just a forlorn hope.

And I shouldn't even have come here, but I phoned Mr. O'Hara

and he didn't answer so I thought I'd--

But I suppose you've already been through it all with him.

- [Dave] With who?

- O'Hara.

He's the detective I've hired.

He was supposed to come out here today.

Hasn't he turned up yet?

- Well Miss Curry's been here all afternoon.

I'm sure if he had--

- No, nobody's called.

- Well in that case, he's likely to turn up.

I'm sorry you're being bothered like this

but I am very anxious about Paul.

We've always been so close you see.

Thanks anyway, if Paul does turn up--

- I'll get him to get in touch with you straightaway.

- Thank you.

- I tell you there's something creepy about that Curry girl.

I can't pin it down, but there's something creepy.

You know what I mean.

- You can check if you like but I don't think

I've overlooked anything.

That's right Dave, I'm throwing you out.

What you do is your business.

But where you do it, is mine.

I want you out.

- Aw come on Tim, you're crazy.

- I mean it Dave!

Out!

- Hey Tim.

Tim I've got a good thing going right now.

I've got my stuff out of hock, I've got a car.

I paid you back everything haven't I.

- Oh great, fine.

Just do it somewhere else, alright.

- Okay.

Okay.

- If she phones here again Dave.

I intend telling her the truth.

- Don't worry Tim, I'm almost through.

Another week, that should be it.

Then I'll just move on.

That's all I intended anyway.

Mustn't push your luck too far, huh Tim?

- Moving in?

- Now, don't knock it.

You're going to get very preferential treatment.

My partner's minding the store.

Helen it's the best possible thing.

- Are you sure it's right?

- Well of course I'm sure.

I'm the doctor aren't I.

I know what's best.

You see Helen, these next few days are absolutely crucial.

I've got to be close to observe.

Now give it a few days, a week at the most

and I am certain that I can cure you once and for all.

As far as the expense, we'll discuss that later.

Anyway, what's money compared with one's health?

You do have a room for me, don't you Helen?

- Of course we have.

An empty room just along from mine.

I think it's an excellent idea.

- Fine, fine, then it's settled.

- Goodnight Helen.

- Make him go Ann.

I don't want him here.

- Darling, it's for you.

It's in your interest.

Now come on, try and get some sleep.

- I want him to go.

- Well why are you so frightened of him?

- I'm not frightened of him.

- Well what then?

Who?

- Good night.

- Good night.

(ominous music)

- Ann.

Just having a nightcap, care to join me?

Definitely the best part of the day huh?

- Mmm.

- How is she?

- Still awake.

But I think she'll sleep. (sighing)

- You were out riding today.

- You know I was.

- Yes.

Did Helen mention any callers today.

A man named O'Hara for instance?

- No, why?

- Don't know, he was supposed to come by today

and Helen said she hadn't seen him.

Definitely the best part of the day.

You know it certainly isn't hereditary.

- What do you mean?

- Well your sister is, a bit mixed up.

But you, you're calm, you're normal.

- Normal!

- Now, now, I wasn't suggesting that she's, you know.

But Ann, you must admit she is neurotic.

- Yes, she takes after mother I'm afraid.

Mother was alright, she wasn't,

I mean she was just nervous, anxious.

And some of that anxiety rubbed off on the both of us.

She so desperately wanted us to be married.

Settled before she died.

I might have made it, I suppose.

I was 18.

But, Helen.

She was still a child.

If you're sensitive and receptive like Helen.

Things like that can affect you.

- I've said it before.

You don't have to worry about being let on the shelf.

(moaning)

(clock striking midnight)

(ominous music)

(Dave laughing)

Well it has to be vampires.

(Ann laughing)

Or else I just flung my hand out

and caught it on the nightstand.

- That's more likely.

- Listen, did you rustle me up a nag.

- What?

- I seem to recall we had a date to go riding today.

- I'll ask at the stables today and see what they say.

- Alright.

Good morning Helen.

And it is a good morning, isn't it?

And doctor's orders are

that you should get out and enjoy it.

But first, eat a good breakfast.

What are all the black clothes for?

Somebody die?

- Yes.

You didn't remember!

- Yes, as a matter of fact I did.

- And you don't care!

- Helen it is more than 14 years now.

It's morbid.

- You're not going then?

- No, I'm not going.

I'm sorry.

- What is going on Ann?

- Today...

It's the anniversary of mother's death.

Helen's going out to the grave.

- Ah.

- Don't you think as her doctor, you ought to go--

- Oh yes!

Yes you're right, thank you Ann.

(ominous music)

- What happened?

She came in, went straight up to her room.

Now she won't even open the door, won't talk to me.

What happened?

- Somebody's vandalized your mother's grave.

- What!

- Well somebody took an ax to it and just--

- Who'd do a thing like that?

- I don't know.

- No wonder she was upset, I would have been.

Have you reported it?

Will they be able to do anything about it?

- Look Ann.

I'm going to go back into town.

Just, just leave her alone for a while.

I'll be back later.

(doorbell buzzes)

- Alright, I'm coming.

No, I'm so--

- I've got to talk to you Tim.

- What about?

Stealing old ladies wheelchairs.

Dave I've told you--

- Alright, alright, okay.

I'm a louse, I'm the lowest form of life and you hate me.

Just the same you're the only friend I've got in London.

The only real friend.

- The cops chasing you.

- No!

- The medical board?

- I just want to talk to you Tim, that's all.

- Alright, five minutes.

Just five.

Then I have to get ready, cause I've got a date with Susie.

Of course, you remember Susie, your ex meal ticket.

Yes, well I'm taking her out to dinner tonight

and I'm paying the bill.

- I may have gotten in a little deeper than I thought.

- What?

- Well this Helen Curry, this lady could really be sick.

- That shouldn't worry a qualified psychiatrist like you

- Oh come on Tim, I'm serious.

There's just too many things out there that don't add up.

The hat.

The gravestone.

She might be dangerous.

I mean she could really be dangerous.

- Nobody could be as dangerous as you Dave.

- Yeah, you're right Tim.

I don't see any real need to worry.

- You think Helen smashed up the grave, don't you?

- Maybe?

- If she did, she is very, very sick.

Perhaps we should consult a hospital.

- No, that won't be necessary Ann.

Now there's nothing about this case that I can't handle.

You believe that don't you?

- I want to.

- No, what I had in mind is a short spell away.

A controlled environment.

I can fix it up for around the end of the week.

Now it's going to be very expensive

and I want the sum in advance--

- Look it doesn't matter, as long as Helen is well again,

- Then there's no problem.

There's no problem at all.

(sighing)

- Isn't it unusual for Mr. O'Hara to go off like this.

- Hasn't happened before.

But there's always a first time.

- Thanks anyway.

- Only way I could convince you he isn't here.

- Hasn't he got any family.

No one I could phone.

- Mr. O'Hara lives alone miss.

Nobody to care about him.

- You're wrong.

I care about him.

(laughing)

- Whoa!

You know you ride better than you walk

and you walk beautifully.

- I almost started before I could walk.

That was father.

He rode hounds, championships.

Spent half his life in the saddle

and the other half wishing he could be.

- You know it's the first time

you've ever mentioned your father.

You were his favorite weren't you?

He was yours?

You preferred him to your mother.

- Now that's unfair.

- But you did.

- He was free.

No hangups.

- What happened to him?

- He ran off with another woman.

It was inevitable.

He's dead now.

I thought you were here to observe Helen.

Shouldn't we--

- All doctors have their own methods and their own ethics.

- Aren't you being terribly unethical?

(moaning)

(ominous music)

(shrieking)

(phone ringing)

- Double two, one, six.

- [Helen] Is Dr. Porton there?

- I'm sorry.

- I need to talk to him.

I thought he might have come back to his office.

Is he there?

- No, there is no Dr. Porton here.

- [Helen] But, I have to speak to him.

It's very important.

I just had another dream--

- This is Miss um, Miss Curry isn't it?

- [Helen] Yes.

- Well look Miss Curry.

In a way I'm glad you called.

It really has been bothering me--

- [Helen] Is Dr. Porton there?

- Look I said there was no Dr. Porton here

and that is fact.

Miss Curry, I hate to have to tell you this but--

- Helen's jealous of you.

Well, she would be if she knew.

- What does that mean?

- Free consultation.

You're very flip about a patient

you're supposed to be treating.

- Am treating.

I take it seriously.

Everybody's got to unwind sometime.

- Sometime.

You sound like my father.

He would have said something like that.

We ought to be getting back.

(ominous music)

(laughing)

- You want me to give you a hand bedding the horses down.

- No thanks.

I enjoy it.

- Well I wouldn't want to deprive you of any enjoyment.

My aim is to provide.

(ominous music)

- What's wrong?

- Ann do you have any idea who this hat belongs to?

It says J.O'Hara on the band.

- Then that's who it belongs to.

- But how did it get here?

- I should have thought that was obvious.

Mr. J. O'Hara brought it here on his head.

- Hello Helen.

You nice and rested.

It's a beautiful evening out.

- I know, I'm going for a walk.

- Would you like me to come along?

- No.

No, I prefer to be alone.

- Alright, I'll see you at dinner then.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

Oh.

Oh Susie.

Yes, I did.

No look, look I'm sorry I can't make it tonight.

Well for a start I've still got some work to finish

and well the other reasons Dave.

No, no, he hasn't been borrowing money.

It's just well I feel I've let him down rather.

Yeah, okay, I know he deserves it.

But that's how I feel.

Yeah.

Well I don't know yet.

Yeah, I'll ring you tomorrow.

Yeah, bye.

(ominous music)

- Helen?

Helen.

Look all I want to do is help, that's all.

Helen, you're a lot sicker than either one of us thought.

Helen I can help you, I can.

I promise.

I can help Helen.

(Dave screaming)

(doorbell rings)

(doorbell rings)

(clock chimes)

- Miss Curry?

Miss Curry?

Miss Curry.

Miss Curry!

(ominous music)

Miss Curry.

(dramatic music)

Miss Curry.

- What are you doing in my room?

- I'm sorry.

I rang the bell several times

but I couldn't make anybody hear.

Then I saw light.

- And let yourself in, why?

- I was looking for you.

But not just for you.

O'Hara's disappeared.

O'Hara, you remember, the detective I told you about.

He hasn't been back to his office.

O'Hara and Paul.

That's two men who haven't been seen

since they came to this house.

- I told you I haven't seen this man.

- You didn't perhaps, what about your sister?

- Ann?

No she hasn't seen him either.

- I'd like her to tell me that.

- No!

- [Sally] But Miss Curry.

- I won't have you bothering her.

I won't have her disturbed--

- She might know something. - I won't.

- She might help.

- I promised her, my mother.

I promised her, the day she died.

You can't break a deathbed promise.

Ann doesn't know, she never told Ann.

I was her favorite you see.

Even though you're the youngest, you must promise me

to take care of Ann, to look after her.

She made me promise.

Mommy.

You've no right to be here.

- I rang the bell several times.

- I was out, walking.

That's where I was, walking.

Round and round the garden to make sure it's all neat.

I take care of everything you see.

Inside, outside.

See how it shines.

I take such good, good care of everything.

Please go now.

- I still haven't seen your sister.

- I told you.

- Well if you won't speak to me,

she'll have to talk to the police.

- Police!

- Yes, I intend calling them about O'Hara and Paul.

- I can't let you do that.

- Can't let me!

- I can't! I can't!

- I'm sorry.

- Please!

You'd better talk to her then.

She's in the cellar.

Through there.

- Alright.

(ominous music)

(doorbell rings)

- No!

- [Tim] Miss Curry?

- [Sally] No.

- Miss Curry, you don't know me.

I'm a friend of Dave's.

Or at least I was.

Anyway look, I'm afraid I've let everyone down

rather badly and I'd like to explain.

Is he still here?

Miss Curry?

Miss Curry, maybe you don't know him as Dave.

He was posing as a doctor, a Dr. Porton.

(Dave screaming)

(dramatic music)

(Ann laughing maniacally)

- I'll look after her, I promise.

- As I see it.

This all started with the mother.

She was obviously unstable.

And equally obviously, she recognized this instability

in her daughters, particularly Ann.

Which is why she extracted this promise from Helen

to take care of her sister.

Well, Helen kept that promise and went far beyond it.

When Ann murdered Paul Kirby, murdered him

because he was walking out on her, just as her father

had done on her mother when Ann was a child.

Helen, not only concealed the body,

she also assumed her sister's guilt.

She took the burden of murder from Ann's shoulders

and placed it squarely on her own.

She did this so utterly and completely

that she actually made herself believe

she had murdered Paul Kirby.

But her mind couldn't take it

and that's when the dreams started.

Then Ann murdered O'Hara and the collapse began.

Crazy.

- What's going to happen to them?

- Well, I think given time, Helen can become a normal,

healthy girl again.

But Ann...

- And what about him?

- We counted nearly 200 knife wounds on him.

Wounds which hardly broke the skin.

But they broke him.

His courage, his psyche, his mind.

In my opinion, he's going to be in psychiatric care

for a long, long time.

(ominous music)