Original subtitles

(dramatic music)

(church bells chiming)

(guests chattering)

- [Woman] Aww, isn't that sweet?

Aww.

- Congratulations, you look really lovely.

- Oh, you look really lovely.

- Very much happiness to you all, dear,

have a nice time.

- Hello.

(bride gasps)

(dramatic music)

Robert.

(bride cries)

(suspenseful music)

(people chattering)

Darling.

- Mm-hmm?

- Darling, give me a hand with this, will you?

- Okay.

I prefer zipping you down to zipping you up.

- I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Mr. Miller.

And the hook and eye at the top, please.

- Done.

- You're suspiciously good at all that rot, my darling.

- I read a lot, Mrs. Miller.

Oh, Rob.

Who do you think could have done that?

- Weddings have a strange affect on some people.

There's always an idiot that goes too far.

Now, come on.

Forget it, hmm?

- Hope we haven't got paint on Aunt Liza's bedspread.

- Yeah. (knocking)

Come in.

- I've come to borrow Samantha.

Samantha, my darling, your presence is required.

Jack wants some shots with the bridesmaids, okay?

- Oh, okay.

- Look, you go and I'll be down in a minute.

- Oh, our first separation!

(blowing kisses)

- Tom. - Hmm?

- Tell 'em anything?

- Well, I've been having a look round, Bob.

I'm sure it's none of our crowd.

Probably some village joker.

- Yes, that's what I told Samantha.

I'll join you in a minute, yes?

- Hmm?

Oh.

No hurry.

After all, you've got her for the rest of your life,

you lucky devil.

I'm only best man for the day.

- Hmm.

- And I saw her first!

(guests chattering and laughing)

- Hey!

Watch the paintwork, you vandals!

- [Guys] Go on!

(knocking)

- Come in.

- Not disturbing you, am I, Robert?

- Aunt Liza.

Of course not.

Now, then, how are you going to manage here

all by yourself?

I mean, this huge house and the farm.

- I'm terribly capable, Robert.

That's why I've never married.

Frightened 'em off.

- It was because of Samantha you never married.

You know, you've given all your life to her.

Now you're gonna miss her terribly.

- You're not taking her to the moon, are you?

I can still see her once in a while, can't I?

Anyway, I'm glad to get her off my hands

and into such good ones.

It's not all fun being father and mother

for 20 years to a highly strung girl like Sammy.

- Aunt Liza you have done a wonderful job

and you know it.

Now, don't worry.

- I'm not worried.

At least, I wouldn't be if only...

- If only what?

(guys laughing)

- It's just that I can't ever quite forget

that her mother and father were killed

in a dreadful accident and what a terrible effect

it had on her.

- And I'm a bit of a speed fin myself, hmm?

- Well, you're not the slowest driver

I've ever met, Robert, and those French roads...

- Aunt Liza, with Samantha on board,

I'll drive like a little old lady

on her way to Evensong.

- How's the house coming?

- Well, hopefully the alterations will be finished

by the time we get back.

- I'll get the wedding presents over there

for your while you're away.

- Oh, Aunt Liza, you are a doll.

- Mm.

- Thanks.

(dramatic music)

♪ Why are we waiting ♪

(guests cheering)

- Cheers.

Best of luck.

Best of luck, mate, take it easy.

(guests exclaiming)

- Come on, Robert!

Drive carefully.

- Bye, bye.

(honking)

- [Man] Come on, then, get it into gear!

(honking)

(mysterious music)

- It's perfect.

A windmill.

I've always wanted a windmill, ever since I was a kid.

I'll take it.

- Splendid!

And for how long, Mr. Heston?

- That's hard to say.

Depends on how things go.

A year, maybe indefinitely.

- I'm sure you won't regret taking the house, Mr. Heston.

Now, what about domestic help?

I can probably get someone from the village to come in--

- I'm a longtime bachelor, Mr. Stratford.

I like solitude.

I can handle most things myself.

- Ah.

- Almost everything in fact.

(car horn beeping)

- [Samantha] Hello!

- Hello! (laughs)

- Is that a fair sample of the local scenery?

- Oh, you're a bit late there, I'm afraid,

Mr. Heston.

They're just back from their honeymoon.

But they bought a house in the village.

They'll be neighbors of yours.

- Good.

That's uh, chummy.

(estate agent laughs)

- Right, Mrs. Miller.

- Look at the holly.

- (laughs) That sounded pretty funny.

- It's gonna be a hard winter.

(dramatic music)

No!

It's only over the threshold,

you don't have to carry me all over the house!

- Oh! - Oh.

- Well, thank goodness for that.

Must be all that pasta you ate in Venice.

- (gasps) Oh, I hate you!

(Robert laughs)

I hate you, I hate you.

Oh, isn't it wonderful to be home, my darling?

- Mm!

- I think I'd better pull those curtains.

- Oh.

(Samantha screams)

- (laughing) Happy homecoming!

- Tom, you fool!

Oh, you frightened me!

- That's quite enough of that, thank you.

- Best man's privilege, old boy!

- Oh, that covers one chaste kiss after the wedding

and not a ticket for life.

- [Tom] Oh, well.

- Happy homecoming!

- Aunt Liza!

- Aunt Liza, how lovely!

Oh, darling, you shouldn't have.

- Well, we don't want your cooking

breaking up the marriage first day back, do we?

(Robert laughs)

- Our best to both of you.

Here you are, Sammy.

- Oh, how lovely, Tom.

- Some for Auntie.

- Thank you, Thomas.

- Here, Bob.

- Oh, Tom, thank you.

- Right, cheers.

- Oh, yes, cheers!

- Did you have a good time?

- Really, Thomas.

- Oh, sorry.

Well, what was the weather like?

- The what?

- Oh, sorry, you'd have no idea, would you?

Did you sleep well? (laughs)

- Well, I think, er, we should perhaps

change the subject. - I'm sorry.

Come on, more champagne, Aunt Liza.

- Well, just a little.

(all chattering)

Oh, my dear, what a lovely lunch.

Darling!

My darling Samantha.

- See you, thanks a lot.

Bye. - Bye-bye.

- [Robert] Walk carefully.

- Yes, will do.

- Oh, people are nice, aren't they?

- Mm, especially some people.

(Samantha laughs)

- Oh, do you know I forgot to offer them

some wedding cake!

- Hmm?

- Well, it's traditional, isn't it?

- Well, they had some at the wedding.

- Ah!

- [Robert] What is it?

(whistling)

- (gasps) Oh, look at this!

- (laughs) Good old Uncle Ben.

I've always wanted one of those.

Whatever it is.

(both laugh)

Oh, oh, how about this then?

From my partners.

- Oh, that's good.

That's very good.

That's a throwing ornament.

Every marriage needs a few of those.

- Oh, yes?

Oh, and a toaster!

Now there's a good--

- [Both] Practical idea!

- Oh, my. (laughs)

Oh!

- That looks nice, who's it from?

- It doesn't say.

But it's addressed to me, just me,

in my maiden name.

- [Robert] Oh.

- Hmm.

(dramatic music)

Who on earth would send a thing like that?

And why?

- [Robert] Oh, for the pitter patter of tiny fists.

- There's only one.

- [Robert] Curiouser and curiouser.

- [Samantha] What's that?

- [Robert] That looks like some sort of stain

that's never been washed out.

And the fingers, they're grubby.

It's been worn.

(whistling)

(dramatic music)

- Oh, Liza!

It's fantastic!

It's just like Christmas when I was a little girl.

Isn't she sweet?

Oh, and him!

Isn't he divine?

And look at this.

Ugh, and look at that.

What on earth did I see in it?

Isn't it funny how completely one forgets?

All these marvelous things.

Look at that.

Marbles!

I don't think I ever played marbles, did I?

What's that?

Oh, it's not my day for opening things.

Oh, Liza!

This must've been my favorite.

- [Liza] What?

- That.

- Yes, it was!

- I thought so.

(sighs) Hmm.

Can't get that open.

No, it's stuck.

Oh, how lovely! - There we are.

There.

There.

- What do you think this is?

It doesn't seem to open.

- Oh, I remember that.

It's a music box.

I think there's some deep secret

about how to open it.

I never could do it,

but you could do it every time.

- Oh, it's infuriating.

It's all gone.

Do you know, I can't remember any of it?

- You put the chest away the day your parents were killed.

You were only five.

And when you finally understood,

you thought the world had come to an end.

Perhaps that had something to do with it.

- Yes.

Yes, perhaps.

- I brought you some of these.

I baked them last night.

- Robert's right, you always have spoiled me.

- I've left some in the kitchen.

You can tell Robert you baked them.

- Oh! (laughs)

- Oh, I must fly.

- Oh, must you?

- Yes.

I'm due at a Red Cross subcommittee at 11:30.

That terrible Commander Lewis is giving trouble again.

Thinks he's running a battleship.

Now, you finish your tea, I'll let myself out.

- All right.

- Give my love to Robert.

- I will.

Bye, Eliza.

- Bye, darling.

(mysterious music)

(foreboding music)

- Darling!

- Mm-hmm?

- Dinner's ready.

- Good.

- It's ready now.

- [Robert] Just a minute.

- What did I just say?

I said the first proper meal I've ever cooked for you

with my own fair hands is finally ready

and I expect a little more sense of occasion!

- I'm sorry, sweetheart.

Hey, sorry.

I was uh, seduced by your lurid past.

- Oh, yes.

- I bet you were sensational when you were five.

(both laugh)

I mean, horsewoman.

- Suits you.

- Thank you.

And artist.

It's funny these, aren't they?

- Oh!

It's the same as the other one.

- Yes, well it certainly looks like it.

- It's identical!

It's the other half of the same pair.

Look.

That's the left, this is the right.

- Hey, it's got the same spot on each palm.

- There's something inside this one.

Is that your handwriting?

- I don't think so.

Anyway, I don't think even I could write at five.

- Hmm.

I think somebody's pulling our legs.

And I think I've got a fairly good idea who it is.

(dramatic music)

- Wedding cake?

Gloves, love notes?

Look, you better tell your delicious bride

she's been putting too much sherry in the trifle.

Oh, by the way, give her my love, won't you?

Hmm?

No.

No, nothing to do with me.

Cross my heart hope to die.

- All right, I believe you.

Millions wouldn't.

It seemed just about on your lofty level, that's all.

All right, Tom, bye.

- No?

- He says not.

I still say he fancies you.

(mysterious music)

(dishware clattering)

(suspenseful music)

(Samantha sighs)

(Samantha gasps)

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

- (sighs) Oh, that's all right.

I just wasn't expecting anybody.

- I'm Howard Heston from the windmill.

- How do you do?

Yes, I had heard an American had taken it.

- Now, I know this is a heck of a way

to introduce myself, but,

well, weekend visiting with neighbors

is kind of a custom where I come from.

I'm not quite sure of the form.

Maybe I should have waited for you to call or--

- Oh, no, no.

Look, I was just going to make some coffee.

Would you like some?

- Fine, thank you, Samantha.

(dramatic music)

That is your name, isn't it?

Samantha, Mrs. Samantha Miller.

- Yes.

Yes, that's right.

I shan't be a minute.

(music box playing)

It's a music box!

Aunt Liza thought it was.

Do you know, we've spent hours trying to open that.

How did you do it?

- There's a secret.

Look, I'll show you.

Slide this, turn the leg,

and presto.

- Well!

(laughs) But how did you know?

- I had something like it when I was a child.

Strange, isn't it?

The kind of things that one remembers from his childhood.

And the kind of things that one forgets.

- Yes.

Do you take cream and sugar?

- Please.

It's a mystery, don't you think?

- What's that?

- Being young, growing up.

The child embedded in the man like a diamond in a rock.

- I've never thought very much about my childhood.

I don't remember much of it.

- I do.

I remember everything about mine, everything.

I remember certain days, certain playmates.

(car honking)

Oh, that's Robert, my husband.

Excuse me. - Yes.

- Darling!

- Hello.

(foreboding music)

- Darling, this is Mr. Heston.

- Howard, please.

- Howard.

And this is my husband, Robert.

- Yes, I'd kinda guessed that. (laughs)

How do you do? - How do you do?

- Well, what'd you shoot?

- Oh, the high eighties, disaster, really.

There's a long one before the twelfth,

a dog leg with cheese to the right and it sort of um--

(Samantha loudly clears throat)

Oh, yes, I'm sorry. - Robert, I...

- Perhaps Mr. Heston is a golfer, are you?

- No, nope, I'm afraid not.

I have to agree with that old bishop of yours,

what's-his-name.

He defined golf as a game of propelling a small ball

into a hole with the aid of instruments

singularly ill-fitted for the purpose.

(all laugh)

- Yes, he's probably a rotten theologian, too.

- Probably.

- Uh, what's your line of country, Mr. Heston?

- My what?

- What do you do for your living?

- Oh, banking business for Chicago Incorporated.

- Ah.

And what does Chicago want that we have got?

- I'm looking into the possibility

of a few tie ups over here.

- Oh, well, perhaps I can help you with some contacts.

- Thank you, that's very nice.

- Now, you'll stay to lunch, yes?

- No, no, no, I don't want to be any bother.

- Yes, do, do.

I'll go and see how it's getting on.

- Can I get you a drink?

- Your wife just gave me some coffee.

- Ah, well I've never heard that they're incompatible.

Scotch?

- Fine, fine.

- Is that car of yours as good as it looks?

- It's the best.

- Ah, well I don't know about that.

- All right.

I know yours is a very sophisticated animal.

- Cheers.

But to tell the truth, there's...

There's a certain raw brute power about that

monster of mine out there that's something else.

I'll take you for a spin in it.

Or better yet, you take it out yourself.

- Well, I'd like to think you meant that.

- I do!

I'm very serious.

- Well, it's a very kind offer, thank you.

- No, I insist.

When?

- Well, I haven't thought of an exact time--

- Anybody home?

Oh!

- Aunt Liza.

- I'm disturbing you.

- No, no, no, of course not.

You're just in time.

- Time?

- Yes, time for lunch.

You are staying, aren't you?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Um, Mister, um, Howard,

I'd like you to meet Eliza Meredith,

Samantha's aunt and my very good friend.

- [Howard] How do you do? - How do you do?

- Howard's bought the old mill.

Can I get you a drink?

- Just a little bit of sherry, please, Robert.

- Excuse me.

- Are you over here for long, Mr. Heston?

- Well, that's hard to say.

It really depends on how things go.

- Have you been here before?

- [Howard] No.

- Oh, thank you, Robert.

- No, and I must say now that I've seen it

I'm sorry I waited so long.

- What made you choose this part of the world?

- Well, to tell the truth--

- It's nearly ready.

Oh, Liza!

Royal punctuality as ever.

How lovely to see you.

Won't you sit down?

- You know something?

I'm going to have to deny myself the pleasure

of having lunch with you today.

It was you mentioning punctuality.

I've suddenly realized I made an appointment

to meet a builder at the mill.

- Oh, that is a pity.

- Oh, yes, well perhaps some other time, then, yes?

- Thank you, I'd like that.

- Yes, promise.

- Promise.

And I always keep my promises.

Don't you?

- Of course.

- Goodbye.

(dramatic music)

- [Robert] Goodbye.

(car revving)

Well.

- What was he doing here?

- Well, he uh, just dropped by evidently.

- Hmm.

- Good neighbor policy.

You know the Americans are so much better

at that kind of thing than we are.

Nice chap, don't you think?

- Yes, he certainly is.

- Just dropped by to make himself known.

Is that all?

- Well, of course that's all.

What's up with you, Liza?

You look as if you've seen a ghost.

- I don't know.

He seemed familiar.

I can't think why.

- Well, because he's so friendly, so outgoing.

I mean, five minutes in a chap offers to

lend you his car.

- What?

- [Robert] He offered to let me drive his car.

- You're not going to!

- Well, I'd like to think that there really is the chance,

but he will probably forget.

- Oh, don't worry, he won't forget.

He isn't the type to forget.

(slides clicking)

- It's time to put away the toys.

- Rob...

Have you ever experienced something or,

or seen somebody

and suddenly, you know you've been through

the whole thing before?

- Yeah, the French call it deja vu.

Why?

What is it you think you've seen before, hmm?

- That's just it, I don't know.

- Ah.

- But whatever it is, it's something...

Something...

(sighs) Oh, now I'm just being silly.

- Well, be it more often.

- Did you really like him?

- Hmm, who?

- Heston, Howard.

- Oh, yes, he seemed a nice enough chap, yeah.

Anyway, we'll soon find out.

- What?

- Well, didn't he strike you as being

the sort of chap who's likely to drop by often?

- Yes.

- Come on, Mrs. M.

Bed.

(mysterious music)

And you can really get it to 60 in just over six seconds?

- (laughing) I'll tell you, it's like a kick in the back.

And then it just moves like a jet!

- Yeah, but what's she like when she gets near the limit?

- At the limit, a clam.

A clam!

No misbehavior at all.

- I don't believe you guys.

That's exactly half an hour that you two

have been talking about motorcars.

- I'm sorry. - A motorcar.

Howard's, and if what he says is true,

it's like some kind of super beast.

- Oh, now don't just take my word for it, Robert.

Come on, you've been dying to try it, haven't you?

And I did promise you.

- [Robert] No, I couldn't, really.

- [Howard] Be my guest.

'Course if you're tired...

- You're on.

(Howard laughs) Coming?

- No, I'd just spoil it for you and I trust you.

- Oh, well, Samantha--

- No, Robert. (scoffs)

Sorry, my insurance will cover you to drive

and not the passenger. - Ah.

- Besides, you've seen through my little ploy,

haven't you?

I'm getting rid of you so I can

spend some time with Samantha. (laughs)

And besides, the way that car moves

you'll be back here in a couple of minutes.

- I wouldn't bank on that.

Bye, darling.

- Darling, please drive carefully.

- 'Course.

- Take it easy. - Bye.

(door shuts)

- How about another drink?

- Oh, yes, of course.

(car speeding)

(toy rolling)

- [Howard] Recognize it?

- It's an old Austin, isn't it?

- Yes, I made it when I was a child.

- I was a teddy bear girl myself.

(toy rolling)

- Yes, I know.

The moment I saw you I said to myself,

now there's a teddy bear girl.

- (laughs) Did you?

(car speeding)

- It's people that hold you back.

You choose a path, know where you're going,

what you wanna do and then they push you the other way.

People, grownups.

- Grownups?

- Yes.

Oh, Samantha.

Haven't you ever considered how easy

and just straightforward things are when you're a child?

- Oh, yes.

- The whole world's clear, it's simple

and then they move in, the grownups.

- But you grow up, too, don't you?

- Yes.

Yes, it's inevitable.

But if you're strong...

If you're really strong,

you don't forget that original purpose.

You stay true to it, you have to.

It's like first love, Samantha.

You never really forget that, do you?

- No.

No, I suppose not.

- I knew you hadn't.

(car speeding)

See, for a while back in the States I was,

I was ill.

Nothing serious, um...

I'm fine now.

But I had a lot of time on my hands.

Time to think and (chuckles)

time to remember.

(laughs) That's a good thing and a bad thing.

Not the memories, they've always been

so sweet.

But to...

To remember and not be able...

And not be able to have

or touch because of people getting in your way...

- I'm sorry, I don't, I don't understand.

- It's...

It's simple, really.

If someone gets in your way, don't let them.

(car screeching)

(crashing)

- Liza.

Liza, it's not true, is it?

Tell me it's not true.

I won't believe it, it isn't true.

It can't be true!

It can't be true, Liza, I won't believe it! (cries)

- Darling, darling.

Oh, I've got you, I've got you.

Come along, my darling.

You'll be all right.

Come and sit.

- I don't know, I just...

I just feel so, so responsible.

But he was used to fast cars.

(knocking)

- That'll be the doctor, let him in.

(Samantha crying)

Oh, my sweetie.

Now, I've got you.

(Samantha crying)

Now, now, shh.

It's all right, sweetie.

- Where's the bedroom?

- I'll show you. (Samantha sobbing)

(dramatic music)

- How is she?

- How would you expect?

I think it would be best if you left.

- She shouldn't be left alone.

- She won't be alone.

I shall stay with her.

I'm all she's got now.

- Yes.

Yes, you are.

When she quiets down I'd like to explain.

- I shouldn't think she'd want you anywhere near her.

- It wasn't my fault.

He was an experienced driver.

It's not fair to blame me.

- That may well be true, but life very often

isn't fair, there's no logic in these things, Mr. Heston.

Quite frankly, I wish this family had

never laid eyes on you.

Good day.

(eerie music)

- Samantha.

I had to see you without your aunt.

She blames me.

- It wasn't your fault.

- Oh, I know, but I...

I feel involved all the same

and I want to help.

You should get away from here.

Leave this house.

I've got someplace you could go

and I'd be happy to take you--

- That won't be necessary, Mr. Heston.

It's all arranged.

Samantha's coming away with me at the end of the week

after the funeral.

We shall be leaving the country for a while.

- Leaving the country?

- I think it best.

And I'd be obliged if you wouldn't come here again

before we leave.

- I'd like to hear what Samantha has to say about that--

- Isn't it time you went back to America?

Surely, your bank must be missing you.

- My project isn't finished yet.

- You did say it was First Chicago, didn't you?

Funny, a friend of mine does a lot of business with them.

He says they can't quite recollect you.

- Well, it's uh...

It's a large company, there are many divisions.

- No doubt.

And now, if you'll excuse us,

I don't think we shall be seeing you again.

- Samantha, if--

If you need anything, please call me.

(car boot shutting)

- Is this the last of them?

- Yes, Tom.

Oh, this'll have to go on the back seat, this one.

- (sighs) You'd think I was moving house

instead of just going on a trip.

- Women's privilege, God bless 'em.

(dramatic music)

All set away, princess.

- Thank you, Tom.

Honestly, I don't know what I would have done without you.

- You're sure you wouldn't like me to

run you to the airport?

- Quite sure.

Aunt Liza's just locking up her house

and then she'll come along and collect me.

- All right, fine.

I'll be off, then.

Bye. - Bye.

- Sammy.

You know...

- Tom!

(dramatic music)

(motor running)

(garage door slamming)

(Liza grunting)

(knocking)

- Anybody there?

(knocks)

(clicking)

(Liza coughing)

(Samantha sighs)

(tool clanking)

(Liza coughing)

(locks clicking)

- Liza!

- I'm terribly sorry, but with carbon monoxide poisoning--

- But I don't understand how it could have happened.

- I must ask you, can you think of anyone

who'd want to do this?

- To Aunt Liza?

Oh, no.

No, no, I can't.

- (weakly) Samantha.

- Yes?

- (weakly) Samantha.

- Yes, darling, I'm here, what is it?

Do you want something?

What is it you want?

This?

Do you want this?

What?

- (weakly) Drawer.

Top drawer.

- Drawer.

This?

This?

- (breathlessly) Yes.

(exhales deeply)

- Oh, no.

Oh, no, no.

Oh.

(dramatic music)

- Mrs. Miller.

Mrs. Miller?

Mean anything to you?

- No.

It's me, I suppose.

(Samantha cries)

(clock ticking)

(Samantha sighs)

(dramatic music)

(telephone ringing)

(clears throat) Hello?

- Samantha? - [Samantha] Yes.

- It's Howard.

Howard Heston.

Samantha, I've found out something about Robert's crash.

I don't think it was an accident.

Now, I've phoned Sergeant Sullivan, he's coming by.

Can you get over here right away?

- All right.

- Fine.

Fine, we'll be waiting.

(rain falling)

(car door slams)

(knocking)

(suspenseful music)

Samantha?

- Yes.

- [Howard] Up here.

(door slams)

It's Samantha Miller, Sergeant.

I thought she should be here, I took the liberty.

(dramatic music)

You may say it's a coincidence,

but it seems darn funny to me.

I mean, I know this is England and all--

- Mr. Heston?

- [Howard] Up here, Samantha, top of the stairs.

- Mr. Heston?

Mr. Heston?

- [Howard] I'm here, Samantha.

You must find me.

Hide and seek.

- Where are you?

Where's Sergeant Sullivan?

You said he was here.

- [Howard] I'm afraid he couldn't come after all,

but never mind, he'd only have spoiled it.

Hider seekers, finders keepers.

Come and find me, Samantha!

Oh, now you're cold.

You're very cold.

- This is mad.

This is mad. - [Howard] Warmer.

Warmer.

(Samantha shouts) Got me!

- What on earth are you doing?

(Howard laughs)

Where's Sergeant Sullivan?

- [Howard] Guess.

- What's this news you have to tell me?

- Guess.

I dare you to guess.

- Oh, Mr. Heston!

- Oh, come on, now you can...

You can do better than that.

- Oh, for heaven's sake!

(lock clicking)

What are you doing?

Will you open that door?

- You don't really want it open, Sammy.

- Mr. Heston, will you please open that door?

- And you know my name is not Heston either.

- What?

What are you talking about?

- Try D'arcy.

Giles D'arcy.

- D'arcy?

- (exhales) Oh!

(laughs) Now you're being cruel to me, Samantha.

You could be very cruel to me sometimes.

Now, you must...

You must remember.

♪ Cat's in his cradle ♪

♪ Who'll wake him up ♪

- Giles D'arcy.

He was my friend.

Years ago.

- I was more than that, Samantha.

Much more.

- But you're not Giles.

No, you couldn't be.

Giles was different.

Giles was English.

- People change, Samantha.

Their appearance, I mean, they don't,

they don't change in any other way.

And as for the accent, well,

that depends where one's lived for the last 20 years.

- Giles went away.

Was it to America?

- You remember, see?

See, it's all coming back!

See?

Now, come on.

Come on, try, what else do you remember, Sammy?

- Nothing.

- Oh, come on.

Come on, try.

Try, what else? - Nothing, nothing.

- Now, come on, you gotta remember!

You can't have forgotten our...

Our love.

I haven't.

I haven't, not...

Not for a second.

Do you remember?

You remember the place in the garden, hmm?

Remember the secret place?

The secret place that nobody else knew about?

We went there the day of your birthday party.

(dramatic music)

And we swore a blood knot, a sacred oath,

that we'd never be parted.

We promised to love each other forever

and ever and ever.

We mingled our blood, Samantha.

We mingled our blood.

Now, no oath can be more sacred than that.

I swore I'd kill anyone who tried to

take you away from me.

- The glove!

It was you who sent it.

- Yes, yes.

Yes!

We each kept one, don't you remember?

And it was...

It was just wonderful.

It was a symbol, Sammy.

And I swore I was gonna marry you and...

And I'd build an ivory tower for you

and I'd keep you in there like a princess,

all to myself!

Just for me.

Well, look.

Look, Sammy!

Look, ivory!

All of it, ivory and...

I just have thought about this moment

for so long, I...

Can you imagine, Sammy, how I felt

when I came back and found you about to betray me?

Damn you!

- Giles.

Giles, we were children.

I was five years old.

- I wanted...

I wanted to...

I wanted to kill you.

(stammering) That's terrible.

But see then I...

Then I realized that it wasn't your fault.

Oh no, it wasn't yours.

Oh no, it was theirs.

It was theirs, it was...

It was his and hers.

Your husband and your aunt.

They were the ones!

It was them that were taking you away from me.

So I...

I realized I'd just have to kill them.

Just as I killed your parents.

- My parents?

- Well, they've...

They were talking of moving, Sammy, they...

They were gonna move to another part of the country!

I'd have lost you and I couldn't let that happen.

Don't you remember we played with the car in the garage

and I knew a lot about cars.

I'd just gotten interested in it,

don't you remember that day?

(dramatic music)

(car screeching)

(crashing)

Well, see, I...

I told you, Sammy.

But you, you never understood.

And that's what hurt the most,

you didn't know what I'd done for you!

- No.

No, I understood.

In my five year old way, I understood.

I knew that it was because of me and my friend

that my parents weren't there anymore.

But my mind couldn't cope with it, so...

So I...

I suppose I must have blotted it out.

But I remember now.

- They found out what I'd done

and I was sent away to a special school.

A special school where they could cure me.

(scoffs) Cure me.

You see, there was never anything wrong with me, I...

I was just in love and they,

they just couldn't see that.

So I let them cure me.

And it...

It took a long...

A long time.

It took a long time to work out what

it was it they meant by cure.

Oh, boy, when I finally figured out

what it was that they wanted,

what they wanted from me...

(laughs) I gave it to them.

I did.

I gave it to them, Sammy.

- That was very clever of you.

Very clever.

Well...

Well, I'm afraid I must be going now.

Um, because I've got a lot of people waiting for me.

(Samantha gasps)

- (stammering) Don't worry.

Don't worry, Sammy, there's nobody waiting for you.

Nobody knows you're here.

(stammering) And you're...

You're safe.

Oh, you're safe.

And you're mine.

You're mine.

For now and for always and...

And...

I've learned, I've learned my lesson.

No one's...

No one's gonna come between us.

Oh, let 'em try.

Let 'em try.

If they do...

If they try...

We'll go somewhere

where they can't follow, see?

- No.

- [Giles] Huh?

- No, Giles, no.

- It's all right.

This is our world now, Sammy.

This is our world.

Do you like it?

Huh?

Do you like it?

Please say you like it.

And you'll see.

You'll see, Sammy, we'll have...

We'll have such fun just like we used to.

Oh, now I've got all your favorite things.

I do.

Come on, come on, look.

See?

And the dresses and the doll and,

and all I want Sammy is just for you to like it.

Just say you like it.

- No.

No, no, I don't like it.

No, no, I don't like any of it.

It's all, it's all horrid!

It's all horrid, it's all horrid!

- What?

What, tell me, I'll change it.

- It's all in the wrong place.

- [Giles] What is?

- Well... - [Giles] What is?

- That mirror, that mirror there behind you.

- This one?

- Yes, that's it.

If you put it over there, that would be much better

over there.

Over there, that's right.

Much better.

Yes, yes.

- All right.

Is that okay? - And then...

And then that chair.

You see that chair there behind you?

- Yes, all right.

Where do you want it?

- No, no, not there.

Um, there.

There, behind me.

- Okay, see.

I'll change anything.

Anything-- - And all that ivory, see?

On the dressing table?

- [Howard] Yeah?

- All that ivory, oh, that's horrid.

I hate it!

I hate it all.

Um...

- [Giles] What else?

- Oh, the doll!

It's a horrid doll.

- [Giles] The doll, that's your--

- I hate it.

- [Giles] What?

- I never want to see it again, ever!

- Sammy, that...

That was your favorite doll!

Sammy?

Sammy?

(suspenseful music)

Sammy!

(Samantha screams)

(knocking)

(dramatic music)

Forever.

And ever...

Sammy.

- Sammy?

(dramatic music)