Original subtitles

(trumpets blaring)

(drums banging)

(chimes tinkling)

(trumpets blaring) (drums banging)

- Oh no, no, ah, oh, ah, no, no, no!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, no, oh, fire,

fire and brimstone!

No, no, fire, fire and brimstone!

No, no, oh, oh!

(fire crackling) (suspenseful organ music)

No, no, must stop her, must stop her!

Must stop her, no, no, oh!

(suspenseful organ music) (fire crackling)

Wake up, must wake up, oh, must wake up!

Ah, ah, ah, ah! (suspenseful organ music)

(Mr. Lyall gasping)

(knocking on door)

I know why you're here.

I can't help you.

- You must!

- [Mr. Lyall] It's too late!

- Look!

You must help me!

- Help you?

Help you, brother?

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping) (bell tolling)

(Porter barking)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, get over, move it, go on.

(Porter barking)

Oh yeah.

(toy squeaks)

Hey, hold it, where'd you get this, what you doing?

Go on!

(Porter barking)

- Suzy, are you ready?

Suzy?

- Charley's gonna marry Simon.

(Ruth laughs)

Says so right here, look!

American diplomat's daughter to marry

British photographer Simon Burns.

- Yeah, but last week they were betting

on that Greek shipping magnate, weren't they?

- Yeah, but Simon's much nicer.

And you think so, too.

(doorbell rings)

I'll get it, it'll be Simon.

Simon!

- Hello Suzy.

- Oh!

(Simon laughs)

Look, I can't ride him now, gotta go to church.

- Nobody's riding him, and the mare's for Charley.

Is she up yet?

Morning, Ruth.

- Good morning, yes, she's up and about

or she ought to be, she knew you were coming.

- That doesn't necessarily follow, does it?

Not with Charley.

- Well, I'll tell her you're here.

- Now it's bad for the American image if we arrive late.

- Ah, good morning, Simon.

- [Simon] Good morning, sir.

- Looks as though I'm faking an entrance.

Well now, we are ready?

- Yes sir.

- Carson, I hardly think it's necessary

for you to come along.

- Well I'm sorry sir, but my instructions are

to accompany you at all public appearances.

- Public appearances, a service in a small village church?

Do you know there hasn't been an act

of violence in this place in 400 years.

- Well I'm sorry, sir, but, well, I am a devout church goer.

(both laugh)

- All right, but I insist this stays behind.

- All right, sir.

- [Edgar] Security.

Simon, will you stay for lunch?

- Oh, it depends on Charley, but thank you sir.

- [Ruth] She'll be down in a moment.

- Right, thanks, Ruth.

- {Edgar] Let's go, girls.

- You don't make Charley - Suzy!

- Go to church.

Why doesn't she have to go? - Because Charley,

oh, because she's Charley, that's why.

C'mon girls, let's go, see you later, Simon.

- Yes indeed.

(Simon laughs)

Charley!

- [Charley] Won't be a moment!

- I brought the mare for you to try.

If you like her, she's yours.

(peaceful music)

- Good morning, Simon.

(suspenseful music)

Come, get up, come on, come on, come on, get up!

(suspenseful music)

- How do you like her?

- Your horse could outrun her any day.

- Oh, Stallion's a brute, he takes some handling.

But she's fun, isn't she?

Hey, aren't you, my beauty?

You are really frisky there.

She's one of the nicest mares I've come across.

- He's male and I haven't met a male I couldn't handle.

Get up, get up.

- Don't be stupid, Charley!

He's too strong for you!

- [Charley] Come on!

(Charley yelling indistinctly)

Come, get up, come on, come on!

(horse whinnys) (Charlie screams)

- Charley?

Charley?

(Charley groans)

- I can't move, I can't move!

- [Simon] Don't try, don't try,

lie back. - I can't move!

(sad music)

(Charlie screaming)

(glass shattering)

Get out, get out, get out, I hate you,

get out, get out, get out!

I can't stand it, get out!

(Charley cries)

- [Nurse] Excuse me.

(suspenseful music)

- [Charley] No, no!

(Charley crying) (suspenseful music)

- Ruth, please, you try this time.

- Okay.

(doorbell rings)

- Yes?

- [Bessy] Mr. Harrow?

- Yes.

- The agency sent me.

I'm the new nurse.

Oh yes, I'm going to like it here.

- Nurse?

- Elizabeth Morne, but I like people to call me Bessy.

- [Charley] No, I don't want to, I don't want to.

- Maybe you better start right away then, Bessy.

- Sooner, the better.

- [Edgar] My daughter's a difficult patient.

- [Charley] No, I don't want to!

No, I don't want to.

- Stay still! - No!

- [Ruth] You know you're supposed to!

(Charley screaming)

- [Ruth] Please Charley!

- [Charley] No, look, don't touch me!

I just want to be left alone, do you understand?

I want to be left, and who the devil are you?

- I'm your new nurse, dear.

(Charley sighs) - Nurse?

- Oh, we have been making a noise, haven't we?

Upsetting and distressing ourselves.

- Ruth, get her out of here.

- My sister has these moods, the doctors have said

that we have to--

- I know dear, I know all about it.

Now why don't you run along so that your sister

and I can get to know each other.

- I don't want a new nurse!

I'll run you out like all the others.

- That's not very nice, dear,

talk like that's never gonna make you better.

- I am not going to get better!

Not ever, I am stuck here until I die.

Now you get out of here, do you hear me?

Get out, get out, get out, get out, get out!

(suspenseful music)

- You'll see, dear, this'll make it better.

(suspenseful music)

- She's sleeping now, the rest will do her good.

- Well then, she's taken to you?

- Well, not quite, but she will.

- I hope so, I imagine the agency told you.

- Seven nurses in as many weeks, right?

- Yes, the last one stayed, what?

Two days, I saw it coming this morning,

that's why I called the agency.

- Ooh, I'm glad you did, she's a difficult one, determined.

- I don't think you quite understand

the circumstances, Miss, uh?

- Bessy, I like people to call me Bessy.

- Well, Bessy, my sister was a very active girl

and very beautiful, now since the accident

it's hardly been. - I know.

My last case was not unlike it.

Mr. Harrow? - Yes?

- [Bessy] I do like to be as near my patients as possible.

Who occupies the room next to your daughter?

- I do.

- Oh, well then in that case you won't mind moving out,

will you dear, for your sister's sake?

- No, no, I guess not.

- [Bessy] Thank you, dear.

- Well, will there be anything else you need, Bessy?

- Well, I do like to eat with the family.

It makes less of a gap between your daughter and me

if she doesn't regard me as a sort of servant.

- Of course.

- And your daughter's welfare is totally my concern.

She will be totally under my control, agreed?

- Agreed.

- I knew I was going to like it here.

- Hey Ruth, Ruthie, boy just asked me for a date!

Who are you?

- I'm Bessy, your sister's new nurse, and you must be Suzy.

- That's right.

- And you're about 16, right?

- And three months.

- 16 is such a lovely, susceptible age.

- Hey, what are you making?

- It's a herb broth for your sister.

- Herbs!

- Oh yes, I believe in them.

- Sage and cowslip and devil's foot

- Mm? - And,

this one, we call it devil's foot.

- What a funny name, never heard it called

that before, not a bit like it.

(Porter growling and barking)

- [Carson] That's a good, stop that, stop it.

He's not fierce, really, he only sounds fierce.

You gonna fight with me?

I'm sorry if he scared you.

(door slams)

(Porter barking)

Heel, Porter, heel, that's it, sit, sit, behave yourself,

stop that, who's the new addition to the household?

The big lady.

- Oh, the latest nurse.

- Oh, for Pete's sake, not another one.

You know, I wish your dad would keep me informed.

Well you know, security, everyone has to be checked out.

- You haven't found a potential assassin yet, have you?

- No, no, it's just a formality, you know that.

Stop that, Porter, this one, I'm, I'm not so sure.

Porter didn't like her, his hair stood right

up on his back, didn't we?

And sometimes I'd rather trust a dog than people.

- Well, her name is Elizabeth Morne,

Bessy, and she comes from the agency

with a better pedigree than Porter's.

- Did you hear what she said, Porter?

- Yeah, Carson looks after Pop, not that anyone's

ever likely to take a shot at him, he's far too nice.

But wouldn't that be exciting?

A stake-out around the house,

bullets flying, the riot squad.

- You do have a leaning towards violence, dear.

- No, just for something exciting to happen around here.

- Does Mr. Carson live around here?

- Yeah, like one of the family.

- And his dog?

- You hit me.

- I'm sorry about that, but, well, sometimes a bit

of shock treatment, anyway, the rest will have done

you good, oh, such a fright, we can't have

people seeing you like this.

- I don't want people to see me.

Don't want to see anyone.

- Not now, perhaps, but later on when you're better.

- I'm not going to get better, I broke my back.

I'll never be better.

- That's because you don't believe.

Once you start to believe, really believe,

things will be different.

(Porter barking) (suspenseful music)

(Porter barking and whining)

(Bessy humming)

- Porter!

Hey, Porter!

Porter!

(whistles)

Here boy!

Porter!

Porter!

(toy squeaks)

(suspenseful music)

Porter, Porter!

Porter!

(suspenseful music)

- [Suzy] Think it's horrible, really horrible.

- Did you tell the police?

- Yeah, but what can they do?

- Poor old Porter was such a nice dog.

- I ever get my hands on--

- It'd probably been worrying sheep or chickens.

You know what these farmers are like.

Mm, that was delicious!

Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll just go

and attend to my little charge.

- Porter never went after sheep, did he?

- Never, never.

- Well, you've hardly touched your soup, dear.

- I don't want soup, anyway, it tasted funny.

- But it'll help to make you better.

(Charley sighs)

You don't believe I can, do you?

But I can make you better, course a lot depends

on you, your cooperation, we would have to come

to an agreement, a bond between us that nothing could break.

We'd be soul mates, dear.

(Charley laughing)

- That woman is certainly making a change around here.

(Ruth knocking on door)

- Charley, are you awake?

Good night, Charley.

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought I smelled something burning.

- My pipe, I like that slow burning sensation.

Of course, I can only enjoy it in private,

much too masculine for public use.

- Well, goodnight then.

- Goodnight, dear, sleep well.

(suspenseful music)

- Well?

There's an improvement, isn't there?

There is an improvement?

- None that I can detect.

(Charley sighs)

But you're more cheerful, you're brighter than yourself

and that's a good thing, this new nurse is doing you good.

See you next week, Charley.

Well done, you're taking excellent care of her.

- Thank you, doctor.

- [Charley] There's no change, not even a tiny change.

- I told you it would take a little time.

Rome wasn't built in a day, mind you,

it took less than a day to destroy it by fire.

How are you getting on with your studies?

- I am about halfway.

- Ah, that's my girl, my girl!

- Ah, 'scuse me.

- [Ruth] Carson? - Hm?

- [Ruth] How did she check out?

- [Carson] Hm?

- [Ruth] The new nurse, Bessy.

- Oh, they're gonna have to go right

through the whole procedure again.

- [Ruth] You mean you can't trace her?

- Oh, on the contrary, the spot trace they ran

on there took them way, way back.

Too far, they couldn't find a birth certificate,

just an uninterrupted lineage, must have been a slip-up

in our records somewhere or Bessy's older than a Methuselah.

- I know every word by heart, I'm ready, aren't I, Bessy?

I must be ready!

- [Bessy] You're very close, now hold still.

- But when, you must know when, how soon?

- Charley! - Ruth!

- I feel as if I haven't seen you in days.

You're looking so much better and brighter,

oh, and thank goodness you're letting someone do

something with your hair at last.

- Oh, it has to look good now, doesn't it?

For when I'm up and about again.

- Charley, I think it would be a mistake

to start raising false hopes, you know what the doctor said.

- I don't believe in doctors, I believe in Bessy.

- Well, I'll come back later.

- When Bessy, when?

- Well, how would this evening suit you?

- Father? - Yes?

- I'm worried about Charley

and whatever Bessy's been telling her.

Charley's convinced that she's going to walk again.

Bessy's been feeding it to her.

Now I'm not so sure we shouldn't find ourselves a new nurse.

- Ruth, how can you say that?

From the moment Bessy arrived,

Charley's been a more cheerful,

more amenable girl, certainly a quieter one.

- Yes, but if Bessy's been raising false hopes

then what is it gonna? - It must be psychologically

right to get her interested in something!

- And what's gonna happen when the letdown

comes? - I'm sure Bessy knows

exactly what she is doing, now come on,

let's have some dinner!

Ah.

(Charley gasping)

- Thank you, Ruth.

You know, I wish Simon would come back here again.

- Now you know very well Charley put a stop to that.

She wouldn't let him.

- Yes, but he could comes to see me, couldn't he?

- Why not?

- Well if Charley doesn't want him, I wouldn't mind him.

- Suzy!

- Well, I wouldn't.

Nor would Ruth, she misses him, too.

(speaking in foreign language)

(Charlie gasping)

I guess you are right, Simon is a little old for me.

Anyway, Tommy'd be jealous.

- And who is Tommy?

- [Suzy] The boy I'm dating in the village.

- [Edgar] Dating?

If your mother was still alive!

Ruth, did you know about this?

- No.

- I was gonna tell Ruth the other day.

Bessy stopped me.

- Bessy?

- Well, she said I was old enough to have a little fun.

Said I was old enough for anything.

(speaking in foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

(Bessy speaking in foreign language)

(Charley gasping)

(Bessy screaming)

(wind whistling)

(suspenseful music)

- Pete's sake, what was that?

- I heard a scream.

(Edgar grunts)

A terrifying scream.

It's Charley!

Charley!

(suspenseful music)

- Charley!

(suspenseful music)

Charley!

(Edgar and Charley laughing)

Thank God!

- God?

(rain drumming)

(doorbell rings)

- Oh!

Oh, Ruth, where is she?

- [Ruth] Upstairs.

- Oh, when she called me, I couldn't believe it,

after so long, oh it is true, isn't it, Ruth?

- [Ruth] Yes, it's true!

- It's fantastic, miraculous!

Upstairs you said?

- Simon, she's still very fragile, don't tire her.

(knocking on door)

- Come in.

- Charley.

I can't believe it, I really can't believe it.

- [Charley] That's a secret, Simon, believing.

- Remember, my lovely, be faithful.

(suspenseful music)

- You feel it too, don't you?

I don't know, an atmosphere, I don't know,

but I don't like it.

- Bessy!

Bessy?

Bessy!

- Hello, Mr. Harrow.

- Bessy, there's no doubt you brought a considerable change

to this household, Charley, she's just as she was.

- No, more so.

- Bessy, I know your job is done here now,

I hate the thought of you moving away.

What I mean is this house is yours

as long as you care to stay.

- Well, I shall have to move on sometime.

(suspenseful music)

But not right away.

Still things to do, things to take care of.

I'll be here a little while yet.

- Ruth!

Ruth!

- In here!

- Ruth, she's agreed!

Charley, she said yes, we're gonna be married!

I'm just gonna take her out for a drive to discuss details.

Oh no, well.

Look, she wants that fur outfit, you know where it is?

- [Ruth] Married?

- Isn't it marvelous?

And I wanna get her moving before she changes her mind,

you know Charley, now I'll have to talk to your father,

of course, and make

arrangements, and the press'll be

on to it, oh well, I can. - Oh, Simon,

you can't marry Charley.

- Can't marry her, what do you mean?

- Well, she's still an invalid, I mean, she's too weak.

- She looks fine to me.

- No, it's just too soon, I mean, we don't know yet.

- Don't know what?

Ruth, what's the matter?

- She's jealous.

Jealous, Bessy told me.

(engine revving)

- Ruth.

Ruth, I know how you feel.

- You don't know, you damn well don't know.

(suspenseful music)

- Run him down!

Run him down!

- Charley!

(Charley laughs)

Charley, what?

(Charlie screams)

(Charley laughing)

(Simon gasps)

- I'm sorry.

- You were trying to warn me about something

and I didn't listen, what was it?

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

- Eh?

- Well, they're disinfected, and if you just let

the air get it, you might end up with no scar.

- Thank you, Ruth.

- I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.

- I'm not, I'm not, you have to drag me there!

- I can't force you to go to church, Suzy,

I wouldn't want to, but I would like you to go.

(bell pealing)

- Maybe she's getting sick or something.

I better stay behind with her.

- Well, I have to go.

There's no such thing as an ungodly diplomat.

- No, sir.

(bells pealing)

(Suzy laughing)

(Bessy and Suzy laughing)

- [Bessy] Oh!

(suspenseful music) (bell pealing)

(peaceful music)

- Bessy?

Bessy!

I'm expecting a call from the States

and I just discovered that Father left his notes behind,

well his notes, he's delivering the address today

and without his notes, he's just gonna dry up.

I was wondering if you could run them over for me.

- Oh, of course I will!

Where is he?

- In church, you know, without his notes he's like a ship

without a sail. - Ooh, ooh, ooh!

Oh, oh, ah, I think I've twisted it.

Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Miss Harrow,

I'm afraid you'll have to go after all.

Never mind, I'll, I'll sit here and wait for your call.

(suspenseful music) (bell pealing)

(suspenseful music)

- Mrs. Fuller?

Mrs. Fuller?

I'm Ruth Harrow, I got your address from the agency,

the nursing agency, I'm sorry to bother you,

but I thought I might ask you a few questions.

I understand a few months ago, you were very ill.

- Oh, yes, yes.

- Well, you're obviously fine now.

- Oh marvelous, myself again, more than myself, I'm fine.

- I can see that, well it must have been a miracle cure.

- Oh, it was, just revelation.

- [Ruth] Brought about by your nurse, Miss Elizabeth Morne?

- Do you know Bessy?

Oh, I do wish she'd come and see me.

But she can't, she told me she has other work to do.

- What did she mean by that, what work?

More miracle cures?

- You don't like Bessy.

- No, I just would like to know more about her,

that's all, I was hoping you'd be able to help.

- More about her, you want me to tell you more about Bessy?

I'll tell you, I'll show you.

(Ruth screams)

(Mrs. Fuller laughing)

- Helen, Helen, Edwards, Edwards!

(Mrs. Fuller laughing)

Oh, leave us alone!

Leave us alone for pity's sake!

(Mrs. Fuller laughing)

- Carson, would you come here?

- Just checking the grounds.

- It's not outside you should be checking.

- Good news, my lovely, we found a new disciple.

(suspenseful music)

- Crazy, you're crazy.

- Come on, Carson, your dog, that atmosphere

that you've been feeling.

- They're not facts.

- Then get some, you're supposed to be

the security man around here, the investigator.

I told you, I saw Mrs. Fuller,

now if you're not gonna believe me,

I think it's. - Oh, I believe you.

I believe you saw what you saw.

I'd like to have a look inside her room.

Sometime when she's not there,

but I can't leave your father.

- Father's gonna be at the embassy all day tomorrow,

he'll be knee deep in security men.

- Oh! (Suzy laughing)

(Bessy laughing)

- Hey!

- Now, what else do I see?

- The Becketts just called, it seems they have a glut

of eggs just now, new laid, free range.

We can have as many as we can carry.

Suzy, wanna come and help me?

Look, it's only five minutes away.

That new foal of theirs is up on its feet.

- I'd like to see that.

- Then you run along, my dear.

- Bessy, why don't you come along, too.

We could certainly use an extra hand.

- Yeah, you come too, Bessy, please.

- All right, my lovelies, why not?

(suspenseful music)

- [Suzy] Look at this one!

(chickens drowning out Bessy)

This one's a hen!

- Oh!

- [Suzy] See!

- Ooh!

- Aw, man, it's a little one.

- Look what I found!

- Bessy, trust you!

- Golly!

(suspenseful music)

You're a stupid chicken!

Bessy, Bessy, but!

- [Ruth] Come on!

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, dear, you know.

It's no good, dear.

No good at all.

(suspenseful music)

(gun bangs)

(gun clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(Carson gasps)

(suspenseful music)

- That wasn't necessary, dear, not necessary at all.

Still, it showed winning, now why don't you fetch me

my little box of tricks?

(suspenseful music)

Ruth!

It's Mr. Carson.

He's dead, some kind of a heart attack.

- A heart attack?

- Well it must have been!

There isn't a mark on him.

(suspenseful music)

- Ruth, I think you must be mad!

- That's what Carson said, only now he's dead.

- Of natural causes!

Look, you think when a security man dies they don't look

at it from every angle, check, double check?

Ruth, read for yourself, natural causes,

no further need to investigate.

- He was searching Bessy's room.

- He was found dead here at this desk,

and for Pete's sake, why would he want

to search Bessy's room?

- Because she's evil!

- What is this, this constant persecution

of Bessy by you?

- Maybe we are the ones who are being persecuted!

- Ruth, darling, you're distraught, you're upset

I can see. - No, I am trying

to save us, save this family.

- From what?

- I don't know.

From Bessy.

- Oh there you go with Bessy again!

- Father, I know that I am right about this,

I know it, now Carson knew it,

too! - I won't listen

to you anymore. - Father?

- [Edgar] Not another word.

- Father, please.

(Suzy laughing)

- Thanks for getting me out of that house, Simon.

I was beginning to think that.

You're a good driver.

- I like to think so.

What man doesn't?

- Could we go faster?

(suspenseful music)

- You wanted to talk to me, what about?

- I do want to talk to you,

I'm gonna tell you some things that you're not gonna believe

but somehow I'm gonna make you believe me.

Let's just go faster.

(suspenseful music)

- Make me believe what?

- You really are a good driver.

You never once crashed a car, have you?

(suspenseful music)

(sexy music)

(suspenseful music)

- Mrs. Bayer?

Charlotte Harrow.

Yes, Charley.

Oh no, I'm fine now, fine.

Oh, I'd love to come to another one of your lovely parties,

especially if your husband's there.

In fact, that's why I'm calling,

to tell you what good friends we are.

Your husband and me, much, much more

than good friends as a matter of fact.

(suspenseful music)

(brakes squealing)

(tire whirring)

(siren blaring)

(sexy music)

(siren blaring)

(sexy music)

(knocking on door)

- Simon.

- Mr. Harrow, I'm, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the tire burst,

the damn thing swerved, I couldn't control it.

- For god's sake, what happened?

Suzy, turn that damn thing off!

What happened?

- It's Ruth, sir.

- Ruth!

(sexy music)

Oh god.

- [Simon] I got her straight to the hospital,

they examined her.

There's nothing physically wrong with her.

- [Edgar] Take her upstairs, quick.

- [Simon] It's just shock.

It's just shock!

(suspenseful music)

- Ruth?

Ruth?

- How is she, doctor?

- She's gonna be all right, isn't she?

- Doctor?

- Oh, I agree with the hospital,

nothing physically wrong with her, no concussion.

- No, but she's just - They just.

- Lying there, not moving.

- Well your daughter's in a state of catatonic shock,

Mr. Harrow, but purely psychological,

just as real as a physical paralysis.

- When will she come out of it?

- Can't tell, few hours perhaps, or a few weeks.

- Weeks?

- Well we'll keep her warm,

feed her intravenously if necessary.

(door knob rattles)

Oh, it's a good thing you're still here.

I'm not expecting another of your miracle cures,

but you will stay on and look after her, won't you?

- Course I will.

- Well done.

- Don't you worry yourself, Mr. Harrow.

I'll take good care of Ruth for you.

- Yes, thank you.

(suspenseful music)

- [Bessy] Start right away.

(suspenseful music)

- Yes, well it is only a question of time, Mr. Harrow.

I think the main thing, really, is not to worry.

Do you want me to prescribe anything for you?

- No, no, I'll be all right, thanks, doctor.

- I'll call in again tomorrow.

- [Edgar] Goodbye.

- [Doctor] Goodbye.

- Mr. Harrow, I,

I don't, I don't. - Simon, I don't blame you.

Accidents happen.

You didn't plan this.

- No.

- First Charley, then Ruth.

This family seems fated.

- Yes.

- Can you hear me?

Yes, I'm sure you can.

I usually like to wait a few weeks to get to know

my little charges a bit better, but you, dear,

I feel I know you very well.

Shock's a funny thing, oh, I've seen several cases of it.

Some of them lie in there like dead things for weeks,

sometimes years.

You wouldn't like that to happen to you, would you, dear?

That's why I'm making you this little offer.

Now my side of the bargain is to make you well again,

overnight, in seconds, just like Charley.

Your side is a bit more complicated,

but ever so simple, really.

(suspenseful music)

Look at me, dear.

You do know who I am, don't you?

Look at me.

You do know who I am, don't you?

(suspenseful music)

Look at me.

(suspenseful music)

Yes, you know who I am.

I'm the collector, the collector of souls.

Yours'll make three.

Not a bad little bag into one house.

- Well, I'm ready.

- Charley, what are you doing?

- [Charley] You haven't forgotten?

- Forgotten what?

- [Charley] The Fosters!

They invited us over to spend the afternoon.

- All of us.

- Damn it, I had forgotten.

- Well, I want to go.

- There should be some men there.

- [Edgar] We can't leave Ruth.

- Now don't you worry about Ruth, Mr. Harrow.

I'll take good care of her,

you run along and enjoy yourselves.

And be faithful, my dears.

(Suzy and Charley laughing)

- [Charley] Suzy, are you ready?

- Here we go!

- I'll be in to take care of you again later, dear.

Later.

- Mr. Lyall?

Mr. Lyall?

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- [Simon] Ruth?

- Simon, you're there, then.

- [Simon] Well yes, I'm here, but.

- Well have you spoken to him, what does he say?

- [Simon] Nothing, look Ruth, he's a drunk, a nut,

he can't possibly help us. - I checked.

He's the only one who can do it.

- But Ruth! - Bring him.

Please, just bring him now.

- There used to be 21 of us.

21.

The brothers of charity.

There used to be 21 of us.

Every time we meet him, you see, it diminishes us.

If you'll oblige me, brother.

The Bible.

- I'm sorry.

- Understandable mistake.

My face reflects my folly.

(Mr. Lyall breathes deeply)

Forgive me, I'm just a mortal man.

- Aren't we all?

- No, not all.

That is a mistake you must not make.

We should hurry.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell rings)

- You didn't need me after all, did you, dear?

(doorbell rings) You're playing tricks

on old Bessy.

Oh dear, you do look pale.

Peeked into my little box of tricks, didn't you?

(doorbell rings)

Don't know why it should revolt you so much.

It's just things that people do.

- Break it.

(Simon slamming on door)

- Ah, you can't win 'em all.

(Simon slamming on door)

I shall have to give your soul to him.

- Beelzebub!

(Ruth gasping)

- You are clever, dear.

- Lucifer, Prince of darkness, woman that never dies!

I challenge thee.

- [Bessy] Brother Lyall.

- Call me not brother, I cast out all sin.

Call me not brother.

- Cast out, cast out?

Is that what you've done, dear?

(Bessy laughs)

I would say good, but then you know,

it's not one of my favorite words.

You look pale, Brother Lyall, so careworn.

Perhaps I, - Don't touch me!

- But I have such healing hands.

- Don't touch me!

- Ah, that's a nice book, I'm mentioned in it several times.

It's a good, oh, there's that word again!

Good is such a poor, pious word.

Not enough fire and brimstone for my taste,

not enough fire.

I'm full of parlor tricks, Brother Lyall.

(Mr. Lyall gasping)

(Simon yelling)

Full of party tricks, Brother Lyall!

- Stay from me, Satan.

- Oh, come on, dear, I'm part of your nature,

the part you like best.

- No!

(Bessy yells)

- Pain, but pain can be such a pleasure in my world.

- Devil! - I never denied it!

- Devil!

- [Bessy] Ah.

Not twice, deary.

(Mr. Lyall screaming)

You do have a vivid imagination, don't you, dear?

Nice to play with, though, I expect you see lots

of serpents and snakes and things when you've been drinking

heavily, and you do like a drink, don't you?

- [Mr. Lyall] Liquor is an abomination!

- Oh yes, you do!

I expect your throat's feeling quite dry even now.

- You'll not tempt me, you'll not!

- Ah, temptation is a very personal thing

between you and the bottle.

- [Mr. Lyall] Satan's fluid!

- [Bessy] Come on, dear, spoil yourself.

- No!

I cast thee from this house!

(suspenseful music)

- You won't cast me from anywhere!

Your spirit's strong, but this spirit's stronger!

(suspenseful music)

(wind whistles)

(Bessy screams)

(suspenseful music)

- I can't move!

(Charley screams)

I can't move!

Oh no, I can't move!

- Charley!

- Help me!

(Suzy screams)

(Charley cries)

- [Edgar] Oh no, no, it's okay, there, there.

(Charley's crying drowns out Edgar and Suzy)

- [Mr. Lyall] What happened?

(Charley crying)

- [Edgar] Now wait a minute.

(Charley crying)

- [Edgar] Good job, Charley, easy there.

Come on, easy, easy, easy, easy.

(Simon grunts)

- [Edgar] Charlie, it's all right.

(Charley crying)

- Each encounter leaves its mark on all of us.

(suspenseful music)