All language subtitles for THRILLER.S02E01

(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 ♪

♪ 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.

- 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.

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 ♪

♪ Cat's in his cradle ♪

♪ Who'll wake him up ♪

♪ 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?

Sammy?

(suspenseful music)

Sammy!

(Samantha screams)

(knocking)

(dramatic music)

Forever.

And ever...

Sammy.

- Sammy?

(dramatic music)