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CLOCK TICKING

DOORBELL BUZZES

- Yes? - JOHN: Good morning.

Come in.

I happened to be passing,

and I knew you'd never forgive me if I didn't drop in.

After all, to be so close and not to call, it would have been churlish.

It's over there, the coffee.

JOHN: Ah.

I spent the morning being dictated to by my tailor.

After all, he has to tell me about Italian styles.

HE CHUCKLES

I don't know how those fellows manage the dolce vita

in those tight clothes.

Am I disturbing you?

Oh, what are you producing here, war or Richard III, eh?

It's what I'm working on at the moment.

Yes. I know. I read it. Very interesting.

Beautiful pictures.

"Medieval Influences on Fashion and Adornment."

"I dreamed I was going rusty in my..."

Do you know these things have become very, very popular,

especially when they're inhabited.

Huh. Combining the old with the new.

Now, I think you're on to something, you know, Mrs Gale,

so long as you're not thinking of reintroducing

the, er, chastity belt.

Er, I didn't come just for the coffee, you know,

excellent as it always is.

I bought myself a spanking new car.

I thought we might get a run.

Well, I knew you'd be glad to see me. What's that?

This letter, it's from Sir Cavalier Resagne.

Sounds like an opera.

Sir Cavalier Resagne's probably

the greatest medieval historian in Europe.

Apparently, he's read my article,

likes it, and now he wants to meet me.

He's invited me to his home for the weekend.

- Where is this place? - Clear on this side of Exmoor.

You know, it's extraordinary.

He hardly ever sees anyone,

and his home is virtually a museum.

When does he want you to go?

Now. Hey, today. I'd better pack.

Ooh, collect my car for me, will you?

It won't be necessary. I'll give you a lift.

What on earth for? I can drive myself.

Nonsense. I insist. We can have that run.

It's a long way for a run.

It'll be very nice, you beside me,

the wind whipping your cheeks,

a few fresh flowers in your hair.

Will you be going past the cleaners, by any chance?

Lunch at the pub.

Besides, it gives me a chance to know

what she can really do. HE IMITATES CAR ENGINE

INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE

CROWD CHATTERING

BIRDS CHIRPING

INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE

DOORBELL RINGING

RINGING CONTINUES

Good afternoon. I'm Catherine Gale.

Hello.

Sir Cavalier is expecting me.

Oh, yes, he told me.

JOHN HUMMING

This is Mr Steed. He drove me down.

- I'm Ola. - How do you do?

Ola Monsey-Chamberlain.

Isn't that a shriek?

Monsey's the pirate.

Fancy hat!

I'm sorry we're late.

We took a few, er, wrong turnings.

Oh, I'm not surprised.

Oh, this place is the end of the world, isn't it?

Not surprised you got lost.

I was reading.

Italian book.

I like to read aloud.

The words are so nice and rolling.

SHE SPEAKS ITALIAN

SHE SPEAKS ITALIAN

Oh!

Do you like the old homestead?

Yeah, it's very impressive.

It's full of dead things.

Oh, nasty.

Do you play tennis? - Yes.

I hate tennis.

You're not a dentist, are you? - No.

I've got two fillings in back...

CATHERINE: Miss Chamberlain.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm forgetting my manners.

You'd like some tea, wouldn't you?

Both of you?

Don't you think you'd better tell Sir Cavalier first...

..that I'm here?

Oh, goodness, of course.

Well, didn't I tell you he's not here?

He was called away this morning,

erm, some business meeting in town,

the SOHAA,

Society of Historians or something.

- And Academicians. - Oh, yes, that's right.

Fusty old conference anyway.

Fusty's a dreamy word, isn't it?

All sort of mildewy and attic-y.

My teeth are awfully straight, aren't they?

Very impressive.

When will Sir Cavalier be back?

Oh, erm, later tonight sometime.

Oh, he apologised.

He said he was very sorry

and that I was to look after you until he got back.

Yes, that's what Uncle Cavalier said.

Uncle? So you're related, eh?

Oh. Well, not really. I'm his ward.

He and Mummy were awfully good friends.

Well, Mummy's dead now, and, and he looks after me.

Well, I look after him more, I suppose.

He's such an old dear.

Well, I mean, he's old, but...

..not the least bit square.

He understands me.

I take my hat off to him.

How old is he? - 76.

Erm, do you mind if we have tea in here?

Ooh.

Hot.

Ola Monsey-Chamberlain.

You know what the hyphen is, don't you?

A bar sinister.

Least that's what they used to call it in the old days.

Monsey, hyphen, Chamberlain.

Well, did I tell you about Monsey?

MUFFLED: Pirate, yeah.

We've had them all in our family.

Pirates, judges, soldiers, nuns.

- CATHERINE: And you? - OLA: Oh, I'm an actress.

What have you been doing recently?

Oh, I've only just become an actress.

I'd like to be a nun, really,

you know, making Benedictine and stuff.

Well, monks, you know.

It's monks that make that.

We'll smuggle you in.

Ooh. Ooh, we've never had a smuggler in the family.

Monsey was a pirate, though.

Oh, I suppose that's the same thing, isn't it?

Never had a smuggler or a surgeon or a dentist.

Oh, did I show you my teeth?

Mm, I've seen quite a lot of them.

Now, where are the rest of the staff?

Oh, there aren't any.

Well, only Mrs Darbright, and she's away.

She's in Scotland, I think, visiting a sister.

Surely, you're not running this house on your own.

Well, nobody stays with us long.

Well, staff, I mean.

I mean, nobody stays with us long.

I mean, this place is the end of the world, isn't it?

Well, only Mrs Darbright stays.

She's in Scotland.

Don't you mind being in this house alone?

Well, I'm not, am I?

There's you now...

..isn't there?

Oh, anyway, I don't care.

Ooh.

Are you gonna stay for dinner?

I'm afraid not. I really have to be going.

Oh, that's a pity. We don't often have visitors.

Can't I persuade you?

Er, no, I'm afraid I really do have to go.

Oh, all right, I'll get your hat.

I'd better go on down to the coast. Got a friend down there.

He's got a little cottage and a string of polo ponies.

Thanks for bringing me down, Steed.

It's a pleasure.

I like to see the company you keep.

I'll come back on Monday, OK, and collect you.

Fine, thanks.

I think you're in good hands.

Oh, happy weekend.

Thank you.

Thanks for tea.

CAR STARTS

Oh, would you like to see your room?

Yes, thank you.

CLOCK TICKING

This is magnificent.

Sixteenth century, isn't it?

Well, I don't know.

I don't really know much about these things.

This house is rather grim, isn't it?

Especially at night.

Are you afraid of the dark?

I love the dark.

Oh, it's owl time,

full of creeps and crawls and sensuals.

I love it.

You can imagine all kinds of tingles and chill spines.

SHE CHUCKLES

'Course I have to experience everything.

Oh, being an actress.

Range expanding and all that stuff.

Oh, it's through there.

Oh, if you want me, I'll be downstairs.

Cheerio.

SHE GASPS SOFTLY

LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING

Oh, dinner's ready.

We always have dinner at night in this house.

One thing Uncle Cavalier is really strict about.

Oh, he said that if he didn't get back in time, you ought to just

go ahead without him. - I'd rather wait.

OLA: Oh, he insisted.

He absolutely insisted. Anyway, it's ready.

They're very friendly.

I play to them.

Great scenes.

I want to make them cry.

Oh, it's fish and the wine's red.

Red's all we've got. The wine cellar's locked up.

Doesn't your uncle trust you?

Oh, no. It's just that he always locks up when he goes away.

Mm. I adore red wine, don't you?

Dark...

..blood red.

Mm.

It is fish.

CATHERINE: I don't mind.

OLA: I expect he'll miss the fast train.

He's always missing trains, you know.

Probably get the slow one.

BELL JANGLING Bells for ringing.

SHE GIGGLES

Ringing me to you.

Aren't you eating as well?

Oh, oh, no. I'm slimming.

Actress has to keep her figure, you know. It's very important.

Oh, that's for Uncle Cavalier when he gets back.

TELEPHONE RINGING

- Goodbye. I'm going now. - Oh?

Oh, that was a friend of mine from the village.

She's been taken ill. - Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, she's been taken so ill, and she wants me

to go along straight away. - Oh, then you must.

Oh, I wish Uncle Cavalier would come back.

Oh, don't... don't worry about that. You go along.

I don't want to leave you alone.

I'll be perfectly all right.

But it seems so ill-mannered.

Look, if your friend really is ill...

- Well, she is, really. - Well, then.

Well, all right. I'll go.

And I'll take the car.

I adore driving, don't you?

Ah, the speed, ooh!

Come on. Don't you think you'd better get going?

Oh, all right.

You won't like being here all on your own.

I brought a book. I'll probably go to bed

and settle down with that. - Oh, I read Italian books.

- Really? - Mm.

Oh! There was something else. I almost forgot.

Lock the door.

Lock the door after me, won't you?

Goodbye. - Goodbye.

CAR ENGINE REVS

MAN ON RADIO: 'In the House of Commons this afternoon,

'the Minister of Agriculture announced

'a further drop in subsidies

'to counteract the recent potato glut.

'Early this morning, firemen were called to a blaze

'in a Liverpool paint factory.

'The fire is now reported to be under control,

'although damage is estimated at over £80,000.

'That concludes the news headlines.

'Now, here is a summary of the weather.

'Widespread rain is reported tonight

'in many districts of West and Southwest England.

'This is particularly heavy in Devon and Somerset.

'Officials have warned that night visibility will be...'

CLOCK CHIMING

CHIMING CONTINUES

CLOCK TICKING

LOUD THUD

ROCKING HORSE SQUEAKS

DOORBELL RINGS

KNOCKS ON DOOR

DOORBELL RINGS

KNOCKING CONTINUES

RINGING CONTINUES

- Well, you'll catch cold. - What do you want?

Well, I might be Darryl F Zanuck

looking for a new international star.

- It seems unlikely. - Ah, you doubt me,

but I could be, couldn't I? You don't know for a fact

I ain't Darryl F Zanuck. - Do you know what time it is?

Well, it's my jalopy, my car, just over there.

I've run out of petrol, and, erm... - I can't see a car.

No, you wouldn't, would you? Not at the far end of the drive.

It's there, just over by your garage.

What made you think I ain't Darryl F. Zanuck?

You know him personally?

Oh, please!

It's your phone I want, doll, see?

Long distance, wires buzzing, big deal.

It's tremendous, it's colossal, it's wow!

In the cast, I want Loren, Bardot, Peck.

I also want a gallon of petrol. Otherwise, I'll have to walk home,

and my feet would get sore.

Us Darryl F Zanucks are human, you know.

You, er... you do have a phone?

Yes, there's a phone.

Oh... maybe you're all alone

in this great big house. Is that it?

- Come on in and phone. - Thanks, doll.

I'm not really Darryl F Zanuck, you know.

He's a much smaller man.

Wow. What a set you have here, doll.

OK. We'll move that plant...

..bring the booms in here...

..probably up the stairs.

Oh, you're wondering why I'm carrying on this way,

having positively and definitely admitted

that I ain't Darryl F Zanuck.

Well, I'll tell you why, actually.

Now, I wouldn't want this to go any further than Louella Parsons.

I'm Alfred Hitchcock in disguise.

Isn't that fantastic?

Oh, what those make-up boys can do these days.

The phone's here.

Oh, thanks, doll. There's a walk-on for you in my next movie.

No, no, no. Don't thank me. I wish to remain anonymous.

Yes, you know, you've got class.

And I like that.

I like girls with class.

You know they say about girls with class, I mean?

They like to, er, look over the fence once in a while,

see what the grass is like on the other side.

- Will you make that call and leave? - Debs and dustmen,

tiaras and truck drivers.

It's in. It's the thing.

I mean, after Henley and the yacht club boys,

there's nothing better than a good labourer, rough hands.

"Oh, dear, I had no idea

"that the peasants went in for that sort of thing.

"It's much too good for them." - Now, listen to me.

Now, the girl I went out with tonight, she had class.

Just trappings, I'll give you that, but...

..a lovely set of trappings for all that.

Not as good as you, though.

Are you going to make that call or not?

I will. Don't rush me.

Had too much rushing tonight already.

Nosy copper, shining lights in the car.

"What are you doin' in there?" "Oh, nothing, Officer."

"Nothing, eh? Well, hold my torch and let a man in."

It was a joke. You like jokes?

Definitely not now.

OK. I'll make the call.

This is like the movie situation, isn't it?

Girl all alone in a great big house.

A mysterious stranger calls.

"I'm out of petrol. May I use your phone?"

She lets him in. He picks up the phone.

The phone is dead.

# Dun dun dunh. #

The wires have been cut.

The wires have been cut.

No, I mean it.

Look.

# Dun dun dunh... #

Don't worry, madam.

Your son will live to play the sousaphone again.

We've grafted on a new sousa.

Oh, doctor, I don't know how to thank you.

Why was your car in the driveway? Were you on your way here?

Well, in a manner of speaking, yes.

I knew I was running out of gas, see,

knew about this place, thought I could come over and use the phone.

Well, there's nothing much in here. We'll need a pair of pliers.

Wire and pliers, that's what it needs to fix that phone.

Then you'll just have to walk.

- What about Ola? - Ola?

Now, you've got all your faculties. You heard what I said. Ola.

You're expecting her back, aren't you?

- And if I am? - Well, she could give me a lift,

couldn't she? I don't suppose she's hoofing it.

This Ola, she's, er... she's a bit of a nut.

That's got absolutely nothing to do with you.

I think it's time you went.

Oh, well, she could save me a long walk if she gets back.

How about the village, though? That's down the dip.

Mist will be thicker than soup down there.

I can't see her getting back tonight. No, not tonight.

That's Hound Of The Baskervilles country.

HE HOWLS

Hey, now, you've got nice legs.

You have, though.

Nice. I'd like to put you in my next picture...

HE GROANS

HE EXHALES Playing Tarzan.

Well, you... you know how to look after yourself, huh?

I think so. Now get out.

Oh, but it... it's cold and misty and dark out there.

Anyway, there's a situation

to be explored here. - What situation?

You all alone in this great big house.

Now, I know you're all alone. It's no good telling me

Big Daddy's upstairs with a shotgun. You're alone, all right, with me.

I've had just about enough

of this nonsense. - Ah, I knew you'd get curious.

I knew. It's these.

- Affectation. - Oh, you could be right.

Then again, you could be wrong.

I mean, maybe it's to stop me getting mobbed.

Oh, those mad, mad girls tearing at my clothes,

my tie, my jacket, my trousers,

trying to eat me alive.

"Go for his cuff links, Henrietta."

"No, get away! Ow! No!"

"I'll swap you two pair of his socks for one pair of these underpants."

Oh!

Maybe, it's that.

Maybe I just don't want to be recognised.

Or maybe I just got piggy eyes.

Jumping to conclusions. Now, suppose everybody did that.

Suppose I decided you cut those phone wires yourself.

- Why should I do that? - Keep me here.

I've got vitality, charm. SHE SIGHS

Well, then who did cut the phone wire?

I don't know, probably the phone people.

Oh, I think there's more to it than that.

Know what I think? Sinister doings, that's what.

X certificate stuff, fun fit for kids and old ladies.

Look, it's late, I'm tired, and you're going.

Well, then, how would you like me to tuck you in?

How would you like me to break your arm?

Oh, no, not much. No, that doesn't appeal.

No, I think I can definitely say that isn't me.

No, maybe I... - Come on. I've had enough of this.

Oh, I'm disappointed in you, doll.

And you were just dressed for the part, too.

Now, in the movie... - This is not the movies.

- Are you really throwing me out? - I'm really throwing you out.

It'll be hell in there without me.

- I'll manage. - Know how far I'll have to walk?

On a night like this, too.

I've got a suspicion you don't trust me.

You don't believe my car broke down, do you?

Well, it really did, you know.

Look, the garage, maybe there's a can of petrol in there.

Well, it's likely, isn't it?

- It's likely. - OK. Let me take a look.

If I find some gas, I'll take off.

Now, I can't say fairer than that, can I?

Just get out and don't come back.

I will do.

Anyway, you can keep this place. It's creepy.

Especially if you're on your own, and you're gonna be.

You see, Ola ain't coming back.

I saw her in the village way back,

and she was getting on a train to town.

HE KICKS PETROL CANS

METAL CLANKS

DOOR KNOB RATTLING

MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO

DOOR SLAMS

This will be your biggest production yet, Darryl,

your biggest yet.

TELEPHONE RINGS

RINGING CONTINUES

RINGING STOPS

CAR HORN HONKS

LOUD THUD

MAN SCREAMS

OBJECTS CLATTER

CLOCK TICKING

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

HINGES CREAK

METAL CLANKS

ENGINE SPUTTERING

CLOCK TICKING

GLASS SHATTERS

ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING

WOMAN SINGING INDISTINCTLY

AMPLIFIED MALE VOICE: 'Catherine.'

ECHOING: 'Cathy.'

ARMOUR CLATTERS

BELL RINGING

MUSIC STOPS

MALE VOICE: Cathy?

Cathy.

Cathy.

SHE GASPS

AMPLIFIED MALE VOICE: 'Cathy.

'Cathy Gale.

'Cathy, I want to talk to you.'

MALE VOICE: It's quite all right.

I'm just a friend, Cathy.

Just an old friend.

Don't be frightened.

There's absolutely nothing to worry about now.

Dear Cathy.

Who are you? What do you want?

MALE VOICE: Just a chat.

A quiet little chat about old times.

Come out where I can see you. Where are you?

AMPLIFIED MALE VOICE: 'I'm everywhere, Cathy.

'Everywhere you might run to, everywhere you might hide.

'I might be down here, you see.'

FAINT MALE VOICE: Or I might be right behind you.

MALE VOICE: Difficult, isn't it?

Do you see me?

Am I close enough

to stretch out my hand and... touch you?

Or maybe I'm here waiting for you to find me.

It's a puzzle, isn't it?

Where, oh, where?

AMPLIFIED MALE VOICE: 'Which way will it be, Cathy?

'It's probably going to rain.

'We'll be caught if we ride to the West Tor.

'Probably a thunderstorm.

'Which way?'

MALE VOICE: Back up the stairs... into my arms?

Or down here?

Down here, Cathy, where I'm waiting for you.

DOOR KNOB RATTLING

MALE VOICE: It's locked!

And it's raining, Catherine.

ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING

MALE VOICE: Catherine?

Are you all right?

Oh, my dear, I didn't mean to frighten you.

It was all for you, all of this,

to remind you of that day.

WOMAN SINGING INDISTINCTLY

Remember that?

I thought you would.

A romantic might say it was our tune.

Yes, that little restaurant off the Schellingstrasse,

where we used to eat.

Don't you remember the barman with the red face?

You said he was like that Rembrandt portrait.

- Martin. - Ah!

I knew you couldn't forget.

I planned all this for you, Catherine, as a surprise.

The best presents are surprise ones, you said, like...

HE CHUCKLES

HE SNIFFS

Do you like the jasmine?

Yes, we went riding in the Randenstrasse.

There was going to be a thunderstorm,

but you insisted on going to the West Tor.

We got soaked to the skin.

We came back to your hotel.

You opened the door.

And there was the jasmine.

1953, hottest August in Berlin for six years.

I looked up things like that in books afterwards.

I had the time.

A long time, Catherine.

But I don't mind.

The longer it is, the longer I can go on looking at your face.

Your face...

..was always so perfectly... symmetrical.

I saw the first photograph in a magazine.

Not a line out of place.

I cut it out.

Then, in more magazines, I found more photographs.

Your face... was all around me.

If I looked in the mirror, I could see you.

There were so many photographs of you.

Martin Goodman.

You knew who I was.

The last day, you knew then.

Yes, I did.

Yes, you said my flight would be cancelled because of the storm.

I was getting out, flying to South America.

But I came to see you. I thought...

I thought I was going to take you away with me.

Why did you stop me catching my plane, Catherine?

You had to be stopped.

But you could have come with me. There was plenty of money.

Other people's money, three million pounds.

Mustn't believe those lies, Catherine.

There's absolute proof.

Some of the refugees did escape.

Well, what did they say?

They tell how you approached them

and arranged the escape.

They paid you with all the money they had,

their jewels, their possessions.

Then you informed the military of the escape.

The time, the place, the families involved.

And the military paid you, too.

A few insignificant refugees.

Nobody's insignificant!

Not those refugees, not that poor boy upstairs.

Boy?

Oh, you mean that young man.

I hadn't expected him.

I must catch my plane.

- It's gone, Martin. - Yes.

Yes, that was your surprise, wasn't it?

I came to your hotel.

I thought you wanted me to stay with you.

But you and Steed had planned it all,

planned that you should keep me there,

planned that I should miss my plane.

Why?

You bought and sold people.

You made money out of suffering.

Yes.

Yes, you know, I-I couldn't believe it at the time.

What a day for rain it was.

You remember?

You know, it still hadn't stopped when I left your hotel.

You closed the door,

and all the police waiting in the street

were soaked to the skin.

SHE LAUGHS

GUNSHOT FIRES

MAN: Cathy?

- Steed. - Shh.

I tried to stop him.

He's been shot.

WHISPERS: Blanks.

Probably swapped during dinner.

All part of the illusion...

..like the voices.

Microphones all over the shop.

Why did you come back?

I read about it in the evening paper,

front page, Martin Goodman escapes. Actually, he escaped three days ago.

Apparently, they let him out on purpose,

hoping that he'd lead them to three million pounds.

- And did he? - Yeah.

Unfortunately, he slipped security net and really did escape.

That's why we let the papers know.

So you knew all the time.

No.

I saw something on page three.

Sir Cavalier Resagne addresses conference abroad,

Drove back as soon as I could.

We probably lost Goodman altogether now.

I don't think so.

LOUD THUD He's coming back.

JOHN: Martin Goodman.

GOODMAN GASPS AND GRUNTS

HE SIGHS

My goodness me.

Do you think I frightened him?

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