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- Subtitles - Luís Filipe Bernardes

"I am Phoebe Martin."

"And this used to be the prettiest place in the Bluegrass.

"I was born here."

"I spent my girlhood here."

"And almost half a century ago I married Captain Selby Martin."

"He brought me a bright sword and a great love."

"The funeral wreath on the gate..."

"...is for me."

"Listen to the silence of this dingy colonnade."

"It used to echo to the clink of gallant spurs and the rustle of silk."

"Old Joshua is always the first one meets when coming into our home."

"He was here at the door when Capt. Martin carried me across the threshold."

"I remember that the wind billowed my wedding dress and we laughed."

"Yes, there was laughter in these halls in those days."

"The drawing room has hardly been used in nearly a quarter of a century."

"How I wish the crystals in the chandelier...

"...could have captured and held the color and gaiety of the last party."

"It was for my daughter Rachel,"

"but she didn't attend."

"The stairs were always the dais for great family pronouncements."

"It was from this platform of prejudice and foolish pride..."

"...that I broke Rachel's heart and destroyed her mind."

"This is my son Ralph's room."

"It is always locked."

"When he was only 13, Ralph could take a hunter over a six-foot hedge."

"He could have been a great engineer."

"But in these last dreadful years, the soul of the man has almost vanished."

"Frustration led to drink."

"And for all this,"

"I am to blame."

"My older son Edward is a sculptor.

"But he too was cheated of his chance in the world."

"Edward should be modeling life."

"But his hands fashioned only effigies of the dead."

"His gallery is a mausoleum."

"He's as deaf as the stone on which he works."

"He thinks he's his own prisoner."

"But he's mine."

"Shut out from the world by the iron bars of my selfish will."

"This is Rachel's room."

"It was twenty years ago. She was eighteen."

"I remember she posed in a pink dress."

"My husband had sent to Savannah for the artist."

"He offered the poor painter triple his fee...

"...if he would copy Lawrence's pinky and capture Rachel's beauty."

"Between Rachel and her father there was complete love."

"No, she isn't here."

"Poor confused, embittered Rachel."

"Come, we will find her."

"This is the family mausoleum."

"Here my mother, my father,"

"and his father before him are entombed."

"Here you will find my daughter."

"My poor, poor baby."

"I only wish that you could hurt me..."

"...as I've hurt you."

"I'm glad that you dwell only in a half world."

"That your years are blurred and pile up without sense of the passing of time."

"That you don't know the reason for your tears."

"Captain and Mrs. Martin invite you to a reception..."

"...to announce the engagement of their daughter Rachel."

Some champagne, Mr. Ralph?

Just to wish Miss Rachel and Mr. Wetherford happiness.

Thank you, Joshua.

I expect you you're gonna have some little cherubs...

...to wiggle out of stone before long, Mr. Edwards.

What did he say?

Captain and Mrs. Martin!

Hello, darlings!

Good evening, Mrs. Martin.

It's mighty nice to have you here, Colonel.

It's a privilege, Selby, a privilege.

Col. Wetherford, to the union of two of the finest families of the South.

I never use that word "union", Capt. Martin.

I wonder what's keeping Rachel.

Please go up and hurry her, dear.

- Pardon me, Colonel. - Certainly, sir.

Hurry, darling.

This is so terribly difficult to write.

Can't I just say, 'Forgive me,' and 'Love'?

Why do you have to ask forgiveness?

Is there any reason you should marry a man you don't love...

...just because it was arranged when you were a child?

- Think of me. - I have, darling.

Every long moment of these last months.

Rachel, we've been looking all...

Who the devil are you, sir?

- My name is Richard Arnold. - Please don't be angry, Father!

You always had a flare for anything dramatic.

Don't you realize that an elopement like this...

...would be a disgrace to all of us?

It isn't exactly an elopement, Capt. Martin, it's...

It's a wedding trip.

We were married months ago in Lexington.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

Well, I wanted to wait until I returned, you see...

Richard had to go abroad and I...

To while away the time, you became engaged to another man.

It was Mother's idea to announce the engagement.

I never said I'd marry Jim Wetherford.

It was a family understanding. I'll have this marriage annulled.

Think of your mother.

Mother, Mother, Mother.

The house rings with the word.

All my life it's been dinned into my ears.

Edward ought to be glad he's deaf.

Mother can dominate you.

She can browbeat Ralph, but not me.

I'm leaving this house right now.

We'll see about that.

Father!

Put away that gun, Capt. Martin. You're between wars now.

- Come on, dear. - Get out of this house, Arnold.

- Get out now! - It'll be a pleasure.

We'll have to hurry to catch the train as it is.

And if you don't mind, we'll go out the way I came in.

Through the crypt.

Rachel is not going with you.

Oh yes, she is. And we'd like your blessing.

But without a gun in your hand.

Selby!

Rachel!

Who is this gentleman?

Rachel, what has happened?

A very unpleasant situation, my dear.

This man's name is Richard Arnold.

We're married.

I'm sorry to have caused you this embarrassment.

With your permission, my wife and I will leave.

Rachel!

Go to your room and stay there.

- But Mother, I... - Must you question me?

Go. Instantly!

- Wait a minute. - You wait a minute.

Selby.

Selby!

He's dead.

This can't be.

My husband.

You killed him.

Mrs. Martin, it was an accident.

His own gun.

I didn't even know he was wounded.

Let Rachel tell you.

He's dead and you killed him.

You miserable man!

Now go.

Go alone.

And save Rachel the blood that's on your hands.

This is ridiculous.

I won't go.

Your daughter's my wife.

My daughter is a child...

...and it depended upon me. And you will go.

What have you to offer her but misery, disgrace?

And always the living presence that killed her father.

I tell you it was an accident.

- I saw you kill him! - Mrs...

Now go.

Unless you want me to kill you where you stand.

Go!

Go!

I'll come back and clear myself.

You won't! You can't!

Not if you even pretend that you love Rachel.

Because I'll have you lynched if you do.

There's no law within these gates but mine.

Get out!

With this trowl, the house of Martin was built.

And with this trowl I now seal my husband's resting place.

And the house of Martin is now cut off from the world.

I'll say that you were suddenly called away

as you were.

I'll tell James Wetherford...

...only that Rachel's mind is confused and disturbed,

which it is.

And that he must never see her again.

I promise you...

...that no scandal will cloud the name you gave me.

The sword I return to your hands was never tarnished...

...and never will be.

Good night, Selby.

Good night,

my captain.

"The leaves lie here like the withered yellow years of the past."

"Here, when the grass was soft and green, Rachel's baby should have played."

"From here, Ralph and Edward..."

"...should have gone forth into the bright beckoning world of the living."

"But I held them here bondaged to my indomitable will."

"Welcome to what is left of the Martin home and honor."

"I'm glad you've come. "

"I hope you can heal the scars the years have left."

"I pray that you will leave something far more valuable..."

"...than what you expect to take."

What do you intend doing with this old Kentuckian home...

...if you do inherit any part of it?

I think it's beautiful. I wouldn't disturb a thing.

Remember, I'm the intruder.

Everything might go all right.

Don't let your imagination run away with you.

It's pretty difficult going to meet your mother for the first time...

...and not knowing whether she'll even realize you're her daughter.

Yes, I guess it is.

Doc, if you can't get that open, you'll have to go over the top.

I'm a detective, I ain't no porch slammer.

There.

Hey, son, lookie yonder.

Well, somebody's home.

Maybe she's a lookout for this joint.

What's that place?

It's a mausoleum.

Many of these old southern families entombed their dead right on plantation.

Oh, fine.

Oh, um... hiya...

My name is Joshua. Who do you wish to see?

Anyone of the Martin family, Mr. Ralph or Mr. Edward.

Won't you step into the drawing room, please?

Mr. Reed Cawthorne will be down in a minute.

He's our family attorney.

Boy. You could put six pool tables in this room.

I've always envied people who lived in a home like this.

How can you talk like that?

It's creepier in here than it was outside.

Joshua, the lady we saw running away from the crypt.

Is her name Rachel?

I can't say, sir.

I didn't see the lady.

I wonder if it was.

This is Mr. Cawthorne.

- How do you do? - My name is Packard.

- This is my associate Mr. Long. - How are you?

- And Miss Nina Martin Arnold. - How do you do?

I notice that you emphasize the name Martin.

Yes, that's the only side of her family we're interested in.

And in Miss Phoebe Martin's estate.

Oh, you just hit the nail right on the head there, bud.

- Phoebe Martin was my grandmother. - Really?

Odd she never mentioned having had a grandchild.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

And your father's name was, um...

Richard Arnold.

- And your mother? - Rachel Martin Arnold.

May I ask what interest you gentlemen have?

Well, we was hired to bring Miss Arnold here and...

And to look after her interests.

I see you arrived with baggage.

How did you know Mrs. Martin specified the claimants for the estate...

...must remain in the house as guests until the reading of the will?

Mr. Franklin wrote it in his last letter.

- Mr. Franklin? - Mr. Adam Franklin.

It would be of great help if we knew who Mr. Franklin was, wouldn't it?

Yes, a help, but not absolutely necessary.

Mr. Franklin has guided Miss Arnold's moves for many years.

He engaged us and paid us by mail.

That's all we know about him.

All I know is that the 1st of each month...

She gets a postal money order for a considerable sum of money.

Two hundred dollars, to be exact.

How long has Mr. Franklin been sending you $200 a month?

For me personally only since I was sixteen.

- I see. - Before that he paid the school.

That's Primrose school for girls.

Have you ever made a serious effort to locate your parents...

...and learn the true circumstances of your birth?

Oh, I've wanted to many times.

The only trouble was Mr. Franklin knew where I was and...

...I had no way of tracing him.

Can you tell some me more about your own history?

Well, the... first thing I remember was Mrs. Maddy Fordham.

Feeding me with a spoon.

And then Mrs. Fordham became Mrs. Nora Maloli,

taking me to kindergarten every day and picking me up each afternoon.

And then?

Oh, and then Mrs. Maloli became Mrs. Primrose.

It was really a lovely school.

From what you tell me I should say that all in all you were well cared for...

...and had everything you needed.

Except what I needed most.

A girl needs her own flesh and blood.

Someone she can reach out to and touch.

Who comes to her when she cries and tells her there's nothing to be afraid of.

That's what I needed.

My father has represented Mrs. Martin for some years.

He's not well and he's sent me down to wind up the estate.

Well, we're here to help you, son.

When are you going to read the will?

Mrs. Martin's instructions were that the will be read a week after her death.

That'll be tomorrow.

Have you some proof of your identity?

Oh, Jack, deal out the handed documents.

A picture of Rachel and Richard Arnold.

Their marriage certificate.

And the last letter from Mr. Franklin just as Miss Arnold received it.

Except for the money.

Do you mind if I take these papers and examine them?

Not at all. They're only photostatic copies of the originals.

I'll send these documents to my father's office in Philadelphia.

The credentials if genuine can be verified.

And when your identity is established, the claim will be on it.

Well, look, in basic English,

that ain't gonna affect the reading of the will tomorrow, is it?

- Not in the least. - Hm.

Well, when can Nina... Miss Arnold meet her uncles and, um... Miss Rachel?

Yes, my mother.

Well, when you meet your uncles is pure speculation. They're not very sociable.

And as to Miss Rachel...

I think we'd better wait until the will is read tomorrow.

Yes, darling, Mother's here, don't cry.

What's going on?

- Nina screamed! - Nina!

I thought my baby was here.

She is.

She is?

Nina, open the door! Nina!

Nina, open the door!

Nina!

Are you all right?

Yes, we're all right. I had a nightmare and screamed in my sleep.

Wasn't that silly of me?

And she came in to comfort me.

What in the devil is the matter?

My brother's very deaf.

I'm Ralph Martin.

- My name is... - I know who you are.

Get her to bed, somebody, she's got the whole house in an uproar!

That's a fine way to talk about your own sister.

I read your lips.

Nobody wants your opinion in this house.

I'll take her back to her room.

Don't leave that lamp in there.

She'll set the house afire.

I'll stay with her till she goes to sleep.

And the house won't be set on fire unless you do it.

So you won't read the will until tomorrow.

Move your lips so I can read them.

That's right, not until tomorrow.

Well, in just 14 minutes it will be tomorrow.

I think everyone is reconciled to wait till daylight, Mr. Martin.

You can, but I won't.

Technically Mr. Martin's right.

But aren't we a little over-anxious?

Mr. Cawthorne,

You will read the will in...

Thirteen minutes.

Light the lamp in the drawing room.

I'll be down as soon as I put on some clothes.

You can put on a shroud as far as I'm concerned.

That's where my old grandpappy was so smart.

He said, "Son always keep your shirt on."

Yes?

Perhaps you'd better come down to the drawing room.

Cawthorne's going to read the will.

I'll be along. But not until Rachel's asleep.

The dress was much fuller in the sleeves, really, and not quite so long.

And it had a much wider sash.

I think it's beautiful.

We have to be a little quiet.

Ordinarily she's a perfect lamb about sleeping, but...

What's your name?

Nina.

Isn't that wonderful? That's my baby's name. I love that name.

I'm so glad.

My husband Mr. Arnold... he isn't here right now.

I expect him any day.

Would you forgive me, but...

Are you the new owner of the house?

My brothers told me they were going to sell this place.

I would have to move.

Why don't you lie down now and rest a little?

Of course I won't mind moving into my own house.

My husband has built us a dream house in...

In...

I've forgotten the place.

But it's a white house with a green roof and green shutters.

And the baby's room will be in the sun all day long.

Here I am gossiping. Baby needs me.

She's just a little restless.

You come to bed and I'll take care of her.

- Oh, I'm very tired. - Of course you are.

But I mustn't sleep. She's been crying so long.

I must never sleep, never.

- Even if I sit here? - Would you call me if...

...Nina won't sleep?

Nina wants you to go to sleep.

For Mrs. Phoebe Martin.

Mrs. Martin is dead, Joshua.

I never forget that Mrs. Martin is dead, sir.

But there will be a place for my mistress at any family conference.

For Mrs. Martin, sir.

Oh.

I'd like to explain that this is a holographic will.

That is, in Mrs. Martin's own handwriting.

Such a will requires no witnesses.

Many law firms would refuse to handle such a will,

but my father was sympathetic to Mrs. Martin's... eccentricities and...

Let's get on with it!

I assume that Rachel in not in a condition to understand the reading...

She's asleep now.

My brother and I will represent her interests.

You of course can identify your mother's handwriting.

I should be able to.

I've read a thousand notes from her pinned to my door.

Just a minute.

That's funny.

Where's the will?

Doesn't seem to be here.

When did you last see it?

It was in my briefcase on the seat beside me when I drove down from Philadelphia.

- I think he's lying. - Mr. Martin, please!

Wherever it is, it isn't here.

- But we know who had it last. - If he isn't lying.

Isn't there at least a copy?

Not that I know of.

I'm terribly sorry about this, but I'll call my office in the morning.

In the meantime, we'll...

In the meantime, we'll have to suffer with these strangers cluttering up our house.

Mr. Martin, we're no more anxious to share your company than you are to share ours.

You might as well try to get some rest.

Wait a minute.

If there's no will, whatever property there is goes to my brother and me.

- And your sister. - She's incompetent!

But I'm not!

Good night.

Dear uncles.

What's the matter?

I heard a baby crying. Listen.

- I don't hear anything. - Oh, I heard it, several times.

First I thought it was outside.

Then it sounded as if it came from the walls.

Then I was sure it was in the hallway.

Oh, there it is again.

Come on, Doc!

Somebody either went in or out. I heard the door close.

There doesn't seem to be anybody here.

You mean nobody alive in here.

We saw somebody come in.

Maybe there's another way out.

Ain't this going kind of far to play hide and seek?

Come on, Doc.

What a man to follow.

I read Alice in Wonderland once,

but I didn't never expect I'd be in a rabbit hole like this.

Many of these old Confederate homes are undermined with tunnels.

No telling where we'll wind up.

Look, Doc, no cobwebs.

This is what I call beating the housing shortage.

Doc, the door!

Lock up that door again, Doc.

Who's there?

"Come downstairs. Hurry.

Don't talk.

Jack?

Psst! Doc!

It's locked from the outside.

Fresh flowers.

Must be a man.

Women don't throw matches on the floor.

A man don't leave hairpins laying around neither if he's got any sense.

It's cold.

It's full of oil, though.

Guess they just don't care about electricity down here.

I guess whoever bade us enter the crypt came back this way too.

Yeah, and locked that door from the outside.

Doc, have you got a match?

- Yeah. - Light that lamp.

Somebody open this door!

What are you doing here?

- Waiting for you to open the door. - Where did you come from?

China.

What's the matter with you, you look ill.

I heard someone call me to come downstairs.

I thought it was you.

Just as I started down, somebody pushed me.

- Somebody pushed you? - Stop all this chatter!

Find out what they're doing here.

I suppose you know this room was my father's.

Our father's.

What was that door doing locked from the outside?

It's always locked.

I think they're entitled to an explanation.

After all, we're merely guests.

You're not guests, you're intruders.

We thought we saw someone going into the mausoleum and we followed.

Which was in itself an impertinence.

How did you know it wasn't one of us going to pray by our mother's resting place?

I think that's highly improbable at this hour.

What we do improbable or otherwise is our business.

If it's got anything to do with Nina here, we make it our business.

I don't think there's any reason for us to be unpleasant to each other.

You followed what you thought was someone entering the mausoleum...

...and you turned up here, is that it?

Yeah, that's right.

Somebody certainly pushed me down the stairs.

How do we know what you say is true?

I don't fall down the stairs just for the fun of it.

Well, whoever pushed you had to go somewhere.

Well, I could tell you where to go.

Well, I wouldn't if I was you, uncle.

Doc, does this fireplace remind you of something?

Not unless it's Santa Claus.

This place'd scare the old boy right on back up that chimney again.

You remember the Twith murder case in Sacramento?

Sure enough.

Only that fireplace was made out of cobblestone.

What the devil are they talking about?

I'm always interested in fireplaces.

Especially old ones. It's a hobby of mine.

I always get a little excited when they sound hollow.

You never can tell what's behind them.

Maybe a buried treasure.

Sometimes even bodies.

I took the liberty of praying toast and coffee in the dining room.

I'm sorry there's no butter for the toast.

But I've set out a jar of Mrs. Martin's apricot jam.

I hope you enjoy it.

The tunnel is 30-yards long.

Anyone who knew the way could make it in 40 seconds.

Well, maybe with one of us at each end we could smoke them out.

Oh, we might have earlier, but not now.

Strange, wasn't it,

that everything had been moved out when we went back to that hideaway room.

Well, yeah, but...

Hey!

Jack, let's shake down them darn uncles.

Look! The bolt on the study door.

It's open.

Please don't cry anymore.

You're not Richard.

Where's Richard?

Perhaps Richard's been delayed, dear.

I'm sure Jack and Doc won't tell anyone we're here.

You won't, will you?

No, we won't tell a soul.

We have to be very, very quiet.

My mother and father don't approve of Richard.

Rachel told me that Richard's coming today and...

...that he wants her meet him here in her father's study.

You see, we'll go out through the crypt.

Richard is my husband, but...

Mother doesn't know that.

You won't let my brothers know.

I'm afraid of my brothers. That's why Richard's coming to take me away.

You know, Miss Rachel.

This is a mighty pretty room.

Yes, isn't it?

My mother fixed it for my father with all his trophies.

I will show you his sword.

The sword isn't here.

Joshua must have taken it to polish.

She seems to have forgotten about the baby for the moment.

I must be losing my mind too.

I distinctly heard the cry.

So did I.

I'm sorry.

- I've forgotten your name. - Long. Doc Long.

Oh, of course.

You must meet my husband Mr. Arnold. He'll be here any minute.

Excuse me...

I almost forgot.

I must write a note.

Mother and Father will be furious, but...

This is so terribly difficult to write.

Couldn't I just say...

"Forgive me", and "Love"?

He's dead!

Who's dead?

My father.

That's why his sword is gone.

Did he go away?

No.

No, he was killed. Mother said so.

Who killed him?

Richard killed him.

But he didn't mean to! I swear he didn't mean to!

I could have proved it, but they wouldn't let me.

Who wouldn't let you?

Father's still here.

He didn't go away.

My mother, my brothers...

They put him in...

In where?

They put him...

Good morning, Joshua.

Good morning, Miss Rachel.

Come on, dear.

Let's wait for Richard in your room.

Um, Joshua.

How often do you put fresh flowers in here?

Every day, sir.

Those were Mrs. Martin's orders.

They die very quickly in here, sir.

We've been looking for you.

Why didn't you leave word where you were going?

- Because I wanted to be alone. - Doing what?

Telephoning my father if that's permissible.

Why didn't you telephone from here?

There's never been a telephone in this house.

Did your father come up with any idea where the will is?

Or where to find it?

He wants me to hire private detectives.

Well, brother, you've got yourself two of the best.

You don't seem to be doing a very good job.

- We're not getting much help from you. - We're going to now.

If you gentlemen don't mind, I'm going to my room.

There's nothing suspicious about that is there?

Not if you stay there.

Rachel's gone. Look at this.

"Rachel, darling, meet me in the crypt. Richard"

I was in my bedroom I began wondering if she was all right.

When I went there, she was gone.

The note and the rock were on the floor. Some of her clothes are gone too.

Well, time's wasting, son. Let's get down to that crypt.

There's blood on him.

There's blood on the whole world.

- It's Edward. - Stabbed.

Take her back to the house.

Come with me, dear.

I'm allowed to go away?

- Did Richard kill him too? - No, dear, Richard didn't.

Come on, please hurry.

Take a look at that.

I don't know anything about it.

- You don't seem to care much. - I don't.

I didn't kill him, but I wish I had.

- Did you write this note signed Richard? - I never saw any note.

What was you doing here, anyhow?

I heard a scream.

Get to town and bring back the police fast.

Yes, sir.

Does he belong here?

It's Reed. I'll get some water.

What happened to him?

He jumped me out there.

Why? What were you doing out there?

I've been watching this place for some time.

Trying to get my bearings.

Lucky I didn't kill him.

You done a darn good job of trying to.

Give me...

What are you carrying a gun for?

If you think I'd come into this house without a gun, you're crazy.

People who carry guns usually hurt somebody.

Or get hurt.

What's your name?

Richard Arnold.

Richard Arnold?

Oh, you're that fellow who throwed that note in the window.

What note?

When did you last talk with Edward Martin?

I wouldn't talk with him twenty years ago, why should I start now?

Maybe you told him you hate him enough to stab him.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You will.

Don't go away, Mr. Arnold.

We're not through with you yet.

Don't worry.

I have no intention of going away until I get what I came for.

- So you're Cawthorne the lawyer. - Yes.

I got a letter from your office about...

I don't think now is the time to discuss that.

Why shouldn't I discuss this now?

I want the money this letter says is coming to me.

It wasn't my idea to come, you people sent for me.

Now, what about the money?

If you knew that Arnold was alive and your firm had written him to come here,

why didn't you tell me?

I didn't think it was any of your business.

Do you know that... I'm your daughter?

You mean you're Rachel's baby?

No. I don't know and I don't care...

...after twenty years.

A strange thing happened here twenty years ago.

Enough to sour any man.

But now that old lady Martin's dead, I...

I want whatever is coming to me out of the estate...

...and then I want to get out of this booby hatch.

But you haven't even asked about my mother.

Why should I ask about her? She's dead too.

Oh, Mother's...

What makes you think she's dead?

I got a letter from somebody named Adam Franklin telling me she was dead.

When?

About ten years ago.

Took another year to catch up with me.

You have been abroad.

Every port on every ocean trying to forget this place.

May I come in?

- Who's that? - It's Mother.

They just wanted you to think she was dead.

Please be gentle. Her mind is...

I don't believe I've met this gentleman.

Rachel!

I'm Mrs. Richard Arnold.

How do you do, Mrs. Arnold?

I think this gentleman has some business to discuss.

Shall you and I go upstairs?

I hope you'll excuse me.

We're expecting my husband any minute and...

There's so much to do.

How long has my wife been... in that condition?

- Ever since... - Yeah, I know.

Ever since her mother drove me away.

I planned to come back after it had all blown over.

Murder don't blow over.

Murder?

There wasn't any murder.

Joshua!

Where are the police? I thought I told you to bring them back with you.

Well, sir, I just didn't get around to it.

- I had some things to do. - Some things to do?

I'm sorry, sir. I'll be going now.

Joshua.

While you're away, I'm going to tear down the fireplace in the study brick by brick.

Yes, sir.

Follow him, Doc.

What did you think when they wrote you Mother was dead?

It was as though someone had hit me between the eyes with a belaying pin.

You did love her, didn't you?

I did.

I did and I do.

Do you think anything can help her?

Yes.

Your love and... mine.

Oh, Nina.

I've been a very unhappy man.

A warped man.

And for good reason.

But I've always loved your mother and...

...I always will.

And now... I'll do my best to help you...

wherever I can.

Please do not light the lamp, Mr. Packard.

Phoebe Martin.

I expected to find you here.

Joshua told me of your plan.

You must not disturb my husband's resting place.

I thought the threat might smoke you out, Mrs. Martin.

Quite a crime you've committed.

I'm trying to atone for all my crimes.

What about Edward? Who killed him?

I wish I knew.

That gave me a terrible shock.

Poor, dear Edward.

- It could have been Ralph. - That is impossible.

Mrs. Martin, who is Adam Franklin?

I am.

I thought you might have assumed that by now.

No, I hadn't.

But now I understand a lot of things.

I have visited a great wrong on my children, Mr. Packard.

My hope has been to reunite the family ties I've broken.

All of this macabre hoax has been an effort...

...to make amends, at least in part,

for the harm I've done.

That's why I sent for Richard Arnold.

I knew he'd never come as long as I lived.

But if he learned that I was safely dead,

he'd not be afraid to come back to Rachel.

My work...

...may end at any moment.

And then...

I shall be truly dead...

...and in my coffin.

Where they all think I am now.

Except Joshua.

All except Joshua.

I had to take him into my confidence.

He told them he had placed my body in the crypt.

Because my sons hated me.

They were content to let him close the lid of the coffin...

...without looking upon the face of their mother.

What about your will, Mrs. Martin?

I don't know where it is.

Nor do I know who has been tormenting poor Rachel with a baby's cry.

There's one more thing...

...that you must know.

...and believe!

Richard Arnold did not mean to kill Capt. Martin.

It was an accident.

God help me I knew it then.

And I know it now.

I believe every word of it.

Just one thing, Mrs. Martin.

Hating Richard Arnold as you have all these years,

when did you actually change your feelings and decide to have him come back?

About three weeks ago.

When I learned I had so short a time to live.

So faced with impending death,

you wanted to do your best to right the wrongs you've done.

Suddenly I realized that by hating so blindly,

I had destroyed almost everything that I held dear.

Every time I feel the pounding of my heart,

I know that the precious seconds of my life are ticking...

...away.

Quickly.

Hey, Jack!

Jack!

Jack.

Jack!

Jack, open the door!

Jack!

Jack, what happened?

I'm not quite sure.

Well, listen here.

I followed Joshua. He didn't go to town for the police.

- He went to the crypt. - Yes, I thought he would.

- Where's Phoebe Martin? - Phoebe Mar...?

Oh, take it easy, son, take it easy.

No, I tell you, she was here.

Then somebody slugged me in the head.

What happened to her?

That slug on the head's got you imagining things.

No, I tell you she was here, I talked to her, I saw her.

I didn't see who hit me.

It wasn't nobody went through that door, 'cause I was out in the hall.

There was only one other way then. Come on.

Once I got hit on the head with a beer bottle and I thought I seen Cleopatra.

Check your head, son. Mrs. Martin's been dead a week.

It can't be. I was just talking to her.

Jack, maybe you're still out of your head.

Phoebe Martin has not been dead ten minutes.

What?

She died of shock.

- It's coming from outside. - No, it's here in the crypt.

Hey, look!

That door was shut when we come in, remember?

Cover me from here.

Hey, Doc.

Take a look at this.

When we get out of here, remind me to tell you a story about a talking dog.

Now we know where this gadget came from.

Well.

We ain't gonna have to run around no more...

...looking for that crying baby.

I'm not so sure.

Anyone sadistic enough to have rigged this to torment Rachel...

...might have planted dolls in other places.

You mean maybe this is just a come on for us?

There's your answer. Locked from the outside.

Baby?

Mother's here.

Rachel!

My baby's here somewhere.

Who's there?

Joshua, sir. I'm trying to get the door open.

Rachel.

Richard!

No, not Richard.

Who are you?

Hurry, Joshua!

Door's all jammed up.

All right, but hurry.

Does the wailing of the doll bother you too much, sister?

Doll?

What doll?

That was my baby crying.

Poor simpleton. There's your crying baby.

You're being cruel again.

Like you've been for so long.

What kind of a trick is this?

What are you trying to do to my mother?

You mean what am I going to do to your mother.

And to you.

There's no turning back now for me.

I hate everybody and everything that's in any way connected with us Martins.

There's been nothing but misery all around us as far back as I remember.

Please, Uncle Ralph.

Let's go back to the house quietly and calmly.

There's no turning back for any of us.

Listen, my meddlesome niece.

Why did you and your runaway father come back here?

Why did your father ever come here?

He started our little world going wrong.

He and Rachel.

And now you.

You must be insane.

Suppose I am.

Maybe it was insanity that pushed you down the stairs.

It was you.

Yes.

And I put the note in Rachel's room.

I killed Edward.

Oh, I feel so sorry for you.

Nice work, Joshua.

My mother told me what time to get up and what time to go to bed.

What to eat and what to say.

Twenty years of a monastical life...

because my mother was afraid the Martin family...

...might be messed up in a little scandal.

Well, she has her scandal now.

Murder is a good scandal, isn't it?

Drop that knife!

Go ahead and shoot me! I said shoot!

I just couldn't shoot you, Mr. Ralph.

I just couldn't.

Packard.

I disobeyed your orders again.

I just couldn't do anything like what you said without first asking Mrs. Martin.

I can't blame you too much, Joshua.

As a matter of fact, I hoped you would go direct to Mrs. Martin.

Oh, you did, sir?

Yes, but this time you'll really have to go to town and bring back the police.

Yes, sir. I'm sure going this time.

And I want to thank you for understanding me just a little.

Okay, Joshua. Now get moving.

Well, Doc, I think this is what we've been waiting for.

I shall now read this.

Last will and testament of Phoebe Martin.

Yes, this is the last will and testament of Phoebe Martin.

I have left only an unhappy heritage.

Only a ghastly monument of bitter memories.

But from the wreckage of my unworthy life,

I offer a deathless prayer.

A prayer that my sons will have forgiven me.

That my beloved daughter Rachel will find serenity of mind...

...in the love of her husband and of her daughter Nina.

A prayer is like a pebble cast into the infinite.

May its ripples encircle you with love...

...forever.

Forever.

Forever.

- Subtitles - Luís Filipe Bernardes