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(doorbell ringing)

(doorbell ringing)

The door's open, Tom Lucas.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Spring.

Might just as well be the middle
of winter.

It'll be different in Spain.

At least
there'll be sunshine.

And men.

That wasn't a very nice thing
to say, Tom, was it?

You resent my going.

It's all the same to me.

I should have thought
you'd be glad.

My going would help you
to forget lying

to your wife and children.

Climbing in back

windows here at night.

You were the one started it.

And I'm the one who stopped it.

I said
it was all the same to me.

We wouldn't want me
to miss my train, would we?

You forgot the fireplace.

Wouldn't do

to leave the fire burning.

Oh, how stupid of me.

Geraldine?

Tom?

You'd better let me do that.

No. No!

(thuds)

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(loud alarm sounding)

You'd think they were trying
to wake the dead.

I hope the last note turns out
to be a little more...

musical.

(alarm stops)

I can't find the
memo, Mr. Wheeler.

What memo?

For the letter you
wanted me to type.

Oh, that memo.

Well, it seems
I haven't written it yet.

Oh. Then why ever
did you send for me?

I'm bored.

Things must have been
ever so much more exciting

in the States.

Some things are pretty much
the same all over the world.

Mr. Satisbury asked
me to tell you

that the color vats
badly need a caulking.

WHEELER:
Well, that's
his problem.

(gasps)

Mr. Wheeler, I think...

Crossley, nature never
intended you for thinking.

(quiet gasping)

I suppose I should have knocked.

I didn't realize you might be...

Dictating.

Dictating.

Crossley, you may go now.

You have some work to do.

Where, on the streets?

(typing)

You know, I still
can't help being shocked

at the way
English ladies speak.

No regard for a man's
tender sensibilities.

I guess I was
in the United States too long.

Or not long enough.

Would you rather
we never met?

Married?

Fallen in love?

Been happy?

Happy for six months,
miserable for two years.

For all of those two years?

I don't think I care for
Miss Crossley's lipstick.

Oh, I'll speak to her
about that.

David.

You know I can't resist
saying things like that.

Or doing them.

I'll switch secretaries
with Osbourne.

He can have Crossley,
and I'll take Miss Bodley.

She's at least 40

and has a mustache.

A long mustache
that curls up at the end.

Shall we dine early tonight?

Why?
So we can go
to bed early.

I'd never put you on as
manager of the mills.

You sound a very
improper person.

I'm a bad manager, too.

Do you mind?

Your sister might.

Geraldine?

She's merrily sunbathing
in Spain while I slave here.

You don't really spend
all your time here slaving.

Well, neither does Geraldine
spend her time sunbathing,

darling.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Yeah, put her
through, please.

Aunt Helen calling from
her ancestral acres.

Hello, Auntie?

What?

No. No, I haven't heard
from her.

Yes. All right.

All right, I'll take the train
to Medvale immediately.

I'll bring Carol.

Yes. Good-bye.

Geraldine's disappeared.

She was supposed to join
Aunt Helen at the airport.

Perhaps Geraldine
changed her mind

and went somewhere else.

She would have
notified Aunt Helen.

She might not have wanted
your aunt to know

where she was really going.

You know my sister
almost as well as I do,

but it's not that simple.

Aunt Helen has called in
the police

because she hasn't heard
from Geraldine for two days.

Are you worried
about her, David?

It's the police
that should be worrying.

If they find her

where she doesn't want
to be found, God help them.

Come on, let's take the train.

Miss Wheeler sent
her maid on holiday

on the eighth
of April.

Tom Lucas arrived here
at 5:00 p.m. on the ninth

in response to Miss
Wheeler's phone call.

Now, he says he found
the house locked,

and as far as
he could see,

there was no sign
of Miss Wheeler.

There's more than one cab driver
in Medvale.

Oh, I've spoken with
the others, sir.

She could
have walked

to the station,
Sergeant.

Carrying her
luggage?

Mrs. Demarest has
informed us that

Miss Wheeler's
luggage is missing.

Geraldine always insisted

on taking most
of her wardrobe with her.

Well, there are other ways
of getting to Spain.

Even without the help
of cab drivers.

Perhaps a friend.

No. I've been in touch
with the airport, sir.

She didn't leave on
any other flight.

Well, then she's gone
to ground in England.

Tell me, Sergeant,

do the police suspect--

if I may use the expression--
foul play?

Uh, nobody's even
mentioned foul play, sir.

I have.

The police are acting on
Mrs. Demarest's request.

DAVID:
Geraldine is a
big girl now.

Do you think she'd thank you

for sending the police
on her trail?

They may find her under somewhat
embarrassing circumstances.

I have a feeling, David.

I've had it ever since
Geraldine didn't turn up.

A feeling
there's something wrong.

It's got stronger
since I came to this house.

Mr. Wheeler, can you
give us any information

that might be of
assistance to us?

Well, let's skip the question
and answer period.

My sister and I were
on extremely bad terms.

She didn't like the way
I was running the mills,

and I didn't like the way
she was trying to run me.

She owns the mills,

and if anything
happens to her,

I inherit them.

That help you any?

Well, you know,

you're answering questions
I haven't even asked, sir.

Well, there are
a few more.

I was sent
to the United States

during the Blitz
when I was a boy.

I went to school there,
I grew up there.

My father heard reports
of the way I was living

that he didn't like.

He left the mills to
Geraldine when he died.

He was kind enough
to make some provisions

for me in his will,
and that's why

Geraldine allowed me
to manage the mills.

It was against
her better judgment,

and if you want to
examine the books,
you will discover

that her better judgment
was very good, indeed.

Is there anything else?

Nothing else I can think of
asking at the moment, sir.

See, I told you we could skip
the question and answer period.

Now, if no one minds,
I'll have a very long drink.

And you can decide
for yourselves

whether there's sorrow
for Geraldine's disappearance,

or sheer, undiluted joy.

Well. Well, I think
that's all for the moment.

We'll pass on any information
we receive as soon as we get it.

Good night.

Good night.
HELEN:
Good night.

Were you
deliberately trying

to rub the sergeant
the wrong way?

Is there a right way

to rub sergeants,
darling?

The police will never
find Geraldine.

From what I've seen of them,

they probably have difficulty
finding their way home.

Something's happened
to Geraldine, I know it.

If the police can't
find her, who will?

Annie Jones.

Oh, for heaven's
sake, Aunt Helen.

Not another of
your spiritualists.

You may laugh, David,
but you've never met Annie.

She's a little girl.

With a tambourine, no doubt.

Oh, need you
be so rude?

It's the other side
of my well known charm, darling.

David...

Annie Jones is an orphan
at Armsbury.

I met her because I'm on
the board of governors.

She's not a spiritualist, David.

She's a finder.

Meaning female
bloodhound?

She can find things and...
and people, too.

She... she feels
their vibrations somehow.

A little girl

was lost at the orphanage
last year.

Annie found her.

Who lost her in the first place?

Stop it, David.

Geraldine
is lost.

She may be
in serious trouble.

I doubt it, but if she were,
I refuse to believe

that some idiot girl
in an orphanage can help any.

She's not an
idiot girl.

You've never
seen her eyes.

MATRON:
I want you to admit
that you stole Doris's beads.

I stole nothing.

Doris said she
saw you steal them.

She's a liar.

Then how did you know
that they

were hidden upstairs
under the loose floorboard?

I seen them.

In my head.

Not until I told you
you wouldn't

have any supper
until they were found.

(sniffles)

I don't like looking
for things in my head.

It hurts.
No doubt.

Annie, this isn't the first time
that this has happened.

You're going to confess
you stole the beads,

and you're going
to stay here and learn

in this room
until you do.

And no magazines,
either.

(door closing, locking)

I seen them.

In my head.

Annie Jones is a nasty child
and a born liar.

Oh, come now,
Matron.

I wouldn't say that.

That's because you don't
know her, Mr. Frobisher.

Well, naturally, hardly
as well as you do, Matron,

but then, uh, I have
my own work to do.

Papers, papers,
papers.

Papers to read,
to write, to sign.

I sometimes think that's why
we lost the empire.

Yes, well...

As a member of the board
of governors, Mr. Frobisher,

I fail to understand
why Matron dislikes children.

FROBISHER:
Oh, Matron doesn't

dislike children, Mrs. Demarest.

It's just that, uh... well, um,

Annie isn't everybody's
cup of tea.

Uh... uh, Annie
will be staying

with Mrs. Demarest
for a while, Matron.

Will you go
and get her ready at once?

She's being
punished.

Oh, well, we can carry on
with that when she returns.

I mean, uh,

we can have a little chat
about it sometime, can't we?

(door opening, closing)

The Matron's got a heart
of gold, you know, really.

I grant you,
she doesn't wear it

on her sleeve
exactly, but, uh,

well, it would be
rather awkward

if she did,
wouldn't it?

Uh...

I think I may
safely say

that thanks
to the generous patronage

of people like you,
Mrs. Demarest,

we are doing
wonderful work here.

Annie has been granted
a wonderful gift.

Gift, eh?

Oh... (chuckles)
you mean that silly stuff

about her seeing in the dark?

It's not seeing in the
dark, Mr. Frobisher.

It's finding things
that are lost,

and it's not silly at all.

Oh, oh, no, no.

Of course it isn't, dear.

Especially to those
who've lost, um...

well, whatever it is
they've lost.

Annie.

Annie, my dear,
you're coming home

to stay with me
for a while.

Aren't you glad?

Yes, ma'am.

HELEN:
Make a nice
change for you.

Your aunt's a wonderful
woman, Mr. Wheeler.

Got a mind of her own,
wouldn't you say?

I might.

(chuckling)

Not too many of her sort
around these days.

Probably why we
lost the empire,

don't you think?

Not really.

(chuckling)

Good-bye.
Good-bye.

Well, Matron,

there's one thing
we can be grateful for.

What's that, sir?

We've got rid of that
17-year-old horror.

For a while, anyway.

(chuckling)

(girls murmuring,
shouting in distance)

(engine starting)

Yes, it'll make such
a nice change for you, dear.

We're all going to stay
at my niece's house.

She's David's sister.

I don't mind.

David's wife
will be there, too.

I'm sure you'll get along
very well with her.

Got a light?

Do they allow you
to smoke at the home?

Not likely.

Then I don't think
you should smoke

when you're away
from it.

Besides,
you're rather young

for that sort
of thing.

What's the game?

HELEN:
Oh... well,
nothing, really.

Oh, tell her now.

You'll have to sooner or later.

Well, it's just that
we're terribly upset,

and you can help us.

Me?

With your wonderful gift
for finding things.

Oh, wonderful nothing.

Gets me into trouble
is all it does.

That's because people
don't understand.

Believe me,
dear, I do.

What have you gone and lost?

The family silver spoon?

Not exactly.

As I said,
we're going to stay

at my niece's house,
but she isn't there.

She's disappeared.

We're all dreadfully worried
about her, Annie,

and we want you
to find her for us.

Do you think you can?

If I want to.

Afternoon,
Sergeant.

So it is.

Oh, for heaven's sake,
stop futzing.

Come on, come
on, come on.

Yeah.

(sighs)

Find anything on
Geraldine Wheeler?

Nothing.

Well, she could have
gone off to Brighton

for a bit
of this and that.

Then why bother booking
a flight to Spain?

It's too cold for
this and that

in Brighton, anyway,
this time of the year.

Whatever "this
and that" means.

Now, wherever
Geraldine Wheeler is,

I don't think
she planned

on being there.
You may be right.

Oh, that comforts me enormously.

Marlowe,

what do you think
of David Wheeler?

Well, he seems to have motives

for wanting Miss Wheeler
out of the way.

Yeah, the full measure...
flowing over.

But did he have
the opportunity?

Let's find out, shall we?

CAROL:
David.

David!

Hmm?
Will you
help me?

Help you do what?

Get into this dress.

I'd rather help you
get out of a dress
than into a dress.

How many women have
you said that to?

None.

You're a terrible liar.

CAROL:
We'll be late
for dinner.

(door opening)

HELEN:
Annie?

Annie, my dear.

Who's got the
room in there?

David and Carol.

Isn't this
a pretty room, Annie?

It's Geraldine's,
you know.

I put you in here because
I thought it might

be easier for you to pick
up Geraldine's aura.

This hers?

Yes.

I stopped playing with dolls
when I was six years old.

There's plenty
of hot water.

Why don't you have
a nice bath before dinner?

I'm not dirty.

Unlike some.

Well, we'll be having dinner
in a little while.

You'll hear the bell.

(door shuts)

Annie, you don't want
to be finished

before David and Carol
even come to the table, do you?

Ain't my fault
they're late.

Of course not.

I'm very cross
with them, but you...

I'm hungry,
Mrs. Demarest.

Naturally you are,
at your age.

I've been hungry
for years.

I'm sorry we're so late,
Aunt Helen...

but Carol had
some difficulty

getting her
dress on.

At least we haven't kept
our guest waiting.

You'll know me next time
you see me, won't you?

(ringing)

Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler
are ready now, Margaret.

Ah... I won't answer
for the roast, though.

I'm not used
to this kitchen.

There's one thing I like
about English servants.

They're so democratic.

Margaret's been with me
for 20 years.

Which proves she's
a very intelligent woman.

Where else could she find
so charming a hostess?

What happened to your cufflink?

Oh... I lost it.

Carol had to sew me together.

She's very good at that.

Hmm.

Same wine she had last time.

It's a pity Geraldine
never married.

Her husband might have taught
her something about wines.

When was the last time
you were here, David?

Oh, sometime in April.

Two or three days before she...
left for wherever she's gone.

I didn't know you'd been here
as recently as that.

Well, I didn't
exactly want

to advertise it
in the public press.

You see, I came down
to borrow some money from her.

Did she lend you any?

We both know our dear Geraldine
better than that, now.

Don't we, Aunt Helen?

(crickets chirping)

(owl hooting, squawking)

Margaret, the roast
was delicious.

Hmm.

Whatever you may
think, Aunt Helen,

I suspect that
Geraldine's off

on some goodwill
tour somewhere.

What on Earth
are you talking about?

I mean, of goodwill
toward men...

or man, rather.

I don't approve
of this conversation,

especially in front of...

I'm sorry.

At any rate,
it's given me an idea.

Carol and I
haven't had

a honeymoon now
for three years.

I think it's time
we had another one.

People only have honeymoons
when they get married.

DAVID:
Don't be
so stuffy,

Aunt Helen.

It is my considered opinion

that people should
have honeymoons regularly.

Gives one a chance to improve
on past performance.

David.

I think it's a very good idea,
David.

Someone's got

to look after the mills.

They can look after themselves
for a few weeks.

Carol, how do you feel about
Italy this time of year?

Sounds marvelous.

ANNIE:
Mr. Wheeler,

what was your cufflink like?

My cufflink?

The one you lost.

Oh.

Uh, exactly like this one.

I can find it for you.

No, don't bother.

It'll turn up.

I want to find it.

For you.

Oh, that's very sweet
of you, Annie.

But I wouldn't want you crawling
about on hands and knees

peering under beds
and bureaus for it.

That's not the way
I find things, Mr. Wheeler.

Now look, Annie, I
told you that...

Be quiet, David.

I've seen her like this before.

She's in a trance.

Are you sure it isn't
indigestion?

(softly moaning)

CAROL:
It's more than
that, David.

Now don't tell me you believe
in this mumbo jumbo, too.

Something is happening to that
girl, whatever I believe.

DAVID: She's either
a fake or a fool.

Smooth.

Smooth and silk and warm.

Thrown away.

Seen once.

Seen twice.

Smooth.

Smooth and silk
and warm.

Thrown away.

Seen once.

Seen twice.

"Seen once.

Seen twice."

CAROL:
On the dressing
table,

and in the mirror.

She was right.

She was right.

I told you, David.

I don't believe it.

There must be some
other explanation.

What other explanation?

She could've been peeking
through keyholes.

Oh, there are lots of things
that could be seen peeking

through keyholes,
David,

but hardly anything as
small as a cufflink

caught in a dress.

She's a dirty,
unattractive child.
Perhaps

you haven't looked
at her long enough

or deeply enough, David.

Perhaps I haven't.

She found your
lost cufflink;

you still so sure
she won't find Geraldine?

I'm sure of one thing.

It's late and I'm tired.

Yes.

Good night, Carol.

Good night, David.

David...

Do you want Geraldine found?

Of course I do.

I want her found alive
and healthy.

Alive, healthy

and wanting to know

what you've done
with the mills' money.

What about the
mills' money?

I know what
your salary is, David.

I know the way
we've been living.

You must have been
taking money.

Why not call it stealing?

Because I love you.

Because I... suppose
I hope you'd stop

before it was
too late.

And because you like wearing
some of that stolen money.

I'm sorry I--

I didn't mean that.

Of course you're right.

It won't look too good
to the police, will it?

My position.

Our trip to Italy

is off for a bit, isn't it?

Didn't take that girl very long
to find a lost cufflink.

I've got to stay here.

I've got to see how long it
takes her to find a woman.

(crickets chirping)

Uh, Mr. David Wheeler arrived
in Medvale on the 4:30 train

on the afternoon
of April the seventh.

That's two days before
Miss Wheeler's disappearance.

Good.
He had dinner
with Miss Wheeler

that night at her home.

Very good.
He left Medvale

on the 11:45 train
that same night.

Witnesses?
A station master,

Mr. Throgley, the greengrocer
who's traveling on business,

a Mr. Hobson, who was
going up to London...

To ogle the girls
at a strip club,

and then to get drunk at some
small West End hotel.

(laughing)

Really?

Mr. Hobson is a pillar
of Medvale society.

He's respectable, sober,

and he doesn't go to London more
than once a month.

Yes, sir.

Uh, Miss Wheeler was seen
on the day of the eighth

by many
of the townspeople.

Mr. Wheeler, however,

was not seen on the eighth
or the ninth.

Good.

Very good.

And no good at all.

You do suspect Mr. Wheeler,
don't you, Sergeant?

Hmm?

Yes, I do.

But I don't know why.

I don't even know what of.

Blast that sun,
it gets in my eye.

Oh, sorry, Sergeant.

(car approaching)

Wonder how much longer that car
of Lucas' is gonna last.

Or Lucas himself,
for that matter.

Are you gossiping,
Marlowe,

or making a police report?

Gossip, I'm afraid,
Sergeant.

Pity you're not
married, then.

An ideal outlet for
meaningless chatter.

Well, go on, what's
he been up to?

Oh, nothing really.

Just for the past
week or so

he's spent every night in the
pub till closing time.

Catching drinks?

No, buying 'em.
Treating everybody.

Ah.

Taxi business looking up, eh?

Or more likely he's
come into a bit of
money, Sergeant.

Now you've got some reason
for saying all this, of course.

Outside of the fact

that the man's paying
for his own drinks, I mean.

Well, no, just guessing.
You know, he's caught up

with his rent
for the first time in years.

Bought his old woman
and kids new clothes,
things like that.

Is it important?

I don't know, Marlowe.

I'll have to ask Lucas.

Won't I?

(men chattering indistinctly)

Well, well, well.
That was terrific.

You are a ruddy
marvel, Lucas.

That you are.

You should be
on the tele.

Along with all the
trained seals?

Oh, come off it.

Did you have in mind

that I should be playing
a bloomin' Romeo?

Fill it up again.

Good evening, Sergeant.
(mutters)

(mumbles)

What are you having,
Sergeant?

I'll have a half
a bitter, please.

Make it a pint.
No.

Don't worry,
it's on me.

A pint of bitter for
the Sergeant.

Oh, that's very kind
of you.

You workin' late,
Sergeant?

No later than you,
friend.

Thanks.

I'd like a word
with you

if you've got a moment,
Lucas.

Think we can sit down?

Well, I'll be--

Bull's-eye again, Lucas.

Sit down.

Things looking up a bit
for you?

You training for
welfare work?

No, just curious.

Well, if you must know I've
come in for a pot of money.

So I can afford to buy
you a pint of bitter

whenever the fancy
takes me.

As well as pay up, perhaps,
six months' back rent?

Nice of you to take
an interest.

That's not really
what I'm interested in.

What's more
to the point

is whether or not
you drove anyone

out to the Wheeler house
on the ninth of April.

It's a long time passed.

I don't remember.

That's all right.

I'll help you.

That's the day you were supposed
to pick up Miss Wheeler.

I told you I haven't seen
nor heard of her...

Oh, I'm not questioning that.

I was just wondering

if you might have driven
David Wheeler

to his sister's home
on the ninth of April.

I wouldn't remember.

Or would he be paying you
to forget?

Now, look,

there's nothing to charge
anybody with, Lucas.

Not yet.

But if you had been deliberately
withholding information

you could be arrested
as an accomplice.

An accomplice to what?

(sighs)

That's the question.

Thanks for the beer.

Or, uh, should I thank
David Wheeler?

(patrons chattering
indistinctly)

(piano playing melancholy tune)

(rain pattering)

How much longer are we going to
have to wait?

Till Geraldine gets tired
of her fancy man

and returns home?
I won't have you saying
things like that

about Geraldine.

Obviously the police
aren't gonna find her.

And neither is your pet
clairvoyant.

HELEN:
Annie needs time.

She's got to absorb
Geraldine's aura.

Don't you mean
Margaret's cooking?

I'm just a barrel organ man's
monkey to you, ain't I?

Turn the handle
and I'll dance.

Drop a haet in a tin cup and
I'll tell your fortune.

My dear girl,

I haven't given nearly
that much thought to you.

(thunder rumbling)

Don't take any notice
of David, Annie.

He's bored.

And when he's bored he
likes to hurt people.

I should know.

Why don't he look at me
like I was a human being?

HELEN:
Annie,

run up to your room
and lie down for a while.

We're all a bit
on edge.

We're worried
about Geraldine.

We're worried about the police
and the rapidly rising

price of potato...

(screaming)

(thunder rumbling)
(door slams)

Did she think I was gonna
hit her with hit?

I wouldn't blame her
if she had, David.

You're behaving
very badly.

(thunder cracking)

Well now, it's your turn.

To crush me with a well-
chosen phrase and walk out.

Not unless you
want me to.

What was that thing
you were playing?

"Consolation"
by Liszt.

Will you finish it for me?

(thunder rumbling)

(piano playing resumes)

(laughter outside)

(giggles)

(water splashing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(clock chiming)

It's so lovely out,
Margaret.

A bit wet, but lovely.

Yes, madam.

Mrs. Demarest?

Yes?

I was upstairs a
few minutes ago.

Well, what of it?

I seen that
girl sneaking

out of Mr. and Mrs.
Wheeler's bedroom.

Where were David
and Carol?

Oh, they was in
the drawing room.

They didn't
see her.

Then there's no harm done.

She was carrying a
dress and underthings

and I don't know what
else under her arm.

All she was wearing,
madam, was a towel.

(chuckles)

Annie's a poor child,
but gifted.

I think the
girl's a thief.

Don't be a fool.

If Annie did take some
of Carol's clothes,

it wasn't
to steal them.

It's because she was hungry
for pretty things,

things she's never had.

She's got no
right to them.

How can we judge someone
like her?

No parents
she can remember,

no life of her own,
no friends.

When you were young,

weren't you ever tempted to do
something a little wrong?

Yes, madam.

But I never did it.

I'm so glad you're
feeling better, dear.

Thank you.

That's one of your dresses,
isn't it, Carol?

ANNIE:
I didn't steal it.

I borrowed it--
that's all I did--

'cause I haven't got
anything nice to wear.

My clothes smell
of carbolic soap,

of years of wearing, of charity
in the orphanage.

You look very
pretty, Annie.

Oh, I don't look pretty;
I look awful.

I suppose you'll throw
these clothes away

or burn them
after tonight.

Don't be silly.

Well, he won't let you
wear them, not after I have.

I'm still waiting
for a light, David.

I'm sorry, Annie.

I must be a very
wicked woman.

The cards never come
out right for me.

DAVID:
We've been holding
a wake here

for a week.

Carol, get your coat,
let's go dancing.

You won't mind,
will you, Aunt Helen?

Of course
not, dear.

I'm sorry, Annie.

Whatever for?

You'll be going to
plenty of dances

when you're a
little older.

(door closes)

He never really looked at me.

What did you
say, Annie?

(crying)

(applies hand brake)

(crickets chirping)

I've got to talk
to you.

Come over here.

Well?

The police have been
asking me questions.
Shh...

Perhaps they're lonely.

Questions about you.

Well, I trust
you spoke well of me.

So far, I've only
had a hundred pounds.

I need the rest
of the money.

Look, I promised you
a thousand pounds.

You'll have to wait
until I get back to the mills.

Right now I don't have it.

The police would
like me to tell them

that I drove
you out here

the afternoon your
sister disappeared.

That would be lying,
wouldn't it?

I'll get you
a hundred pounds tomorrow.

That'll ease the waiting period.

Now, look, I did a good
job, just like we planned.

Yes, you did, fine.

(distant whistle blows)

By the way,
don't it bother you,

knowing your sister's buried
back there?

Why should it?

I didn't kill her.

You bought
her death.

Huh.

It was a necessary
purchase.

I'm paying you a
thousand pounds

for having done what
you wanted to do anyway.

You came to me.

Yeah, that's true.

It's odd, isn't it?

It was Geraldine herself
who brought us together.

If I hadn't found out that you
were having an affair

with her, I wouldn't have known
where to look.

People like your sister
and you--

you don't think the rest of us
are really human, do you?

Hmm, you're wrong.

We don't think we are.

That girl Annie Jones--
she finds things, don't she?

Things nobody wants her
to find.

I have no idea.

Today she hasn't
found anything

but a cufflink I lost.

So I'm not a bit impressed.

Well, I'm worried
about her.

As long as one
of us is worried.

Carol is probably wondering
what's happened to me.

Till tomorrow,
Lucas, good night.

(gasping)

(panting)

(murmurs)

♪ ♪

(soft thud)

♪ ♪

LUCAS:
You forgot the fireplace.

Wouldn't do
to leave the fire burning.

Geraldine,
you'd better let me do that.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

DAVID:
Annie?

(whimpering)

Annie?

Annie, wake up!

Wake up!

She was calling me.

Who?

(whimpers)

I don't know.

(crickets chirping)

(sighs)

Hello, David.

Why are we here?

You were walking
in your sleep.

We better
get you into

the house, before
you catch cold.

Your wife's nightgown.

She's got other things

to keep her warm at night,
ain't she?

Well, if you do
much sleepwalking,

flannel would
be much better.

(soft thud)

(crickets chirping)

Well, we got you
back into the house

without waking anyone.

I still think flannel
is more suitable.

Certainly more respectable.

Do you walk in your sleep
very often?

No.

You better not do that anymore.

It's not really up to me.

Is there any particular reason

why you went off into the woods?

I don't remember anything
about that.

You see, I only walk in my sleep
when something sets me off.

What set you off this time?

A dream.

A dream?

About you.

A dream about me set you off
to walking in the woods?

No, the dream had nothing
to do with that.

It was about you and me.

Well, I hope I didn't do
anything I shouldn't have.

You didn't get the chance.

Perhaps that's
just as well.

Now, look,
young lady,

no more midnight
rambles for you.

I can't promise that, can I?

'Cause I might get
to dreaming again.

Well, then don't.

How can I stop it?

Except...

A girl don't dream
about something

she can have when she's awake.

You've been reading Freud.
Been reading what?

Never mind.

But I do mind.

I mind a lot.

Now look here, young lady,

you get to bed.

No more dreams tonight.

Who are you fooling?

Yourself maybe. Not me.

I was born and raised
in a Liverpool slum.

I was 12 years old before
I got sent to the orphanage.

In the gutter by the time
you're 12 years old,

there ain't much left
for you to learn.

Not about men and women anyway.

"There now, you run off to bed
like a good little girl.

"I've given you a slap here

"and a pinch there
so you won't dream.

Tomorrow, I may even
give you a bit of a
squeeze, who knows?"

Think all I've been asking
of you is a piece of chocolate?

That ain't all you've been
asking of me, neither.

I haven't asked
anything of you.

Your eyes have.

And your hands.

Don't be a fool.

Ain't it about time

you told me how much
you love your wife?

But I do love her.

Liar.

That's one thing we learn
quick in the gutter.

A man who loves his wife
keeps his eyes and his hands

to himself.

I know you want me
as much as I want you.

CAROL:
Neither of you were

very careful
about keeping your voices low.

You've never been

conspicuously discreet, David,
let alone loyal,

but isn't she rather young?

What were you doing at her
age, playing with dolls?

No, I wasn't playing with dolls.

I wasn't making love to
other women's husbands, either.

He don't love you.
Perhaps not, but I've
tried to believe he does.

Why don't you two have a nice,
heart-to-heart talk about me?

In my absence.

What did you expect
him to do, Annie?

(door closes)

Divorce me? Carry you
off in a blaze of glory?

Or more probably
in a rented Bentley.

Marry you at high noon?

Maybe there ain't
so much difference

between girls from Liverpool

and girls from wherever
you come from,

but he wouldn't have
to marry me.

You are only 16, aren't you?

I'm 17.

Would have been different
if he'd loved you.

For whom?

Me. I know what
you think of me.

I always know
what people think of me.

But I don't care.
Only I've got to tell you

that if I thought he loved you,
that would have stopped me.

Isn't there something else
that should have stopped you?

What?

Knowing that I loved him.

(sobbing)

(bells tolling)

Thank you, Margaret.

We'll serve
ourselves.

Aunt Helen, I've
had enough of this.

Do have
your breakfast, dear.

Carol and I are returning
to the mills this afternoon.

I don't know where Geraldine is,
and I don't care.

I doubt very much whether
anyone else does, either.

I'm very fond of Geraldine.

Bully for you.

Carol, don't you think...?

I think David is right.

HELEN:
But there's Annie.

She hasn't had time
to absorb Geraldine's aura.

She's had time to absorb
a lot more than you realize.

My advice to you is
to pack her off to the
orphanage immediately.

I admit that may
be a little rough on
the orphanage people,

but then, that's what they're
getting paid for, isn't it?

She should be given her chance.

She's had her chance, and
she's taken it, believe me.

That girl is a troublemaker,

and nothing more.

As for her gift,

the only thing she can find is
her way back to the gutter.

(Annie cries)

Be still, David.

Annie, come and have
your breakfast, dear.

Mrs. Demarest?

Yes, dear?

I'm ready to find Geraldine.

Really?

I felt her close to me
last night,

but I didn't look for her.

Not then.

I'm going to now.

You better get the police here.

HELEN:
Are you sure?

I'll be waiting
in the other room.

(door closes)

Marlowe, do you know

that the Bromley assassin used
just such a paper knife as this

to dispatch six
of his wives?

Really? Must have been very
painful for 'em, Sergeant.

(phone ringing)

Now, hold on a moment,
in case it concerns you.

Hello. Sergeant
Henry speaking.

Yes. Oh, hold the
line a moment, please.

That's all right.
Run along.

And keep an
eye on Lucas.

Oh, uh, I'm being invited
to partake of spirits.

(laughs)

Lovely.

This hour of the morning?

Unfortunately, not
alcoholic spirits.

Yes?

Yes, of course, Mrs. Demarest.

Yes, you're quite right.

I'll come over there myself.

I'm leaving immediately.

Good-bye.

(sighs)

Six wives.

No wonder.

What's she waiting for?

A violin obbligato?

David, please.

She's just going
into a trance.

It's a very difficult
moment for her.

A very difficult
half hour is more like it.

Sergeant, do you believe
in nonsense?

If it is nonsense,
no, sir.

Why are you here?

To see if the girl will speak.

Suppose she does.

Suppose she says
that Geraldine is cavorting

in the Upper Amazon
with Peruvian headhunters?

Well, that would
be very odd, sir,

seeing that the Upper Amazon
isn't in Peru at all.

Well, you have no idea

how Peruvian headhunters
get around these days.

(whimpering)
CAROL:
David?

Stay where you are, Carol.

But she's
suffering.

Nothing you can do
will help her.

(panting)

(whimpering)

(gasps)

Aunt Helen.

Aunt Helen.

Who are you?

I'm Geraldine, Aunt Helen.

Yes, dear, of course.

Is... Is anything wrong?

I'm so lonely.

Lonely and afraid.

Everything's going
to be all right, Geraldine.

Just tell us where you are.

I don't know.

You must try to tell me
where you are.

You must try very hard.

I am trying, Aunt Helen.

But I can't see.

It's so dark.

He won't let me rest.

There's noise
and there's movement.

I go from place to place.

I don't know where.

I want to rest, Aunt Helen.

I want to sleep!

Did I...

did she tell you anything?

Nothing of any practical
importance, I'm afraid.

Well, if you'll, uh,
excuse me, Mrs. Demarest,

I don't think I can be
of any further service to you.

Uh, neither can I.
We'll take the train
this afternoon.

It was kind of you to come,
Sergeant.

Well, good-bye.

(door closes)

She must have told you
something.

Weren't you listening?

I wasn't here.

She came into my head.
I... I wasn't here at all.

Well, then,
for your information,

she seems to be traveling
around the countryside

with a rather
athletic lover.

I know you can't help
being cruel, David,

but need you be
vulgar, as well?

(door closes)
Why blame me?

Take it up with Geraldine
when she returns.

(car starts)

(car door opens)

(car door closes,
car driving away)

Well, Annie, that was a very
good try, but not good enough.

Get your things
together.

Your things, not my wife's,
if you don't mind.

Maybe nobody's going
to believe me,

maybe not ever,
but when I'm taken over,

it's not by the spirit
of anybody living.

I don't know
what she said
with my lips

or what she saw through my eyes,

but it's because she can't
speak anymore with her lips

or see anything with her eyes.

She's dead.

(gasps)

I admire that girl.

She goes down
fighting.

(door closes)

You've let
her upset you.
Mmm...

It's just what the
little devil wanted.

Believe me, the sooner
she leaves this house,

the happier
you'll be.

Oh, David, are you sure?

Of course I am.

And as soon as my idiotic
sister decides to come home,

you and she will have
the laugh of your lives

over this
whole business.

Now, you tell Margaret

there'll be one less
for lunch today.

We're bundling her off and
back where she belongs.

Now, go on.

(door closes)

(birds chirping, crow cawing)

You've got it all your
own way now, haven't you?

Not really.

I haven't entirely forgotten
last night.

It's a pity Carol woke up
when she did.

However... they'll be letting
you out of the orphanage soon,

and when they do,
you might consider applying

for a job
at the Wheeler Mills.

(door opens)

Ask for me.

(door closes)

(car starts)

(engine roaring)

(clock chiming)

(door opens)

Are you ready?

Did she hate me so much?

DAVID:
Annie?

No, I don't think
she hates you.

You're just the
superfluous wife.

That does describe me,
doesn't it?

Superfluous wife.

Now, don't
be childish.

I know I've behaved badly,
but you'll forgive me.

You do it so well.

I've had enough practice.

(birds chirping, crow cawing)

(car starts)

The bird's about
to fly the coop.

Wheeler?

Yeah.

No salt to put on his tail
either, not a pinch.

You run ahead
and get the tickets.

I'll settle with Lucas.

(train passing)

The police have
been watching me.

I hope you haven't done
anything illegal.

Your hundred pounds.

Put that envelope away.

Not that it matters
particularly.

The police have
nothing to go on,

not with Geraldine tucked away
safely in that clearing.

Not with that
Annie Jones around.

I've seen that
girl's eyes.

I'm still worried
about her.

You can stop worrying.

She's back
at the orphanage.

Then I did right.

Did what right?

I dug up your
sister's body.

You stupid fool.

I did right.

I dug her up in the
middle of last night.

That girl would have found
it if it was still there.

That body was perfectly safe
where it was.

What have you done
with it?

Don't worry
about that now.

Annie Jones'll
never find it now.

You let go of me!

Annie Jones
is a devil.

Forget Annie Jones.

It's the police
I'm worried about.

MARLOWE:
Lucas.

Lucas.

Sergeant Henry wants
to ask you some questions.

(Marlowe grunts)

David, the train'll
be here in a minute.

(brakes screeching)

He caught me
by surprise, Sergeant.

Yes, I can see that.

I think you'd better
come along with us, sir.

What for?

Questions later, huh?

Am I under arrest?

We'll see.

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

David, are you
in trouble?

No, I just like
drives in the country.

Darling, please.

Why don't you leave the
questioning to the police?

(horn honking)

♪ ♪

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(Lucas screams)

(Carol gasps, car crashes)

(car doors closing)

(gasps)

(moaning)

Lucas.

Lucas, can you hear me?

Now, listen,
you've got to tell me.

What do you know about the
death of Geraldine Wheeler?

I killed her.

You did?

But why?

(Lucas mumbling)

Is Lucas dead?

He lived long enough.

Annie Jones knew after all,
didn't she?

"There is noise.

"There is movement.

I go from place to place."

Mr. Wheeler,
I'm placing you under arrest,

and I must warn you
that anything you say

will be taken down
and may be used in evidence.

"I go from place to place."

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