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Angelica!

Please, angel!

Your mother sent me down. She wants to see you.

Brava!

So, you've grown to like the play then?

- It's melodramatic claptrap,

and the Provinces are tiresome,

but it pays.

And there are a few, even out here.

- All married?

- One assumes.

- Well, you know what Doctor Freud

would have to say about that.

- Yeah, well, that worked out just fine, didn't it?

If papa hadn't run off, I'd never have you

for an Auntie.

A mother, really.

- My angel.

- And a far more entertaining one.

- No, no.

You didn't know her before.

- Come on, come on.

You'll catch your death in the cold.

I'm so sorry, dear.

It's no night to travel I know, but

your mother simply could not be dissuaded.

She had to see her Angelica straightaway.

- And how is she, Nora?

- I've never seen her in such a state.

- Why don't you make us all a nice cup of tea?

- Right.

She's coming, Mum, coming right up.

- Angelica, wait, angel.

Her mind's not what it was.

No no listen, she has become more troubled

by the past and by imaginings.

- I'm dying, Angelica.

- No, you're not.

Mama, you're young still and healthy.

- I must tell you I must clear my conscious.

- Constance, it's after midnight.

Can't your conscious wait until the morning?

- I won't live to see the sun rise.

- I'll fetch her a sleeping draught.

- I'm staying tonight, Mama, and all day tomorrow.

You sleep now.

- It's about your father.

He did not abandon us, he did not disappear.

It is not precisely as I've always told you.

I love you more than life, Angelica.

- I know.

- If you stopped loving me I must tell you all of it.

- Go on Mama, go on.

The day I met your father I was so young, so young.

- Mr. Bartone sir, welcome.

- It's Barton now Pendleton, officially.

And I should like stationary to reflect it.

- Of course.

- Also pen nibs, ink, and...

You're new here.

- I am sir.

- Well, then, congratulations

from one of Mr. Pendleton's customers

you are a most welcome presence.

- Constance, assist Mr. Barton if you please.

- Of course.

Shall Mr. Pendleton deliver your stationary when it is ready?

- No, I shall come myself.

- It cannot be.

- Absolute truth.

- But the book you had me read, the naturalist fellow,

the Beagle fellow, he says, "We are well behaved apes."

It was you who believed this and now you say the opposite.

- Not the opposite.

Merely to point out the limits of it.

Just as we eat more than bananas

in other ways clearly we are not Apes.

And in this, this how to call it this

distribution of desire we British are unlike say

the French who otherwise so outwardly resemble us.

- But you are Italian.

- British, my dear, as much as you.

We are British because of how we act,

the manner in which we temper our apish appetites.

- Welcome to the biggest and funniest Clark's circus.

Come see curiosities from all corners of the globe.

The snake charmer, Eve, she consorts with the Earth's

lowliest and most abominable creature.

The young Maharaja of Punjab, every inch of him

painfully tattooed, husband to 50 wives.

He's fathered 100 sons!

- How dare you.

- Krao, the missing link, half ape and half man.

- Does it not make your very skin creep?

- Yes, when I think of the fools who believe in such things.

- There it is Mr. Barton, that is a photograph.

You may believe what you see with your own eyes may you not?

- I believe what I see you in Miss Douglas dear,

your sweet beauty and noble simplicity.

- I should have told you, I'm an orphan.

First my siblings, they wasted away and

finally to be a mother is to be sentenced simply

to watch never to prevent only to wait

for something horrible to happen to your child.

One after another they melted away from her and she...

...and then she too was taken, then father was...

They slept too deeply, all of them.

- These are your enemies.

These are the beasts that steal lives.

- These?

Stole them all?

- I expect so.

- How ever are doctors expected

to catch such tiny devils as these?

- They cannot be caught.

One can only deny them the conditions

that favor their growth.

- Might you discover an end to all sickness?

- We might.

We very well might.

- Then, what would we do?

Would we all live forever?

- Miss Douglas,

you have no protector, none at all.

Will you have me as protector?

Will you?

- Will you show me your place of work?

- The laboratory is no place for a woman, Con.

- Some day?

- Some day, perhaps.

- He will be my life's adventure.

- He's a man, Connie.

Most hide no more mystery in them than that chair.

- My life's adventure.

- Come inside, my dear.

Are you afraid of your Joseph?

You are so lovely.

Constance.

Who's a darling, darling girl?

- Hold up there.

Easy now.

There you are boy, hold up.

- Joseph.

- Has not Nora done a fine job

of making a home while we've been away?

- I suppose you'll be wanting to take your pleasure now.

Get it over and done with.

You'll be hounding me until night fall

and again after dark,

disturbing my slumber in the middle of the night.

It's no wonder I'm idle all day.

Nora will find me most useless.

- Let's not talk about Nora.

I'm wanted at the laboratory my love.

- You will make life safe for our children.

I know it.

- Indeed.

That is our one aim.

But, you're not, of course you are.

You're the girl from Pendleton's.

You are exquisite.

But, I will never forgive James Pendleton

if he has reduced you to making deliveries.

- No, no I reside here now.

I married Mr. Joseph Barton.

- Indeed.

- Counter jumper.

Then it's true. You might have done better.

- Do you know why I married you Con?

For the same reason I hope you married me.

- For love.

Like in the fairy stories.

- Like in the fairy stories my dear.

- You gotta push now, you gotta push.

- Yet there's something wrong.

- You can do it.

- Pushing will no longer do.

For God's sake drape her.

You are no longer needed. Get us some tea.

- Yes doctor.

- Fetch more towels to soak up the blood.

I cannot guarantee the life of either mother or child.

- Don't give up madam, don't give up.

- You'll marry again, a woman of strong constitution

with moral rectitude.

- It has nothing to do with morality.

For mercies sake, have you no chloroform?

- Indeed not, sir.

- It is barbaric.

- Push madam push, push madam push, push.

You've done it madam, you've done it, it's a girl.

Oh madam, a girl.

- You are very fortunate to be alive,

you and your child both.

God does not intend all women to be mothers.

You must not risk it again.

- How not?

- You are to desist entirely.

Find your pleasure elsewhere.

- It is not your fault.

- My sweetie.

- Come my sweetheart.

Let's give your sweet mother a rest.

- Nora leave her here, Nora.

- You know who misses you?

Your dolly.

- Baby.

- Mama.

- Come here baby, over here.

- The wolf leapt in and licked his lips

and growled from deep in his throat.

- Time to sleep, my darling.

Angelica, come to me please.

- Obey your papa.

- Time for bed, thank you.

- Careful.

- Lie down.

- The baby.

The doctor told us not to.

- Do not worry.

- I won't, I won't.

Forgive me, I don't know.

- Angelica.

It's time to go home.

Nora has promised us a fine--

- Do you wish your surviving daughter to be motherless do you?

- But what can I do?

- I told her at the girl's birth.

- You must make of yourself a

a closed garden do you understand?

Unless you find it to great a strain

on a lascivious and intemperate will.

- God no.

- You pursue your own desire at your family's expense.

- But my husband...

- I will have a word with Mr. Barton.

- Good evening, sir.

Your wife will live by the grace of God.

Now it may take several months

before the wife's health is restored.

- How is Angelica?

- Well, Con, with Nora.

- Bring her to me.

- Your strength, dear.

- Angelica is my strength.

- Where's Nora?

- It is her monthly day away, my love.

Seems to come around nearly every week.

Angelica, that is not a toy!

Your father fought very bravely in darkest Africa.

He was awarded this for courage.

- Sorry, Mama.

- You've an even more morose expression than usual.

- I will not tire you with my domestic trials.

- Joe?

- She shuns me.

- Then how often are you calling on our tender friends?

- I do not consort with them and neither should you.

- Now come.

You tell me your wife refuses to participate

up to one's reasonable contractual expectation--

- She has been--

- I know.

I know, her health.

All the more reason not to play, Pope.

- An undignified brutish pursuit

of a very fleeting pleasure.

- Do you know other kinds?

- I have suffered this insult too long.

Angelica sleeps in her nursery tonight.

- The young man climbed up onto the swan's back,

then the swan spread it's great

blue wings and flew up into the sky

and they never did come back to Earth.

And the naughty tinker never saw his family again.

See, there he is.

The young man is flying.

- I see him.

- Shall I stay with you, my dove?

Until you fall asleep?

- No thank you, Mama.

The princess desires her solitudery.

- Very well, my love.

Shall I leave the door open?

- No thank you, Mama.

- Mama, Mama, Mama Mama, Mama, Mama.

You slept here with me. In her chair.

- I did.

- You were asleep and I woke you.

- Shh. Hush mouse, you'll wake Papa.

Or shall we rouse him?

- No, no. Mamma and baby.

- You went to her. Slept there the whole night.

- She cried out to me.

- And when you do not come,

she will learn to comfort herself.

- Comfort herself?

- I can not recall opening a debate on the point.

- There.

- I know, Mama.

- What sort of a welcome is that?

- A monkey. - Don't touch it. Oh wow!

- Papa, is he ours?

- No, he is only come for a brief visit.

- Is he quite tame?

- Friendly even.

- Oh it's gentle.

Hello little sir.

- He's very funny, Papa.

- Where ever did you find him, London Zoo?

- No, no.

A colleague.

- Hello little sir.

He's quite handsome.

What is his name?

- I do not know.

- Can't we keep him?

- No dear, as you hear he has his own home.

And he must go back to it.

- You must visit us again very soon.

- Oh my darling.

My love.

Go back to sleep.

- Oh dearest Con.

We have been torn asunder by doctors and fear and

that is no way for us to live.

- Go, I release you...

...to seek elsewhere what you must.

- Oh no, Con, no.

There are solutions to our predicament, other solutions.

I will not allow any harm to come to you, you know that.

There are other ways a man and wife may repair this breach.

There is, for example..

...this.

...with the tongue, Con, and the lips.

No danger, there is no danger in this.

You are my only Con.

And the tongue.

Oh yes, like that.

We have been tested, both of us.

When we are apart in our hearts

the space is filled with cold dark thoughts.

- Do you hear?

Do you not hear?

My darling, my darling.

What is it?

Oh baby, oh.

Oh baby, you're choking.

It's choking.

It's not possible.

It's not possible.

- A lovely breakfast, Princess, you see.

Try a bit of this.

Have you ever had a better breakfast, Princess?

Even at your palace?

We must always use our...

Is Papa a sailor?

- No, he was a soldier once, but now he works.

- What is work?

- Work is what every man must do.

- What must Papa do?

- He must care for us and protect us.

He must cure disease.

Would you like to visit Papa's laboratory?

Perhaps we could go and visit him one day soon.

Doctor Joseph Barton?

- Yes, just down there.

- Doctor Barton's laboratory?

- The doctors' entrance is down the passage on the right.

- Madam?

- Is this Doctor Barton's laboratory?

- Visitors are generally not permitted.

- He is my husband and he is a senior man.

- We are able to detect

29 different functions across the cortex.

What on Earth has brought you here?

- It's a surprise.

- You may not at first understand.

- I don't understand.

I thought...

This is all...

All this time you've kept it from me.

- They are not suffering, they are not capable.

- Can you not see with your own eyes?

- There are pox today that no longer threaten Angelica.

- Do not mention her name in this room.

- Constance, Constance, come back.

- How do you bear it?

- It is no burden to produce the benefits of science.

- Go home, Constance.

- Does your heart not break?

Not at all?

- Angelica?

You mustn't sleep like that, my love.

You mustn't. You mustn't leave me.

- You frightened me.

- You weren't breathing.

Hold your mama.

- I'm sorry Mama.

Joseph, Joseph.

I have seen something in the nursery.

Come please.

It was right there.

It seemed to be leering directly at her.

But then it flew into the wardrobe here.

And here.

It's still wet.

It was wet.

- What do you suppose it was?

- I cannot say.

A form,

diseased,

flying.

- Constance. - A diseased flying...

- Come to bed before you wake the child.

- And leave her exposed?

- There is nothing here at present, do you concur?

Angelica is safe, my dear.

Come.

Come to bed.

How did you sleep, Angelica?

- Well, Papa.

- No visitors in the night?

- Last night, just one.

Mama.

She was part of the night, but

then she went into her own bed I think.

- She visits you in the night

because she is worried for you.

Need mother worry do you think Angelica?

- I think this is right she worry.

It is what mothers do.

- Mama, you are here.

Sometimes you are not here.

- I'm sorry for those times.

- Might we walk in the park today?

- If it pleases you.

We shall run in the park today.

- Mama?

Did you see the flying man?

- I think I did.

Will you tell me about him?

- Sometimes he's pink and sometimes blue.

- Did he hurt you?

- Do you think he will?

- No, no he will never hurt you because I will protect you.

I love you so much let me see your beautiful face.

I swear I will.

- What is the matter now?

One can scarcely catch one's breath in this house.

You seem bent on maintaining chaos.

- I saw him.

Have you seen nothing?

Does nothing feel out of balance?

- I hesitate to answer.

I suspect you'll appreciate neither my words nor my tone.

- I saw it again last night something hovering over her.

She has seen it too.

Floating, a stream of blue light, an apparition.

It meant to do a specific masculine harm visibly.

- My God, you put in her head this notion.

- No, I did nothing of the sort.

I was silent and she said to me

she had seen plainly and precisely what I'd seen.

- So you confirmed her infantile fantasy.

- What fancy if we both have seen it?

Have you truly not?

- Seen blue lights?

Hovering masculine dangers?

You spout nonsense and she mimics you.

And you take her mimicry for wisdom.

For God's sake, have Dr. Willette give you a sleeping draught.

- Madam.

Oh madam, I'm so sorry.

Please, would you need a kerchief?

If I might be of any help.

I know, I know it is not my place of course.

- Nora, please sit here next to me.

- Madam, if there's anything in my power.

- Something has hurt Angelica.

I saw it again there last night as plain as I see you now.

It is unspeakable what it wants.

- Madam.

I fear to speak but--

- Do you know someone?

Oh, Nora.

- This woman, she understands all them dark things.

But she's as fearless as any man.

I can fetch her.

- Please, yes.

Come tell her I am in desperate need.

Just bring her here at once.

And if there's some Mr. Barton inquires

just I don't know just tell him, don't tell him anything.

- The usual terms of course, Annie.

- What precisely is the disturbance?

- I don't know.

Blue light, a floating man, I ain't never seen it.

Any-who what's it to you?

The woman's got banshees, you come in and you

wave your parsley all about and that's it isn't it?

And I get my 20%.

- Do you know that crocodiles look today

just as they looked when dinosaurs trod the Earth?

Whereas other animals have transformed

so as to be scarcely recognizable.

Man for instance.

- Man is an animal?

- Man and woman both.

We were animals, now we are something higher, nobler.

- Why do crocodiles weep?

- They do not weep.

That is a folk story.

- Do forgive the chops.

I'm afraid I've lost my touch after so many years of

little practice.

- It is perfectly edible my dear.

Nora will be healed one hopes by breakfast time.

- Madam, you startled me.

Well, this is Mrs. Montague as I described.

- And you are Mrs. Barton?

Of course you are.

You poor lovely creature.

- I am grateful for your--

- Are you not sleeping well, my dear?

- I must appear dreadful.

- On the contrary, only somewhat fatigued.

You must forgive my making a personal remark.

I find it very difficult to hide

my feelings from people I like.

- Do you know me so soon?

- Come.

Give us your hand.

- Well, please come in.

- Take my hand and lead me in Mrs. Barton.

The evil that troubles your home

must see that I am your invited guest.

- I am so relieved to have your council.

- Precisely.

Two women together can withstand quite anything.

Oh he's very handsome.

- Yes.

- And his profession?

Your home is very elegant and enviable.

- Mrs. Montague. - Thank you.

- He is a scientist.

He seeks to find the cause of disease in animals.

- A veterinarian?

- No.

I mean.

He looks inside of animals

to find the cause of all disease.

- A vivisectionist?

- He has arguments to defend his actions.

- Men cannot help their natures, Mrs. Barton

we must not fault them.

Nora, leave us.

Now, your walls sing with the unseen.

I'm at your service.

Mrs. Barton, I have heard all manner of horrors

in my years helping ladies such as yourself.

I cannot be shocked.

I am also, I wish to make this clear in every way,

not a man.

I do not think like a man and nor do I wish to.

So do not tell me what you know or what you can prove.

Tell me what you feel, from the beginning.

- Something seems to have snapped,

fractured in him.

His appetites, his desires seem...

There are cracks all over the house.

Here, in this dish.

And there, oh and there, and here

into which that unholy thing fled.

You see, you see?

I tried to please him

at a cost that I cannot ever forgive.

- Well of course you will forgive,

you are a woman and a wife.

- My child suffers pain at the precise moment

I am submissive to my husband.

Do you understand?

- I do.

He compels you then?

- No he,

he compels me to compel myself.

Or I compel him to compel me and

it pleases a part of me.

That is beyond my control.

And I am powerless to resist and

my child's screaming.

- Mrs. Barton, Mrs. Barton.

You are a brave fine girl.

And we will clear these noxious airs

from your beautiful home and all be well I promise.

- Annie, it is just like I said.

- She's nothing like you said.

- Whatcha mean?

- You should consider yourself lucky

to be in such a fine lady's employ.

Courage, my dear, and above all,

faith in your own pure innocence.

- All right, All right.

- Beloved Angelica.

- Say hello to the nice lady.

- Mama?

- Go on.

- She's true to her name.

- Walter, Walter.

- The night passed without incident.

- I am relieved beyond reckoning.

- Your spells and protections have succeeded.

I shall pay you your fee Mrs. Montague for--

- Oh, oh Mrs. Barton.

Oh my dear, we have only just begun.

Last nights respite may mean we are on the correct path

or it may mean nothing at all.

- And you try and catch me.

- You do have a responsibility to your husband,

but it is not to bear child after child,

and nor is it to pander to his every hourly whim

like some poor slave girl in a sheik's harem.

Husband's are not meant to burn like youths,

defiling their surroundings with their bottomless thirsts.

No, no, we mean for our men to unleash,

with haste and as much modesty

and shame as they can possibly muster,

those inclinations, a few times,

for the multiplication of our race,

and then tame them.

- You're so well spoken, Mrs. Montague.

Where did you learn such eloquence?

- My education was in the theater.

- An actress.

- For a time.

Do you disapprove?

- Mama, Mama Mama, the flying man is in the forest.

He flew on the back of a swan.

They chased me, but they got caught in a tree branch.

- You must never tell lies, child.

- Quite so quite so, but then again

you must never fear telling the truth.

Now dear.

Let us discuss this as three ladies.

- Did you truly see him in the trees just now?

- I do not like it when you are frightened.

- I do not suppose that you do.

- Will you protect Mama and me?

- I will indeed.

- I am to York overnight, Mrs. Barton.

- I love Papa.

- He loves you as well, my darling.

I do not doubt.

- She's quite asleep.

Oh my dear, what a splendid table.

- Come sit.

We mustn't let Nora's soup get cold.

- That is magnificent.

Is that crab?

You treat me like a royal.

- Like a dear friend.

- Have you ever wondered why it is that women should appear to glide?

It's quite simple really.

You see if we glide, then we have no legs.

And if we have no legs, then men need not

be tormented by the thought of our legs.

But here, but amongst ourselves...

Anywhere really that women live free of men

they live with legs.

- Lord have mercy.

What the Devil?

Well me ladies, I thought you might enjoy

a sip of the masters port wine to go with the cheese.

- Will he not detect it's depletion?

- He never has before, madam.

- Oh my.

- All right.

- Tomorrow he returns.

If the night should pass without incident

and does that not prove his role?

- Well, perhaps not.

Certainly the thing is not your husband in body.

You see, evil may be projected without

will or even without knowledge.

Sleep my dear, you're in terrible need of it.

I will keep watch, be assured.

Sleep.

- Bless you.

Dearest?

Our father, which art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come thy will be done

on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses as we

forgive those who trespass against us

and lead us not into temptation.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Our father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come thy will be done

on Earth as it is in Heaven.

And forgive us our trespasses as we

forgive those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

- You have allowed this crisis to fester beyond all bounds.

Now you talk of shattered nerves,

ennui, neurasthenia, and hallucination.

Truth be told, none of this is terribly uncommon,

Barton, in women of your wife's class.

Now, in your sorry case your wife is determined

to let herself go it appears.

And with that surrender of character

she has exposed you, your home, and your child

to a grave infection.

And I fear we are past the point of easy treatment.

- Madam.

- Am I permitted out of my own home, dearest Nora?

- Sir was quite plain about your need for peace. Rest today.

- Can you fetch Annie for me?

- Please don't ask me to do what I can't.

- I could do your work while you brought her.

He need never know.

- Please madam.

- I see.

- Madam.

- Get out.

- Please madam.

This will calm your nerves as sir requested.

- You drink it.

You deserve the rest you wretch.

- If I could at least report to Mr. Barton

that I gave it to you Mum, please.

- All right.

Give it here then.

No.

Here,

have me.

Am I not to your liking?

Yes here.

No, no, no, no, no.

Nora, Nora!

Nora tell me, where is she?

Please tell me where she lives, please just tell me.

It's all right, it's all right.

- Madam, what happened to you for God's sakes?

What happened?

- Please Nora.

- Who?

- I will repay you.

I will repay you please don't tell him where I've gone.

- Don't go, don't go, don't go.

- Her address now!

Carriage!

Carriage!

I can't, I can't, it's just...

You don't understand, my god.

It just keeps coming for her

and it will keep coming for her again and again

and again and again.

Anne, if I murder myself, will it end?

No, no I know it will not,

because it just keep coming for her.

Anne, please, please, he will never find us.

- Of course he will.

- Please, I promise he can't find us.

We'll stay and we will live together.

- Shh. - Please.

- My dear. We will end this, we will.

This must end. It must.

Constance, Constance?

This is what I dreamed of.

To awaken in your arms.

You've only got a few minutes.

There's a carriage waiting outside.

- Where?

- No, no, you know you must.

- I can't.

- You must.

What if he wakes up and finds that you've fled?

He will track you down.

He will take Angelica.

He will most likely send you to bedlam.

Constance, you must return home and you must play your part.

I will come to you.

- He will not allow you through the door.

- I will find a way. We will destroy this demon together.

And we will restore peace to your home.

- It is too late for that.

- Do you remember the tenderness with which

you showed me his likeness here in your locket?

Do you recall?

- I loved him dearly once.

- And you will again, but until then you must have courage.

You must be bold and fear not.

- I will make you proud.

I will make you proud.

- You have again exhausted yourself.

Asleep in the chair.

- She cried out to me in the night.

I should have returned to you I know.

- You should have done,

but as you say the child needed you.

- She did.

- And you spent all night in this chair?

- Yes.

- Here?

- Where is Angelica?

- She is with Nora.

She had very odd dreams.

- She shall adjust in time, as you say.

- You'll want another days rest at least.

I shall instruct Nora.

- Mama!

- Oh my goodness.

- Madam you look so lovely.

- Come Mama, sit with us.

- I'm sorry to be late for tea.

Is the Princess Elizabeth very offended do you think?

- Constance, here is a colleague I have long intended

you to meet, Dr. Douglas Miles.

- How delighted I am to meet you, Dr. Miles.

My dearest, pleasure to have you home so soon.

Nora, take the child and bring some tea for our guest.

- Right away, Mum.

- I must compliment you, Mrs. Barton

on your sense of decoration.

- Constance, please make Dr. Miles comfortable.

I unfortunately have forgotten, my apologies.

- Poor dear.

- I hope you will excuse an old man's curiosity.

Well, a friends curiosity.

I hope you will see me as a friend.

- Of course.

- Now most wives have some permissible complaint to make

and please be assured of my absolute discretion.

- Well, I do have one complaint.

Joseph works such long hours

I have not enough the pleasure of his company.

- Have you any worries?

Do you fear him?

- What an amusing question.

Why ever should I have any fear of...?

- Mr. Barton told me that you saw his work.

Did that upset you?

It may well disorient one.

- Do I seem disoriented, Dr. Miles?

Joseph's work is of vital import.

But you cannot ask me to explain it very well.

I only know how proud I am of his efforts.

Will you have another piece of cake, Doctor?

- Yes, thank you.

You are queen of the domestic arts.

- I wonder what it is he forgot.

- You know, there are times when you may excuse

yourself for requiring a rest.

I know very well how women toil on our behalf

under emotional burdens that are quite unknown to us.

A time away to refresh ones spirits

could be arranged in a trice just for the asking.

- A rest?

What English woman could accept such unmerited charity

when our husbands have withstood

sufferings we soft women have not?

To crave rest, I should find it a disgrace.

If I may speak plainly as a friend Doctor.

- Do you think I could speak with your daughter?

- It would be an honor

to display her conversation.

- Perfection, Angelica Barton, you truly are

a small duplicate of your gracious mother.

- Thank you, sir.

Mama is a very lovely.

- I think I have, let me see, yes I do.

I have a piece of very special licorice

for the little girl who can tell me

how was it that your bedroom caught fire?

- When we cause accidents we confess promptly.

Mama tripped upon my doll and I truly am sorry, sir.

- A wise child.

And you Mrs. Barton, you're a delightful hostess.

And I fear I've taken up too much of your time.

- I cannot imagine what is keeping him.

- Oh no matter.

Mrs. Barton, you have a husband

who concerns himself with your health.

- Be bold

and the man will be restored to you.

Courage.

Courage.

My angel.

No more fear.

I will restore our papa.

And all will be well in the morning.

- Con?

Constance, you are so lovely.

I have waited so long, so long for this.

Oh my God.

Yes.

- No.

No.

No.

No!

Oh my God!

My God.

My love.

My only love.

I know that damnation awaits me for what I've done.

For what I've made you believe and I am prepared for it.

If only you will forgive me, Angelica.

- Angel, angel, her minds not what it--

- I don't know what to believe.

Forgive me, Angelica.

Anne, Nora.

- It's all right, Mum.

- Angelica, angel, she's not in the right mind.

- This is different, Anne.

I remember now the fire.

And the man with the licorice.

- Your father did disappear as we've always told you.

- Annie, give us a hand, will ya?

We're gonna get you out of bed now.

Annie!

- Constance, look how you've worked yourself up.

Come on, dear.

Jesus, all right you've got the feet.

Oh my God.

Come on dear, there.

Constance.

There's a good girl.

- Annie.

- Gently.