All language subtitles for The.Turn.Of.The.Screw.1999

I have read your references,

and they do indeed seem impeccable.

But it would be your first position?

Yes, sir. It is
the first time I have left home.

But you have some experience.

In answering your advertisement,

I gave details of my work
in the village schoolroom.

I venture that I have a better
than average grounding
in all the major subjects.

You seem eminently qualified
for the post.

Thank you, sir.

The children in question
are my nephew and niece.

My brother died on active service in
India and his wife of yellow fever.

I am very sorry to hear it.

So I am, as I say, a bachelor.

I have no paternal understanding,
and I travel a lot.

Do you?
I am abroad much of the year.

I've installed the youngsters
in my country place.

I require a governess at Bly.

I have no preference as to location.

You do not?

Splendid.

I do pity the poor chicks.

Left with no mama or papa
to protect them.

I assure you, I've done all I can.

There was, at first,
a young lady in charge there,

who did for them most beautifully,
Miss Jessel.

We had the misfortune to lose her.

She left?

I'm sorry to say, she died.

Of what did she die?

It's not a matter
that I feel inclined to discuss.

Nonetheless, we miss her,
the children especially.

I have tried to get down to Bly
as often as I might,

but my own affairs
take up all my time.

And I've not the patience
for children.

I will be frank with you.

I have seen several governesses,
but none as yet engaged.

For each, the main condition
has proven prohibitive.

The main condition of the job...

is that you will never trouble me;
but never.

Never. Neither appeal, nor complain
nor write about anything.

Meet all queries,
receive monies from my solicitor,

take the whole thing over...

but leave me alone.

The minute you arrive,
you will have full responsibility.

It really is imperative
that I am not disturbed.

As for the boy, he's away.
At school.

After the... unpleasantness,
I put him there.

He's only ten.

What else could be done?

He will be in your custody
during the holiday.

I have not yet said
that I will engage.

You would be doing me
the greatest favour.

You would lighten a burden.

I should be forever in your debt.

I am asking you to assume
the management of my family affairs.

I would not ask, had I not the
highest estimation of your worth.

May I place my confidence in you?

I don't know, I...
May I?

POST HORN

Gertie? Down 'ere at once.

Come along, now. Quick.

Whoa. Whoa.

Welcome to Bly, Miss.

Mrs Grose.

I've brought the staff out
for your inspection.

Is this everyone?
Yes, Miss.

And this is Flora.

These are for you, Miss.

Will you show me around
my new home, Flora?

I must say...

it is a most agreeable residence.

Your uncle
has provided for you well.

Yes. Isn't he sweet?

We collected these ourselves.

Did you?

When shall we begin?

Lessons will commence tomorrow.

This is my uncle's room.

His bedroom.

(GIGGLES)

Come on, Miss!
Where are we going?

A place I found. No-one comes here.

Do be careful, Flora.

Why?

APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS

Come.

Is everything
to your satisfaction, Miss?

It is more than satisfactory.

Not at all what I was led to expect.

I confess, I have never seen myself
in one of these before.

Flora was polite?

Her manners are commendable.

Thank you, Miss.
Under the circumstances.

I've done my best.
Oh, I can see that, Mrs Grose.

I can certainly see that.

You have done admirably.

I am sure we shall,
on every question, be at one.

Oh, Miss, I'm so glad you're here.

CLINKING OF ICE

Miss?

I've brung some lemonade, Miss.
Nice and cold.

Am I dreaming, or is it real?

Oh, it's real enough.

And I'm real and Flora's real.

What think you of her, then?

She is an angel.

She is that.

I have something I wish to ask you.

Tell me about
the lady who was here before.

The last governess?

Well, now, let me see um...

I s'pose she was er...

young and pretty, Miss. Like you.

He seems to favour young and pretty.

Oh, he did.

I mean, he does.

I beg pardon?

You said, he did.

Did I?

To whom were you referring?

Why, the master.

Please, Miss. I must get on.

(Thank you.)

Well, Flora.
Now that Miss has settled in,

you shall move
from my room into hers.

Goody!

Flora, we are at table.

At the end of the week,
I am to meet your brother.

Does he look at all like her?

Oh, my, yes.

He's gorgeous.

You'll be quite carried away by him.

I am rather easily carried away.

Oh?

I was quite carried away in London.

At your interview?

Well, you're not the first, and
I dare say you won't be the last.

CREAKS

TAPPING, ACCELERATING

TAPPING IS REPEATED

The morning post for you, Miss.

Luke? Were there
any visitors last evening?

Visitors? No, Miss.

You have a letter, Miss.

It is in the master's hand.

'This, I recognise, is from Miles'
headmaster. He is an awful bore.'

'I have no intention of reading it.'

'Please deal with it for me.
I don't want to know.'

Dear Miles.

Expelled?

Yes.

Miles expelled?

Dismissed the school.

He may not return after the
holidays? They absolutely decline.

But why?

I can't read, Miss.
Sorry.

What does the headmaster say?
He gives no particulars.

Simply expresses his regret
that it is impossible to keep him.

(SIGHS)

Which can mean only one thing.

He is an injury to the others.

Master Miles, an injury?

But if he has done something bad...
Oh, he's not bad.

He is scarce ten year old.

DOOR CREAKS

Excuse me, Miss. I've finished.

You might just as well
say that she is bad.

Bless her.

Run along now.
Miss'll mark your work later.

You meet him first. And then decide.

So you have
never known him to be bad?

I didn't say that, Miss.

He's a boy, after all.

Then you have known.
Yes, Miss, I have.

And I thank God for it, too.

A boy with no spirit's
no boy for me.

You like them
with the spirit to be naughty.

Well, so do I.

But not to the point
where they contaminate.

Hey, what's that?

Where they corrupt.

I can't follow you, Miss.

Children are children, that's all.

Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh!

Good evening.
Evening, Miss.

Were any persons here
from the village yesterday?

At about this time.

Any... tradesmen, say?

Young men?
None whatever, Miss.

Are you positive?

No-one comes here from the village.

CROWS CAWING

DISTANT POST HORN

It's Miles!

(WHISPERS)

(She's very nice.)

Hello, Miles.

Delighted to make your acquaintance,
Miss.

Mrs Grose!

You had a good journey?
First class, thanks.

I hope you're settling in all right.

I think you'll find
Bly's a jolly nice place.

I'm sure I shall.

Care for some jam, Mrs Grose?

Battle of Waterloo.
1815.

Battle of Trafalgar?

1805.

Who won that great sea battle?

Flora?

We did, Miss.

Admiral Nelson, Miss.

'The charge is grotesque.'

It doesn't live an instant.
Look at him.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

What will you say to his uncle?

Nothing.

I am pledged not to trouble him.
Not on any account.

What will you say to his school?

Nothing.

And to the boy himself?
No. Nothing.

Well, we have the entire summer.

Unless he has something to hide,
he will be frank with us.

I'll stand by you, Miss.

Thank you. We shall see it out.

We will.

All aboard, Miss.

No, I couldn't.

Oh, go on, Miss. Where's the harm?

Where do you come from, Miss?

A tiny village in Hampshire,
Miles.

My father is the parson there.

Have you brothers and sisters?

Two brothers, four sisters.

I'm the youngest.

Good Lord! There are loads of you.
Yes. That's why I have to work.

This isn't work, though, really,
is it?

No, really. It isn't.

That's where the heron lives.

I wonder where he's gone.

Time to blow your light out.
Good night, Miss.

Did you say your prayers?
Absolutely. Yes.

Good night, then.

Miss?

I had the most marvellous day.
Thanks so much.

BELL TOLLS

Did my predecessor
see anything amiss in the boy?

She never said.

Was she...

Was she... particular?

About some things, yes.

But not all?

She's dead, Miss. I...
I won't speak ill of 'er.

Quite right, Mrs Grose.

Did she die here at Bly?

No. She went off.

Went off to die? What do you mean?

She was taken ill and went home?

She was not taken ill, no.

She went for a holiday,
to which she had a right.

The next thing I know,
Master says she's dead.

But of what?

He didn't say.

Be late for service, Miss.

# COURTLY DANCE
WITH IMPROVISED DESCANT

Miles is very gifted, isn't he?

Yes.

The curious thing is,
he has never in all these weeks

spoken of his school.

He hasn't mentioned a friend
or a master or anything.

WHISPERING

(WHISPERS AND GIGGLES)

Flora?

What is this secret
we may not openly discuss?

Understand,
I do not approve of secrets.

It's for you, Miss.

We asked Cook to bake it for you.
We thought you deserved a treat.

THUNDER

Has it eased at all?
No, Miss.

I don't like to miss church.

We shall go to evening service.

If the rain permits.

BELL TOLLS

BIRD SONG

Let us risk it.

I have left my gloves. Walk on.

I shall catch you up.

You go with Cook.
I'll wait for Miss.

TAPPING, ACCELERATING

What in heaven has happened?

You're white as a sheet.

There was a man... standing here.

Looking in.

An extraordinary man.

What extraordinary man?
I haven't the least idea.

He was awful.

Thank God the children didn't see.

Normally, they'd be sat there.

At this hour?
It's tea time.

Of course.

The rain.

Have you seen this fellow before?

Yes.

Once.

Weeks ago.

The tower.

What was he doing up the tower?

Looking down at me.

Was he a gentleman?
No.

No.

Someone from the village?
No, I checked.

Why didn't you mention it?

I'd no wish to scare you.

Why? What is he?

He's a horror.

A horror?
God help me, if I know what he is.

You saw him?

In the window and you ran out?
I came to meet him.

I couldn't have done that.
Well, nor I. But I have my duty.

To the children.
Yes.

What is he like?

Like nobody.

Nobody?

He has no hat.

He has red hair.

Very red. Close curling.

And a pale face.

And rather queer whiskers.

As red as his hair.

His eyes are sharp and strange.

He gave me a sense
of being a music hall man.

I have never seen one but...

he was much as I suppose them to be.

Tall, active,

erect, but not a gentleman.

Not ever a gentleman.

But handsome?

Remarkably.

And dressed in very fine clothes
that don't quite seem to be his own.

They're the master's.

You know him?

It's Quint.

Quint?

Peter Quint, the master's valet.

Go on.

He never wore his hat.
But he did wear...

Waistcoats were missed
when they were both here last year.

The master went
and left Quint with us.

What became of him?

Well, when did he leave?

He didn't leave.

He died.

Died?

He's dead.

He was found one morning,
icy, it was,

on the road from the village.

He'd taken a wound to the head.

They think he was returning
from the public house

and,
being in liquor, slipped and fell.

So they think,
but with the life Peter Quint led,

you never know, do you?

But I saw him.
Yes, Miss.

But you do believe me.

Yes, Miss.

I think he was looking for someone.

He was looking for Miles.

Miles would customarily
have been there.

He wants the child.

No! He shan't have him again.

Again?

They were together before?

They were always together.

Don't blame Miles.
Quint spoiled him.

Quint was much too free.

Too free?

With my boy?

With everyone.

The master left Quint in charge.

A serving man?

In charge of my innocent babies?

And you say this fellow was bad?

I knew it, but the master did not.

He was vile.

I see what I must do.

I must protect
our little creatures from this...

this thing.

I must interpose myself
between he and them...

with all the courage of my faith.

For I am certain
he will come to us again.

The Sea of Azov...

is situated at
the northern end of the Black Sea.

Its principal port is Taganrog.

Have you found it, Flora?

May we play outside after tea?
I should so like to,

now that summer's nearly gone.

Miles, does that suit you?

I should prefer to read my novel,
Miss.

It's terrifically exciting.

It's all set in darkest Africa
where there's a plot to -

I do not wish to stop your reading.

Well...

My duties today are light.
I shall sit with Miles.

And you can be...

the Empress of all the Russias.

And what does the Empress do?

The Empress
of all the Russias does...

whatever she likes.

May she sit? May she sew?

Of course.
So long as she reviews the navy...

when it sails from Taganrog.

She's the finest warship
on the Sea of Azov.

Set the sails.
The Empress is aboard.

Hey, you scurvy dog!
What's the matter with you?

# What shall we do
with the drunken sailor

# What shall we do
with the drunken sailor

# What shall we do
with the drunken sailor

# Early in the... #

Look lively.
You'll be made to walk the plank

if you don't wind that capstan.

Mrs Grose! Do not dare move!

What in the world is it?

Flora can see.
See what?

You know what.

She told you?
No. That's the worst of it.

She keeps it a secret.

He appeared again?
No. A woman in black.

Pale and dreadful.

A figure of unmistakable evil.

She fixed the child
with her awful eyes,

with a kind of furious intention.

To do what?

To corrupt her.

Do you know this woman?

No.

But you do.

And so does the child.

Oh!

It was my predecessor.
Miss Jessel? No.

Do you doubt me?
No.

Ask Flora. She'll confirm it.

Oh, no, don't. She'll only lie.

My dear. My dear!

She is an innocent girl.

We must keep our heads.

There, there, there.

What a lot of commotion.

Let's all get back to normal,
shall we?

Catch, Miss! Catch!

I say! Well done. First rate.

You're in to bat.

(WHISPERS)

May I ask
what you are talking about?

Tactics.

Howzat?
Oh, rotten luck.

Fine effort for a novice.

You're jolly game, Miss.

We do have such sport with you.

Second word.

Twisting?

Spinning top.

Er, dizzy? Swivel?

Woooooo!

Woooooo!

Woooooooooooo!

Wooooooooooooooooo!

Woooooooooo!

Good night, Miles.
Sleep tight, my dear.

Good night, Miss.

Good night, Miss.

You may have first bat tomorrow,
if you like.

RETREATING FOOTSTEPS

I must say, I think they love you
very much. They're so sweet to you.

Too sweet, perhaps.

In these two months
I have lived with Miles,

he has never once been bad.

He has been
a little prodigy of goodness.

Yet, when that awful letter arrived,
you said you knew him to be naughty.

Tell me now what you meant.

It was...
during the time with Peter Quint.

They were perpetually together.
It weren't fit.

I had a word with Miss Jessel.
She told me to mind my business.

So I had a word with Miles.

And what did he say?

I don't think I can repeat it.

He... denied this and that. He...

He used words...

He lied?

About going with Quint?

Miss Jessel didn't mind.
She didn't forbid it.

I think it suited her.
She had the girl, he had the boy.

And they...

they met?

Well, I don't know. I don't know.

You do know. Only, you haven't
my dreadful boldness of mind.

No, that I haven't.

Miss Jessel left
because she was with child?

THUNDER

And Miles concealed their liaison?

He was so small.
Some things are natural.

Not lying.
I will not have lying natural.

PATTER OF FALLING RAIN

No wonder you took so queer
to that letter.

Well, if he's as wicked as they say,

how is he such a cherub now?

And Flora, too?

I am wondering if
it is all part of their deception.

Perhaps they communicate
with each other. Perhaps every day.

And divert our attention
with their games and nonsense.

No. They're just playful.

Playful?

And if they grow up to lead lives
of wickedness and debauchery?

Will you still call them playful?

If their souls are damned?

DOORS CLOSING

CREAK

CLOCK TICKING

FLOORBOARD CREAKS

ACCELERATING TAPPING

TAPPING IS REPEATED

(INCREDULOUS) He came up the stairs?
Large as life.

Are you sure?

Do you accuse me of making it up?

I described to you in detail
two persons whom I had never seen.

You must trust me, Mrs Grose.

I do, I do!

Where have you been?

Were you looking for me?

Yes.

You thought I would be
walking in the grounds?

Well, I thought someone was.

And did you see anyone?

Of course not.

Are you hurt, dear?
No.

I'll just dry it.

You are in your nightgown.

So are you, Miss.

I think the time has come
to tell me.

Tell you what, Miss?

The truth, Miles.

I'm perfectly willing
to tell you that...

only, I'm not sure
if you'll understand.

Try.

Why were you out there?

Well, so that you'd think exactly
what you're thinking at this minute.

Which is?

That I'm bad.

And are you?

Oh, yes. When I want to be.

I left the house at midnight.

I haven't slept at all.

It was all planned.
Flora was to wake you.

So she opened your window,
and you took the bait.

I see.

When I'm bad, Miss,
I really am extremely bad.

Why, Miles? Why?

Because you ought to know, my dear,
what I'm capable of.

Just think what I could do
if I wanted.

'Just think what I could do
if I wanted.'

But all the time, they are
secretly talking of horrors,

of the dead restored to them.

They have not been good.

They have been absent.

They do not answer to us.
They answer to them.

William Shakespeare was born in 1564
in Stratford-upon-Avon.

Which of you can tell me
something of his work?

With what are you familiar, Miles?

'Hamlet', Miss.
I chanced upon it in the library.

'Angels and ministers of grace
defend us!'

'Be thou a spirit of health
or goblin damn'd,

'Bring with thee airs from heaven
or blasts from hell,

'Be thy intents wicked
or charitable,

'Thou com'st
in such a questionable shape

that I will speak to thee.'

Oh, Miles, that's scary!

You are having sport with me.

No, Miss.

I thought it was jolly good, Miss.

I will not be teased.

Do you imagine I am easy prey?

I don't know what you mean, Miss.

You don't know what I mean?

No, Miss.

I've read 'Macbeth' too, Miss.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Am I... disturbing you, Miss?

Not at all.

Only... I've been thinking.

You must write to their uncle...
in London.

That'd be for the best.

Should I inform him
his house is poisoned,

and his niece and nephew mad?

What if they are, Miss?

And if I am, too, I suppose.

What charming news from a person
in whom he placed his trust,

and plainly asked
that she cause him no worry.

But he might help.

Help? He will not help,
you silly woman.

He will lock me up as a lunatic and
leave the field free for the devil.

No. What we need is proof.

How are we to get that?

I wish I knew.

My eyes have been closed.
I no longer see.

But they do. And they see more...
terrible things.

Unguessable,
from dreadful passages in the past.

Oh, how I long to speak the names,
'Where is Peter Quint?'

'Where is Miss Jessel?'

'What infernal lessons
do they give you here?'

Oh, you can't.
It would break their hearts.

And what if you were...
if you were...

Wrong?

Yes!

Then we shall work by stealth.

Await our opportunity.

Miss?

May we write to our uncle?

We would so like to see him.

Your uncle has asked
not to be disturbed.

He is engaged on important work.

Oh, we wouldn't be any bother.

Very well.

You may write.

Leave your letters in the hall
for Luke to post.

If you have had sufficient,
you may leave.

BOTH: Thank you, Miss.

He's never once wrote to them.

That is part of the flattery
of his trust of myself.

BELL TOLLS

I say, my dear...

Yes, Miles?

When in the world
am I going back to school?

I'm not sure it's good for a chap
to be constantly with a lady.

You're always with the same lady.
Of course.

She's a jolly perfect lady,
that goes without saying.

But I'm getting on, don't you know?

And you can't say
I've not been awfully good.

Can you?

No, Miles. I can't say that.

Except just that one night,
when I went out.

Oh, yes.
But I forgot what you did it for.

Why, just to show you that I could.

And I can again.

I do know that. But you won't.

So when am I going back to school?

Aren't you happy here?

Don't I teach you well enough?

Oh, it isn't that.

Then what?
I want to see more life.

I want my own sort.

There aren't many of your own sort.
Except maybe Flora.

You compare me to a girl?
Don't you love sweet little Flora?

Of course I do.

And you as well.
And it's a good thing, too.

For if I didn't...

Yes?

Does my uncle think what you think?

How do you know what I think?

Well, I don't. For it strikes me
that you never tell me.

But, I mean, does he know?

Know what?
The way I'm going on.

I don't think your uncle much cares.

Don't you think he can be made to?

How?

By coming down. Coming here.

But who will get him to?

I will. I'll go to London.

I forbid you.
Well, I shall!

Miles, you must not!

Well, I intend to. Then we'll see.

WOMAN SOBBING

You terrible...

miserable woman.

Miss?

(Miss?)

What happened to you?

I came home...

for a talk with Miss Jessel.

Do you mean she spoke?

It came to that.
What did she say?

That she -

the suicide...

I think I may presume -

suffers the torments of the damned.

And to share them with her,

she wants Flora.

But it no longer matters.

Doesn't it?

No.

I have decided to summon the master.
Oh, Miss, in pity, do!

Miles thinks I am afraid to do so.

But he shall see he is mistaken.

I am wise to his strategies.

His uncle shall see this.

From the school?

The master shall have it from me

that I cannot educate a child who
has been expelled.

But for heaven knows what.

For wickedness!

What else can it be?

Is he stupid?

Untidy? Infirm?

No. He is wicked!

I shall take the initiative.

He shall stand to account. And that
will open up the whole thing.

Oh, Miss!

MILES: I say, you there! Come in.

How did you know I was there?

Do you fancy you made no noise?

You're like a troop of cavalry.

You are not asleep.

No. I lie awake and think.

What is it you think of?

Why, you, of course, my dear.
I'd frankly rather you slept.

But then...

there's that other business.

What other business?

The way you bring me up.

Keep me from school,
and all the rest.

All the rest?
Oh, you know.

You shall certainly
go back to school.

Only not to the old place.

We shall find a better one.

How was I to know how this
troubled you? You never spoke of it.

Never mentioned a word
about your schooldays.

Haven't I?

No.

I am in the dark.

I thought you were happy
with things as they are.

I'm not.

I want to get away.

I want to be with some chaps.

I think my uncle should come down
and completely settle things.

He will take you away from Bly.

That's exactly what I want!

You'll have to tell him...
how you've let it all drop.

My schooling, and so forth.

You'll have to tell him a lot.
And what will you have to tell him?

Dear little Miles...

Dear little Miles...

I'm not little.

What happened before?

Before what?

Before I came?

Dear little Miles...

(SOBBING) I only want to help you.

I would rather die
than hurt a hair of you.

I only want you to help me save you.

HOWLING WIND

(The candle's gone out!)

The wind did that, silly.

How many ounces are there
in a pound?

- (WHISPERS) 16.
- 16, Miss.

How many pounds in a hundredweight?
112.

How many pounds in a ton?
2,240, Miss.

Excellent, Miles.

You are on good form today.

I believe it is time for luncheon.

Miss? May I play for you
after luncheon?

I've been practising something new.

# SLOW ROMANTIC PIECE

FASTER, MORE TROUBLED MUSIC

Miles?

Where's Flora?

# FAST, MARTIAL CHORDS

Miss? You've written the letter?

Yes. Have you seen Flora?

I thought she was with you.

I'll look upstairs,
you look downstairs.

Has Flora been this way?

She's gone out.
Where to?

To that woman.
She's with her?!

What about Miles?
He'll be with Quint.

Go to Miles, if you prefer.

You think she's by the water?
Yes.

The boat!

She has gone over.
All by herself?

She's not by herself!

There she is! Oh, my precious!

Where have you been?

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Where's Miles?
I'll tell you, if you'll tell me.

Tell you what?
Where is Miss Jessel?

No, Miss, no! Not to a child!

She's there.

She's there!

She's there, you unhappy
little thing! She's there!

Where on earth do you see anyone?

Look, woman.
Directly in front of you.

She is as real as you or I.

There's no-one there. And poor
Miss Jessel is dead and buried.

It's all a mistake. Now,
let's go home as fast as we can.

Flora!

I see nobody!

I never have!

I think you're cruel!

Take me away from her.

From me?

Oh, now I understand.

She is speaking through you.

Take her away, Mrs Grose!

Take her away!

Go on, go! (SOBS)

I have tried my best.

But I have lost you. (SOBS)

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

(FLORA SOBBING AND GROANING)

Miss? Miss. Wake up, Miss.

Flora's ill.

No, Miss. She don't want you.

She had a most feverish night.

She asked me every three minutes
if I think you're coming.

I see.

I see perfectly.

I have challenged her.

I have cast doubt on her.

Oh, I did put my foot in it,
didn't I?

She will never speak to me again.
No, Miss. She do say she won't.

That is the root of her illness,
Mrs Grose.

Take a seat, please.

Flora will be fine.

You accept her word
she saw no-one by the lake?

What else can I do?
Nothing.

You are faced with
such clever creatures.

The demons had such fine material.

They made them even smarter.

Now she will attempt
to discredit me with her uncle.

I know what you must do,
you must leave at once,

and take Flora with you.

To London?
Anywhere! Just away.

I will... because I can't stay.

Not no longer.
Why?

Have you seen something?

I've heard something.

From the child.

The most... shocking, appalling
language you could ever imagine.

Oh, I can imagine.

About me?

Oh, thank God!

It proves my point, I think.

I must get the little ones away.

Far from Bly.

Far from them.

So you do believe.

Yes, I do.

My letter raising the alarm
will have reached town ahead of you.

No. It never went.

I asked Luke,
and he said he never saw it.

Master Miles -
You mean, he stole it?

I reckon he did.

So as his uncle shouldn't hear
how naughty he's been.

And I reckon that's
what he done at school. He stole.

Take Flora with you.

Leave the boy with me.

Go.

(Tell Uncle she's gone mad.)

(WHISPERS)

Be good, now.

Walk on.

Miles is late for his lesson.

He said he was
going for a stroll, Miss.

He did, did he?

Where's young Flora, Miss?

She's indisposed.

Mrs Grose has taken her to London.

But I remain.

And I run a tight ship.

Yes, Miss.
Yes, Miss.

Master Miles and I will dine
in the grown-up dining room.

Never before did I comprehend
the true nature of evil.

But victory requires only another
turn of the screw of human virtue.

Success depends upon my rigid will.

With your aid, Lord,

I'll wring it out of him.

I'll bring him to you.

He'll confess.

And if he confesses...

he is saved.

# FAINT PIANO

CLOCK TICKING

Come and take your mutton, Miles.

I say, my dear...

is Flora really very ill?

She will presently be better.

Are you sure she was fit for travel?
Certainly.

She will see
a good doctor in London.

And a journey away from Bly
is just what she needed.

Away from the source
of her affliction.

I see.

I see.

That will be all.

Well, now we're alone.

Not absolutely alone.

We shouldn't like that.

I suppose not.

Of course, we have the others.

We do indeed have the others.

But they don't much count, do they?

Don't they?

Don't they count?

Did you have a nice stroll?
Yes, thanks.

(SIGHS) I went for miles about.

I've never been so free.

Do you like that?
Do you?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I ought not to mock, ought I?

You are the one
who is really alone.

I greatly enjoy your company, Miles.

Why else would I have stayed on?

I'd like to think I am your friend.

But there is something
you wish to tell me.

There is something
preying on your mind.

I know what it is.

But I want you to tell me.

I'll tell you everything.

I'll tell you anything you like...
but not now.

You want to go out again?
Awfully.

Why?
I have to see Luke.

You may go to Luke...

if you will satisfy
one small curiosity.

Tell me if... yesterday afternoon...

from the table in the hall,

you took my letter.

(URGENTLY) All right. I took it
to see what you said about me.

You opened it?

And what did you find?
Nothing.

No. Nothing. Nothing!

A plea to see your uncle. Nothing.

Nothing.

Did you steal
other things at school?

Did I what? Steal?

Was it for that you were expelled?
You know I was expelled?

I know everything! Did you?
No, I didn't steal.

Then what did you do?

I said things. Bad things.
Bad enough to have me sent down.

Who did you say them to?
Just my friends.

So you are an innocent, Miles.
Are you?

(TEARFULLY) I don't know, Miss.

No more! No more.

Is she here?
Who?

Flora says you see Miss Jessel!

No. It is not Miss Jessel.
But it is here.

Right before us!

Who is he? Say it!

Peter Quint.

You devil! Where?

Where? Where?

What does it matter now?

(SOBBING) I have you.
He has lost you for ever.

I have you now.

(SOBBING) You have lost him.

I have him.

SNAP

(BREATHES MORE CALMLY)

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