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PETER QUINT!

PETER QUINT!

PETER QUINT! PETER QUINT!

QUINT, WHERE ARE YOU?

[WHISTLING]

PETER QUINT!

PETER QUINT!

QUINT, WHERE ARE YOU?

[WHISTLES SHARPLY]

HO!

THERE HE IS!

[LAUGHING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

COME.

I WAS CALLED?

MRS. GROSE.

MASTER.

BEFORE I LEAVE, THERE ARE MATTERS WE MUST DISCUSS.

NOW, UM, YOU MAY SIT DOWN.

WHERE'S QUINT GONE?

I NEVER SAW HIM.

YOU SEE? HE HIDES!

YES.

[FROG CROAKS]

GOTCHA!

Boy: PETER QUINT!

AS SOON AS HE HIDES FROM US,

I DON'T LAUGH ANYMORE.

BECAUSE IT'S BETTER WITH HIM.

YES!

AND THAT IS WHY I'M GOING AWAY. BUT--

THE CHILDREN ARE NOT MY RESPONSIBILITY.

IT WAS NOT MY WISH THAT MY COUSINS SHOULD DIE

IN SUCH CIRCUMSTANCE AS THEY DID,

NOR WAS IT MY WISH THAT I SHOULD BECOME THE CHILDREN'S GUARDIAN

IN THE EVENT OF THEIR PARENTS' DEATH.

PARDON ME...

BUT YOU ARE THE CLOSEST KIN

TO FLORA AND MILES.

THAT IS WHY WE LEAVE THEM HERE.

IT BELONGED TO THE CHILDREN'S FATHER,

BUT I CANNOT STAY.

AND, MASTER, MYSELF?

YOU ARE THE HOUSEKEEPER.

YOU MUST KEEP ABOUT YOUR DUTIES AS SAME.

AND THE LATE GENTLEMAN'S VALET--MR., UH, QUINT?

HE HAS BEEN HERE A LONG TIME,

BUT, UH, THERE IS NO VALETING.

PERHAPS FOR THE BOY LATER ON,

BUT, UH, IF HE SO PLEASES TO STAY ON,

CAN HE NOT DO FOR THE GARDENS?

I AM SURE.

AND THEN THERE IS THE NANNY.

MISS JESSEL.

I DO NOT THINK I HAVE SEEN HER SINCE YESTERDAY.

WHERE IS MISS JESSEL?

Miles: COME ON, FLORA.

WE'VE SEEN YOU!

WE'VE SEEN YOU!

COME ON. WE'VE SEEN YOU.

WELL, I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER COME.

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

YOU ARE BREATHING TOO HEAVILY TO BE ASLEEP.

OH. YOU KNOW, I DON'T FEEL SO GOOD.

WE SAW YOU RUNNING OUT OF THE TOWER.

[COUGHING]

LOOK WHAT I COUGHED UP.

WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?

I COUGHED IT UP.

[RIBBIT]

FROM LONDON, I WILL MAKE

THE NECESSARY FINANCIAL ARRANGEMENTS

FOR THE UPKEEP OF THE PLACE,

ALL THE SALARIES,

BUT, UH, FOR MYSELF, I SHALL STAY AWAY.

I KNOW IT IS UNLIKELY,

BUT IF THERE IS AN URGENCY

OR ONE OF THE CHILDREN BECOME LOW--

MISS JESSEL IS THE NANNY.

SHE WILL WRITE TO ME IMMEDIATELY.

SHE MUST BE TOLD.

I WILL DO THAT.

WHERE ARE YOU TAKING US?

JUST BE PATIENT. YOU'LL SEE.

YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT.

AHH.

[RIBBIT]

Master: MISS JESSEL.

YES, SIR.

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

JUST WALKING.

COME ON NOW.

BE A GOOD BOY.

OPEN UP.

HMM.

HA.

SEE?

HA HA HA!

BUT I'M HAVING TO LEAVE NO--

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

LITTLE MONKEYS.

YOU SEE, HE LIKES IT. GOD KNOWS WHY.

MUST BE THE HOT AIR.

HOW DO YOU KNOW ALL THESE THINGS?

QUINT, WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO IT?

WAIT AND SEE.

IT'S BLOWING UP. IT'S GETTING FATTER!

YOU SEE, THE MORE HE SMOKES,

THE BIGGER HE GETS. OH.

AND BECAUSE HE CAN'T STOP LIKING IT,

HE KEEPS ON DOING IT.

EH, I THINK HE'S HAPPY ABOUT IT.

AND, UH, YOU WILL HAVE NO DIFFICULTY

WITH, UH, FLORA AND MILES?

THEY'RE GEMS.

AND THEIR SCHOOLING?

I WILL ADMINISTER.

UNTIL THEY GO TO A PROPER SCHOOL.

THAT IS TO BE YOUR DECISION, SIR.

WHAT DO YOU SAY, MISS JESSEL?

SHOULD WE TELL THEM THAT THEIR PARENTS ARE DECEASED?

[POP] AAH!

I WANT TO SEE QUINT BEFORE I GO.

AND THE CHILDREN? NO, NO, NO, NO.

I WILL NOT DISTURB THEM. THEY HARDLY KNOW ME.

WELL, I WILL SEND QUINT TO THE LODGE

SINCE YOU'RE IN SUCH A HURRY.

YES, YES.

[FLORA CRYING]

DON'T BE AFEARED.

I'M NOT. YOU'RE CRYING.

POOR TOAD.

IT LIKES IT. QUINT SAYS SO.

HE'S ALWAYS RIGHT.

YES!

QUINT! QUINT.

MRS. GROSE SAID TO SEE THE MASTER AT THE LODGE.

OH. DID SHE NOW?

YES.

IMMEDIATELY.

OH. WELL, WHEN IS THAT?

THIS MINUTE. HE LEAVES NOW.

DO YOU MEAN I-- I'M GONNA GET THE PUSH?

POSSIBLY.

HMM. THAT I CAN'T BE THE GROOM NO MORE.

NOT IF YOU DON'T RUN.

AND I CAN'T BE THE GARDENER, NEITHER?

YOU'LL HAVE NOWHERE TO GO, NO MONEY.

YOU'LL STARVE BY THE ROADWAY.

AND YOU WON'T EVER BE ABLE TO SEE ME AGAIN,

WILL YOU, MARGARET?

DO NOT CALL ME SO.

AH. I FORGOT.

ONLY AFTER DARK.

QUINT, GO, ELSE YOU'LL MISS HIM.

HEH HEH HEH.

AND YOURSELF, DO YOU STAY?

I'M WITH THE CHILDREN.

HMM. WELL, COME ALONG WITH ME.

NO. I'D RATHER NOT BE SEEN WITH YOU.

HUH. WELL, SUIT YOURSELF.

[HUMMING]

YOU SEE, THE TOAD LIKES IT.

IT'S DEAD!

QUINT SAYS THAT, FLORA.

IT LOVES SMOKE SO MUCH

THAT IT HAS TO HAVE IT ALL.

HORRIBLE! NOT REALLY.

IT LOVES THE SMOKE SO MUCH

THAT IT KILLS ITSELF FOR THAT.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

BUT THAT'S THE TRUTH.

GOOD-BYE, MRS. GROSE.

GOOD-BYE, SIR.

Driver: HYAH!

[HORSE SNORTS]

QUINT!

GOOD DAY, SIR.

EXCUSE ME, SIR. AM I TO BE SET OFF?

YOU STAY, QUINT.

OH, THANK YOU, SIR.

THERE'S NOTHING FOR YOU TO DO,

SO YOU MUST DO AS YOU CAN.

WORK THE GARDENS IF YOU LIKE.

YES.

YES, SIR.

OH, YES, SIR. THANK YOU, SIR.

JUST LEAVE IT TO ME, SIR.

NOW THERE MUST BE MUCH TO DO,

WATCH OVER THE CHILDREN

AND THE, UH, HOUSEKEEPER

AND THE NANNY.

THAT IS EMPLOYMENT ENOUGH, IS IT NOT?

AH, YES, INDEED, SIR.

SEE TO IT THEN.

WELL, THANK YOU, SIR.

I--I'M INDEBTED TO YOU, SIR.

DRIVE ON.

GOOD-BYE, SIR.

AND STRAIGHT UP YOUR ASS, SIR.

[STAIRS CREAK]

LET IT GO.

THEN I'LL LOSE IT.

IF YOU LET IT RUN, IT WILL SLEEP

IN A CORNER.

NO.

IT CANNOT MOVE NOW. IT'S UPSIDE DOWN.

IT WILL DIE LIKE THAT.

NO. IT'S SAFE. IN THE MORNING, I'LL BRING IT BACK.

IT WILL HURT IT.

BUT IT WON'T DIE.

WHO SAYS?

QUINT.

[CLANGING]

THAT IS ALL RIGHT, MRS. GROSE.

WE CAN HEAR YOU. OH.

IN FACT, WE'RE ALREADY HERE.

OH, HO! IF YOU EAT IT NOW, IT WILL BE HOT.

Miles: YES, MRS. GROSE.

NOW, POUR THE MILK ON IT, FLORA. YES.

AND PORRIDGE SHOULD ALWAYS BE COVERED WITH BROWN SUGAR.

Both: NO.

OH, YES. INDEED IT SHOULD.

NOW, STO--NOW, EXPLAIN YOURSELVES.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?

WE TAKE SALT, MA'AM.

ONLY SALT.

RIDICULOUS. NOW, YOU DO AS I SAY.

NOW, STOP. STOP!

SALT IF YOU PLEASE, MRS. GROSE,

AND FOR FLORA.

BUT WHY?

SUGAR TASTES DIRTY.

SALT IS CLEAN.

AND WHO TOLD YOU THAT?

AND OTHER CHILDREN?

WELL, WHAT ABOUT THEM?

DO THEY PLAY WITH THEIR FAMILIES?

AH. LET'S HAVE THE BRUSH.

AND WITH CHILDREN THEY KNOW?

WELL, MAYBE.

AND THEY GO OUT TO PARTIES IN OTHER HOUSES

AND IN TURN INVITE THEM BACK HERE TO PLAY?

IT'S SO.

AND AT CHRISTMAS, PRESENTS ARE EXCHANGED,

AND THERE ARE PLENTY OF PRESENTS

BECAUSE THERE ARE PLENTY OF FRIENDS.

OH. IS THAT IT?

UNLIKE FLORA AND I, QUINT.

WELL, YOUR MOM AND DAD WERE DIFFERENT.

YES.

I GUESS THEY DIDN'T WANT TO WASTE THEIR TIME

PLAYING WITH THE CHILDREN OF THE HOUSE.

ANYWAY, WHO TAUGHT YOU TO RIDE A HORSE?

IT WAS ME.

AND WHO SHOWED YOU HOW TO CATCH A LITTLE BIRD

IN THE PALM OF YOUR HAND WITH JUST A FEW BREAD CRUMBS?

PETER QUINT.

COME ON.

AND WHAT ABOUT SEEING IN THE DARK

AND LOOKING THROUGH THE TREES

AND QUICK AS AN OWL SPOT A MOUSE?

YOU.

THAT'S RIGHT.

AND SO EVEN IF THEY DID LOVE YOU IN THEIR QUEER FASHION--

"DID"?

YES, FLORA. IT'S TOO LATE NOW.

HE'S GOING TO TELL YOU THAT THEY ARE DEAD,

AND NOBODY ELSE IN THE HOUSE WANTS US TO KNOW.

YOU SEE, YOUR MOM, WELL, SHE NEVER LIKED IT HERE AT BLY,

AND YOUR FATHER WAS ALWAYS CHASING AFTER MECHANICAL INSTRUMENTS.

YOU KNOW, HE LIKED ENGINES AND NOISE.

WELL, ANYWAY, THEY WAS-- THEY WAS TRAVELING AROUND THE WORLD,

AND THEY WENT TO INDIA, AND--AND ALL THE WAY TO THE TIP OF AFRICA,

AND, UH...

WELL, THEY HA--THEY HAD AN ACCIDENT,

YOU KNOW, ALL OF A SUDDEN.

THEY WERE DRIVING A GAS AUTOMOBILE MADE IN FRANCE.

WELL--WELL, THEY'RE DEAD, FLORA,

BUT, YOU SEE, THAT'S WHY THEY MUST COME BACK TO US

AND STAY WITH US FOREVER.

Miss Jessel: NOW "BEHAVIOUR."

Miles: B-E-H-A...

V-I-O-U-R.

A VERY GOOD START. IT MEANS--

HOW TO DEPORT.

THAT IS ONLY ONE INTERPRETATION, FLORA.

MILES, WHEN A LADY WALKS INTO A ROOM...

I WILL STAND UP.

AND...

WAIT UNTIL SHE SITS DOWN.

FLORA...

GOOD MORNING, MA'AM. I'M SIR CHARLES WARREN.

SIT DOWN, MILES.

WOULD YOU BE SO KIND AS TO COME INSIDE, SIR?

THANK YOU, UH, MISS?

MILES, SIT DOWN.

FLORA TYRRELL.

I'M DELIGHTED TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE.

GOOD.

WE NEVER MAKE MISTAKES AT CURTSYING, MISS JESSEL.

COULD WE NOT TRY SOMETHING MORE DIFFICULT?

THEN SUGGEST.

WELL... MOTHER AND FATHER.

WHY HAVE THEY NOT RETURNED?

THEY WILL BE AWAY FOR QUITE SOME TIME.

UNTIL WHEN?

I CANNOT TELL.

TSK. THAT ISN'T REALLY GOOD ENOUGH.

RUDENESS WILL GET YOU NOWHERE, MILES.

MANNERS MAKETH.

YES, INDEED THEY DO, MILES.

FLORA AND I DO NOT BELIEVE YOU.

I'M SORRY. I CANNOT TELL YOU ANY MORE THAN I KNOW.

NO? NO, MILES.

NOW, WOULD YOU READ THIS?

I HAVE A QUESTION, MISS JESSEL.

YES?

WHEN THE DEAD DIE...

YOU MEAN...WHEN THE DEAD ARE DEAD, TO BE EXACT.

Miles: WHERE DO THEY GO?

IF THEY ARE KIND AND GENTLE, THEY GO TO HEAVEN.

IF NOT, I'M AFRAID THEY GO AND STAY WITH THE DEVIL.

IN HELL?

THAT'S RIGHT,

WHERE IT IS VERY HOT.

ABSOLUTE PIFFLE!

[HORSE WHINNIES]

Miles: THAT IS WHY I ASKED MISS JESSEL.

I DIDN'T ASK THE GUARDIAN.

I ONLY REMEMBERED WHAT YOU HAD SAID TO ME, QUINT.

WELL, I JUST THOUGHT YOU OUGHT TO KNOW

THAT YOUR PARENTS WERE DEAD.

I DON'T THINK I CRIED, DID I?

NO, YOU DIDN'T, BUT FLORA DID A BIT.

SHE DID.

AND THAT NIGHT, SHE WET HER SHEETS.

AH, POOR THING.

YOU KNOW, I ASKED MISS JESSEL ABOUT THE DEAD,

BUT I DIDN'T BELIEVE HER, NOT AFTER WHAT YOU HAD SAID.

THAT'S RIGHT, AND IF SHE TOLD YOU THAT THE GOOD GO TO HEAVEN

AND THE BAD TO HELL, SHE'S WRONG.

IT'S ALL DAMN NONSENSE. YES.

BUT...WHERE ARE MY PARENTS NOW, QUINT?

WELL, AFTER, THEY--THEY BROUGHT THEM HOME.

THEY PUT THEM IN A COUPLE OF BOXES, AND...

AND IN A FEW DAYS, THEY'LL COME AND THEY'LL PUT THEM IN THIS HOLE.

SO MRS. GROSE OUGHT TO TELL US QUICKLY, BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE.

WELL, THERE'S--THERE'S NOTHING TO SEE.

OH? BUT I WANT TO, QUINT, AND YOU CAN ARRANGE IT.

I CAN HIDE IN THOSE BUSHES OVER THERE.

WELL, THERE'S NOTHING TO SEE.

THEY PUT THE BOXES IN THE GROUND AND THEY TAKE ALL THIS EARTH

AND THEY--THEY PUT IT OVER THE BOXES AND IT'S FINISHED.

YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOU TOLD ME ABOUT THE DEAD

AND WHERE THEY GO, QUINT?

YES. TELL ME AGAIN.

WELL, THE DEAD GO NOWHERE

BECAUSE THEY'VE GOT NOWHERE TO GO, YOU SEE.

THERE'S NO HEAVEN OR HELL OR THAT NONSENSE.

THAT'S RIGHT. THAT'S RIGHT.

AND LATER ON, WELL, WE'LL ALL JOIN THEM.

IS THAT ALL THERE IS TO IT?

THAT'S IT.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

COME ON.

[WHISTLING A TUNE]

[GASPS]

PUT YOURSELF OUT OF THOSE CLOTHES, PETER QUINT!

OH, WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE ME NAKED?

THEY ARE THE MASTER'S!

DEAD NOW. HMMPH!

NO RIGHT IS IT FOR YOU TO MAKE UP IN POSTURINGS.

OH, YOU DON'T THINK THEY FIT?

HMMPH! FIT A DUNG SHOVELER LIKE YOU? HUH!

DUNG? DUNG, IS IT?

I THOUGHT I WAS THE GROOM.

THE TOADY TO THE MAN YOU WERE,

AND THAT I DON'T REMEMBER IT.

YOU TOADIED TO THE MAN.

"YES, SIR." "NO, SIR." "THREE BAGSFUL, SIR."

OH, HE WAS A DANDY, WASN'T HE?

OH, JEALOUSY, QUINT, WEREN'T YOU?

NOW TAKE THESE OFF.

YOU HAVE NO SUCH PERMISSION.

AND IF IT WAS MY SAY,

YOU WOULDN'T BE ALLOWED IN THE STABLES, EVEN.

THANK YOU FOR THAT.

YOU'RE SCUM, QUINT.

WHY DON'T YOU GO BACK TO THE STABLES, WHERE SCUM BELONGS?

AND YOU'RE A LADY, MRS. GROSE?

AND THERE'S A LICE AS BIG AS ME FINGER

IN YOUR HAIR.

[CHUCKLING]

WOULD YOU BE ROTTING?

AND ALL YOUR LIES.

DON'T YOU COME IN HERE AGAIN,

OR I SHALL WRITE TO THE CHILDREN'S GUARDIAN.

MAGGOTS. MAGGOTS IN YOUR SKULL AND ALL...

AND YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF BACK IN THE PUBLIC HOUSE, BORROWING ALE.

AND TAKE THOSE CLOTHES OFF!

THIS HOUSE CAN BE RUN WITHOUT YOU, PETER QUINT.

YOUR WRINKLED ASS.

PSST!

YOU CANNOT COME IN!

MILES AND FLORA?

ARE YOU ABED?

Both: OH, YES.

HAVE YOU SAID YOUR PRAYERS?

YES, WE'VE SAID OUR PRAYERS.

Miss Jessel: I DON'T BELIEVE YOU.

WE'RE SAYING THEM NOW.

GOOD.

NOW SAY AFTER ME,

"PLEASE, GOD, AS THIS DAY CLOSED..."

Both: PLEASE, GOD, AS THIS DAY CLOSED...

"WE GIVE THANKS..."

Both: WE GIVE THANKS...

"WE HAVE COME FORTH TONIGHT..."

[BOTH SNICKERING]

THAT WE HAVE COME FORTH TONIGHT...

"AND IN YOUR HANDS' SAFEKEEPING..."

AND IN YOUR HANDS' SAFEKEEPING...

"WE ARE ALIVE AND WELL."

Both: WE ARE ALIVE AND WELL.

"AMEN."

[STERNLY] "AMEN."

"AMEN." [CHILDREN SNICKERING]

[DOORKNOB JIGGLING]

YOU CAN'T COME IN.

Miles: AMEN.

MRS. GROSE.

NOW I PUT A FEW PINS IN HER LIKE THIS.

Miles: IT DOES LOOK LIKE HER.

IT DOES, DOESN'T IT?

BUT WILL MRS. GROSE DIE NOW?

ONLY IF QUINT SAYS SO.

DOES SHE WANT TO DIE YET?

WELL, I CAN TELL YOU SHE'S COMING CLOSE TO IT.

THEN SHE'S GOT TO.

LET'S HAVE A PIN.

QUINT, WHY DOES MISS JESSEL LOVE YOU?

OH, DOES SHE NOW?

OH, YES, OF COURSE SHE DOES.

BUT WHY IS SHE SO FRIGHTENED OF YOU?

BECAUSE SHE LOVES HIM, YOU IDIOT.

OH.

QUINT, WHAT DO YOU DO TO MISS JESSEL WHEN YOU LOVE HER?

OH--

AND WHAT DOES SHE DO TO YOU?

OH, THAT'S EASY. HOW DO YOU KNOW?

THEY SCARE EACH OTHER TO DEATH.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

HA HA!

FLORA'S VERY FUNNY WHEN SHE PUTS HER MIND TO IT.

BUT, QUINT,

WHAT DO YOU REALLY DO WITH MISS JESSEL?

WE JUST TRICK AROUND.

THAT'S ALL.

[DOG BARKING] Flora: AREN'T THEY BEAUTIFUL?

Mrs. Grose: COME ALONG!

COME ALONG, MISS FLORA!

OH, QUICKLY! I BEG YOU!

[BELLS CHIMING]

YOU MUST LET ME GO INTO THIS SHOP. PLEASE?

[LAUGHING] GO ALONG, THEN. DON'T SPEND TOO MUCH.

IF I FIND THE VERY ONE I WANT,

WILL YOU OBLIGE ME BY BUYING IT?

WELL... WHICH IS IT?

THERE IT IS.

THE ORANGE ONE?

HERE, I'LL GET IT FOR YOU.

AND YOU KNOW ITS NAME? OH, OF COURSE!

MY, ME.

OH, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL.

NOW, THIS ONE, THIS TYPE, HAS A STORY.

IT'S CALLED THE DUSTER ADMIRAL.

YES, IT IS.

SUCH A KNOWLEDGEABLE LITTLE GIRL.

IT IS BORN AND IT WILL ONLY LIVE FOR 48 HOURS,

THEN IT HAS TO DIE.

THAT'S NOT ALL. IT'S NECESSARY TO EXPLAIN ABOUT IT.

Mrs. Grose: YOU HAVE A TONGUE LIKE A BUTTERFLY. IT NEVER STOPS.

THIS LITTLE ADMIRAL IS BORN WITHOUT ANY STOMACH.

NO, IMPOSSIBLE!

IT DOESN'T HAVE A MOUTH, EITHER.

FLORA, ALL CREATURES--

IT CAN'T EAT.

IT HAS TO FIND A FEMALE BEFORE IT DIES.

ALL IT WANTS TO DO IS TO MATE.

IT HAS TO LOVE ONCE ANOTHER BUTTERFLY,

AND AFTERWARDS, WELL, NOTHING MATTERS

BECAUSE TO LOVE, IT HAS TO DIE.

SILLY GIRL.

FULL OF NONSENSE.

QUINT TOLD YOU THAT.

HE MAY NOT HAVE.

Mrs. Grose: I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU GET SUCH SILLY IDEAS.

OH!

NO!

YOU DON'T WANT TO SHOUT, DO YOU?

AAH! DO YOU?

AAH!

DO YOU?

NO. NO.

NO.

NO.

[WHIMPERING]

THAT'S IT.

OH! YOU BRUTE!

BRUTE, IS IT?

SAY SORRY.

OH!

SAY IT.

COME ON. SAY IT.

AAH!

[GASPING] I'M SORRY.

THAT'S BETTER.

[DISTANT BELLS CHIMING]

PLEASE! STOP NOW!

SHUT UP.

AAH!

LIKE A CHICKEN ON A SPIT.

[WHIMPERING]

YOU'RE JUST A DOG IN THE STREET.

SAY IT.

SAY IT.

NO.

SAY IT.

I'M JUST...

COME ON.

Miss Jessel: JUST A DOG IN THE STREET.

SUCH SHAME.

BULLSHIT.

[SIGHS] HAD I BUT KNOWN...

[CHUCKLING] IN THE BEGINNING...

MORE BULLSHIT.

OH, YOU LOVE AS YOU FIND YOU CAN LOVE,

AND THAT'S ALL.

BUT ALL THAT PAIN?

ALL THE HURT, THE...

DIRTINESS OF IT, QUINT.

WELL, WHAT DID YOU THINK WHEN WE STARTED?

IT WAS TO BE KIND.

IT WAS TO BE GENTLE.

DO YOU BELIEVE IT'S NOT A PAIN WHEN YOU'RE BORN?

OR IT'S--IT'S NOT SO WHEN YOU DIE?

DO YOU THINK THERE'S NO HURT WHEN YOU LOVE?

THEN YOU'RE A HYPOCRITE.

YES.

MARGARET.

NOT MARGARET.

NOR EVER SO INTIMATE.

NOR THAT.

I CANNOT SO GIVE MYSELF.

WITH WHAT, THEN?

THE WANT OF YOU.

[GLASS TINKLES]

[RATTLE]

[GASP]

YOU MUST BE THIRSTY, MY DEAR.

THE STOPPER WAS OUT OF THE DECANTER.

I HAD TO REPLACE IT.

OF COURSE.

PLEASE, I...

I APOLOGIZE.

REALLY?

MY HEAD--I THOUGHT PERHAPS A STIFFENER.

AT HALF PAST 9:00 IN THE MORNING?

I WAS NOT AWARE OF THE TIME.

YOU LOOK AT ME AS IF IT IS A MISDEMEANOR OF SUCH PROPORTION.

AS YOU SURELY MUST KNOW, THE MORNING IS FOR WORK.

Mrs. Grose: WELL, TOMORROW IS THE INTERNMENT

OF THE MASTER AND HIS WIFE--

THE LATE MASTER, I MEAN.

AND THE CHILDREN SHOULD NOT ATTEND THE BURIAL?

WELL, YOU ARE THE NANNY, MISS JESSEL, NOT I.

IT IS YOUR DECISION.

BUT THEY STILL SHOULD NOT GO.

ON THE CONTRARY, IF YOU HAVE PREPARED THEM, THEN--

NO.

NO, I HAVE NOT.

WELL, WHAT THEY DO NOT KNOW THEY NEED NOT.

YES. YES.

FAR BE IT FROM ME TO SAY WHAT THEY SHOULD OR THEY SHOULD NOT DO.

YOU, OF COURSE, OBSERVE YOUR DUTIES,

AND I, OF COURSE, OBSERVE MINE.

OH!

[ECHOING] MY DEAR!

MY DEAR.

I--I FELL ASLEEP.

NO. NO, STAY.

DO FORGIVE ME.

I FELT SO DIZZY A MOMENT AGO.

I HAVE ALREADY SEEN IT.

MMM.

BUT WHY?

WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO HARM YOURSELF?

IF YOU COULD, QUINT, WOULD YOU MARRY MISS JESSEL?

HMM.

UH, I DON'T KNOW.

ARE YOU AFRAID TO MARRY HER?

NO. BUT I'D NEVER BE FOOL ENOUGH TO ASK HER.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

WELL, SHE MIGHT TURN ME DOWN.

NATURALLY, MY DEAR.

WE ALL THINK IT IS THE END OF THE WORLD

AND THERE IS NO FUTURE IN IT.

AND THERE'S NOTHING LEFT BUT A FUTILITY.

BUT WE CONQUER IT.

MRS. GROSE, PLEASE LEAVE ME.

WHEN I WAS YOUNG, I LOVED ONE MAN.

WE LIVED IN THE PENNINES.

MY FATHER SHOT GREYS FOR THE LANDOWNER.

I HAD ONE LOVE.

BUT NEVER HAVING THE COURAGE TO SHOW IT,

HE UPPED AND WENT TO RAMSGATE,

WHERE HE MET A FRENCHIE GIRL.

I CRIED FOR TWO WHOLE DAYS WITHOUT STOP.

SUCH A GOOD MAN HE WAS. THE PARSON'S ELDEST BOY.

HOW I CRIED.

YOU SUGGEST--

YOU SUGGEST THAT I'M HEARTBROKEN OR MISERABLE OR SAD.

I'M NONE OF THESE.

DO YOU MISCONSTRUE?

PETER.

HIS NAME IS QUINT.

HE MADE THIS.

I DON'T KNOW.

BUT YOU DO.

MRS. GROSE.

IT IS FINISHED.

PERHAPS THE CHILDREN ASKED HIM TO MAKE THE DOLLS.

I WILL NOT SAY TO HIM WHAT I OUGHT.

BUT I PROMISE YOU,

HE WON'T COME IN THIS HOUSE ANYMORE

IF I HAVE TO APPEAR TO THE GUARDIAN MYSELF IN PERSON.

BUT--

HE STAYS OUTSIDE THIS HOUSE!

HE STAYS DOWN BY THE LOCKED GATE,

AND HE IS FORBIDDEN THIS HOUSE!

QUINT, TELL US THE STORY ABOUT THE TIME

WHEN YOUR FATHER SOLD A HORSE TO THE GYPSIES.

ME FATHER--MMM.

UH...

WELL, WELL, THE FIRST THING I REMEMBER ABOUT HIM

WAS WHAT A FEARFUL CROOK HE WAS.

HA HA!

HE WAS ALWAYS TRAVELING AROUND, YOU KNOW,

AND WE WAS UP THERE IN A PLACE CALLED CARRICK FURLISS.

AND THAT WAS IT.

WELL, HE DECIDES TO STEAL THIS MANGY OLD NAG

AND SELL IT TO THE GYPOS YOU KNOW, AT THE PRICE.

WELL, DADDY KNEW A LOT ABOUT HORSES, YOU SEE,

BUT HE DIDN'T KNOW AS MUCH AS THE GYPOS DID, YOU KNOW.

SO, HE--HE STEALS THIS DAMN THING

AND HE TAKES ME IN THIS OLD COFFIN DRAGGER

OVER BELFAST HIGHWAY TO BROUGHILL.

THEY WAS HAVING A HORSE SALE OVER THERE.

FAIRLY, YOU KNOW.

OH, GOD.

I--I'LL NEVER FORGET THE DAY HE TRIED TO-- HE TRIED TO SELL IT.

HE'S GOT A BIG BAG OF OATS, YOU KNOW.

HE'S PINCHED IT.

THEN HE PUTS IN SOME SORT OF POWDER

AND HE MIXES THE WHOLE DAMN THING UP.

HE FEEDS IT TO THE HORSE TO GAS IT UP.

[GIGGLING]

LIKE THIS SO--SO THE BONES WON'T BE STICKING THROUGH.

THE POOR THING HAD BALD PATCHES ON IT LIKE THAT.

AND, UH, HE GLUES IT UP, YOU KNOW,

AND HE CUTS OUT SOME RABBIT FUR AND HE STICKS IT ON THERE,

AND THEN HE TARS IT UP WITH A BRUSH.

TO GIVE IT A DAPPLE EFFECT, YOU KNOW.

OH! THEN HE TAKES A HANDFUL OF--NO, NO.

IT WAS A PIECE OF GINGER ABOUT LIKE THAT, AND HOT!

HA HA HA!

[BELLS CHIMING]

HE STICKS IT IN THE REAR OF THE ANIMAL

SO IT'LL SPARK IT UP.

IT'S TIME TO GO TO CHURCH.

HA HA!

WELL, HE TURNS TO ME AND HE SAYS, "QUINT."

HE SAYS, "WE'LL GO DOWN TO THE RIVER AND WAIT FOR SUNSET."

"WELL, WHY SUNSET?" I SAYS.

HE SAYS TO ME, HE SAYS,

"THE DAMN FOOL THAT BUYS IT," HE SAYS,

"WON'T SEE IT PLAIN UNTIL TOMORROW."

AND UH, HE SPIES A BIG GYPO COMING DOWN THE BACK.

HUGE MAN HE WAS. LIKE THAT.

WELL, ME DAD TAKES THE HORSE, YOU KNOW.

AND HE WALKS OVER TO HIM.

OH, GOD, HE WAS FULL OF HIMSELF, YOU KNOW.

AND HE SAYS, "GOOD EVENING TO YOU, SIR."

HE SAYS, "YOU KNOW, YOU LOOK LIKE A MAN WHO KNOWS ABOUT HORSES."

HE SAYS, "I CAN LET YOU HAVE THIS MAGNIFICENT BEAST

FOR ONLY 5 SHILLINGS SILVER."

HE SAYS, "IT'S JUST OFF THE BOAT FROM ARABIA."

WELL, THE GYPO LOOKS AT HIM REAL QUICK, YOU KNOW, LIKE THAT.

UP AND DOWN.

THEN HE TAKES A LOOK AT THE HORSE.

HE CAN'T SEE THE DAMN THING FOR THE GLOOM, YOU SEE.

AND--

HA HA HA!

WELL, GYPO SAYS, "I'LL GIVE YOU TWO FOR IT."

WELL, ME DAD TAKES THE TWO REAL QUICK, YOU KNOW.

WELL, THE GYPO JUMPS ON THE HORSE,

THEN HE RIDES IT DOWN STRAIGHT INTO THE WATER.

AND NO SOONER HE'S IN THE WATER,

HE STARTS TURNING, YOU KNOW,

BUCKING AND KICKING IT.

AND FARTING!

[LAUGHTER]

I THOUGHT THE BRITISH WERE COMING.

[LAUGHTER]

WELL, THE RABBIT FUR FELL OFF OF IT

AND THE PAINT WAS RUNNING DOWN HIS LEGS,

AND THE BALD PATCHES WERE SHOWING THROUGH.

AND THE PIECE OF GINGER FLEW OUT OF HIS--

FLEW OUT OF THE POOR ANIMAL'S ASS LIKE IT WAS SHOT FROM A CANNON.

[LAUGHTER]

WELL, MY DAD JUST SAT ME DOWN, YOU KNOW,

AND HE'S TREMBLING

AND HE'S TURNING WHITE AS A FISH

AND PRAYING, OH, GOD.

AND THE FIRST TIME HE'S LIKE, "WHERE ARE THEY TAKING ME?"

AHH. WELL, THEY TAKE HIM AND THEY TEAR HIS CLOTHES OFF OF HIM

AND THEY THROW HIM IN THE RIVER

AND THEY DAMN NEAR DROWNED HIM.

BUT HE GETS TO THE OTHER SIDE AND HE RUNS OFF, YOU SEE?

AND THAT'S THE LAST TIME I SAW THE DAMN FOOL FROM THAT DAY TO THIS.

AND I WOULDN'T LIE TO YOU, SO HELP ME GOD.

AHH...WELL.

THAT'S ME FATHER.

HA.

NOW, YOU LIKE IT, FLORA?

MM-HMM.

WELL, HE'S GOT ONE EAR. I BROKE IT OFF.

I'LL FIX IT FOR YOU. DO YOU WANT IT?

PLEASE!

WELL, GIVE US A KISS, THEN.

COME ON.

ALL RIGHT.

HA HA HA!

COME HERE.

HERE YOU ARE, DARLING. YOU KEEP IT.

MMM!

THERE, HOW DOES THAT FEEL?

ABSOLUTELY DREADFUL.

WHY?

I CAN'T MOVE.

WELL, THAT'S THE IDEA OF IT.

IT IS?

IT IS JUST POSSIBLE

THAT WE'VE BEEN DOING IT ALL THE WRONG WAY.

MILES! IT HURTS!

I THINK IT'S MEANT TO.

OH.

I THINK WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO START ALL OVER AGAIN.

MILES!

NO USE SHOUTING, FLORA.

IT'S GOT TO BE AS ABSOLUTELY PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE.

OW!

QUINT SAYS IF IT HURTS, IT IS THE TRUTH.

I'VE MADE UP MY MIND.

WELL?

TAKE THE SHOES OFF.

CERTAINLY NOT.

TAKE THE DRESS OFF.

NEVER!

FLORA, IF YOU'RE GOING TO BEHAVE LIKE A BABY--

I AM NOT!

FLORA, YOU AGREED.

WE ARE PASSIONATELY IN LOVE AND HAVING AN ECSTATIC LOVE AFFAIR.

ECSTATIC LOVE AFFAIRS ARE BORING.

[BELLS CHIMING]

DO YOU THINK IT'S TEATIME?

OOH!

I DON'T KNOW WHY MAY CALL THIS FAST.

WE HAD A BATH TOGETHER LAST WEEK.

STOP IT!

OH!

FLORA, STOP!

THIS IS NOT HOW SEX IS MADE!

AAH! AAH!

FLORA, YOU'LL BE SORRY!

AAH!

PLEASE, MILES, STOP IT!

I TOLD YOU YOU'D BE SORRY.

MILES!

PLEASE, STOP IT!

OH, LEAVE ME!

[CHILDREN SCREAMING INDISTINCTLY]

[FLORA LAUGHING]

[LAUGHTER]

MILES! FLORA!

THERE'S A RULE IN THIS HOUSE

THAT NOBODY ENTERS THE ROOM WITHOUT KNOCKING.

I AM FORCED TO ASK YOU WHAT YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING.

AND WHY WAS MISS FLORA SCREAMING?

I'LL TELL YOU EXACTLY WHAT WE HAVE BEEN DOING.

WE HAVE BEEN DOING SEX.

[FLORA LAUGHS]

[BELL TOLLING]

Man: IN THE MIDST OF LIFE WE ARE IN DEATH.

OF WHOM MAY WE SEEK FOR SUCCOR

BUT OF THEE, O LORD, WHO FOR OUR SINS ART JUSTLY DISPLEASED?

YET, O LORD GOD MOST HOLY, O LORD MOST MIGHTY,

DELIVER US NOT INTO THE BITTER PAINS OF ETERNAL DEATH.

THOU KNOWEST, LORD, THE SECRETS OF OUR HEARTS;

SHUT NOT THY MERCIFUL EARS TO OUR PRAYER; BUT SPARE US,

LORD MOST HOLY, O GOD, THE MOST MIGHTY,

O HOLY AND MERCIFUL SAVIOUR, THOU MOST WORTHY JUDGE ETERNAL,

SUFFER US NOT, AT OUR LAST HOUR, FOR ANY PAINS OF DEATH..."

Miles: THERE, QUINT!

Flora: WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER, MILES?

TO MEET QUINT.

DON'T YOU THINK, QUINT, YOU SHOULD GO TO HER?

OF COURSE NOT!

BUT WHY TELL HER TO GO THERE, THEN?

BECAUSE THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE.

WHAT?

THAT'S HOW WE MAKE HER LOVE.

WHAT IS?

Miles: OH, SHUT UP, FLORA.

BUT, QUINT, SHE LOVES YOU.

THAT'S RIGHT.

BUT THEN YOU MUST GO TO HER.

OFTEN YOU'VE SAID, "MEET ME,"

AND SHE GOES TO THE SAME PLACE AND WAITS.

BUT YOU NEVER GO TO HER. WHY NOT, QUINT?

IT'S HARD TO EXPLAIN, FLORA, WHY NOT.

Miles: YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED IN THE HOUSE ANYMORE, QUINT.

MRS. GROSE SAYS.

OH, SHE DOES, DOES SHE?

ARE YOU FORBIDDEN TO SEE MISS JESSEL, QUINT?

WELL, THAT'S WHAT THEY TOLD ME.

BUT SHE WAITS FOR YOU ALL THE WHILE, DOESN'T SHE, QUINT?

SHE LOVES HIM.

QUINT, ISN'T IT TRUE ALL THIS LOVE IS JUST SHEER AGONY?

I'D JUST HATE TO BE IN LOVE. ALL THIS IS BORING.

ALL THESE PROBLEMS.

WELL, YOU KNOW, SOMETIMES WHEN YOU HATE,

YOU'RE IN LOVE, FLORA.

[BIRD CAWING]

[SQUEAKING]

AAH!

OOH!

RATS!

RATS IN MY KITCHEN!

IT'S QUINT'S JOB TO KEEP THEM DOWN.

OH, I AM SURE--

WHERE ARE MILES AND FLORA? ARE THEY NOT WITH YOU?

NOT THIS MORNING. QUINT HAS A KITE.

OH. A GROWN MAN. WHAT A WASTE.

THE CHILDREN WERE SO EXCITED.

THEY WENT TO THE CHOCKET, I THINK.

THE CHOCKET?

MMM.

I HAVE TOLD THEM THEY MUST NOT PLAY THERE.

IT IS DANGEROUS.

BUT THEY'RE WITH QUINT!

OH, HE HAS NO CARE. I SHALL GO.

WILL YOU NOT COME WITH ME?

I HAVE SOME WORK.

I CAN'T DO IT, QUINT! IT WON'T WORK.

ALL RIGHT, COME INSIDE.

COME ON.

BACK AWAY, FLORA.

GRAB THIS HERE NOW.

NOW, WHEN I TELL YOU TO RUN, RUN LIKE THE WIND.

WAIT A MINUTE, LAD.

NOW, RUN! FASTER!

FAST! RUN, KEEP RUNNING!

THAT'S IT! KEEP RUNNING!

NOW, FLORA, GIVE ME-- GIVE ME THAT.

KEEP AT IT! YOU GOT IT!

THAT'S IT!

MIND THE BLUFF!

HEY! MIND--

DEAR GOD.

MILES! MILES! NO!

OH...

OH, DEAR. [GASP]

[GRUNT]

MASTER MILES, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

OF COURSE I'M ALL RIGHT.

QUINT WAS LOOKING AFTER ME.

YOU EVIL PIG, QUINT!

Flora: ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

YOU BASTARD!

WELL--I THOUGHT THAT IT--

LOOK AT THE BOY!

Flora: YOU WENT RIGHT OVER THE CLIFF.

Miles: OF COURSE I DID.

HOW DID IT FEEL LIKE?

ALL RIGHT, REALLY. LIKE FLYING.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[CREAKING]

MARGARET?

NO, QUINT!

YOU DO NOT COME IN HERE.

WHAT IS TO GAIN?

WHAT IS IT YOU WANT OF US?

US?

DO YOU WANT MONEY?

YOU TAKE ME FOR A THIEF?

HAVE US ALL DEAD?

IS THAT IT?

OOH!

YOU ARE FORBIDDEN IN THIS HOUSE.

PULL THE TRIGGER.

QUINT.

[CLOCK CHIMES]

PULL IT.

[SHUDDERS]

ARE YOU AFRAID TO KILL ME, MRS. GROSE?

I'LL WRITE TO THE MASTER.

THAT WILL BE THE LAST YOU'LL SEE OF HER.

[CREAKING]

IT IS YOU.

YOU THINK I WILL SCREAM.

YOU SEE?

I WILL NOT.

PETER.

NO! [GASP]

NOT PETER.

HE IS NOT COMING.

HE IS TOLD.

HE CANNOT.

WHAT HE WANTS OF THEE?

HE HAS YOU LIKE A PUPPET.

YOU DANCE.

I WAS ASLEEP.

AND YOU WOULD HAVE ALLOWED HIM

ANYTHING THAT HE DOES TO THEE,

ANY VILENESS.

I WAS DREAMING.

YOU FEED OFF HIM.

EVERY PERSON'S RULE IN THIS HOUSE

IS A PRIVATE PLACE.

THAT IS A RULE.

WHY, MARGARET?

WHY?

YOU NOTICE, DON'T YOU?

IN THE MOONLIGHT THROUGH THE WINDOW,

HOW WHITE THE SHEETS ARE.

HA!

Quint: NO, YOU TAKE IT BY THE END.

NO, THE END OF THE ARROW.

Miles: LIKE THIS?

THERE, YOU SEE, THAT'S IT.

RIGHT THERE.

STRAIGHTEN YOUR ARM.

STILL. STILL.

NOW LET HER GO.

GOOD, GOOD.

OH, DEAR.

NO, IT'S NOT BAD.

YOU KNOW, IN CHINA, THEY SAY, MILES,

IF YOU THINK ABOUT THE TARGET HARD ENOUGH,

YOU CAN HIT IT BLINDFOLD.

BLINDFOLD?

THAT'S IT.

HOW DO THEY DO IT?

WELL...

WELL, FIRST YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES, YOU SEE.

AND THEN YOU THINK REAL HARD ABOUT THE TARGET.

AND IN YOUR MIND, YOU SEE THE ARROW

GOING INTO THE BULL'S-EYE.

AND THEN YOU FIRE IT!

I DID IT!

WELL, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

YOU ARE CLEVER, QUINT!

FLORA!

MISS JESSEL!

SHALL WE WALK NOW?

MAY I TALK TO YOU ABOUT PETER QUINT?

THERE'S NO POINT, FLORA. WHAT GOOD WOULD IT DO?

I DON'T KNOW.

BUT I DO THINK YOU SHOULD SEE HIM.

I WILL NOT!

ALL RIGHT, MISS JESSEL. I UNDERSTAND.

MILES, WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING FOR ME?

ANYTHING, QUINT.

WELL, I WANT TO SEE MISS JESSEL,

BUT I'M FORBIDDEN BY OLD WRINKLE-ASS HERSELF.

BUT I MUST SEE HER.

YOU HATE MISS JESSEL, DON'T YOU, QUINT?

OH, I HATE HER.

IN THAT CASE,

IF I UNDERSTAND YOU CORRECTLY,

YOU LOVE HER.

THAT'S RIGHT.

I DO LOVE HER, LAD.

THAT'S EASY. I CAN ARRANGE ANYTHING.

CAN YOU DO IT?

YES!

GOOD LAD.

COME ON, NOW. PUSH.

HAH! HAH! PUSH! PUSH!

CAN I KEEP IT TO PRACTICE WITH?

WELL, LOOK AFTER YOURSELF.

Miles, voice-over: THE CHINESE, QUINT.

THEY FIRST SEE THE TARGET,

THEN THEY PRETEND THEY HAVE HIT IT,

BECAUSE THEY THINK HARD ABOUT IT.

Quint, voice-over: THAT'S RIGHT.

THEN THEY CLOSE THEIR EYES.

AND FIRE!

MILES! THAT COULD BE VERY DANGEROUS!

Jessel: I WAS NEVER A CHILD AS YOU ARE--

SUCH A GRAND HOUSE,

ABLE TO HAVE ANY DRESS OR TOY YOU LIKE.

Flora: WHO WAS YOUR FATHER, MISS JESSEL?

WHY, MR. JESSEL, OF COURSE.

AND WHAT DID HE DO, MISS JESSEL?

HE WAS A CHURCH SEXTANT.

SUCH A TIMID MAN. SO GENTLE.

BUT MY MOTHER LOVED HIM.

WHY, MISS JESSEL?

THEY WERE MARRIED 5 YEARS AFTER I WAS BORN.

HE WAS NOT MY FATHER, YOU SEE.

HE WAS JUST A... KIND LITTLE MAN.

I UNDERSTAND.

DO YOU LIKE KIND AND GENTLE PEOPLE, MISS JESSEL?

HA HA HA! NOT ANYMORE, FLORA.

WHEN MR. JESSEL DIED, MY MOTHER KILLED HERSELF.

SHE LOVED HIM THAT MUCH.

HE WAS SO CALM AND NICE.

BUT WHEN HE WAS DEAD, MY MOTHER KNEW THE TRUTH.

THE TRUTH?

THE WORLD IS A VERY VIOLENT PLACE.

NOTHING IS TRULY CALM.

EVEN WHEN YOU'RE DEAD, YOU BRING PAIN.

FLORA, NO, DON'T!

FLORA!

IT'S ALL RIGHT, MISS JESSEL.

OHH.

WHY, YOU'VE TURNED WHITE.

I CANNOT SWIM, AND I THOUGHT...

I WAS AFRAID.

IT'S ALL RIGHT, MISS JESSEL.

I CAN SWIM,

AND I WOULD HAVE SAVED YOU.

QUINT SAYS HE DOESN'T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN EVER,

AND THAT IT'S ALL OVER, HE SAYS.

MILES, DON'T!

HE SAYS THAT HE DOESN'T CARE ANYMORE,

AND THAT YOU OUGHT TO ROT.

MILES, DON'T HIT THE BALL AGAIN LIKE THAT.

SO AS FAR AS HE'S CONCERNED,

HE HAS, OR HE SAYS, WASHED HIS HANDS OF YOU.

[HITS CROQUET BALL]

WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT, MISS JESSEL?

YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO HIT MY BALL INTO THE HEDGE LIKE THAT.

BUT WHAT DO YOU SAY?

ABOUT QUINT? I DON'T BELIEVE IT.

HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOU ANYMORE, MISS JESSEL.

IF THAT'S TRUE, HE SHOULD TELL ME SO.

TO MY FACE. CATCH!

THAT'S EASY. I CAN ARRANGE EVERYTHING.

[PIANO PLAYING, PEOPLE LAUGHING]

AHH.

Flora: QUINT! QUINT!

AH, FLORA.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

I CAME TO SEE YOU, TO TELL YOU--

TO SEE OLD QUINT?

TO TELL YOU THAT I'D SEEN MISS JESSEL.

SHE LOVES YOU.

GET YOUR RUDE ASS OUT OF HERE.

SHE LOVES YOU, QUINT.

WHO?

MISS JESSEL.

SHE TOLD ME TO TELL YOU,

AND THAT SHE THINKS OF NOTHING BUT YOU,

AND THE DAY WHEN YOU'LL BE TOGETHER.

Quint: YOU WOULDN'T LIE TO ME.

Flora: OH, NO.

AND THAT YOU MUST MEET HER,

AND SHE'LL FORGIVE YOU.

OH, IS THAT TRUE?

AND THAT YOU'RE KIND AND GENTLE.

SHE LOVES YOU--

SHE LOVES YOU WITH ALL HER BEING.

OH, HOW PRETTY YOU MAKE THE WORDS.

WHAT ELSE DID SHE SAY?

WHAT OTHER LIES DID SHE TELL YOU?

Miles: MRS. GROSE! I'LL HELP YOU UP.

OH, DEAR.

I'M TERRIFIED OF HEIGHTS.

GIVE ME YOUR HAND, MRS. GROSE.

IT'S QUITE SAFE.

GIVE ME YOUR BASKET.

HERE WE ARE.

OHH.

YOU GO ON UP, MILES. I THINK I'M ALL RIGHT NOW.

I'LL FOLLOW YOU UP.

OH, YOU CAN BE SUCH A CHARMING YOUNG MAN WHEN YOU WANT,

INVITING ME INTO THE TREE HOUSE.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

ON THE CONTRARY, IT'S MY PLEASURE.

HERE WE ARE.

ISN'T IT NICE IN HERE.

QUINT BUILT IT FOR US.

IT TOOK HIM 4 MONTHS.

IS MISS FLORA TO JOIN US?

I'M SURE SHE IS.

I REMEMBER AS A CHILD WHEN WE WERE--

[THUMP]

WHAT WAS THAT?

THERE ARE SQUIRRELS HERE, YOU KNOW.

BUT I DID HEAR SOMETHING.

IT COULD BE JUST...

WHAT?

I'LL GO AND LOOK.

RIGHT.

Grose: CAN YOU SEE ANYTHING?

MILES, BE CAREFUL.

RIGHT.

WHERE ARE YOU, DEAR?

JUST A MOMENT.

UNH!

BE A GOOD BOY, MILES,

AND COME BACK AND FINISH YOUR TEA.

THAT I SURELY WILL. HA HA HA!

NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE AT?

MILES?

MILES?

MILES!!

DEAR GOD, HE'S TAKEN THE LADDER AWAY!

OH, MILES!

OH, HELP ME!

[COUGHS]

[SNIFFS]

GOOD EVENING, QUINT.

GOOD EVENING, LAD.

YOUR HAIR, IT DOES LOOK TIDY.

DO YOU LIKE IT?

I TOLD YOU I'D ARRANGE EVERYTHING.

GOOD LUCK, QUINT.

[WHISPERING] THEY'RE UP THERE.

[WHISTLING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

HOW SMART YOU LOOK.

SO CLEAN.

YOU SEE, I DIDN'T BELIEVE FOR ONE MINUTE

THAT YOU CARE NOTHING FOR ME.

IT WAS JUST A LIE, WASN'T IT?

LIES? PART OF IT LIES.

YOU HAD TO SEE ME.

THAT'S RIGHT.

AND YOU DIDN'T RISK LOSING THE WORK HERE,

ISN'T THAT TRUE?

AND YOU KNOW THAT ALL MRS. GROSE HAS TO DO

IS TO WRITE ONE NOTE TO THE MASTER,

AND YOU'RE FINISHED HERE. YOU KNOW THAT.

THAT DOESN'T SUIT YOU.

IT LOOKS...UNCOMFORTABLE.

[THUNDER]

HOW HOT YOU ARE.

HAVE YOU BEEN RUNNING?

NOT RUNNING, MARGARET.

I'M NOT FRIGHTENED, QUINT.

I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT,

AND IT'S ALL RIGHT.

HOW STRONG YOU ARE.

IS THAT HOW YOU LIKE TO APPEAR?

DARK AND COLD,

AS IF YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE EVIL.

YES?

AND ALL I WOULD HAVE TO DO--

DID YOU EVER THINK ON THAT?--

WAS TO SCREAM OUT BUT ONCE,

OR TO RUN DOWN TO THE VILLAGE, THE POLICEMEN THERE.

IT WOULD HAVE MEANT JAIL, QUINT.

YEARS.

I COULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING TO YOU

FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME IN THE BEGINNING.

[THUNDER]

NO.

WHY NOT?

WHAT HAVE I GAINED BY MY SILENCE?

MYSELF.

BUT YOU'VE JUST TOLD MILES YOU CARE NOTHING,

THAT YOU'D END IT NOW.

AND THIS IS THE LAST OF IT, ISN'T IT?

TONIGHT.

AS YOU WISH.

OH, I DO.

LOOK, I HAVE NO FEAR.

I AM FREE.

IT IS DONE.

[THUNDER]

SEE, QUINT? HOW LITTLE IT MATTERS.

I NEED YOU WITH ME, MARGARET.

I NEED YOU TO STAY WITH ME.

TO LIVE WITH YOU IN YOUR PIGSTY?

I'LL GIVE YOU PIGSTY.

OH!

OH!

UNH!

OH!

UNH!

I'M NO PIG!

Quint: I'M NO PIG!

UNH!

[CREAKING]

WHO'S DOWN THERE?

WHO IS IT?

PETER QUINT.

Grose: QUINT? QUINT!

GET ME DOWN FROM HERE AT ONCE.

YOU HEAR ME?

YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, MY MAN.

QUINT!

OH, IT'S YOU, MASTER MILES.

HELP ME DOWN, I PRAY YOU.

NEVER FEAR, MRS. GROSE.

I'LL HAVE YOU DOWN IMMEDIATELY.

GOOD BOY.

Grose: MISS JESSEL?

MISS JESSEL, I HAVE LOOKED EVERYWHERE THIS MORNING

FOR MASTER MILES AND MISS FLORA.

THEY WERE UP EARLIER.

THEY WENT TO THE LAKE FOR SOMETHING.

I WANT YOU TO KNOW, MISS JESSEL,

THAT I AM SOLID WORRIED ABOUT THEM.

THEIR GENERAL BEHAVIOR,

AND WHAT THEY DID TO ME YESTERDAY.

AND THOUGH I WAS TOLD NOT TO CONTACT THE MASTER,

I FEEL THAT I MUST.

I THINK MILES' BEHAVIOR OUTRAGEOUS

WHAT HE DID TO YOU.

BUT YOU MUST SEE IT IN THE LIGHT OF A PRANK,

DON'T YOU THINK?

ARE YOUR EYES WEAK THIS MORNING, MISS JESSEL?

NO, WHY?

I WAS JUST WONDERING WHY--

WHY WHAT?

WHY YOU SHOULD NEED TO WEAR A VEIL IN THE HOUSE?

[GASPS]

YOU SLUT.

AND IT WAS ALL A TRICK AGAINST ME.

[FLORA SCREAMS]

[FLORA SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

AAH!

[FLORA SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

Grose: THE DEVIL!

THE DEVIL IS IN BOTH OF YOU!

GOD FORGIVE YOU!

Miles: LET GO!

DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND

WHAT I SEE WITH MY OWN EYES?

YOU NEARLY KILLED FLORA,

YOU LITTLE DOG!

DAMN YOU, YOU OLD WOMAN! YOU STOPPED ME!

Jessel: FLORA!

DID YOU STOP? DID YOU STOP?

YOU INTERFERED! MILES WAS RIGHT!

DAMN YOU!

THE POINT WAS, BUT YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND!

IT WAS A GAME!

I WAS MEANT TO DIE!

A GAME? TO DIE?

AND YOU RUINED IT!

AND YOU WANTED TO DIE?

Flora: OH, YES!!

[FLORA CRYING]

WELL?

WHAT TO SAY?

THEY SAW YOU LAST NIGHT.

WITH HIM.

YES.

THEY REPEATED EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID.

NO!

OH, YES, THEY DID. EVERYTHING.

THEY CANNOT COPY EVERYTHING

BECAUSE THEY CANNOT KNOW THAT...

THEY ARE STILL CHILDREN.

THEY CANNOT POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND

THAT WHATEVER I HAVE DONE...

IF YOU LIKE, WHATEVER WICKEDNESS I HAVE DONE...

IT WAS WITH LOVE.

AND THINK YOU NOW--

NOW YOU HAVE SEEN WITH YOUR OWN EYES WHAT COMES OF IT--

IT IS STILL LOVE?

I BEG YOU NOT TO.

HAD MISS FLORA DIED,

AND BY MILES' HAND,

MARGARET, HAVE YOU THOUGHT?

[CLOCK CHIMES]

I COULD HAVE PITIED YOU ONCE...

BUT NOW...

I SHALL WRITE TO LONDON.

EITHER YOU MUST GO AND NEVER COME BACK,

OR SURELY YOU WILL BE SACKED FROM HERE.

OH, THE IGNOMINY.

[SOBBING]

[CLOCK TICKING]

THERE ARE NO LESSONS TODAY, FLORA.

I'M AFRAID I'M--

AND WHY NOT?

ARE YOU ILL, MISS JESSEL?

I'M TIRED.

I NOTICE THAT NOTHING IS WRITTEN

ON THE BLACKBOARD.

FLORA!

AND THAT YOUR EYES ARE RED AND PUFFY,

AS IF YOU'VE BEEN CRYING.

WHAT IF I HAVE?

MAY I ASK YOU

ARE YOU IN GREAT PAIN?

LET ME HELP YOU.

TOO LATE, FLORA.

BUT WHY?

BECAUSE I AM ILL.

BUT I AM NOT.

YOU LOVE HIM.

NO.

PLEASE. YOU DO.

I HATE.

THEN--THEN YOU DO LOVE.

BUT YOU CRY, MISS JESSEL.

DO YOU HURT SO?

DON'T WORRY SO FOR ME.

BUT I DO.

IF ONLY YOU COULD UNDERSTAND

HOW CRUEL I'VE BEEN TO YOU

AND THAT I DID NOT KNOW

I WAS TO MISLEAD YOU.

BUT YOU HAVEN'T AT ALL.

ON THE BLACKBOARD, I WRITE

THE GRAMMAR AND THE SPELLING

AND ALL THE NICE WORDS.

[INHALES DEEPLY]

I DID NOT MEAN TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING ELSE.

YOU MEAN QUINT?

I'M SO ASHAMED.

YOU SEE, I CAN HELP YOU.

NO.

IT WILL ALL END.

LET ME HELP YOU.

WON'T YOU LET ME?

I WILL GO.

GO, MISS JESSEL?

YOU MUST NOT GO. YOU MUST STAY.

I CAN ARRANGE ANYTHING.

I CAN TELL QUINT AND HE WILL MEET YOU.

NO.

JUST ONCE BEFORE YOU GO.

I LOVE QUINT, BUT YOU CANNOT HELP ME.

Miles: COLD! YOU'RE COLD!

CAN'T CATCH ME!

HA!

COME ON NOW!

HERE! CAN'T CATCH ME!

[LAUGHTER]

[LAUGHS]

I'LL EAT YOUR LIFE!

MISSED!

HA! COME ON NOW!

GOT IT! AAH, ME HAT!

I'LL GET YOU!

[LAUGHING]

GOT YOU NOW!

HA HA.

OH, GOD.

IT'S MY TURN NOW.

OH, NO. OH, NO.

GOTTA REST A BIT.

[PANTING]

WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT DYING, QUINT?

HUH? WHAT? WHAT?

WELL, WHERE'S THE DEAD GO, QUINT?

THE DEAD?

THEY DON'T GO NOWHERE.

THEY GOT NOWHERE TO GO.

AAH.

BUT HOW DO YOU MEET THEM?

IF YOU WANT TO MEET THEM,

YOU'LL HAVE TO DIE YOURSELF.

SO, THE DEAD PEOPLE MEET EACH OTHER?

THAT'S RIGHT.

BUT DO THEY LOVE EACH OTHER?

SURE. OF COURSE THEY DO.

BUT LIVE PEOPLE LOVE EACH OTHER, TOO.

WELL...

I SUPPOSE SO.

BUT SOMETIMES IT'S HARD TO TELL.

WELL, YOU SEE, IF...

IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE, YOU WANT TO KILL THEM.

PLEASE.

SAY IT AGAIN, QUINT.

WELL, IF YOU REALLY...

IF YOU REALLY LOVE SOMEONE,

SOME TIMES YOU...

YOU REALLY WANT TO KILL THEM.

I ORDERED A DRIVER.

I'M SENDING...

ALL OF THIS UP TO LONDON IN ADVANCE.

BY TOMORROW, I SHALL BE GONE.

[BIRDS CAWING]

[NICKERING]

I PUT THE CASES ON THE COACH, MADAM.

THANK YOU.

[WHISPERING] You stay here,

and I'll give you a signal from the tower.

QUINT?

OH, PETER, DID YOU THINK I WOULD LEAVE YOU

WITHOUT A WORD?

[GASPS]

PETER! PETER!

PLEASE, HELP ME! HELP ME, PETER, HELP!

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING]

PETER, HELP! PETER!

[PANTING]

WE DON'T WANT YOU TO GO!

[GASPING]

WE WANT YOU TO STAY WITH US.

YOU SEE, YOU MUST STAY.

WE LOVE YOU.

[DOOR OPENS]

AH, YOU'VE GOT THE LAKE.

IT'S THE WRONG SHAPE.

IT WILL DO.

ALL OF THESE ARE THE TREES THINGS?

THEY GO ALL AROUND THE LAKE.

YOU PUT THE ISLAND IN THE MIDDLE...

THESE ARE THE REEDS.

DOESN'T LOOK MUCH LIKE REEDS TO ME.

USE YOUR IMAGINATION.

THE BOAT.

IT'S GOT A HOLE IN IT.

WHAT'S THE USE OF A BOAT

WITH A HOLE IN IT?

SO IT WILL SINK.

WHAT'S THIS?

GIVE IT TO ME.

THIS IS MISS JESSEL.

I MADE IT.

OH.

SHE'S DROWNING.

AND THE DUCKS, PLEASE, FLORA.

I WASN'T GOING TO USE THEM.

AND WHY NOT?

YOU MADE THEM WRONG.

I DID NOT.

DUCKS ARE WHITE.

THERE IS NO WHITE.

A GREEN AND RED DUCK

IS OUT OF THE QUESTION.

LOAD OF ROT. I MADE THEM.

I HATE THEM!

FLORA! [SOBBING]

FLORA!

NOW YOU SPOILED IT.

OH, NO.

QUINT!

[SLAMS DOOR]

GET UP!

QUINT!

YOU WILL GO, QUINT, AND TODAY--

BECAUSE I HAVE WRITTEN!

AND THAT'S THE END OF IT.

[BELL CHIMES]

NOW THAT I HAVE TOLD YOU ALL I KNOW,

IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT YOU GO DOWN TO BLYE HOUSE IMMEDIATELY.

YES, SIR.

AS THE FORMER YOUNG WOMAN LEFT SO SUDDENLY,

I BELIEVE IT WAS IN ANSWER TO AN URGENT CALL

FROM HER FAMILY--

A RELATIVE WHO HAD BEEN TAKEN SUDDENLY SICK.

THE CHILDREN ARE LEFT ALONE VIRTUALLY--

JUST WITH A HOUSEKEEPER AND THE GARDENER.

I UNDERSTAND.

HAVE YOU ANY QUESTIONS?

UNLESS THE CHILDREN ARE TAKEN VERY SICK INDEED

OR THERE HAS BEEN AN ACCIDENT IN THE HOUSE,

I MUST ON NO ACCOUNT GET IN TOUCH WITH YOU.

ON NO ACCOUNT.

AND THE WELFARE AND TUTORING OF THE CHILDREN

REMAINS IN MY CARE.

IT DOES IN TOTAL.

BUT YOU WILL REQUIRE A REPORT OF THE--

FROM TIME TO TIME.

IF YOU LIKE, EVERY 6 MONTHS.

I AM A BUSY MAN, AND...

FORTHWITH THEN.

I AM SO GRATEFUL.

THE BUTLER WILL SEE YOU OUT.

[GOOSE HONKING]

[GASPS]

Grose: HERE, MILES.

HERE ARE YOUR PRUNES.

YES, MRS. GROSE.

WE DON'T OFTEN SIT HERE,

DO WE?

NO. NO.

A SPECIAL OCCASION.

WE DON'T UNDERSTAND.

WELL, MILES AND FLORA,

NOW, FIRSTLY,

AS YOU ALREADY HAVE GATHERED,

MISS JESSEL HAS SUDDENLY LEFT US.

SHE HAS?

YES, MILES.

ALL OF A SUDDEN, SHE HAD TO LEAVE

TO SEE A RELATIVE WHO HAS BECOME VERY ILL.

SHE HAD?

WHY WEREN'T WE TOLD OF THIS, MRS. GROSE?

I...

SHE DIDN'T WANT TO UPSET YOU.

SHE WANTED TO...

JUST LEAVE.

WELL, YOU KNOW HOW VERY FOND

SHE WAS OF YOU BOTH.

AND THAT IS WHY SHE DIDN'T SAY GOOD-BYE.

VERY WELL.

SHE ASKED ME TO CONVEY TO YOU

HER MOST SINCERE GOOD WISHES

AND FOR THE FUTURE.

ARE WE TO UNDERSTAND

SHE WILL NEVER COME BACK?

TRUE, FLORA, BUT--

HOW PERPLEXING.

WHAT IS, MY DEAR?

'CAUSE SHE WILL COME BACK.

OH, ON THE CONTRARY.

SHE HAS TO.

FLORA, I--

SHE HAS NOWHERE TO GO.

THEREFORE, SHE CAN ONLY STAY.

THEREFORE...

A NEW GOVERNESS WILL BE ARRIVING

IN HER STEAD.

THEREFORE, MISS JESSEL HAS--

WHAT WAS THAT YOU SAID, MRS. GROSE?

I SAID, MASTER MILES,

YOU ARE TO MEET A NEW TUTOR.

I DON'T BELIEVE IT.

MISS JESSEL WOULD NOT ALLOW IT TO HAPPEN.

MISS JESSEL HAS GONE.

[DOG BARKING DISTANTLY]

WOULD YOU BE SO KIND,

I'D LIKE SOME MORE PRUNES.

CHEESE FOR ME, PLEASE.

[DISTANT LAUGHTER]

[GRUNTS]

I'M SORRY, QUINT.

[GROANING]

PLEASE KEEP STILL.

IT WON'T BE LONG.

MISS JESSEL'S WAITING.

[GRUNTS]

COME ALONG, CHILDREN!

COME DOWN!

WHOA!

WHOA, NOW.

WELCOME TO BLYE HOUSE, MY DEAR.

THANK YOU.

YOU'LL BE VERY HAPPY HERE.

I'M SURE I WILL.

THE JOURNEY, WAS IT TIRING?

NO, IT WAS VERY PLEASANT.

WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL!

AND HERE WE HAVE MISS FLORA

AND MASTER MILES.

YOUR NEW GOVERNESS, MY DEARS.

YOU COULD NOT HOPE TO MEET

IN ALL YOUR LIFE MORE EXQUISITE YOUNG ANGELS

AS ARE MILES AND FLORA.

GOOD AFTERNOON.

WAS IT A PLEASANT JOURNEY YOU HAD?

THANK YOU, FLORA.

IT WAS.

MILES, DEAR?

Miles: HELLO.

SHAKE MY HAND, PLEASE.

HOLD IT VERY TIGHTLY.

AAGH!

[FROG CROAKING]

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