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(ominous music)

(woman screaming)

- No!

No!

No, no!

No!

(engine revving)

(tense music)

- This is as far as I go, good luck.

- Thank you.

- Now, listen, it's been a little rough on you.

Take care of yourself.

- Yes.

- May I see your release form?

- Yes.

- Okay.

Poor girl.

- She's a strange one.

I know, yes, and you must admit that a few weeks

in here would drive anyone bats, Gertrude.

- Yeah.

(woman screaming)

Quick!

(gentle music)

(horn honking)

- Wait!

Hey, wait!

- Excuse me, I'm sorry to disturb you, excuse me.

- It's okay.

- [Man] May I help you?

- Yes, where's your telephone?

- In the back room.

- Thank you.

(billiard balls banging)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Hello, is Miss Songbird in?

- [Alicia] This is Alicia Songbird.

- This is Margaret, Margaret Bradley.

- [Alicia] Oh hello, Margaret, how are you?

- Okay, thank you.

I'm on my way to Mrs. Grant's.

I missed a bus.

I'll have to wait for the next one.

- [Alicia] Your things are already there.

- Oh, they are?

- [Alicia] Now ['ll call Mrs. Grant

and tell her you're on your way.

And don't you worry about a thing.

Mrs. Grant's a wonderful person, okay Margaret?

Margaret? - I beg your pardon?

- [Alicia] Is that alright?

- Oh yes, why of course.

It's certainly very nice of you, Mrs. Songbird, to do this.

You've just been wonderful to me.

- Just doing my job, child, it's a pleasure.

- Thank you so much.

(tense music)

- [Grant] Just ask if there's anything you want, Margaret.

- Thank you, Mrs. Grant, I'm fine, thank you.

- I want you to be comfortable here, Margaret.

- Thank you.

- You know, child, everyone does something wrong sometime.

- You don't understand, Mrs. Grant.

I didn't do anything wrong.

- That social worker, Miss Songbird,

told me you were just released from prison.

Isn't that so?

- Look, it wasn't a prison.

It was the women's jail.

I mean, it's all a terrible mistake.

- Oh, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'd like to help you.

- I'm very tired now.

- Oh, of course, dear.

You just go and get some rest now.

- I just want to get this stuff out of the way.

- Yes, certainly.

Yes, I imagine you are tired.

Have a nice rest, dear.

(suspenseful music)

(windows banging)

- Come in, child, come in.

- Oh, I was just going out for a walk.

I couldn't sleep.

- I know, you're upset.

Come, I'll fix you something.

I heard you walking about.

- I guess I'm just full of nerves.

- Oh, well that's perfectly understandable, dear.

Come.

Here we are.

Now why don't you sit down?

You look so tired and I'll fix us some tea.

I've already got the kettle on.

My son and I live alone here, you know,

ever since my husband died.

Do you play?

Oh no, I took lessons when I was little

but I don't remember very much.

- Let's sit down.

My husband used to play quite beautifully.

- Oh, he did?

- Would you like a little sedative in your tea?

- Sedative? - Yes.

Just a mild tranquilizing tablet.

That's all it is, not a bit harmful to your system.

I use them myself.

My doctor, you see, gives them to me.

Just a nerve calmer.

Try one.

- Oh, well I guess I could use something to calm down with.

- Things get so lonely around here for me, Margaret.

That's my husband's picture,

on the piano over there.

He's been dead now for 20 years.

- Oh, I'm sorry, really.

- Yes, he was run over one terrible winter day.

Miss him.

- It was an accident?

- No, it was cold blooded murder.

He was killed by a hit and run driver.

A hoodlum just robbed a supermarket.

He got 25 years in prison.

He'll be out soon.

Justice.

Evil can only be handled on its own terms.

To forgive is to absolve it.

- But that's against all humanity

and all religion, Mrs. Grant.

- Oh, no, it isn't Margaret,

humanity just hasn't come far enough.

- No, no.

(windows banging)

(tense music)

(door creaking)

(screaming)

- They're coming now.

I hear them in the drive.

- Mm, good, it's getting late.

- They tried to get in touch with you.

My mother tried to call you, but you were out.

- Yes, I was.

- Where were you?

- What?

- They said you were with a girl, your mistress,

that you were cheating on your wife, is that true?

- Well, of course it's not true.

You don't believe that, do you?

- Well, I don't know.

Mr. Dreese says--

- What does Mr. Dreese say?

- Dreese, hello, good to see you.

- Is it?

- Well, of course, Dreese, is it always is.

I'm just fascinated with your group,

your work, your philosophy and all.

- It isn't new, Johnson.

It's as old as time,

the war between good and evil in its most basic terms.

- Why yes, that's what I mean, Dreese.

I want to discuss these points with you

and the express your, our, viewpoint in my writings.

- Yes, I'm glad you brought that out.

I think you know too much

and there isn't going to be any writing.

We're not interested.

- But Dreese--

- You're self-seeking, Johnson.

You tried to use us for your own ends.

You're ambitious and you're a cheat.

- You're wrong, Dreese, [, why that isn't true.

You're wrong, Dreese.

- Oh, you need to be scourged Johnson, purified.

The simple war between good and evil, remember?

- Now, wait a minute, I--

- Let it out, Johnson, let it out.

Everyone must feel the pain of his own sins.

That is our message, Johnson, and that is our mission.

- You're mad, Dreese.

- No, you are.

- Come, Frank, let us leave Mr. Johnson

to his own meditations.

- Wait a minute, Dreese, wait, don't do this to me.

You've got to listen.

I can give you money.

I could make a contribution to the group.

Important connections.

(smacking)

- You disgusting fool.

- Frank, Frank!

(tense music)

- You can go back to the city, Frank.

- You don't need me here?

- No, not now.

I'm going back to town myself in a few minutes.

Just some things I want to check on.

- Mr. Dreese? - Yes, what is it, Frank?

About your mother?

- No, I was just wondering about Johnson.

I thought he was a friend, one of us.

- I don't know.

We'll have to see.

Don't you worry about him, Frank.

Mr. Johnson isn't going to expire.

We have lots of work ahead.

- Yes, I know.

My mother says that--

- Your mother is a very fine woman.

Now go on, I'll see you soon.

I have to hurry.

- Goodnight, Mr. Dreese. - Goodnight, Frank.

(tense music)

"Only in flames, lies the truth” - Nietzsche

- Good evening.

It's hot in here.

- Yes, yes it is.

Hot.

- Why don't you put out the fire?

- The fire?

- Yes, Mr. Johnson, it's very warm, uncomfortable.

Put out the fire.

(tense music)

- You're burning my hand, let me go, please, please!

Oh God!

(screaming)

Please, please, my hand!

- Here, let it out.

- My hand, my hand, oh God!

Oh God, I can't.

I can't stand it anymore.

I beg of you.

(glass breaking)

(screaming)

- Put him in his car and take it down to the cliff road.

(car exploding)

(door knocking)

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- I'm Frank.

I'm, oh, can I help you?

- No, I don't think so.

I had a not too good night.

I mean, I didn't sleep well.

- Well, my room is next door in case you--

- Well, thank you.

Thank you very much, but I'm,

I just thought I get Dreesed and go out for some air.

- Fine, fine.

- Will you get a job? - Yes, I think so

Actually, I was thinking of trying outside the city

I like the country

I find it boring

You see, I want to work in theatre

Be a set designer... build things

Stuff like that... I'm good at it

- Are you? - Yes

I'm really good. No kidding

Well, it's the only thing I can do

I hope you make it

It's nice when your job is your hobby too

- Yeah, I like building things, it's fun.

It's the only thing I'm good at.

- I hope you can, I mean, do the things you like.

- No, you never can.

- You've got to try, you know.

- I like you.

You're the prettiest girl I ever saw.

- Thank you.

- I'm sorry you're in trouble.

- I'm not in a bit of trouble.

It's problems.

It'll work out.

- I used to come here with my father

when I was a little kid.

I hardly remember him.

He's dead, you know, he drowned.

- He drowned?

- Yes, they were in a boat.

It went over and he couldn't swim.

They saved my mother.

They couldn't find him.

It was a big story in the newspapers.

What's the matter?

- Oh nothing, I didn't sleep well, I get these dreams.

I was thinking about last night.

- Oh, what happened?

Why were you in jail?

You can tell me.

- There's nothing to tell.

- You sure?

- Yes, I was at a party

and somebody had brought some pills or grass.

I dunno what.

The police busted it and somebody said

I got them all this stuff.

Me and a guy I didn't even know.

- Well, why did they say that?

- I don't know, to save themselves.

It was a mistake.

I had nothing to do with it.

- I know.

- It was like being in a black pit

with everybody screaming at you.

- You really didn't do anything wrong?

- No, Frank, I didn't do anything wrong.

- If you didn't do anything, why did they put you away?

- What's the matter with you?

Mistakes happen and one happened to me.

Would you hate me if I had done something wrong?

- No.

- So why make all this fuss?

- You got to tell me everything.

- You don't believe me, do you?

- Mr. Dreese says that--

- You don't believe me.

Your mother doesn't believe me.

I bet Alicia doesn't believe me either.

- Wait a second-- - No, leave me alone.

I can take care of myself.

Just leave me alone, all of you.

Don't help me, don't do anything for me.

Just leave me alone. - Hey.

(tense music)

(doorbell ringing)

Margaret... what are you doing here?

I'm sorry to disturb you, Miss Songbird...

...but I have to talk to you

Of course, Margaret. Come in

Sit down

Make yourself at home

So what is the problem?

- Miss Songbird... - Call me Alicia

Alicia...

I have to move from that house

What's the matter?

What's wrong?

- I just don't feel right there.

Well, it's scary.

I know it sounds silly, but.

- What scares you, Margaret?

- It's probably all in my own head, I know.

I'm a little groggy from everything,

but I want to go somewhere else, Alicia.

I want to get out of that house.

- Well, of course, Margaret.

If you're not happy there, there's no reason to stay.

Would you like me to try and find another place?

It'll take me a couple of days.

I'll make some calls.

- Alicia, I know this is terribly brazen of me

but could you loan me some money?

I wouldn't this of you if I had any other choice,

but I know Mrs. Grant is not going to allow me

to just walk out.

The arrangement was that I would stay there

until I paid the rent.

- She can't keep you there if you don't want to stay.

- I know but well-- - I see.

Then you are going to need some money, aren't you?

I have $50.

I'm going out of town for a couple of days,

but I won't need it all.

- Oh, if that's all, I mean, I couldn't do that, Alicia.

- Listen, I can let you have say 15 or 20.

Go to a hotel for a day or two.

And when I get back, I'll find you another place.

Maybe I could square things with Mrs. Grant.

I'm pretty good at that.

- No, I couldn't.

I appreciate this very much, but I can't.

I'll see what I can do.

I've caused enough.

I'll stick it out.

- Well, if you can manage to stick it out

for a couple of days,

I promise to find you something else

but take a few dollars with you.

Go to the movies, museum, something.

It'll do you good.

- But that'll leave you with nothing.

- Oh, don't worry, I don't need it, take it.

Go ahead.

(soft music)

(kids chattering)

- Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry, please.

I've got to talk to you.

Wait a bit and follow me.

It's terrible.

Yes it is.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

Anyway, I just don't believe it.

- [Margaret] What did Mrs. Grant tell you, Mr. Whitman?

- Call me Jack, please.

Not very much.

She was quiet.

I mean Edie that is.

She was going with a guy, they'd broken up.

Somehow it just didn't work out.

He was going to marry someone else.

I knew all of that anyway.

I spoke to him and he couldn't throw any light on it either.

But to take her own life, she just wouldn't have done it.

She wasn't the kind.

I mean, some people they might but not.

I've gone to the police, but they were no help.

Don't you see?

I mean, she just wasn't that type.

Do you know what I'm saying?

- Are you sure?

- Yes, Margaret, I'm quite sure.

I'm her brother.

Look, no matter what, I won't buy it.

I'm not putting it very well, do you know what I mean?

- That kind of a destructive impulse is a lot deeper.

Something that's there all the time.

Just waiting for the chance to come out.

- [Jack] Exactly, and that wasn't Edie.

- Excuse me, sir, can I get you anything?

- Yeah, how about a sandwich, Margaret?

They have the best roast beef sandwiches in town.

- That sounds good.

A sandwich would be great.

I am rather hungry.

Thanks. - Two, you're welcome.

Give us two beef sandwiches and some hors d'oeuvres,

something like that, okay?

- Okay.

- Have you been here before? - No, why?

- You said their beef sandwiches are the best in town.

How did you know that?

- I'm just gullible.

(laughing)

Look, I don't want you to get in any trouble

snooping around there, but if you see anything

or hear anything, you'll let me know.

- Of course I will, don't worry about that.

- Good.

- [Waiter] Here you are.

- Put it here. - That sure looks good.

Thank you, that's fine.

(gentle music)

Is something wrong?

- Jack, was your sister in any Kind of trouble?

I mean like legal trouble, something like that.

- Well no, of course not, why?

- Nothing, I was just wondering about something, that's all.

Nothing really.

(tense music)

- Just a second, Mr. Dreese, I want to show you something.

What do you think of this, Mr. Dreese?

- Very good.

- Jack, well, come in buddy, what are you doing here?

- I want to talk to you Charlie.

- Sit down, man, sit down.

Can I get you a beer? - No thanks.

- Well sit down.

Claire ought to be home soon.

She went out, wherever the hell it is they go.

I'd like you to meet her, Jack.

She's a great little gal, just like Edie was.

I'm sorry, Jack, I wasn't thinking.

I shouldn't have spoken about your sister like that.

I'm sorry.

- That's okay, life goes on. - Yeah.

Did you see Edie after you broke up with her, Charlie?

- Well, I was going with Claire then.

- I know you were going with Clair, Charlie,

but did you see Edie?

- Well a couple of times, I guess, you know how it is, Jack.

Jesus, you made me feel like--

- It doesn't matter what you feel like Charlie,

not interested in your romance with her.

I just want to know how she died.

Look, was she in any trouble?

- Why no, she was fine.

- What do you know about that house?

- What house?

- That house she moved to, the Grant house?

Why'd she move there?

- I don't know, maybe she wanted to start a new life.

- Why?

- Christ, I don't know.

People do funny things.

Broads do funny things.

Who the hell knows what they--

- But they don't commit suicide

when they haven't got a history of being despondent,

when they're not that bad off.

- Okay, so they don't, I'm not a shrink.

What do I know?

You want a beer?

- No.

- Oh, hello.

- Claire, this is Jack, Jack Whitman.

You know Edie's brother.

Jack, my wife Claire.

- I'm pleased to meet you.

I'm sorry to barge in on you like this.

- Oh, that's perfectly all right.

I'm truly sorry you haven't come on a more pleasant trip.

I met your sister just once.

She was a very lovely girl.

- Thank you.

- She must have been very down after that ordeal.

- After what ordeal?

- She just means that being lonely

and all that, in the city.

- Cut the jazz, Charlie, what is she talking about?

- It's nothing, Jack, really?

- I said, what is she talking about?

- Tell him, Charlie, I thought he knew.

- All right.

When I was going with Edie, Jack, well you see,

it was like this.

We got in a little trouble.

This other guy.

Well we started lifting stuff from stores.

We were getting away with a few hundred bucks

worth of stuff a week.

And some mob guy I know it was taken it off our hands.

It was easy.

And then we started breaking into places at night,

getting away with a whole bunch of stuff.

We just roll a truck up to some of these joints,

grab whatever we could in five, 10 minutes and split.

Like nothing to it, you know.

- [Jack] Edie was with you on these trips?

- No, no she wasn't.

I give you my word, she wasn't.

We just stored some of the loot at her pad,

watches, jewelry, stuff like that.

And she made a couple of calls for us,

like setting up appointments with the fence guys,

stuff like that.

And that's all she did, honest.

She did it for me, I guess.

Anyway, they caught us.

I still don't even know how.

They had everything on us.

- Did Edie go to jail?

- Yeah, but she was only there a couple of weeks.

The charge against her wasn't very serious.

She got a year on probation.

Me and Willie, that's the other guy,

we copped a plea and got three years pro

and suspended sentence.

That's it, Jack, that's all of it.

There isn't anything more.

- Not quite.

How did she get to Mrs. Grant?

- I really don't know.

Somebody up at the jail must have told her.

Maybe this Mrs. Grant has some contact

with the matron up there and when somebody needs a place

they help them out.

What are you going to do now, Jack?

- I don't know.

Do some more checking, I guess.

- Look Jack, if you need anything.

I mean, if you want me for anything, call me, anytime.

Okay, Jack?

- Okay.

- I wish he'd drop this.

I'm scared for him.

(ominous music)

- Now don't forget, Frank, you can take Mr. Morrow

to the country later.

- Yes sir, I know.

- Good.

Good.

(gasping)

- Can I help you?

- You startled me.

I was looking for the bathroom.

- It's across the hall, I believe.

- Thank you.

- That's Frank's workshop you were looking at.

It's so easy to get lost in these old houses.

(toilet flushing)

- It was a fascinating evening, wasn't it?

- Yes dear, goodnight.

- Thanks for coming. We hope to see you again.

And thank you for coming.

- Thank you so much.

- I know you can't agree with some of our ideas--

- Shh, I come as a friend, Mary, not an adversary.

I wish you'd come to me sometime.

- Sometime, for tea.

- All right, but I don't mind telling you

that you disturb me, Mary,

you need to blame someone for Carl's death.

You make up stories about it, a different one each time.

And now you advocate, well, vengeance as a way of life.

- I don't think you understand us, my friend.

- Oh yes, I do.

You recognize no power, no intelligence,

no justice beyond your own.

- And you deify an institution created by man.

Laws are arbitrary foolishness, that's why there's evil.

You refuse to make the individual face it on his own.

- [Jack] I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(chattering)

(ominous music)

(knocking)

- Hey, you could pull my arm out of joint.

- Jack, what are you doing here?

- Come on over, come over and see the awful room I rented.

- Well, I dunno if I like this or not.

You can practically jump right into my room from there.

- Do you think so?

Well, let's see.

- No Jack, don't.

You're libel to kill yourself.

- Okay, I'll tell you what.

Come on over and have breakfast.

I'll meet you downstairs in five minutes, okay?

- Well, if I don't--

- If you don't you won't get any breakfast, that's what.

- Okay, let me get Dreesed.

- The place isn't the Hilton, but.

- How did you manage to find it?

- Well, I thought it would be a good idea

to stay in this neighborhood.

- I'm glad you did.

- And they had a vacant room downstairs.

There was an old gentleman who was living here

and for the price of a bottle of scotch, he let me have it.

- Well, it makes me feel better about it.

- It does? - Mm-hmm.

You know, they're strange people.

I mean the Grants and their friends.

The first day I came to that house,

I thought a man was following me.

Then I figured I was just imagining things.

But last night I saw the same man

coming out of that room with Frank.

It's no, it's no coincidence.

- No, that's no coincidence.

Remember you asked me if my sister was ever in any trouble?

- [Margaret] Yes.

- Why?

- I got in some trouble and was arrested.

But it was all a mistake

and everything's cleared up now.

But I was in the woman's jail for two weeks.

- I see.

We've got to find somebody else who lived in that room.

There must be others.

- There has to be somebody somewhere.

- Listen, there are stores in the neighborhood,

cleaning shops, grocery stores,

maybe someone would remember bringing something

to someone living there beside the Grants.

All we need is a name to start with.

- Well, that's great.

We can try it.

We'll get to the bottom of this, don't worry.

- Good, I'm glad you're with me.

- Me too, Jack, I don't feel so alone anymore.

I haven't felt this good in a long time.

It's crazy.

- Yeah, it's crazy.

(kissing)

(romantic music)

- Jack.

- [Mrs. Grant] Margaret.

- Oh hello, Mrs. Grant, I was just going out.

- I see, there is a young woman I wanted you to meet.

Can you join us for a moment?

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Grant, but I'm a bit late.

Can we make it another time?

- Oh, I'm sorry too, Margaret.

But no matter, I can arrange it for some other day

that's convenient for you.

I'm sure that you two

would get along just splendidly, my dear.

Now you'd better run along. - Goodbye.

- [Mrs. Grant] I'm sorry, Maria,

she's hurrying off somewhere.

I did want you to meet her.

- Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Grant, some other time.

You certainly have a lovely home.

- Thank you.

Shall we sit down?

Did you see the pictures of our place in the country?

- Oh yes, that's a beautiful place, Mrs. Grant.

- I'll take you there sometime.

Perhaps Margaret can come too.

- It would be fun.

- Yes, that would be fun, Maria, it's delightful.

The flowers, I do so love the country, I really do.

- Where is your place?

- Oh, it's out in the country.

I love the country, yes.

(engine revving)

- The driver said there was a girl named Biyanki

in some little town, which is near here.

So we'll try it, hold that.

The town's called Manziana, I marked it on the map.

The guy didn't know the address

but he said it's a small town

where everybody knows everybody.

- Two streets down, then turn right.

It'll be the third house.

- Third house. - Number six.

- Two down and turn right, thanks.

- Welcome.

The Craigs only ever hung out with Americans here in Rome

Only Americans ever came here

- Keep your fingers crossed. - Uh-huh.

- Hello, are you Miss Biyanki?

- No, I'm Mrs. Craig.

I used to be Miss Biyanki.

- Sarah Biyanki?

- Why no, Sarah is my sister.

- Can we talk to her?

- What do you want?

Sarah, isn't living here at this time.

Can I help you?

- Could you tell us where we could find her?

- I'm trying to find out something about my sister.

She used to live in the same house

that your sister did in the city.

- Is that the Grant house?

- Yes, that's right.

- Come in.

Sarah was always a high strung girl.

Even as a child,

She was talented.

She could paint quite well, but she, she was very unstable.

- That fits doesn't it?

- Yes.

People in trouble, one way or another

- She would get very depressed.

She was in and out of psychiatric offices.

I was always afraid she might,

well, as I said, she'd just get very depressed.

Wouldn't be able to work at a job or clean the house.

Or do anything except cry.

Or lie on her bed all day.

Nothing seemed to help her.

She was very unhappy, I guess.

Then she said she met some very wonderful people

and they were showing her the way at last.

- What did she mean by that?

- I really don't know,

some kind of mystical or spiritual experience.

It was perfect for Sarah, something exotic, off beat.

She wasn't out of her mind, you know,

she was just an unstable girl searching for something

and never finding it.

- But where is she now?

How can we talk to her?

- Well, like I said, she wasn't out of her mind.

She is now.

She's in an institution.

She hardly speaks and when she does,

she isn't very rational.

- How did this happen?

- [Mrs. Craig] We don't know.

She was found by a farmer one morning,

about 50 miles from here,

wandering along a country road Dreesed in a nightgown.

- Mrs. Craig, I know this may sound useless to you,

but could we see her?

I mean, you never know.

- You're wasting your time.

It isn't a pleasant experience.

- I know that, Mrs. Craig, but I've got to see her.

- Please.

- Well, all right.

I don't think it's wise however.

Allow me Miss

- Manziana, Mrs. Craig, this is where they found her,

near Manziana, right?

- Yes.

- The police could tell you nothing at all?

- They tried, I can't blame them, they tried.

Sarah, I have good news for you

- Sarah, you have company.

Your sister and her friends are here.

- She hasn't been responsive for the past few days.

Just stares out the window.

Why don't you try not to stay too long, might upset her.

- Sarah, how are you, dear?

There are some people who'd like to meet you.

Maybe you could help them.

Can you understand me, Sarah?

- Let me try.

Hello, Sarah.

My name is Margaret.

I'm living in the house that you used to live in, Sarah.

I need your help.

Do you remember Mrs. Grant or Frank?

Do you know a man by the name of Mr. Dreese?

Do you remember them?

Do you remember the house, room number two-A?

That was your room.

You do remember.

(grunting)

Don't you, they took you,

took you out to the country, didn't they?

Would you tell me where it is?

Where, Sarah?

- It's hopeless, you see.

- She's recalling something.

- You won't get much out of her, I told you that.

- That's an interesting painting, Sarah.

That house, is that the house they took you to, Sarah?

What did they do to you?

Something terrible, right?

"Their punishment shall match the evil in their souls." -F. S. Lopez

(screaming)

(tense music)

(whipping)

- What do you remember, Sarah? - We should go

Jack, look at those paintings.

The masked figure always appears.

- Yeah.

- Jack, that first night, when I had that nightmare

I saw a figure just like that, that cape, the hood and all.

I wasn't dreaming.

- Let's go, come on.

(glass breaking)

I'll never forget Sarah Biyanki.

What could they have done to make her like that?

- Something happened that pushed her mind

over the edge into madness.

- Margaret, it's too risky, it's too dangerous.

- It doesn't matter.

Jack, look, we must go on.

That masked man, the one who was in Sarah's paintings

was in my room.

We got to get to the bottom of this.

- How you doing? - I'm doing all right.

- See ya. - Young love, nothing like it.

(tense music)

- Jack, Jack!

(film flickering)

(Margaret screaming)

- Margaret, Margaret!

(lamp crashing)

(Margaret sobbing)

(blood squirting)

(glass breaking)

(intense music)

Help!

- Hey man, what's happening?

- Come on, help me.

- Sure. - Come on, man, hurry.

Thanks, here.

- Help me, let me out!

Oh Frank, Frank! - Be quiet.

- Please, get me out of here.

-I can't.

- Frank, you'll help me, won't you?

- You like me, you told me you did.

Remember when we walked in the park?

- I remember.

- Listen to me, Frank.

I want you to get me out of here.

They want to hurt me, maybe Kill me.

- That's not true.

- Yes, it is, Frank, it is true.

They've done it to others.

You're a nice man, Frank, and they're using you.

You can't help people by hurting them, that's crazy!

Frank, now look, I need your help.

I want you to save me.

-I can't.

I'm not supposed to be here.

I have to-- - Listen, Frank!

That man, that man, the one who was in

the mask and cape, who is he?

- I don't know.

- Frank, he's an insane killer.

He's crazy.

He hides behind that mask in order to,

in order to kill and maim.

Don't you see?

- I can't talk to you now.

I have to go.

I brought some clothes for you.

"The guilt of the soul is the joy of the law" -Torquemada

OK, I'll be right there

Hey, taxi!

(machine whirring)

(ominous music)

- I got here as fast as I could.

This is my friend, Willie.

Willie, this is Jack.

- Hey Jack. - Hi.

- Hey, where's the action?

- Manziana, you know it?

- That's about 30 miles. - Let's go.

(engine revving)

- I brought you something to eat.

- Can't eat, I'm scared.

- You eat, Margaret.

- Get me out of here, Frank!

- Eat something, Margaret.

Everything on the tree, everything.

(woman squealing)

- Adulteress.

- No.

(slapping)

You must be scourged.

- You will pay, in pain.

In pain.

- Wait, go the other way up the stairs, hurry.

- She won't go far, Frank.

(tense music)

- Frank!

(screaming)

- Come, my child.

(crying)

- Yes, I want to repent.

- To excoriate, to cleanse, that is our mission, child.

- Yes, yes, forgive me.

- Cleanse, that is our purpose.

- Yes, yes, forgive me, forgive me.

- There is no forgiveness, there is no forgiveness.

- We will cleanse your evil. - Help me, please.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Don't, don't hurt me.

- In pain, in fear, scourge!

- No, no, please, please.

Please, I'm sorry.

- Repent!

(screaming)

(tires screeching)

- What is this?

(punching)

Son of a!

Gimme a hand.

(speaker voice muffled)

(glass breaking)

- It really doesn't matter.

Nothing can save you now.

Evil must be dealt with in its own terms.

Remember, you can't get away from us.

- You tried to defy us.

It's too late now for you.

- You're crazy, all of you!

They'll come and get you, you want them to come and get you.

- It's too late, Margaret.

- It's too late for you.

If you live in flames, you will die in flames.

Isn't that the way it goes? - Enough!

- You're proud, Margaret, you will pay for your arrogances.

- As Frank did, Mrs. Grant, your own son!

What stories will you make up about him?

- Frank? - Yes.

His kindness was too much for you, wasn't it?

- Frank, what are you talking about?

- He's dead, Mrs. Grant!

- No! - Strangled to death.

- He betrayed us.

- Oh no, my own son! - Be quiet!

(flames roaring)

(screaming)

- Margaret!

- Oh Jack! - Margaret.

- It's horrible.

- Come on.

(evil laughing)

- Stop!

(tense music)

(glass breaking)

- Alicia!

(screaming)

Hey, carry this.

- Take these, will ya, Charlie? We're gonna walk home.

- You were wonderful.

- Thanks, Charlie, we'll see you later.

- Bye for now.

Well, [ still gotta find a place.

- [Frank] I guess so.

(horn honking)

(laughing)