All language subtitles for The.Little.Stranger.2018.INTERNAL.720p.BluRay.x264-AMIABLE-HI

(WATER DRIPPING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Hello?

- Who are you?
- I'm Dr. Faraday.

I was expecting Granger.

Roderick Ayres.

It's one of your maids,
I understand?

Huh. "One of our maids"?

I like that.

Down the steps
on your left.

My sister
will fill you in.

(GYP BARKING)

CAROLINE: Gyp. Gyp.

Sorry.

He thinks every stranger
has come to cut our throats

and make off with the last
silver spoon.

Dr. Faraday.
Dr. Granger's new partner.

Yeah? Caroline Ayres.

Betty's this way.

DR. FARADAY: Hmm.

Have you been sick
at all, Betty?

And is it a stabbing pain,
or a burning pain?

It's like a burning pain...

With stabs in it?

Right.

Let's have a look at you.

- Just relax.
- Ow!

Ow! Ow!

Could you leave us alone
for a minute, please, Miss Ayres?

Yes. Of course.

Come on, Gyp.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Well?

But I did feel poorly.

I did.

And I just thought
if I was bad enough...

That they might
send me home.

(SOBS)

What is it?

Is the work too hard?

Are they unkind to you?

Then what is it?

(GYP SNARLING)

Shh.

Nothing serious.
She'll be fine by tomorrow.

Ha.

Well, thank you.

There's one other thing.
It's a very big house.

Betty's alone down here
at night. I was...

These silly girls.

You've lived here all
your life, Miss Ayres.

Perhaps you could reassure Betty.
She's really awfully young.

Right.

Well, let's find Roderick.

You can tell him
how much we owe you.

Rod?

Roddie?

MRS. AYRES: How did you
find the patient, Doctor?

Mrs. Ayres.

Mother, this is Dr. Faraday.

He thinks we're brutes.

Little under the weather.

I imagine she'll be
quite well by tomorrow.

You'll observe
a change in Betty yet.

This house works on people.

Girls come here
like specks of grit.

Ten years later,
they leave as pearls.

I expect Dr. Faraday's thinking
Betty won't stick it out for 10 years.

Most girls would rather work in factories these days.
And who can blame them?

As it happens,
I was thinking of my mother.

She was a maid here,
before I was born.

MRS. AYRES: Well...

I do hope
she enjoyed her time.

Right, Roderick.

Come on, Gyp.

Wait here, please.

DR. FARADAY: The first
time I saw Hundreds Hall was July 1919.

An Empire Day fete,
the summer after The Great War.

I had passed by its gates
often enough,

never imagining they would
open to me,

a common village boy.

There was bunting and cake,
and all manner of games.

And, at the heart of it,
the Ayres family.

So happy and handsome
back then.

But it was the house itself,
still in its glory,

which somehow impressed
me terribly.

My mother had described
the place often.

But seeing it myself,
for the first time...

Nothing could have prepared
me for the spell it cast that day.

Aren't you smart?

Mummy.

PHOTOGRAPHER:
Nice and still, please.

It won't be
as bad as you think.

I sincerely hope you
aren't discussing supper.

(CHUCKLES)

The National Health Service.
ANNE: Ah.

Granger here
will be all right.

People like to look
up to their doctors.

Last thing they want
is one of their own.

Rubbish. They want
someone who'll do the job.

Besides, turns out you've
friends in high places.

Peter said you'd been
out to Hundreds.

- Can't believe I missed that call.
- How was it?

Place is a mess.

DR. GRANGER: I'd heard
they were pigging it.

Can't get tradesmen.
Too many unpaid bills.

Roderick handed me
the shillings as though they were his last.

ANNE: Poor boy.

One moment you're
an Air Force hero,

then captain
of a sinking ship.

DR. FARADAY: He's still
in a good deal of pain with his leg.

Night, Rod.

DR. GRANGER: There
was nervous trouble, too, apparently.

When he came back.
ANNE: Hardly surprising.

DR. FARADAY:
You didn't treat him?

DR. GRANGER: Family closed ranks,
very hush-hush about it.

ANNE: No, they brought Caroline
home to nurse him.

Rotten shame, really.

She was doing very well.
A commission in the WAAF, or the Wrens.

DR. GRANGER:
Awfully brainy girl.

MAN: Ho!

Whoa, there, now.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

Gyp!

(GYP BARKS)

Gyp! Come here!

What on earth do you
think you're doing?

DR. FARADAY:
I'm terribly sorry. Oh.

It's you.

I'm sorry.
I was racing a horse and cart.

Well, no harm done, eh.

At least he's alive
and kicking.

Here. I mean
to pay my fare.

What's wrong
with the patient you're visiting?

Whooping cough.
Try to call in twice a day.

(CHUCKLING) Goodness,
you must be rolling in it.

He's a club patient.

I treat the whole family
for a few shillings a year.

How's Betty?

Ah, Rod fixed her up
with a wireless.

Miracle cure.

Look, I meant to say, the day you came,
we were ghastly, weren't we?

- Not at all.
- No, no, no. We were.

We've lost
the trick of company.

Mother won't have guests
with the house so shabby.

Are your parents
still in the county?

My mother died some while ago.
Father just last year.

That's what brought
me back, in fact.

Come on, Gyp.
That's it.

(SIGHS)

- Are you sure you won't come up?
- That's kind, but...

Your patient.

Well, Rod will be awfully
jealous I had a ride.

He loves your car.

If you don't
mind my saying...

I'm surprised the RAF didn't
make a better job of patching him up.

Ah.

Well, I'm not sure
he wanted to be patched up.

Hmm.

Look, I know it's a cheek,
but could you talk to him?

- I'm not a psychological doctor.
- No, he might listen to you.

Sorry, shouldn't have asked.

DR. FARADAY:
The matter of his leg...

Might he be more open
to treatment for that?

Yes. I'll ask him.

Thank you.

Right. Come on, Gyp.
That's it.

RODERICK: Caroline
tells me this is a favor.

DR. FARADAY: Oh, no.

There's a mutual benefit.

You get the treatment
and I write it up.

See, the accepted wisdom

is that induction coils
are only good for fresh injuries,

but I've got a hunch.

Good Lord, it's like something
out of Frankenstein.

DR. FARADAY: It's not as dramatic
as it looks, I promise you.

So, you work
and sleep in here, then?

Yes, when I first came home,
I couldn't be doing with stairs.

I actually prefer it now.
Helps me keep on top of things, you know.

Difficult times
for estates like Hundreds.

With death duties
at 75%? I'll say.

Labor government
won't be happy

until we're begging for our
lives on street corners.

Perhaps you feel the same way.
I don't know.

Why would I?

No.

Do you mind?

RODERICK: Anyway, I'm selling
some land to the council.

Selling land?

Just some scrub
behind the sheep sheds.

Bring in some power
and water to the farm.

Make a big difference
to milking.

(BUZZING)

RODERICK: Christ.

Sit down, please.

It's actually a very
gentle sensation.

It might take away
a little of your pain.

- RODERICK: All right.
- May I?

Yes.

I wouldn't bother, except I'm
just so slow about the place.

Can't keep up
with the men.

Pretty foul, isn't it?

I've seen worse.

(RODERICK GROANS)

Not too bad, actually.

Sort of hotting up.

Huh.

(CHATTERING)

CAROLINE: You're a wizard,
Dr. Faraday.

I really don't know
how to thank you.

Perhaps you'd consider this
an act of restitution.

A long time ago,
as a grubby-kneed boy,

I snuck up
and stole something from this house.

- Really?
- One of your plaster acorns.

Oh.

But that's too funny.

DR. FARADAY: I don't
know what came over me.

I was such an obedient
boy, as a rule.

No, but Roddie and I have snapped off
hundreds of the silly twiddly things.

They were just
asking to be vandalized.

I wasn't intending
to vandalize.

I was overwhelmed
by admiration.

Like a man stealing a lock of hair
from the girl he's fallen blindly in love with.

Mother almost died of shame
when she found out.

Did she make
you own up?

Heavens, no. She burned
it in the grate.

(CHUCKLES)

We never spoke of it again,
but I don't think she ever forgave me.

Well, you're forgiven
now. I forgive you.

It is queer, isn't it?

That you were here
before Rod and me.

- There was a child here then.
- Susan.

CAROLINE: Susan died before I was born.
DR. FARADAY: Yes.

I'm afraid
I was horribly jealous of her.

She seemed to have
such a charmed existence.

One can't see into the future.
CAROLINE: Don't worry, Doctor.

We were all
jealous of Suki.

Not just you.

(RATTLING)

- CAROLINE: Swallow.
- (GYP BARKS)

They should be gone by now.

Are you off
back to Lidcote?

I've a patient in Edgworth,
another in Hawthend.

Why don't you cut across
and use the East gate?

It's much quicker.
Do you know the way?

I think so.

And look, would it help
to use the park sometimes?

As a shortcut?

Thank you.

DR. FARADAY:
The treatment continued

to yield results over
the weeks that followed,

and a kind of relationship
developed with poor Rod.

I saw, at close hand,
how utterly overwhelmed he was

by the business
of running Hundreds.

I couldn't help feeling
the house deserved better.

And my heart
went out to Caroline.

In many ways
so much more able,

forced to watch
its continued decline.

I resolved to help her
as much as I could.

Miss Ayres,
what brings you to town?

Doctor.

Rod and Mother are seeing
the solicitor about the land sale.

Thought I'd come
for the ride.

You never know when
I'll get another chance.

DR. FARADAY: So when she asked
if I would make up the numbers

at a small affair
to welcome new neighbors...

They've been invited over.
MRS. AYRES: Can we manage?

CAROLINE: Well,
we'll have to, won't we?

Oh.

Doctor, you'll come
too, won't you?

DR. FARADAY: It really did
seem the least I could do.

Hello?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

- Betty.
- (SHRIEKS)

I'm sorry, Doctor.

Let me help.

Everything's jumpy tonight.

CAROLINE: Betty?

Are you all right?

CAROLINE: Doctor.

Welcome.

DR. FARADAY: Forgive me.
I rang, but...

I'm afraid I've been
pinning the house back together.

So I see.

CAROLINE: My darling
brother's still in Lidcote,

arguing with the builder
about the land sale.

I do hope they're not
drinking to seal the deal.

Speaking of which,
help yourself.

If there are
any glasses left.

DR. FARADAY: Pay no attention.

And I think you look
very smart, Betty.

CAROLINE: Oh.

I should warn you...

The acoustics in this
room are uncanny.

Every word carries.

You, Miss Ayres,
look beautiful.

He hasn't touched
a drop yet, Gyp.

Pour for me,
too, would you?

MISS DABNEY: One would have hoped
the weather might have held off. Sadly, no.

BETTY: Mr. and Mrs. Rossiter and Miss...
MISS DABNEY: Dabney.

My dear.

- How are you?
- Quite well.

Edith, you look wonderful!

- Caroline.
- How nice to see you.

MR. ROSSITER: Good evening,
nice to see you.

MRS. AYRES: Perhaps you
know our Dr. Faraday?

Good evening.

MR. ROSSITER: Oh, I hope
no one's unwell?

MRS. AYRES: Oh no!

The doctor is a guest.

MR. ROSSITER: Ah! One of us.
(CHUCKLES)

Will Roderick be joining
us this evening?

DIANA: Gillian!

I hope no one minds.

- (GYP BARKS)
- (SHRIEKS)

Darling, it's only a dog.

This way, please.

Mr. and Mrs. Baker-Hyde
and Mr. Morley.

DIANA: Now behave.

You're not supposed
to be here.

DIANA: My mother
grew up here.

So I knew the area well,
as a child.

And, of course, my brother's
with us most weekends.

MRS. AYRES: Perhaps he
should move up here.

If only I didn't
have to work.

MRS. ROSSITER: What is it
you do, Mr. Morley?

TONY: I'm in the ad business.

An accountant?

No, advertising.

It's an American outfit.

Ah, America.

GILLIAN: Gyp, come here.

MRS. AYRES: Gentlemen,
please sit down.

- Thank you.
- Mr. Morley.

Dr. Faraday, would you be
a lamb and see if Roderick will join us?

Of course.

DIANA: Have you come
far this evening, Miss Dabney?

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

DR. FARADAY: Roderick?

DR: FARADAY: Roderick?

I'm not coming.

Tell Mother I'm sorry.

Look, Rod,
put your drink down.

Just get dressed.

You're the man
of the house.

I've told you...

I won't.

- For God's sake.
- I can't!

I've got a bad
feeling, Faraday.

A very bad feeling.

- Christ, don't you?
- Stop!

Stop that nonsense.
Stop it at once.

Now get dressed.

- Have you traveled much?
- Well, I wanted to.

GILLIAN: Gyp, wait!

Why won't he come
and play with me?

He won't stay still.

Well, perhaps you
should stay still.

PETER: Gillian, darling...

MRS. AYRES:
Goodness, is that allowed?

Well, I don't believe in rules
just for the sake of them.

Breeds all
sorts of neuroses.

You don't want them
getting a complex.

I never go to bed
before midnight.

And I once smoked
a cigarette.

I hardly think Dr. Faraday
would approve of that.

No, but then my mother
was very hot on rules.

And it hasn't done
him any harm.

Gillian, look at that
beautiful piano.

TONY: It's a spinet,
you Philistine.

Actually, it's a Flemish
virginal.

DIANA: Do play us something, Tony.
GILLIAN: Gyp.

As long as it's not
too old and fragile.

GILLIAN: Come on.

Let's see.

GILLIAN: See?

Gillian, dear, please leave
that poor dog alone.

Where is Roderick?

He'll be with us shortly.

He's rather overdone
it at the farm.

(TONY PLAYING VIRGINAL)

DIANA: What a lovely sound.
MRS. ROSSITER: It is, isn't it?

It's very light.

GILLIAN: That's it.

(ALL CHATTERING)

PETER: He does play awfully well.
MRS. ROSSITER: Yes, he does.

GILLIAN: Such a gentle dog.

I had no idea the son
was so bad.

That why they
keep you on hand?

I'm a guest here,
like you.

I don't know, pal.

I'm just making up the numbers while my wife
and our hostess try matchmaking.

I don't like their chances.

Tony may be a prize ass,
but he likes a pretty face.

(GILLIAN SCREAMS)

(SCREECHING)

- Gillian.
- (GILLIAN SCREAMS)

PETER: What is it?

DIANA: Gillian!
CAROLINE: Gyp, come back!

You can't mean
to treat her here?

DR. FARADAY: It's nine miles
to the nearest hospital.

DR. FARADAY: Open the door.

Open the door!

Clear the table.

(GILLIAN GROANS)

- It's all right. Hold her still.
- Please!

Betty, I need boiling water.

Hold her still.
DIANA: Please!

(GILLIAN CRYING)

DR. FARADAY: Just hold
that there. Hold that there.

DIANA: Shh! Darling! Shh!

Mrs. Baker-Hyde
might want to wait upstairs.

- DIANA: No, I'm staying!
- Diana, do as he says!

Diana, honey, come on.

Betty, make sure
they're getting blankets.

Bloody dog should be shot!

Shh! Keep her still.

MR. ROSSITER:
I'm doing my best, Doctor.

PETER: Stay still, stay still.

There's a good girl.

The child will be terribly
marked, won't she?

I don't understand
why they had to bring her.

Surely they have
a nurse or a governess.

Probably think a governess
will give her a complex.

She'll have a complex
now, won't she?

Oh, Caroline.

Good night.

(DOOR OPENS)

I tried to tell you. Didn't I?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Miss Caroline's downstairs.

Came as soon
as you could, then?

We might have
taken this to court.

You know, I should have
found the money somehow.

With the child so injured,
it wouldn't be decent.

Take him.

Everything else has gone,
why not take him, too?

Caroline.

(CRIES) Get away,
you stupid dog.

God.

Shh.

Shh.

Good dog.

Walk away, Faraday.

Distance yourself from
the whole damn mess.

The leg treatment must
be almost finished.

Write up what
you've already done.

Surely that's enough?

Seriously, people
like the Ayres...

They'll run you
bloody ragged if you let them.

Yes,

the problem is your heart,
Mrs. Ravensdale.

It's not doing
its job properly,

and that's causing
the shortness of breath and the swelling.

Couldn't be something
I've eaten?

I'm afraid not.

John?

Mrs. Evans.
Come through, please.

Alfie, come on.

RODERICK: (AT DISTANCE)
Meakins, we just got started.

We'll make a bloody day of it!
We'll make...

(GLASS BREAKING)

Damn it.

- Leave it. Leave it!
- (GLASS BREAKING)

Go on.

Go on, I'll catch you up.

MAN: He's had enough,
hasn't he?

RODERICK: Blasted thing.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

So...

Hmm.

I just signed the contract
with Babb, you see.

The land sale?

That is good news.

Yes.

Yes, we ought to
hang out the flags.

The men are cock-a-hoop,
of course.

How are the mighty fallen.

Eh?

Just think how much better
things will be now.

Hmm.

But they won't.

Come on.
I'm sure they will.

Don't say that, Faraday.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

I should catch them up,
it's my round.

You'd be surprised how much
of my job is just listening to people.

- Hell.
- Rod.

Why don't you tell
me what's going on?

I've been
concerned about you.

- You wouldn't believe me.
- Of course I will.

And I'm a doctor.

Anything you tell me
is in the strictest confidence.

There's a thing
in that house.

A thing?

RODERICK: It hates me.

It always has.

And ever since that
awful night with the girl...

DR. FARADAY: Go on.

RODERICK: It wants me gone.

I'm telling you.

BETTY: Dr. Faraday.

MRS. AYRES: Oh.

Doctor.

Were we expecting you?

Forgive me. I was visiting
a patient in the area.

We've had a leak in the morning room.
Got in the cupboards.

MRS. AYRES: My brothers.

Doctor, look.

Within six months of this,
the fighting had started and they were lost.

Suki.

Like sweethearts, she and I.

You're right to be touched
by this scene, Doctor.

This was my little girl's
last happy day.

By night, she was already
quite ill.

Mother, I've boxed up
some old books to give to the Red Cross.

I wonder if Dr. Faraday
might take them to Lidcote in his car.

Of course.

CAROLINE: Betty.

I...

- I feel awkward coming...
- No, don't.

I'm so glad you did.

I've just seen
Rod in Lidcote.

Oh, God, is he
in a bad way?

I'm concerned about
his state of mind.

You're not the only one.

Last night he came
up to my room so upset.

He said he could smell smoke.

But I couldn't
smell anything.

- It's like there's a hoodoo on him.
- It's nothing like that.

War shock.

We must keep it
from Mother.

The land sale's already
too much to bear.

I'm inclined
to agree.

God knows how she'll
cope when Babb knocks down the wall.

Why on earth would Babb need
to knock down a wall?

Well, they wouldn't
take the pasture.

Didn't Rod say?

They'd only take
the grass snake field.

Surely you can't mean
to break up the park?

There must be
some alternative.

Believe me,
he tried.

- The sale must be stopped.
- What?

Rod's not of sound mind.

- This can be overturned.
- Ah!

RODERICK: Doctor.

What's he been telling you?

That I'm cracked?

No, of course not, Roddie.

So much
for confidentiality.

Rod. Rod, I hadn't understood
about the land sale.

Rod, this is terribly serious.
RODERICK: Damn right.

The mob will be
at our door any moment.

Cutlasses between their teeth.

You ought not
to worry, Doctor.

You are from pirate stock.
CAROLINE: Rod.

RODERICK: Oh, yes.

- There'll be tricks tonight.
- For God's sake, look at yourself.

You're afraid.

You can feel it.

Can't you?

I'm sorry, Rod's in no fit state
to be making irrevocable decisions.

You can feel it now.

Can you feel it?

I'm going to ask Dr. Granger
for a second opinion.

God damn, who the fucking
hell are you?

This is my house and I'll
do as I like with the damn place,

and it isn't any
business of yours!

What are you
doing here?

You're not part
of this family.

You are no one!

- Now get out!
- Rod, please don't.

Get out of my house!

RODERICK: Please leave us.

What do you want?

Get away from me, please!

I've tried to warn
them, I've tried!

They wouldn't listen
to me, please!

You've got to leave!

Just leave us, please!

Betty?
RODERICK: Get away from me.

Betty!

CAROLINE: Roddie,
open the door. Roddie!

DR. FARADAY: I should never
have left him here last night.

You placed your trust in me.
I let you down.

- I shan't do so again.
- (MRS. AYRES COUGHS)

DR. FARADAY:
Rod, Dr. Warren's here.

I'm sorry, Caroline.

It's too strong for me.

DR. FARADAY: Rod.

(RODERICK COUGHS)

RODERICK: A trip in a Humber.
What a treat.

That's good.

(DISHES CLATTERING)

Mrs. Ayres.

CAROLINE: Hmm.

I hope
it's not too dry.

Looks perfect.

Caroline.

It does seem a shame
Betty isn't here.

But how nice for her
father to have her home for Christmas.

Aren't you smart?

CAROLINE: Thanks
for coming today.

We'd have never survived these
last few months without you and Betty.

Would have been a grim day
with Rod's chair empty.

DR. FARADAY: Christmas is generally grim
for aging bachelors.

I was very glad
of an invitation

that didn't make me
feel like a charity case.

Lord, no.
We're the charity case.

You were looking
at the photograph?

Hmm.

You know I'm in it?

No!

Oh. Where?

(CHUCKLES)

Where? I can't see you.

DR. FARADAY: That's
the shoulder of my jacket.

CAROLINE: Ah!
Upstaged by Susan.

Just like the rest of us.

It was a grand day otherwise.

Shall we have
tea to warm up?

Yes. And why
don't I make it?

You stay there.

Doctor's orders.

SUSAN: Tom! Come inside!

Sidney.

DR. FARADAY: The house
itself was out of bounds, of course.

But as luck would have it,
Mother still had friends among the staff.

And so, miraculously,
it came to pass.

I was admitted.

I'm afraid I was spoiled thoroughly,
and given the most fantastic treats.

It was any small boy's dream.

(BELL RINGING)

It made me feel, just for that moment,
a part of the life of the house.

Perhaps that explains,
to some degree, at least,

what happened next.

My smart clothes that day
were all borrowed or begged.

But there, in that grand hall filled
with marvelous things,

I could not help imagining
that I belonged.

A proper little gentleman.

Of course,
I was no such thing.

SUSAN: What are you
doing there?

Get over here!
What are you doing?

DR. FARADAY: I left behind
all such ambitions that day.

I don't want to hear
a word out of you.

Come with me right now!

DR. FARADAY: Funny...

A small thing,
so many years ago,

yet the memory's quite fresh.

Sit up, please, Alan.

Hmm?

Chin up.

Now, let's see if there's
been any improvement.

Open, if you can.

Open.

MRS. BLUNDELL: Can you
see who it is, Alan?

(CHUCKLES)

Well, well, well.

MRS. BLUNDELL: How wonderful.

- MRS. BLUNDELL: Thank you.
- Good.

Good Lord.

(CHUCKLES) Twenty-four houses
in both fields.

Most of them
already spoken for.

What a terrible shame.

I don't know.

People have
to live somewhere.

- BABB: Dr. Faraday.
- Mr. Babb.

I knew you'd be
down, Miss Ayres.

(CHUCKLES) Every day
like clockwork.

She puts my
foreman to shame.

CAROLINE: I've promised
Dr. Faraday the tour.

Right, well.
Come on, then.

So.

A lounge...

A fitted kitchen,
gas stove, electric points.

Bathroom with a built-in tub.

Gosh.

Think what a difference
this would make to people.

BABB: There'll be
nothing to beat these...

You're right
about the houses.

My mother
would've liked one.

She might be alive
and living in one,

if she hadn't worked herself
into an early grave

to get me an education.

CAROLINE: I'm sure she
was very proud of you.

Your father, too.

DR. FARADAY: All I learned
was to be ashamed of them.

God, what an utter
wet blanket I'm being.

You must be wishing
I hadn't called by. (CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)
No, not at all.

I'm grateful.

I get so lonely sometimes
without Roddie.

These short days
don't help.

Make me wanna get out.

- Out where?
- Well, I'm not fussy.

You know, just to be where
people are for a while.

DR. FARADAY: When you say
you're not fussy...

(PLAYING FESTIVE MUSIC)

Right. I want
all the scandal.

Who's killed
the most patients,

which doctors are going to bed
with which nurses.

- Faraday.
- Bland.

You can't be thinking
of taking that down unadulterated?

Here.

Fresh from the test tube.

- I don't...
- Okay.

(CHUCKLING)

Cheers.

Faraday. Well done
on that paper of yours.

Hope it goes down
well in London.

Thank you, Hewitt.
That's kind of you.

Goodness,
you're quite the somebody.

- London.
- Not at all.

And I haven't even accepted
the invitation yet.

Gosh.
Why wouldn't you?

Come on, let's find you
someone to dance with.

No, no, no.

They'll all be longing
for a turn with some pretty young nurse.

You and I can dance,
can't we?

Mmm-hmm.

I suddenly feel nervous.

Close your eyes.

- You dance very well.
- You, too.

My father taught me
when I was small.

Am I talking too much?

Talk all you like.

CAROLINE: What are you
grinning about?

- You look like a dancer in a contest.
- (CHUCKLING)

Have they pinned
a number to your back?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

CAROLINE: There's Dr. Seeley.

Look at his bow tie.

Whiz me round
so you can take a look.

You do know
his nickname's "The Octopus"?

Always terribly keen
to give girls a lift home.

Hands everywhere.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(ALL APPLAUDING)

DR. GRANGER: Faraday!

Ah!

- Caroline, you know David Granger.
- Yes.

- Hello.
- And this is Anne Granger.

- Caroline Ayres. You, too.
- Lovely to meet you.

Let me introduce our friend...
CAROLINE: Brenda?

I can't believe it!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

CAROLINE: Brenda and I knew each other
years ago, back in the war.

How are you?

No introduction required.

Good to see Caroline
out and about.

She's a super girl.

BLAND:
Ladies and gentlemen,

please take the floor
for Paul Jones.

- Come with me?
- Okay.

- BLAND: Now, don't be shy.
- Here's your chance to join her.

- Come on.
- Come on, Faraday.

- In for a penny.
- All right.

BLAND:
Ladies on the outside.

Oh! Gosh, hello.

(FAST-PACED MUSIC PLAYING)

This is murder.

Oh!

Right. Hello, Seeley,
how are you?

- You're looking as pretty as a picture.
- Thank you.

BLAND: Here we go.

(FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

ALL: Hey! Hey!

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

ALL: Hey! Hey!

(CAROLINE LAUGHING)

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Nights like this
I feel my age.

Good dancer,
Caroline Ayres.

She's got hips, and she knows
what to do with them.

Pity she hasn't
the looks to match.

Don't let that stop you.

Girl like that
needs an outlet.

Oh. Come on!

Everyone knows how much
time you've been spending out there.

Do they indeed?

I'm telling you, Faraday,
make your move tonight.

Before that fool
in the horn-rimmed glasses makes his.

Valerie! Darling!

Have you been ignoring me?

Shall I light you one?

I can light my own.

Come on. Let me.

Like they do
in the pictures.

No, no, no.
Hands on the wheel.

It's icy, remember.

(CAROLINE CHUCKLES)

There.

Don't much like Brenda.

DR. FARADAY: I'd never
have guessed.

She thought you and I
were at it, you know.

I hope you put
her swiftly right.

Did you?

I told her the truth.

A friend of the family
being kind.

God. My feet are perished.

Ugh.

(CAR BOUNCING)

Oh.

It's not long now.

I don't wanna go home.

Take me somewhere
else, can't you?

It's past 2:00.

Go for a walk?

In dancing shoes?

CAROLINE: Please, Faraday.

I don't want
to go home yet.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

CAROLINE: Oh, my God.

Sorry, sorry. I can't,
can't, can't...

DR. FARADAY: For God's sake.

- I thought you wanted to.
- So did I.

- I can't.
- Wait!

Caroline, please.
Caroline, wait!

DR. FARADAY: After
approximately 15 minutes

of the current
being applied to the leg,

the patient's pulse rate rose,
as had been anticipated,

and there was a slight fall
in blood pressure.

There was no pain associated
with the procedure, and afterwards,

a marked increase in general
mobility of the joint was observed.

The positive effects
diminished over time...

Yes, we've got some really
interesting work here.

You should think
about staying on.

I'm flattered
they asked, but...

- So, where did you train?
- Up in Birmingham.

Stayed on there
for a while,

then got seconded
to a military hospital in Plymouth,

after we pulled
out of Dieppe.

- Must have been busy.
- Hellish.

I'm at a practice
in Warwickshire now.

It's a backwater, really.

Cheers.

So, are you
a family man, or...

No.

Well, for heaven's sake.

Move to London.
What's stopping you?

Charles, don't you think
Faraday should move to London?

CHARLES: I think
it's a fine idea. Yeah.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING
ON RECORD PLAYER)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Yes?

(MUSIC STOPS)

Welcome back.

DR. FARADAY:
Is everything all right?

Absolutely. Just...

Curious about how it went.
Bright lights, all that.

Yes.

Interesting.

(CHUCKLES)

Sorry.

Rather a difficult
first day back.

Thirteen-year-old over
in Illescote. Pregnant.

- Till the father beat it out of her.
- God. Grim.

- Sorry, Faraday.
- One feels so useless.

I rather wonder
why I bothered coming back.

DR. GRANGER: Don't say that.

I missed you.

And Caroline called
a couple of days ago.

Mrs. Ayres had some kind of...

Well, turn.

They weren't awfully
forthcoming about it.

I couldn't find much
wrong with her.

- You went to Hundreds?
- I did.

DR. GRANGER: I tell you, I couldn't
leave fast enough.

I feel for Caroline,
stuck out there.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

She's the best of the bunch
by a mile.

- CAROLINE: Doctor, I want...
- Miss Ayres.

Can we please start again?

So, tell me
what happened?

Don't really know.

I feel silly now.

We don't come in here often,
you know, not anymore.

But we were checking for leaks
and we heard a...

It sounds stupid, but we heard
a sort of knocking sound.

Down there.

CAROLINE: We found
these marks.

You know, I thought
it must've been that little girl, at first.

But Betty cleaned up,
you know, after.

She would have noticed.

They won't come off.

That's not all.

Mother was woken by something
in the night.

She thought a bird had got in.

She called Betty and they
searched her dressing room for it.

BETTY: I love this one.

MR. AYRES: That was my favorite
when I was your age. Go on, try it! (LAUGHS)

BETTY: Okay.

Oh, Dr. Faraday,
look at us.

Wait, now.

Betty, come on.

BETTY: Madam, shall I?

The doctor disapproves
of our frivolity.

DR. FARADAY: I'm happy to see you
looking so well.

Caroline told me
you'd been unsettled.

Ah! You mean
after my discovery?

Might I see?

MRS. AYRES: Suki.

After all this time, I didn't suppose there
was much trace of her left.

Your mother's heart rate's a little elevated.
It's hardly surprising.

Otherwise,
she's in perfect health.

For God's sake, Faraday.

Right. Shall I explain
what happened?

Look.

The marks downstairs
you found by accident, yes?

But they triggered a buried
memory for your mother.

So, she remembered the others.

And the new marks today?

They're not new.

Those marks,
whilst disturbing, even I felt that,

- they're nothing more than they appear.
- What about the knocking sound?

It's the heating pipes,
I imagine.

We haven't had
the heating on for months.

Then the pipes
contracting in the cold.

Caroline, you mustn't let
this business get inside you.

It can all be explained.

(SIGHS)
Faraday...

I'm so glad you're here.

When I'm alone,
I can't tell anymore.

Whenever you go away,
something horrible happens.

Dear girl.

There's some talk
of my going back.

Permanently.

To live in London?

I should have to think about
what I was leaving behind.

Huh. Not much.

Lidcote would seem
like a bad dream in no time.

I meant in terms
of you and me.

Look, Faraday, that time
in the car, I...

I behaved like a fool.

- I was the fool.
- No.

Caroline, I've missed you.

I've missed you
like hell. God.

What a bloody idiot
you've made of me.

I shouldn't
have left you.

I won't do it again.

Look.

You perfect child.

There'll be no more of this sort of thing,
you know, once we're married.

You're not a skivvy.

- Faraday...
- Just say yes, Caroline.

Just say yes.

Hmm?

What this house needs
is a big dose of happiness.

CAROLINE: It's done.

(DISHES CLANKING)

DR. FARADAY: We haven't announced it
formally yet because Caroline's shy.

And there's the question
of Mrs. Ayres.

Have you told her?

DR. FARADAY: We didn't want to worry
her before we'd clarified our plans.

Do you think
she'll approve?

I think she'll
be delighted.

Well, it's terrific news.
Congratulations.

What are you up to?

Writing to Roderick.

Have you told him?
About us?

(CHUCKLES)

Betty could come
in any moment.

She'll have to get used to
catching us kissing.

She'll be bringing us
eggs and bacon in bed in the mornings.

But if we were married,
it wouldn't be here.

You wouldn't rather live
above the surgery?

We can hardly
abandon your mother.

You can't think
she'll accept us living with her.

- In any case, what about London?
- London?

I turned down the position
to stay here with you.

- You never said you did that.
- I thought it was obvious. Look...

Don't worry
about your mother.

She'll come around.

- She won't.
- She will. She'll have to.

(DOOR OPENS)

Betty, what are you
doing here?

Well, you rang
for me, Miss.

I did not. It must
have been Mother.

Well, Mrs. Ayres is upstairs.
It was this bell that rung.

CAROLINE: Rang itself, did it?

- I dunno, but...
- Go and see what she wants.

BETTY: Oh, and by the way,
all the water's gone brown.

Babb must have
hit a pipe.

You have it your
way, for now.

I'll go and check on Babb.

(BELL RINGING)

Told you. Dining room.

See?

Mother might
have woken up.

Go and see
if she needs anything.

(BETTY SIGHING)

(BELL RINGING)

Betty.

That was Mother's bedroom.

Damn it, come on.

Oh.

Mice.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

What's all this noise?

Mice.

There's some poison at the farm.
I'll run and get some.

Nursery.

It's just them
mice, madam.

Come.

Come, come listen.

What do you hear?

I dunno.

We must check upstairs.

Well, let's wait
for Miss Caroline.

Madam, wait.

Please, let's wait
for Miss Caroline.

You stay if you like.

What have I to fear
in a nursery?

(METAL CLINKING)

Susan?

(HISSING)

(EXCLAIMS)

Betty? Betty. Betty.

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

Betty, unlock the door.

Betty! Unlock the door!

Betty.

- (POUNDING AT DOOR)
- (GASPS)

(SCREECHING)

(CREAKING)

(GASPS)

(POUNDING AT DOOR)

(SCREAMS)

Caroline!

(DOOR CLOSES)

Rod was right.

There's something in this
house that hates us.

- DR. FARADAY: That's nonsense, Caroline.
- No, we're so changed.

From even a year ago.

I knew this house had
summat bad. I told you.

When did you tell him?

The first time I felt it.

- Mrs. Ayres believes me.
- You told Mrs. Ayres?

She said it was a ghost
and not to worry.

It wouldn't do no harm.

No harm?

Does this look like
"no harm" to you, Betty?

No one's blaming
you, Betty.

You've been very brave.

- MRS. AYRES: I failed her.
- Shh!

My beautiful girl.

I wanted her
so desperately,

but when she came,

I was afraid.

Mrs. Ayres, your mind
is playing tricks.

You need to rest.

I'm not an invalid.

I'm the doctor here.

You must allow me to decide
who the invalids are.

And you must remember
whose house this is.

Stop.

Stop, please.

I'm so sorry, Mama.

What have you
to be sorry for?

Difficult job?

Seeley.

Routine tonsillectomy.

I made
a pig's ear of it.

Yes, well, it's too
many night calls.

I know the feeling.

Are you finished
for the day?

I just feel things
are out of control.

This business seems
almost contagious.

I was medical officer
at a girls' school for a while.

One time,
there was this fashion for fainting.

Girls going down
like ninepins.

- Eventually, their mistresses too.
- That's just it.

I don't know
where it will end.

Caroline's begun to believe
there's something supernatural involved.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Some malevolent force in the house.

It's madness,
I know, but...

I am beginning
to wonder myself.

What exactly
are you saying?

We all subscribe
to the general principle

of a conscious personality
with a sort of dream-self attached.

DR. SEELEY: You're suggesting
this subconscious self could somehow...

DR. FARADAY: Detach
under sufficient pressure.

Become mischievous.
Or malign.

DR. SEELEY: Acting out
all the nasty impulses

the conscious mind
wants hidden?

Isn't that the old theory
of the poltergeist?

- Oh, God.
- (CHUCKLES)

There isn't an ounce
of science in it.

No, no, no. Not so fast.

You might be
on to something.

Hmm.

What if science has yet
to find a way to measure such things?

Look at my
fainting females.

It is generally women
at the root of this stuff, of course.

Don't they have some
young housemaid?

Stuck out at Hundreds,
no one to flirt with?

Betty's a child, still.

DR. SEELEY: Children are capable
of the most intense desire.

Thank you
for walking me.

I'm very much enjoying it.

You know,
I'm never left alone.

I suppose that's
on your orders.

No matter.

I have something
I want to say,

before Caroline
gets back.

You must take her
away from here.

- I shall do no such thing.
- Yes.

Leave Susan and me
alone together.

Susan is a memory.
We've agreed that, haven't we?

How innocent you are.

She's with me all the time.

- She's here with me now.
- Please stop this.

She belongs here.
You do not.

Mrs. Ayres...

What is it?

How did you do this?

My little girl is upset.

Could you take
this off, please.

Sit down.

The cords were cut.
Don't you remember?

When Susan was playing
such tricks on us.

Let me see.

Stop. Stop. Stop it.

(GRUNTING)

Stop. Stop. Betty! Stop!

Stop!

I'm going to
check on her.

Let her sleep.

She's still under
the Veronal.

I'd like to bring in
a psychiatrist.

First Roddie,
now her.

- How long before it's my turn?
- That's absurd.

My mother would rather die than bring
any more shame upon this family.

I won't abandon her
to her delusions

- for the sake of class pride.
- No, Faraday.

Do you understand?

I forbid it.

(THUDDING)

CAROLINE: Faraday!

Did you lock her in?

What?

CAROLINE: Mother.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Mother, open the door.

DR. FARADAY: Mrs. Ayres.

What have you
done, Mama?

What have you done?

What have you done?

(HEAVY BREATHING)

PRIEST: Like as a father pitieth
his own children.

Even so, is the Lord merciful
unto them that fear him.

For he knoweth whereof
we are made.

He remembereth that
we are but dust.

We mean to ask Caroline
to come and stay with us.

Well, she can't be allowed to remain
all alone in that unhappy house.

She isn't all alone.

She has me.

You've been very
brave today, Rod.

Get Caroline out.

She'll be next.

It's all right.

(DOOR CLOSES)

No, no, I've lots to sort out
but I'll be absolutely fine.

CISSIE: We had such fun
here in the old days.

I used to visit quite often,

but unfortunately my health
hasn't allowed that lately.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm afraid I can't remember
your name, Doctor.

- Faraday.
- Ah!

(CHUCKLES)

No.

I don't believe my sister
ever mentioned you.

I've been watching you.

That can't have been
terribly interesting.

It must be late.
You should go.

Not until you
eat something.

I couldn't.

You must.

I will eat, I promise.
But later.

Thank you for today.

Caroline.

Tell me just one thing.

When may we be married?

Please, I'm so tired.

I want to be here with you.

I've been patient,
haven't I?

But so soon after
Mother's death, I...

She'd want to know
you were being looked after.

A month is long enough
to sort everything out.

- But we've so much to discuss.
- I know.

You'll need bridesmaids,
something to wear.

No, I don't want a fuss.
I have plenty of dresses.

Six weeks.

From today.

Yes.

Yes, all right.

Yes?

Can you please
just let me sleep?

The last time I sat down
to eat at this table, Betty,

I was eight years old.

My mother was with me,

standing just over there.

That's a funny thought.

I never guessed
I'd be back here, like this.

I wish she'd
lived to see it.

My father too.

My father wants me
to go back home.

He's on at me
something terrible.

You and I are all
Miss Caroline has left.

I need you to help
look after her.

Well, he thinks there's a curse
on the house after...

Madam.

I think we all feel
a little bit that way.

Miss Caroline says that
I should sleep upstairs now.

I think she's frightened
by herself.

What if I told you that she
wouldn't be by herself much longer?

That Miss Caroline
were soon to be married?

Married.

Hmm.

Oh! (CHUCKLES)

Doctor. When?

Very soon.

And I'm going
to need your help.

DR. FARADAY: I brought
something for you to copy.

You say
the lady's indisposed.

Will she be able to walk?

Yes.

It's nothing serious.

Caroline.

Cooped up inside on this lovely day.
You'll be absolutely kippered.

This is flying in the face
of convention, I know, but...

I had it made to match
one of your others.

Betty helped.

We've been quite
the secret agents.

There'll be something for your
head and hands too, of course.

And lastly...

- This was my mother's.
- Sorry, I can't do this.

Forgive me.

I've sprung it on you.

We'll look at these later.
Or in private if you'd prefer?

No, I mean, I can't
do any of it.

I can't marry you.

- Caroline...
- I'm sorry.

I like you very much,

and I'm so grateful but I...

DR. FARADAY: Darling,
you're confused.

- No, I'm seeing very clearly.
- Please...

- You're tired.
- Stop saying that.

Sometimes I think you
want me to be tired.

You know I want
you to be happy.

And I can't be happy
if I marry you.

We don't have to be husband
and wife right away, if that's the problem.

(GROANS) Can't you see?

This whole thing between us
has never been real.

I'm going away.

I've put the estate
up for sale.

You can't, it's not
yours to sell.

CAROLINE: Hepton's already
drawn up the papers.

I've had power of attorney
since Rod was first ill.

When he gets better
he can join me.

Join you where?

I'll go up to London
as soon as I can, and then...

- Canada, or America.
- Canada.

But I will go.

Before it's too late.

Anne, I'm sorry, do you think
David could take my evening surgery?

No, it's rather a violent
stomach thing, I'm afraid.

I really would
be most grateful.

Thank you.

DR. FARADAY: The next few
days were a sort of blur.

A bad dream from which
I was slow to wake.

Hundreds Hall was lost to me.

As was Caroline.

There was, no doubt,
fun at my expense in Lidcote.

That would teach me
to look outside my class.

I did, for a time,
consider leaving, but...

A man cannot outrun himself.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

MAN: Doctor!

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Doctor Faraday!

(MAN COUGHS)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(COUGHS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(HITS CAR)

(THUDDING)

(CREAKING)

(THUDDING AND CREAKING)

(SIGHS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(DOOR OPENS)

DR. GRANGER: The call came
sometime around 3:00.

It was Betty.

In a dreadful state.

Wanting you, I suppose,
but the exchange passed her to me.

House call in Edgworth.

DR. GRANGER: It would
have been instant.

There's nothing you
could have done.

USHER: The Court calls
Miss Elizabeth Walker.

We went to bed early that
night, Miss Ayres and me.

We'd been cleaning
all day, we were tired.

And did Miss Ayres seem
to you to be in low spirits?

Not at all.

She was happy.
Looking forward to leaving.

RIDELL: So you went to your
room and you heard nothing more until...

BETTY: About half past two.
Creak on the stairs.

At first, I was frightened.

RIDELL: Frightened because?

BETTY: Big house, sir,
and sometimes...

Well, it's lonely and dark.

Then I realized the steps
were Miss Ayres.

Her room was just opposite
so I wasn't worried then.

Except...

RIDELL: Except?

BETTY: Except they were going up
to the second floor.

There's no reason
to go up there.

It's empty, it's locked up.

(THUDDING AND CREAKING)

And then I heard her stop...

And make a sound.

You.

You.

(GASPS)

(BETTY BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BETTY SOBS)

Caroline.

BETTY:
There's been an accident!

Miss Caroline.

RIDELL: Dr. Faraday?

Dr. Faraday?

Would you support a verdict of suicide
whilst of unsound mind?

I believe, based on my dealings with Miss Ayres
in the last weeks of her life,

that her mind had
become clouded.

Her death may indeed
have been a suicide.

RIDELL:
Thank you, Dr. Faraday.

(WIND BLOWS)

DR. FARADAY: The first time I saw
Hundreds Hall was July 1919.

I'd passed by its gates
often enough,

but never imagined they would
open to me, a common village boy.

The whole world of Hundreds
impressed me terribly.

My mother had
described it often.

But nothing could have prepared me
for the spell it cast that day.