All language subtitles for Die! Die! My Darling! (1965) ENG. subs

Still feel like you're on a ship?

A little.

I'll drop this film off,
then we'll go to my flat...

...and you can rest before dinner.
Tonight I'll show you London.

Pat, if you're worried about
staying in my flat...

...we can book you into a hotel
until we're married.

Oh, no, it's not that.

- It's Stephen's mother.
-Mrs. Trefoile?

I've been meaning to tell you something
since we left New York.

Just before we sailed I received a letter
asking if I was coming to England.

And?

Well, I wrote her back saying I was.

- On a holiday. I didn't mention you.
-That's nice.

Well, I didn't see any
point in upsetting her.

All right. You wrote back, and...?

- Now, don't shout.
-l'm not shouting.

I told her I'd go see her.

I want to go before we get settled.

Alan, I want to start a
completely new life with you.

I don't want any part
of that other life hanging over us.

And it will if I don't see
Stephen's mother now.

- Now?!
-You're shouting.

Come on, out of the car. You're
going to meet my producer, Oscar.

Alan, you're not listening to me.

I'm not listening,
because you're talking nonsense.

- It's not nonsense.
-Would you mind taking my briefcase?

Alan.

Alan, I was engaged to her son.

- After he died, it's only fair that--
-It's only fair to forget all about him.

I don't think I can forget all about
him. Not until I see his mother.

- Alan, hello!
-Hi!

Great to see you back.
Let me help you.

Hello, you must be Patricia.

- Hello.
-How do you do?

- You haven't lost your eye.
-Come on, love.

Alan, I told you...

- Darling, please.
-l'll just take the stuff up.

What are you trying to do?

I told you I'm going to
visit Mrs. Trefoile.

If you'll give me the keys, I'll visit her
for an hour and be back this evening.

But it's too far,
you'll have to stay overnight.

I won't even stay with her.
I'll get a room in a pub.

I'll be back tomorrow at noon, then.

And if I order you not to?

Are you going to give me the
keys or do I take a bus?

- You can drive?
-As well as you can.

It is not automatic. Use the clutch!

-L'm Patricia Carroll.
-Come in.

Ms. Carroll's here, Mrs. Trefoile.

Mrs. Trefoile?

My dear Ms. Carroll.
What a pleasure to welcome you.

- Thank you.
-Any trouble getting here?

No, people were very kind.

I trust your companion and your
servant have been accommodated?

- My...?
-Anna, see to it.

Really, I'm quite alone.

Alone? My dear, how dangerous.

And foolish. Tea, Anna.

It was very kind of you
to pay a visit to me.

Yes, I am pleased
with Stephen's choice.

I see that you're the type of young
woman he would properly choose.

We have so much to
discuss, my dear. So much.

My poor Stephen.

I--

I can only rejoice
that he died unblemished.

A virgin soul.

So much more beloved
by the Almighty.

Yes.

I have prayed for him.

And I know you have done so too.

I have no doubt that he was at once
transported to glory at his passing.

Being the unstained soul that he was.

We shall go to
church together tomorrow...

...and offer up a token prayer.

-L'm afraid I--
-Milk?

Please.

We will not pray at the regular service.
I do not approve of the new rector.

- Oh.
-Tell me about yourself, my dear.

Young, good family. Traveling all
the way across the Atlantic...

...without a companion.
Did you not find it lonesome?

No.

- No, I was all right.
-Do you attend church regularly?

Well, not too regularly.

Not as often as I'd like.

Not as often as you'd like?
What a strange thing to say.

If you like going to church,
why do you not attend regularly?

Well, often there isn't time.

Not time for prayer? Not time to
sing the praises of the Lord?

One's duty to the Lord must
take precedence, must it not?

Patricia, I'm surprised at you.

But you must want to rest
after your tiring journey.

Anna. Come with me, my dear. I
will conduct you to your room. Anna?

- Yes, Mrs. Trefoile.
-The tea dishes to be washed at once.

- Ms. Carroll will be staying for dinner.
-Yes, Mrs. Trefoile.

- We shall be eating at the usual time.
-Yes, Mrs. Trefoile.

- I wasn't planning to--
-Come, dear.

I must confess I'm disappointed in
your church attendance.

My late husband. He was
a truly religious man.

More so than some
who wear the cloth.

- When did he--?
-He died the year Stephen was born.

- Harry.
-Yes, ma'am?

- Put Ms. Carroll's car in the shed.
-Yes, ma'am.

This was his room.

His?

Stephen's.

And this is your room, my dear.

I trust you will be comfortable.

I keep a modest establishment. One
must be careful with money these days.

But, if there's anything you desire...

My poor Stephen's love.

- Mrs. Trefoile--
-Rest now. Rest.

We will talk at dinner.

All right, Alan, I know.
Don't shout.

I brought it on myself.

Stephen.

Stephen.

She's here, in this house, my darling.

But of course, you know.

You know.

Mrs. Trefoile?

One moment.

Come in.

- I hope I'm not disturbing you.
-Not at all. I was...

Something you require?

- I wonder if you might have a mirror.
-A mirror?

Is it to adorn yourself,
to observe yourself?

Mirrors are not but tools
of vanity, Patricia. I know.

Vanity, sensuality, Patricia.
The Bible speaks of our vile bodies.

I knew you would understand.

Oh, how lovely.
What is that, a costume?

Mrs. Trefoile, were you an actress?

God was good.

He led me from that evil.

- Evil?
-Yes.

A pit of evil.
A place for the lost and the damned.

The devil's entertainment.
God's anathema.

It is a painful memory to me.

But by the grace of our Lord...

...and the inspired inspiration of my
late husband...

...no more than a memory.

I keep it as a harsh reminder...

...of what I was.

Of what I escaped.

I think I will take that rest now.

It was along drive.

I'll see you at supper, Mrs. Trefoile.

All I asked for was a mirror.

- What?
-You're wanted at service, miss.

Service?

All right, I'll be right down.

Pretty.

You can leave now, Joseph.

Pretty.

You are late, Patricia.

You must learn to be more punctual.

I shall read from Deuteronomy.
Chapter 1, Verse 1.

"These be the words which
Moses spake unto all Israel.

On this side of Jordan in the wilderness
in the plain over against the Red Sea.

Between Paran and Tophel and
Laban and Hazaroth and Dizahab."

Verse 2. "There are 11
days' journey from Horeb.

By the way of Mount Seir,
unto Kadesh-barnea."

Amen.

Praise ye the Lord.

Verse 3.

"And it came to pass in
the 40th year...

...in the 11th month of the
first day of the month...

...that Moses spake unto
the children of Israel...

...according to all that the Lord had
given him in commandment unto them."

Verse 4.

"After he had slain Sihon the King of
the Amorites which dwelt in Hesbon...

...and of the king of Bashan."

Verse 5.

"On this side of Jordan, in the land of
Moab, began Moses to declare...

...this law, saying: The Lord, our God
spake unto us in Horeb..."

Verse 20.

"Thou shall eat it before the
Lord year by year...

...in a place the Lord shall
choose for thou household."

- Praise ye the Lord.
-Verse 21.

"If there be any blemish
therein as if it be lame...

...or blind or have any ill blemish thou
shall not sacrifice it unto the Lord."

Verse 22. "Thou
shalt eat it within thy gates...

...unclean and clean shall eat
it as the roebuck, and as the hart."

Verse 23.

"Only thou shalt not eat
the blood thereof.

Thou shalt pour it upon
the ground as water."

Anna! You may serve the meal.

My foot fell asleep.

We thank thee, Lord, for this good
food by thy grace is set before us.

We thank thee for the beneficence
of thy everlasting grace...

...and the constancy of dominion over
heaven and earth and all that lay within.

Thank thee, Lord our God.

Aren't you hungry, my child?

Mrs. Trefoile.

Do you have any salt?

We use no condiments of
any kind in this house.

God's food should be
eaten unadorned. We are vegetarian.

For instance, this meat
loaf is synthetic.

Compounded of bread,
oatmeal and wheat germ.

How nice.

- Anna! Come here at once!
-Yes, Mrs. Trefoile.

You have not washed up properly.
There's a mark on her glass.

It's just my lipstick, Mrs. Trefoile.

It will come off even
though they guarantee.

Anna.

Go upstairs and wash
it off immediately.

- Mrs. Trefoile, I'm sorry, I--
-Go and remove that filth at once.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, this is ridiculous!

All right, all right!

But just for this evening.

And then--

Come here, my dear.

Oh, that's better. Good.

But I detect scent.

I can't wipe that off, Mrs. Trefoile.

You mustn't be angry with me for trying
to instruct you in the error of your ways.

My darling, Stephen's love.

I must explain to you
about Stephen and me.

Oh, how I feared for
him, prayed for him.

He should not have left home.
He should not have left home.

He knew what temptations
beset him away from home.

He knew what
sin was in its many guises.

Yet, despite this,
to leave me here alone.

He would not have died
had he remained with me.

Now I must fear for his soul as well.

To have chosen you...

...so deep in error,
yet looking so innocent.

Just because I wear lipstick, I can
hardly be considered deep in error.

Well, I shall labor
to reclaim you for Stephen.

I must believe that he was not
contaminated, that he died pure.

But we will start tomorrow.
It is late now.

Mrs. Trefoile,
I'm afraid I can't stay.

- You see, I--
-You were expected for a lengthy visit.

I know, but I made arrangements to
meet a friend of mine in London.

- A girlfriend.
-I see.

I must keep my appointment.

Not before tomorrow. You must come
with me and pray for Stephen's soul...

...and for yours. Indulge me,
my dear, just until tomorrow.

All right.

But I must phone my
girlfriend and tell her.

I'm afraid you
cannot do that, Patricia.

There is no telephone here.

You will not regret staying.
I promise you.

- Patricia?
-Yes?

You are a virgin, aren't you?

You are, aren't you?

Well, yes, but...

Thank God!

Am I a virgin.

Service at 7, miss.
You are not to be late.

Service at 7,
breakfast at 10 probably.

Good morning.

What are you wearing?
The devil's color.

- The--?
-Go up and put on something proper!

- Yes, Mrs. Trefoile.
-It's almost 7:00.

We mustn't fall behind
in the day's routine.

As I was telling you, even though that...

...deluded rector has in literal
effect closed the church to me...

...I have contrived to maintain proper
service to the Lord in my own home.

As is said in Matthew, Chapter 20:

"Where two or three
are gathered together...

...in my name, there am I in the midst."

I read a book of scripture
each night and morning.

And when the entire book
has been read, I begin anew.

This, naturally aside
from my private prayer.

Naturally.

Since I've stopped attending
regular services at the church...

...I’ve read the Bible
through nine-- No, 10 times.

Most earnestly have I prayed
for the rector to get back sanity.

But he remains obstinate,
proceeding in darkness--

Good morning, Mrs. Trefoile.

A lewd man. I have complained to the
magistrate. He lets him drink to excess.

But then the
magistrate is scarcely better.

I have forbidden Harry to enter
the place. He claims he does not.

But of course he lies.

I would have
discharged him years ago...

...were he not a relative
of my late husband.

And I may do it yet, however.

I have many things to contend with,
Patricia, but I do not flag.

Make certain that your head
is covered. Well covered.

Yes, ma'am.

We shall most earnestly pray
for Stephen's soul and yours.

Come.

- We must go.
-You really needn't go, Mrs. Trefoile.

- Evil man. Evil man.
-What did he do?

- Forswore his marriage vows.
-Really?

- And they let him stay on?
-Yes.

That is the depth to
which this church has fallen.

He remarried, Patricia.

Two years after his first wife died
he married again in this very church.

Is that what you meant?
When you said...

...he forswore his marriage
vows, you meant he remarried?

- You don't approve of--
-Approve?

How monstrously inconceivable.
On the day of Resurrection...

...to meet two wives.

There isn't a church that doesn't
allow second marriages after death.

- Well, some even allow--
-You condone this evil, then?

- Evil? People marrying twice?
-It's against God's law.

You have...

...fallen into deeper
error than I imagined.

But innocently so, I must believe...

...so as not to contaminate
Stephen beyond redemption.

- And you, a wedded woman?
-Wedded?

You cannot mean you do not
realize you are, my child.

You are Stephen's wife.

A betrothal, a marriage, it is all
the same in the eyes of God.

- Wife?
-You are Stephen's wife.

You should be grateful...

...that you have been permitted...

...to escape
any gross parody consummation.

And can live out your life
as a virgin...

...until it shall please God to
call you to Stephen's side.

Mrs. Trefoile.

Not only do I not consider myself
his wife, but I feel I must tell you.

If Stephen hadn't died...

...I wouldn't have married him anyway.

Would you get my car out, please?

Now, miss?

Right now.

Mrs. Trefoile.

I know you're there.

Unlock this door.
Do you hear me?

Mrs. Trefoile.
Open this door at once.

I don't know what you
think you're doing.

She's insane.

Joseph! Joseph! Joseph!
I've got myself locked in.

Locked in.

Look, I only want you to...

Now, you listen to me,
Mrs. Trefoile.

You are not going away. I must save you
from your baser self for Stephen's sake.

I understand you now, Patricia.

You never intended
to remain true to dear Stephen.

So I must keep you.

Mrs. Trefoile?

Hey, mister!

Will you let me out of this room, please?
Mrs. Trefoile's locked me in.

Now, I don't want to call the police
or make any trouble...

...but if I don't get out of here
immediately...

Will you, please?

Hey, didn't you hear me?

You're all going to be
in a lot of trouble if you don't...

They are insane.

All of them!

Mrs. Trefoile!

Mrs. Trefoile!

Mrs. Trefoile, I've been
very patient with you, but if you...

Help!

Get me out of here!

Get me out of here!

This is a most
disgraceful situation.

I couldn't agree
with you more.

Now...

...if you'll just be kind enough
to stand back...

...and let me out of this
madhouse, I'll...

It is necessary
that you stay, Patricia.

I cannot tell you how grieved
I am that it must be this way.

If you were not so firmly in the grasp
of ignorance it might not be.

This gun is dangerous,
Patricia.

You know, of course,
you're committing a crime?

Anna.

Anna!

Come on, miss.

Don't you touch me!

Anna, what do you think--?

Don't do this!

Anna!

Why are you doing this to me?!

Stop!

Stop it! Anna! Don't!

Please, don't!
You're hurting me.

Mrs. Trefoile, I've put in...

Mrs. Trefoile?

Oh, yes.

Take her handbag
and her luggage upstairs.

Yes, Mrs. Trefoile.

You should wear pink more often, Anna.
It suits you.

You can take these things
up to her.

- Where is she now?
-Upstairs. Back room.

- Who took her up there? You?
-I didn't notice you volunteering to help.

You watch it now. Don't want
no trouble with the police.

You think they're
gonna bother about you?

Don't you think they
don't remember Harry?

What, after 16 years?
Over a forged check?

No.

No, it's this.
It's the girl.

What's gonna happen
if the police find out?

They mustn't find out.

But how are you gonna stop them?
She can't keep her up there forever.

What's she want to keep
her there for, anyway?

For the good of her soul.
What? That's what she said.

- My God, she is balmy.
-And if she is?

That's her lookout.

Naturally.

Look! I haven't let her keep her foot
on the back of my neck...

...for 16 bloody years just to throw
it all down the drain now.

I'm her only living relative.

When she goes,
all she has is mine.

Ours.

You can take these things
up to her now.

You're in this as much as I am.
You're my wife.

Yes, I'm your wife.

Don't forget
it when you're up there.

I brought your baggage, miss.

You people don't seem to realize
the position you're in.

Miss?

I'm being held against my will.

That's a criminal offense.

Is it?

I suggest that
you let me...

- You'd better let me out of here.
-Just like that?

- When the police find out--
-Miss, I only work here.

It's the old lady
that locked you up.

You knew about it.
That makes you--

A what, miss?

An accomplice.

A what? Love?

Look, I'll--

I'll pay you to let me
out of here.

In what way, love?

Don't!

You're not bad-looking,
are you?

Not bad at all.

I just...

...brought in her luggage, ma'am.
Anna told me to.

- I shall return shortly to speak to you.
-l'm leaving now!

Strange...

...not to have been in my
husband's room for 24 years.

What now?

A lecture
on primitive religion?

Tobacco too.

Put it out.

Shall I have Anna
put it out?

I am correct in my instructions
from God.

I see more clearly every moment
how right it is that I do this.

So sunk in error.

Anna, open her bags.

Leave my things alone!

You will remain where you are, Patricia.
This is needful and overdue destruction.

I pray that you will accept it
as the first step to your salvation.

Scarlet again.
Destroy it!

Patricia!

Leave my...!

Hurt?

I did not want you
to be hurt.

But you must be brought into the fold,
you understand.

You must be saved.

It is the duty laid upon me
for Stephen.

Sacrifices.

It is necessary
to make sacrifices.

Sometimes it is the only way.

Is that all?

Mrs. Trefoile, I haven't had
anything to eat in almost 24 hours.

Not because nothing
has been offered you, child.

But because your palate
is corrupted.

What do you intend to do?

Starve me into repentance?

If necessary.

To fast is excellent
for the strengthening of the spirit.

I shall read from
the Book of Judges.

Chapter 1.
Verse 1.

"Now, after the death of Joshua
it came to pass...

...that the children of Israel
asked the Lord, saying:

'Who shall go up for us
against the Canaanites--"'

Anna?

I'll give you 1000 pounds
if you let me out of here.

It's not an idle offer, Anna.
My father is a very wealthy man.

You're speaking foolishness, Patricia.
Sit still and listen.

You'd have the money
within a week.

I warn you, child, the more you fight
against acceptance, the more--

2000 pounds.
2000 pounds, Anna!

Within a week.

How long would you have to work
for Mrs. Trefoile to earn that much?

You don't have
to be afraid.

Can you see it, Anna?

Harry with 2000 pounds
at his disposal.

Daresay you'd never
see the man again.

Would you?

Now, sit still and listen.

Verse 3. "And Judah said
unto Simeon his brother:

'Come up with me into my lot that
we may fight against the Canaanites...

...and I likewise will go
with thee into thy lot."'

Very well.

I'll save my father's money.

Forget it, Anna.

I don't know why I offered it in the
first place. It really isn't necessary.

I told you I was supposed to meet
a friend of mine in London last night.

Well, when I don't show up,
he'll know something's wrong.

He?

That's right.

- He!
-You told me that it was a--

I lied, Mrs. Trefoile.

Lied. It's not a woman.
It's a man.

A man.

It's the man I'm going to marry.
Marry, Mrs. Trefoile.

And have there
been others as well?

Did you lie to me
about your virginity?

I am not by nature
a vindictive person, Mrs. Trefoile.

But believe me...

...l'm going to take intense pleasure in
seeing all of you arrested and put in jail.

Did you lie to me
about being a virgin?

Guess.

Remove the tray, Anna.

There will be no tea or food until you
show respect and answer me.

That's too high a price to pay,
Mrs. Trefoile.

I'd rather starve.

Starve, then.

And what will you do
when Alan comes to get me?

Beg for mercy?
Cry?

No one is going
to find you here, Patricia.

No one.

Stephen! Stephen!

There is another man.

Oh, my darling.

- Where do you think you're going?
-You know where I'm going.

- The work's done.
-Mine isn't.

Well, mine is.

I'm gonna have
a few beers.

I suppose you're going
to the Three Horseshoes?

Since that's the only public house in this
bloody town, yes...

...that's where I'm going.
-You're gonna see that girl, aren't you?

Supposing I tell
Mrs. Trefoile...

You're not gonna tell her,
are you, Anna?

You love me,
don't you?

Harry!

I'm not stopping you.
Go on, go on.

Go on!
Can't you run any faster?

Please stop!

You persist in being
obstinate, child.

Do you not realize that
I mean you only good?

Well, you shall learn
respect, Patricia.

No matter how long it takes.

No matter how long it takes.

Alan.

Please come, Alan.

Please come.

Harry.

Stay close to the house.
I have a job for you.

Come out here, child.
There's something I want you to do.

- Give me something to eat then.
-We must feed your spirit first.

- Even if my body dies?
-A little fasting will hardly be...

...a cause of death.

That is neither here nor there.

This further wickedness
you have confessed.

About my fiancé?
Worries you, doesn't it?

Not at all.

You will write him a note giving some
plausible excuse for not meeting him.

You are insane if you think
I'd do such a thing.

You will do it,
and at once.

Now, come out!

Go ahead! Shoot!

Then I'll never be redeemed
for Stephen, will I?

Then he'll be contaminated
for eternity.

Well?
What are you waiting for?

Anna, help Ms. Carroll to decide.

Don't!

Will you write the note?

No!

Please, miss,
you must write it!

No!
Damn you, no!

Shall I slash your face, child?

Shall I cut it up?

No man will ever
have you then.

You will be safe for Stephen.

Please, no.
Please.

Then write the note.

Want the car, do you?

Want to go home,
do you?

All right, love.

I'll let you go.

You know what the price
is though, don't you?

You know what it is, all right.
You know the price, all right!

That's naughty!

You thought you'd fooled me,
didn't you?

You thought old Harry's drunk.
His brain's all fuddled.

- He'll never know what hit him.
-Don't!

We don't want to wake
the old lady.

We don't want to make
a lot of noise, do we?

She was trying to escape again, ma'am.
I was just--

Silence!

- Get out of here.
-Yes, ma'am. Right away.

I left the message
where you said, ma'am.

- Go downstairs and pack your things!
-Ma'am, I know you think I--

- Don't speak to me!
-Ma'am, I told you--

You have 20 minutes,
not a moment more.

This isn't fair! I don't deserve
this kind of treatment. Listen!

- Get your hands off this door!
-We've got to talk about this!

I'll have you thrown
in jail for this!

Oh?
Oh, will you?

Maybe they'd be interested to hear
about your little guest, then.

Now, ma'am,
I didn't mean that.

Slip of the tongue. All I want
to do is stay here and serve you.

Get out of here.

- Get out of here!
-16 years.

16 years of working me
for pennies and my wife!

And now you think you'll
get rid of us just like that?

Well, I'll tell you this, old woman.
You won't--

All right.
Watch it!

Easy, ma'am. Don't!
I'm going! I'm going!

Be careful, now!
Don't do something you'd regret!

Stephen!

Stephen!

What am I gonna do?!

My God!
She is balmy!

The old hag.
The bloody old hag!

16 years, I...

16 years!

And I'm chucked out.

He who sheddeth
man's blood...

...so shall his blood
be shed.

Stephen!

Why did you ever leave me?

Oh, Stephen,
don't look at me!

Don't...

...look at...

...me.

Anna.

Anna, I neglected to mention that Harry
will not be back for three to four days.

- Three to four days?
-Yes.

I decided that as he had to go to London
I would have him stay on...

...and pick up
some things I need.

You'd best do your
weekly marketing now, Anna.

I'll take the oatmeal
up to Ms. Carroll.

Yes, Mrs. Trefoile.

Yes.

You may eat now.

I've decided
to forgive you.

You may eat.

Are you so frightened
of me, child?

Do you not realize that my concern
for you is genuine?

That I wish you
only God's acceptance.

And my son's.

God's plain food
is to your liking now, I see.

Good. Good.

I shall return
in half an hour...

...at which time
we shall begin anew.

- Where you go, Anna?
-l'm going shopping, dear.

I go?

You buy chocolate?

No. You finish your work,
and then you can come in.

- Soon?
-Yes, as soon as I finish shopping.

- Harry not here?
-No, he's gone to London for a few days.

- Bye.
-Bye.

Joseph!

Would you do a favor
for me?

I'd like to send
this postcard to a friend.

Give it to the people
at the post office.

Oh, and here's some money, Joseph.
For the card.

Pretty.

So!

Within minutes of my forgiving you,
of my feeding you, you do this!

This!

You will not learn, will you?
You simply will not learn.

Well, there will be no food today
or tomorrow or the day after!

You shall repent!

If I have to starve you
into repentance, I shall do so.

It's not my repentance you're
concerned with, it's your own revenge.

Revenge is what you're after.

I took Stephen from you.

At least you think I did
in that twisted mind of yours.

Do not tax my patience, child.

Well, I have news for you,
my dear Mrs. Trefoile.

Nobody had to take Stephen from you.
You drove him away.

Oh, God!
I see.

I see exactly
why he killed himself.

Exactly why he what?

Exactly why he what?

You didn't know?

I never mentioned it in my letter
because I couldn't, but...

Lie. Lie!

It's not a lie.
He killed himself!

He died in a car accident!

Which he caused himself.

Downstairs.

Downstairs!

- Excuse me.
-It's all right.

Anna, my dear. How are you?
You heard my news, of course.

- Two and eight.
-I wonder if you can tell...

...me where I can find--
-In a moment, sir.

- Does the missis owe you any money?
-No, she doesn't. How is she?

She's feeling a bit queer, you know?
But she's getting better.

I hadn't seen her so lovely and relaxed
since the summer we were in Bognor.

- You come out--
-I wonder, could you--?

One moment, sir.
Just a moment.

Now, let me see.
You owe me...

And you know what bad arthritis
she had. Her hands. But not afterwards.

They were beautiful.
And her face too.

That's it.

- Now, sir.
-l'm trying to find Mrs. Trefoile.

I really must get back.

You know, I've got to admit
that I was expecting the worst.

But Mommy looked the picture of health
and happiness in her gray dress.

Well, I don't know.

- Mrs. Trefoile?
-Yeah.

- I think she lives down by the river.
-All right. Thank you very much.

And the coffin
looked lovely too.

I'm sorry to trouble you. Could you
tell me where Mrs. Trefoile lives?

Did you see that woman? She left as
I was telling her about my poor mother.

- I lost her last week, you know?
-l'm terribly sorry.

- Oh, thank you.
-I wonder...?

It wasn't as bad
as I'd expected.

I've never seen her so lovely and relaxed
since the summer we spent in Bognor.

There is evil in your blood
as there was in his.

You had best consider your repentance,
child, lest the same fate comes to you.

Now, listen.

"Moreover all these curses
shall come upon thee...

...and shall pursue thee and overtake
thee till thou be destroyed--

--because thou hearkenest not unto
the voice of the Lord thy God...

...to keep his commandments
and his statutes...

...which he commanded thee.
And they shall be upon--"

He's here,
Mrs. Trefoile.

- What?
-He's here.

I saw him in the shop.
He was asking where your house was.

Alan!

Gag and bind her.

Anna, why are you
doing this to me?

- Don't you know that Harry's--
-Use your scarf.

- Oh, good morning. Mrs. Trefoile?
-Yes, I am Mrs. Trefoile.

I'm looking for Patricia Carroll.
She was staying here.

She was, but she left.

- You must be...?
-Alan Glentower.

Her fiancé, of course.

Won't you come in,
Mr. Glentower?

Thank you.

Patricia left yesterday.

We were so sorry to see her go.
Such a nice girl.

Well, did she say where
she was going, Mrs. Trefoile?

All I got was this note.

I'm so sorry not to be able
to help you further, Mr. Glentower.

I'm sure
it's just a lover's quarrel.

And she will turn up again in a few days,
asking your forgiveness.

Anna.

You remembered.

Dear Patricia.
She left this behind.

- Perhaps when you see her you could--
-Yes, of course. I will.

Goodbye, Mr. Glentower.

And when you do see Patricia,
please give her our love.

Thank you, I shall.

Alan!

Filth.

Corrupter.

Stephen.

Yes.

Leave her to me.

Go back to your work.

I've just heard Stephen's voice,
and I know what I must do.

I had hoped to cleanse your soul
before releasing you.

But now it's too late.

That man will be back here,
perhaps this very day.

Therefore you and Stephen
must be reunited now.

You must die.

Die, my darling.

He's here.

Waiting for you, child.

Waiting for you.

Last service.

"To thee will I cry,
O Lord, my rock...

...be not silent to me,
lest if thou be silent to me...

...l become like them
that go down into the pit."

I shouldn't worry
about her, sir.

She's probably just hiding from you,
just to tease you.

- Yeah.
-Thank you.

The fellow here says that his girlfriend
was visiting Mrs. Trefoile's.

Mrs. Trefoile's?

Well?

Well, how should I know
what goes on at Mrs. Trefoile's?

Oh! Come off it, Gloria.

What about that, then?

Well, if you must know, Mr. Nosy,
Harry didn't say.

That's all I asked.

Thank you very much, sir.

Your girl giving you trouble?

What?

I said, your girl
giving you trouble?

Don't they all?

Yeah, but they're worth it,
aren't they?

You're cheeky,
you are.

"Let the wicked be ashamed.

Let them be silent
in the grave.

Let the lying lips
be put to silence.

Which speak grievous things...

...proudly and contemptuously
against the righteous."

Pat?

Pat!

No afraid.
No hurt Anna.

Where is she?

- Where is she?
-Don't, please!

What's the matter with you?
Where is she?

No hurt Anna.

- What I do with him, Anna?
-I don't know.

Put him in the garage.

- No. Can't. Nice lady car.
-No.

- Might scratch.
-No. No, Harry's got the car in London.

No, car in there this morning.

So you and Stephen
must be reunited now.

- Pat! Pat!
-In here.

Oh, my God!

No!

I'll send for a doctor.

And the police.

Keep her in there.

Stephen.

They hurt me.

They hurt me.

Stephen.

Stephen.

They hurt me.

Stephen.

They hurt me.

They hurt me.

Alan...

...don't shout at me.

Why don't you shut up.

We're going home.