All language subtitles for The.Innocents.1961.REMASTERED.720p.BluRay.X264-AMIABLE

We lay, my love and I

Beneath the weeping willow

But now alone I lie

And weep beside the tree

Singing "O Willow Waly"

By the tree that weeps with me

Singing "O Willow Waly"

Till my lover returns to me

We lay, my love and I

Beneath the weeping willow

But now alone I lie

O willow, I die

O willow, I die

All I want to do is
save the children...

not destroy them.

More than anything, I love children.

More than anything.

They need affection...

love...

someone who will belong to them...

and to whom they will belong.

Miss Giddens, may I ask you a
somewhat personal question?

Do you have an imagination?

Oh, yes, I can answer that.

- Yes.
- Good.

Truth is very seldom understood
by any but imaginative persons...

and I want to be quite truthful.

I'm a bachelor...

but not, I might add, a lonely one.

I spend a great deal of time abroad.

And as for my London life,
well, it amuses me...

but it's not the sort of amusement that
one could suitably share with children.

In brief, Miss Giddens...

I am a very selfish fellow...

and the last man alive to be saddled
so suddenly and so awkwardly...

with two orphaned infants.

It's most unfortunate...

for I have no room for them,
neither mentally nor emotionally.

Does that seem quite heartless?

Honest, but not heartless.

Then the children do
not live with you?

No. They are at my
country estate in Bly.

A rather large, rather lonely place.

Still, I'm sure you'll agree, the country
seems the proper thing for children.

I see from your letter that you are,
yourself, the daughter of a country parson...

and, um... oh, yes, here it is...

"More than anything,
I love children."

- Yes.
- How remarkable.

For several years now...

little Miles and Flora...

Charming names, don't you think...

have had only me.

Well, poor brats, they need
more than a distant uncle.

Well, of course they need
more than a governess.

They need affection and love...

and someone to whom they can
belong and who will belong to them.

You, Miss Giddens.

I feel that you are that person.

Sir, you...

you do realize that this
would be my first position.

What does that signify...

if I trust you, if you trust me?

You see, Miss Giddens,
the person whom I engage...

must solemnly promise to accept
full and complete responsibility.

She must never trouble me.

Never. Never.

Neither complain nor
appeal nor write.

Simply take the whole
thing over and...

leave me alone.

What do you say, Miss Giddens?

The children, uh...

- Have they had a governess before?
- Unfortunately.

Not that there was anything
wrong with Miss Jessel.

She was an excellent governess
and a most respectable woman.

The children quite liked her,
especially little Flora.

Oh, which reminds me, be careful
not to broach that subject to Flora.

She was so fond of
Miss Jessel, and...

it did come as an appalling shock.

I'm not certain that
I understand you, sir.

She died.

Yes, just when I thought I'd got
the whole situation settled...

and everything running smoothly...

the confounded woman died.

It was all very odd.

I was in Calcutta when it happened...

and have only now been able
to seek a replacement.

Meantime, my nephew had
to be sent off to school...

and the little girl, Flora, is being
chaperoned by my housekeeper...

Mrs. Grose.

Help me, Miss Giddens,
for truly I am helpless.

Give me your hand.

Give me your promise.

Well, sir...

if you are really sure...

Quite sure, and very grateful.

Only remember,
you're in supreme authority.

Whatever happens,
you must handle it alone.

Yes, I'll try.

I promise you that.

I'll do everything I can to
keep the children happy.

- Oh, stop. Please stop!
- Whoa there.

If you don't mind, I think
I'd like to walk from here.

As you wish, miss. Whoa.

Thank you.

Flora!

Flora!

Flora!

Didn't you hear?
Someone is calling your name.

No, I don't think so.
I didn't hear anyone.

Isn't your name Flora?

I'm Miss Giddens.

Yes, I know. You're my new governess.

I've been watching the
road, waiting for you.

- Are you afraid of reptiles?
- That rather depends. Why?

Because I've got one in my pocket,
and he's very eager to meet you.

Well, in that case, by all means.

His name is Rupert.

- Oh, a tortoise.
- We love each other.

- Yes, I can see that you're very close.
- Very.

There, now you've met Miss Giddens.

But Rupert isn't the only one.

I mean, ever since my uncle wrote...

we've all been waiting and
waiting for you to come.

Oh, we have been excited.

So have I. I've been
very excited indeed.

Not as excited as we have.
And not as excited as Mrs. Grose.

She's cleaned and cleaned and
had all the windows washed.

Just imagine... 134 windows!

- All that for me?
- Yes. And I helped!

- Oh, we will have fun together, won't we?
- Yes, we will, dear.

Oh, Mrs. Grose, she's here!
And she isn't afraid of reptiles.

And that's more than can be
said of me, isn't it?

I walked from the gate.
I... I wanted to see it all.

I'm glad to see you, Miss Giddens.

Really, I'm glad.

Oh, do please come in.

Thank you. You're very kind.

- Oh!
- Now, I expect you'd like a cup of tea.

- Thank you.
- But not you, Miss Flora.

Now, you know you're not allowed in
the house with that toad or turtle...

or whatever it is.

- Go on. Run along. Off you go.
- Oh, all right.

I had no idea.

I never imagined...

Oh, I'm so sorry.

That's all right, miss.
It's always happening.

I never imagined it
would be so beautiful.

Well, we do our best.

Though half the rooms are
empty now... locked and empty.

All the same, it's too big,
a job to keep clean.

But what I always say is,
it's a heaven for children.

Oh, yes, a heaven!

And what an enchanting child she is.

There's not another like her.

Though, mind you, she has her ways.
You have your work cut out.

I don't doubt.

But she seems... Well,
she certainly looks angelic.

Well, she is too.

But she does like to wander,
to go off by herself.

- We're always hunting her.
- Oh, yes. I heard you.

Just now, as I was coming through the
garden, I heard you call her name.

Oh, not me, miss.

Perhaps it was Anna or Cook.

Well, someone.

Sit down, miss, and have your tea.

Mmm, it'll be dark in here soon.

I'll get Anna to bring some lamps.

Miss Giddens?

Miss Giddens! Has she gone?

Yes, for the moment.

You don't mind Rupert sharing a
bit of your cake, now, do you?

Watch out. He'll grow too
fat to fit your pocket.

- I have a pony too.
- Oh.

He isn't really mine.
He belongs to Miles.

Miles is my brother, you know.
He's away at school.

You must miss him very much.

Well, he'll be coming home soon.

Not, I should think,
until the holidays.

Time you went upstairs and got
ready for your bath, Miss Flora.

Promise, now, you won't go away.

I expect to be here
for a very long time.

And to think what qualms I had.

I was so afraid.

- Afraid, miss?
- I couldn't make up my mind.

Should I accept this post,
or shouldn't I?

Well, miss, I'm sure
I'm very glad you did.

After all, I didn't have much choice.

Their uncle is most persuasive.

And don't I know it. Many's the
time he's worked his magic on me.

Even when he was a boy he could
twist you around his finger...

and the children are the same way.

He doesn't come down here very often?

Well, he likes the town life.

He always was a very
popular gentleman.

And what's the good of
being popular down here...

with only the children
and the pigeons and me?

- Mrs. Grose?
- Yes, miss?

- What was she like?
- Who, miss?

The other governess.
The one who died.

Who, Miss Jessel?
Oh, she was a young woman.

Some thought her pretty,
and, well, I suppose she was.

But not as pretty as you, miss.

Not by half.

He seems to prefer
them young and pretty.

He did. He had the devil's own eye...

I mean, that's his way, the master's.

- But of whom did you speak first?
- Why, the master, of course.

There's nobody else, miss.
Nobody at all.

Be careful, dear, or you'll
splash Miss Giddens!

And is the other one just as remarkable?
Is he too as enchanting?

Well, if you like this one...

you should be quite carried
away by Master Miles.

I seem to be carried away quite easily.
That's what happened to me in London.

Miles is coming! Miles is coming!

Stuff and nonsense. You know
very well Miles is at school.

Now, hold still.

I've got a little bed in your room.
It's got curtains.

- How nice.
- Yes.

Mrs. Grose wanted to
give you a big room...

but I said, "She'll only be
there when she's asleep."

Big rooms get bigger at night.
Do you know that?

- Do they?
- Mrs. Grose doesn't know.

She shuts her eyes in the dark.

I think that's silly.
I always look in the dark.

Do you? And what do you see?

There are a lot of empty rooms.
I said, to Mrs. Grose...

"I wish there was some way of
sleeping in several rooms at once."

Mrs. Grose was quite
startled by the thought.

- I don't wonder!
- "Stuff and nonsense," she said.

"Stuff and nonsense."

Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep...

- Why can't Rupert sleep with me?
- Because you might roll over...

- and crush him.
- Crush a tortoise?

- Now finish your prayers, dear.
- If I should wake before I...

If I should die before I wake, I pray
the Lord my soul to take. Amen.

Miss Giddens, where would
the Lord take my soul to?

- To heaven.
- Are you certain?

Yes, of course, because
you're a very, very good girl.

But I might not be. And if I weren't,

wouldn't the Lord just leave
me here to walk around?

Isn't that what happens
to some people?

Whatever was that?

I'm sure something's been hurt.

An animal.

We must pretend we didn't hear it.
That's what Mrs. Grose says.

- Pretend?
- Then we won't imagine things.

Sometimes one can't help...
imagining things.

By the tree that weeps with me

Singing "O Willow Waly"

- Till my lover...
- You should be outdoors on a day like this.

I was just practicing, Mrs. Grose.

- Have you seen Miss Giddens, my lamb?
- I'm out here, Mrs. Grose.

Oh!

There's some letters for you, miss.

- Oh, thank you.
- Oh, please, can I help you read them?

- Yes, if you like.
- Which first?

Now, how can I tell?

- Then I shall choose.
- All right.

Here.

This one's from my sister.

Oh, look, dear.

Here's a picture of me
and my family together.

- Am I in it?
- How could you be? It's of my family.

Oh.

- Now this one.
- It's from London.

- Is it from my uncle?
- Yes, I think it is.

You do look pleased.

Is he coming to see us?

No, dear. He's sent me a
letter from Miles's school.

- Flora?
- Yes, Miss Giddens, dear?

Didn't you say last night
that Miles was coming home?

Oh, look.

It's a lovely spider...

and it's eating a butterfly.

Mrs. Grose?

Here's a letter their uncle has
forwarded without opening.

It's from Miles's school.

He just wrote on the envelope,
"Am off to Italy for the summer.

This is from Miles's headmaster.
Deal with it without bothering me."

- That's just his way, miss.
- But how am I to deal with it?

Miles has been dismissed from school.

- Dismissed?
- Sent home.

Expelled.

But what has he done?
What do the gentlemen say?

They go into no detail.
They simply say...

Here. Read it.

Read it for yourself.

It's no good, miss. I never learned.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize.

They say that it is
impossible to keep him.

Why?

That he is...

an injury to the others.

Master Miles? Him, an injury?

Oh, stuff and nonsense.

You might as well think ill
of Miss Flora, bless her.

- You've never known him to be bad?
- Oh, I wouldn't say that.

You mean you like a boy with spirit.

Well, so do I, but not
to the degree to...

contaminate.

To what?

To corrupt.

Master Miles?

Oh, miss, are you afraid
he'll corrupt you?

Miles is coming! Miles is coming!
Miles is coming!

Bly! Bly station!

Miles! Miles!

Miles.

- You're Miss Giddens, aren't you?
- Yes.

How do you do?

Oh, thank you, Miles.

She's our new governess,
Miles, and she's awfully nice.

I hope Miles will agree.

Come on.

Nothing's changed.

Oh, I've been longing
for these holidays.

Holidays?

Longing to see Bly and
Mrs. Grose and Flora.

And you. Flora wrote and
told me you were coming.

Did you have a good term at school?

Look, Miles! There's the lake!

Oh, it is nice to be back.

I hope you won't be lonely...

with just Flora and
Mrs. Grose and me.

Were you happy at school?

May I tell you something?

Yes, Miles, of course.

I think you're far too
pretty to be a governess.

And I think you're far too young
to be such a deceitful flatterer.

Dearest Mrs. Grose!
It is nice to be home.

Stop! Stop!
You'll have me out of breath!

It's all just the same.

Somehow... I don't know...
I was afraid it might be different.

Oh, nothing ever changes
here, Master Miles.

You look a bit thin, though.
We'll have to fatten you up.

Oh, Miles, you haven't seen the pony!

- May we?
- Yes, of course!

Come on!

Well, miss?

It's just as you said.
Charm seems to run in the family.

And that cruel letter?

It must be a
misunderstanding, a mistake.

Yes, a mistake.

So, uh, what will you
say to Master Miles?

I shall have it out
with him later on.

That can't be avoided. But not now.

I'm not going to spoil his homecoming
because of some silly schoolteacher.

Oh, yes, miss.

Oh, I... I'm so thankful
we're not to have trouble.

Dear Mrs. Grose,
what a comfort you are.

Why don't you come in, Miss Giddens.

How did you know I was there?

This is a very old house.
Things creak.

And anyway, I saw the light from
your candle under the door.

You should be asleep.

- I'm much too excited.
- Excited?

By being home. By seeing Flora.

And meeting you.

Besides, I like to lie awake.

That's a very bad habit, Miles.

- Is it?
- Yes.

What do you think about
while you're lying awake?

Oh, a world of different things.

And tonight...

were you, perhaps,
thinking about school?

Oh, no. All that seems very far away.

Miles...

you do know that you will
not be allowed to go back.

You realize that it is a
very serious matter...

for a boy to be expelled from school.

I can't think what
your uncle will say.

Can't you? I can.

He'll say, "Don't bother me.
I'm too busy."

- Miles, that's not true.
- Isn't it?

You've met him, haven't you?
You know what he's like.

He doesn't care about me or Flora.

He doesn't care what happens to us.

Miles, dear,
you mustn't believe that.

Your uncle has...

Well, he has... a great many
responsibilities and not enough time...

To waste any on us?

I understand.

It's a bit sad though...

when people don't have time for you.

Oh, I have, Miles.

I have time.

And I care.

And, Miles, if there's something
wrong about school...

if there's something
you want to tell me...

Miles, dear Miles...

can't you see that I
want to help you?

Trust me.

The candle's gone out.

Don't be frightened. It was only the wind,
my dear. The wind blew it out.

We lay, my love and I

Beneath a weeping willow

But now alone I lie

And weep beside the tree

Singing "O Willow Waly"

By the tree

That weeps with me

Singing "O Willow Waly"

Till my lover returns...

We lay, my love and I

Beneath a weeping willow

But now alone I lie

O willow, I die

O willow, I die

Miles.

How long have you been here?

I don't know...
20 minutes, half an hour.

- Oh, then you must have seen him.
- Who?

The man who was standing
here on the tower.

I've been quite alone,
except for my greedy friends.

Well, that can't be true.

Not two minutes ago I saw
a man standing exactly here.

Perhaps it was me.

No, no, it was a man.

He was looking at me.

I expect you imagined it.

Or else... Oh, dear.

I hope you won't have
to wear spectacles.

You're much too pretty for that.

Oh, yes, I expect I'm tired.

I haven't been sleeping well.

I know.

Flora told me.

She says you make little
groans and moans all night.

Of course, one can
never believe Flora.

She invents things, imagines them.

You mean, like poor,
silly Miss Giddens?

Miss, would these,
by any chance, be yours?

Scissors. The gardener brought them up.
He said he found them in the garden.

I must have dropped them this morning
when I... whilst I was cutting roses.

And just left them there.

I'm afraid today isn't
altogether my day.

I seem to be at sixes and sevens.

Well, miss, you've never
been away from home before.

A strange place,
new responsibilities.

- Takes a bit of getting used to...
- Mrs. Grose.

Is there anyone living here
that I don't know about?

- Living here?
- In the house, I mean.

I've met the two maids, the cook
and her husband, the gardener...

and I was just wondering if
there was someone I hadn't met.

Bless you, miss, I wish there were.
We could use another pair of hands.

Oh, hurry! Do come! You must see!
Miles is giving an "expedition!"

Oh, come! You must see!
He's awfully brave!

Miles!

Flora, watch me!

Miles!

Miles?

I didn't know you were watching.

That was very clever, Miles.

Do look, Miss Giddens.
I can draw too.

Miles isn't the only
one who can draw.

Oh, yes. Now I see. It's lovely.
A vase of flowers.

Goodness, no. It's a thunderstorm.

- See the clouds and the lightning?
- Oh, yes, dear.

Yes, well, I'm sure it's very original.
Perhaps you'll grow up to be...

- a famous artist.
- Did you hear that, Miles?

Yes, dear. But Miss Giddens
is merely being polite.

Tell me, Miss Giddens, what do
you think I might grow up to be?

Anything you want.

There's nothing I want to be...

except what I am...
a boy living at Bly.

Oh, if only everything could
go on just as it is now.

I love this house.

Don't you, Miss Giddens?

It's very beautiful.

And so large.

I expect it's the biggest
house in England.

The whole world, actually.

Oh, hardly the whole world, Flora.

Your house, where you used to live...
was that a big house too?

No, it was very small, I'm afraid.

- How small?
- Very, very small.

Too small for you to have secrets?

Well, secrets were a bit difficult.

- But possible?
- Not for long.

Secrets require a privacy that
our little home did not provide.

- Did you play games in your house?
- No.

We had to be quiet, usually, because
my father was preparing his sermon.

But if he went out, we'd play
hide-and-seek all over the house.

Oh, lovely!

- Let's do that!
- All right.

You hide, and I'll seek.

We can go all over
the house, can't we?

- Everywhere, I mean.
- Yes, I should think so.

Oh. Where are the children going?
It's their bedtime.

Yes, I know.

But I thought, just one little game
and then right to bed they'll go.

Oh, they've won you over,
miss, already, I can see.

They have indeed.

- We're ready!
- I'm coming!

Anna?

Miss Giddens!

You'd never have found me
if I hadn't pounced on you!

- Did I frighten you?
- Yes, a bit.

- Now you're my prisoner.
- Oh, Miles! Let me go.

- Why?
- You're hurting me.

- Am I?
- Yes, Miles. Please let me go.

- But why?
- I told you. You're hurting me.

- Miles, I mean it.
- Do you?

Oh, you've found it! I've missed it so.
Mrs. Grose must have hidden it here.

- Now it's your turn to hide.
- Hurry! Run!

All right.

Now where? Oh, where shall I hide?

Wherever you like.
We'll count a hundred.

One, two, three...

four, five, six, seven, eight...

nine, 10, 11...

Miss Giddens!

Where are you?

Miss? Miss Giddens?

Whatever are you doing there, miss?

Heavens, child, you're white as milk.

I saw him! Don't tell me
I didn't, because I did.

- I saw him staring.
- Who, miss?

- The same man... the man on the tower.
- The tower?

But now, just now, he was staring
past me into the house...

as if he were hunting someone.

- What's he like, miss?
- He had dark, curling hair.

- And the hardest, the coldest eyes.
- Is he...

- Would you say he was very handsome?
- Oh yes. Handsome and obscene.

But I've seen him before. Yes, he...

I know where I've seen him.
A picture. There's a picture of him.

A miniature in a cracked
glass in the attic.

- I'll show you.
- It can't be.

- It can't be? You know him.
- Quint.

- Peter Quint, the master's valet.
- But you said...

Yes, miss. You see, he's dead.
Quint is dead.

Dead?

Your pencil does have the
most terrible squeak, Flora.

It does, doesn't it?
But I can't help it, you know.

Can't you? I thought you
were doing it on purpose.

She is.

- Stop it! Stop begging!
- I'm not begging!

Yes, you are!
You're begging for attention!

There you are, begging again.
First for attention, now for affection.

- Stop it, Flora!
- Now, Miles. Hush, Miles.

Oh, darling. Oh, poor darling Flora.

There, now. Look, I've made you cry.

Oh, what a hateful, what a
grumpy old governess you have.

You're not grumpy at all.

Of course you're not. Though
I wouldn't wonder if you were.

Nor would I,
with everything so horrible.

- Horrible?
- Why, yes. You know, the rain.

Not being able to go
out in the garden.

My squeaky pencil and me...
I wasn't even trying to be good.

Oh, but you are good.

You both are.

I know what.

Let's put away our books and
let's pretend it's Flora's birthday.

- Oh, yes!
- All right, Flora, it's your birthday.

- What would you like to do?
- Have a party.

- A costume party.
- That's a splendid idea!

- Miles and I'll go get all dressed up.
- May we?

- Yes, of course you may.
- Come along then, Flora.

Oh, good!

- Hurry, hurry, hurry!
- Where are you going?

- To dress up! You said we might!
- Well, I'll come with you.

No! Then there'd be no surprise!
You wait downstairs! We won't be long!

Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!

I've let them go.

- Go where, miss?
- Oh!

Oh, I've let the children go.

Upstairs, to the attic,
perhaps. Alone.

- Is that all? They'll come to no harm.
- I can't.

I can't leave them alone,
not after the other night.

As for the other night, miss,
put it out of your mind.

Pretend it was part of a dream,
hich perhaps it was.

A dream? Don't you think
I want to believe that?

That it was just the
darkness, a nightmare?

But it's no longer dark.
It's daylight. And I know I saw him.

A man, or something
that once was a man...

peering in through the window,
looking for someone.

And if it isn't true,
if I didn't see him...

how could I have described
him so accurately?

Well, you had seen his picture.

Really, miss, you're upsetting
yourself over nothing.

You said he was the valet?

Yes, but when the master left...

Quint was alone with us, in charge.

Tell me, how did he die?

Quint?

Out there, miss, on those very steps.

It was winter.

The coldest, blackest winter's night.

The steps were icy.

Quint, he came home late,
after we were all abed.

Late, and full of drink.

There was a wound on his
head, as if he'd slipped...

as if he'd fallen out
there in the dark.

I can't forget his eyes.

They were open,
filled with surprise...

with pain, like the eyes
of a fox I once saw...

a fox the dogs had hunted down.

But it was an accident?

He was a peculiar man.

There were things in his life that
could account for violence done him...

vicious things...

Well, it doesn't do to
speak ill of the dead.

The children never mention him?

Oh, no, miss, and neither
must you... not to them.

You see, miss, it was Master
Miles that found him.

Oh, that poor little boy.

If you could have
heard his screams...

seen the way he clung to him
and begged him to speak...

That poor little boy
worshipped Quint.

Worshipped him? That man? Miles?

You didn't know Quint, miss.

Such power he had over people.

You can't blame the child.

A lonely boy with no father.

Quint took advantage, that's all.

It made me sick to see Miles
trotting after him like a little dog.

They were always together.

Quiet, everyone. The entertainment
is about to commence.

Oh, look, miss.

I borrowed your pin cushion.

I hope you don't mind.

Miss Giddens, dear,
would you sit there?

And, Mrs. Grose,
would you sit there too?

And now Miles will recite to you.

A poem.

What shall I sing to my
lord from my window?

What shall I sing,
for my lord will not stay?

What shall I sing,
for my lord will not listen?

Where shall I go,
for my lord is away?

Whom shall I love when
the moon is arisen?

Gone is my lord...

and the grave is his prison.

What shall I say when
my lord comes a-calling?

What shall I say when
he knocks on my door?

What shall I say when
his feet enter softly...

leaving the marks of
his grave on my floor?

Enter, my lord.

Come from your prison.

Come from your grave...

for the moon is arisen.

Welcome, my lord.

Look at that.

- What, miss?
- I was afraid for them.

But what if he knows?
What if Miles knows?

Knows what, Miss Giddens, dear?

You think I'm imagining it...

and yet just now you yourself
saw and heard Miles...

Playing a game.

You told me Quint and Miles
were always together.

But Master Miles wasn't
to blame for that.

- Yes, but couldn't you have stopped it?
- I wasn't in charge, miss.

It wasn't for me to question
the master's arrangements.

The master put Quint in charge here.

Besides, no one could
go against Quint.

You were afraid of him?

But what of Miss Jessel?

Couldn't she have done something?

Or was she afraid of him too?

Not at first. At least...

In the beginning, when she first came
here, she was always happy and smiling.

Very fond of music she was...

and dancing.

She and Miss Flora used to dance
together, dance by the hour.

But she changed.

Oh, yes, she changed.

'T was hard to believe...

her being an educated young
lady and Quint being...

well, what he was.

Stop it, Miles! Stop it!

You see? I knew they'd be overexcited.
It's long past their bedtime.

Yes, but what did you mean
about Quint and Miss Jessel?

Look, miss, they're dead, gone.

There's no point in telling tales
of what's over and done with.

Over and done with?

Yes, but is it?

Let go, Flora. You'll fall in.

But I want to row the boat.

Silly. You know you can't.

Miss Giddens,
tell Miles to let me row.

I will, when you're a little older.

But it's too heavy for you now.

I don't care. I've got a
boat of my own anyway.

Heavenly, warm sun.

It's almost hot.

I like it when it's hot.

- Do you know what Miles told me once?
- No, dear. What?

He said that once, when he was on the lake,
he could see a hand waving on the bottom.

But Mrs. Grose said, "Stuff and
nonsense! Stuff and nonsense!"

Miss Giddens, can tortoises swim?

No, dear.

I thought perhaps they couldn't.

Flora, where did you learn that song?

I don't think I remember.

It's the song from the
music box, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Flora!

Who is it?

Over there.

Oh, goodness, miss, you gave me
quite a turn sitting there in the dark.

- And where are the children?
- Upstairs with Anna.

I wanted to be by myself
for a while, to think.

Well, miss, I'm sure a little light
will make your thoughts more cheerful.

Mrs. Grose? There are two of them.

I beg your pardon?

Two of those abominations.

Today, down by the lake...

there in the broad sunlight...

I saw the other one.

- The other one?
- A woman dressed in black.

- Miss Jessel.
- Oh, but Miss Jessel's dead.

She died, why, almost a year ago.

Huh. Almost a year ago.

Almost a year.

Flora saw her too.

- Did she tell you so?
- No, of course not.

She lied to me. Well,
it amounted to a lie.

Oh, now, miss, I've never known
either of the children to tell lies.

- Why would they?
- Why?

Because they are both playing...

or being made to play
some monstrous game.

I can't pretend to understand
what its purpose is.

I only know that it is happening.

Something secretive and whispery...

and indecent.

I tell you, believe me,
the children are in dreadful peril.

Well, what are we to do?

Then you do believe me?

You don't think I'm imagining it?

- I believe you, miss.
- Oh, thank God. Thank God.

I've been so frightened.
I've felt so alone.

But together, with you to help me...

Oh, yes, miss, I'll help you.
Only tell me how.

Yes.

We must try to learn what
it is these horrors want.

Think, Mrs. Grose.
The answer must lie in the past.

Were Quint and Miss Jessel in love?

They were in love, weren't they?

Love? Oh, I suppose
that's what she called it.

But it was more like a sickness...

a fever that leaves the
body burned out and dry.

There was no cruelty
she wouldn't suffer.

If he struck her... Oh, yes, and I've
seen him knock her to the floor...

she'd look at him as though she
wanted the weight of his hand.

No pride, no shame.

Crawl to him on her hands
and knees, she would.

And him laughing at her.
Such a savage laugh he had.

Oh, it hurts me to remember.

Bad she was, but no woman
could have suffered more.

A person ought to
keep quiet about it.

You must tell me.

Oh, miss, there's things I've
seen I... I'm ashamed to say.

Go on.

Rooms...

used by daylight...

as though they were dark woods.

They didn't care that you saw them?

And the children?

I can't say, miss. I... I don't
know what the children saw.

But they used to follow
Quint and Miss Jessel...

trailing along behind
hand in hand, whispering.

There was too much whispering
in this house, miss.

Oh, yes, I can imagine.

Yes, I can imagine
what sort of things...

they whispered about.

Quint, Miles. I can
hear them together.

But there was nothing wrong in
Master Miles wanting to be with Quint.

Quint taught him to ride
and took him walking.

- The poor lad needed someone to...
- To corrupt him?

But Master Miles is a good boy, miss.

- There's nothing wicked in him.
- Unless he's deceiving us.

Unless they're both deceiving us.

- The innocents.
- Innocents they are, miss.

It's not fair. You have no
right to accuse them of...

Oh, forgive me, Mrs. Grose.
I'm not accusing.

I'm just trying to put it
together, to understand.

Tell me, were the children happy?

Oh, they seemed to be.
The same as now.

But sometimes I used to wonder if they
really cared for them, those two...

or if they weren't just using them.

Using them?

Yes, of course they were...

and still are.

And in the end, what happened
to her, Miss Jessel?

Oh, that was pitiful.

When Quint was found,
she went into blackest mourning.

Her, that should have hated the man.

She grieved till there was
something crazy in her eyes.

Never slept. Never ate.

I used to hear her wandering about
all over the house, sobbing.

Couldn't go on.

Finally she died.

Here? At Bly?
But of what did she die?

Well, I suppose you might
say a broken heart.

Excuse me, miss. They're in bed now.

All scrubbed and nice and waiting
for you to hear their prayers.

Thank you, Anna.
I shall be up in a moment.

- One thing more before I go.
- Yes, miss?

Our local vicar,
what sort of man is he?

The Reverend Fennel? Oh, he's a
very fine sort of gentleman, miss.

Oh, but, miss, I wouldn't
do that. I... I mean,

if you were thinking of discussing with
the vicar what we have been discussing...

oh, I wouldn't, miss.

- Why not?
- Well, it might cause talk, a scandal.

Haven't we worse to
fear than a scandal?

But what good would it do, miss, telling
the vicar our secrets? He can't help us.

He's perhaps the only one who can.

What good would it do, miss,
telling the vicar our secrets?

He can't help us.

Only remember, you are
in supreme authority.

Shh. Flora, it's a secret.

You must remember it's a secret.

Watch her.

Watch her.

Flora, it's a secret. It's a secret.

It's a secret. A secret.

I've made up my mind.

Right after church, I shall take the next
train to London and see their uncle.

- He must have returned.
- But why, miss? Why now?

Because I... We can go
on no longer without help.

I know you're almost sick with worry,
but accept for odd times...

you can't say the children
haven't been good.

But they haven't been good,
merely easy to live with.

Because they are not living with us.
We have no part in their real life.

Dear Mrs. Grose, I know it's hard for
you to think wrong of those children...

but there are things that
I haven't told you...

that I can't bring
myself to tell even you.

Look at them. What do
you think they're saying?

Well, I don't know, miss.
Just children's talk.

They're talking about them.

Talking horrors.

So far these monsters
have kept their distance.

Only been seen in high places...

through windows, across the lake.

But they intend coming closer.
And if they do...

- What will you say to the master?
- Well, what can I say?

That his house is being poisoned?

That the children are a
pair of calculating liars?

That they have friends who would
frighten them out of their lives...

if they weren't deeply and
forever bound to them?

Oh, yes, I know,
he'll think I'm insane...

or that it's some stupid trick
to get him to notice me.

Oh, I wish there was
something I could do to help.

There is. Have you
told me everything?

If I am to convince their uncle,
I must have the truth.

All the truth.

How did Miss Jessel die?

Please, miss, we'll be late.

How did she die?

In wickedness.

She put an end to herself.
She was found in the lake, drowned.

Oh, I'm sorry, miss. I...
I should never have told you.

I'm glad you did.

Oh, go in, Mrs. Grose.
I'll follow you in a moment.

Flora.

I do wish you wouldn't go, miss. It seems
wrong somehow, your hurrying off like this.

I'm left with no choice.
Thank you, Mrs. Grose.

There's nothing else to be done...

except to go to their uncle, tell him
everything and force him to understand.

- Did you order the carriage for me?
- I did, miss.

I'll go and see if it's come around. I'll get
someone to take your luggage down.

Thank you. I shall be
in the schoolroom.

Miss Giddens?

Miss Giddens?

Are you ready, miss?

I'm not going.

Everything has changed.

Are you ill?

- Where are the children?
- Anna's giving them their milk.

The carriage is ready, miss.

From now on, we must never
let them out of our sight.

We can't take the slightest chance.

Of what?

She was here.

She was waiting for me.

Who?

- She spoke.
- She spoke?

It came to that.

Oh, I could feel pity for her...

if she herself were not so pitiless.

And hungry. Hungry for him.

For his arms...

and his lips.

But she can only reach him...

they can only reach each other by
entering the souls of the children...

and possessing them.

The children are possessed.

They live and know...

and share this hell.

Then surely you must tell the master.

I can't leave them now.

I shall write to him and insist
upon his coming down here.

But even if he chooses
to ignore me...

with or without his help, I think
I know how we can save them.

Yes, miss?

They must be made to
admit what is happening.

One word, one word of the
truth from these children...

and we can cast out
those devils forever.

I pray to God you're right, miss.

Shh.

Softly. The children are listening.

He had a wound on his
head as if he'd slipped.

I can't forget his eyes...
they were open.

What shall I say when
his feet enter softly...

leaving the marks of
his grave on my floor?

Kiss me. Kiss me.

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.

Look at the children.

Look at the children.

You're hurting me.

The children are watching.

The children are watching.

The children are watching.

Haven't they taught you?
Knock before you enter.

Knock before you enter.

Knock before you enter.

Love me! Love me! Love me!

Love me! Love me!

Quint is dead.

Flora!

Flora!

Somebody's walking in the garden.

Miles!

Oh!

Miles, what were you doing?

- When?
- You were looking up at the tower.

- You saw something.
- Of course I did.

- What did you see?
- Only you, Miss Giddens.

- I was waiting for you.
- Waiting?

Oh, I knew you'd look out.
But don't you want to know why?

I'll tell you the real, true reason.

- But I wonder if you'll understand.
- I'll try.

Well, put me back to bed then,
if you're not too cross.

- Are you cross?
- Yes, I am.

I thought you would be. Come on.
I'll tell you when I'm in bed.

- Well, now...
- Yes?

I wanted you to think
me bad for a change.

For a change?

Well, I thought I might
be becoming a bore.

Miles, tell me the truth.

But I am. I mean, good children
do get a bit boring, don't they?

So I thought, why not go out tonight
and wander about in my bare feet?

It was a shocking thing
to do, wasn't it?

Yes, very shocking.

Well, that was our plan.
Flora and I arranged it together.

But we giggled so. I was
sure you must have heard us.

Yes, I... I did hear something.

I told her to go over
to the window...

then you'd be bound
to look out and see me.

Flora's been bad as well.

Miles, what are you
hiding under your pillow?

I'm not hiding it.
I'm keeping it warm.

I found it this morning,
one of my pigeons.

I couldn't, could I,
leave it out there alone?

But, Miles...

its neck.

- It looks as though...
- Someone had broken it.

Yes, poor thing.
I'll bury it tomorrow.

Kiss me good night, Miss Giddens.

Are you writing to your
sister, Miss Giddens?

No, Miles, to your uncle.

I knew you would finally.

Did you?

I suppose you're telling him
what a wicked boy I've been.

It concerns you, in part, yes.

Well, do be sure and
give him my love.

Miles, isn't that the tune
that Flora's always singing?

Do you like it?

Where is Flora?

Isn't she here?

Shall I play you something else?

Flora!

Flora!

Flora!

Mrs. Grose! Mrs. Grose! Flora, she's gone!
Miles planned it beautifully.

Oh, yes, it was very clever.
Quick, we must find her.

- Where?
- By the lake where we picnic.

Where we saw Miss Jessel!

- You see? She's taken the boat.
- All alone, that child?

She's not alone. And at
such time, she's not a child.

She's an old, old woman.

- Flora?
- Oh, there you are.

I thought someone was watching me.

And who did you think it was?

Why, Miss Giddens,
you came out without your hat.

So did you.

- How did you get here, dear?
- In the boat.

Miss? Miss Giddens?

And when did you learn to row, Flora?

Miles taught me.

Why did you come here?

I always come here when I want to
dance, when I want to be alone.

And who gave you that music box?

- I don't think I remember.
- Miss Giddens?

Oh, yes, I do. It was Mrs. Grose.

- No, it was not.
- Wasn't it, Miss Giddens, dear?

And where, my pet, is Miss Jessel?

Where is she, Flora?

Miss Giddens?

Where is she?
You know you can see her!

- Miss?
- Look, Flora, look! There!

- You know you can see her.
- I can't! I can't!

Admit it! She's there!
You know you can see her!

- I can't! I can't!
- But look! She's there!

- Stop it! I'm frightened!
- Stop it, miss.

But you can see her. You must!

Hush, hush, dear. She isn't there.
How could she be?

She's dead and buried.
Hush, little lamb.

I can't see anything! I've never seen
anything! You're cruel! You're wicked!

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

- Flora!
- Take me away from her.

She's cruel! Take me away!
Please take me away!

Don't look at her! Don't look at her!
She frightens me so!

Hush, dear. Come on.

Mrs. Grose!

Come along.

I like it when the fire
does that. Don't you?

Shh. Hush, my love.
Anna will stay with you.

I've never known the equal.
Never. It's beyond nature.

Now do you believe me?
Now that you've seen?

Now that I've heard.
In all my years...

and I've known a vile tongue or two in my
time, never have I heard such obscenities.

That pleases you?

No, of course not, but it
justifies me. It's proof.

Perhaps it is, but to hear such
filth from a child's mouth...

I don't know where she could
have learned such language.

- I know.
- I never heard her speak like it before.

- Never. Till you came.
- You saw who taught her.

- You saw that woman.
- I know what I saw.

Has she mentioned it?
Mentioned Miss Jessel?

- Only to say there was no one there.
- You pretended to believe her.

I didn't have to pretend.

Well, how can you say that?

As though you... you too
were a complete innocent?

Well, you lived here.
You knew those two.

You knew them when they were alive,
and what influence they were on the children.

And it frightened you. When I came
here, you were still frightened.

Oh, you were. I sensed it. And why?

Because you felt they
weren't really dead.

And now, despite all that,
you turn on me. You blame me.

And all I want to do is save the children,
not destroy them. Don't you know that?

All I know is Miss Flora was
a sweet, innocent child...

a happy child, until you
made her face that...

- That woman! Say it!
- That bad memory!

It may have been the saving of her.

But you must take her to her uncle.

You must both go away tomorrow.

Away from me, away from them,
the servants... everyone must go.

Leave you here all alone?

Except for Miles.

We were together this afternoon...

sitting in front of the fire.

He didn't say anything...

but he wanted to.

It was like a pendulum...

and I could feel it swinging my way.

Slowly, slowly.

Oh, yes, he wanted to reveal
himself and ask for my help.

And we must give him that chance.
Don't you understand that?

After today, miss, I doubt I
shall ever understand you.

It was a cruel thing. And if
you're planning another cruelty...

But to wake a child out of a
bad dream, is that a cruelty?

If you were my age and had cared
for as many children as I have...

you'd know that waking a child can
sometimes be worse than any bad dream.

- No.
- It's the shock.

And then being suddenly deprived.

No, you're wrong.
You're talking nonsense.

As you say, miss.

You and Flora will leave tomorrow.

It is my decision. I shall
send the servants away.

He put me in charge...
in sole charge, Mrs. Grose.

Tomorrow I must be
alone here with Miles.

Miss, may I ask what I
am to tell their uncle?

The truth.

The truth?

Yes, miss. Thank you.

Mrs. Grose, have you got my letter?

- What letter, miss?
- To their uncle. I left it on the desk.

Oh, I haven't touched it, miss.

Well, I wonder who...

Oh, of course... Miles.

- You're accusing him of stealing?
- Well, what matter.

It's just one thing more for us
to talk about when we're alone.

- Where is Master Miles?
- He went out early this morning.

But I shall wait for him.

He'll come to me.

Well, I... I suppose Miss Flora
and I had best be on our way.

Give her my love...

when she's better.

And, Mrs. Grose, please,
wait till you see Miles again...

before you judge me.

I can't judge you, miss.

A body can only judge themselves.

May God be with you, miss.

So, here you are.

I say, are we having tea in here?

- Yes, Miles.
- How very grand and grown-up.

Yes, and we can talk
together now, like adults.

Jolly nice, I call it.

I feel quite the master of the house.

Where are the servants?

They've gone home.

Oh, did you send them, or did
they take fright and run away?

What do you mean?

Well, you're afraid,
and perhaps you made them so.

And of what...
assuming you are right...

of what am I afraid, Miles?

I'm not a mind reader, my dear.
I've told you that before.

But I do sense things.

Don't worry. There's
a man in the house.

Is there?

Yes, me. I'll protect you.

I say, it is fun. We've got
the whole house to ourselves.

More or less.
There are still the others.

Poor Flora. Is she awfully ill?

I mean, is it serious?

Has she gone to hospital?

No, just to London.

I think Bly didn't agree
with her anymore.

- This house upset her.
- Suddenly?

Oh, no, I had seen it coming on.

Did you? Then why didn't I?

I love Flora, and I know what she
feels before she feels it herself.

She loved this house.

She was as happy here...

As happy as I am.

Are you?

- What?
- So very happy.

Are you, Miles?

If you'll excuse me.

Miles, you haven't...

Poor Flora. She must have been
upset to have forgotten Rupert.

Why did you want to be alone with me?

I think you know very well.

What do I know?

Or rather, what is it
that you want to know?

Well, for one thing, why that night
when you were supposed to be in bed...

- why were you in the garden?
- I told you.

The real reason, Miles.

It's beyond me why you go
on asking a fellow questions...

when every time he answers
you you tell him it isn't true.

Because you are not
telling the truth.

Don't shout. Don't be so angry.

It does something to your face.

It makes you look ugly and cruel.

Miles. Miles, listen to me.

I'm not a cruel person.

I'm sometimes very foolish
and I make mistakes...

but I'm not cruel.

My father taught me to
love people and help them.

Help them even if
they refuse my help.

Even if it hurt them sometimes.

And that's the only reason
I'm here is to help you.

Whatever you've done,
I'm not against you.

- I don't think it's your fault.
- But I haven't done anything.

Then why were you
sent home from school?

It must be because I'm different.

But you aren't.
You're like any other boy.

Ah, now who isn't telling the truth?

If you really thought that, we wouldn't
be having these conversations.

No, my dear, you don't think
I'm like any other boy.

That's why you're afraid.

If I am, it's for you.

And I am afraid for you, Miles.

- If you don't tell me now...
- There's nothing.

Isn't there? Why did
you take my letter?

You did take it, didn't you?

Yes, I took it.

Why?

To see what you said about us.

Us?

Well, about me.

And what did you discover?

You thanked my uncle
for trusting you.

You apologized for troubling him...

for asking him to come down.

Go on, Miles. What else did I say?

That's all I read. I heard footsteps.
I threw it on the fire.

And did you take other things?

Is that what you did at school?

No, I'm not a thief.

Then what did you do, Miles?

I... Well, I... I said things.

Yes, Miles?

Sometimes I hurt things.

And sometimes at night...

when everything was dark...

- What?
- They screamed.

The masters heard about it.

They said I frightened
the other boys.

And when...

did you first see and
hear of such things?

Why, I... I made them up.

Who taught them to you?

I told you, they just
came into my head.

What were they?

Shall I tell you who
taught them to you?

I won't ever again. I promise.

Shall I tell you who taught you the things
you've done, the things you've said?

- Shall I tell you his name?
- You don't fool me.

I know why you keep on and on.

It's because you're afraid.
You're afraid you might be mad.

So you keep on and on, trying to make
me admit something that isn't true.

Trying to frighten me the
way you frightened Flora.

- Miles.
- But I'm not Flora. I'm no baby.

You think you can run to
my uncle with a lot of lies.

But he won't believe you,
not when I tell him what you are...

a damned hussy,
a damned dirty-minded hag!

You never fooled us. We always knew.

- Miles?
- Forgive me.

Hush, darling, hush.

- There.
- I didn't mean it.

Oh, it wasn't you.

That voice, those words...

they weren't yours.

- Forgive me.
- Oh, Miles.

Dear Miles, say it now.

Now, while I'm holding you.

Say his name...

and it will all be over.

Who?

The man who taught you.

The man you've been meeting...

that you've never stopped meeting.

You're wrong! You're insane!

- You're insane! You're insane!
- His name, Miles!

His name, Miles. Tell me his name!

- You must tell me his name!
- He's dead!

Look! Miles, look!

- Look!
- No!

- He's here! For the last time, he's here!
- No, no, he's dead!

He's here, and you must say his name!

Quint! Peter Quint! Where? Where?

Where? Where, you devil?

Where?

He's gone, Miles.

You're safe.

You're free.

I have you.

He's lost you forever.

Miles?

Miles!

Miles!

Oh!

Oh, no.