All language subtitles for Arnold.1973_track4_eng

(lively piano music)

(bells ring)

(ominous music)

(ominous music cont.)

(raven caws)

(cat meows)

(raven caws)

(cat hisses)

(raven caws)

(cat screeches)

(thunder rumbles)

(raven caws)

- I hear you, Reggie.

But I haven't got time
to play with you now.

That pussy cat's going
to get you for din-dins

one of these days.

Go on, now. Go on.

(thunder claps)

(ominous music)

(thunder claps)

(bicycle clatters)

- (sighs) Well, that...

It's a sad day, Jonesy.

- Dwellyn Manor will never be the same,

now His Lordship is dead and buried.

- No, no, no, no.

(church bells chime)

I Love has found a way,
on this, our wedding day I

Arnold

Arnold

I And in a moment now,
we will take our vow I

Arnold

I Darling Arnold I

I Tender Arnold I

I How do I love thee,
just you wait and see I

Arnold

Arnold

I And let me count the ways
through the nights and days I

I Arnold, you and me, darling Arnold I

I Warm, sweet Arnold I

- There's been a horrible mistake.

They've mixed up the
marrying with the burying!

(suspenseful music)

(thunder claps)

(thunder claps)
(organ music)

(ominous rendition of "Bridal March")

(thunder claps)

(thunder claps)

(thunder claps)

- Dearly beloved.

We are gathered together
to pay our last res...

No, I...

To join in holy wedlock, this man...

(thunder claps)

(minister coughs)

(minister groans)

Uh, to join in holy wedlock

this man and this woman,

in holy wedlock.

Uh, for in as much as
this man and this woman

have consented to live as one,

sharing joys, sharing sorrows, sharing...

Burdens.

Uh, if there be anyone present
who can show just cause

why these two should not be
joined in holy matrimony,

let him speak.

Now.

Forever hold his peace?

(minister sighs)

(thunder claps)

Uh...

Karen and Arnold, do you
freely enter into wedded bliss

and forsaking all others,

promise to love, honor and cherish,

for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer,

in sickness and in
health, until death do...

Uh...

Uh, no.

Uh...

Karen.

Do you take this man to be
your lawfully wedded husband?

I do.

- Yeah.

Uh...

Arnold...

Arnold, do you take this woman to be your

lawfully wedded wife?

(thunder claps)

- [Arnold] I do.

(minister sighs)

- The ring.

The ring!

- Oh, oh.

(thunder claps)

Uh...

I, uh...

I pronounce you man and wife! l...

(thunder claps)

May heaven have mercy on my soul.

(thunder claps)

(children giggle)

(children giggle)

(children giggle)

- I'd not believe it if I
hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

- Will you not be putting His
Lordship in the crypt, is it?

- Devil through smoke.

I think the old fox is
taking off on honeymoon.

(Henry laughs)

- Oh, Lady Dwellyn, I
don't believe you've met

my young legal associate, Evan Lyons.

- My condolences on the death
of your husband, Lady Dwellyn.

- Lord Dwellyn's brother, Robert.

- I don't need any condolences.

I need a stiff drink.

- Don't forget the meeting tonight.

- [Robert] Mm-hm!

- Mr. Whitehead.

What did Arnold hope to prove
by this bizarre ceremony

with that oversexed airline hostess?

- It'll all be explained

during the meeting at the
manor house this evening.

Excuse me, please.

(distant thunder claps)

(hushed chatter)

- A decent, God-fearing
place like Wales would...

Oh. Morning, sir.
- I'm Douglas Whitehead.

Lord Dwellyn's solicitor.

There will be a brief legal hearing

at the manor house this evening

and I'd like all members of His
Lordship's staff to join us.

You too, Constable.

- Oh, right-oh, sir! Be a pleasure.

That is, uh... (clears throat)

I'll be along, sir.

Oh, and begging your pardon, sir.

Would you mind explaining
what sort of peculiar religion

His Lordship subscribed to?

I never saw no last rites
like that before, I never!

- It wasn't a funeral. It was a wedding!

- That's it! That's it, exactly.

That's exactly how it looked to me.

I said to myself, "Henry Hooke," I said,

"His Lordship may be lying
there, as cold as a cod," I said,

"but he's taken himself a bride, he is!"

Then, quick as a flash, I answers myself.

"How can that be, Henry Hooke?

His Lordship's already got
himself a wife. Lady Jocelyn."

- No, no, no. She's a widow now.

Cousin Arnold is dead, you know.

- Oh, well, that explains
everything, you see!

With His Lordship Dead,
Lady Jocelyn 's a widow,

and that leaves him free to to, uh...

To...

(thunder claps)

I How do I love thee,
just you wait and see I

Arnold

I Oh, Arnold I

I Until our final breath,
even better after death I

Arnold

I Darling Arnold I

I Tender Arnold I

I Happy bride and groom,
exotic honeymoon I

Arnold

Arnold

I They said it couldn't be I

I But just you wait and see I

I Arnold, you and me through eternity I

I Oh, warm, sweet Arnold I

(thunder claps)

Arnold

- Karen!

My dear little, sweet, new sister.

I'm so happy for you and Arnie!

- Ah.
- Oh! (giggles)

- Thank you, Hester.

- I wish you both many
years of wedded bliss.

- I'm so glad you approve.

Some sisters are overly protective.

- (chuckles) Oh, you're a perfect couple.

I do hope you don't think ill of me

for not attending the ceremony.

- Oh, of course not.

I simply had to stay and prepare
for the guests, you know.

(Hester chuckles)
(thunder rumbles)

Besides, I'm afraid I would've
embarrassed too terribly.

- I'm sure you wouldn't have.

- (chuckles) Oh, yes.

I always weep so... (sobs)

so hysterically at weddings.
(cat meows)

Oh, I'm sorry.

Here I stand, chattering away.

And I'm sure that you
two, you two love birds,

will wish to be alone for a bit,

before the others start dropping in.

- Well, I'm sure these gentlemen

would like to put Arnold down somewhere.

- Oh! Of course.

This way. In the drawing room, please!

I have a nice, comfy place, arranged on...

(chuckles) There you are, Arnie.

Your very favorite place.

Arnie was born in this house, you know.

- Yes.

So I understand.

- It's a...

It's a homey place, with a
lived-in feeling. (chuckles)

Don't you think?

- Hm.

- Now, Arnie.

Let big sister fix your
tie, tidy your hair

before the guests arrive.

- Hester, don't you think we
should keep it closed, for now?

- No.

Arnie loves to go to parties.

(thunder claps)
(cat yowls)

For shame, pussy cat!

He and Arnie have never been

on the best of terms, I'm afraid.

Oh, here I am fussing overArnie again.

I must try to remember
you're his new bride

and you'll be wanting to do these...

these little things for him yourself now.

The green button.

(eerie music)

(thunder claps)

- Lord Dwellyn requested
that the reading of his will

be held the evening
after the, uh, ceremony.

This testament is a
matter of written, signed,

and duly notarized record.

However, I shall not read it to you.

The details of the various
settlements will be presented by

His Lordship personally.

(thunder claps)

- [Arnold, V.O.] My dear
family and faithful friends,

thank you for attending the ceremony today

and sharing with me my happiest hour.

I know you are most anxious to
learn how you fare in my will

and I assure you, I've gone
to some pains to see that

each of you receives
exactly what he deserves.

First, to Hester, my darling
sister whom I cherish,

who has tended and cared
for me so lovingly,

I leave a lifetime trust
of 100 pounds a month,

and the incontestable right
to reside in this house

for as long as she shall live.

- Thank you, Arnie.
(cat meows)

- [Arnold] You're quite welcome, Hester.

- Oh.

- [Arnold] To Cousin
Douglas, a distant relative

nonetheless dear to us all,
I entrust the settlement

of my estate and certain
other affairs, attendant upon

my late demise and current marriage.

His retainer shall continue at
its more than generous level.

Next, to my younger brother, Robbie,

who has apparently never
wished for anything,

obviously never worked for anything.

Consequently, has nothing.

I bequeath nothing.

(thunder claps)

(cat screeches)

" Dybbi!

Nevermind that.

Light the candles!

(thunder claps)

(cat screeches)

- Pussy cat!

You mustn't sit on Arnie.
(cat growls)

He's allergic to kitties!

(Hester chuckles)

(cat meows)

Pussy.

- [Arnold] And to continue.

To my bereaved and
grieving widow, Jocelyn,

I leave that which she has
always treasured more than me.

Her title, Lady Dwellyn,
and the Rolls-Royce

to help her maintain the facade
of nobility she cherishes.

Please remain seated, my dear.

(cat meows)

Since you refused the one million pounds

I offered for a divorce,

money quite obviously
means nothing to you.

So, as a loving remembrance,
a little gesture of affection,

I give you one share in the
Lady D Cosmetic Company.

- One share?

What about the rest of the estate?

- [Arnold] As for the rest of the estate,

which everyone knows is monumental,

I leave it all to my lovely,
adorable bride, Karen.

Sole ownership of Dwellyn Chemicals

and all subsidiary
companies, stocks, bonds,

and an enormous hoard of cash,

which is safely deposited in a vault.

The location of which I shall
reveal in the near future.

Dear, sweet Karen.

Even though frustrated by the knowledge

that my heartless wife
would never grant a divorce

and knowing that for the past two years,

I suffered a terminal illness

which might bring the end at any moment,

you remained my warm and tender lover.

Just as I know you will abide lovingly

by the terms of this will
and our premarital agreement

to keep me with you always,

just as you see me now,

for as long as you shall live.

(ominous tones)

(thunder claps)

- Most generous of His
Lordship to remember all of us

in the will too, ma'am.

- One in a million, he
was. One in a million.

Got yourself a fine
gentleman there, ma'am.

And I wish you many happy years together.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

(rain splashes)
Oh-ho!

Lovely day for this sort of a wedding.

Cheerio, ma'am.
- Goodbye, ma'am.

- Oh, you're not leaving
also, Mr. Whitehead?

- Yes, I'm sorry, my dear.

Evan and I would like to
stay and drink a toast,

to you in the groom, but we
must get back to Liverpool.

- Oh.

- As long as I'm down this way,
I thought I might drive over

and take care of that Ferguson matter.

- Excellent idea.

That's combining business
with, uh, business.

See you in Liverpool.

I'll see the estate is settled
as soon as possible, my dear.

- Oh, thank you.

- And if you have any
questions concerning the will,

don't hesitate to ring me up.

After all, Arnie and I are cousins.

Or were.

No, no. I should say "are."

(Karen chuckles)

- Oh! There is one other little thing.

About the money Arnold
mentioned...in some vault?

- I'm afraid I haven't
the foggiest notion.

- Oh.

Well, it's really not
important. I was just curious.

- I'm sure you'll be
informed of its whereabouts

soon enough.

Arnold always provided for
every contingency and this time,

he seems to have outdone himself.

(rain splashes)

(Karen sighs deeply)

- Dybbi? Take this to the car, please.

- Jocelyn.

- I hope you and your
bridegroom, my dead husband,

will be very happy together
in this medieval mausoleum.

- I can understand your bitterness.

If only you'd given Arnold
more love and affection.

- You gave him enough
"affection" for both of us.

- All he wanted was --
- I know what he wanted.

What is your going rate?
- (gasps) Lady Dwellyn!

You are mistaken.

Arnold and I never, never discussed money.

(thunder claps)
- What did he do?

Just leave it on the mantle each night?

- Ours was a deep and honest love.

In fact, I love Arnold so much,

I refuse to let even death separate us.

- Rubbish.

You won't get away with it, you know.

It's quite illegal to marry a corpse.

- Well, Mr. Whitehead feels

that he can prove our marriage valid.

(Karen chuckles)

He intends to establish a precedent

using the analogy of women

who marry soldiers at the front, by proxy.

Men who might already have died in battle,

before the wedding ceremony was performed.

(rain splashes)

- The courts will award
me the entire estate!

I am the rightful heir.

Arnold's one and only wife,

and widow.

Happy honeymoon, you bitch.

(ominous music)

(Karen gasps)

(both chuckle)

(Robert moans)

- I haven't had a chance to
congratulate the bride yet.

Now that old Arnie's dead, we
don't have to hide anymore.

(Karen moans)

(Karen chuckles)

- Come on.
- What's wrong?

Well, not in front of Arnie.

- Hm? Why?

- I get the creepy
feeling he's watching us!

- Oh, come on.

Old Arnie can't see a thing.

See? (chuckles)

Dead as a sausage.
- Oh, but he looks so alive.

(Robert chuckles)

- I must say, he never looked better.

- Those eyes.

And that smile.

They make my flesh creep.

(Robert chuckles)

- Well, you must admit, that
is a fancy piece of marinating.

Can you imagine devising a
method to have the joints

of your corpse articulated
so you could be moved

into any position you like,
just like a bloody puppet?

I know.

Let's dress him up in his shorts

and stand him out on the croquet court.

- Robbie! That's sacrilegious.

- Look who's getting squeamish. (chuckles)

You married him.

- You know why I married him.

Oh, I can't stand even being near him.

I have to stay here to inherit the estate!

- We are going to hire the
best solicitor in England

and break that ridiculous agreement.

I am the one you are going to spend

the rest of your life with.

- Karen, dear!

The postman brought these
and this one is for you.

Oh! Are you three having fun?

(Hester chuckles)

(thunder claps)
(Hester hums cheerfully)

- This must be a wedding gift.

" Hm!

- It's another tape.

- Does that disturb you?

- I don't wanna hear that voice again.

- That voice just may tell you

where all that lovely money is hidden.

(cassette clacks)

- [Arnold] Little Robbie,

you disgraceful blot on
the Dwellyn escutcheon.

You've always coveted everything I owned

and now you hope to take my
lovely bride away from me.

- He knows about us!

- [Arnold] Oh, yes.

I know how you feel about dear Karen.

- What are we going to do?
- Karen!

- He's always been so damn jealous!

- You must be rational!

Now, he made this tape before he died.

- If he really is dead,
it was timed so perfectly.

How could he know you would
be here when it arrived?

Coincidence?
(thunder claps)

- No, no, no, no. Of course not.

Arnie knew me so well, he
could anticipate my every move.

(Robert sighs)

- Then who sent the tape?

- That is the interesting question.

All right, Arnie.
(thunder claps)

Who is it?

Who is trying to drive us bonkers?

Hm?

Did you make an agreement
with Cousin Douglas?

I mean, he'd do anything for money.

Or stuttering old Hester?

She always did anything you wanted.

Or is it that Hindu spook
that you picked up in India

all those years ago,

when he lost his arm trying
to save your miserable life?

He worshiped...
(ominous music)

We are forgetting someone.

' Who?

- The poor, grieving widow.

Jocelyn.

(wipers clack rhythmically)

- Well, darling? What do you think?

- I think the entire estate

landed precisely where it belongs.

- Really?
- Mm-hm.

(both chuckle)

If I couldn't outwit dreary old Whitehead,

I'd pack up my blackstone.

- How will you do it?

- After I take care of
the Ferguson matter,

I'll tell you, my sweet.

- How long will it be?

- I'll meet you at the Shield
and Plume before midnight.

(tires screech)
- Evan! Evan!

(Evan chuckles)

(thunder claps)
(rain splashes)

(soft, jazzy music)

- [Governor] Your move, Flo.

- Be with you in half a mo', Governor.

Now, where was I?

- Take your time, darlin'.

(rain splashes)

(thunder claps)

- Ah!

King me.

Ooh! You're a bold, wicked one, you are.

- Dear, dear! What weather.

Raining puppies and pussies, it is. Aye.

- Well, will you look
what the storm blew in.

- Gov'nor, it's your son!

- Don't remind me.

- Oh, dear, sorry. I've gone
and got you all wet, didn't I?

And you inside, thinking you
was gonna be dry. (laughs)

Hello, Dy. How are you?
- Yeah, Constable.

- Shawmy.
- Good evening, Constable.

- Evening, Gov'nor.

Well, how's my sweet Flo this evening, eh?

Come on. Give us a kiss, then.

There's lovely, eh? (laughs)

Listen, uh...

I was at a wedding today
and it reminded me, uh,

when is you and me going
to nip down the island?

- All in good time, Henry.

- Oh, come on now, Flo.

Been betrothed for a year, we have.

All this waiting, it's very
hard on a man, you know.

- Why ain't you out on your beat?

- It's raining out, Gov'nor!

- You never knew when to come
in outta the rain before.

- Well, uh, what with
the storm and everything,

I thought you might fancy a
ride home in my handlebars.

- Oh, that's sweet of you, Henry.

- And then, uh, perhaps we
could pop up to your flat

and, uh, watch the
television with your mother?

- Ah. Listen to him.

A ruddy sex fiend!

- Miss?
- Yes, ma'am?

- I'm going to retire now. I
don't wish to be disturbed.

By anyone.
- No, ma'am.

I'll see to it.

- I never knew Her
Ladyship was staying here.

Lends a bit of class to
the place, eh, Gov'nor?

- Quit babblin', boy!

I'm trying to figure out me next move.

(thunder claps)

(foreboding music)

- What an idiotic man you
were, Lord Arnold Dwellyn.

And that bizarre and ridiculous marriage.

You simply couldn't
bear to think of losing

your sweet, young mistress, could you?

Well, I have a surprise for you, too.

My years with you weren't
all as dreary and barren

and loveless as you imagined.

I also had a lover. (chuckles)

Someone you never even knew.

He'll be here shortly to keep me company

and to talk about breaking
your ludicrous will.

You can simply sit there and watch.

And do nothing,

'cause you're dead, Arnold.

And I'm your widow, not your ex-wife,

despite that farce of a
wedding you staged today.

(thunder claps)
(ominous music)

(Jocelyn groans)

(Jocelyn moans)

(thunder claps)

(Jocelyn screams)

- Thank you, Henry.

- (gasps) Ooh!

- What happened?

- The governor.

He just made his move.

(Jocelyn groans)
(glass shatters)

(Jocelyn screams)

(glass shatters)

(Jocelyn screams)
(glass shatters)

(thunder claps)
(rain splashes)

(thunder claps)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Jocelyn groans)

(thunder claps)

(Jocelyn groans)

(Jocelyn grunts)

(Jocelyn screams)

- What was that?

- What was what?

I never heard nothing.

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

" Oh!

Upstairs.

Excuse me.

I'll investigate.

(suspenseful music)

(thunder claps)

(knocks on door)
(tense music)

(raven caws)

(bicycle bell rings)

(bicycle clatters)

- (chuckles) Oh.

Paying your last respects to Her Ladyship?

- It was a terrible shock to all of us.

- Oh, up or down, don't know.

Happens to us all, sooner
or later, you know.

And it all ends right here.

- That's not a very
comforting thought, Constable.

- Uh, well, ma'am, at least
you're the sole surviving widow

of Lord Arnold now.

- She's not a widow, Constable.

She's a new bride.

- Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am.

Always forgetting, I am.
There's a strange one, it is.

- Have you completed your
investigation of the tragedy?

- Oh, it's all in my report,
ma'am. (clears throat)

Her Ladyship was putting
a bit of goo on her face,

just before bedtime, when this
this dreadful thing happened

all of a sudden like.

Bits and pieces of her face fell off.

Oh. (sighs)

Peeled like a ruddy onion, she was. Yes.

If you don't mind my saying so,

that goo was a real
wrinkle remover, indeed.

(Henry laughs)

" Oh!

- Karen!

Poordean

- Jonesy? I've been wondering.

- Yes, Constable Hooke?

- Did they make it a cemetery down here

'cause it's always foggy, or
is it always foggy down here

because they made it a cemetery?

- L give UP-

- What do you mean you give up?

- I don't know. What's the answer?

- I don't know, I'm asking you!

- Ijust told you, I don't know!

- Well, there's no need
to be petulant, is there?

(soft, moody music)

Gee, I don't know.

Everybody's so sensitive.

I'll kill that bloody
raven one of these days.

- Robert?

It's Karen.

You've got to come out right away.

No, no. You must come out.

Now!

It's about Jocelyn's death.

I know who did it.

(phone clacks)

(ominous music)

(engine revs)

- Who did it?

- Arnold.

He put something terrible
in her face cream.

- Karen, are you going 'round the bend?

- He did, Robbie!

- Oh.

- The cold cream is what killed her.

Constable Hooke told me.

- (scoffs) Karen!

Do you actually believe that
old Arnie was dead for a week,

came back, and then
sneaked in and put acid

in old Jocelyn's cold cream?

Come on.

- Well, if he didn't come back,
then he planned it somehow.

- Well, why be so upset about it, damn it?

If old Arnie did do it, then
I say bless his rotten soul!

- Why?

- Because!

There will be nobody
left to contest the will.

The money will be all yours.

Ours.

Oh, really. You simply must
look at these things properly.

What do you mean by
sneaking in here like that?

Don't you ever announce yourself?

(eerie music)

' Dybbi?

When did this come?

The postman has already been here today.

Was it delivered by messenger?

- Damned Hindu zombie.

He is a perfect house boy for a corpse.

- It's another message from
Arnold, I'm sure of it.

- [Robert] Karen.

- Well, now we know it's not
Jocelyn who's sending them.

- Here.
- (gasps) No!

I can't stand to hear that voice anymore.

Robbie, I don't care about the cash.

The estate is enough.

- We are not going to
leave a bank full of money

lying around for somebody else to find.

Besides, the settlement of
the estate could be hung up

in the court for months.

No, for years.

- [Arnold] My dear Karen.

By now, you will have heard
how selfish, cold-hearted,

unrelenting Jocelyn met
her well-deserved end.

Messy, but most effective.

- He did it. Maybe we'll be next.

" Shh!

- [Arnold] Now, of course,
your first thought will be,

"Am I next?"

Dear, dear Karen.

Can't you understand that all I wish

is to be with you always?

Can't you find it in your heart
to live up to our agreement?

If not, I fear your weakness
will destroy you, my darling.

And loathsome little Robbie, as well.

- That is enough!

I don't have to listen to you anymore!

- He'll get us, Robbie!

Somehow, some way.

I know he will. I can't stand it anymore!

- Karen! Now, be quiet!

Let me think.

Karen?

It is apparent that old Arnie made

a very deep psychological study of us.

- Her face!

" Shh!

Now, don't worry.

We can fox him.

' How?

- He has a fixed plot!

He can't change it now.

But we can.

- Maybe you're right.

- Of course I'm right.

Now.

You and I are going to
make our little plan.

- All right.

But not here.

That's the first thing
we've got to change.

I feel Arnold is watching
and listening to every word.

- Well, how about my flat in the village?

- Mm.
(Robert chuckles)

- We have a cozy fire.

"Mm?

- We can, uh, dine by
candlelight and, uh...

- Children!

Heavens, this is my night

for the weekly quilting
party at the church.

I do hope you can manage
supper alone, dear.

And I fed pussy cat.

- Oh, it's quite all right,
Hester, because Robbie and I

are driving into the village for supper.

" Oh!

How nice.

Getting to know all the family.

I'm sure Arnie would
approve your going out

once in a while.

- We can drop you on the way, sis.

- No thank you, Robbie.

That's sweet,

but I enjoy the walk across the moors.

The heather smells so
delicious just after sundown.

Ta-ta.

Oh.

- "Ta-ta."

(Robert chuckles)

- Dybbi.

(eerie music)

Dybbi.

Have Jonesy bring the car around front.

Please.

- Damn zombie!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(both laughing)

Hey.

- I'm so glad you stopped for champagne.

I really feel like celebrating,

now that I'm out of that awful house.

- Who needs

Champagne?

- Ah.

(both giggle)

(Karen moans)

(Karen moans and giggles)
(ominous music)

- [Robert] I think we would
be much more comfortable

in the bedroom.

(Karen moans)

- Much.

(Karen chuckles)

(ominous music)
(Karen gasps)

(Karen screams)

- Karen!

What the hell is...

Oh, my...

(Robert grunts)

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

- Why have we stopped?

- We were idiots, running out like that.

That's just what Arnie wanted.

- Robbie, how did he get there?

- Somebody brought him and whoever it was

is moving him back to the
manor house right now.

If we hurry, we can catch them.

(tires screech)

- Robbie, how?

How could he...
(door closes)

My

You're home early.

You should've been with me.

Oh, it was so delightful
at the quilting party.

And isn't Arnie a dear, generous soul

to let us all go out and enjoy ourselves?

(Hester hums cheerfully)

- Hester?
- Hm?

- Did you notice anyone
hanging around outside

when you came home?

- No.

Only Jonesy.

He was locking up the garden
tool house for the night.

- All right.

- I'll go and make some tea.

- Oh, now that is a
wonderful idea! (chuckles)

- I'm leaving.

- [Robert] What are you saying?

- I'm not gonna hang around!

That son of a bitch never meant

to go through with our agreement.

It was all just a plot to
keep me around after he died,

so that he could kill me!

- Karen!

Now, this is nonsense.

You have to stick around

until the court settles on
the estate, or at least until

Arnie lets you know where
that cash is hidden.

- I don't believe he intends to tell me!

- Wait a minute!

No, it could be hidden in this house.

(Robert gasps)
(suspenseful music)

Yes.

It might be in this very room.

But where the hell do you...

You don't suppose that
he could've hidden it

in the most obvious place of all?

I mean, where he could
keep his hands on it.

You mind, uh, if I take
a look, Arnie, old chap?

Mm?

(ominous music)

I don't believe it.

- What is it?

(Karen gasps)

He walked across the moors.

- Don't you start that!

Whoever moved him

just dragged his feet a little.

(Robert sighs)

Well, obviously the money
is not in the coffin.

But I know it's in this
house here, somewhere.

And if he doesn't tell
us about it pretty soon,

I'll tell you, I'm going to
tear this damn place apart!

- Well, I'm not spending
another minute here!

- All right!

All right.

You can go to my flat.

- No! I'm not going there again, either.

- Oh, god, girl. All right, then.

I'll take you to an inn.

- What inn? Some inn. An inn!

I mean, that should calm
your supernatural fears.

How the hell can he
know where you're going

if you don't know?

- I'll change my clothes and pack a bag.

(Robert sighs)

- I need something, too.

Yeah, I think I'll borrow
one of your suits, Arnie.

I mean, you're not
going out again tonight,

are you, old chap?

(moody music)

Karen.

You feeling better?

- (sighs) I will when we're out of here.

(Robert chuckles)

- Hester?
- Oh, Robbie, look!

This parcel arrived by messenger
tonight while we were out.

Dybbi accepted it.

- Oh, thank heavens, it's
too big to be another tape.

- It's for Arnie, from London.

(gasps) It may be a wedding gift!

- [Robert] (chuckles) Well, let's see!

- Oh!
- Well, look at that.

Now, that is very elegant.

Old Arnie must have ordered a new suit.

At least I won't have
to wear a hand-me-down.

- Oh, Robbie. You always were
one to sample Arnie's goodies.

- Maybe that is because Arnie always had

so many more goodies than I did.

Come on along, Hester,
old thing. Time to go!

I am going to change.

- [Hester] Oh! (chuckles)

(foreboding orchestral music)

(knocking on door)

- Karen!

Karen!

- I'm not dressed yet.

- Oh, no. Let me in.

(Karen sighs)

- Robbie.

Not now.

Be patient.

I'll be right down.

(armor clangs)

(tense music)

(bookcase scraping)

- Well, Arnie!

Ah. Your suit fits me perfectly.

See? (chuckles)

Just the way your whole
life is going to fit me.

You enjoyed seeing me
penniless and disowned,

while you built up your own
miserable fortune, didn't you?

Then you spit on me in your will.

You bastard.

I'm going to get
everything that you hoarded

in your whole, miserable life.

And by the simple and delightful device

of stealing your sweet little bride.

Mm!

She, um, never was really yours, you know.

No. (chuckles)

Not even when you were alive.

What's the matter, Arnie?

Nothing to say?

Hm?

No tape for that, huh?

(Robert chuckles)

Things are...

Things aren't turning out

the way you...

(Robert groaning and choking)
(dramatic orchestral music)

(Robert groaning and choking)

(Robert groaning and gasping)

(Robert chokes)

You son of a bitch!

(Robert groaning and choking)

(Robert groaning and choking)

(Robert chokes)

(fabric tears)

- Robbie?

Robbie, I'm all ready.

Robbie?

(Karen screams)

(dramatic orchestral music)
(Karen screams)

(Karen sobs)

(raven caws)

- Oh, yeah, it took a
long time scraping up

enough of Master Robert to
fill this hole in proper.

Oh, well. Rest in peace,
as the saying goes.

And rest in pieces, too, I suppose. Yeah.

(wings flap)

- Poor Lady Dwellyn.
Dreadful shock, you know.

Master Robert poppin' his buttons

right in her face that way.

- Yes. His buttons is all that
was left of him, poor chap.

- Your move, Flo.

Jonesy

Fancy this!

- Well, I got got back
from picking up the post.

Oh, I thought perhaps I might
indulge myself to a pint.

- Yes, these gloomy days, you
could do the bit of cheer!

- Here you go, love.

- Well...

Up the RAF.

- Right up. (clears throat)

- Ah.

- Have another?

- No, I best be getting
back to Dwellyn Manor.

May have another hole to dig.

Bye, all.

- [Henry] I'll have one, love.

- Ooh. Jonesy forgot his package.

I'll have to run after him.

- Oh, wait a minute, Flo,
love. Let me see that.

There you are, you see. It's
addressed to Lady Dwellyn.

I'll take it to her when
I go to finish my report.

(Henry tuts)

Dear lady's been in a state
of shock the last few days.

Hasn't said a word to a soul
since Master Robert exploded.

No.

Well, there you are. (sighs)

(indistinct) boarded up.

- Gov'nor, your son's a
saint. That's what he is.

- There's a suspicion in me mind

that he's neither a saint, nor me son.

Gov nor

- Your move, love.

- (laughs) Most gracious
of you to see me, ma'am.

Yes, indeed. Yes. (chuckles)

There's only one or two bits
about this puzzling case

I'd like to clear up.

- Of course, Constable.

- Uh... (chuckles)

Beggin' your indulgence, Your Lordship.

I'll only be a moment.

Yes.

Now, as I stated in my report, ma'am,

I found the assorted bits and pieces

here in the drawing room.

Yes. (clears throat)

There was his head, on the mantelpiece.

All blue, it was, and blown up
like a ruddy circus balloon.

Yes, but I made out Master
Robert right enough!

- Yes. Yes, I understand.

Vividly.

- Oh, it's cleaned up
very nicely. Ah, yes.

And nestling over here in a
corner was his pair of shoes,

and scattered about, higglety pigglety,

was wee bits and pieces

of what goes between
the head and the shoes.

Sort of like a jigsaw puzzle,
you might say. (laughs)

- Please, get to your question.

- Right. Right you are.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Now, all I want to clear
up my report is this.

Was all them various
components Master Robert,

or might there have been Master Robert

and some other person?

And one of 'em... (coughs)

A midget.

- There was only Robert!

- Thank you, ma'am.

That saves a lot of further
fuss I'm talking about.

(Henry chuckles)

Odd sort of accident,
really. Very odd, yes.

Combination of too much heat
and too much brandy, I suppose.

- Yes, maybe. I don't know.

(Henry chuckles)

(Henry clears his throat)

- Good day, Your Lordship!

I must say, His Lordship's
holding up remarkable.

- (sighs) "Remarkable."

- All he takes, I suppose,

is a bit of dusting off now and then, eh?

Well, we'll just sing three
holy holys and push off home.

Oh! I almost forgot.

This is for you.

Jonesy left it at the
pub a bit ago. (chuckles)

Well, good day, ma'am.

- Good day.

(foreboding orchestral music)

(Karen breathes heavily)

No!

No more tapes.

Arnold?

im leaving you

(foreboding orchestral music cont.)

(eerie music)

- [Arnold] Karen, my dear.

Don't you realize by now

I mean to hold you to our agreement?

I gave Robbie ample warning
he was headed for disaster.

He didn't listen.

So I designed that suit
especially for him.

(chuckles) I'm afraid it will
never be a popular model.

There is no escape, Karen.

You and I will always be together.

And from now on, I'm sure
you'll find it much easier

to devote all your attention to me.

(ominous music)

(rotary dial clicks)

- Douglas Whitehead, please.

- I'll take it in here, Ms. Matthews.

Whitehead here.

Oh, yes, Lady Dwellyn.

I was going to ring you up.

I beg your pardon?

Of course. I'll drive
down directly after work.

Where?

Well, it seems rather strange,
but if that's what you want.

It is some distance from Liverpool

and I may arrive rather late tonight.

Oh, don't worry, I'll be there.

Rest assured.

Goodbye, my dear.

(phone clacks)

(suspenseful music)

Ah, there you are, my dear.

- Oh, Mr. Whitehead.

I'm so glad you drove down.

I am so upset and disturbed.

- My dear, if you're so upset,

why meet in a morbid place like this?

- I can't stand that house.

At least I know everyone here is dead.

I'm not so sure about Arnold.

- Your husband? What are you saying?

- He's...

(raven caws)

He's going to murder me.

- Arnold? Murder you? Preposterous.

- He's already murdered
Jocelyn and Robbie.

I will be next. I know I will!

- My dear, rarely does a
dead man commit murder.

- If he really is dead.

- What on earth are you trying to tell me?

- No one was with Arnold when he died.

He could have paid the doctor to falsify

the death certificate and
then substituted that...

that thing in the casket.

- But why would he do a thing like that?

- Who knows what went on in
that twisted mind of his,

or what's going on now?

Oh, Douglas. I'm so frightened.

Please, help me. Please.

- Of course. Yes, of
course I will, my dear.

- If I have to go on living
with that thing, I'll go mad.

There must be some way to free me

from that sadistic agreement I've signed.

Hm?

- Yes.

Would require a good deal of
clever legal manipulation.

- I'll pay a generous fee.

And if you're successful, 10%
of my share in the estate.

- I rather think 50% would
be more fitting, my dear.

Plus...

Fringe benefits?

_ 500/0?

- Plus fringe benefits.

- I won't pay it.

- Well, I rather think that
completes our business.

Goodnight, Lady Dwellyn.

Do remember me to Arnold, please?

- Douglas?

(suspenseful music)

50%.

Plus fringe benefits.

(raven caws)
(ominous music)

Ah. (chuckles)

You drive a hard bargain, Douglas.

- (chuckles) Thank you, Karen.

And may I say, it's much more
fascinating being of service

to the distafi side of the family.

- Mm.

- Should we have a drink
and seal the bargain?

- Yes. Yes.

- Karen, Karen, Karen.
(ominous music)

Why must you always rush to another man?

- Now, see here, old chap.

- [Arnold] You refuse to heed my warnings.

Yet you saw what happened to Robbie,

and you know what happened to Jocelyn.

' How?

How could he possibly know I was with you?

- It's incredible!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

That's a relief.

I was almost convinced
the corpse was talking.

Karen?

- [Karen] Now do you
believe those other deaths

were not accidental?

- You're absolutely right.

Some real, very live person is operating

this whole bizarre scheme.

- What are we going to do?

- You go upstairs, try to get some sleep.

- Sleep?
- Just leave it to me.

I have a scheme, too.

- But --
- Now, please, run along.

(Karen sighs)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(clock ticking rhythmically)

(raven caws)

(clock chimes)

You always were up to fiendish tricks.

Even as a boy, Arnold.

I had to knuckle under to you then

and for a good many years since.

But now I needn't.

I'm going to end up with both
your boodle and your bride.

And when that jolly little
friend of yours, whoever it is,

comes sneaking in tonight to
remove or change that tape,

he's going to get it hot off the goose.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic music cont.)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(Arnold laughs)

(raven caws)

(Karen sighs)

(suspenseful music)

(clock chimes)

Damn!

What's keeping that bloody monster?

(glass shatters)

(clock ticking rhythmically)

(cat meows)

(cat meows)

(Douglas sighs)

(suspenseful music)

- [Arnold] I was never
overly fond of you, Douglas.

For one thing, you're
an ungrateful wretch.

If I hadn't kept you on lavish
retainer all these years,

you'd scarcely have any practice at all.

- That's a damn lie.

- Yet, like all the other
greedy members of this family,

you feel cheated.

- Of course!

I dedicated my life to serving
you and you threw me crumbs!

- [Arnold] By the WaY-

Did you enjoy my excellent

and very expensive
vintage cognac, old chap?

You have a habit of
helping yourself to it.

I was certain you would again.

- Oh, good Lord!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Arnold] Oh, don't be alarmed, dear boy.

The cognac isn't lethal.

(Douglas coughs and groans)

It will merely help you enjoy a very long,

very deep and restful sleep.

(raven cawing)

(motor roars)

(trash clatters)

(motor roars)

(raven caws)

(muffled thumping)

(engine roars)

(ominous music)

(cat meows)

- Douglas?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Karen screams)

(raven cawing)

- Seems a waste of precious space

just to bury one foot, ma'am.

- Yes.

Pitifully small remains.

Are you certain that
it was Cousin Douglas?

- Oh-ho. Yes, yes.

All in my report, ma'am! (clears throat)

(cat meows)

The, uh...

The foot wasn't a great deal of help.

Man's foot, it was. Size 10.

Double A, well kept, and the
sock was in rather nice taste.

But the leg suspender was a
little garish for my liking.

No identifying marks or
wounds, unless, of course,

you was to count where
the ankle was cut off.

No, no. Real puzzler, it was.

And then I put my
investigative skills to work.

Traced the boot to firm in London.

They made this precise foot gear up

special for Solicitor Whitehead.

Seems he had some sort of
inverted instep, you know.

- Very clever, Constable.

(raven caws)
(cat meows)

How do you suppose that dear Douglas

met with such an unfortunate accident?

- Plain and simple, ma'am. (laughs)

Yes, it's all in my report.

You see, the trail of
blood went from the boot

out into the street.

It turned around, it was.

Dead of night, dark
street, black suit? Oh...

Never knew what hit him. No, no, no, no.

Poor chap.

I should think they'd be picking
up bits and pieces of him

between here and Liverpool for
some time, I should wonder.

Hm.

Oh, if the cat drags in
any new bits and pieces,

Jonesy can dump 'em in
the pit as they pop up.

(Henry chuckles)

- Well, crikey.

Many's a time I've heard
the expression of having

one foot in the grave, but, uh...

- But what?

- "But what?"

It's an expression.

One foot...

Oh, nevermind.

(playful music)

(raven cawing)

(darts thud)
(soft music)

- Three horrible deaths.

One after the other.

And all in the same family.

Don't that lead you to suspect
a bit of foul play, Henry?

- No, no, no, Flo.

Nasty accidents, it was.
A rash of accidents.

Rather localized, you might say.

- But how can you be sure?

- Oh. (clears throat)

When you're a skilled
criminologist like myself,

it's as plain as the nose
on your pretty little chest.

Face.

(Henry belches)

(stool clatters)

Oh, boys, give us hand
over here, will you?

All right, Gov'nor. Here we are.

All together now.

One, two, three. Up a-daisy.

That's it. There you go.

That's him.

Oh, wait a bit. Wait a bit.

Let's find him something
with a bit less altitude.

Over here, boys.

(patrons mumble)

(shoes squeak)

Thank you very much, boys.

You know, Gov'nor.

I think you've had a bit
more than you can handle.

- Well, perhaps for the good of me heart,

I'll taper off a bit.

- Oh, I best be getting on my round, but

I'll pop back after closing
to see you home, my lovely.

- Don't worry, Flo, darlin'.

Nothin' damaged, nothin' damaged.

(Governor groans)

- Qh, Henry!

- I'm sorry.

I forgot to tell you

that I've got other
plans for this evening.

- Oh.

Putting me off again, are you?

Listen.

A man can take putting off just so often.

And I'm asking you, straight out.

Are you and me engaged, or not?

- Oh, of course, Henry!

- Well, that's more like
it, then. (chuckles)

Have a lovely evening and
I'll see you tomorrow.

(Henry chuckles)

No star, Gov'nor.

Oh. (chuckles)

Me hat was on the wrong
way, you see. The, uh...

(tense music)

- Thank you.

(tense music cont.)

Lady Dwellyn.

' Yes?

- But don't you remember me?

Evan Lyons.

Mr. Whitehead's associate.

- Mr. Whitehead is dead.

- Yes, of course. I know.

That's why I'm here.

- [Karen] Arnold killed him.

- He what?

- This is my husband, Arnold. You know?

- Oh, yes. (chuckles)

Yes, I was at the wedding.

You, um...

You say he killed Douglas Whitehead?

- And Robert.

- Really?

- [Karen] And Jocelyn!

- Well...

He is a bad one.

Quite active for a man in his condition.

- He was going to kill me, too.

- Well, then why didn't you
leave? Get out of this abattoir.

- He would find me anywhere.

- Really, Lady Dwellyn.

I don't think this man
is going to murder you.

- No, not now, because I'm
doing exactly what he wants!

Just sitting here.

Being with him.

"For as long as you shall live."

- Mm.

Yes, I understand the
terms, but, uh... (chuckles)

it always has amazed me,
this unusual marriage.

But I mean, uh...

You're so young.

So attractive.

You can't go on with a
macabre arrangement like this.

- But I have to!

It's the only way I can stay alive.

- Well, I wouldn't call
this staying alive.

Don't you worry.

Now that I'm taking over your affairs...

Mm.

We'll get you out of this in a hurry.

- You mustn't talk like that!

Can't you see?

Arnold is lying right here,

watching and listening to every word.

- Now you see him...

And now you don't.

Now, about your arrangement
with Mr. Whitehead.

- Oh,

well... (sighs)

Douglas was going to get
me out of my agreement

and help me

dispose of Arnold.

For 50% of the estate.

Plus fringe benefits.

- Well, I'd be very happy to
make the same arrangement.

- Oh, no, you can't.

Don't you understand he'll kill you, too?

- No, no. He doesn't
know about me, remember?

Besides, Karen.

He's not dealing with
musty old Whitehead now.

Or that predictable fop, Robbie.

- Hm.

Maybe you can do something.

- Mm-hm?

Now, I think our first objective
should be all that cash

your husband is supposed
to have hidden somewhere.

Now, others are no doubt
looking for it already.

Where did Arnold spend most of his time?

- He had a private
laboratory in the cellar.

I've never seen it.

- Well, that sounds like an
excellent place to start.

When we get around to it.

(Karen moans)
(suspenseful music)

(Karen moans)

(Karen moans)

(Karen moans)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(suspenseful music cont.)

(suspenseful music)

Karen.

Karen.

I think I see the light.

(suspenseful music cont.)

(ominous orchestral music)

(steel thuds)

(rodent squeaks)

(Karen gasps)

(suspenseful music)

(Karen gasps)

(ominous orchestral music)

Seems to be a body.

(ominous tones)

Oh, and there's the rest of him.

(body thumps)

(ominous orchestral music)

(raven cawss)

- [Henry] Bloody raven.

- Here now, Constable Cooke!

You stop that.

Reggie there don't mean no harm.

- They say when a raven
sits on a tombstone,

another death is about to happen.

' WhO says?
- They say.

- Oh, they.
- It's a very old saying.

And if there's one thing we don't need,

it's a ruddy raven out and out, Jonesy.

- [Jonesy] Well, there
has been a lot of dying

around here lately, and that's a fact.

' [Henry] Yes.

Odd thing is, they all
die in bits and pieces.

Not a whole healthy
cadaver in the last three.

- Now, with poor old Dybbi lying there,

seem queer not to have him
around to talk to no more.

- That's odd. I never
heard him say a ruddy word!

- No, he never did.

But he could listen a blue streak.

Have you solved the
mystery of how he gotten

to lose his head, all
of a sudden like, huh?

' No, mystery?

No, you see, there was
nothing in that wall cupboard

where his head was found except his head!

So we can rule out that he was

up to a bit of light finger work?

No, no, no, no.

My deduction is he was doing
a bit of dusting around,

you know, cleaning up like a good chap.

Then he slips and accidentally
presses the button

that closes the door.

Well, he was always a bit awlwvard,

handicapped with that hook hand an' all.

No, no, no, no.

Killed in the line of duty is my report.

The hard work done him in.

(bicycle clatters)

(water running)

- Evan!

What if Hester saw you?

- Nobody saw me.

I thought it was only decent
to come scrub your back

before we went out this evening.

- Oh! (giggles)

- Ah, no, no, no.

Ah, this Way's better.

- Evan.

I do feel close with you.

(Karen moans)
(suspenseful music)

(Karen giggles)

(Karen moans)

(Karen screams)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(raven caws)
(ominous orchestral music)

- [Hester] Sweet little Karen.

What a tragedy.

- We're running out of space
in the family plot, ma'am.

We'll have to plant them
piggyback if this goes on.

- Do you really think that
dear Karen and poor Mr. Lyons

were killed accidentally, Constable Hooke?

- It's all in my report, ma'am.

Yes, l found them in the
young solicitor's car,

at the foot of that steep
cliff down by the ocean.

Missed a turn in and plunged
over is my guess. Yes.

- Terrible. Terrible.

- Car caught fire.

Burned the poor souls. (inhales sharply)

Flat as griddle cakes, they was.

Yes, and cooked to a turn, if
you don't mind my saying so.

- I suppose we must all carry on.

- Yes, ma'am. It's been
a sad day for all of us.

Only yesterday, I lost
my father and my fiance.

- Oh.

They died?

- Eloped. (clears throat)

(Hester sighs)

(bicycle bell rings)

(cat meows)
(Hester hums cheerfully)

(cat meows)

(cassette clacks)

- [Arnold] Well done,
my dear, devoted Hester.

The playing of this tape
means that you carried out

your final assignment with
all the devotion you displayed

in a lifetime of caring for me.

And as I planned so brilliantly,
we can now be together.

You and me, forever.

Jocelyn would never have agreed to it.

Karen did agree, but I knew she
was as faithless as Jocelyn,

and now each is disposed of.

- I got two, this last time.
One you never even counted on.

- [Arnold] I think I may be
forgiven a touch of immodesty,

if I say my scheme was simply masterful.

My psychological skill, my
ability to outwit and outguess

easily prevailed over all
those greedy little people.

And my superb --
- Oh, shut up, Arnie!

- Your skill.

Your wits.

Your genius.

Without me, your plot would be nothing

but yards of ridiculous tape!

I timed the arrival of the tapes,

and the suit,

and I told Jonesy how to
get Karen and the solicitor

into the car, and Cousin
Douglas into the trash box,

and all the other details!

Oh, foolish Arnie.

Did you really imagine that
I'd keep you around forever?

Like some monstrous stuffed animal?

(Hester chuckles)

I only used you, Arnie.

Just as you used me.

Nighty night, Arnie.
(moody orchestral music)

(Hester chuckles)

I'm going to tuck you in,

nice and warm.

(Hester chuckles)

(flames crackle)
(ominous music)

(door clangs)

(eerie music)

(Hester breathes deeply)

(Hester snifiles)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Oh.

Isn't that nice, Jonesy?
You've got it all finished.

You've been a big help to
me and I do appreciate it!

- Well, would you mind
showing your appreciation

with a bit of cold cash,
ma'am, like you promised?

After all, I put in a lot of extra hours.

- Yes.

Yes.

Of course! (chuckles)

As soon as we dispose of Arnie.

- Oh, well...

Well, I don't see the box, ma'am.

- Oh.

Arnie is right here.

I had him cremated.

- My goodness.

His Lordship cooked right
down to nothing, didn't he?

- Yeah. (laughs)

Oh. Oh, Jonesy.

There's a nasty big rock down there.

Would you move it, please?
We want it all comfy, cozy!

- Oh, yes, ma'am. All comfy,
cozy for Lord Arnold, eh?

(Jonesy chuckles)

- The grave is not for Arnie!
(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Huh? No!

(shovel clangs)

- It's for you, Jonesy.

(Hester laughs)

(cat meows)

Yes, pussy cat.

Jonesy was a greedy one!

But he was a good and faithful workman.

(Hester laughs)

He even dug his own resting place.

(Hester laughs)

Come along, Arnie.

(eerie orchestral music)

When we put dear Arnie away in the crypt,

everyone will be in his proper place.

Isn't that nice, pussy cat?

(cat meows)

Now, you and I can peacefully enjoy

what all the others were fighting for.

(raven croaks)

I'll have holiday for the rest of my life.

Rome.

A villa.

The trip I've always dreamed about.

Now, what we must do quickly, pussy cat,

is to find that easy-to-spend cash!

Rome is waiting.

(Hester sighs)

Say nighty night to
Uncle Arnie, pussy cat!

I promise you, Arnie!

I'll find the vault where
you hid it. (chuckles)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Of course.

The vault!

Go on.

(suspenseful music cont.)

(Hester chuckles)

(Hester giggles)

(Hester giggles)

- [Arnold] My dear, devoted Hester.

I was so sure you were the one person

who loved me for myself alone,

with no thought of monetary reward.

- Yes, Arnie! You know how
close we've always been.

- [Arnold] But, dear sister,

just in the terrible event
you should prove me wrong,

I devised this final moment of reckoning.

(doom hums)

(door thumps)

" No!

No, Arnie!

I did everything! Everything!

Just as you said!

- [Arnold] I know I couldn't be here

unless you had disposed
of me against my wishes.

And you wouldn't be here
unless you had placed me here.

- I'll leave the money right here, Arnie!

(Hester screams)

I don't want any money!

- [Arnold] There's
really no need for tears

or accriminations.

We both have what we most want.

- Arnie?

You're teasing me, Arnie!

- [Arnold] You have that hoard
of money at your fingertips

and I have you with me here --

- Let me out, Arnie!

- [Arnold] For all eternity.

Eternity.
- Arnie!

- [Arnold] Eternity.

Eternity.

(Hester screams)

(cat meows)

(bicycle bell rings)

- Well, pussy cat.

It appears there's nobody
home up at the manor.

Lady Hester must have
gone off on that long trip

she always dreamed of.

Yes, yes.

Well, after all she's been
through, she deserves it.

(moody music)

(bicycle bell rings)

(raven caws)

(cat meows)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(cat meows)

(raven caws)

(cat and raven screech)

I How do I love thee,
just you wait and see I

Arnold

Arnold

I And let me count the ways
through the nights and days I

I Arnold, you and me, darling Arnold I

I Warm, sweet Arnold I

I Through the nights I

I Through the days I

I Let me count those wonderful ways I

I Life is love, love is no sin I

I Let's not waste our time, let's begin I

I How do I love thee,
just you wait and see I

Arnold

Arnold

I Until our final breath,
even better after death I

Arnold

I Darling Arnold I

I Tender Arnold I

I Happy bride and groom,
exotic honeymoon I

Arnold

Arnold

I They said it couldn't be,
but just you wait and see I

I Arnold, you and me through eternity I

I Warm, sweet Arnold I

I Oh, Arnold I

I Oh, Arnold I

(upbeat funk music)