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[music playing]

What's wrong with
the old Bradley place?

It's where Frankenstein lives.

Frankenstein?

That's what
everybody calls him.

Because he's a monster,
just like out of the movies.

He's the biggest, evilest,
wickedest creature

that ever walked the earth.

And that's the gospel truth.

Um, Steve, this
is Jonathan Smith.

Hello.

And this is my
cousin, Mark Gordon.

STEVE: Hi.

Steve, how you doing?

And this is my
husband, Scotty.

Hey Scotty, it's
nice to meet you.

You'll forgive me
if I don't get up.

Hey, don't look embarrassed.

That was just a little humor.

Right.

Well, it was nice
meeting all of you.

And, uh, I'll see
you later Diane.

Hey, don't try to
put a hit on my wife.

You don't have a chance.

I might be in a chair, but
that doesn't mean I'm dead.

You know what I mean?

Scotty.

Please say something.

You're frightening me.

[suspenseful music]

Don't be afraid.

I'll help you.

Scotty, I don't
mind working as

long as I know you're trying.

What do you tell them at work?

What do you tell that
jerk I met tonight?

That you support
your pathetic husband

because he can't make a living.

Come on Scotty, that's enough

Yeah you bet it's
enough I'm taking

the pressure off you Diane.

I know it's tough to
walk out on a cripple.

A lot of guilt and all.

So I'll make it easy on you.

I'll get Willis to
move me out tonight.

[grunting]

What is it?

What is it?

You'll be able to see my face.

You'll hate me just
like all the others.

Why?

Why?

Well, Clark, I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm not Clark!

I'm Julian!

Don't you understand?

I'm Julian!

[suspenseful music]

Hey, freeze or you're dead.

Julian, don't run!

For God's sake, don't run!

Julian Bradley, you're
under arrest for kidnapping

and attempted murder.

Hey, Willis.

WILLIS: Yeah?

After dinner
tonight, why don't you

go see a movie or something?

What about you?

I'll be OK, I just want to
be alone, do some thinking.

OK, thanks.

Your son is right
here Mrs. Bradley.

He has a visitor
with him right now.

Normally we only
allow one at a time.

But I don't want
anyone saying I didn't

bend over backwards to see that
he was treated fair in my jail.

Visitor?

That's right.

After you ma'am.

Who is this man?

I don't know him.

And I don't want some reporter
scandalizing my family.

I'm not a reporter,
Mrs. Bradley.

My name's Jonathan Smith,
I'm a friend of Julian's.

My son doesn't
have any friends.

He doesn't have anyone but me.

And the sooner he
remembers that the better.

He has a friend
now, Mrs. Bradley.

This is Mr. Kling, the
attorney I told you about.

Now, he has explained
everything to me,

and I suggest that
you listen to him.

Now then Julian, I've been,
uh, talking to the prosecutor

and I think we just
might be able to do

a little plea bargaining.

As long as that girl
doesn't die, of course.

How is she?

How is Rachel?

She's still in a coma.

Now, I think with
a little luck we

can get the DA's office to
accept a plea of manslaughter.

Well, why would
he plead guilty

if he hasn't done anything?

I'm trying to save his life.

Save his life?

You haven't even asked him
if he's innocent or not.

Fine.

Julian, did you do it?

Did you try and kill her?

No, I love her.

Love?

I love her.

I didn't do a thing.

She fell.

I wasn't even near her.

Great.

Now, if we get lucky
we can get the DA

to agree to a guilty plea
on manslaughter charges.

He just told you
he was innocent.

Do you think a
trial has anything

to do with innocence or guilt?

It has to do with winning.

Have you seen the
paper this morning?

They're calling him a monster.

He's not a monster.

But that's what they'll make
him into in that courtroom.

And there's not a thing I'll
be able to do to stop them.

The minute they see his face
half the battle will be lost.

I'm sorry to put it
so bluntly, but that's

the truth as I see it.

Yeah, well then
maybe you're not

the right man to defend him.

You stay out of this.

I'll say what's best for my son.

Mrs. Bradley, do you
want him to go to jail?

Of course I don't.

Well, that's exactly
where he's going

to go if he pleads guilty.

You have to give him a chance.

If you hadn't left that
house you wouldn't be here now.

I tried to warn you,
but you wouldn't listen.

Your mind was so
filled with lust.

Now you're being
punished by God.

Mrs. Bradley, he's not
being punished by God.

He's being punished by people
because he's different.

I want a trial.

Mr. Kling, we'll go to trial.

Well then you're going to have
to get yourself an attorney who

will know how to defend you in
that trial better than I will.

And to tell you
the truth, I don't

know of such a man around here.

Well, I do.

[suspenseful music]

Why didn't you
just leave me there?

Why couldn't you have
just left me alone?

It would have look
like an accident.

At least Diane could have
gotten the insurance money.

Oh, that's really nice.

You did this for Diane.

What a loving gesture, Scotty.

Not worth anything
to her alive.

At least this week.

Oh, come on stop it, will you?

You can lie to yourself,
but don't lie to me.

You know what a phony
you turned out to be.

You, always preaching
about living in the minute.

Oh, get off my
case, it's my life.

No, it's not just your
life it's Diane's too.

What about the guys in
the hospital, the ones

you conned just to
puff up your own ego?

What about them?

What do you think this
would have done to them,

and all the rest of the
people that care about you?

Man, I can't carry
everyone else anymore.

Well, who the
hell asked you to?

Nobody asked you to be Superman.

You're the one who's
always saying it.

Yeah, well now I'm saying
I'm tired of living like this.

Tired of it, I don't
want it anymore.

Yeah, what don't
you want anymore?

Being helpless.

I'm tired of being helpless.

Oh, will you stop
the helpless stuff.

Come on, you're a man
that went to college.

You passed the bar exam,
and you're telling me

you're helpless.

Where did it get me?

I got any clients?

Well, as a matter of fact you
do if you hadn't been so busy

trying to knock
yourself off, you'd have

known about it an hour ago.

what are you talking about?

Your first case, that's
what I'm talking about.

Case?

What kind of case?

The best kind for you.

The kind nobody else
wants because they

figure he can't win it.

Now, what do you say,
you want the case or not?

[somber music]

You kidding?

All right.

I'll heat you up some broth
and we'll talk about it.

Jonathan.

Yeah Scotty, I know.

But the next time you try to
adios yourself, do me a favor.

Call Jacques Cousteau, OK?

There you go.

Julian?

This is Scotty Wilson.

Hi, Julian.

What's the matter,
haven't you ever seen

anyone in a wheelchair before?

No, I haven't.

Except on television.

Well, this is
what it looks like.

My body's in the chair Julian,
my mind works just fine.

I wasn't staring at the chair.

I was looking at your face.

My face?

What's wrong with my face?

Nothing.

It's so perfect.

Your skin is so perfect.

I suppose I was envying you.

You've got to be kidding.

Mr. Wilson, when I
look at people they run.

Yeah, well you're lucky.

I can't run.

Jonathan tells me
you're innocent.

As God is my witness.

You had him as a witness,
you wouldn't need a lawyer.

All right, first
thing we do is arrange

bail and get you out of here.

What for?

At least in here people
can't look at me.

Besides, I don't have
the money for any bail.

Julian, the judge
is going to release

you on your own recognizance.

Because I'm going to tell
him that with your face,

there's absolutely nowhere
you can run that you

wouldn't be recognized.

That's true.

And you said I wasn't a monster.

You're better off staying
with us for a while, Julian.

I got a feeling this town's
not too friendly towards you

right now.

That's Ridley.

That's, that's the
boy who saw me going

over to Rachel's that night.

Jonathan, can
pull over for a sec?

I want to ask him a few things.

JONATHAN: You got it.

How you doing, Ridley?

What are you doing here?

This is our hotel.

We're staying here
during the trial.

Yeah?

Well, that trial
won't last too long.

Hi Ridley, can ask
you a few questions?

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Julian's.

Well then, I'm not
going to talk with you.

Not if you're a friend
of that monster.

He tried to kill
that poor blind lady.

That's not true.

Why are you saying those things?

Hey, get away from me.

Don't you try to grab me.

Hey, Ridley!

See what I mean?

They've been running
away from me all my life.

Who is it?

It's Jonathan, Diane.

Is anything wrong?

Is Scotty OK?

No, no he's fine.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Sure, come on in.

How are you doing?

OK.

Learning to cook for one again.

How's Scotty?

He's scared.

About the trial?

Mark told me you got him a case.

I'm very happy for him.

Yeah. why don't you him that?

I tried calling him, but
I just got his machine.

I left him a message.

I guess he doesn't
want to talk to me.

Well, maybe that's part
of what he's scared about.

What do you mean?

I mean, all this time he's
complaining about the world

not giving him a chance,
and now he's got one

and he's afraid he's
going to blow it.

He needs you to be there in
his corner to cheer him on.

I don't want to be his
cheerleader, Jonathan.

I want to be his wife.

Come on, Diane,
can't you be both?

Every man needs his wife
there in his corner.

Well, what about me?

I have needs too.

I need some support around here.

Hey, don't you think
Scotty knows that?

He knows he was a jerk.

That's why he's
afraid to call you

and ask you to go to the trial.

He's afraid you're
going to say no.

That is ridiculous.

JONATHAN:

Well then, tell him that too.

How can I tell
him that if he won't

even talk to me on the phone?

Oh, come on Diane.

I mean, if we're going to play
this dumb game about who's

supposed to call who first--

Jonathan, he is the one who
walked out on me, remember?

Yeah, I remember.

Hey, let me ask you something.

You still love him?

Yes.

Then you're acting
like a jerk now.

[music playing]

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

we have no ordinary
case before us.

The victim, who even
now lies in a coma,

her very life dangling by the
thinnest of threads was blind,

helpless.

She was not able
to see as you are.

The monster who
loomed before her--

Objection, your honor.

The characterization
of the defendant

as a monster is
prejudicial and--

EGWIN THRASHER: I withdraw
the characterization.

The alleged monster
shall we say.

And we'll let the jury decide
just how monstrous in fact

his actions were.

And this creature who hid
himself from public view for 25

years, and prowled among us
only under the cover of darkness

until he could find
the one victim who

lived in a world of darkness.

And when he found her, like
a fiend from a horror movie--

Objection.

JUDGE DONALD SMITH: Overruled.

EGWIN THRASHER: Like a
fiend from a horror movie,

he attacked her,
carried her off,

and only by the grace
of God did he fail

in his attempt to murder her.

Now, the defense
will attempt to show

you that this poor blind
girl did in fact care

for Julian Bradley.

That theirs was a love affair.

But, I submit to you
that this is a perversion

of the very notion of love.

And that if any such
romance existed,

it existed only in the
perverted mind of the defendant!

Yeah.

Now, they will attempt to
elicit your pity for this man.

They have even gone
so far as to secure

the services of a crippled
attorney in an attempt--

I object, your honor.

On what grounds?

Characterization of the
defense attorney as a cripple.

I am a quadriplegic.

We refer to ourselves as
physically challenged,

and I am not the
issue in this case.

Sustained.

Thank you, your honor.

That is precisely my point.

The defendant's counsel is
not the issue in this case.

And I would ask you ladies and
gentlemen of the jury to not

allow the natural
pity which any of you

might feel for the
defense counsel.

Objection.

No one's asking
for anybody's pity.

JUDGE DONALD SMITH: Overruled.

Counselor, you just said you
are not the issue in this case.

If that's so, why don't
we let the prosecutor

finish his opening statement?

Thank you, your honor.

JURY: Yeah.

I would ask you ladies
and gentlemen of the jury

to not allow the natural
charity which any of you

might feel for the defense
counsel's infirmities

deflect your vision from the
facts of this case, which I'm

sure will lead you
to see Julian Bradley

for the heinous monster
he is, and return

a verdict of guilty as charged.

Thank you.

[applause]

JUDGE DONALD SMITH:
Order in the court.

Order in the court.

Mr. Wilson.

Thank you.

Oh, not at all, Councilor.

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury.

Uh, Jonathan?

What's the problem, counselor?

My notes, they're upside down.

I need to--

Just take it easy.

It's going to be fine.

OK.

Your honor, may I ask
for a 15 minute recess?

Just to get my
notes back in order.

Mr. Wilson, are you
able to try this case?

Yes, of course I am.

Well then, get
on with it, son.

Yes your honor, I--

[suspenseful music]

Your honor, counsel is
having a [inaudible] spasm.

What?

It's an involuntary
spasm, sir.

It'll pass, but with
the court's permission

if we could just
take a short recess.

The court will recess until
Mr. Wilson is able to continue.

Hey Scotty, why don't
you drink some water?

No.

Hi.

Hi.

Jonathan, could you leave
us alone for a minute?

Sure.

I don't need your pity, so
why don't you just save it.

What do you need from me?

Nothing.

So just leave.

I'm blowing it, OK?

It's not the world's
fault, it's mine.

I'm no good at this, OK?

You don't need my pity.

What you need is a swift kick.

You are a damn good
attorney, Scotty.

How times have you
sat in front of me

and rehearsed
speeches to a jury?

What, 100, 200?

I know, because I've
been there Charlie.

And now you are letting
this two bit shyster

fake you out of your mind.

OK, you said your piece.

Let's leave it at that.

No, I will not
leave it at that.

Stop thinking about yourself
all the time, Scotty.

You've got a client out there
who needs you, remember?

Oh, Damn it.

I want you to go out
there, and kick his butt.

I love you, Scotty.

See you in court, counselor.

Now, Ridley, I'm going to
ask you a few simple questions,

and I would like for
you to answer them

just as honestly as you can.

So, don't you be nervous.

I'm not nervous at
all, Mr. Thrasher.

Good, good.

Now, Ridley, on the
night of the 20th

of this month at about 8 o'clock
in the evening, where were you?

I was out over by
the McCulloch place.

And it was exactly 8:16 because
I just looked at my watch,

and I always set
it by the radio.

So, I know what time it was.

And then--

What did you see?

Well, I saw that
man right over there.

Let the record
show that the witness

has indicated the defendant.

Go on, Ridley.

Well, I saw that man right
over there, the defendant,

sneak over to Mrs.
McCulloch's cottage.

And then I saw him
looking all around

like he was scared
that somebody might

be watching what he was up to.

Objection your honor.

The witness is characterizing
the defendant's actions

as sneaking when in fact--

When I see a man
walking all hunched over,

and looking like he's up to no
good I consider that sneaking.

Sustained.

Just say what you saw Ridley,
without the interpretation.

I wasn't interpreting a thing.

He was sneaking, your honor.

Objection.

Sustained.

Mr. Thrasher, you will
caution the witness.

What did the
defendant do then?

Well, he went up on
the blind lady's porch.

And then he looked all around.

Then he peeked
through some window

like some kind of a peeping Tom.

Objection.

Just say what you saw a young
man, without any embellishment.

And then what happened?

I don't know, because I ran.

And why did you run, Ridley?

Well, because I didn't want
him to see me and then come,

come after me.

Why did you think
that he would do that?

Because he just tried
to do that the other day.

Go on, Ridley.

Well, I was riding my
bicycle when he and Mr. Smith

came up in this big old
van, and he leaned out

and he said real mean like,
hey Ridley, come here.

I want to talk to you.

And then that van just forced
me off the side of the road.

And then I just
fell off my bike.

And then he grabbed me.

And then there was this
other guy in the van,

and then they grabbed at me.

But, I was too fast for
them and I got away.

Your witness.

Hi, Ridley.

How are you doing?

Very well, thank you.

Good.

Ridley, you're very
precocious, aren't you?

Yes sir, I am.

I bet there's not anybody
in this whole town who

knows more about what's
going on than you do.

Is that true?

Well, I do keep my
eyes and ears open.

I thought so.

So the other day Julian
Bradley pulled up in a van,

and tried to grab you?

You sure about that?

Positively.

And you say there was
another man in the van,

and he tried to grab you too.

That's right.

And he would have if
I hadn't gotten away.

Have you ever seen
this other man before?

No, I don't think so.

It was kind of dark in the van.

Could you describe how
he tried to grab you?

Well, he just leaned out
and he tried to grab me.

That, that's all.

You're sure?

Yes!

, Objection your honor.

Our boy has already
answered that question.

Sustained.

Could you describe the man?

Well, like I said it was
kind of dark in the van.

But, he did wear his
cap over his eyes.

Kind of like a crook
in the funny papers.

I see.

Can I be excused now?

Not yet.

Jonathan, get my cap
out of my briefcase.

You bet.

And did he say
something like, hey kid,

we just want to talk with you?

You were the guy?

That's right.

I'm the guy who you
have just testified

under oath reached out,
reached out Ridley,

and tried to grab you.

I'm paralyzed from
the neck down, Ridley.

It couldn't have
happened, Ridley.

It didn't happen.

You were lying just
now, weren't you?

No, no.

I, I wasn't lying.

Honest, I really thought--

And what you say you saw
concerning the defendant.

That was the same
thing, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

Yes.

Thank you, Ridley.

No further questions.

[music playing]

Mr. Smith, where were you
on the night of the 20th

at approximately 8 o'clock?

I was in Rachel
McCulloch's cottage.

I was rigging up a
light fixture her.

A light fixture?

For blind woman?

Well, she was having company
that night, a dinner guest.

And she wanted the place
to look especially nice.

I painted a little
bit, put up some light

fixtures, a few flowers.

Things like that.

All that just
for a dinner guest?

I had a feeling this was more
than just another dinner guest.

What was Miss.

McCullough acting like that day?

Was she apprehensive?

Was she afraid of this guest?

Oh, no.
I don't think she was afraid.

A little apprehensive.

She was acting like
a woman in love.

Objection, your honor.

The witness is not
an expert on love.

I wouldn't be so
sure about that.

Sustained.

Who was Miss.

McCulloch's dinner guest?

Julian Bradley.

Were you apprehensive
at all about his actions?

Oh, no.

Not apprehensive in any way.

He was acting like a
man falling in love.

Objection, your honor.

There he goes talking
about love again.

There are worse subjects
to talk about, counselor.

Sustained.

Was Rachel upset
at his presence?

Was she frightened by him?

Was she concerned
for her safety?

No, I think the only concern
she had that night was how

dinner was going to turn out.

When I left they
were both very happy.

Your witness.

Mr. Smith.

May I call you Jonathan?

Oh, certainly.

As long as I call you Avery.

[laughter]

That is your name, isn't it?

No, it is not.

Well, it was until you
changed it to Richard.

JUDGE DONALD SMITH: Could we
get on with the testimony?

RICHARD: Of course, your honor.

JUDGE DONALD SMITH: Mr. Smith.

RICHARD: Excuse me, your honor.

Excuse me your honor,
I've just received word

that Rachel McCullough
has been rushed

to surgery due to hemorrhaging.

Her chances are very slim.

No.

[music playing]

In light of what
we have just heard,

I will declare a recess until
2 o'clock this afternoon.

It's all my-- it's all my fault.

It's all my-- it's all my fault.

Julian, you've got
to take the stand.

You've got to tell
the jury what happened

or we don't have a chance.

Doesn't matter now.

What the hell do you
mean, it doesn't matter?

We're talking about
your life here.

I don't want to live.

[somber music]

She was the one person in life
who cared me, who accepted me,

and I've killed her.

That's not true.

Yes it is.

She'd be all right now
if it wasn't for me.

My mother was right.

She tried to tell me,
but I wouldn't listen.

I'm a Monster just
like they say.

I'm sorry, I know you mean well.

But you can never
understand how I feel.

I want to die.

I want my life to be over.

From his own mouth, ladies
and gentlemen of the jury.

You've heard the defendant
say, it is my fault. My fault.

Upon learning that
the one person who had

show him any kindness
in his tortured life

because she could not
see his disfigurement,

upon learning that that person
would soon be able to see again

he ran.

He flew into a rage.

And there in that
cave in the woods

he smashed all the
statues which he had made.

Objects which were
near and dear to him.

Dearer in fact than any living
person up until the time

he met the victim,
Rachel McCullough.

And with that same
rage, he turned

upon that poor blind girl.

A story as old as
"Beauty And The Beast"

If the beast cannot have
beauty, it would destroy it.

That's what happened
up there in the woods.

Pity not Julian Bradley.

Pity instead the victim,
Rachel McCullough.

And return a verdict
of guilty as charged.

Thank you.

Go get them, counselor.

My client refused his right
to testify on his own behalf.

And I'm sure you know why.

Because Julian
Bradley is guilty.

But not of the attempted
murder of Rachel McCullough.

That was an accident
pure and simple.

And if Julian Bradley
didn't look the way

he looks, and if the
medieval legends about him

hadn't sprung up in
this town, he wouldn't

be on trial here today at all.

If all of you were as
blind as Rachel McCullough,

if you couldn't see his
face, but just the man

this talk of monsters
would be absurd.

But, he is guilty of one thing.

He's guilty of attempting
to destroy something

that is very precious.

Love.

It was offered to him pure,
and innocent, and true

and he ran away from it.

He ran away from it
because he couldn't

bring himself to
trust it, or the girl

who is offering that love.

He couldn't believe that if
she saw him as he really was,

that she would still love him.

I know that's true because
I did the same thing.

I ran away from the
person who loves me,

and who I love more
than anyone on Earth.

I too felt I had to be some kind
of Superman for her to love me.

You see, there is a
monster in this room.

It's the lie that people tell
about those who are different.

About black people,
or yellow people,

or brown people, or people who
are in wheelchairs, or people

who are Jews, or
Catholics, or Mormons,

or whatever is different.

And we who are
different sometimes as

stupid as it seems, we buy it.

And we end up
living by that lie.

Oh, don't expect too much
for me, I'm handicapped.

Or, no one could really love
me because I have a birthmark

splashed across my face.

It's a disease that
has probably caused

more death, and destruction,
and suffering than any other

in the history of the world.

And it's carried
only by human beings.

And it's name is prejudice.

And you are the cure for it.

We all are.

And that's why I ask you
to find the defendant

Julian Bradley not guilty.

Here it is, Terry.

Not guilty.

No, I'm not kidding.

The defense counsel
took the jury apart.

The kid got off.

Julian.

I'm Ellen McCulloch,
Rachel's aunt.

I just came to the hospital.

She's going to be all right.

What?

When they operated to
stop the hemorrhaging,

they were able to excise
the tumor that was

pressing on the optic nerve.

She can see again.

The first thing she
said was, tell Julian.

I'm very happy for her.

Julian, let's go home.

Yes.

She's asking for you.

We could ride over together.

I have to go home now.

[music playing]

Oh, I wish you
didn't have to go.

Hey, me too.

But duty calls.

Hey Scotty, don't you
get a swell head now

that you're a big time lawyer.

Hey, it's too late.

[laughter]

I'll try not to.

Thanks, both of you.

Any time, counselor.

You take care of
yourself, you hear?

Oh, I will.

Call us, will you?
- Oh, I will.

Bye Scotty.

- See you later.
- So long.

Bye.

Well, Councilor in the
two weeks since the trial,

by my tally you
have 10 new clients.

How's it feel?

Wonderful.

I think we should celebrate.

All right.

What would you like to do?

I would like to have a baby.

I would like to quit
work, and have a baby.

You would, huh?

Yeah, I would.

Well, why don't we step
inside my private chambers here,

and, uh, we'll see what
we can do about that.

Well, what's our next
assignment kimosabe?

We're not through here yet.

I promised Mrs. McCullough we'd
pick Rachel up at the hospital.

You got it.

But, no, but I just
want to speak to him.

Well, why can't he
tell me that himself ?

No, I don't understand.

Mrs. Bradley?

Mrs-- Mrs. Bradley.

How you doing?

Hi.

I'm all ready.

This it?

Yeah, thank you.

What's the matter?

You look a little down.

I just got off the
phone with Julian's mother

for the umpteenth time.

They won't talk to you, huh?

No.

I'm probably better off.

Hey, come on.

You don't mean that.

No, I don't.

I love him.

Then why don't you tell him?

How can I?

He won't even speak
to me on the phone.

Well then, go over there
and tell them to his face.

It's the only way he's
going to believe you.

What's the matter, you scared?

Yeah.

Let's go.

[knocking]

Hello, Mrs. Bradley.

I told you, my son
doesn't want to see you.

Your relationship with him has
caused him enough pain already.

Mrs. Bradley, my
relationship with your son

is none of your business.

I want to see him.

No.

He is my son, and I know
what's best for him.

Nice talking to you.

You'll see.

You'll see I'm right.

Go away.

Please.

No, I won't go away.

Rachel, please.

I want you to remember
me the way I was.

Please.

But, I fell in love
with you the way you are.

Well, do people stopped loving
each other because of the way

they look?

You don't understand.

No, you don't understand.

Look at me.

Look at me.

I love you, Julian.

I love you.

[music playing]

Mother, you've met Rachel.

Yes, we met.

We're going out for a walk.

We'll be back sometime.

A walk?

Yes mother.

Outside, where
everyone can see us.

We'll talk when we get back.

You really ought to open
some windows here, mom.

Goodbye Mrs. Bradley.

[music playing]