All language subtitles for 091 - 07x08 - wet saturday

They'll send her
to a lunatic asylum--

a criminal lunatic asylum.

George, did you learn any
medicine at all before they

threw you out as hopeless?

I had two years of it.

Did they drive
anything into your head?

Could you guess what
a competent doctor

might say about such a wound?

Well, it's a knock for a blow.

Yes, we're aware of that.

But if a tile had fallen from
the roof when he was bending

over, it could have hit him?

Yes, well, it's--

Is it possible?

Come on.

No.

Why not?

She said she hit
him several times.

I can't stand it.

I can't stand it.

You have got to
stand it my dear.

And get that hysterical
note out of your voice.

The servants might hear you.

We're talking of weather, hmm?

George, if he had fallen
down the cellar steps,

they're made of stone.

Several times in the same place.

No, no, I'm afraid not.

Let's go over it all
again, Millicent.

No, please.

Millicent, we must
go over it all again.

Perhaps you forgot something.

One little detail may
save us or ruin us.

You don't want to be put in
a lunatic asylum, do you?

Or-- or to be hanged?

They may hang you.

So come, shh.

Keep-- keep your voice quiet.

We're talking the weather.

Now--

I can't.

I can't.

So you said but--

one moment ago.

Was it-- was it
known, do you think,

that you were in love with
this wretched preacher?

No.

I didn't tell anybody.

Except--

Don't worry.

The whole town knows.

It's been the joke at
Oak Creek Inn for months.

No doubt.

Like that ranch hand she
fell for and all the others.

No doubt.

Oh, what-- well,
well, we continue.

You were in the harness room--

Yes

--putting the
croquet set in a box.

Yes.

You heard someone
crossing the yard.

Yes.
And it was Withers--

Yes.

--coming
in by the back way.

Yes.

But you called him.

Yes.
- Loudly?

Did you call loudly?

Could anybody have heard?

No, nobody heard.

I didn't call.

You said you did.

I waved.

And he saw me, and he came over.

But you both stepped
into the stable.

It started to rain harder.

He wanted to talk to me.

And what did he say?

Every word.

He said, hello, Millie.

He said that he came to the
yard because he was on his way

to Oak Creek.

And he saw the house,
and he thought of me.

And he wanted to talk to me.

Yes.

Because
he was so happy,

he said he wanted to share it.

He was going to have his own
church in Willow Springs,

and that meant he
could get married.

And I thought he meant me.

I thought he meant me.

You-- you keep
your voice down.

Ella Davis.

He said he was sorry--

so sorry.

Ella Davis.

He said the things he said to me
were just funny, just friendly.

I looked at him.

He was frightened.

And then?

He turned to go away from me--

to go to her.

Yes, go on.

I had the croquet
mallet in my hand--

in my hand.

Did you say--

did you shout?
Did you scream?

Say anything as you
were hitting him?

- No.
- Did you?

No.

I'm sure I didn't.

Did he?

No.

He fell down.

And you hit him again?

And you threw it down?

Hmm?

Then I came straight here.

And no one saw you?

No.

I wish I was dead.

I wish I was dead.

A wish that may be granted.

Don't cry.

It's a luxury you can't afford.

No one goes into the stables.

He was walking over
to Oak Creek, came

here on the spur of the moment.

He probably told people
he was going to Oak Creek.

Nobody knows he came here.

He would have gone
through the woods.

He might have been
attacked in the woods.

George, hmm?

It seems possible.

Now we must consider
every detail--

a preacher with his
head battered in.

Oh don't, Father.

Do you want to be hanged?

His head battered in,
found in the woods.

But who'd want
to kill Withers?

Who would
want to kill Withers?

I would for one--

gladly-- with pleasure,
relish, and delight.

How do you do, Mrs. Princey?

I walked right in.

I'm afraid my
raincoat is dripping

abominably in your hallway.

Father, he heard you.

Well, my dear, we all
have our little joke.

Why put on such a face?

A little, theoretical
preacher-killing, Lowry.

These days we think of
nothing but thrillers,

detectives, homicide.

Preacher-side?

Or preacher-side.

Yes, just so.

Justifiable
preacher-side, right?

Oh, uh, have you
heard about Ella Davis?

I shall be laughed at.

Laughed at?

She's engaged to Withers--

almost engaged to her myself.

Now don't say you didn't know.

Everybody knew.

She almost said yes.

I'm telling you.

I've told others.

And now I'm turned down.

Oh, too bad.

Fortunes of war.

Didn't come here to bore you
with my troubles, however.

No, they don't
bore us in the least.

Sit down, my dear brother.

Mother, Millicent, console
Mr. Lowry with your--

your feminine wisdom.

Would you like a drink?

Uh, I've had enough.

I plan to go up to
my cousin's place

for a couple of weeks in the
mountains-- lick my wounds.

Good idea.

Get in a little
hunting and fishing.

I plan to drive
up in the morning.

Yes, excellent idea.

So, I just dropped
by to let you know.

Keep an eye on my
place, won't you?

Yeah, oh, of
course, of course.

Of course, of course.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

George, come with me, will you?

Oh, now don't look so
concerned, Mrs. Princey.

This isn't the first time
I've made a fool of myself.

We all have our little
weaknesses, haven't we, Millie?

I don't know what
you mean, Mr. Lowry.

Well Millie thinks that
she can beat me at croquet.

You know it's true.

Do I?

Oh, no, indeed.

I may not be good at tennis,
and I don't like horses.

But when it comes to
croquet, I can beat anybody.

Can't I, Mother?

Who won on Saturday?

I did.

Who won when the
Hicksons were here?

I did.

You know it's true.

I could beat you
any day of the week.

Any rainy day.

I had the hoops
out and everything.

And then the rain came on.

I had to put everything
all back again.

That's why I was in
the harness room.

That's why I was there.

I didn't make him
come through the yard.

Millicent.

Don't say I did it.

Of course you
didn't make it rain.

Of course you didn't.

You're not going to send
me to one of those places?

Not if you don't talk
and excite yourself.

He look frightened.

He looked frightened.

That's what made me do it.

Jack, I wonder
if you could help

us with something out here?

Oh, yes, of course.

We'll be back
in a few minutes.

Start some tea, coffee.

There's something in the stable.

I'd like you to have a look.

Oh, good, good.

Nothing I like better than
taking a look at things.

Well, I hope, for your
sake, it's not roof trouble.

I've had that place
of mine two years.

I've had the roofers
in four times.

The rain still gets in.

Oh, it's not roof trouble.

Lowry, we've come out here
to shoot rats, which George

heard squeaking under that tub.

Now, you must listen
to me very carefully,

or you will be shot by accident.

I mean that.

Very well, go on.

There has been tragedy
here this afternoon--

but even more tragic unless
we can smooth it over.

Oh?

When you walked
in-- in your informal way--

you heard George ask me,
"Who would kill Withers?"

Millicent made an
unguarded remark.

Yes, but what of it?

Nothing except that
you will hear if you

survive the next few minutes.

Withers has met a violent
end this very afternoon.

You killed him?

No no no, of course not--

Millicent.

Oh, oh, I see.

And you must also see that
you constitute a problem.

But Millicent?

Why did she do it?

You know her weakness.

She deluded herself that she--

well, she thought that
he was in love with her.

Oh, yes, of course.

He came to
the house and told

her about the Davis girl.

She struck him with that thing.

Now, I have no wish that
she should be proved

a lunatic or a murderess.

You could hardly
live here after that.

No.

I suppose not.

This is my place.

I propose to continue
to live here.

Well.

So you're a problem.

You want me to keep quiet.

I can make you
keep quiet with this.

Mr. Lowry, you can
either join me,

or you can join Mr. Withers.

You want me to
promise not to--

A promise made at
the point of a gun.

Well, if I give my
word, I'll keep it.

I'm sure you would
if everything went well.

But if there was
questioning, there

was suspicion, fear of being
an accessory-- no no no.

There must be an accident.

Listen, you can't.

You-- you wouldn't
be mad enough.

I assure you.

I would.

Unless--

What?

And you gave
me the idea yourself.

You said that you
would kill Withers.

And you have the motive.

I was joking.

You're always joking.

People wonder what's behind it.

No, I can't trust
you, Mr. Lowry.

So you must trust
me, or I'll kill you

within the next few minutes.

Trust you?

How?

You must give me proof--

I told you.

I--

--proof that you did it.

Then you'll keep
your mouth shut.

What kind of proof?

And George, hit him
in the face very hard.

Ah!
Oh.

Sorry about this.

We need traces of a struggle.

Once more, George.

And don't bruise your knuckles.

Ow, oh.

I'm telling you.

You can take my word.

Yes, I will, as soon
as we're finished.

Now, George, take
your handkerchief.

Pick up that croquet mallet.

Wipe that wretched girl's
fingerprints off the end of it.

Hold it by the middle.

Now, Mr. Lowry, I want you to
grasp the end of this mallet

very firmly.

Don't try to snatch
it, or I'll shoot.

Squeeze it.

That's right.

Throw the mallet down
in the corner, George.

Now, claw at his head a little.

Get two or three hairs.

Make a slight scratch.

Oh, oh!

Keep it still, Mr. Lowry,
it will be much easier.

Now, under the fingernails
of the right hand.

Get your knife.
Clip the nail a little.

Wedge the hair in.

It's a very distinctive color--

great help.

Is that where he is?

For the moment.

And I want you to take this bar.

Mm-hmm.

Don't make
any sudden movement.

And the flagstone covers
the stable sewers.

Lift it off.

Go on.

Now drag
him over there.

I won't touch him.

Go on.

No.

Or I'll--

George, hold him.

It's Rosa dumping some trash.

All right.

Go on.

Or I'll kill you.

Put it back.

Lowry, I'm sorry about all this.

Don't talk to me.

No, I want you to realize

that everything is safe.

It's perfectly safe.

He told Millicent he'd
set out for Oak Creek.

He only came here on
the spur of the moment.

It's five miles to Oak Creek.

There's thick
woods half the way.

Besides, preachers
when they find

themselves engaged
to be married,

they sometimes react
very strangely.

I mean, the woods
will be searched.

They'll ask here,
among other places.

But no one here has seen him.

They'll conclude he
couldn't face it.

After all, Millicent--
they'll think he ran away.

Let me go now?

Come into the house for
a minute to be normal.

All right?

We'll have coffee and
some of Rosa's cookies.

My dear, we have a visitor.

I looked into the
stables as we passed,

and there was Lowry
inspecting our stalls.

You came by the short cut?
- Yes.

Yes, that's it.

Rosa, bring another
cup for Mr. Lowry.

Your hands are shaking, Jack.

Is that a cut on your face?

What's wrong?

Have you had a fall?

Yes, I, uh--

I-- I slipped on
some wet stones.

It's nothing.

Do you want to go
up to the bathroom?

I can tell Rosa
to get the iodine.

No, no thank you.

It's nothing, nothing at all.

Very well.

Rosa, that's all.

Mr. Lowry is very kind.

He knows our trouble.

We can rely on him.

I have his word.

Oh?

You must thank him.

Oh, Mr. Lowry, how very
kind, how very good you are.

How can we ever thank you?

It's all right.

I'd like to leave now
if you don't mind.

Now you mustn't worry
in the least, Jack.

I assure you everything
will be all right.

There's blood in that stable.

I'll clean it up now.

Well, I'm sorry you won't stay.

I, uh, hope you have a
good time in the mountains.

I think all will
be well, my dear.

This little visit is all
you've seen of Lowry.

Do you understand that.

And Millicent, let's
make her understand that.

Millicent?

Millicent, you're
getting a cold--

a bad cold.

I think you'd be better off
in bed for the next few days.

Mm, where's my coffee?

Oh, you're too late, Rosa.

I'm afraid Mr.
Lowry couldn't stay.

You know, I've never seen
Lowry behave so strangely.

The fall must have
shaken him up.

When he came out of the stables,
he looked absolutely stunned,

it seemed.

Rosa, these cookies
are better than ever--

best yet.

Yes, sir.

The sheriff's office, please.

Yes?

Who is this, Bob?

It's Joshua Princey
out at the ranch.

I hope I'm not being
an alarmist here,

but there's something very
peculiar out in my stables.

Well, there's certain
things out there.

Blood-- I'm sure it's
blood-- and other things.

I tell you the truth, Bob.
I'm terribly worried.

Could you-- could you come over?

Or maybe send one
of your deputies?

Well, Jack Lowry was
here a short while ago.

And he seems to be
in a terrible state.

Oh, excellent.

If you come yourself, I--

I shall know the matter's
in the best possible hands.

Thank you, Bob.

Thank you.