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[clock ticking]

make it all come true

-[light gentle jazz music] -[objects rustling]

-[blow slams] -[body thudding]

-[Rachel whimpering] -[tense ominous music]

-Ah! -[ears ringing]

[Rachel gasps]

[Rachel gasps]

[blood dripping]

[birds chirping]

[car engine revving]

[car tyres skidding]

-[Kirsten screaming] -[clock ticking]

[clock bell striking]

[Kirsten continues screaming]

Stop, stop!

Kirsten.

Now, now, calm yourself.

There.

There, there, there.

-Shh. Shh, shh, shh. -[Kirsten whimpers]

There, there.

[camera flush thuds]

[tense uneasy music]

[camera flush thudding]

-[Jack slams] -[Jack gasping]

She was alive when I left the house.

I hitched a lift.

It was a good car.

It was big. It was practically brand new.

The driver was in his 30s.

He was wearing a dark overcoat and a striped shirt.

And I saw the cuff, it was striped like pyjamas.

I'm sorry. Am I boring you, Father?

-If you had a name. -I didn't ask his name.

I didn't know I'd be needing it.

All your life, you've courted trouble

and never faced any consequences.

But you have to face the consequences now, Jack.

You have to.

I didn't kill her.

Please, find that man.

Find that man. He can prove it.

I didn't do it.

Perfect match.

And that's the last twist of the knife, Jack.

[footsteps tapping]

Your refusal to admit what you have done.

It was you.

Your fingerprints mixed with your mother's blood.

No one else's.

Yours, Jack.

-[Jack laughing] -[tense dramatic music]

I'd hoped that one day,

he might understand what he had done to us.

I'd hoped your brother might, one day, be sorry.

[uneasy sombre music]

[children chattering]

He wasn't.

[children chattering]

But we forgive him because we loved him.

And now,

we have to look after each other and keep on living.

[children yelling]

[uneasy sombre music continues]

[Jack spits]

[coffin lid clunking]

[hammer slamming]

[children yelling]

Michael? Christina?

These are your new sisters and brother.

Mary, Hester, and Jack.

You'll be very happy here.

A good bath, tea, and then straight to bed.

[birds chirping]

[bell ringing]

Aren't you grubby little tykes?

Everybody ready?

That's quite tight, Jack.

Smile, Mother.

So everyone knows we are happy.

Best faces, please.

[camera flash thuds]

[tense dramatic music]

-[birds cawing] -[gentle pensive music]

[lake water lightly splashing]

[footsteps tapping]

Leo!

I'm off now.

Don't lose track of the time.

Bloody hell.

[tense ominous music]

[glass shard clinks]

[birds chirping]

All the cuttings raked up.

All the cutting!

[Gardener] Yeah, ma'am.

I'll be checking.

[door clunking]

[Radio Announcer] There are, of course,

some concerns about the high risk of fire

should there be an atomic detonation in Britain.

But people must remember

that our homes are built very differently

to the domestic architecture in Japan.

There, the houses are made from light,

highly flammable materials, such as paper and card.

-And any schoolchild- -Kirsten?

[Radio Announcer] Will tell you that paper and card

burn quickly and easily.

But here, in Britain, our dwellings are constructed

with stout brick and concrete.

Kirsten!

[radio news reporter speaking faintly]

[door clunking]

Why doesn't anyone in this house answer

when I call for them?

I didn't hear you.

My dress for this evening is hanging in my room.

It needs a press.

And will you please cover your legs?

Hosiery.

No one wants to see your chunky calves.

Yes, Miss Vaughan.

And no creases in the tablecloths.

-[tense thoughtful music] -[bus engine whirring]

[bus breaks squeaking]

Nearest stop to Sunny Point, please.

[bus engine whirring]

[birds chirping]

[footsteps tapping]

Hester?

Hester!

I don't know what you're smiling at.

It's my house now.

-[birds chirping] -[rope creaking]

[gentle contemplative music]

Hester?

Hester!

[Philip straining]

Hester!

[Philip grunting]

Honestly, Hester, we're going to be late.

[footsteps crunching]

Right. In.

[car door slamming]

[car door clunking]

[car door slamming]

I do have to go to work after this.

I think fitting bridesmaids' dresses

is a teensy bit more important than stamping books

in a boring, bloody library, actually, Tina.

[car engine revving]

-[car gears grinding] -Oh!

Now look what you've made me do.

[car handbrake clunking]

[car engine whirring]

[sheep bleating]

[church bells ringing]

[hairspray hissing]

[wind whistling]

[car engine whirring]

[Philip] You ready for me, darling?

[steam hissing]

[birds chirping]

[tense thoughtful music]

[Michael breathes deeply]

-[cigarette hissing] -[Michael wincing]

[knuckles cracking]

[car door clunking]

[birds chirping]

[iron steaming]

-[door clunking] -[door creaks]

[Kristen gasps]

[both chuckling]

Oh, you need a shave.

Don't they sell razors in London?

-Where's your case? -I'll get it in a minute.

Well, well, the prodigal returns.

Let's round up the fatted calf,

slit its throat, and sport and play in its hot blood.

Philip.

-Mickey. -Good, you're here.

Finally.

Come.

Sorry, darling.

It's only London, Mickey, you could have got here sooner.

[tense thoughtful music]

[car engine whirring]

[Arthur spits]

Mickey, this sham of a wedding

cannot go ahead and I'm relying on you.

I'm the only one that cares

that Daddy's marrying that bloody secretary.

[Michael sighs]

Tina's like a ghost, Hester's playing the innocent baby.

It's as if mother never existed.

Well, you're cutting it a bit fine, aren't you?

I mean, they're getting married the day after tomorrow.

Daddy isn't thinking clearly.

He's just blinded by S-E-X,

which is all Gwenda's got, but that works in our favour.

I've got a plan.

You pay her a lot of attention and you flatter her,

let her see you looking at her.

At her curves.

Letting your eyes linger.

You makeup to her and then, well, you know?

-What? -You make a pass at her.

She responds, which she will, because she's a tart,

and we arrange it so that Daddy catches her and she's gone.

He throws her out and...

Oh, he'll be upset, of course, but he'll have us.

If he catches me up his fiancee,

he won't have me, will he?

Yes, but I'll convince him it was all her.

And you'll be completely forgiven

because he'll realise you are both just victims

of the same gold-digging slut!

Mary, you need to lie down in a nice dark room

for just about the rest of your life.

I don't know why I ever expected anything from you.

You never help.

You just swan off.

To Korea, to your new life in London.

It's all right for you,

but the rest of us have to stay here.

Korea was a war, not a bloody holiday.

Are you going to help save Daddy from Gwenda?

Yes or no?

[sighs] No.

Jack would have done it.

Jack's not here.

Mickey?

[footsteps tapping]

Dear boy!

My best man.

Mary, isn't this wonderful?

He's come home.

Wonderful.

This gathering tonight,

I absolutely will not mind if you slope off.

There's so many people to thank

and since the wedding itself is only going to be us...

Do you think it's too soon?

The party?

Me marrying again.

Mary's not taking it particularly well.

She didn't say anything to me.

Um, I'm- I'm happy for you.

Well, that means a great deal, you know?

A very great deal.

Hester is giddy to see you.

Prepare yourself for an onslaught.

[chuckles] Yes.

[gentle contemplative music]

It wouldn't have been the same without you, son.

I've missed you.

Very much.

A good bath, tea, and straight to bed.

Ah.

And this is your new daddy.

Hello.

Come along.

-[children chattering] -[tense brooding music]

I say, I do hope that's not the dress.

No, that's going to the hotel on the morning

so there's no danger of Leo seeing it.

We saw it, though.

It's white and that's all I'm saying.

Look who's here.

[Hester laughing]

[doorbell rings]

Door, Hester, please.

-But Mickey- -Will still be there

when you've answered the door.

Oh, Michael, the tailor is coming tomorrow,

to make sure your morning suit fits.

Hello, by the way.

I'm so glad that you could make it.

Do you ever stop talking?

[Gwenda] Ah! You're very early.

Where's your instrument?

My instrument?

Your cello.

And I do hope you have something smarter to wear.

-No, I- -Oh, for God's sake.

What is the matter with people?

This is a formal occasion.

We can find something for him to wear.

I'm not a musician.

I'm Arthur Calgary.

The man in the car.

I'm Jack Argyll's alibi.

[tense uneasy music]

[door clunking]

[door slamming]

My apologies for keeping you waiting.

My family are very shocked.

Understandably so.

You're an Egyptologist.

A gentleman amateur.

Oh. Most of them are, aren't they? [chuckles]

Mr. Calgary-

It's "Doctor," actually.

Not that I set particular store by titles.

And not a doctor of medicine:

Science. Physics.

Does that have a bearing on this situation?

It does, actually, yes.

I came across this only very recently

and recognised him straight away.

It was Christmas Eve 1954, he flagged me down

and I gave him a lift to the local town.

I dropped him off outside the public house.

I asked him for the time.

I've never worn a watch.

I'm late for everything.

He told me it was just before 9:00,

but it says here that your wife was...

That she died just before 9:00.

But that's when your son was with me

some distance away, so-

Where were you going when Jack stopped you?

What were you late for?

A dinner party.

I'm afraid the cliche

about absent-minded scientists is true. [chuckles]

It's been 18 months since my wife was killed.

Why have you not come forward before?

I went away for my work.

Just after Christmas.

A research station in the Arctic.

The Arctic?

That's why I didn't see any papers,

hear any radio reports.

I only got back in the last few days,

and if this hadn't been wrapped around some equipment,

I wouldn't have known anything at all.

You were going to a dinner party,

so you were wearing a dinner jacket?

-That's right. -I just want to be

absolutely clear.

A dinner suit?

Black tie, black jacket, black trousers?

I wish I could have got here sooner, but I'm here now,

and I'm willing to go on oath in court.

So your son can be released

because this terrible crime, Mr. Argyll, he didn't do it.

We've had a lot of people coming here

claiming to be Jack's alibi,

to know something about him, about our family.

All those claims proved fraudulent.

Well, obviously.

Psychics, tarot readers.

A water diviner turned up once.

With rods.

[Arthur laughs]

Greedy, venal people.

Fame seekers and charlatans.

You can imagine the hurt and distress that caused us.

It must have been awful,

but I just want to do what's right.

Jack was in my car.

He's innocent.

Well, once again, you're too late.

[sighs] Jack died in prison

before the case could come to trial.

-[tense dramatic music] -[cell door slams]

He died?

[tense uneasy music]

He can't be dead. He...

He has to be alive. He...

He died how?

He got into a fight with another inmate.

Jack was a difficult young man.

We loved him, but he was difficult.

Disturbed.

We hope he's at peace now.

[newspaper cutting rustling]

And I hope you'll leave us to our own hard-won peace.

[tense uneasy music continues]

[tense brooding music]

[door clunking]

[door clunking]

[sighs] I'm so sorry.

Really.

So dreadfully sorry.

Actually, we're all rather busy,

so if you wouldn't mind?

Yes, of course.

I don't suppose you know of any hotels

or boarding houses nearby?

There's a hotel in town.

Good day, Dr. Calgary.

Don't come back. There's nothing for you here.

[door slamming]

No more information than he'd read in the newspaper,

like all the others.

He said he was wearing a dinner jacket,

so we know he was lying.

I thought this had stopped.

Why won't these ghouls just leave us alone?

He told me he's a physicist

who's only just returned from an expedition to the Arctic,

which has got to be one of the best ones yet.

Forget about him.

This is not going to shake us.

Hester, take those boxes upstairs.

Kirsten, we'll have tea on the lawn.

I'll take mine in my room.

[Kirsten] As you wish, Lieutenant Durrant.

[footsteps tapping]

Strange, turning up like that out of the blue

all this time later.

Very strange.

Like my dad said, forget about him.

Well, I'm sure we'll all give it a try,

but it brings it all back, doesn't it?

Like it was yesterday.

Your poor, dear mother.

Butter.

There are two Ts, Michael.

Two of them.

Christina can do it.

Butter.

Why can't you?

Butter.

But'er.

Stand up.

Look me in the eye and say it.

But'er.

[tense thoughtful music]

Give me that.

Kirsten, Michael has had a little mishap.

A dab of disinfectant and a plaster, I think.

Mary, your French composition.

[door clunking]

[tense uneasy music]

[group chattering]

[footsteps tapping]

-[door clunking] -[door lock clicking]

[solemn thoughtful music]

[suitcase latches clunking]

[toilet cistern lid rattling]

[water splashing]

[drink sloshing]

[razor scraping]

[Hester sighing]

Don't.

Jack always said he was innocent.

[water splashing]

I'd say the same if I'd been charged with murder.

[sighs] When we were standing around his coffin

and they'd had to cover most of his face

so we couldn't see

[water splashing]

what had been done to him, how he'd been hurt,

you didn't once think, "What if Jack was telling the truth?"

[hammer tapping]

-No. -[water splashing]

Well, I did.

I do. I think about it all the time.

What if Jack was telling the truth?

What if he was innocent?

What if he had an alibi?

What if Dr. Calgary-

Was lying.

Leave it.

[water splashing]

You going on won't change anything or bring anyone back.

-[water splashing] -Tina! It's about time.

I'm beside myself.

We need help with the tables.

Can you make sure they all have the little lamps on them?

Poor Tina.

That's why I hide up here, so they can't make me help.

Where are you going?

Get some cigarettes.

There's cigarettes in the store cupboard.

[Michael] Not the ones I like.

[door clunking]

[Hester sighs]

[tense uneasy music]

[drink sloshing]

I'm not cross, Hester.

You're not?

It's Christmas Eve.

How can I be cross?

[tense dramatic music]

[water splashing]

Well, of course, I saw through him immediately.

If you're going to pretend to be a doctor,

don't dress as a caricature of one.

A tweed suit and winter brogues in July?

It's ridiculous.

What did he say?

Oh, the usual.

Daddy dealt with him.

Look at her, pointing at flowers as if she's the Queen.

You know, I thought Mickey might help for once,

but he only cares about himself.

Is her dress really white?

Ivory.

Ivory! It's the same as white!

This is unbearable!

How can you go along with it?

Bending over backwards to be her new best friend.

Why doesn't it kill you like it kills me?

Because it doesn't.

Well, I was the first.

I loved Mother longest.

Mother.

Always pulling at me! It's intolerable!

[tense brooding music]

[hammer slamming]

It's different for you.

It's not different for me.

You think you were the favourite, but you weren't.

Mother just felt sorry for you.

[footsteps tapping]

[tense dramatic music]

Filth! Filth!

Filth!

-[car engine whirring] -[gentle contemplative music]

[car door clunking]

[car door slamming]

[lock rattling]

[door scraping]

[door thuds]

-[cloth whipping] -[debris clinking]

[car door clunking]

[car door slamming]

[car engine choking]

[climatic reflective music]

[tense brooding music]

[birds chirping]

[Philip humming]

[syringe clinks]

You can't go out.

Darling,

an evening spent in the company of your father's friends

and their bloated pig wives,

braying over my head while my face is at crotch level,

not my idea of fun.

I'm just going to go out and have a quiet supper in town,

all right?

Oh.

[Philip humming]

[drawer scraping]

Ah, yes.

Now, you won't drink too much, will you?

You look very pretty.

-[Mary laughs] -[bank notes rustling]

Don't let any of the men flirt with you, will you?

[Mary chuckles]

I'll see you later.

[sparse tense music]

[sniffs] Mm.

Mm, mm, mm.

[footsteps tapping]

Oh!

I'm honestly not trying to take your mother's place, Mary.

I'd like us to be friends.

We could have shopping trips, lunches.

Just us girls.

I don't want to be your friend.

And as for taking my poor mother's place,

with your elocution lessons and your padded brassieres,

you don't have a chance.

[scoffs] Well, look at you,

playing the adoring, heartbroken daughter.

"My poor mother."

The thing is, no one hated her more than you.

[footsteps tapping]

-[church bells ringing] -[birds chirping]

[camera flash thuds]

[group giggling]

[Hester] Well, it looks like real gold.

[Mary] [chuckling] Shut up.

-[group chuckles] -[light thoughtful music]

Hm. Here she comes, Mother Superior.

[Mary] Thank you.

What are you doing?

You've got guests.

Well, it's...

It's just that it's my last evening here,

so I thought I'd just-

You need to change into your going-away outfit

while your husband is still sober enough

to walk you out of the house.

What's the rush?

Why can't she just sit here with us if she wants to?

Because it doesn't look right.

And that's what matters, is it, "looking right?"

Look, it won't take me a moment to change.

You are happy for me, Mother, aren't you?

Such hot, little hands!

You'll mark my suit.

Come on.

-[tense brooding music] -[birds chirping]

Don't.

[laughs] One day.

One day just to crack the shell.

See if there's anything inside. [grunts]

[Radio Announcer] Against fire and radioactive fallout.

And if you don't have one of those,

then simply place a door against a wall inside your house

as an extra precaution for yourself and your family,

until the police or Civil Defence Corps arrive

to tell you the danger is passed.

If you are outside, then simply lie down.

Is it inadvisable to smoke,

so keep your cigarettes in your pocket

until you hear the all-clear siren.

I want to remind everyone that although Great Britain

does face a threat from unscrupulous foreign powers...

[Arthur gasping]

[radio announcer speaking faintly]

[clothes rustling]

[Arthur gasps]

Shh.

No, no, no.

[objects clattering]

-[money rustling] -[coins clinking]

-[book pages flipping] -[book rustling]

[drawers scraping]

Who are you?

[drawers scraping]

Arthur Calgary.

Dr. Arthur Calgary.

Well, you don't have anything that proves it.

No.

[money rustling]

[Michael] How did you do that?

Um, I got brambles caught in my trousers.

The thorns, they...

Tell me the story, the one you told my dad.

It's not a story.

Tell it anyway.

I was driving.

What sort of car?

I don't really know about cars.

[Michael] Describe it.

-I don't- -Big?

Small?

Big, I suppose.

You suppose?

[Arthur sighs]

Where is it now?

Because you didn't drive here.

I don't have it anymore.

Go on.

I was driving-

In the car that you don't know

whether it was big or small?

-Yes. -That you don't have anymore?

Driving on the road that goes past your house.

How fast were you going?

Quite slowly.

[car engine roaring]

Go on.

Driving on the road that goes past your house

and this man stepped out into the road

and put his hands up to ask for a lift.

I stopped and gave him a lift, your brother, Jack.

And we drove on and I dropped him off outside a pub.

I asked him for the time and I went on my way.

[chair scrapes]

How come you don't have anything that proves who you are?

You're a driver. Where's your licence?

I don't know.

Did you lose it?

In the Arctic?

I might have done.

Did it get eaten by a penguin?

Penguins don't live in the Arctic,

they live in the Southern Hemisphere.

[Michael chuckles]

Don't take the piss out of me.

I'm not, I'm just pointing out a fact.

I need you to do something.

I need you to go.

Because we've had enough of people like you.

We've really had enough.

It's important you get that.

Don't be here tomorrow.

And don't go talking to anyone else around here.

Remember, I can get in.

[tense brooding music]

[door clunking]

[Arthur sighs]

[door slamming]

[Arthur sighs]

[tense dramatic music]

If you're a scientist doing secret research in the Arctic,

then I'm a baboon's ball sack.

No, no! Stop! [screams]

Things are bound to change under the new Mrs. Argyll.

I wouldn't like to see you get side-lined.

Leave me alone!

I could've killed her that night for what she did.

Well?

Why are you so cruel to me?

[Philip] It's like kicking a whipped dog.

It's easy.

Let me go! [gasps]

Jack was innocent, and your wife's killer is still free.

[Man] Which one of them's got blood on their hands?

So deliciously squalid.

[key rattling]

[door slamming]

[car engine roaring]