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(woman screaming)

(woman panting)

(blood pressure cuff hisses)

- [Nurse] What's wrong, sir?

- This one doesn't want to be born.

(woman moaning) (eerie music)

(woman panting)

(woman moaning)

(woman panting) (eerie music continues)

(woman screams) (eerie music continues)

(baby crying)

(woman panting)

- [Announcer] Dr. Jones. Dr. Jones.

- Congratulations, Mr. Carlesi. It's a boy.

- Marvellous! Is Lucy all right?

- Oh, yes, yes, she's fine now.

It was a bit of a struggle.

- But the baby's all right?

- Yes. More than all right.

A big healthy fellow

one of the biggest I've ever had to cope with.

Nearly 12 pounds I would say.

(Gino laughs)

Is everything all right? - Yes, sir.

- I think you could take Mr. Carlesi in to see his son now.

- Thank you, that's marvellous!

Thank you! Which way?

(Dr. Finch laughs)

(Lucy sobbing)

What's the matter? What's wrong?

- [Lucy] I was cuddling him!

I was only cuddling him!

I was just holding him!

(gentle dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- Your wife is all right.

She uh she's a little distraught.

It was a nasty experience.

- But her face. What happened?

Why would the baby- - Maybe she was cuddling

it too tightly it may have had difficulty breathing.

The baby may have thought he was being suffocated.

Even at this age babies have an instinct for survival.

And as I said he's an amagzingly big and strong baby.

- But the baby's all right?

- [Dr. Fitch] Oh, yes, yes. I just had a good look at him.

He's totally unmoved by the experience.

And you must both forget about it too.

We're as much concerned about the mother as the baby.

Now, about feeding-

- She said she wants to feed him herself.

- No, I don't think

that would be good. - No, she wants to so much.

- This experience has upset her.

She seems a little frightened.

She'll be all right in a day or two.

And then we'll see. Again, congratulations, sir.

Have you thought about what you're gonna call the boy?

- I wanted to give him an Italian name for my family,

Lucy wanted to give him an English one.

We called him Nicholas.

- The mothers usually win.

(pots clinking) (people chattering)

(horn honks)

(people chattering)

- [Woman] It's very medical!

- [Man] Hey, you blokes up there,

what are you collecting for?

(upbeat music)

- No. - Come on, petal!

- Get used to it. (people laughs)

(people chattering) - I'm starving.

- You're starving? - Look at it!

(engine roars)

(car horn honks)

- Oh, it's nice to see you back, Mrs. Carlesi.

- Oh, it's nice to be back.

Look at him. - Oh, what a lovely boy,

isn't he like his mummy?

Come along. Oh, he's asleep.

Now, that's it.

Careful now. - Mind the steps, Lucy.

- [Mrs. Hyde] I hope you find it warm enough, Mrs. Carlesi.

I've had the heating going specially.

- [Lucy] Oh, Mrs. Hyde.

- [Gino] I've left the flowers downstairs for Mrs. Hyde.

- [Lucy] It's all right, darling, yes.

- [Mrs. Hyde] Oh, what a lovely big boy he is!

- [Gino] Leave the suitcase here?

- Oh what a big bundle.

We do weigh a tonne, don't we? - Yes. (laughs)

- There we are.

What a lovely big boy!

Oh! He bit me so hard.

I could swear he's got teeth already.

(Nicholas whimpers) - How could he?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hyde. - Oh, it's nothing, nothing!

The poor mite's hungry that's all.

He'd have to be to want to eat me.

You'd better feed him. - Yes, I'll prepare a bottle.

- Oh, aren't you doing it yourself?

- Ah no, the doctor says not.

You go and rest. I'll get the bottles.

- I'll do it.

I didn't have five of my own without learning something.

You both need a rest. (Nicholas whimpering)

- [Lucy] Not bad for a first effort.

- Mm-hmm, come on let's go and have a drink.

Then I must go to the office.

- Bye, Nicky.

And there's nobody tall in your family is there?

- No, they called Uncle Giorgio a giant

but he was only 510",

I think we're going to have a six-footer

on our hands one day.

(Lucy sighs) Anyway, you must relax.

Mrs. Hyde can cope with everything.

(telephone rings)

(Gino speaking in foreign language)

(telephone ringing) Hello?

(Gino speaking in foreign language)

- Where is she?

(Gino speaking in foreign language)

Where is she?

- She's at the airport. Mm?

- Tell her to come over. (speaking in foreign language)

- I'm going back to the office. You take a taxi there.

And hen I'll bring you back here mm?

- Great.

- Ciao, ciao, Albana.

(uplifting music)

- Morning, Charles. - Morning, sir. Thank you.

(woman giggling)

(car engine revs)

- [Sheila] Morning, Mr. Carlesi. How's the baby?

- [Gino] I brought him back from the hospital this morning.

- [Sheila] Oh, that's wonderful. How's Mrs. Carlesi?

- Oh, she's fine. She's a bit tired.

I suppose there are 100 messages.

- Ah, they're all on your desk.

Uh, Mr. Simms is the only urgent one

about that silver order from Paris.

- Ah, yes, yes, I'll deal with that. Thank you, Sheila.

(intercom buzzes)

Yes?

- [Sheila] Your sister's here. Mr. Carlesi.

- Oh, show her in, will you?

- [Sheila] This way please.

(door clicks)

(Gino and Albana speaking in foreign language)

- Oh, no, no, no,

now I'm here we are only going to speak English.

- Have you met my secretary Sheila?

-Yes, I have.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

- Uh, before you go to lunch, Sheila,

could you get me Simms on the phone, please?

- Yes, sir.

(door bell rings)

- Oh! - Hello, Mrs. Hyde.

How are they? - All right.

- Lucy! - Oh, Mandy.

God I'm glad to see you.

- You look wonderful like you've been on holiday.

- No. It was no damn holiday.

- Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Mrs. Carlesi.

- Bye, Mrs. Hyde. - Bye.

- A boy first time off. Terrific.

Can I go up and see him?

- Oh, no, no. He's sleeping.

Let's have a drink. - Right.

- Are you still on Scotch?

- Yes, but never before breakfast.

- Soda?

- No, it's been a tough day already.

Thomas had us at it since 9:30

rehearsing a new show, "Diabolical."

- How is Tommy? - Blooming.

Still got as many hands as ever. You know Tommy.

- Yes. Here you go.

Your hair's got so long.

- [Mandy] Oh, darling, it's a mess.

- Oh, it looks fabulous. - Thanks.

To you and the baby.

You've been the lucky one darling.

- Oh, come off it Mandy.

You've had your chances and always said no.

- Yes, but I'm changing with age.

I'm gonna have to find myself someone like Gino

before I bump and grind myself to death.

- Gino's been wonderful.

- Well, they always say Italians make the best husbands

if you can get them away from their mothers.

- Oh! Gino's mother.

Do you know she still doesn't approve of me.

All we had since the wedding is a Christmas card.

(Nicholas crying) (dramatic music)

Oh, no. (object thudding)

- What is it?

- Come upstairs with me right now. Oh, please.

My God.

(gentle dramatic music)

Oh! - The baby couldn't have.

We ought to turn him over. He'll suffocate.

Oh, let me turn you over.

There you go. He's heavy.

(Nicholas whimpers)

Oh but he's lovely.

(bright dramatic music)

Look.

- What?

- Look. Come on.

come on. You need a drink.

We'll tidy up later. Come on.

Here. Here you are love.

- (sighs) Thanks.

- It's hard to believe he's so big and strong.

- He frightens me. It's been like that since he was born.

- Neither you and Gino are that big.

Is Gino so strong?

Look what's wrong?

- Oh, it's been like a nightmare since he was born.

I feel he hates me loathes me.

- You know that's ridiculous.

Come on darling. You're imagining things.

- Yes, I am. All the time.

I've got this horrible feeling.

It's like a memory as though I'm living through it again.

- Lucy you've got to get a grip of yourself. Please.

- Do you remember at the club

the night before we were going to take the show to ltaly

and I met Gino for the first time?

(gentle music)

It was the last time I did my act at the club.

And that night I really enjoyed doing it.

Maybe I sensed it would be my last time there.

Hercules was in the wings.

He was always there.

Looking at me. Watching me.

I used to kid around with him.

We liked each other and had fun.

Maybe I egged him on. I thought it was just a game.

(gentle music continues) (audience applauds)

I never dreamed of anything else. Never.

That night he came to my dressing room after his act.

I was in a hurry to get away.

We were leaving the next day, but he seemed funny,

odd, disturbed by something.

(dramatic music)

And I thought he wanted to talk so I offered him a drink.

He didn't want one.

He just stood there staring at me.

I wanted to take off my make-up and get home to pack.

I felt awkward, but I didn't want to upset him.

I knew how sensitive he was.

I felt his hand on my neck.

I tried to pretend it wasn't happening

or maybe for an instant I was fascinated.

It felt unreal. His hands.

(sultry music)

I don't remember much.l felt disgusted.

I screamed and Tommy came rushing in.

He told Hercules to get out and he went

without even looking at me like a beaten animal.

You know I had that thing going with Tommy at the time.

Anyway, was I glad to see him.

Anyway, I soon forgot about Hercules.

I feel sick when I think about it now.

I hate myself for having an affair with Tommy

and I kidded myself that I was special,

not just one of his girls.

But I was as cheap as he was, and Tommy knew it.

It had been like a bad dream.

I was going off to Italy the next day

and I was excited about going abroad with the show.

I'd always wanted to go to Italy.

And it was because of Tommy I was going.

He was good at making you show your gratitude.

I was only later I discovered he was being thanked

by a lot of girls.

Afterwards I couldn't help feeling a bit guilty

about poor Hercules.

The club was quiet.Everyone had gone.

I felt so confused about everything.

Tommy went to get the car to drive me home.

I was going to meet him in front.

All I really wanted to do was to go to sleep,

shut my eyes and wake up under a blue sky

with the sun shining.

The club and everything about it

suddenly seemed seedy and nasty.

Anyway, it didn't bother me.

All I could think of was "ltaly here I come.”

(beads clattering)

- You will have a baby, a monster,

an evil monster conceived in your womb,

as big as I am small and possessed by the devil himself!

(dramatic music)

- Lucy's probably resting.

Let's go and sneak a look at him.

(Nicholas cries)

(glass crackling)

Lucy, where are you?

(tense music)

(Lucy sobbing)

Lucy?

- He spat at mel

He hates me!

- It's all right. It's all right.

- Albana. - Lucy, cara.

- Oh, Albana, I'm so glad to see you.

- I'm so happy to be here.

- It's all right. Come on. - I'm sorry, Albana.

(Nicholas whimpering)

(Nicholas crying)

(sighs) Albana, how are you?

I'm sorry about that welcome. It's been a bit of a strain.

- I told her she's not resting enough.

- It's always a strain afterwards.

A little depression always comes after the excitement.

He's a lovely, big boy.

- Anyway, you may stay as long as you like.

- No, I won't stay with you. You have enough to look after.

The Mother Superior in Rome

has arranged for me to stay at Saint Teresa's.

It's quite near.

They have a medical research unit

and I can get on with my work.

- You'll promise you'l come and see us every day?

- Of course.

(bells tolling)

(people chattering)

- Mrs. Carlesi. - Hello, Mrs. Hyde.

(women chattering)

(woman laughing)

(people chattering)

- Sh-sh-sh-sh.

Shall I take the baby now? - Yes.

(Nicholas crying)

(ominous music)

Nicky, Nicky, Nicky! Gino!

- Quickly, you must get him to a hospital.

- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

- We've got the blood sample.

- Urine? - It's gone to lab already.

- I'd better go and see the parents.

I, ah, I have to calm down the mother.

Give me a few minutes will you

before you bring him in. - Yes, sir.

(door clicking)

Well, I've examined Nicholas thoroughly.

I can find no physical symptoms.

They're processing the blood and urine tests at the moment,

but I doubt if they'll reveal anything.

He's a remarkable child.

He's astonishingly strong and well developed for his age.

I had to sedate him.

The normal dosage is absolutely useless.

- Well, he did have what looked to be some sort of fit.

-Yes. Yes, I believe you.

Though there is one possibility but it's a very remote one.

Is there any history of epilepsy in either of your families?

- No.

- No. No, no one.

- I'm sure it couldn't be that anyway.

Epilepsy isn't detectable until a child

is over three years' of age.

- Is it possible that...

I mean he's grown so much.

Is it, is it possible by any freak that, that he.

- What?

- (sighs) I don't know.

He's just going to be so big.

- Probably, but growth patterns

in children vary considerably.

A spurt now can be compensated for by a delay later.

(telephone rings)

Oh, excuse me.

Yes. Thank you.

Well, as I suspected, the tests show nothing.

- How can you say there's nothing wrong?

The way he's behaved since he was born. The violence-

- Lucy please.

- I didn't say there was nothing wrong, Mrs. Carlesi.

It's just that I can't make a diagnosis.

Even something like autism can't be detected at this stage.

- You mean there's nothing we can do?

- We can use sedation sparingly.

If the behaviour continues we might investigate

certain pre-natal congenital factors.

- You mean if there's something wrong

with Gino's family or mine?

- Yes. It can be a very long and difficult process.

(knuckles rapping) Come in.

- He's fine. Fast asleep.

- Oh, Nurse, take Mrs. Carlesi

and give her the sedative for the baby

and tell her the dosage.

- Yes, sir. - Thank you, Doctor.

(door clicks)

- Your wife seems very upset,

but a lot of women go through this post-natal depression.

Do you think she could be exaggerating about the baby?

- I keep asking myself that.

Some of the things have happened when I wasn't there.

- I'm not doubting her word, of course.

I just wonder whether she ought to see somebody else.

- You mean a psychiatrist?

- Yes, it's perfectly normal. Just routine.

It might to find out

if there was any trauma during childbirth or pregnancy

which might have affected the behaviour of the child.

- Well, can't the baby come back to hospital for a few days?

- I don't think it would be a good idea

for the mother and child to be separated at this stage.

- Can't Lucy stay with him?

- It would be much better if you engaged a nurse full time.

At any rate, until we can find how the child progresses.

- And here's some clean sheets and towels

in case you need them.

Now, is there anything else you can think of?

- No, no, that's fine. You go out and don't worry.

- Have a good time. - Oh, I will.

Do you know this is my first night out

since Nicholas was born?

- Then you enjoy yourself.

- [Gino] Lucy, are you ready?

- Oh, I'd better go. Bye. - Bye.

I'm coming, darling.

(door thuds)

(Nicholas whimpering)

- Shh! Go to sleep.

(upbeat guitar music)

- Oh, it's so lovely to get out.

- [Gino] You needed to.

- (sighs) Gino? - Hmm?

- I'm worried.

- Now, you mustn't worry about the baby.

I'm sure Jill can cope.

- Oh, I know she can it's,

it's what Dr. Finch said about the genetic factors.

- Oh that, I'm sure there's nothing in it.

My family's fine. I know your parents, they're wonderful.

- Oh, I know that. It's not that.

It's, oh Gino, I've got to tell you something.

Before we were married.

- Lucy, I know.

Now, we agreed didn't we?

The past's the past.

I love you now,

that's all that matters, isn't it?

- I know, darling. It's just. (sighs)

- Well, what?

- Oh nothing. It's just a stupid nightmare.

- Your table is ready, sir.

- Thank you. - Madame.

(gentle music)

(car engine revs)

- Well, it looks quiet.

- What did you expect? Fire engines?

(Gino laughs)

Here let me.

What about a small night hat hmm?

- (laughing) It's nightcap.

- Oh, nightcap. I'll remember.

- It's the first wrong word you've said in months.

- Well.

- Let's have Cointreau on the rocks.

- Oh, yes.

(Jill gasps)

(Jill gasps)

(tense music) (water splashing)

- (gasps) What happened?

- I don't know. I must have slipped or something.

I just felt I couldn't lift my head up.

- What were you doing giving him a bath

at this time of night?

- He dirtied himself.

And he was in such a mess

it seemed the simplest thing to do.

- But you're all right? - Yes, yes.

I just feel such a fool.

But it was the oddest thing.

- There. All wet.

Mummy's going to get you some hice clean clothes.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(Lucy screaming)

If it starts to rain better come back, Jill.

- Yes, I will.

- And in any event, I won't be more than an hour.

- Good. Have a nice time, Nicky.

Thank you. Bye. - Bye.

(doorbell rings)

- Hello, darling. How are you?

- Fine. - Okay, come on in.

- After seeing that wrecked nursery I'd believe anything.

- (sighs) Mandy I'm really worried.

He's getting bigger every day.

- Well, did you tell the doctor what you told me?

- (sighs) How can I tell the doctor

that I think my baby's possessed by a devil?

- What were those tests you said he mentioned?

- (sighs) Genetic tests.

He wants us to have them.

That's why I wanted to see you.

Before I have the tests,

I-I want to talk to Tommy.

- Tommy? What on Earth for?

- Do you remember when we came back from Italy?

Tommy gave that party for me

the night before I was getting married.

- Well, you know Tommy.

God! Let me guess.

- I've hated myself for it ever since.

- And because he might be daddy,

you need to know about his family.

- (sighs) Mandy could you tell him that I want to see him?

Give him some idea of what it's all about.

I couldn't bear to go through the whole story again

(sniffles) not for him.

- [Jill] Hello. Hello, big smiler.

How are you then, are you all right? Yes.

- Don't sit now there. (dog barking)

Don't jump about now.

Because there are rabbit holes around here, you know?

Let's go on, come one.

- Let's go and see the ducks.

Why not? Would you like that?

Let's see what's down here. There we are.

This is where the ducks are, just by the bridge here.

Isn't it lovely?

Let you see some sunshine, yes?

Would you like that? Yes.

(Nicholas cooing) (ducks quacking)

(ominous music)

- Oh look, there's a pram. Let's go and see.

But there's nobody with it.

Isn't that funny? Come along.

Let's go and have a look and see what's here. Now then.

Oh! Oh, what a lovely baby.

Who's left you all alone, eh? (Nicholas cooing)

(dog barks)

Mitch, will you be quiet?

(suspenseful music)

Help!

(duck quacking)

There was this poor baby all on itself

and then I saw the girl.

Kit, will you be quiet? The dogs were terribly upset.

Well, naturally they would be seeing

this awful thing happen.

- Did any of you see anything? - Oh, no, sorry.

- No, no. - The pram.

- Was anybody around? - Well, nobody saw anything.

It looks like an accident to me.

She slipped and banged her head.

- Accidents get stranger every day.

- There. - Oh well,

she won't be much good as a withess.

- She's a boy.

- You better find out

who the poor little bugger belongs to.

(engine roars)

(soft music)

(door clicks)

- Lucy's sleeping. I made her take two pills.

- Do you want some more coffee?

I hope she's going to get over this.

When the police brought back Nicky alone, Lucy fainted.

She was out two, three minutes.

- He's asleep. The sedation worked this time.

Do you think it was an accident?

- What else could it be?

The police said nobody else was around.

- Lucy does not think it was.

- I kKnow.

- She told me what happened with the nurse

in the bath last night.

- (sighs) Sometimes I think this baby is sending us mad,

both of us.

I mean how could he?

I know he's big and strong, but he's a baby! A baby!

- Lucy believes he is possessed.

- Possessed?

- Yes, by the devil.

- (scoffs)But that's nonsense.

We're not living in the Middle Ages.

You don't believe that-

- I believe in God and his mysteries.

They exist regardless of what age we live in.

- You expect me to tell that to the police? To the doctor?

- Maybe I should tell it to the doctor.

I think they should take the baby

into hospital for observation.

You should take Lucy away for a holiday.

You both need one.

Go to ltaly.

I will stay here and see that everything is all right.

- Now, you're talking sense.

That's the best idea I've heard in years.

- I have another good idea.

- [Gino] What?

- When did you last pray?

(both speaking in foreign language)

(Nicholas screaming)

- Do you have a cat?

- Huh, no, we have enough trouble looking after that baby.

- Well, I don't expect he caught this.

- (screams) I hate mice. Throw it in the dustbin.

(door thuds)

- I have to go out, Mrs. Hyde.

- To the doctor?

- No, um, I'll be back in about an hour.

- I have to go by two remember?

- Well, I'll be back by then.

I've given the baby a sedative so he should be all right.

- That has as much effect on him as water.

- I'm sure he'll be quiet for an hour.

- Yes, well, we'll hope so.

(metal clangs)

- OK. That's it.

- Sh! You'll wake the baby.

This one's difficult enough to get off as it is.

- Thanks for the cuppa.

- Don't you wake him.

- He looks a tough little kid. - Huh! You can say that again.

- Best when they're asleep, aren't they?

- This one is.

Okay. Well, thanks again.

Cheerio. - Bye-bye.

(eerie music)

(Hyde shouting) (cup crackles)

- How much is it? - 60p, madame.

- Keep the change. - Thank you, madame.

(ominous music)

(sultry music)

- OK, all right. We'll let you know.

Is Miss Falaise there, please?

- Yes, Mr. Morris. - All right.

(beads clattering)

Keep it short.

(mellow music)

- Hi, Tommy.

- Lucy. How are you, lovely?

- Fine.

- You look great. Sit down.

Do you wanna make a comeback? - Oh.

- You don't have to audition for me.

- Did Mandy tell you I was coming?

- Sure, sure I'll finish up here

and then we'll go round for a drink.

- Yeah.

- Only a couple more. Stick with me.

Boy, when I see these new girls,

I realise how much we miss you.

- Oh, Tommy, still the same old flattery.

You know I was lousy most of the time.

- But when you were good, you were very, very good.

- Am I boring you?

- Oh, look at this one. Got a temperament.

Okay, Pavlova go on.

(mellow music continues)

The dying bleedin' swan may be all right for Covent Garden,

but it won't do much for a randy oil sheikh on a night out.

(car horns beeping)

(knuckles rapping)

- Come in.

Oh, Sister Albana. Come in.

- [Announcer] Dr. Jones.

- I spoke with your brother this morning on the telephone.

- It's very kind of you to see me, Dr. Finch.

- Uh, not at all.

I quite understand that you must be very worried

about your sister-in-law and the baby.

- Yes, as an outsider one can see things

that might be helpful.

- Do sit down.

I understand from your brother

that you have some medical training yourself.

- Yes, I'm working in animal pathology,

not very much connection with babies I'm afraid.

- We're all God's creatures.

- I'm meant to say that, Doctor.

Your examination of the baby found nothing wrong.

- No, nothing at all.

He's very large and strong for his age,

but that's scarcely a disease.

- But you have only examined him physically?

- As a doctor of medicine I know no other way.

Even a psychiatrist would make little headway

with a child of this age.

- No, what he suffers from may be beyond words anyway.

- I'm sorry. I don't quite follow.

- Is it possible for a baby not to want to be born?

- "This one doesn't want to be born."

- Excuse me? - I was remembering.

No, I-I'm sorry I-l can't answer

your question medically.

- But you have suggested

that sister-in-law sees a psychiatrist.

- Yes, I thought it might be helpful to see

whether her prenatal state might have affected the child.

- I don't think that will help Lucy now.

- Why not?

- Do you know what she really thinks?

- No, I-l would have to have a talk with her, of course,

before I passed her on to somebody else.

- She believes her child is possessed.

- Possessed?

- By the devil.

- I'm afraid the presence of the devil

has never given us a diagnosis in the clinical field.

- Only in the spiritual one.

- (scoffs) There you have all the qualifications.

I'm a mere layman.

Would you like some coffee? - No, thank you.

- Do you believe in the devil?

- As a little man with a tail and a fork, no.

But I believe there is evil, the spirit of evil.

Don't you believe that?

- Yes, but I can't diagnose

that clinically either.

- I know that violence is an expression of evil

and this child.

Say that its violence is a possession,

a revenge against being born.

- I can do nothing about that.

A doctor can't write out prescriptions

against evil and violence.

It's one of the severest limitations of our profession.

Yours is the profession that practises exorcism.

So you see it's a question of my medicine

versus your magic.

- To someone living 100 years ago,

what you do today would seem magic.

- Yes, but we'd call it scientifically-based magic,

subject to proof.

You could prove nothing. - Except faith.

- Exactly but even faith-healers have no proof

to fall back on.

- Except cured patients.

You are laughing at me?

- No, it's just a private joke.

I thought today was going to be a dull routine one.

I didn't expect to be in the middle of a conversation

on mysticism with an Italian nun.

(gulps) Especially one who speaks such excellent English.

But seriously there's nothing we can do

for the baby at the moment except continue the sedation.

- Would you take him in for observation?

- Would the parents agree to that?

- Well, I think so.

My brother wants to take Lucy away for a rest.

At this point, that would be better than a psychiatrist.

I would stay here and be responsible.

- All right, that sounds like a good compromise

between your ideas and mine.

If I detect a devil, I'll send for you.

- Thank you Dr. Finch.

- I'll come round the house tomorrow.

Take a look at the baby

then I'll make the necessary arrangements.

You would have made a very good doctor, Sister.

- Yes? You would not have made a very good nun, Doctor.

(telephone ringing)

(engine roars)

- You are a saint, Albana.

That's wonderful. He'll come by tomorrow then?

Perhaps we can get away the day after that. Good.

Thank you so much. Ciao.

Call the airline and see if you can get hold

of an afternoon flight to Rome the day after tomorrow.

We're going on holiday.

- Are you taking the baby?

- No. Lucy needs to rest.

Now, where were we?

(rat squeaking)

(suspenseful music)

- Everything all right, Sister Albana?

- Well, you, you startled me.

- You were a long way away

in your research? -Yes.

I've finished the tests.

Freddy has reacted to the injection.

- Good. We can use him as a control now.

- Yes.

(telephone rings)

- Why it's great to see you again, Lucy.

Just like old times.

Well, not quite. But it could be.

You look better than ever.

- Thanks, Tommy.

- Thanks you. - Do you ever stop trying?

What did Mandy tell you?

- That you wanted to see me,

chat about old times, cheer yourself up.

- Is that all?

- She said you were feeling low.

Not exactly the happy new mom. (laughs)

Well, you've come to the right bloke.

I know six new lIrish jokes.

- This is serious Tommy. It's about my baby.

He frightens me.

- Looks like Gino does he?

- Oh, it's not a joke, Tommy.

He's very big and he's very violent.

- Well, you married an Italian.

Should've check out he wasn't in the Mafia.

- We're having genetic tests.

- If you're worried that's very wise.

- If Gino is the father.

Tommy the baby was born nine months after I was married.

- So07? (sighs) God you've got a short memory.

Or has so much happened since then?

- Jesus you're not suggesting

that little bastard's mine are you?

- Well, it could be.

That's why I've got to find out about your family.

- You've got a nerve.

Just 'cause you got some freaky offspring,

you wanna pin it on me?

What do you expect me to do, fire Hercules

and book your kid into my show?

- You bastard! (hand slaps)

(people chattering)

- No one does that to me!

- Well, what are you going to do? Beat me up?

- No. You got me curious.

I wanna see this spooky baby of yours.

And if it looks up and says, "Daddy,"

okay it's mine.

Now, getin.

(engine roars)

(door clicking)

(heels clicking)

- Oh, Mrs. Hyde, I-I've brought a friend back

to see Nicholas.

How's he been?

Is everything all right?

- I took him in and put him in his cot.

I hope he's asleep. I'll see you tomorrow.

- Oh, she's a bright little ray of sunshine, isn't she? Ha!

Well, shall we go and have a look

at the little perisher first.

- First?

- Well, we've got the house to ourselves,

haven't we? (scoffs)

He's already got all his toys.

Riches at birth. (scoffs)

You didn't know I had a soft spot for kids did you?

(Nicholas coos) He's all covered up.

Let's have a good look at you.

(hand sl a Oh! Ps)

(dramatic music)

That little bastard's yours, all right.

(bright music)

(Nicholas coos)

(dramatic music)

- Those are the keys, thank you, Sergeant.

(upbeat music)

That's fine. Thank you.

- Here you go.

(cash register dings)

(upbeat music continues)

(Lucy sighs) (Nicholas coos)

- Here we go, Nicky.

You have this nice little. Oh.

- Lucy! Lucy!

- It looks like Christmas!

- We're going to celebrate something else.

- What? - We're going on holiday.

- But how can we?

- Not with the baby. - I'll explain it all later.

Now, put all these things in the fridge

unless you want to drink warm champagne.

- I don't. No. (both giggling)

(romantic music) (fire crackles)

Oh, Gino.

(both kissing)

(Gino moaning)

(both giggling)

(Lucy sighs)

(Lucy moaning) (both kissing)

(Lucy sighing)

- Ooh, that champagne was very thera-therapeutic.

- You only had two bubbles and you were away.

- Oh, I feel lovely. Full of bubbles.

- You'll feel even better after a holiday.

(Lucy moaning)

I'm sure the hospital will find out

what's wrong with Nicholas.

- Oh, they must, Gino. They must.

- I trust Dr. Finch. Albana liked him too.

- Ooh.

- Now, don't tell me you're not gonna make it to bed, hmm?

- Oh. I'll make it.

(both giggling)

But will you make it? - Oh, yes.

- Are you sure? - I will.

- Well, then I shall try and get up these steps.

(Lucy speaking in foreign language)

(Gino speaking in foreign language)

(Lucy speaking in foreign language)

(both giggling)

(Lucy moaning)

Well, shouldn't we see if Nicky's all right?

- No, he's quiet. Let's leave him, hmm?

(Gino moans)

- Okay.

(both giggling)

I'll race you.

(sensual music)

I won!

(both panting)

(sensual music continues)

(sensual music fades)

(Nicholas crying)

(wind whooshing)

(wind whooshing)

(sinister music) (voice laughs)

(voice laughing) (sinister music continues)

(voice laughing) (eerie music)

(Gino gasps)

(Gino chokes)

(Lucy sighs)

(melancholic music)

(Gino thuds)

(body scrapes)

(bottles clinking)

(bottles clinking)

(machine whirring)

(bottle clinking)

(machine clinking)

Gino.

(door clicks)

Gino!

(door squeaks)

(door clicks)

Gino!

(sinister music)

(door clicks)

(Lucy sighs)

Oh. Oh.

Gino, where you are you?

Gino?

(sighs) Gino?

Gino!

Gino?

(melancholic music)

(Lucy sighs)

(telephone whirring) (Lucy panting)

(telephone ringing)

(telephone ringing)

(Lucy sighing)

(phone thuds)

(phone whirring)

(sighs) Hello, Mandy.

Oh, darling, I'm sorry if I woke you.

Can you come over here right away?

- Darling, I've just woken up.

- It's Gino. He's disappeared.

No, he's gone. I don't know where he is.

I'm so worried.

- I'll try and come over, okay? Bye.

(telephone clicks)

It's Lucy. She's in more trouble.

(Tommy groans) Gino's done a bunk.

- [Lucy] Mrs. Hyde.

- Any news? - No.

I can't reach Sister Albana on the phone.

I'm going to go over to the convent,

maybe he's gone there.

- Funny he didn't tell you.

- (sighs) Well, maybe he didn't want to wake me up.

- (scoffs) Could've left you a note.

- I've cleaned up the nursery.

- How can he be that destructive?

- The doctor is coming over to see him this afternoon

and he's taking him in hospital for observation.

- It's funny but I-1 don't like talking in front of him.

Even when he's asleep it's as if he's listening.

What do they reckon is wrong with him?

- I don't know, Mrs. Hyde.

(sighs) If my husband calls tell him,

tell him that I'll be back later.

(lively music)

(rats squeaking)

(bell tolls)

- Lucy, what is wrong?

- Gino. He's gone.

- Gone?

- Disappeared, when I woke up this morning he wasn't there.

There was no note. Nothing.

- He said nothing last night?

- No, and when I went into the baby's room this morning

it was wrecked.

It was as though,

it was as though there'd been a terrible struggle.

- It is impossible.

- (sighs) I've got this awful premonition that he's dead.

- You must not think that.

I will come home with you.

- Well, first I-I'm going to speak to Sheila

at the office, maybe, maybe she's heard something.

(sighs) Mrs. Hyde, can stay until four.

Can you get over by then? - Yes.

- Well, here's a key in case you need it.

- Are you sure you should rush about like this?

Maybe he will telephone.

- No, if I sit here and wait I'll go mad.

Thanks, Albana. See you later.

(Nicholas cries)

- You little monster!

If any of my children had turned out like you,

I don't know what I'd have done.

The sooner we find out what's wrong with you,

the better it will be for all of us.

I don't want to be around when you get any bigger.

- [Lucy] And there's nothing in the diary

about any, any business meetings today?

- No. He cancelled the one meeting he had

s0 he could everything clear in the office

before you went on holiday.

- Are you sure that there isn't anybody

that he might have had to see?

- I just don't understand it.

Where could he have gone?

- I don't know.

(telephone ringing)

- Never known a child like it in all my born days.

Hello. No, he hasn't.

Nobody's phoned since you left.

You will be back by four, won't you?

(traffic roaring)

(lively music)

(lively music continues)

(door clicks)

- [Mrs. Hyde] Ah! Sister Albana.

Mrs. Carlesi told me you were coming.

I thought I'd hang on for you.

- Is there any news of Mr. Carlesi?

- No. Gone like a puff of smoke he has.

- How is the baby?

- He's fine. He's asleep.

I put him up in his cot.

Weighs a tonne he does now.

I wouldn't touch him let alone lift him up

if he wasn't asleep.

Anyway, let's pray he stays asleep for you.

- Yes. Let us pray.

- (chuckleS) Right, well, I'll say goodbye.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Hyde.

(door squeaks)

(door thuds)

(dramatic music)

(Nicholas crying)

What is it?

Do my vestments frighten you?

Why are you crying Nicholas?

Why do you hate us?

We want to love you.

Now, stop crying, Nicholas. I'm going to pick you up.

(electricity crackles) You devil!

(stutters) It's all right now.

Is there any news of Gino?

- No. Nothing, his secretary didn't know anything.

So I went to the police.

- You must lie down and try to get some rest.

(doorbell rings)

- Gino.

- No, he has his key, doesn't he?

It is probably the doctor. I will go and let him in.

Then I must get back to the convent.

- But I-1 don't want to be left alone.

- You must trust me.

I will be back very soon.

(door clicks)

(doorbell rings)

(door squeaks)

- [Dr. Finch] Hello, Sister. Is everything all right?

- Yes. - Hey. What happened?

- Oh, a scratch, it is nothing.

- How's the baby?

- The same. You must help Lucy.

She's under great strain.

My brother has disappeared.

- Disappeared?

- Lucy will tell you all about it.

She's upstairs in her room.

- I'll get the baby into hospital tomorrow.

- Yes. Well, excuse me.

Goodbye Dr. Finch.

(eerie music)

- [Dr. Finch] You must try not to think these thoughts.

I know it's difficult.

- Do you really think he's just-just lost his memory?

- It's quite possible.

People do strange things when they're under strain.

You've both been.

under a great deal of stress for a long time.

I'm sure the police will trace him.

Now. Try to relax.

- Oh, you must take the baby.

(sighs) I can't go on like this.

I'm-I'm frightened to be in the same house with him.

- Well, you've told me Sister Albana will be back shortly.

I'm sure she'll stay with you.

I'll get the baby in for observation tomorrow.

(Lucy sighs) Now, you try to sleep.

I'll go and take a look at him.

(Lucy sighs)

- {sighs) Thank you, Doctor.

(door creaks) (wind whooshes)

(sinister music)

(voice laughs)

(door slams) - Oh.

(voice laughs) (sinister music continues)

(leaves rustling) (wind whooshing continues)

(tense music)

(shovel thuds) (Dr. Finch screaming)

(Lucy moaning)

(eerie music)

(laugh echoes)

- Come on, love.

(laugh echoing)

Where are you going?

(Nicholas crying) (eerie music continues)

(voice moaning)

(voice moaning)

(Lucy panting)

(eerie music continues) (air whooshing)

(Lucy screaming)

(bell rings)

(Lucy screams) (telephone ringing)

(Lucy gasping)

(Lucy panting)

- Hello?

(lively music)

- You all right, darling?

I'm awfully sorry I couldn't come over.

It's been a ghastly day.

You all right, darling? Any news of Gino?

- Hey, you're set in five minutes.

- Okay. I'll be there.

Sorry, darling, it, it was just one of the girls.

I'm on in five minutes. What did the police say?

(lively music) (whip cracks)

I can't understand it.

You must try not to worry.

What about the baby?

Oh, you poor, darling. (audience applauds)

I must go, darling. I'll come over tomorrow.

You'll feel much better when they've taken the baby in.

Get a good night's rest.

I wish, I wish I could right now.

Okay, okay, love. Bye-bye.

(playful music)

(beads clattering)

- I see. Talking to a new boyfriend.

- No. An old girlfriend.

(door squeaks)

- Albana.

(Lucy sighs)

Albana? Is that you?

(door squeaks)

(sinister music)

(wind whooshing)

Dr. Finch.

(wind howling)

(door creaks)

(sinister music stops)

Dr. Finch?

(sinister music) (wind howils)

- [Gino] Lucy.

- Gino!

(Lucy gasps)

(sinister music continues) (wind howling continues)

(voice laughs)

(dramatic music) (Lucy screaming)

(glass shatters)

(Lucy gasps)

(Lucy panting)

(dramatic music stops)

(telephone whirring)

(telephone rings) - Lucy.

(Lucy gasps)

- Please. Please. - Lucy.

- Go away. Leave me alone, please.

- [Operator] Emergency. Which service do you require?

- I'm your mother, you can't hurt me.

- Lucy. - I know why you hate me.

You didn't wanna be born.

Go away. - Police, fire or, ambulance?

- I'm your mother. You can't hurt me!

Please, go away!

I know you hate me! Now, you leave me alone!

Don't kill me, please! - Hello, caller.

Are you there? - Please!

He killed the nurse.

- Lucy. - You killed Gino. (gasps)

I know you killed them. - Lucy!

- But you're not gonna kill me!

(Nicholas crying)

No, no.

I'm your mother. (knife clicks)

(Lucy groans) (dramatic music)

(Lucy gasps)

(fun music) (people chattering)

(door clicks)

(door squeaks)

(sinister music)

(Nicholas crying)

(crib rattles)

(sinister music continues)

(Albana praying in foreign language)

(fun music)

(Albana screams)

(Albana gasping)

(Albana praying in foreign language)

(Nicholas crying)

(fun music continues) (Hercules groaning)

(Albana praying in foreign language)

(Nicholas crying) (items rattling)

(items shattering)

(Hercules moaning) (fun music)

(Albana praying in foreign language)

(items rattling)

(fun music)

(Albana praying in foreign language continues)

(Hercules moans)

(Nicholas crying)

(Albana praying in foreign language)

(Albana panting)

(Nicholas screaming)

(Albana praying in foreign language)

(Hercules gasping) (fun music)

(Albana praying in foreign language continues)

(Nicholas crying)

(items rattling)

(Hercules groaning)

(Albana praying in foreign language continues)

(Hercules moans)

- Oh, no, what's the matter?

(Hercules screams)

(Albana praying in foreign language)

(Nicholas crying)

(women screams)

- [Tommy] All right, ladies and gentlemen,

take your seats, please.

There's nothing to worry about.

- He's dead.

(Albana praying in foreign language)

(Albana panting)

(Nicholas cooing)

(bright mellow music)

(police siren wailing)

(tyres screeching)

(knocker knocking)

(bright mellow music continues)

(bright mellow music continues)