All language subtitles for Thriller (1973) S01E10 Spell of Evil

(dramatic orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Jenny breathing heavily)

- Soon have you up and
about again, Mrs. Mansell.

You'll see.

- [Tony] Doctor.

- How long has she
been like this?

- Well that's just it,
no time at all.

We thought she had a
feverish cold last night.

I slept in the spare room
so as not to disturb her

and this morning she
was like this.

What is it?

- Well it could be a virus,
it could be a massive

nonspecific infection, but
they don't fit the pattern.

Nothing fits the pattern.

Now her heart's failing.

- But Mrs. Mansell's
always been so strong.

- She's dying.

Well what are you gonna do?

- May I use your phone?

I'll get her into an
intensive care unit.

(Jenny breathing heavily)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Thank you, I'll hold on.

- Can they do any good?

- Well, she'll have a chance.

- No.

No.

No!

No!

(Jenny screams)

(ominous orchestral music)

- Jenny.

Jenny, darling.

- I'm sorry.

(disjointed orchestral music)

- [Tony] Mrs. Roberts.

It's been six months.

I really don't think my
wife would've wanted this.

- Your breakfast is ready, sir.

- Now look, Mrs. Roberts.

- I was very fond of the
mistress, sir.

- So was I.

- If it offends you, sir.

- No.

No, it doesn't offend me.

(wind whooshes)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Is everything all right, sir?

- You spoil me, Mrs.
Roberts, you always do.

- It's what she would've wanted,
sir.

There's something else she
would've wanted, too, sir.

- Oh really, and what's that?

- She always said you were
the kind of man

who needed a woman to
look after him.

She'd have wanted you
to marry again.

- Oh, but Mrs. Roberts,

the way you keep her bedroom,
the flowers.

- That's my tribute.

It doesn't have to be yours.

- Modernmates, the scientific
answer to loneliness.

Discreet introductions effected.

Complete
psycho-physical matching.

(Tony chuckles)

- Liz, he is coming in
this morning.

- He won't be a minute, Mr.
Mathews.

Oh, get me the Matheson
file, would you Suzy?

- Morning, Suzy.

Morning, Liz.

- Morning, Mr. Mansell.
- Mr. Mansell.

- Get the Morgan
contract out of that,

would you please, Liz?

- [Liz] Mr. Mathews is
waiting for you.

- [Tony] Good.

- [George] My God, Tony.

- [Liz] Suzy

- Oh go on, you've got
it worse than I have.

- No, Tony, we are in trouble.

Laker and Todd were buying
heavily again yesterday.

- How many?

- Another 100,000 shares,

which means that with friends,
associates, and nominees,

yes, they now have 23%
of our equity.

Oh, there can be no
doubt about it now,

they're planning to
take us over.

- They've chosen their time.

(George scoffs)

Hiring margins going up.

New equipment coming in
on the stream.

They wanna step in and
take all the gravy.

- Right.
- When's

our interim report due?

- Next week.
- Take out

the profits forecast.

- Good.
- We don't wanna

let the cat out of the
bag too soon.

- [George] Oh, well
we'll need the approvl

of the whole board for that.

- We'll get it.

- (chuckles) Yes, of course.

Now, how about circularizing
the shareholders?

- No, it's too early.

Wait for Laker and Todd
to make their move.

- Look, just a minute, Tony.

(typewriter clacking)

- Do you think Mr.
Mansell knows?

- It doesn't show that badly,

but then he never will know,
will he?

Unless you do
something about it.

- [Liz] It's not that easy.

(typewriter clacking)

- Thought you said you
were going to invite him

for a meal at your flat.

- I am going to.

- Well when?

- Soon.

(typewriter clacks)

(Suzy sniggers)

- Meantime I'll get
on to the bank,

tell 'em we could be
in for a fight.

- [Tony] Yes, do that.

- Right, I will.

- Liz, come in and take a
letter, will ya, please?

Uh, no, on a second
thought it's personal.

I'll write it myself.

- Oh, I see.

Um, I've confirmed your meeting
with James Cotton at 11.

Bates is downstairs
with the car.

- [Tony] Good.

That's all, thanks, Liz.

- He said it was personal,
he'd do it himself.

- [Suzy] Well then?

- But I've always handled all
his private correspondence.

- Liz, I'll go see Cotton now
and then I'll go on to lunch.

I've left a letter in
the out tray.

Mail it with the rest, will you,
please?

- Yes, I will.

You won't forget the
Morgan thing after lunch,

will you?
- No.

- And you've got Pearson
and Drew at three o'clock.

- Oh yes.

- And you promised to
give Martin half an hour

sometime today.

- (laughs) My dear Liz,
what would I do without you?

- [Suzy] That's what I say.

- Oh, Suzy.

(Suzy giggles)

(typewriter clacking)

- Now, Roland at the bank,
he's phoning me here later

by the way, he thinks we
could increase the

pre-tax cash flow by adjusting
the depreciation charge,

so bringing the PE
ratio down to 10.

Ah, he also said--

- [Tony] I wrote to a
marriage bureau today.

- Yes, that we could
make out a case for sh...

(laughs) You did what?

- I said I wrote to a
marriage bureau today.

You know, man wishes
to meet woman.

Object, matrimony. (chuckles)

- What on earth did
you want to go

and do a thing like that for?

- I don't know really.

- At first I thought it
was something

that Mrs. Roberts said,
but I'm not so sure now.

- (chuckles) Well, you know
what's gonna happen, don't you?

You'll get landed with
some old trout

who'll look just like a
giant anaconda.

(Tony chuckles)

Yeah, in a bad light.

(men laugh)

She'll follow you around--

(phone chirps)

Ah, that'll be Roland's now.

(phone chirps)

Hello?

(sultry music)

- [Clara] May I speak
to Mr. Mansell, please?

- It's for you.

Wow.

(George laughs)

- Hello, Tony Mansell here.

- [Clara] My name is
Clara Panton.

Modernmates gave me your name.

They seem to think that
we might suit each other.

- Modernmates?

But I only wrote to them today.

- [Clara] The mail service can
do miracles when it wants to.

No, Modernmates rang me
this evening.

They seem to be quite excited

at the prospect of
putting us together.

- Oh.

- Yes, well.

It'd be a pity to disappoint
them, wouldn't it?

- [Clara] Just what I
was thinking.

Why don't I drop by your office
tomorrow, say, um, 12:30?

We could take a look
at each other.

- [Tony] 12:30.

Um, yes, that'll be fine.

I look forward to seeing you.

- [Clara] I, too.

Goodnight, Mr. Mansell.

- Goodbye.

Giant anaconda?

- Up in the air.

But don't get too excited.

You know I had an uncle
with a voice like that.

- George.
- Hello.

- She said at the office.

- So?

- Well, I wrote on
personal paper.

She doesn't know where
the office is.

- Well I have a
feeling that girl

knows everything she
needs to know.

(chuckles) Yeah, and I'll
tell you something else,

I am going to be there
when she arrives.

(Tony laughs)

- He's been in a
fantastic mood today.

Have you noticed?

I almost took a chance and
asked him for more money.

- Yes, I had noticed.

- He's kind of all excited.

Hey, now's your chance.

Why don't you ask him to
come for dinner?

- Devious child.

You go a long way.

- Well, you've always
got to catch 'em

at their best, you know.

- I'm a devious female, too.

- You mean you're going to?

- Yes, just as soon as I
fix this coffee.

- Well it's about time.

- [Liz] Ow!

- [Suzy] What's happened, Liz?

(coffee bubbling)
- Ooh.

I don't know, the percolator
suddenly boiled over.

- Here, keep the air off it.

I'll take you down to first aid.

- Oh.
- You're not

gonna faint, are you?

- No.
- Come on.

- [Liz] Didn't know it can
make you feel giddy like that.

- [Suzy] Sure you're
going to be okay?

- [Liz] Yes.

- [Clara] Mr. Mansell?

(suspenseful music)

- Is he expecting you?

- [Clara] Yes.

- Oh, I'll just buzz him
through on the intercom.

- No, don't worry.

I'll surprise him.

- She will, too.

(door thuds)

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Think you can make it now.

- Yes.

- Ooh, ah, has there
been, well has anyone,

has a girl--

- [Suzy] Snow White
went thatta way.

(Clara and Tony laughing)

- Tony, about the board meeting.

Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't
realize you were busy.

I'll, oh good heavens.

That's to say, um.

- George, I'd like you
to meet Clara Panton.

Clara, this is my partner,
George Mathews.

- How do you do, Mr. Mathews?

- [George] How do you do?

- Clara's the girl we
were talking about.

You remember, the one
from the agency?

- But we've met before surely.

Wasn't it you who answered
the telephone last night?

- Yes it was.

Oh indeed.

(chuckles) Yes, indeed it was.

Well, good heavens.

What a remarkable ear
you have, Ms. Panton.

- Yes, the one down
by the river.

- [Tony] That's it,
that's the one. (laughs)

- It's suddenly got rather
cold in here, hasn't it?

Are you sure your
central heating's on?

- Well, it doesn't matter.

I'm taking Ms. Panton
out to lunch,

that is if you haven't
got a previous engagement.

- Nothing that a few
lies can't get me out of.

(Tony chuckles)

Oh, we'll meet again, Mr.
Mathews, often.

- [George] Yes, goodbye, Ms.
Panton.

Oh, Tony, you will be
back in time

to meet the bank, won't you?

- Yes, bound to be.

If I'm not, stonewall them.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'll do that.

(Clara and Tony laughing)

- Mrs. Roberts. (laughs)

Clara.
- I don't.

- (laughs) I promise
you it's true.

Let me take your coat. (laughs)

Zzz.
- Oh!

- Ah-ha, Mrs. Roberts.

I'm sorry I didn't let you know

that I wouldn't be
back for dinner.

- I wondered, sir.

- But we would like
to have coffee

in the den now, if
you don't mind.

Oh, Mrs. Roberts, this
is Clara Panton.

Clara, this is Mrs. Roberts,
the finest housekeeper

in the Western Hemisphere.

- Hello, Mrs. Roberts.

- Pleased to meet you.

I'll get the coffee.

(Clara giggles)

- She's all right.

It's just that dour Scots blood.

(Clara and Tony laugh)

Here.

- Oh.
- In here.

There we are.

- Ah.

- Well then.

How about a little
brandy with your--

(ashtray breaking)

Oh.

(Clara and Tony laugh)

Oh, I don't mind.

It was a very ordinary ashtray.
(laughs)

I was going to say (laughs)

how about a little
brandy with your coffee?

- I shouldn't.

I feel guilty enough already.

- Guilty?

- Well I've
monopolized you all day.

You haven't been back
to your office.

You've missed your
meeting with your bankers.

You've left heaven knows

how many tycoon-y
problems unsolved.

- Nonsense, I'm the one who's
been doing the monopolizing.

I just couldn't bear
to let you go.

I thought you might disappear
and never come back.

I don't want that.

I want to be able to know
that I can turn around

and you'll be there.

- And so I am.

- (laughs) And so you are.

I want you to marry me.

- We've known each other
one afternoon?

- How long does it take?

- And this, Mrs. Roberts.

And this.

I'm sorry.

I think I know how you feel.

But you see, now that
my husband and I

will be using this room--

- A man should be married.

- I'm so glad you
don't resent me.

Oh, well there's more, Mrs.
Roberts.

Here.

And, uh...

I think you'd better clean
out the rest of the drawers.

I cleaned out the master
bedroom today.

- Oh did you?

- Mm.

What's the matter?

Those undertakers again?

(Tony laughs)

- Takeover merchants,
not undertakers.

- Well.
(Tony laughs)

- Although they might
just as well be

from our point of
view if they win.

- [Clara] Is it as bad as that?

- [Tony] Mm.

- No, wait,

wait, wait.
- What?

What?

- I have a surprise for you.

I bought you a present today.

- Good gracious.

- Voila.

Voila.

- But why?

- To replace the one that broke.

- Well, it's much
prettier than that one.

- Thank you.

Why don't you call a
peace conference?

- A what?

- With those takeover merchants.

Invite them here to
dinner, away from the city.

Try to find a middle way.

It's better than fighting
them to a standstill.

- Well, it's worth a
try I suppose.

But you haven't met them.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell rings)

- Here, they're late.

- [Clara] They're here.

- Well, I still think
this is a mistake.

You can't talk to
toughs like that.

- We'll see.

- Tony, George.

We'd heard that you'd had
your proverbial luck, Tony.

How do you do, Mrs. Mansell?

- Clara, this is Mr. Laker.

- How do you do?

- And Mr. Todd.

- We didn't think it was
as good as this.

- How do you do?

- Going to turn her loose on us,
are you?

She might just do it, too.

- Would you like drinks
first, gentlemen, or dinner?

- Let's eat.

- I'll take your coat.

- Thank you.

- This way, Laker.

- Todd.

(suspenseful music)

- So you see, all that
Tony is asking

is for an agreed merger
rather than a takeover.

Marriage rather than a battle.

Peace rather than war.

Doesn't that make sense?

- Well, if he'd put
it like that.

Ben?

- No!

No, no, I'm sorry.

It wouldn't work.

Two men at the top is like
two women in the kitchen.

We're in a winning position.

I don't see why we have
to give anything away.

Here's our bid.

We're making it public tomorrow.

I'm afraid you haven't
got a chance, I'm sorry.

It's a poor way to end a
pleasant evening.

That's business.

Nothing personal.

- Very well.

- I'll get your coats.

- Thank you.

- Laker.

You realize we shall fight
you right down the line.

(Mr. Laker scoffs)

Oh, it'll be a messy business.

Your track record's not
the cleanest in the world.

- [Mr. Todd] We can look
after ourselves.

We're big boys.
- Don't be too sure of that.

- [Mr. Laker] We are sure.

- [Tony] Gentlemen, how
about another glass of wine?

- [Mr. Laker] No thank
you, we have a long drive.

(Tony sighs)

- I wish we hadn't tried.

It looks as if we've
crawled now.

- (laughs) We haven't crawled,
darling.

Don't worry.

It'll all come out our way.

You'll see.

It will come out our way,
I know.

Wait.

There's something
I've forgotten.

(ominous music)

Don't go away.

- I know I've seen this
face somewhere before.

- I wish you'd seen it on me.

- I somehow associate
it with school.

- (chuckles) She doesn't
look much like a school marm.

- No, no it was a school visit.

Somewhere like the
British Museum.

- Oh, Tony not in yet?

- [Liz] I'm expecting him
any minute, Mr. Mathews.

- Right, I'll wait.

- [Liz] Would you like a coffee?

- Oh, no thanks, no thanks.

- [Tony] Suzy.

Morning, Liz.
- Good morning, Mr. Mansell.

- Morning, George.

- Ah, Tony.

Have you heard the news?

- No, what?

- Laker and Todd
crashed the Rolls

on their way back last night.

Burst into flames, they
were both burned to death.

Which, although it's a
terrible thing to say,

solves our little problem.

- Yes, it does, doesn't it?

What a horrible thing.

(ominous music)

- [Clara] It will come
out our way, darling.

I know.

- Horrible, extraordinary thing.

- Well, no not really,
not when you consider

how old Laker used to drive.

- No, I suppose you're right.

- Type these out, would you,
Suzy?

They're rather urgent.

- [Suzy] Okay.

- Liz, if Jameson calls
you deal with it.

You've got the details.

I'm just gonna have some lunch.

- Have a good...

(typewriter clacking)

(ominous music)

(glass breaking)

- Ouch. (hisses)

(typewriter clacking)

- Here comes the rushes truck.

I didn't have time to
get any lunch.

Here, he did a rush job.

What are you up to anyway?

- Just an idea.

I'll let you know if it
comes to anything.

- Welcome home, darling.

- [Tony] Just what I need.

- Come in, sit down.

Relax.

It's all over 'til tomorrow.

Heavy day?

- A bit spiky.

- There.

Is that better?

- Hm, yeah.

- (chuckles) Oh.

I can see little flecks of gray.

You're going to be very
solemn when you're silver.

(Tony sighs)

You know, you mustn't feel
guilty about Laker and Todd.

It's terrible, I know,
but you've benefited.

I told you it'd all
work out our way.

You didn't want it to happen.

- How did you know about him?

- Oh, it's in the newspaper,
silly.

About the crash and the fire.

- Is it?

(suspenseful music)

(fire crackling)

- I think I'd better see
Mrs. Roberts about dinner.

- Mm, I'll finish my drink

and then I think I'll
have a bath.

- Yes, I'll run it for you.

- I didn't see it in the paper.

Clara.

Clara.

(light switch clicks)

- What are you looking for,
darling?

- [Tony] Uh, nail clippers.

I don't seem to be able
to find mine.

- They're in the drawer
where you always keep them.

Yes.

- This glove, isn't it
the one that Todd lost?

- Yes it is.

I found it in the hall.

Put it in the drawer
for safekeeping.

But there doesn't seem to be
much point now, does there?

- What's this?

- Oh, that's a pattern
for a picnic rug.

You do like picnics, don't you?

We know so little
about each other.

- Yes I do, I do like picnics.

- I adore picnics.

Dinner's ready.

That's what I came to tell you.

It's set up for you and a
sinfully expensive bottle

of your favorite champagne.

- Will that be all, sir?

- Yes, thank you, Mrs. Roberts.

You may go to bed as
soon as you're finished.

- [Tony] All right,
Mrs. Roberts, thank you.

- (sighs) She doesn't like me.

- Nonsense.

She's just gotta get
used to you.

There's something I've
been meaning to say.

- [Clara] Hm?

- Modernmates never followed
us up to see how we got on.

And another odd thing,
they never sent a bill.

- Oh darling, do you mean to say

that you got me for nothing?

- That first day when
you came to the office,

how did you know where it was?

I hadn't told you.

- (laughs) Darling,
you're not just anyone.

I looked you up.

- But you phoned me at home.

I'm ex-directory.

- Didn't I tell you, darling?

I am a witch.

All women are.

(Tony laughs)

- [Tony] (inhales) Clara.

- [Clara] Hm?

- How did you know about
Laker and Todd?

- (chuckles) I told you, silly,
I read it in the newspaper.

- But it isn't in the paper,
I looked.

- Well then I must've
heard it on the radio.

(Tony grunts)

- What you were saying before.

- What was that?

- About not knowing
anything about each other.

- That just makes it
more exciting.

- Oh yes, I agree.

But little things like where
you were born, brought up,

what you were like when
you were a little girl.

- But you see, I was
never a little girl.

I was born a woman.

My first conquest was the
gynecologist who delivered me.

(Tony laughs)

Come.

(Tony and Clara laugh)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(alarm blaring)

- Ooh.

Certainly overdid the
port last night.

Oh dear.

I'm as weak as a kitten.

- That's not port, my boy.

That's flu.

You'd better get back into bed.

- Yes, I think I will.

- [Clara] I'll ring the
office and tell them.

Even tycoons get flu, you know.

- Thank you.

- Tony here?

- I'm afraid not, Mr. Mathews.

That was his wife on the phone.

He's staying in bed today,
touch of flu.

- (laughs) Wife like
that, wouldn't take flu

to keep me in bed, would it?
(laughs)

Yes, well, I'll just grab
the Wilson file.

Better get on with it myself.

- I think this is what
you want, Mr. Mathews.

- Oh, thank you.

And she's gorgeous, isn't she?

- Where did he meet her?

- Ah, now why do you
want to know?

Got in your way, has she?

- What?

No, just curious, that's all.

- Oh, come off it, Liz.

I've seen the way you
look at him.

- I enjoy working with him,
that's all.

- (chuckles) No, won't do.

Maybe I'm not too hot
with the ladies myself,

but I have got a good eye.

Never wrong about that
sort of thing.

- Well I admit that I like him.

- Like him? Ha!

Liz.

Of course you do, he's
a very likable fellow.

Well now, if you
really must know,

he met her through a lonely
hearts club in The Times.

Yes, Modernmates or something.

- [Clara] Here, darling.

- No, I'm sorry, I couldn't.

- Oh, I know.

I can never touch a thing
when I have flu.

Perhaps we can tempt you with
something a little later.

Thank you, Mrs. Roberts.

Now, let's lift you up

and get these better.

Now,

try to get a little sleep.

(Tony grunts)

- You should get the doctor.

- I don't think so, Mrs.
Roberts.

He'll be all right tomorrow.

- He'll not be all right.

He's been getting worse
all afternoon.

- You know how he hates a fuss.

I think I'll wait
until tomorrow.

- I'm going to see Dr. Paterson
myself in half an hour.

I'll mention it to
him if you like.

- Oh, that would be kind.

You really do look after
us so well, Mrs. Roberts.

Ah, what a lovely,
beautiful hair.

Hm.

(soft suspenseful music)

(cat meows)

(tires screech)

(car thuds)

(doorbell rings)

- I'm so sorry to disturb
you, Mrs. Mansell,

but there are some papers
Mr. Mansell should sign.

I could still catch
the eight o'clock post.

- Oh, you're the secretary.

- Yes.

- I see.

Well I'm afraid he
can't be disturbed.

- Well it really is
very important.

If he doesn't sign it could
cost the company a lot of money.

About 100,000 pounds, in fact.

- Oh, well if it's as
important as that.

But only two minutes remember.

Let me take your things.

Here we are.

I'm all alone this afternoon.

Mrs. Roberts was
knocked down by a car

as she left the house
this evening.

- Oh dear.

Is she badly hurt?

- Well, they're hoping that
it's done just a concussion,

but she hasn't regained
consciousness yet.

Won't you come this way?

- [Liz] Thank you.

- Darling, your
secretary's here.

I told her she
mustn't stay long.

- Ah Liz, how nice.

- It's the Selby deal, Mr.
Mansell.

We have to exchange.

It just needs your signature.

- Only two minutes, remember!

- I promise.

- Give me the pen and
guide my feeble hand.

(ominous music)

- [Clara] All signed?

- He needs a doctor, Mrs.
Mansell.

- Yes, I know, but he
hates a fuss.

He won't let a doctor near him.

- Well I've just managed
to persuade him

to call Dr. Paterson.

He'll be around first
thing in the morning.

- Oh, what a clever girl.

I always say that a
secretary can do more

with a man than his wife.

- Thank you.

My apologies once again.

I do hope Mr. Mansell's
better tomorrow.

- Yes.

- Oh dear, I seem to be
missing a glove.

- Let's see.

- Oh, there it is.

- Oh.

There you are.

- Thank you.

Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

(suspenseful music)

(door slams)

- That's the lot now.

Going back over the
last month's.

- Oh bless you, Suzy.

- If you'd tell me what you're
looking for I could help.

- Thank you, Suzy, but I don't
want you to get involved.

- Tony in?

- [Liz] No, he's still in bed.

The doctor should be
with him now.

- Get involved in what?

- It's puzzling.

It's almost the same pattern
as the first Mrs. Mansell.

There's nothing organically
wrong and yet...

- [Liz] Ah, Modernmates.

- [Dr. Paterson] I take
it you have no objection.

- [Clara] Hm?

- [Dr. Paterson] A
second opinion.

- Oh yes, of course.

Whatever you think best, Doctor.

Goodbye.

(Tony wheezing)

- What's the old quack say?

- He says you have some
new strain of flu

and that you're to stay in
bed and do as you're told.

(Tony grunting)

(typewriter clacking)

- [Suzy] Hey, where are
you going this time of day?

Have you got a date?

(typewriter clacking)

- Suzy, you used to work
in a newspaper office.

How do I get an address from
an advertisement box number?

- It can't be done, not legally.

- Illegally then.

- Don't tell anyone
that I told you.

- Well, just popped in to see
how the patient was doing.

(chuckles) Yeah, and
if you ask me

I think you're having us on,

just wanted a couple
of days in bed.

Yes, and next week is my turn.

- George, the Morgan deal.

- Ah now, everything's
under control.

Good Lord, you're not
indispensable you know.

Yeah, well, nice to see you,
squire.

Expect ya back next week.

- I'll bring you some
soup later on.

(Tony grunting)

- I've never seen
anything like it.

I mean, he's never been
ill in his life before

and look at the state he's in
now after a day and a half?

- The doctor's arranged
for a second opinion.

- Second opinion?

He's going to need more
than opinions.

- If anything did happen,
George,

you'd be head of the
company, wouldn't you?

- Yes, well, let's hope
nothing does.

(ominous music)

- Here we are, miss, this is it.

Here I didn't know she was
thinkin' of letting it.

Didn't tell me nothin'.

- Um, this is all there is?

- Yes, well it's not much
as you can see, miss.

Hey, you know, it
always beats me

why she don't get herself
a better place.

Not that she can't afford it,
you know,

with all that money.

- She's rich then?

- Well it stands to reason,
doesn't it?

Widowed a couple of
times or more,

all of 'em wealthy men. (laughs)

Oh blimey.

- [Liz] Are you sure?

- So they say, miss.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

- Well thank you, miss.

- More papers to sign?

You are a busy girl.

- It's a busy time for us.

- Well I'll go and see,
but I don't think I can.

He was asleep just a
few moments ago

and I don't want to disturb him.

Oh, just leave your things.

You can wait down there.

No!

No, I'm afraid he's fast asleep.

Oh, leave the papers.

I'll have him look at
them when he wakes up.

- [Liz] It's all right,
I'll come back tomorrow.

- Such a long journey.

Would you like a drink
before you go?

- No thank you, I'm driving.

- Ah.

- What did the doctor say?

- Liz. (breathing raggedly)

- [Clara] Oh, he said
it's some new 48 hour bug.

It'll run its course.

- [Liz] I do hope he's
better tomorrow.

- [Clara] Yes.

- Liz. (grunts)

- Why don't you telephone
before you come next time.

It might save you a journey.

- Oh, I don't mind.

I shall keep on coming
until I see him.

- Just as you wish.

- [Liz] Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

(ominous music)

(Liz grunts)

(Liz grunting)

(Liz sighs)

(Liz grunting)

(engine rumbles)

(Tony breathing raggedly)

- Was that Liz?

- [Clara] Yes, darling.

I sent her away.

- What did she want?

- [Clara] Nothing for you
to worry about.

- I want to see her.

- [Clara] You shall do, darling,

just as soon as you're better.

- When is the doctor
coming again?

- [Clara] Tomorrow,
he'll be coming tomorrow.

- Oh.

- Someone's got to.

- Yes, of course.

Anything you need?

Mr. Mathews?

- [George] Hm?

- It's about Mr. Mansell's wife.

- What about Clara?

- Well, how much do you
know about her?

How much did Mr. Mansell know
about her before they married?

- I don't care how much he
knew about her.

It's none of my business.

And I might suggest it's
none of yours either.

- I think it has to be
our business.

There are certain things,
things that have happened,

things that I've found out.

- I don't wish to know
what you've found out.

Now if you've been
grubbing about in her past

hoping to find something
that might damage her--

- [Liz] I haven't, it's
not like that.

- Ho ho ho ho ho, I know
what you women are like

when someone else has
grabbed the prize

from under your nose.

- Please, I've got someone
coming this evening.

All I want you to do is
have a word with him.

- I will do no such thing.

God, some grubby little
private detective you've had--

- No, it's nothing like that.

He's a professor.
- Now listen to me.

- The British Museum
put me onto him.

- I said listen to me.

I don't know what you're
up to and I don't care,

but I shall report your
behavior to Tony

as soon as he's back.

Now you'd better start
looking for a new job.

- Have you been talking to Mrs.
Mansell?

(ominous music)

- Get out!

Now.

(Tony wheezing)

(Tony whimpering)

(Tony wheezing)

(typewriter clacking)

(twinkling eerie music)

- Liz, there's a Mr.
Pritchard to see you.

- [Liz] Did you find...

- This is the likeness of
the creature in question

which you gave me,

and this is a 16th
century wood cut

of Carla, the Witch of Crampton.

You see?

Carla, Clara?

The transposed letters?

They do that very often,
it amuses them.

- But this is the one.

This is the picture I
remembered from school.

I saw it in an old book in
the British Museum that time

but I couldn't
remember the title.

- You saw it in a book, hm?

But this is the original,
taken from the life

at the start of her career.

Well that makes it
potent, very, very potent.

(Tony wheezing)

- Clara, I don't
think we should--

- I knew you'd come.

- But I didn't intend to.

I set out from the office...

I don't know what I'm
doing here even now.

- Come.

I want to talk to you.

(suspenseful music)

(Tony wheezing)

- Tony?

- He's got to help us.

- How can he help us?

Look at him, he's dying.

She's killed him.

- He's got to help us
to help him.

Fetish.

It must be somewhere
near at hand.

- Fetish?

Yes, the image she's made
of him, the killing image.

It must be near to work so fast.

- [Liz] Mr. Mansell.

Tony.

Dear Tony.

(Tony grunting)

- Liz.

Good ol' Liz.

I knew you'd come.

- Tony, listen, don't talk.

Clara's what they used
to call a witch.

She killed your wife and
Laker and Todd.

Now she's killing you.

She's done it before.

She's been doing it a long,
long time.

- The fetish, ask him
about the fetish.

- Tony, listen to me.

Did you see Clara bring
anything in here?

A sort of...

- Image, a little figure,
probably made of wax.

- We've got to call a doctor.

- Doctor's can't help.

Mr. Mansell, when the
creature's been in here,

has she seemed to stay
close to anything?

Is there something she
seemed drawn to?

(Tony grunting)

(ominous music)

Oh, it's a beauty.

A real little beauty.

If a doctor were here now he'd
go quietly out of his mind,

unless of course he'd
been with me in Africa.

- [Clara] There's no need
to have a conscience.

I'm not saying
anything will happen.

I'm only saying if.

(suspenseful music)

Not as though you're
being disloyal.

- Well there's nothing
she can do to me now,

now that we know and you
found that thing.

- But indeed there is.

The creature still has
tremendous power.

If she found out that we
were onto her,

her vengeance would be
incalculable.

True, she would have to
abandon all subtlety,

but she could destroy us all.

- What do we do?

- We must destroy her.

- Loyalty!

Disloyalty.

The fuss you all make
about words!

Words!

The only thing is to survive.

To survive!

When will you people learn this?

- [George] My dear, are
you all right?

- Yes.

Yes.

Would you excuse me a minute?

There is something I must do.

- This, taken from the
life at the beginning,

this is what makes
her vulnerable.

The knowledge that it
existed somewhere

must have given her nightmares.

Now, something of hers.

- There's a whole wardrobe here.

- No, it must be something
closer to home than that,

more personal, something of
the creature's substance.

(suspenseful music)

No.

No, no.

There isn't much time.

Yes.

Not the brush, the hair.

- He shall know what it
is to cross me.

No.

No.

(fire crackling)

(ominous music)

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

(fire crackling)

(dramatic music)

(soft orchestral music)