We should get this repaired.
I'm going to bed. Good night.
I'll be up soon.
Now, it gives me great pleasure to welcome...
our new deputy superintendent, Dr. Max Raphael.
And we also welcome his wife, Stella, and their fine young fellow, Charlie.
And we wish you many contented years here, among the confined and confused.
I refer, of course, to the present company, not to the patients.
Please forgive the latecomer.
A rather delicate moment with our new matricide.
- Did I miss anything? - Only Jack's speech. Perfect timing.
Peter, I'd like to introduce you to Mrs. Raphael.
Yes, of course. I'm so sorry. Peter Cleave.
- How do you do? - Stella Raphael.
Peter is our longest-serving doctor here.
I'm fixtures and fittings.
Forgive me. I need that sausage.
Excuse me.
- What's your field, Dr. Cleave? - Peter, please.
I tend to deal with the extreme cases.
My particular interest...
is sexual pathology and its associated catastrophes.
- And what does your wife make of that? - She doesn't. I'm not.
I spend my life immersed in the passions of others.
Dangerous sport, love. I'm not sure I have the stomach for it.
I've been married for 12 years.
I'm not sure I've ever thought of it as a sport.
Well, marriage is a different beast entirely.
I'm talking about passion.
What did Cleave have to say for himself?
This and that. I rather liked him.
Trust me, he's got fangs.
- Who has? - Count Dracula.
He wanted my job.
Thought he deserved it for his years of loyalty.
Why didn't you speak to any of the other wives?
There wasn't time.
But I'm so looking forward to our coffee mornings.
You will involve yourself in the life of the hospital.
- It's expected. - Of course.
Now, the band. I thought last year's was splendid. Agreed?
Yes, but can we have some slower numbers this time?
I've only just recovered. It was exhausting.
Rebook the band, subject to slowies. Show of hands.
Carried.
Next, do I have any takers for the cake?
Stella, would you like to commandeer the fruitcake?
- I'd be honored. - Lovely.
And if you'll forgive the reminder, no liqueur.
Alcohol, dear.
Alcohol for the patients, verboten.
Help me! Help me!
Help me! Help me! Help! Help me!
Are you joining us?
No, I'm not. No.
- It's this way. - No.
But you're not allowed in the corridor!
Come back!
You're going the wrong way!
- I'm so sorry. - No bother.
Thank you.
I don't mean to nanny, but it might be wise...
to restrict yourself to the public areas of the hospital.
One never quite knows what one might find.
Do the male and female patients ever mix?
Yes, of course. At the annual hospital ball.
A perfect opportunity to mingle.
Believe me, once a year is ample.
- Can I give you a hand, Mrs. Bain? - No.
Thank you, Mrs. Raphael.
How did my predecessor fill her days?
She sewed. Tapestry.
One year, she did all the hospital, seen from above.
Mommy! Come and see!
- What, darling? - Come and see!
Edgar, this is my mother.
We've invented a test of strength. Will you time us?
I don't have my watch on, darling.
Just count then.
Ready and lift.
Go.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
6, 7, 8, 9, 10...
11, 12, 13...
14, 15, 16...
Put him down.
Sorry. I didn't see you there, Mrs. Raphael.
Come on, Charlie.
Thank you, Mrs. Bain.
Charlie's made a new friend, that man doing the glasshouse.
- Oh, good. - Is he safe?
He wouldn't be in our garden if he wasn't.
Working is a privilege. It can take years to earn it.
They've all been fully vetted.
- Is he one of yours? - No, Cleave's. His favorite, I think.
- Favorite? - It's not unusual to have a pet patient.
Who's yours?
You.
Why is Peter Cleave so taken with him?
You know him, fancies himself an aesthete...
and the fellow used to be a sculptor.
What did he do?
Heads, I think.
- No, I meant... - I know what you meant.
I interviewed him myself. Charlie is perfectly safe.
Hello.
I'm sorry about the other day. I hope you didn't get into trouble.
No more than I'm in already, Mrs. Raphael.
My husband tells me you were a sculptor.
I still am.
- May I ask how long you've been here? - You may.
And?
Six years.
I killed my wife.
She betrayed me.
Mrs. Raphael.
What have you done to him?
Mrs. Raphael!
He was climbing a tree. He fell.
Can Edgar stay for tea?
- I'm afraid he can't. He... - I've got to get back to work, Charlie.
Thanks.
How is he?
He's fine, thank you.
I don't think he'll be climbing any trees just yet.
I don't know. Not my position...
but I reckon he's an adventurer.
You might be right.
I suppose he gets that from you.
I doubt it.
It must be your husband then.
Interesting dress.
- Is that a compliment? - Yes.
Might it be a touch too revealing, given the occasion?
I'll mention it to my dressmaker.
What a good idea.
United front.
May I have the pleasure?
- Can you keep a secret? - Depends what it is.
Jack told me he's planning to retire next year.
I wonder who he's recommending as his successor.
- Would it be someone I know? - It would.
- Is it Peter Cleave? - Very droll.
Congratulations. That's wonderful news.
It'll be a huge commitment for both of us.
I know it's not exactly ideal here for you and Charlie, but it'll change.
We'll have that house and a garden.
We'll be able to settle.
Thank you for dancing with me.
I can't take those.
You could take what they mean.
- Hello, Mr. Archer. - Edgar.
Break over!
How are you finding Mrs. Raphael?
I don't have much to do with her.
I'm busy with my work.
But Mr. Archer tells me of your recent interest in horticulture.
She's kind to me. I gave her some flowers a few weeks ago.
And you danced with her.
Only to show you I can behave myself with a woman.
I don't doubt it.
- You're pleased with my progress? - I'm not here to judge you.
But, yes, you're progressing as one would want.
And, in time...
work duties lead to my release?
Have patience, Edgar.
We still have many mountains to climb.
I've always done everything you've asked.
Indeed, but that does not make you ready for the world.
- But you've cured me. - Of what exactly?
Severe personality disorder...
with features of morbid jealousy.
Continue with your work, and we'll continue to take a view.
Any news on the job?
You'll be the first to know.
Stella behaving herself?
Yes, Mother.
That fellow's done wonders with your glasshouse.
Yes, it's scrubbed up rather well, hasn't it?
Our rockery resembles Berlin in '45.
Perhaps you could pass him over to us.
I don't know if it's my imagination, but isn't he rather attractive?
- It's your imagination. - He is attractive.
- Did he do something rather nasty? - He murdered his wife.
Obviously sane. Can't think why we got him.
What will happen to him?
I have no idea. That's Peter's department.
I suspect he will be overhauling rockeries for a good few years to come.
Here's to locking the door and throwing away the key.
What the hell is wrong with you? You had no right to say that.
The way he casually dismissed that man's whole future, it was sickening.
Policy is not your concern.
- I thought the policy was to reform. - It's none of your bloody business!
- Is it really so difficult to behave? - Like the other wives?
- Like the other little ladies? - Frankly, yes.
- Bye, Mrs. Bain. - Behave yourself, Charlie.
Here, let me show you.
Not here.
Oh, no!
- I just had a bath. - Your point being?
- I forgot my checkbook. - Oh.
- Where did you last see it? - Well, I don't know, do I?
Here it is.
Here we go, young man.
Let's go to the zoo. Shall we do that first?
And then we can go into the shop we went to...
Are you all right?
Have you seen a ghost?
What's the matter, darling?
There was a patient.
- What patient? Where? - In the house.
He might've been in Mommy's bedroom.
Who was he? Do you know him?
Can I use the phone, please?
Is everything all right?
It's been suggested that your dealings with Edgar Stark...
went beyond propriety.
- Suggested by who? - John Archer.
And there have been whispers among the patients.
These rumors soon get back to me.
Naturally, I give them no credence...
but I do need to know why they might have arisen.
Stella talked to Stark in the garden.
She talks to many of the patients. What of it?
Stella?
Well, Charlie was fond of him so of course I spoke to him occasionally.
- You danced with him at the ball. - I danced with you, too.
I'm afraid it's true.
My God!
- Does Max know? - I suspect so.
It's a bloody catastrophe!
The Home Office will be apoplectic, and in my last year.
- Doubtless they'll require a head to roll. - Well, they're not having mine!
Did you never think the man might try to escape?
Of course not. Otherwise, I would have prevented it.
Well, you were right about Max. He's not for us.
Appalling, bloody stupid woman!
She practically chauffeured the man out of the door!
As for the wife, never in 40 years.
He obviously has no control over her.
Who will be her next prey, for God's sake?
He'll have to go.
May I suggest that we don't toss that particular bone to the press?
At least, not yet.
We'll be crucified in the papers as it is. They love a madman on the loose.
We must preserve the integrity of the hospital for the future.
Peter, when the Inspector arrives...
do you think we can play down the more lurid aspects...
of Stark's recent activities?
Naturally.
Do you think Stella helped him to escape?
Not particularly. She was manipulated.
I suspect she's fallen in love with him.
You're fixated.
That's why you passed him fit for work when you knew he was unstable.
Drivel. Your wife destabilized him.
One could hardly have predicted that element in the equation.
I assume you're acting as Jack's factotum sent to extract my resignation?
Spare us the grandiosity. Just get on with your work and keep quiet.
I might remind you that I'm your superior.
In what sense?
How long?
- You're supposed to time me. - I'm sorry, darling.
If they catch him, will he be in trouble?
I don't think they will catch him. He's been gone too long.
I think he's on a boat sailing back to Australia.
I think you should come and talk to me.
Unofficially, of course.
Let me help you.
I might go up to town tomorrow and do some early Christmas shopping.
- Something for me? - Wait and see.
I'm Nick. It was me on the phone.
Why were you so late?
Had to be sure you weren't followed.
How do you know him?
I was his assistant...
before.
Did you think I'd abandoned you?
I couldn't contact you till it was safe.
And it's safe now?
- How was London? - Busy.
I saw something for you, but they didn't have your size.
I have to go and collect it next week.
Successful trip?
You find what you were after?
Yes. Finally.
Where is it?
Your shopping.
The shopping you did in London. Where is it?
- It's for Christmas. I've hidden it. - Where?
- If I told you, it wouldn't be hidden. - Show me what you bought.
Show me! Damn you!
Happy Christmas.
Forgive me.
Does he suspect?
He's buried in his work.
Do you share a bed?
I'm yours.
So don't go back to him.
Come and live with me.
I can't just leave my family.
Yes, you can.
Give them up or don't come back.
Once you're here, we'll find a way to bring Charlie, too.
Please.
I can't share you.
Decide.
How is Edgar?
What on earth do you mean?
Your housekeeper let slip you're taking regular trips to London.
You're seeing him, aren't you?
If you knew women, you'd know they like to shop occasionally.
Don't delude yourself you're in love with a tortured genius.
He's a failed artist...
infinitely more dangerous both to you and himself.
He's mine, and he needs my help.
Evidently, he disagrees.
You should know what he did to his wife.
I don't need to know. I have nothing to do with the man.
He beat her to death with a hammer and then decapitated her.
He took a scalpel and cut out her eyes...
and then he hacked at her face as if it were clay.
Perhaps there won't be any more trips to London.
Perhaps your mental state is too fragile.
With Max's consent, we can hold you here.
- Nonsense. - But we can.
For your own safety, of course.
Stella...
tell me where he is.
Mrs. B, how do you spell amoeba?
With a dictionary, my dear.
Don't ask me. I've got the brain of an amoeba.
She's...
She's having a little holiday.
I'm sure she'll be back very soon.
Shall I read to you?
Has she gone to Australia?
"That was Tom's great secret...
"the scheme to return home with his brother pirates...
"and attend their own funerals.
"They had paddled over to the Missouri shore on a log, at dusk on Saturday."
Can I move, please?
I've got pins and needles.
She taught me lots of things. She's a black Caribbean.
Have you had a black woman? No, you haven't. I have.
I was very drunk, but you know...
I couldn't quite do the samba. She taught me a lot of things.
Take it off.
I'm working!
- I'm going for a walk, all right? - Be careful.
Thank you.
- Are you following me? - No.
What? You just like hanging around in markets?
Have you any reason not to trust me?
- So why have me followed? - It won't happen again. Sorry.
- Why don't you trust me? - I said I'm sorry.
I'm working.
You're always working. It's just like being with my husband.
- Is it? - Yes.
- Like being with your husband, is it? - Yes.
- Just like home? - Yes.
- Is this what he was like? - Yes.
Like this?
- Hooray! Look at that. - Wonderful.
- Tell me. - I miss Charlie.
It's all right. Don't be sad.
I love you.
It doesn't matter, but I do.
- No, you don't. - I do.
I love him, too.
- Happy Christmas, Stella. - Thank you.
You touch her again, I'll fucking kill you!
Please stay, Nick.
I'm gonna clear out my stuff before he gets back.
There's no point in arguing.
It's not my place, but...