Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again...
It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive.
And for a while, I could not enter for the way was barred to me.
Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed suddenly...
by supernatural powers, and passed like a spirit through the barrier.
The drive wound away infront of me, twisting and turning as always...
but as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon it...
nature had come into her own again...
and had encroached upon the drive with long tenacious fingers.
On and on wound the thread that had once been our drive.
And finally, there was Manderley.
Manderley, secretive and silent...
Time could not marr the perfect symmetry of those walls.
Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy...
and suddenly it seemed that light came from the windows.
And then a cloud came upon the moon...
and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face.
The illusion went with it.
I looked upon a desolate shell...
with no whisper of the past about its staring walls.
We can never go back to Manderley again, that much is certain...
but sometimes in my dreams I do go back...
to the strange days of my life, which began for me in the south of France.
No, stop!
What the devil are you shouting at?
Who are you? What are you staring at?
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, but I...
-I only thought... -Did you? What are you doing here?
I was only walking.
Well, get on with your walking and don't hang about here screaming.
I'll never come to Montecarlo out of season again...
not a single well-known personality in the hotel.
Stone cold. Waiter! Garçon! Call him, tell him to get me some...
Why, it's Max de Winter. How do you do?
-How do you do? -I'm Edith Van Hopper...
It's so nice to run into you.
Just when I was beginning to despair of finding any old friends in Monte...
Do sit down and have coffee.
Mr. de Winter's having coffee, go and ask the waiter for another cup.
I'm afraid I must contradict you. You shall both have coffee with me.
Garçon, coffee please.
-Cigarette? -No, thankyou.
I recognised you as soon as you came in...
I haven't seen you since that night at the casino at Palm Beach.
Perhaps you don't remember an old woman like me.
Are you playing the tables much here at Monte?
No, I'm afraid that sort of thing ceased to amuse me years ago.
I can understand that. If I had a home like Manderley...
I should never come to Monte...
I hear it's one of the biggest and most beautiful places in the country.
What do you think of Montecarlo? Or don't you think of it at all?
-I think it's rather artificial. -She's spoiled, that's her trouble.
Most girls would give their eyes for a chance to see Monte.
Wouldn't that defeat the purpose?
Now that we've found each other. I hope I'll see something of you...
You must come and have a drink in my suite.
I hope they've given you a good room...
The place is empty so if you're uncomfortable, make a fuss.
You're valet has unpacked for you?
I don't possess one, perhaps you'd like to do it for me?
Well, I hardly think...
Perhaps you could make yourself useful to Mr. de Winter...
You're a capable child in many ways.
A charming suggestion, but I'm afraid I cling to the old motto...
He travels fastest who travels alone. Perhaps you've not heard it.
What do you make of that?
Was that sudden departure intended to be funny?
Don't sit there gawking, let's go upstairs.
-Have you got the key? -Yes, Mrs. Van Hopper.
I remember when I was younger, there was a writer...
who used to dart down the back way whenever he saw me coming.
I suppose he was in love with me and wasn't quite sure of himself.
Well, c'est la vie.
By the way, don't think I'm unkind...
but you were a bit forward with Mr. de Winter.
Your effort to enter the conversation embarassed me and I'm sure it did him.
Men loathe that sort of thing. Come, don't sulk.
After all I'm responsible for your behaviour here...
perhaps he didn't notice it.
Poor thing, I suppose he can't get over his wife's death.
They say he simply adored her.
Oh, how awkward of me.
What a stupid thing to do, I'm so sorry. Don't bother...
Leave that, go and lay another place at my table...
Mademoiselle will lunch with me.
-I couldn't possibly. -Why not?
Please don't be polite, I'll be all right if they change the cloth.
I wasn't being polite. I'd ask you to lunch even if you hadn't been clumsy.
Come along, we needn't talk if we don't feel like it.
Thankyou very much.
-I'll just have some scrambled eggs. -Oui, Mademoiselle.
-What's happened to your friend? -She's ill in bed with a cold.
I'm sorry I was so rude yesterday.
The only excuse I have is that I'm boorish through living alone.
You weren't really, you just wanted to be alone...
Tell me, is Mrs. Van Hopper a friend, or just a relation?
She's my employer. I'm what's known as a paid companion.
I didn't know companionship could be bought.
I looked up "companion" in the dictionary, it said:
"A friend of the bosom."
I don't envy you the privilege.
She's very kind, and I have to earn my living.
-Haven't you any family? -No, my mother died years ago...
then there was only my father. And he died last summer.
And then I took this job.
-How rotten for you. -Yes it was, you see...
-we got on so well together. -You and your father?
Yes, he was a lovely person, very unusual.
-What was he? -A painter.
-Was he a good one? -I thought so, but...
-people didn't understand him. -That's often the trouble.
He painted trees, at least, one tree.
He painted the same tree over and over again?
Yes, his theory was that if you find a perfect thing, you should stick to it.
-Do you think that's silly? -Not at all, I believe in that myself.
What did you do, while he was painting his tree?
I sat with him, sketched a little, I don't do it very well.
Are you going sketching this afternoon?
-Yes. -Where?
-I haven't made up my mind. -I'll drive you somewhere.
Oh no, please I didn't mean...
Nonsense, finish up and we'll get along.
Thankyou, it's very kind of you, but I'm not very hungry.
Come on, eat it up like a good girl.
You've taken long enough, I'll expect a fine work of art.
Don't look at it, it's not good enough.
It can't be that bad, don't rub it out, let me see it first.
I never can get the perspective right.
Tell me, is it the perspective that gives my nose that curious twist?
You're not an easy subject to sketch, your expression changes all the time.
Does it? Well, I'd concentrate on the view, it's much more worthwhile.
It rather reminds me of our coastline at home, do you know Cornwall?
Yes, I went once with my father on holiday.
I was in a shop once, and I saw a postcard...
of a beautiful house, right by the sea...
I asked whose house it was and the old lady said, "That's Manderley".
-I felt ashamed for not knowing. -Manderley is beautiful...
but to me, it's just the place where I was born...
and lived in all my life.
Now I don't suppose I'll ever see it again.
We're lucky not to be home during the bad weather, aren't we?
I can't ever remember swimming in England until June, can you?
The water's so warm here, I could stay in all day.
There's a dangerous undertone. A man drowned here last year.
I've never had any fear of drowning, have you?
Come, I'll take you home.
Yes, I know Mr. de Winter well, I knew his wife too...
before she married, she was the beautiful Rebecca Hillridge.
She was drowned, while sailing near Manderley...
he never talks about it, but he's a broken man.
I suppose I better have it. Wretched stuff! A chocolate, quick.
There you are, it's about time. Hurry up, I want to play some rummy.
She was the beautiful Rebecca Hillridge...
He simply adored her...
She was the beautiful Rebecca Hillridge...
I suppose he just can't get over his wife's death...
She was the beautiful Rebecca Hillridge...
but he's a broken man...
Bonjour.
-Where are you going? -I thought I'd take a tennis lesson.
I see, I suppose you've seen the pro and he's desperately handsome...
and you've got a schoolgirl crush on him.
All right, make the most of it.
Off duty?
Yes, Mrs. Van Hopper's cold turned into flu, so she's got a nurse.
I'm sorry for the nurse. You keen on tennis?
-Not particularly. -Good, we'll go for a drive.
Good afternoon, how are you feeling?
You got on well with him, didn't you?
That pro must've been teaching you other things than tennis.
Hurry up, I want you to make some calls.
I wonder if Mr. de Winter is still in the hotel.
May I go now?
For the number of lessons you've had you ought to be ready for Wimbledon.
This'll be your last, so make the most of it.
Trouble is, with me laid up, you haven't had enough to do...
I'm getting rid of that nurse today from now, you'll stick to your job.
Yes, Mrs. Van Hopper.
-Nurse. -Yes, Mrs. Van Hopper?
Are you sure you left those messages for Mr. de Winter?
-Yes, Madame. -I simply can't believe it...
he would've certainly called me back.
Poor boy, I simply hate to see him so alone.
You know, I wish there could be an invention...
that bottled up memory like perfume. So it never faded, never got stale.
Then when I wanted to I could uncork the bottle and live it all over again.
What moment in your young life would you want to keep?
All of them, all these last few days.
I feel like I've collected a whole shelf full of bottles.
Sometimes those bottles contain demons...
that have a way of popping out, when you're trying desperately to forget.
Stop biting your nails.
I wish I was a woman of 36, dressed in black satin and pearls.
You wouldn't be here with me if you were.
Would you please tell me, why you asked me to come out with you.
It's obvious you want to be kind, but why choose me for your charity?
I asked you to come with me because I wanted your company...
you've blotted out the past, more than all the lights of Montecarlo.
If you thought I asked you out of kindness or charity...
you can leave the car and find your own way home.
Go on, open the door and get out.
-Blow your nose. -Thankyou.
Please don't call me Mr. de Winter.
I've an impressive array of first names:
George Fortescue Maximillian.
But you needn't bother with them all, my family call me Maxim.
And another thing, please promise never to wear black satin or pearls.
-Or to be 36 years old. -Yes, Maxim.
For the love of peace, come here!
What do you think? My daughter's engaged to be married.
-Really, how nice. -We must leave for New York at once...
Get reservations on the Aquitania and we'll take the 12.30 train.
Hurry, get a maid to help pack. We've no time to waste.
Go on, and don't dawdle.
Mr. de Winter, please.
He's gone out riding? He won't be back till noon.
Give me the porter, please.
I'll go and see if there's anything left in my room.
Has Mr. de Winter come in yet?
He has? Would you connect me?
I was looking for my book, I suppose I've packed it.
Come on, the car's waiting.
I'll leave a forwarding address incase they find that book.
-Would you ring Mr. de Winter? -Yes Madame, 182.
-There isn't any answer. -Thank you.
-Tell her to hurry up. -Yes, Madame.
-I was looking for Mr. de Winter. -He ordered breakfast in his room.
Come in.
Hello, what are you doing here? Anything the matter?
I've come to say goodbye. We're going away.
What on earth are you talking about?
It's true, we're going and I was afraid I wouldn't see you.
-Where's she taking you to? -New York.
I don't want to go. I'll hate it. I'll be miserable.
I'll dress in here. I shan't be long.
Which would you prefer, New York or Manderley?
Please don't joke about it. Mrs. Van Hopper's waiting...
I better say goodbye now.
I repeat what I said:
either you go to America, or you come to Manderley with me.
Do you want a secretary, or something?
I'm asking you to marry me you little fool.
Come in.
Is that my food? I'm famished. I didn't have any breakfast.
My suggestion didn't seem to go at all well, sorry.
You don't understand, it's that I...
I'm not the sort of person men marry.
What do you mean?
I don't belong in your sort of world, for one thing.
-What is my sort of world? -Manderley, you know what I mean.
I'm the best judge of whether you belong there or not...
of course, if you don't love me that's a different thing...
-just a fine blow to my conceit. -I do love you, most dreadfully.
I've been crying all morning because I thought I'd never see you again.
Bless you for that...
I'll remind you of this one day. You won't believe me.
It's a pity you have to grow up.
Now that's settled, you may pour me out some coffee.
2 lumps of sugar and some milk, same with my tea, don't forget.
Who's going to break the news to Mrs. Van Hopper, you or I?
You tell her, she'll be so angry.
-What's her room number? -She's not there, she's in the car.
Hello, give me the desk, please.
Hello, you'll find Mrs. Van Hopper waiting outside in a car.
Would you ask her if she'll kindly come and see me in my room?
Yes, in my room.
Mr. de Winter says please for you to come up to his room.
Mr. de Winter? Why, certainly.
This isn't at all your idea of a proposal, is it?
It should be in a conservatory, you in white, holding a red rose...
and a violin playing in the distance...
and I should be making violent love to you, behind a palm tree.
-Poor darling, nevermind. -I don't mind.
Don't worry, you won't have to say a word.
I'm so glad you called me...
I was making a hasty departure, it was rude of me not to let you know...
but a cable came announcing that my daughter is engaged.
That's rather a coincidence...
I asked you here to tell you of my engagement.
You don't mean it? How perfectly wonderful.
How romantic. Who is the lucky lady?
I apologise for depriving you of your companion in this abrupt way...
I do hope it won't inconvenience you too greatly.
When did all this happen?
Just now, Mrs. Van Hopper, just a few minutes ago.
I simply can't believe it.
I suppose I ought to scold you for not breathing a word of this to me.
What am I thinking? I give you both my congratulations.
I'm happy for you both, when and where is the wedding to be?
-Here. As soon as possible. -A whirlwind romance, splendid...
I can easily postpone my sailing for a week, this child has no mother...
so I'll take responsibility for all the arrangements...
trousseau and reception. And I'll give the bride away. Our luggage...
-Go and get everything out of the car. -Just a minute.
We're most grateful...
but we prefer to have it as quiet as possible...
and I couldn't possibly allow you to change your sailing plans.
-Oh, but... -No.
I'll go down and see that your luggage is brought back.
Thankyou Maxim.
So this is what's been happening during my illness...
tennis lessons, my foot.
I have to hand it to you for a fast worker, how did you manage it?
Still waters certainly run deep.
Tell me, have you been doing anything you shouldn't?
I don't know what you mean.
Nevermind, I always said that Englishmen have strange taste...
You'll have your work cut out as mistress of Manderley...
to be perfectly frank, I can't see you doing it, you've no experience...
you have no idea what it means to be a great lady.
You know why he's marrying you?
You don't think he's in love with you?
Fact is, that empty house got on his nerves, he nearly went off his head.
He just couldn't go on living alone.
You better leave, Mrs. Van Hopper, you'll miss your train.
Mrs. de Winter. Goodbye, my dear and good luck.
-What's he say? -I forgot the proof we're married.
Good heavens.
Somebody else had the same idea.
-lsn't she sweet? -Yes.
You'd have liked a bridal veil wouldn't you?
Or at least...
Maxim, how lovely.
How perfectly lovely...
Perfectly lovely.
-Welcome home, Mr. de Winter. -Thankyou Smith.
-Cold, darling? -Yes, just a little bit.
There's no need to be frightened...
Just be yourself and they'll all adore you.
You don't need to worry about the house, leave it to the housekeeper.
Hello, it's starting to rain, better hurry up.
-Here, put this over your head. -Thankyou.
That's it, that's Manderley.
-Here we are. Everybody well? -Yes, thankyou. Glad to see you home.
-This is Mrs. de Winter, Fritz. -How do you do?
-Why's the whole staff in attendance? -Mrs. Denvers' orders, sir.
Sorry about this, won't take long.
This is Mrs. Denvers.
How do you do?
How do you do? I have everything in readiness for you.
That's very good of you, I didn't expect anything.
-I think we'd like some tea. -ln the library, sir.
Come along, darling.
Maxim, come in.
-Good evening, Mrs. Denvers. -Good evening, madam.
-I hope Alice was satisfactory. -Yes, thankyou, perfectly.
She's the parlour maid, she'll look after you until your maid arrives.
But I haven't a maid, I'm sure Alice will do very nicely.
That would not do for very long...
it's usual for ladies in your position to have a personal maid.
I hope you approve of the new decoration.
I didn't know it had been changed. I hope it wasn't too much trouble.
I only followed Mr. de Winter's instructions.
What did it look like before?
It had a different paper. It was only used for occasional visitors.
Then it wasn't Mr. de Winter's room originally?
No, he's never used the east wing before.
There's no view of the sea from here...
the only good view of the sea is from the west wing.
The room's very charming and I'm sure I'll be comfortable.
If there's anything you want, you have only to tell me.
I suppose you've been at Manderley for many years, longer than anyone?
No, Fritz was here when the old man lived, when Mr. de Winter was a boy.
I see, and you didn't come until after that?
I came here when the first Mrs. de Winter was a bride.
Mrs. Denvers, I do hope we can be friends...
you must be patient, this life is new to me...
and I want to make a success of it, and make Mr. de Winter happy.
I know I can leave the household arrangements to you.
Very well, I hope to do everything to your satisfaction.
I've managed the house for a year, Mr. de Winter has never complained.
I think I'll go downstairs now.
The room in the west wing I mentioned is through that door...
It's not used now, the most beautiful room in the house.
The only one that looks down across the lawns to the sea...
It was Mrs. de Winter's room.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
-You're Mrs. de Winter, aren't you? -Yes.
My name's Crawley. I manage the estate for Maxim...
awfully glad to meet you.
-A lot piled up while Maxim was away. -Yes, I'm sure there must've been...
I do wish I could help with some of it.
No, Frank never allows anyone to help him...
He's like a mother hen, with his bills and taxes.
-Come on, we must go. -I'll get my papers.
Breakfast is over there. You must eat it all or cook will be offended.
I'll do my best, Maxim.
I have to check the place to make sure Frank hasn't lost any of it.
You'll be all right, won't you?
Getting acquainted with your new home.
Have a look at the Times, there's a thrilling article on cricket.
Oh, yes...
My sister Beatrice and her husband Giles are coming over for lunch.
-Today? -Yes.
The old girl can't wait to look you over.
She's very direct. If she doesn't like you, she'll tell you to your face.
Don't worry, I'll be back in time to protect you.
-Goodbye, darling. -Goodbye, Maxim.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
-Morning, madam. -Good morning, Fritz.
-ls there anything I can get for you? -No thankyou, I'm not very hungry.
-The paper, madam. -Thankyou.
I slipped. Thankyou, Fritz.
-lt's big isn't it? -Yes...
It's a big place, this was the banquet hall in the old days...
it's still used on great occasions such as a dinner or a ball...
and the public is admitted here once a week.
That's nice.
I beg your pardon, the fire is not lit in the library until afternoon...
but you'll find one in the morning room.
-lf you wish this fire lit now... -No, Fritz, I wouldn't dream of it.
Mrs. de Winter, I mean, the late Mrs. de Winter...
always did her correspondence in the morning room after breakfast.
Thankyou.
Is anything wrong, madam?
-No, which is the morning room? -That door there, on the left.
Thankyou.
Mrs. de Winter?
You've made a mistake, she's been dead for over a year.
I mean...
That was the house telephone...
probably the head gardener, wishing instructions.
Did you want to see me?
Mr. de Winter told me that his sister and Mr. Lacey are expected for lunch.
I'd like to know if you approve of the menu.
I'm sure it's very suitable, very nice indeed.
You notice I've left a blank space for the sauce...
Mrs. de Winter was most particular about sauces.
Let's have whatever you think she would have ordered.
Thankyou, madam.
When you've finished your letters, Robert will take them to the post.
My letters? Yes, of course, thankyou.
-How are you Fritz? -Morning, Mrs. Lacey.
-Where's Mr. de Winter? -I believe he went to the farm.
How tiresome of him not to be here, and how typical.
She certainly learnt that trick of arranging flowers from Rebecca.
I wonder how she likes being ordered about by an ex-chorus girl.
Where did you get the idea she's an ex-chorus girl?
-Picked her up in France, didn't he? -What if he did?
Well, I mean, there you are.
-How do you do? I'm Maxim's wife. -How do you do?
Well, you're quite different from what I expected.
Don't be silly, she's exactly what I told you. How do you like Manderley?
-lt's very beautiful. -How do you get on with Mrs. Denvers?
Well, I've never met anyone quite like her before.
She scares you? She's not exactly an oil painting.
Giles, you're in the way, go somewhere else.
-I'll try and find Maxim. -Giles.
I didn't mean to say anything against Mrs. Denvers...
There's no need to be frightened of her...
but I wouldn't have anything more to do with her than you can help.
-Shall we sit down? -Yes, please.
She's bound to be insanely jealous at first...
-she must resent you bitterly. -Why should she?
Don't you know? I thought Maxim would've told you.
She simply adored Rebecca.
-How are you, Robert? -Quite well, thankyou.
-Still got trouble with your teeth? -Yes, unfortunately.
You should have them all out. Wretched nuisances, teeth.
-Thankyou. -What a plateful.
-Do you hunt? -No, I don't even ride.
You have to ride down here, we all do.
Do you ride side saddle, or astride?
Of course, I forgot, you don't. You must, nothing else to do.
Maxim, when are you going to have parties, like the old days?
I haven't thought about it.
-Everyone's dying to see you and... -Yes, I bet they are.
Why don't you have the masquerade ball again this summer?
-My dear, are you fond of dancing? -I love it, but I'm not very good.
-Do you rumba? -I've never tried.
You must teach me. I'm trying to find exactly what your wife does do.
-She sketches a little. -Sketches?
Not modern stuff, I hope, portrait of a lampshade upside down...
to represent a soul in torment. Don't sail do you?
-No, I don't. -Thank goodness for that.
You're very in love with Maxim, aren't you?
I can see you are.
Don't mind my saying, but why don't you change your hair?
Why not have it cut, or back behind your ears?
No, that's worse. What does Maxim say about it?
-Does he like it like that? -He never mentions it.
Don't go by me, I can see by how you dress, you don't care how you look...
but I wonder Maxim hasn't told you, he's so particular about clothes.
-I don't think he notices what I wear. -He must've changed a lot, then.
You mustn't worry about Maxim's moods...
one never knows what goes on in that quiet mind of his.
Often, he gets into a terrible rage, and when he does...
But he won't lose his temper with you, you seem so placid.
-Come on, we're on the first tee at 3. -I'm coming.
-Goodbye, Maxim old boy. -Goodbye, thanks for coming.
Goodbye. Forgive me for asking you so many rude questions.
-We both hope you'll be very happy. -Thankyou, Beatrice, very much.
I must congratulate you on the way Maxim looks...
we were very worried about him this time last year...
but then you know the whole story.
-Goodbye, Beatrice. -Bye, old boy.
Thank heavens they've gone, now we can have a walk.
-Looks like we might have a shower. -I'll go and get a coat.
There are some mackintoshes in the flower room.
Robert, get a coat for Mrs. de Winter, will you?
-What did you think of Beatrice? -I liked her very much...
but she kept saying I wasn't what she expected.
-What did she expect? -Someone smart and more sophisticated.
Do you like my hair?
Your hair? Of course. What's the matter with it?
-I just wondered. -How funny you are.
Thankyou.
-Do I have to put it on? -Yes, certainly, certainly...
can't be too careful with children. Come on Jasper, get some fat off.
Jasper, not that way, come here.
Where does that lead to?
-A cove where we used to keep a boat. -Let's go down there.
It's a perfectly dull stretch of sand just like any other.
Please.
All right, we'll go and take a look, if you want to.
That's Jasper, there must be something wrong...
-perhaps he's hurt. -He's all right, leave him.
-I should go and see. -Don't bother...
He can't come to harm. He'll find his own way back.
Jasper, Jasper.
Oh, there you are.
What do you want in there? Come on. Let's go home.
Jasper...
I didn't know there was anybody...
I know that dog, he comes from the house.
-He ain't yours. -No, he's Mr. de Winter's dog.
Have you anything I could tie him with?
Come on, Jasper.
You won't tell anyone you saw me in there, will you?
-Don't you belong on the estate? -I weren't doing nothing...
I was just putting my shells away. She's gone in the sea, ain't she?
She'll never come back no more.
No, she'll never come back.
Come on, Jasper.
Maxim, what's the matter?
Maxim.
I'm sorry I was so long, I had to find a rope for Jasper.
-Hurry up Jasper, for heaven's sake. -Please wait for me.
What is it? You look so angry.
You know I didn't want you to go, but you deliberately went.
Why not? There was only a cottage and a strange man...
You didn't go in?
-Yes, the door... -Don't go there again!
-Why not? -I hate the place...
if you'd my memories you wouldn't go there or even think about it.
What's the matter? I'm sorry. Please...
We should've stayed away. We should never have come back to Manderley.
What a fool I was.
I've made you unhappy. Somehow I've hurt you.
I can't bear to see you like this, because I love you so much.
Do you?
I've made you cry, forgive me.
I sometimes fly off the handle for no reason at all...
don't I?
Come, we'll go home and have tea and forget all about it.
-Yes, let's forget about it. -Let me have Jasper.
-Hello, come in. -Please don't get up...
I was wondering if you meant what you said about showing me how things run.
-Of course I did. -What are you doing now?
Notifying the tenants to celebrate Maxim's return with his bride...
this week's rent will be free.
-ls that Maxim's idea? -Yes...
all the servants get an extra week's wages too.
He didn't tell me.
Can't I help? I could at least lick stamps.
That's terribly nice of you. Won't you sit down?
Yes, thankyou.
I was at the cottage on the beach the other day...
There was a man, a queer person, Jasper kept barking at him.
Must've been Ben. Excuse me. He's quite harmless...
we give him odd jobs now and then.
That cottage seemed to be going to rack and ruin...
Why isn't something done about it?
I think if Maxim wanted anything done, he'd tell me.
Are those Rebecca's things down there?
Yes, yes, they are.
-What did she use the cottage for? -The boat was moored near there.
What boat? What happened to it?
Was it the boat she was sailing when she drowned?
Yes, it capsized and sank, she was washed overboard.
Wasn't she afraid to go out alone?
She wasn't afraid of anything.
Where did they find her?
Near Edgecombe, about 40 miles up channel, 2 months afterwards.
Maxim went to identify her. It was horrible for him.
Yes, it must have been...
Mr. Crawley, please don't think me morbidly curious...
it's just that I feel at such a disadvantage...
All the time, when I meet anyone, Maxim's sister, or the servants...
I know they're all thinking the same, they're all comparing me with her...
-with Rebecca. -Oh, you mustn't think that...
I can't tell you how glad I am you married Maxim...
It'll make all the difference to his life...
From my point of view it's refreshing to find someone like you...
who's not entirely in tune, with Manderley.
That's very sweet of you. I dare say I've been stupid, but...
everyday I realise the things she had and that I lack...
beauty and wit and intelligence and all the important things in a woman.
You have qualities that are just as important, more important...
kindliness and sincerity, and if you forgive me, modesty...
mean more to a husband than all the wit and beauty in the world.
None of us want to live in the past. Maxim least of all.
It's up to you to lead us away from it.
I promise I won't bring it up again, but before we end the conversation...
would you answer one more question?
If I'm able to answer, I'll do my best.
Tell me, what was Rebecca really like?
I suppose...
I suppose she was the most beautiful creature I ever saw...
-Good evening, Maxim. -Hello...
the honeymoon films have arrived. Have we time before dinner?
What on earth have you done to yourself?
Nothing, I just ordered a new dress from London, I hope you don't mind.
No, but do you think that sort of thing is right for you?
-Doesn't seem your type. -I thought you'd like it.
What have you done to your hair?
I see, oh dear, I'm sorry...
You look lovely. It's very nice, the change.
-Shall we see these pictures? -Yes, I'd love to see them.
-Look now, look at that. -Wasn't it wonderful?
-Can't we go back some day? -Yes, of course.
Look at you...
Won't our grandchildren be delighted, when they see how lovely you were?
Look at you.
I like that.
Look at that.
-Very nice. -Remember that?
I wish our honeymoon could've lasted forever, Maxim.
Dash it, look.
Oh, hang it.
Threaded it up wrong, or something.
-Yes, Fritz, what is it? -Excuse me, can I have a word?
-Yes, come in. -lt's about Robert, sir...
There's been a slight unpleasantness between him and Mrs. Denvers.
-Oh dear... -Robert is very upset.
This is trouble, what is it?
It appears she has accused him of stealing a valuable ornament...
Robert denies the accusation most emphatically.
-What was the thing? -China cupid, sir.
Oh dear, that's one of our treasures.
Tell her to get to the bottom of it and that I'm sure it wasn't Robert.
Very good, sir.
Why do they come to me with these things? That's your job, sweetheart.
Maxim, I wanted to tell you, but I forgot.
The fact is, I broke the china cupid.
You broke it? Why didn't you say something when Fritz was here?
I don't know, I didn't like to. I was afraid he'd think me a fool.
He'll think you more of a fool now, you'll have to explain to him.
No, Maxim, you do it. I'll go upstairs.
Don't be such an idiot. Anybody would think you were afraid of them.
It's all a mistake, Mrs. de Winter broke the cupid and forgot to say.
I'm so sorry, I never thought I'd get Robert into trouble.
Is it possible to repair the ornament?
No, I'm afraid not, it smashed into pieces.
What did you do with the pieces?
I put them at the back of a drawer in the writing desk.
It looks like she was afraid you were going to put her into prison.
Nevermind, find the pieces, see if they can be mended...
and tell Robert to dry his tears.
I shall apologise to Robert. Perhaps if such a thing happens again...
-Mrs. de Winter will tell me... -Yes, all right, thankyou.
Well, I suppose that clip will hold all right...
I'm awfully sorry, darling. It was very careless of me...
Mrs. Denvers must be furious.
Hang Mrs. Denvers. Why should you be frightened of her?
You behave like an upstairs maid, not like the mistress of the house.
Yes, I know I do...
but I feel so uncomfortable. I try my best every day, but...
It's difficult with people looking me up and down like a prize cow.
What if they do? You must remember that life at Manderley...
is the only thing that interests anybody down here.
What a slap in the eye I must've been to them.
I suppose that's why you married me...
because you knew I was dull and gauche and inexperienced...
They could never gossip about me.
Gossip? What do you mean?
I don't know, I just said it for something to say.
Don't look at me like that.
Maxim, what's the matter, what have I said?
It wasn't a very attractive thing to say.
No, it was rude and hateful.
I wonder if I did a selfish thing marrying you.
How do you mean?
I'm not much of a companion, you don't get much fun, do you?
You ought to have married a boy, of your own age.
Maxim, why do you say this? Of course we're companions.
Are we? I don't know. I'm very difficult to live with.
You're not difficult, you're easy, very easy.
Our marriage is a success, isn't it, a great success?
We're happy, aren't we, terribly happy?
If you don't think we are happy, it'd be much better if you didn't pretend.
I'll go away.
Why don't you answer me?
How can I answer you, when I don't know the answer myself?
If you say we're happy, let's leave it at that...
happiness is something I know nothing about.
Look, there's the one where I left the camera on the tripod, remember?
Pardon me, is there anything I can do for you?
I'm all right, thankyou very much.
I'll bring the sandwiches immediately.
-Hilda. -Yes madam?
The west wing, nobody ever uses it anymore, do they?
No madam, not since the death of Mrs. de Winter.
Come on, someone may see you.
Well, it's been good to see you again.
I wanted to pick up all the news.
It's really not wise for you to come.
-Jasper, come here. -Nonsense. It's like coming home.
Quiet, Mr. Jack.
Yes, we must be careful not to shock Cinderella.
If you leave through the garden door, she won't see you.
I feel like the poor relation, sneaking through back doors.
Well, toodleoo, Denny.
Goodbye, Mr. Jack, and please be careful.
Quiet.