(Girl) Why did you stop?
Let's smoke a cigarette. I can't smoke driving.
It's all right with me.
Ow! What's the matter with you? Have you gone mad?
I'm sorry. I thought it was really a wig.
You're offending me.
It's mine, you know.
Thanks.
- Don't you like it? - Mm-hm.
And how do you like this? £200.
Do I like it? Certainly I like it.
I'll give you 300 more if you will...
If I will what?
If you'll be nice to me.
I'm always nice.
And you can't imagine for £500 how nice.
- Do you live alone? - With the work I do?
What about your family?
Oh, I have a father and three sisters. They live in Ireland.
Mm-hm...
Why do you ask me these questions?
Nothing. I'm going to take a look at the tyres.
All right.
(Man) Here we are.
(Girl) Well!
Where are we?
My word!
What is it?
- Is it a castle? - Mm-hm.
It was a castle.
Now it's becoming a ruin.
(Bird squawking)
(Clatter)
Wouldn't it have been better if we'd gone to my flat?
Follow me. Some of the rooms are habitable.
Oh.
- But where are we going? - Just follow me.
But really, you'd like my place. It's nice and comfortable.
My dear! But it's marvellous!
Oh, I'm awfully thirsty. Would you fix me a drink?
I'll get you something.
Oh, how come you allow all the rest to go to ruin?
I live in London most of the time. I hardly ever come here.
I confess that I'm flabbergasted to find such a place that's so chic
and you're awfully nice.
- All my girlfriends know it too. - Really?
Mm-hm. This is a marvellous hideout for your weekends from London, isn't it?
I have too many bad memories of this place.
Ah, don't you like it? I know what's wrong with you, love.
You're awful lonely, aren't you? You've never met the right girl.
Well, you'll see, Polly will make you happy.
Oh, what's the matter, darling? Don't you like me, huh?
- Here's the other 300. It's yours... - Oh, you're simply wonderful.
- ...if you know how to earn it. - My word! I'll do whatever you want.
Pity I don't have one of my nighties with me.
Take your choice.
Oh, I see you're very well prepared for the occasion.
This. This is lovely.
Who's that girl?
- Come, darling. - No, not here.
You're not very surprised.
Whenever I'm offered a gift such as yours that's so generous
I expect the unusual.
I see.
So this is not the first time you've been asked
to face an unusual experience?
Certainly not.
It's not uncommon for a man to want to do strange things to get his kicks.
And so... you're my slave now.
Off with your clothes! Obey. Do you hear?
- Well? - Stop it.
Put that whip down and put those boots on.
You look better to me that way.
You're exciting with boots on.
But you were mistaken before.
The way I play this game it's going to be different.
You see, I'm not the victim this time.
I'm not going to be a slave to anyone.
Ever again.
Oh, no! No, please!
All right.
All right!
I'm your slave and you're my master.
All right. I'll do anything you ask.
So you'll do anything I ask, will you? Yes? Well...
Get down on that trestle, face down.
Down!
What are you going to do to me? Please don't hurt me, please.
Listen, I don't want your money.
I'll give it all back to you.
Let me go, please.
Please let me go.
What are you going to do with that?
Are you crazy? Oh, don't.
No.
(Squeals)
In other ages prostitutes would be branded with a hot iron.
It was an excellent system.
And you can scream as much as you like. Nobody will hear you.
Alan.
Please forgive me.
Evelyn, I beg you.
Please forgive me.
- Alan. - You're the only woman
who ever meant anything to me.
But I know I hurt you.
Evelyn.
It's my fault you've suffered, Evelyn.
But now it's over.
- You've suffered. - Think of the garden. Are you afraid?
No, I don't want to think of it. That's where you betrayed me.
- Why, Evelyn, why? - Afraid.
(Alan) No, I don't want to remember it. I don't want to remember.
I saw you. I saw you with my own eyes.
You were all naked, there in the garden,
running, running towards him.
- No! - Who's Evelyn?
No.
No, Evelyn, you shouldn't have done it.
You shouldn't have done it.
No! What are you up to? What are you doing?
No! You won't get away with it.
My girlfriend's taken the number of your licence plates.
I know. An old whore's trick.
That's why I had false number plates.
No, no!
(Screams)
Stop at Lord Cunningham's castle.
- But we don't have time, sir. - Do as I say.
But Doctor, I've already telephoned the clinic to say we're arriving.
You go ahead. Tell them that I had an urgent call.
Take Nurse Dalton to the clinic. Then come and fetch me.
Very good, Doctor.
- I'll be at the clinic in about an hour. - I'll tell them.
- How are you? - I'm fine.
- What about you? - I was coming to see you, Richard.
Another attack, eh?
Alan, you must listen to me.
If you go on like this, you'll end up in a bad way.
Well, there's always your clinic, isn't there?
- Have a drink. - Thanks.
If I should get into any sort of trouble, I've always you to take care of it.
But this time you'd risk finishing your days in a criminal asylum.
(Chuckles)
- You can't mean that. - But I do.
In case I get a particularly violent attack,
I've left my instructions with my solicitor.
Listen, Alan, you can be normal again if you'd only want to.
But obey my orders to the letter.
Leave this bloody castle and stay away from it.
Relax, and try to forget.
That's just the trouble. I can't forget.
- You mean Evelyn. - Evelyn.
It's senseless, Alan.
It's utterly senseless for me to try to cure you.
Why were you coming to see me?
Aunt Agatha introduced me to a medium who told me
that if a contact is established between me and Evelyn through her,
my attacks will disappear forever.
I want to give it a try.
We're having a seance at the castle here tonight.
I forbid you to do anything of the sort.
As my doctor, Richard, you have been curing me for a year.
Now I want to do what I think best.
I want to free myself from this nightmare.
And you think that mediums can cure people?
They're nothing but a bunch of quacks and fakes.
You're welcome, Richard, if you want to come tonight.
- Cousin George will also be here. - All right.
- What is it, Albert? - I just wanted to tell you,
last night I heard strange noises coming from the castle.
- What do you want now? - About £30 I need.
You're a bit of a nuisance, Albert.
You bother me more and more, Albert.
Miranda, is there anything else you need?
Oh, yes, please. The most important thing. Have you forgotten?
The ashes, dear. They're indispensable.
Oh, yes. I'll bring them right away.
(Alan) I'd like to believe these things.
We knew a gypsy who prophesied a misfortune
and sure enough the day afterwards
the best stallion we had, Brommel, broke his leg.
Oh, that's rubbish. Those sort of things are only coincidences.
Can't you talk of something else in front of Miranda?
(Knock at door)
Ah, that must be George. He promised he'd come.
Well, come in!
- I knew you'd come. - Ah, Auntie.
Your invitation is an order.
- Farley! - Hello, George. How are you?
Splendid. And how's my favourite cousin?
- All right, thanks. - Are you fine, Alan?
What are you drinking? Dry martini?
Thanks, old boy. Later on. Can't wait for this thing to start.
- It ought to be exciting. - Right you are, George.
- Always look for the humorous side. - Yes, thanks.
Everybody laughs at the beginning.
Like George.
But I promise you, Miranda will make you laugh on the other side of your face.
Take my heart, white spirit.
Take my heart, white spirit,
and bring me Evelyn.
Evelyn, Evelyn...
Why are your hands trembling?
Worried that Evelyn will ask to see the receipts?
Be quiet!
White spirit!
(Gentle moaning)
Evelyn!
Bring me Evelyn, white spirit.
(Moaning)
(Knocking)
She's really incredible, Miranda.
The spirit's already pounding upon the door.
Well, Albert? What is it?
Evelyn was my sister. I've a right to be here too.
Nobody invited you, though.
My place is right here. You can't turn me out.
Let him come in, Alan. We can't have interruptions during a seance.
(Moaning)
(Miranda) You are here,
white spirit.
You and Alan together.
- You are here, white spirit. - (Evelyn) 'Alan.'
You are here.
Alan, come. I want you.
I want you to come now.
Alan.
Come.
(George) What's the matter? (Farley) He fainted.
(Agatha) We mustn't touch him. Turn on the lights.
Has it started already? Sorry I'm late.
Alan, what happened?
(Agatha) It's good you're here. The seance was too much for him.
- Is it serious? - He's only fainted. Open the windows.
(Farley) Oh, yes. Right you are.
I had nothing to do with it. It was Agatha's idea.
Evelyn appeared.
If Alan hadn't fainted, he could have spoken to her.
(Farley) Beautiful animal.
They're a magnificent lot.
They look like a good investment, Lord Cunningham.
(Alan) Yes.
But that wasn't the reason I bought them.
I adore animals. They fascinate me.
Especially in their natural setting, when they're ferocious.
- Alan! How are you, Alan? - Just marvellous.
- Farley. - George. How are you?
- Do you like them, George? - Oh, yes, perfect specimens.
Alan, listen.
I'd like to...
...talk in private.
- But of course. What is it? - You came out of it, then?
It was nothing. What did you want to say?
You shouldn't have taken that seance seriously, Alan.
Would you say they were all the doings of Aunt Agatha?
No, she wouldn't use theatrical tricks, if that's what you mean.
It was the medium's power of suggestion and you were susceptible.
You know what? Tomorrow I'll leave the castle
and go to London and establish myself over there.
- Even if Richard forbids it. - Splendid idea. Remember my motto.
A different girl at least once every month.
Oh, don't get yourself involved. Know what I mean?
Don't worry. I'm not marrying again if that's what you're supposing.
And I wouldn't worry about your inheritance.
You'll get your part when I die. The Cunningham estate's in your title.
You'll bury us all. You're a young man. How can you talk like that?
(Alan) That's the reason I've decided to make a change.
I want to make the most of it while I can.
I think London's the right place for that. I feel a bit rusty, though.
How come?
Well, you know, I've stayed away for so long
that I'm really afraid it will take a little time to feel like a human again.
In that case, how about me, then? Perhaps I can help you, huh?
Yes, but of course you can.
There's no doubt about it.
Now, then, George, I believe you have the numbers and addresses
of the loveliest women in London.
Why, certainly, and you can be sure of that too.
Remember the redhead I introduced to you in London?
Yes, she was nice. If only there were another like her.
I tell you, she was perfectly beautiful.
Listen, I've got one that's even better.
Wait till you see this one, Alan.
At the Crazy Cat Club.
I know your weakness for redheads.
You're priceless, George.
You're a fabulous, wonderful cousin and you know it!
(♪ Psychedelic rock)
(Applause)
Lights, lights! Put on the lights!
- You're an angel, Susie! - 30 quid, Susie.
- 40! - 60!
(Laughter)
You're priceless, Susie. Everything I have is yours.
Oh, forget it. She's gone.
Ahh.
And what might your offering be for a little drink?
Or don't you want me to drink with you?
Want me to leave?
Forgive me.
- What will you have to drink? - Ah, now, that's better.
Champagne, thanks.
- Bring some champagne. - Very good, sir.
- The very best. - Yes, miss.
Ow!
Sorry. I thought it was a wig.
No, darling. It's all mine.
Well?
How much are you offering, then?
£1 ,000 enough?
Do you mean it? £1 ,000?
And what do I have to do to earn that much money, my Lord?
Spend the weekend with me.
Uh-huh.
Cheers.
(♪ Psychedelic rock)
Come here to me.
Remember, you must do whatever I ask.
Whatever I ask. Understand?
But of course, my Lord. I'll do whatever you want.
Here...
Put these on.
Go on!
Ow!
No!
What's the matter with you?
That's enough!
You're hurting me!
You're stark raving mad!
Please don't!
- Please don't. Please don't! - Get down!
Get down on the trestle.
- No! - Get down, I said.
(Groans)
No, no, no!
No!
No, no!
No!
(Gasps)
No, please!
I don't want to die. Please let me out of here.
No!
No, please!
(Evelyn) 'Alan.'
Alan.
- 'The garden.' - (Alan) The garden.
(Evelyn) 'Garden.'
I don't know how.
No!
- (Alan groans) - No!
- 'Alan.' - Evelyn.
(Squealing)
(Whimpering)
Something strange must have happened here last night.
Really?
What?
I haven't the slightest idea, but the foxes were really restless.
Don't you find it strange?
This morning they were so nervous they refused to eat the food I gave them.
Here you are, £1,000.
London is not the place for a man in your condition.
You need peace for your nerves. You should stay here.
If you continue carrying on this way, I'm afraid I can't help you anymore.
All right, Richard. I'll try to do as you say.
And, Alan,
you should get married again.
- It's the best thing you can do. - All right, I will.
Is that a promise?
If I find the right girl, I'll marry her.
Good.
(Knocking)
Sir Alan?
- Yes, Farley. - You asked to see me.
Come in. I have to speak to you. Sit down.
Thank you.
- Now, then... - Yes?
I've decided to have the castle restored.
Oh, marvellous, but it will take some time.
The south wing is completely in ruins.
I'll give you a month, but you have my authority
to spend as much as you need.
I'll do the best I can, sir.
You're to treat this as an urgent matter,
so I must ask you to get to work immediately.
What about the chapel in the park? Do you want it fixed up?
It's in ruins too.
Yes, well...
You're to leave it just that way.
In fact...
better have it walled up,
while I make up my mind what to do with it.
We've got to be absolutely certain no one can enter.
- That's all, Farley. - Oh, very well.
Goodbye, Sir Alan.
- Hello, darling. - Hello.
I've been in London a whole month now and Aunt Agatha has introduced me
to all the most respectable spinsters in town.
Oh, come! Don't tell me you haven't yet found the bird to suit your tastes?
Aunt Agatha hasn't the slightest idea what my tastes in women really are.
In my opinion, if you want to have a good time,
the last thing to do is to get married.
No, Richard is right. I should get married.
Even though it means goodbye to your title.
Oh, Alan! Come off it, now!
A propos, Alan, did you ever meet that redhead I sent you to?
- Redhead? - At the Crazy Cat Club.
- I haven't been there lately. - That Susie.
Ah, yes. No, I never got to meet her.
Ah, fantastic girl. She's gone. You don't know what you've missed.
Too bad.
How about a drink, old boy? Aren't you thirsty?
No, not really, but I'll have a drink just the same.
Good boy!
(Alan) Don't you find this place rather dull?
Oh, I don't know. It's pleasant. Aren't you enjoying yourself, Alan?
Not at all. It would have been far more entertaining at the club.
Outside appearances, Alan. You can't imagine what's going on here.
(Girl) George!
Alan, will you excuse me for a while?
- They're calling me. - Go right ahead. I'll see you after.
Right.
♪ My heart is truly true
♪ Yeah, you'll never know how much I love
♪ You'll never know how much I miss
♪ You live in me in my love
♪ Yet in your heart... ♪
I've been looking for you everywhere.
Really?
I saw you passing by
and I felt an urge to follow you, you see, and so I did.
Do you mind?
And why were you following me?
I don't know. Maybe because there's something different about you.
Really? About me? How nice.
I was looking around
and everything seemed rather strange.
The women here seem to be a bit on the serious side,
or else not serious enough.
Do you have something to smoke?
Only an innocent Peer, I'm afraid.
That's all I was asking for. What did you think?
What's your name?
I know who you are.
You're Lord Cunningham
and you're worth £3 million.
- Right? - Right.
And you?
I'm just Gladys.
They don't write me up in the gossip columns.
Hello, Alan. My compliments. Not bad at all.
See you tomorrow.
How about the two of us taking off?
Not a particularly original idea,
but under the circumstances
I can't think of a better one.
There's something I'd like to ask you.
Go ahead.
What would you say if I asked you to marry me?
Oh.
Well, I'd say that you were out of your mind.
Why on earth would you do that?
Well, it's difficult to explain.
Maybe because I want to go to bed with you.
Oh.
Can you imagine me marrying all the men
who want to go to bed with me?
But if you'd like to come in and have a nightcap,
you're very welcome.
Gladys...
Gladys, will you marry me?
Marry?
I thought you said that only because you wanted to...
What?
You wanted only to go to bed with me.
No, I meant it.
How about some coffee, hm?
Just what we need, coffee.
I'll be right back.
(Phone rings)
(Groans)
Whoever you are, why don't you get lost?
Thank you and good night.
- You're smashing. - Thank you.
- Do you know that? - I do.
I think even Aunt Agatha would approve.
And who, may I ask, is Aunt Agatha?
A woman who is convinced that the most important...
She's convinced that the most important thing in a girl
is that she should be a virgin
and know how to serve tea at five in the afternoon.
(Groans)
'You told me to get lost a while ago.
'I only wanted to tell you I'm getting married.'
Sorry. What's that?
'I'm getting married. That is...'
- We've decided to get married. - 'Are you sure?'
- I'm sure. - 'Who's the girl? Do I know her?'
Yes, I met her last evening.
'The one you saw me with at the party. It was love at first sight.'
Do be serious. Listen to me, Alan.
'You can't marry a girl you only met a few hours ago.'
But I'm sure that she's just the girl for me.
She makes me feel human again.
- And it's all thanks to you. - 'To me?'
You took me to the party. You're the first to know.
It's very sweet of you, Alan. Destiny has followed its course.
So it's goodbye to my estates and title?
'Sorry, old man. That's how the cookie crumbles.'
I don't mind. I wish the very best to you, Alan.
And to your new wife. Good luck.
What was all that about, love?
- An inheritance. - Oh? Well, then we must celebrate.
Oh, don't be silly, darling. It isn't my inheritance.
Oh, I love you just the same.
(Gladys) Oh, but it's marvellous, Alan.
Only an exceptional woman can deserve a home like this.
Then it was meant for you.
Oh, Alan, you're a darling.
Aunt Agatha.
It's the first time...
...that Alan behaves like a sensible person.
I'm glad to hear you say that.
This is Dr Timberlane,
our family doctor and my personal friend.
I'm very glad, especially for Alan.
I don't think he's quite forgiven himself for it.
Farley, our bailiff.
Invaluable fellow.
I hope, madam, that with your arrival the castle returns to its ancient glory.
This is Cousin George, the black sheep of the family.
He's rather wild and impossible to tame.
He's everything they say about him, but he's forgivable.
So delighted to see him nailed at last.
It's good to see you're sporting about it.
I wish you eternal felicity.
I'm sure everything is going to be wonderful.
Be careful, though. He's an old tiger.
I'm simply mad about tigers.
Alan? Gladys?
Come along.
I want you to meet the maids I've personally chosen for you both.
But it's incredible! They all look alike.
True. How are we going to distinguish one from the other?
(Both laugh)
- Something wrong, Albert? - It was a mistake.
You shouldn't have married again.
Your sister's been dead a long time now.
You shouldn't have done it, Alan.
There's nothing I wouldn't have done for her when she was alive.
But now she's dead.
- She's dead. - You knew she couldn't give birth.
But you insisted. That's why she died.
It wasn't my fault.
You know that very well.
Don't think because she's dead it's ended.
I warn you.
If you're thinking about your monthly check, Albert, don't worry.
I've given orders to Farley to see that you go on receiving it.
You think with your money you can buy anything you want.
Is that how it is?
Everything, no, but your conscience, yes.
I wanted to ask you, please, love,
can't you find another place for that portrait?
Oh.
My milk.
My glass of milk.
Well, I'd swear I saw it.
The maid must have forgotten it.
I'll go down to the kitchen myself.
- I won't be long. - Oh, thanks, darling.
(Bang)
(Clatter)
Here's your milk, sir, fresh from the farm.
Thank you.
I told you I wouldn't be long.
You're an angel.
(Alan) Forgive me if at times I may seem nervous.
- I have a terrible character. - I forgive you, darling.
Maybe I should have told you.
- What? - I was fast bringing the milk...
...because there was a maid in the kitchen.
Really? At this time?
You needed someone to look after you, darling.
Isn't that right?
Yes, darling.
Alan, nothing will upset you from now on.
You'll see.
- Gladys. - Yes, dear?
Did you say there was a maid in the kitchen?
Yes. The strange thing about it...
I don't think I've ever seen her before this.
Our maids all look alike. They're all blondes.
Why, was this one different?
She had red hair.
- What is it? - It's impossible.
She must be one of our maids.
She was wearing a uniform. Maybe she's new.
Aunt Agatha wouldn't have played such a trick.
Why, don't you believe me?
She knows only too well,
I won't have a girl with red hair in this house.
(Agatha) It's absolutely impossible. You can be certain, Alan.
How can you imagine anything like that
happening here at the castle?
I'm afraid Gladys must have been mistaken.
This household has always functioned perfectly.
And you know that very well, Alan.
Did any of you girls go into the kitchen last night
and help Lady Cunningham prepare some hot milk?
No, ma'am.
- Mary? - Yes, ma'am?
Why did you forget the milk?
I didn't forget it, ma'am. I took it to his room at nine o'clock.
As you can see, everything in this house functions perfectly.
All right, Aunt Agatha.
I hope you're convinced.
But I swear I saw her.
I wasn't dreaming.
Agatha, my darling.
Albert.
Oh.
(Evelyn) 'Alan, I'm here.'
(Alan gasps)
(Banging)
Where are you?
Alan, I'm waiting for you in the garden.
In the garden?
Alan, here I am. Come.
Evelyn, wait for me. Where are you?
'Alan.'
Alan.
Come with me, please.
Evelyn.
Evelyn, where are you?
'Alan.'
Come with me.
'Alan.'
No!
Please, Evelyn, no!
Don't betray me.
Please, no!
So many incredible things have happened, Lady Cunningham.
- You can't imagine. - I know.
Evelyn died in childbirth and he considers it his fault.
It upset him terribly.
But that's not enough to explain certain things.
That's not exactly what happened.
You see, it wasn't Alan who wanted the child.
It was Evelyn. I warned her it would be dangerous.
Then how do you explain all this?
Alan was about to ask for a divorce.
Evelyn preferred to take the risk,
rather than lose him.
But why did he want a divorce?
He was convinced that she had a lover.
He claimed he saw them together in the garden.
So, you see, he was already showing signs
of being unbalanced before she died.
Yes, but this doesn't explain all that has been happening in the castle.
There must be some kind of a logical explanation.
- Or do you think... - No.
I don't believe in ghosts, if that's what you're asking me.
I phoned you because I have a direct question to put to you.
Are you sure that Evelyn is really dead?
I personally signed the death certificate.
And I was present when they buried her in the village cemetery.
What do you want from me?
Her house you've violated, and you sleep in her bed too.
Now you've come to violate her tomb. Don't go in there.
Better not go in.
You don't belong here. Take my advice.
Before it may be too late, my Lady.
Oh, Lady Cunningham. Good evening, ma'am.
- May I see the family tomb, please? - At this time of night?
- Why? Is there any objection? - Oh, no, not at all.
I beg your pardon, ma'am.
Please, just follow me and be careful, my Lady.
It's very dark.
- I want you to open this tomb. - But it isn't possible.
You should have written permission of the county court
and also from your husband.
- Here's the permission. - Ah, as you wish, my Lady.
(Gravedigger) Good God, it's empty!
Someone must have opened it to steal the jewels.
Yes, that could be what they were after. But where's the body?
- Amazing. - All right, close it now.
(Gasps)
(Wheezing)
Excuse me, Lady Cunningham, I wanted to ask you,
please don't tell anyone I opened the coffin.
Much obliged, ma'am.
(Coughing)
I hired the maids and I'll answer for them.
But what makes you think that Gladys imagined a maid with red hair?
It's absurd, dear.
Unless Alan has found a little divertissement on the side.
You know what I mean, Alan.
A nice little redhead disguised as a maid.
(Agatha) Now it's you who's being absurd, George, don't you think?
Oh. Now, you know I didn't mean that.
Perhaps it was Evelyn's spirit.
But why should she appear in the kitchen of all places?
She never liked to go there.
Now, let's be practical.
My idea is clear and simple.
The redheaded girl Gladys saw surely must have been a thief
who went into the kitchen to put on a maid's uniform
so she could pass unnoticed.
And when she saw Gladys, she began to play the role of the maid.
That's how it was, I assure you.
A thief, you say?
Don't you think so?
Dear Aunt Agatha, have you checked if anything's missing, like silverware?
- Um... - Yes, ma'am?
Good heavens.
Oh, all the San Marco silverware!
The whole lot! They've stolen the whole lot.
So, my ideas are not so absurd, I gather.
That service has been in the family for two and a half centuries.
- We must call the police immediately. - You'll do nothing of the kind, you hear?
But that woman has stolen all our silverware.
I tell you, I forbid you to call the police.
That settles it.
But listen, Alan, if we manage to find this girl,
perhaps Gladys may be able to identify her.
It's private investigators that we need.
So I'll call them up, as soon as I go to London.
(Screams)
Come out of there.
Come out of there, I said.
Alan.
No! No, Alan!
- How dare you? - No!
No, Alan, don't!
No! Oh!
No, please!
Alan, wait! Wait!
What's wrong with you? How can you do such a thing to Gladys?
Don't you know what happened tonight? Albert's dead. They found his body.
(Gladys) Albert's dead?
You're not at all surprised, are you?
- What were you fighting about? - The chapel was open.
You shouldn't have gone in there. Why did you go in?
- Alan, it was open. - Why did you open it?
Honest. Oh, please, Alan. I didn't open it. Believe me.
(George) I believe her. It's difficult for a woman.
She couldn't possibly, Alan.
Not even a man can do it.
Can't you see how absurd your accusation is?
- Evelyn's crypt. - Alan! Alan!
The crypt, it was...
It was opened.
Who opened it?
How do you suppose it could've happened, sir?
(George) It surely must have been an accident?
Aunt Agatha used to like caring for these animals.
With poor Albert gone she must have wanted to look after the foxes herself.
I can't understand how she was inside the cage
while her wheelchair was outside.
- Well, someone must have helped her. - I should think so, sir.
It's all so incredible.
Perhaps she found the strength to do it all by herself.
- That is a theory worth considering. - She'd been totally paralysed for years.
- Isn't that right, sir? - She was in that condition seven years.
But I really doubt she could have made it out of the wheelchair,
alone that is.
All right. Thank you, sir.
- Lord Cunningham. - Yes?
We'll be calling shortly for an official report.
Well, bye, sir.
(Rumble of thunder)
There's a storm coming up.
Mind if I stay here, Alan? I don't like driving in the rain.
You can stay as long as you like, gladly.
Why, certainly you can.
You stay too, Richard.
Yes, Alan, thanks. I think I will.
(Evelyn) 'Alan.
'The garden.'
(Shrieks)
No!
Alan.
Alan!
Gladys. Oh, sorry.
You shouldn't have done it.
You were strangling me.
You shouldn't have done it.
You know what effect that portrait has on me.
I lose my reasoning.
And this.
Where did this come from?
It's just an old wig of mine.
I had a whole collection.
You brought them all with you?
No.
I found this one.
In one of my suitcases. I gave the others away.
That woman's portrait obsessed me.
What with that and all the things you said,
the way you behaved,
when I found the wig,
the temptation was more than I could resist,
so I put it on.
Destroy it! Destroy it immediately!
All right.
All right, I will.
But you must get rid of that portrait now.
Will you do that?
Yes, all right.
I'll have it taken away tomorrow.
You must let me destroy it.
It's the only solution, my darling.
Well?
- If you want to, destroy it. - Yes!
Certainly. Certainly, Inspector.
Enemies? No, I wouldn't say that.
Albert was a silent sort. He lived a rather retired life.
His only passion was hunting.
I very seldom saw him, in fact.
He lived in a house near the castle, in the park.
Not at all, Inspector.
Goodbye.
(Scream)
(Thunderclap)
(Screams)
Alan, Alan!
Look up at the window. It's Evelyn!
- Don't be afraid, my darling. - It's a ghost!
Oh, no, Alan, don't leave me!
- Alan! - Let me go.
No, Alan.
(Thunderclaps)
There. Are you all right?
- Oh, Alan. - Wait.
I'll get something to calm you.
- Don't leave. - I'll be right back.
(Whimpering)
Drink this. It will make you sleep.
Don't leave me.
Please.
- Don't be long. - Drink that.
I'll be back shortly.
(Thunderclap)
Alan, I say, old man...
- There's a storm outside. - Get out of the way.
Wait, Alan. Why should you want to go out in the rain?
Let me pass.
- Alan, you mustn't go out there. - Let me pass!
(Thunderclap)
(Gasps)
(Thunderclap)
Evelyn.
No.
(Gasps)
No, no.
Evelyn, no.
Please, no.
Evelyn, please.
Alan, come.
- 'Alan.' - Evelyn.
No.
I'm waiting for you.
Oh, God!
Oh... oh!
(Thunderclap)
- Now we can move him. - How long will this attack last?
I'm afraid that this time there's not much hope.
But how could it have happened?
I've already told you before, Gladys,
Alan's mental balance was most precarious.
And this, perhaps, it's quite possible,
has damaged his brain, seriously.
We must be absolutely certain to give him all the care he needs.
Now, I'm afraid, his only hope is the clinic.
I wanted to take care of him myself.
Having thus certified the permanent incapacity
of Lord Alan Cunningham as proven
by the medical certificate signed by Dr Richard Timberlane
and by the witnesses named by the county court,
the solicitor here present will now read the instructions
left by Lord Cunningham in my care on the date of 4 May 1 970.
Please.
All will be done to ensure
that the instructions be carried out immediately.
Now, then...
"Herewith I declare that in the case of a mental or physical chronic disease
"causing me invalidity of a permanent nature
"I wish to be put in the neuropsychiatric clinic
"in the care of my dear friend Dr Richard Timberlane.
"I instruct that he be given the sum of £50,000
"to be used as he thinks best.
"And I hereby name as sole executor of my estates
"my closest male kin, George Harriman.
"Whom I trust will conserve and develop the property of the family estates
"with love and devotion,
"while my wife Gladys shall enjoy all rights and benefits
"derived from the estates.
"To my Aunt Agatha I leave all the property at Somerset Valley
"and to my brother-in-law Albert I leave the foxes
"and the hunting reserve at Saunters Point.
"To Mr Farley I leave the sum of £200
"in gratitude for the services he rendered me.
"Read, approved and signed..." etc, etc, and that is all.
Thank you, Mr Rooks.
Understandably, we'll need the approval of the county court,
and that will take about two weeks, I think.
Shouldn't have left Richard all that money.
I'm not at all happy about that.
Alan's Richard's problem now.
Yes, Alan's out of the way now, Gladys.
In three months you were able to put your pretty mittens on £3 million.
Yes.
But the rest belongs to you, dear.
How much stripping would you have had to do
to earn all that cash, huh?
Think of all the old blokes you'd have had to take to your room.
When I think that I got into the coffin that way.
I don't believe... that I'd be able to now.
And do you think it was easy for me, carrying Evelyn's body
so you could lie there in her place?
Please, George, not now.
Yes, Gladys, you're right.
We have...
We've plenty of time.
Let's go, my darling.
I've a beautiful surprise.
Yes?
Well, I don't believe I've ever been here before.
I've rented this cottage for us. It's best we're not seen together.
At least, not for a while.
It's lovely.
- Is this the surprise, George? - No, it's only part of it.
Oh.
Marvellous.
It gives me a feeling of being protected.
Oh, you were never in danger, love.
I was always nearby looking after you, you know.
- Imagine, Gladys. - What?
What it was like for those girls Alan brought to the castle.
- They must have been frightened. - I'm sure they were.
None of those girls could possibly have imagined
how far Alan would go.
At the peak of a crisis he'd lose all his senses.
But let's talk of something else.
- You know, it's really beautiful. - I'm glad you like it.
Oh, it will just be lovely here for the two of us.
Let's celebrate, darling. Champagne!
Yes, champagne. This is an exceptional occasion.
And we must celebrate it. Now, just a moment, darling.
Thank you.
- Cheers, darling. - Cheers.
Down the hatch.
A nice toast to us, my love.
Yes, to us, my love.
A toast to our love.
Pour me some more, George.
Mm-hm.
Thank you.
You know...
...your impersonations of Lady Evelyn...
...were marvellous.
Did you hear that? She's really stupid this girl, isn't she?
I was the one who was impersonating her.
It wasn't George.
I risked much more than you with Alan.
May I present you to the lady of the house?
What is the meaning...
meaning of this, George?
Why don't you tell her, Susie?
What, that it's finished for her?
Why, doesn't she realise it?
How stupid can she be?
Strange, but champagne with strychnine, I've never really cared for it.
How about you, Gladys?
(Glass drops to floor)
What have you done, you...?
Poison.
You won't...
won't ever get away with it.
You swine.
Ow!
No!
Oh, no!
(Susie groans)
George!
Help me, George.
Help me, please.
Swine... swine!
Come on, Gladys. Plunge once more before it's too late.
Come on, you'll have no more strength. Come on now, plunge!
You worm...
The worms are waiting.
I couldn't possibly have failed, my dear.
There isn't a thing I've ever wanted in my life I didn't obtain.
This is most convenient for me, my sweet.
Uh-huh.
Your murdering Susie I mean.
This is the final touch.
A really perfect crime.
I can see the headlines.
"A dark and mysterious tragedy unfolds in a cottage on the outskirts of London.
"Lady Cunningham, a former stripper, found dead alongside an ex-colleague."
- Hello, George. - Well, hello, Richard.
- Lovely cottage. - Yes, not bad. Haven't you seen it?
- Where did you purchase it? - There's a pool. I'll show you round.
No, never mind.
George, I've got you trapped. You thought you had us fooled.
It was so calculated and perfect the way you directed it all.
Fortunately I was able to take care of Alan in time.
The last attack he had was staged by me.
So you see, George, I have you trapped
and you'll be punished for what you've done.
- Did you drop this? - Alan, I thought you were in the clinic.
- Surprised? - Richard said that you were...
Surprised to see me?
That you'd faked that attack, that it was a set-up.
That's right, George.
Alan... Alan.
You thought you'd get away with it, didn't you, George?
Instead of which...
SULPHURIC ACID
Alan!
Help Dr Timberlane, then have a look in the cottage.
(Groaning)
I'm burning! I'm burning!
(Groaning)
I'm burning!
I'm burning! I'm burning!
(Groaning)