# Light waltz
All right.
Not a single well-known personality!
What's happening to this place?
Do you think the management will give me a discount?
What do they think I come here for, you know, to look at pageboys?
That one's cute.
Once upon a time...
Are you shocked?
Well, sure you are.
Well! Now, wait a minute, here is somebody. And how!
It's Max de Winter.
The man who owns Manderley.
You have heard of Manderley?
Yes, of course.
He's been ill.
They say he can't get over his wife's death.
She drowned, in a bay near Manderley.
Here, kiddo. Take that to the man over there with the waiter.
Rebecca, his wife was called. A beauty.
Well... weren't we all?
It's so good of you to join us.
I did wonder, just that little bit, would you remember me?
Immediately, Mrs Van Hopper.
Exactly where?
My cousin Billy's birthday. Claridge's.
He was so proud to have you for his friend.
And to hear him talk about Manderley!
Stars in his eyes. A fairyland!
I wonder you can bear to leave it.
Billy said, you know, that, what do you call it,
that galleried hall? He said it was a gem!
I bet Manderley's entertained royalty, huh?
Not since Ethelred. The one they called the Unready.
My family gave him that name. He was invariably late for dinner.
I like that one. I love a man with humour!
OK. Now that we've broken the ice, I hope we'll see some more of you.
Come over to the suite, have a drink.
I often have a few friends over, you know.
That's very kind. But I've only just arrived, and...
What do you think of Monte Carlo?
Or don't you think anything of it?
I suppose it's... artificial in a way. But then the setting...
She's spoilt, that's her trouble.
Most girls would give their eyes to see Monte!
Wouldn't that rather defeat the purpose?
(Bursts out laughing) You are the funny one!
Good morning.
Are you alone?
Yes.
Please, join me.
Garçon. Une chaise pour mademoiselle.
So. How are you this morning?
I'm very well, thank you.
I'm, er, sorry if I was rude last night.
You weren't.
Well, not to you, perhaps.
How is your friend this morning?
She has a touch of... influenza.
Poor Mrs Van Hopper.
To be treated with champagne cocktails, perhaps, hm?
Poached eggs, toast, English marmalade and coffee. Yes?
WAITER: Merci.
She's training me to be what's called a companion.
She pays me.
I didn't know you could buy companionship.
Not the real kind. Of course not.
I looked up the word in a dictionary.
It said a companion is a friend of the bosom.
Don't you have any family?
No. My parents are both dead.
Oh. We have something in common.
We're both on our own in the world.
I've a sister and an old grandmother but neither make for companionship.
But you do have a home, though, somewhere of your own.
I had a postcard of Manderley when I was a child.
Cost half my pocket money.
An empty house.
Sometimes as lonely as a full hotel.
So what happens when Mrs Van Hopper falls downstairs
and breaks her exquisite neck?
I suppose there'll be other Mrs Van Hoppers.
Plenty.
And at your age, such a future holds no terrors.
Nothing does.
I'm twice your age.
Go and put a hat on.
At Manderley you can hear the sea from the terrace.
The tide washing in and out.
Not like it is here.
Cold, grey, like slate.
In spring, there are daffodils, primroses, bluebells.
But I won't have them picked for the house. Sheer vandalism.
Wild flowers are best left where they are.
My sister used to complain all the scents made her feel drunk.
Only kind of drunkenness I like.
You crush a petal, a thousand scents go straight to your head.
No!
I'm sorry, that was unforgivable of me.
Please, don't be frightened.
Shall we go back now?
There, see?
Not as dangerous as it looks.
Do you know this place?
Have you been here before?
Yes.
Yes, it doesn't change.
Safely home.
Thank you.
You're cold.
Here. Put these on.
So,
what have you been doing with yourself today?
Playing tennis with the professional.
Oh!
Whatever he did for your backhand, he put some colour in your cheeks.
Anyone new arrive?
Not that I noticed.
I'd better have the doctor in tomorrow.
I'm getting my headaches again.
Ooh...
Maybe it's just the boredom of the company!
Where is everybody these days? Monte used to be...
Come, dear.
I mean, where is the old crowd?
See anything of Max de Winter?
I saw him having breakfast.
Did he have lunch with anybody?
He wasn't in the restaurant at lunchtime.
There. You see?
They say he never mentions her name.
Just won't talk about it.
And nobody gets near him. He gave me the brush off.
Still... I don't see why I shouldn't try again.
When I get back up on my toes again.
Max de Winter's far too good-mannered to turn a lady down twice.
Even if the lady's not that much of a lady.
Good morning.
Where does madam wish to go today?
(Laughs)
What were you going to say?
I can see you've got something you want to say. What is it?
If only there was an invention
that could put a memory in a bottle. Like scent.
And it never faded, and it never got stale.
When you wanted it, you just opened the bottle
and it would be like living the moment all over again.
What moments in your young life would you preserve like that?
This one.
Is the coffee really that good?
Don't laugh at me.
Don't treat me like a silly child.
I know I haven't seen much of the world.
I'm not a woman of 36, in black satin and pearls.
You wouldn't be here with me if you were.
Stop biting your nails. It's an ugly habit.
Why do you take me out, day after day?
If you think I'm so silly and ugly. Why?
You're being kind. Is that it?
Don't choose me for your charity!
Damn my kindness and my charity.
I don't have any.
I ask you out with me because I want you.
You're young enough to be my daughter,
and I don't know how to deal with you.
But I do know that you've blotted out the past,
better than all the bright lights of a dozen Monte Carlos.
If you don't believe me,
say so, and I'll move on.
I only stayed because of you.
I don't know anything more about you than the first day we met.
Do you want me to go?
Oh, to hell with this.
Promise me something.
You'll never wear black satin.
# Charleston
Now, everyone knows,
I'm not one to open old wounds,
and it must be like a knife through the heart to think of her.
But, Max. You've just got to let your friends help you.
Max, you know. Join our little celebrations, have a laugh.
You can't brood your life away!
It's not fair on the female population.
A good-looking man like you going to waste.
I can't believe Rebecca would want that, Max.
How kind of you to trouble yourself.
Especially since I scarcely know you, and my wife never did.
Now, if you'll excuse me, there are things I have to do.
No, no. You're leaving, so soon? We've hardly got started.
You can stay for a couple more drinks.
Hey, everybody!
Everybody. We are going to drink to Rebecca de Winter.
Don't speak her name!
Not one of you here knew her.
Good night.
Well...
pardon me,
Mr Max de Winter.
I mean, it's only a little party!
You had every right to walk out.
DE WINTER: I should know better.
Infantile tantrums at my age.
It was just so unexpected.
You know what a foolish, lonely, unhappy woman she is.
Huh!
To be pitied and put up with? Patiently borne?
Yes.
Hm. I'm simply not very good at that kind of thing. One of my defects.
One of my worst, wouldn't you say?
- You're laughing at me again. - No. Not really.
You can be an awfully solemn little thing at times.
A little thing? Is that how you see me?
Don't be hurt, I didn't mean it to...
I hope you'll always be like that to me. Natural, and open.
Like a little girl who never grows up?
No, I'm not saying that.
What I'm saying is that I hope you'll always be like you.
Anyway, what does it matter how you see me?
You could be gone in a few days and you'll forget all about me.
I'm quite sure I won't forget.
Your funny, simple-minded little friend?
You.
Of course I wouldn't forget you.
Do I have to come down there and set you straight?
Just tell them, Mrs Van Hopper's usual stateroom. OK?
There you are. You're never here when I need you these days.
Well, now. We got work to do.
We're packing up! Leaving tomorrow.
I'm sick to death of Europe.
How do you like the sound of New York?
What a face!
I mean, I said New York.
I can't make you out.
The chances I'm giving you.
I thought you said you didn't like Monte.
I've got used to it.
Big of you.
OK. You can just get used to New York.
(Sobs)
(Knock at door)
We're going to New York. I've come to say goodbye.
No.
So.
Mrs Van Hopper's had enough of Monte Carlo, and wants to go home.
So do I.
She to New York,
and I to Manderley.
Which would you prefer?
Don't joke about it. It's unfair.
I don't make jokes. Not this early.
Look, it's perfectly simple.
Either you go to New York with Mrs Van Hopper, or you come to Manderley with me.
Do you want a secretary or something?
No, you little fool. I'm asking you to marry me.
I'm sorry. I'm being rather a brute to you, aren't I?
We ought to be in a conservatory.
Orchids. You should be in a white frock, there should be a violin playing a waltz.
We'll have to do without all that.
Stop it, Maxim.
I'm not the sort of person...
I don't belong to your sort of world, for one thing.
And what is my world?
Well, Manderley. You know what I mean.
Nonsense.
But you haven't answered my question.
How can I? I don't know what to say.
Do you mind how soon we get married?
It can be arranged in days. A licence, a magistrate.
No church, bells? Choirboys?
No. I had that kind of wedding before.
Say yes. We can drive to Venice for the honeymoon.
Venice?
All lovers should go there.
We can hold hands in a gondola. Take a cruise back to England.
I want to show you Manderley.
I would be Mrs de Winter?
Mm.
Don't you want to be?
I thought perhaps you loved me.
I do.
So it's yes.
Yes, Maxim.
Listen, don't worry, we'll discuss everything over breakfast.
Good morning.
- Food for thought, eh? - I have so many thoughts.
Then have a large breakfast.
What about Mrs Van Hopper?
Shall I tell her?
No. I'll do it.
I'll tell her.
Well, you'd better do it now.
I'll be here.
I'm sure she'll be very happy for us.
Well, I've got to hand it to you.
Tennis lessons, huh?
Well.
Game, set and match to you, kiddo.
(Mrs Van Hopper laughs)
You been doing anything you shouldn't?
I'll finish your packing, of course.
Of course.
You'll have to do a lot more than packing as mistress of Manderley.
Think you can handle it?
You think you can handle him?
(Whistles)
I mean, he's a very attractive creature, you know, sure.
But you watch out, Cinderella.
Maybe the Prince turns out to be not so charming.
You see his eyes the other night?
(Whistles)
Tiger, tiger!
You ready for that kind of thing in your bed?
As you said, you don't have much time. I'll finish the big trunk.
Good luck, kiddo.
DE WINTER: You are the most delightful company, Mrs de Winter.
But on our last night aboard, I think we have to make an appearance.
Just for appearances' sake.
I'll wear my new dress.
And I'll be on my best behaviour. Very polite to all the old bores.
Have to be quite a bit of that when we get back.
Around the county at any rate. At Manderley we please ourselves.
And I hope you'll love it as much as I do.
Nothing too bright. Just light.
You can take quite a lot of colour, madam.
I'm not used to much. It's an experiment.
We know exactly what's right for you, madam.
Now, let's see what you think of this one.
# The Black Bottom
Good evening, Mr de Winter. May I join you?
What have you done to yourself? What's that muck on your face?
Is it too much? It's a sort of joke, really.
All the other women... It went with the dress.
- I didn't marry a tart. - Maxim, please!
- Wipe it off, now. - No, I can't! Not here.
Are you determined to make a fool of me? Wipe it off!
Stop it, Maxim.
I don't understand.
I think we should go back to the cabin, darling.
I'm so sorry.
How could I be so stupid all over a bit of lipstick?
All you wanted was to amuse me, and I bite your head off.
It's just that you took me by surprise.
I'll never do anything so horrible again.
Say you'll forgive me, please?
Of course.
I love you.
DE WINTER: Almost there.
Are you tired?
You can expect some curiosity.
They'll want to know what you're like.
Only natural.
Don't be nervous. Just be yourself and they'll love you.
Here we are.
Nice to see you, George.
Don't worry about seeing to the house.
Mrs Danvers is the one for that. Just leave it to her.
She's quite a character in her own way.
You'll probably find her a bit stiff at first. It's just her manner.
Now, close your eyes. I'll tell you when to open them.
Now. Look.
There.
Do you like it?
It's yours.
Come on, then, now, chaps. That's right.
- Come on, now. - I'm coming.
Quickly! We haven't got long.
Damn that woman!
What's the matter? Who are all these people?
Mrs Danvers has summoned all the staff.
She should know I wouldn't want that.
Ah, Fred.
Glad to see you home, sir. And madam, too.
Give Robert that coat.
Now you won't have to say a thing. I'll do it.
Thank you for this welcome. It's good to see you all again.
I hope you're all in the best of health, hm?
I must say it's good to be back among you. Thank you.
(Whispering)
There. All done.
Thank you, Frith.
Right.
Good afternoon, sir.
Good afternoon, madam.
Mrs Danvers. Quite a reception, thank you.
Meet Mrs de Winter.
I'm so pleased to meet you, Mrs Danvers.
Thank you, madam.
I and all the staff at Manderley are at your disposal.
Good.
Now you're friends. Fine.
Tea, I think, Frith.
I hadn't realised it was quite so big.
Yes. Manderley is a big house. Not as big as some, of course.
Sorry to keep you waiting, Mrs Danvers.
It is for you to make your own time, madam.
It is this way.
I'm told you've been redecorating.
Oh, Mrs Danvers, it's charming.
I hope I carried out Mr de Winter's orders.
But you can't see the sea from here.
No.
Not from this wing.
You can't hear it, either.
Not from this wing.
But Mr de Winter said you were to have this room.
So this wasn't his bedroom before?
No.
He and Mrs de Winter lived in the west wing.
In the most beautiful room in the house.
Looking down to the sea.
Mrs Danvers, I hope we will come to understand each other.
You must have patience with me. This life is so new to me.
I do want to make a success of it and make Mr de Winter happy.
I hope I shall do everything to your satisfaction.
Oh, I'm sure you will.
I won't want to make any changes.
Can you tell me when your maid will be arriving, madam?
Do you wish for one?
I hadn't thought about it.
It is usual for ladies in your position.
Perhaps you would see about it for me.
Maybe some young girl wanting to train.
It is for you to say, madam.
Thank you, Mrs Danvers.
(Dog barks)
Go on.
DE WINTER: Come. (Dog barks)
Go on, boy.
Who's the woman in the white dress?
Who?
In the gallery. The woman all in white.
Some great-great-great-aunt or other.
Caroline, I think her name was.
She's very beautiful.
Mm. I suppose so.
Wonderful eyes.
Young, but... not young.
Would you like me to look like that?
No.
Why not?
Because it wouldn't suit you.
Why wouldn't it?
Stop asking silly questions and eat your egg.
Maxim!
Sorry.
You mustn't mind me.
Running a place like Manderley. Such a job.
Lot on my mind.
Right. Got a mass of things to do. Think you can amuse yourself?
Er, lunch today, sister, brother-in-law, Crawley, my agent.
Old Danvers'll see to it. You don't mind, do you?
- Good morning. - Morning, madam.
(Clears throat)
Do you require anything, madam?
I can't find any matches to light the fire. It's rather cool.
The fire in the library isn't normally lit until the afternoon.
You'll find a good fire in the morning room.
Yes. I see.
Should you wish one in the library as well, I'll give orders, of course.
I wouldn't dream of it. I'll go to the morning room. Thank you, Frith.
You'll find writing paper in there, madam.
Mrs de Winter always did her correspondence after breakfast.
Yes, thank you.
You go through the drawing room, madam, and turn right.
Thank you, Frith.
(Telephone rings)
Yes, who is it?
Mrs de Winter?
You've made a mistake. She's been dead for over a year.
It's Mrs Danvers, madam, speaking to you on the house telephone.
I wondered if you'd approved today's menus.
Oh. I'm sorry.
Yes, I'm sure I do.
They're on the blotter in front of you. On the desk.
Yes. Very suitable, very nice indeed.
Thank you, madam.
Good morning!
Sorry. Frank Crawley, Maxim's estate manager.
Yes, of course. Maxim's told me about you. Good morning.
- Exploring Manderley? - There's so much to learn about it.
CRAWLEY: It's a fascinating old place.
Is this side completely shut up?
No, just that with only two, the west wing isn't needed.
The first Mrs de Winter used it. I imagine it was done to her taste.
She liked big rooms.
With all the shutters closed, it looks like forbidden territory.
No!
Your side of the house has better light. That's what was in Maxim's mind.
To suit you, as we can all see now.
That's very kind, Mr Crawley.
What do you want here, madam?
Can I help you?
I lost my way.
Do you want me to show you these rooms?
This is the west wing.
You can, of course, see whatever you wish. You have only to ask.
Your guests have arrived.
Let me show you back to your side of the house.
I'm sure I can find it. There's no need.
WOMAN: We're not a bit alike, my brother and I.
You never know what's going on in that funny head of his.
I lose my temper at the slightest provocation - bang, it's all over.
Maxim hits the roof once in a blue moon, and how he hits it!
You won't set him off, though.
You'll know how to soothe the savage breast.
Quite intolerable, Beatrice.
BEATRICE: Poor Maxim.
Such a ghastly time he had.
Perfect wreck six months ago. Now you look much better.
Much better. Doesn't he, Giles?
You're a different person.
- Isn't he, Crawley? - Absolutely.
Thank you. My God!
Poor Maxim. Do you hunt, my dear?
I'm afraid not.
I learnt to ride as a child, but I don't remember much.
Oh, you can't live in the countryside and not ride.
She sketches and paints. Rather well
Very nice, I'm sure, on a wet day. But there's no exercise.
I like walking and swimming.
The water's far too cold.
As long as the currents aren't too strong.
Is it safe to swim in the bay?
Jasper could do with a swim.
Been eating too much, old boy. Just like Giles.
Give a dog a bad name, eh?
Are you very much in love with him?
No, don't answer. I'm an interfering bore.
You mustn't mind me. I'm devoted to Maxim.
(Motor car horn)
Come on, Bee, old girl!
How are you finding Mrs Danvers?
I've never met anyone quite like her before.
Don't suppose you have.
Thing is, she's insanely jealous.
- Why? - Resents you being here at all.
I thought Maxim would have told you. She simply adored Rebecca.
I see.
Dare say she'll get over it in time.
(Motor car horn)
I wouldn't force Maxim to talk about it.
No, of course.
All part of forgetting Rebecca. If he can.
Hell, that was a tactless damn thing to say!
One thing. You're not a bit like Rebecca.
A little of my family goes a very long way. As for Grandma...
Don't be grumpy. I liked them.
Beatrice just says what she thinks.
Does she think?
She thinks I should do something with my hair.
What? What the hell's wrong with it?
So you like my hair?
Of course I do.
Of course I like your hair.
It's quite a shock, isn't it?
The contrast is so sudden after the woods.
No-one ever expects it.
Jasper?
Jasper! Come on, you stupid dog, where are you?
Over there.
No, he can look after himself.
It's all right, I'll fetch him.
He can find his own way back!
Jasper?
Here, Jasper!
Silly dog.
Jasper?
(Jasper whimpers)
What's the matter?
This isn't a nice place.
Come on, Jasper, let's go home.
(Barks)
(Growls)
I know that dog.
He comes from the house.
He ain't your dog.
No, he's Mr de Winter's dog.
Come on, Jasper. Good boy.
- She don't go there now. - No, not now.
Gone in the dark. Gone in the sea, ain't she?
Won't come back.
- I never said nothin', did I? - Of course not. Don't worry.
I never said nothin'.
(Rumble of thunder)
Ben's harmless. His father was one of the keepers.
And that cottage should be locked. Jasper!
Wait for me, Maxim.
If you hadn't chased that stupid dog, we'd be home by now!
The tide might have caught him.
Is it likely I'd leave him if he was in danger?
- In your mood, anything's possible. - You're whining because you're tired.
That's just your excuse.
Excuse for what?
For not coming over the rocks.
Why do you think I didn't?
I don't know, I'm not a thought-reader.
I didn't say that...
I could see it in your face.
See what in my face?
Please, let's stop this. Please, Maxim.
All right.
I didn't want to go to the other beach.
I never go near the bloody place. I never go to that damned cottage.
You wouldn't if you had my memories.
You wouldn't talk about it, or even think about it.
Does that satisfy you?
Please, Maxim.
I don't want you to look like that.
It hurts too much. Please.
We should have stayed in Italy.
We should never have come back to Manderley.
I was a fool to come back.
You're wounded and hurt inside.
I can't bear to see you like this.
I love you so much.
Do you?
Here.
It was having that crowd for lunch.
I should have waited a few weeks.
Poor old Beatrice.
She always gets my goat, but I'm quite fond of her really.
We will be happy here, won't we?
Of course.
If you pass Grandma's inspection.
(Voices)
Could I speak to you, sir?
Of course. What is it?
There's an unpleasantness between Robert and Mrs Danvers.
Robert was almost in tears, sir.
Oh, Lord.
Robert has to change the flowers in the morning room.
Frith, please - the problem?
An ornament is missing, sir.
Mrs Danvers says he either took it,
or broke it and hid the pieces, sir.
What ornament?
The china cupid, sir.
One of my treasures?
I believe so, sir.
I'll see Mrs Danvers after breakfast.
Very good, sir.
Damn.
Cupid's worth a hell of a lot. I can't stand servants' rows.
Maxim, I'm sorry.
I feel such a fool.
(Knock)
Well, there you are, Mrs Danvers. One fallen angel.
It seems Mrs de Winter broke it herself, and forgot to say anything.
Drama over, I hope.
I'm sorry.
I didn't think Robert would get into trouble.
Perhaps, Mrs Danvers, you'd send the pieces to London.
If it can't be mended, can't be helped.
Frith. Tell Robert to dry his tears.
Very good, sir.
I will apologise to Robert.
But the evidence did point to him.
I would like to ask that if it should happen again,
Mrs de Winter will inform me, so as to save any unnecessary disturbance.
We try to avoid unpleasantness.
Yes, well, Mrs de Winter was afraid you'd have her thrown in gaol.
Like some frightened little between-maid.
A between-maid would never be allowed to touch the valuables in the morning room.
We've never had breakages in the morning room.
When Mrs de Winter was alive, she and I dusted the valuables together.
Now there's no-one else I can trust.
Yes, well. It can't be helped.
Thank you, Mrs Danvers.
Thank you, sir.
You do such extraordinary things.
When you broke the wretched thing, you should have told her to get it mended.
I can't help being shy.
I thought you were getting over it.
I try, I try every day.
Every time I go out or meet someone new, I do try.
I've not been brought up to it like you.
It's not that, it's just getting on with it.
Life at Manderley is all that matters to anyone down here.
That's why you married me.
You knew I was dull and quiet, so there'd never be any gossip.
What do you mean?
I don't know.
What do you know about any gossip?
Nothing. Why look at me like that?
Who's been talking to you?
No-one. What have I said?
You know what you said.
It didn't mean anything, it just came into my head, really.
It wasn't a nice thing to say, was it?
No.
It was stupid. Horrible.
I'm sorry.
Hello!
- You look a little peaky, dear. Anything wrong? - Nothing, really.
Not starting an infant?
No, I don't think so.
- No morning sickness? - No.
Doesn't always follow. I was fine when Roger was born.
Played golf the day before he arrived.
- Any suspicions, you let me know. - There's nothing to tell.
A son and heir would be terribly good for Maxim.
Doing anything to prevent it?
- Of course not, no. - Don't look shocked.
Brides today are up to everything!
Nuisance if you want to hunt and land yourself an infant in the first season.
You'd be fine. Babies don't interfere with sketching.
(Laughs)
Come on. Mustn't keep Granny waiting.
I want my tea!
It's on its way, Gran. Don't be grouchy.
Why doesn't Nora bring the tea?
It's coming, Gran!
It's watercress sandwiches today.
Oh. I like watercress days.
You didn't tell me it was watercress.
Of course I told you!
We are forgetful today, aren't we?
I couldn't do that job for a thousand a day.
Why are you so late, Nora?
Now, we mustn't be naughty.
And who are you?
I haven't seen you before.
Bee, who is this child?
Gran, you know perfectly well this is Maxim's wife.
They've just come back to live at Manderley.
She's not Rebecca!
What have you done with Rebecca?
Who said you could live at Manderley?
Tell Maxim to bring Rebecca!
We shall simply have to go.
She's not Rebecca!
I don't know what to say. It was quite awful for you.
Don't worry about it.
We did tell her about everything.
Please, there's no need.
I'd forgotten how she always made a fuss of Rebecca.
Had her rocking with laughter.
And Rebecca had this gift of being so attractive to absolutely everybody.
It really didn't matter who. Men, women, children, dogs.
And I suppose the poor old lady can only connect Maxim with Rebecca.
What a ghastly afternoon. I know you won't thank me.
I don't mind. I don't mind.
Giles will be very upset.
Well, don't tell him, then. What does it matter?
It doesn't matter at all.
DE WINTER: We should never have come back to Manderley.
I was a fool to come back.
I'll walk the rest, Davies.
Frank. Walk me back to the house.
With pleasure!
I've had lunch with the bishop and his lady, and tea with Grandmother.
- Did I wear the right hat? - The perfect hat!
Tell me about Manderley's fancy-dress balls.
Used to be an annual event, quite a big show.
Everyone in the country came. Quite a crowd from London.
I keep being asked if we're going to give another.
Lot of organisation.
I suppose Rebecca did it.
Most of it.
It appears Rebecca made a success of everything.
All these invitations are for people to look me up and down.
Measure me up against Rebecca.
Five out of ten, would you say? On average?
Don't think that.
I'm sure people find you as refreshing and charming as I do.
Kindness and sincerity and modesty are worth all the wit and beauty in the world.
Thank you, Frank.
I've got you for a friend whatever happens, haven't I?
Are they all Rebecca's things at the cottage?
Yes.
So it was her own little place, a special place?
It was a boat house. She had it converted.
What did she use it for?
Moonlight picnics. One thing and another.
Romantic.
Did you ever go to her moonlight picnics?
Once or twice.
That's where she drowned, isn't it?
Tell me how it happened.
She was in her boat. A little yacht with a cabin.
Late one night, it capsized. It can be very squally.
She must have drowned trying to swim ashore.
- She was alone, then? - Yes.
She often came back in the small hours, slept at the cottage.
Did Maxim mind that?
I don't know.
Was she found on the beach?
About 40 miles up channel, two months later.
Maxim had to go and identity her.
I'm sorry.
You must hate being reminded.
But I feel I must know. To help me understand Maxim.
He never talks about Rebecca.
But I know he thinks about her. As if he blames himself.
No.
He is trying to forget. None of us here want to bring back the past.
I've never seen any photographs.
Was Rebecca very beautiful?
She was the most beautiful creature I ever saw.
We'll do it, Frith.
Thank you.
Did I do something very selfish,
marrying you?
How do you mean?
Perhaps there are too many years between us.
You should have married a boy of your own age.
Not somebody with half his life behind him.
Age doesn't mean a thing in marriage. Lots of couples get...
I don't care about other couples. Just us.
It was my fault.
I rushed you into it, never gave you a chance to think it over.
I didn't want to think it over. There wasn't anyone else.
Don't talk as if we made a mistake.
You know I love you. More than I've ever loved anything in my life.
You're everything to me. Everything there is.
You're disappointed in me.
You think I'm not right for Manderley.
If that's what you think, don't pretend.
Admit it, and I'll go away.
Is that what you want?
Nonsense. It's just your imagination.
This all began because I broke the cupid.
Damn the cupid!
Do you think I care if it's broken?
It made you think about Rebecca again.
Everything in that room is hers. That's how I broke the cupid.
Not on purpose. But because I was thinking, "This is my room now."
So I took some different flowers in, to change the room.
But of course, I was clumsy.
Not a bit like Rebecca.
If you really think we can't be happy, please say so.
It wouldn't be true.
I'm sorry if I... seem to shut you out sometimes.
It must be difficult to live with. Not much fun.
I want us to be happy.
Then we are.
So that's agreed, it's official.
Don't laugh at me.
No.
I'm sorry, I have these meetings in London over the next couple of days.
Leaving you alone just at the wrong time.
I'll be all right. Lots to do.
Thank you, Robert.
Better hurry, sir. You don't want to be late, it's a long drive.
Indeed.
Tell Mrs de Winter I'll telephone her from London.
Very good, sir.
(Dog barks)
Come on, Jasper!
(Laughs)
You can't forget her either, can you, Jasper?
(Barking)
Quiet, Jasper. Sh, boy.
You're not supposed to go in there. Mr de Winter doesn't like it.
Done nothing wrong.
What have you taken, Ben? Show me.
Well, you can have it. But you mustn't do it again.
You've got angel's eyes. Not like the other one.
Taking things could get you into trouble.
You won't put me in the asylum?
Done nothing wrong. I never told no-one.
What do you mean, Ben?
She eyes like a snake! Come at night.
I looked in on her once. She turned on me.
She said, "You ain't seen me here."
"Let me see you looking on me again, I'll have you put in the asylum."
She said, "They're cruel to people in the asylum."
She's gone now, ain't she? She won't come back.
I don't know who you mean, Ben.
But no-one's going to put you in the asylum.
Don't worry about that.
I think you should go home now, Ben.
Angel's eyes.
He's just a poor, sad thing, Jasper.
Can't know what he's saying.
Stupid to even think about it.
Poor, sad, sad thing.
I'm a silly, timid, hysterical schoolgirl, Jasper.
Let's go home.
I'm not in the mood for visitors, are you?
We'll keep out of their way.
Must be in the library. Hurry and she won't see you.
Damn, I left my cigarette case in the morning room.
Hello, you little tyke! Not forgotten me, then?
Oh, I do beg your pardon.
Too bad of me to butt in on your privacy.
It's quite all right.
I just popped in to see old Danny. She's an old friend of mine.
That's the fellow I'm after.
I don't smoke, thank you.
How's old Max?
He's very well, thank you. He's in London today.
And left the bride all alone?
Very neglectful.
Isn't he afraid someone'll come and... carry you off?
I would be.
Aren't you going to introduce me, Danny?
It's the usual thing. Pay one's respects to the bride.
This is Mr Favell, madam.
Mrs de Winter's cousin.
How do you do, Mr Favell? Can I offer you a sherry?
A charming invitation.
What about it, Danny? Shall I stay for sherry?
No, perhaps not.
But thanks all the same.
Mrs de Winter.
Sherry and a little chat might have been a lot of fun.
Dear old Manderley.
But I'd better be going.
I'll see you out, Mr Favell.
Right. Oh, come and see my car.
She's a beauty. Danny?
No, thank you.
Goodbye, Mr Jack.
Bye, Danny.
Happy days, eh?
Look. I'd rather you didn't mention this little visit of mine to Max.
He doesn't approve of me. I've never known why.
And it might get poor old Danny into trouble.
All right.
Thanks.
Isn't she lovely? Goes twice as fast as Max's old bucket.
Damn shame, old Max jaunting up to London and leaving you all alone.
I don't mind being alone.
But it's all wrong. It's against nature.
How long have you been married, three months?
About that.
I wish I had a young bride of three months waiting for me at home.
I'm a poor, lonesome bachelor.
Fare you well!
Rebecca.
MRS DANVERS: Is anything the matter, madam?
Are you unwell?
No, I'm quite all right.
I saw from the garden the shutters were open.
You wanted to see her room, didn't you? Of course you did.
You've been wanting to see it for a long time.
Now you're here, let me show you everything.
Isn't it a beautiful bed?
You've been touching her nightdress.
The scent is still fresh, isn't it?
You could almost imagine she'd only just taken it off.
I keep everything as it was that night.
Ready for her.
Just as it always was.
See how tall she was.
It touches the ground on you.
She had a lovely figure.
Tall, slim.
And yet lying there in bed,
she looked just a slip of a girl, with her mass of dark hair.
I used to brush her hair every evening. 20 minutes at a time.
It came down below her waist when she was first married.
I used to do everything for her.
Let me show you her clothes.
She could wear any style. Stand any colour.
The clothes she was wearing the night she was drowned were torn from her body in the water.
There was nothing on her at all when she was found.
The rocks had battered her to bits. Her beautiful face.
Mr de Winter identified her. He insisted.
He was very ill. But no-one could stop him.
Please!
Now you know why Mr de Winter doesn't come here any more.
Listen to the sea.
Never since the night she drowned...
He'd sit up night after night in the library.
In the morning, cigarette ash round the floor.
And then all day he'd pace up and down, up and down.
No.
He never comes here.
No-one ever comes here but me.
You wouldn't think she was dead, would you? I feel her everywhere.
So do you, don't you?
I hear her footsteps behind me.
The sound of her dress sweeping the stain as she comes down to dinner.
Do you think the dead come back to watch us?
Is she watching us now?
No...
I don't know. No!
Does she watch you and Mr de Winter together?
Maxim...
Maxim! Maxim.
MRS DANVERS: Does she watch you and Mr de Winter together?