I Don't Want to Be Born (1975)

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- What's wrong, sir?
- This one doesn't want to be born.

'Dr Jones.

'Dr Jones.'

- Congratulations. It's a boy.
- Marvellous! Is Lucy all right?

She's fine. It was a struggle, mind.

- But the baby's all right?
- Yes. A big, healthy fellow.

One of the biggest I've ever had.
Nearly 12 pounds, I would say.

- Is everything all right?
- Yes.

Take Mr Carlesi in to see his son.

Thank you.
That's marvellous! Thank you!

Which way?

What's the matter? What's wrong?

I was cuddling him!
I was only cuddling him!

I was just holding him!

She's all right. A little distraught.
It was a nasty experience.

But her face. What happened?

Maybe she was cuddling it
too tightly.

He may have thought
he was being suffocated.

Even at this age,
babies have an instinct for survival.

And as I said,
he's a big, strong baby.

- But the baby's all right.
- Yes. I had a good look at him.

He's totally unmoved
by the experience.

And you must both forget
about it, too.

We're as much concerned
about the mother as the baby.

- Now, about feeding...
- She wants to feed him herself.

- I don't think...
- She wants to so much.

This experience has upset her.
She seems a little frightened.

She'll be all right in a day or two.
Then we'll see.

Again, congratulations. Have you
thought about a name for the boy?

I wanted an Italian name for my
family, Lucy wanted an English one.

- We called him Nicholas.
- The mothers usually win.

It's very medical!
What are you collecting for?

Come on, petal!

I'm starving.

Oh, it's nice to see you back,
Mrs Carlesi.

It's nice to be back.

Oh, what a lovely boy!
Isn't he like his mummy?

Come along.

Shh. He's asleep.

- Now... That's it. Careful now.
- Mind the steps, Lucy.

I hope you find it warm enough,
Mrs Carlesi.

- I've had the heating going.
- Oh, Mrs Hyde...

I've left the flowers for Mrs Hyde.

- What a lovely big boy he is!
- I'll leave the suitcase here.

What a big bundle.
We do weigh a ton, don't we?

There we are. What a lovely big boy!

Ooh! He bit me so hard.
I could swear he's got teeth already.

How could he? I'm sorry, Mrs Hyde.

Oh, it's nothing.
The poor mite's hungry, that's all.

- He'd have to be to want to eat me.
- I'll prepare a bottle.

- Aren't you doing it yourself?
- No, the Doctor says not.

You rest. I'll get the bottles.

I'll do it.
Didn't have five of my own

without learning something.
You both need a rest.

Not bad for a first effort.

Come on, let's have a drink.
Then I must go to the office.

Bye, Nicky.

There's nobody tall
in your family, is there?

No. They called Uncle Giorgio
a giant but he was only 5'10".

I think we're going to have
a six-footer on our hands one day.

Anyway, you must relax.
Mrs Hyde can cope.

Scusi.

Hello?

Albana! Cara Albana! Dove sei?

- Where is she?
- Shh!

Eh? Oh, bene!

- Where is she?
- She's at the airport.

Tell her to come over.

Bambino e grosso.
E multo grosso. Si, si.

I'm going back to the office.
You take a taxi there.

- Then I'll bring you back here.
- Great.

Ciao, Albana.

- Morning, Charles.
- Morning, sir. Thank you.

Morning, Mr Carlesi.
How's the baby?

- I brought him back this morning.
- How's Mrs Carlesi?

She's fine. I suppose
there are a hundred messages.

They're all here.
Mr Simms is the only urgent one,

about that silver order from Paris.

I'll deal with that.
Thank you, Sheila.

- Yes?
- 'Your sister's here, sir.'

Show her in, will you?

This way, please.

- Caro Gino!
- Cara Albana!

Now I'm here,
we are only going to speak English.

- You met my secretary Sheila.
- Yes. How do you do?

- How do you do?
- Could you get Simms on the phone?

Yes, sir.

- Hello, Mrs Hyde. How are they?
- All right.

- Lucy!
- Oh, Mandy. I'm glad to see you.

You look wonderful,
like you've been on holiday.

- It was no damn holiday.
- I'll see you tomorrow.

- Bye, Mrs Hyde.
- Goodbye.

A boy first time. Terrific.

- Can I go up and see him?
- Oh, no, no. He's sleeping.

- Let's have a drink.
- Right.

- Are you still on Scotch?
- Yes, but never before breakfast.

- Soda?
- No, it's been a tough day already.

Tommy's had us at it since 9:30,
rehearsing a new show. Diabolical.

- How is Tommy?
- Blooming.

Still got as many hands as ever.
You know Tommy.

Yes.

Here you go. Your hair's got so long.

- Oh, darling, it's a mess.
- It's fabulous.

Thanks. To you and the baby.

- You've been the lucky one, darling.
- Come off it, Mandy.

- You've had your chances.
- Yes, but I'm changing with age.

I'll have to find a Gino, before
I bump and grind myself to death.

- Gino's wonderful.
- Italians make the best husbands...

if you can get them away
from their mothers.

Oh! Gino's mother.
She still doesn't approve of me.

All we had since the wedding
is a Christmas card.

- Oh, no.
- What is it?

Could you come upstairs
with me right now? Please.

My God.

The baby couldn't have.

We ought to turn him over.
He'll suffocate.

Let me turn you over. There you go.

He's heavy. Oh, but he's lovely.

- Look.
- What?

Look.

Come on. Come on. You need a drink.
We'll tidy up later. Come on.

Here. Here you are, love.

Thanks.

It's hard to believe
he's so big and strong.

He frightens me. It's been like that
since he was born.

Neither you and Gino are that big.
Is Gino so strong?

Look, what's wrong?

It's been like a nightmare
since he was born.

- I feel he hates me, loathes me.
- You know that's ridiculous.

- You're imagining things.
- Yes, I am. All the time.

I've got this horrible feeling.

It's like a memory. As though
I'm living through it again.

Lucy, you've got
to get a grip of yourself.

Please.

Do you remember at the club,

the night before we were going
to take the show to Italy

and I met Gino for the first time?

'It was the last time
I did my act at the club.

'That night,
I really enjoyed doing it.

'Maybe I sensed
it would be my last time there.

'Hercules was in the wings.

'He was always there,
looking at me, watching me.

'I used to kid around with him.

'We liked each other and had fun.

'Maybe I egged him on.

'I thought it was just a game.

'I never dreamed
of anything else. Never.

'That night, he came to
my dressing room after his act.

'I was in a hurry to get away -
we were leaving the next day -

'but he seemed funny... odd...

'disturbed by something.

'I thought he wanted to talk,
so I offered him a drink.

'He didn't want one.

'He just stood there staring at me.

'I wanted to take off my make-up
and get home to pack.

'I felt awkward
but I didn't want to upset him.

'I knew how sensitive he was.

'I felt his hand on my neck.

'I tried to pretend
it wasn't happening, or...

' maybe, for an instant,
I was fascinated.

'It felt unreal.

'His hands... I don't remember much.
I felt disgusted.

'I screamed
and Tommy came rushing in.

'He told Hercules to get out,
and he went,

'without even looking at me,
like a beaten animal.

'I had that thing going with Tommy,
anyway, and was I glad to see him.

'Anyway,
I soon forgot about Hercules.

'I feel sick
when I think about it now.

'I hate myself
for having an affair with Tommy,

'and I kidded myself that I was
special, not just one of his girls.

'But I was as cheap as he was,
and Tommy knew it.

'It had been like a bad dream.

'I was excited
about going abroad with the show.

'I'd always wanted to go to Italy.
It was because of Tommy I was.

'He was good
at making you show your gratitude.

'Later, I discovered he was being
thanked by a lot of girls.

'I couldn't help feeling guilty
about poor Hercules.

'The club was quiet.
Everyone had gone.

'I felt so confused about everything.

'Tommy went to get the car.
I was going to meet him in front.

'All I really wanted to do
was to go to sleep,

'shut my eyes and wake up under
a blue sky with the sun shining.

'The club suddenly seemed seedy and
nasty. Anyway, it didn't bother me.

'All I could think was,
"Italy, here I come."'

You will have a baby - an evil
monster conceived in your womb -

as big as I am small
and possessed by the Devil himself!

Lucy's probably resting.
Let's go and sneak a look at him.

Lucy, where are you?

Lucy?

He spat at me!

He hates me!

It's all right. It's all right.

- Albana.
- Lucy, cara.

Oh, Albana, I'm so glad to see you.

- I'm so happy to be here.
- It's all right. Come on.

I'm sorry, Albana.

Albana, how are you?
I'm sorry about that welcome.

It's been a bit of a strain.

- She's not resting enough.
- It's always a strain afterwards.

A little depression comes
after the excitement.

He's a lovely big boy.

- Anyway, stay as long as you like.
- No, you have enough to look after.

The Mother Superior has arranged
for me to stay at St Theresa's.

They have a medical research unit
and I can work.

- Promise you'll come every day.
- Of course.

Shh!

Shall I take the baby now?

Yes.

Nicky! Nicky!

- Nicky! Gino!
- Quickly! Get him to a hospital.

Mmm-hmm...

Yes. Hmm...

- We've got the blood sample.
- Urine?

- It's gone to lab already.
- I'd better see the parents.

I have to calm down the mother.

Give me a few minutes
before you bring him in.

Yes, sir.

Well, I've examined Nicholas
thoroughly.

I can find no physical symptoms.

They're processing the blood
and urine tests

but I doubt
if they'll reveal anything.

He's a remarkable child. He's
astonishingly strong for his age.

I had to sedate him. The normal
dosage is absolutely useless.

Well, he did have what looked
to be some sort of... fit.

Yes. Yes, I believe you.

There is one possibility
but it's a remote one.

Is there any history of epilepsy
in either of your families?

- No.
- No. No one.

It couldn't be that, anyway. It isn't
detectable until a child is three.

Is it possible that?

I mean, he's grown so much.

Is it possible,
by any freak, that?

- What?
- I don't know.

- He's just going to be so big.
- Probably.

But growth patterns
in children vary considerably.

A spurt now can be compensated for
by a delay later.

Oh, excuse me.

Yes.

Thank you. Well, as I suspected,
the tests show nothing.

How can you say
there's nothing wrong?!

- The way he behaves, the violence...
- Lucy, please.

I didn't say there was nothing wrong.

It's just that
I can't make a diagnosis.

Even something like autism
can't be detected at this stage.

- There's nothing we can do?
- We can use sedation, sparingly.

If the behaviour continues, we might
investigate congenital factors.

You mean if there's something wrong
with Gino's family or mine?

Yes. It can be a very long
and difficult process.

Come in.

He's fine. Fast asleep.

Oh, Nurse, take Mrs Carlesi

and give her the sedative for
the baby, and tell her the dosage.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you, Doctor.

Your wife seems very upset,

but a lot of women go through
this post-natal depression.

Could she be exaggerating
about the baby?

I've asked myself that. Some things
have happened when I wasn't there.

I'm not doubting her. I just wonder
whether she should see somebody else.

- A psychiatrist?
- Yes. It's just routine.

It might determine if there was any
trauma during childbirth or pregnancy

which affected the child.

Can't the baby come back to hospital?

I don't think the mother and child
should be separated.

- Can't Lucy stay with him?
- It would be better to get a nurse -

full-time - at any rate, until we can
find how the child progresses.

Here's some clean sheets and towels
in case you need them.

Now, is there anything else
you can think of?

No, that's fine.
You go out and don't worry.

- Have a good time.
- Oh, I will.

This is my first night out
since Nicholas was born.

- Then, enjoy yourself.
- Lucy?

I'd better go. Bye.
I'm coming, darling.

Shh! Go to sleep.

Oh, it's so lovely to get out.
You needed to.

- Gino...
- Hmm?

- I'm worried.
- You mustn't worry about the baby.

- I'm sure Jill can cope.
- Oh, I know she can, it's...

It's what Dr Finch said
about the genetic factors.

Oh, I'm sure there's nothing in it.

My family's fine.
Your parents are wonderful.

I know that. It's not that. It's...

Oh, Gino,
I've got to tell you something.

- Before we were married...
- Lucy, I know.

Now, we agreed, didn't we?
The past's the past.

I love you now,
that's all that matters, isn't it?

I know, darling.

It's just...

- Well, what?
- Oh, nothing.

It's just a stupid nightmare.

Your table is ready, sir.

- Thank you.
- Madame.

Well, it looks quiet.

What did you expect?
Fire engines?

Here, let me.

What about a small night hat, hmm?

- It's nightcap.
- Nightcap. I'll remember.

It's the first wrong word
you've said in months.

- Let's have Cointreau on the rocks.
- Oh, yes.

What happened?

I don't know.
I must have slipped or something.

I just felt
I couldn't lift my head up.

What were you doing, giving him
a bath at this time of night?

He dirtied himself.
It seemed the simplest thing to do.

- But you're all right?
- Yes, yes.

I just feel such a fool.

But it was the oddest thing.

Now... All wet...

Mummy's going to get you
some nice, clean clothes.

If it starts to rain,
come back, Jill.

Yes, I will.
I won't be more than an hour.

Good. Have a nice time, Nicky.

- Thank you. Bye.
- Bye.

- Hello, darling. How are you?
- Fine. Come on in.

After seeing that wrecked nursery,
I'd believe anything.

I'm really worried.
He's getting bigger every day.

Did you tell the Doctor
what you told me?

How can I tell the Doctor... that I
think my baby's possessed by a devil?

- What were those tests he mentioned?
- Genetic tests.

He wants us to have them.

That's why I wanted to see you.

Before I have the tests,
I want to talk to Tommy.

Tommy? What on earth for?

Do you remember
when we came back from Italy?

Tommy gave that party the night
before I got married.

Well, you know Tommy...

God! Let me guess.

I've hated myself for it ever since.

And because he might be Daddy,
you need to know about his family.

Mandy, could you tell him
that I want to see him?

Give him some idea
of what it's about.

I couldn't bear to go through
the story again, not for him.

Hello. Hello, big smiler.

How are you, then?
Are you all right? Yes.

Don't jump about.
There are rabbit holes around here.

Let's go and see the ducks.
Why not? Would you like that?

Let's see what's down here.
There we are.

This is where the ducks are,
just by the bridge.

Isn't it lovely?
Let's see some sunshine.

Would you like that? Yes.

Oh, look. There's a pram.
Let's go and see.

But there's nobody with it.
Isn't that funny? Come along.

Let's go and have a look
and see what's here. Now, then.

Oh! Oh, what a lovely baby.

Who's left you all alone, eh?

Kit, will you be quiet?

There was this poor baby
all on its own, then I saw the girl.

Kit, will you be quiet?
The dogs were terribly upset.

Naturally, they would be,
seeing this awful thing happen.

- Did any of you see anything?
- No.

- Was anybody around?
- Nobody saw anything.

It looks like an accident.
She slipped and banged her head.

Accidents get stranger every day.
She won't be much good as a witness.

- She's a boy.
- Better find out who he belongs to.

Lucy's sleeping.

I made her take two pills.

Do you want some more coffee?

I hope she'll get over this. When
the police brought back Nicky alone,

she passed out for a few minutes.

He's asleep.
The sedation worked this time.

- Do you think it was an accident?
- What else could it be?

- The police said nobody was around.
- Lucy does not think it was.

- I know.
- She told me what happened

with the nurse
in the bath last night.

Sometimes I think this baby
is sending us mad, both of us.

How could he? I know he's big
and strong but he's a baby!

Lucy believes he is... possessed.

- Possessed?
- Yes. By the Devil.

That's nonsense.
We're not living in the Middle Ages.

- You don't believe that.
- I believe in God and His mysteries.

They exist regardless
of the age we live in.

You expect me to tell that
to the police, to the Doctor?

Maybe I should tell it to the Doctor.

I think they should take the baby
into hospital for observation.

You should take Lucy away
for a holiday. You both need one.

Go to Italy. I will stay here
and see that everything is all right.

Now you're talking sense. That's
the best idea I've heard in years.

- I have another good idea.
- What?

When did you last pray?

Do you have a cat?

We have enough trouble with the baby.

Well, I don't expect he caught this.

Ooh! I hate mice.
Throw it in the dustbin.

- I have to go out, Mrs Hyde.
- To the Doctor?

No... I'll be back in about an hour.

- I have to go by two, remember?
- I'll be back by then.

I've given the baby a sedative,
so he should be all right.

That has as much effect as water.

I'm sure he'll be quiet for an hour.

Yes, well... We'll hope so.

OK. That's it.

Shh! You'll wake the baby. This one's
difficult enough to get off.

- Thanks for the cuppa.
- Don't you wake him.

- He looks a tough little kid.
- You can say that again.

- Best when they're asleep.
- This one is.

- Thanks again. Cheerio.
- Bye-bye.

- How much is it?
- 60p, madam.

- Keep the change.
- Thank you.

OK. All right. We'll let you know.

- Is Miss Farlese there, please?
- Yes, Mr Morris.

Keep it short.

- Hi, Tommy.
- Lucy.

- How are you, lovely?
- Fine.

You look great. Sit down.

Do you want to make a comeback?
You don't have to audition for me.

- Did Mandy tell you I was coming?
- Sure. Sure.

I'll finish up here,
then we'll go for a drink.

Yeah.

Only a couple more. Stick with me.

Boy, when I see these new girls,
I realise how much we miss you.

Oh, Tommy. Same old flattery.
I was lousy most of the time.

But when you were good,
you were very good.

- Am I boring you?
- Get this one. Got a temperament.

OK, Pavlova, go on.

The dying bleedin' swan.
May be all right for Covent Garden

but it won't do much
for a randy oil sheik.

- Come in.

Oh, Sister Albana. Come in.

I spoke
with your brother this morning.

It's very kind of you to see me,
Dr Finch.

Not at all. I understand
that you must be very worried

about your sister-in-law
and the baby.

Yes. As an outsider, one can
see things that might be helpful.

Won't you sit down?

I understand that you have
some medical training yourself.

Yes, I'm working in animal pathology,
not very much connection with babies.

- We're all God's creatures.
- I'm meant to say that, Doctor.

Your examination of the baby
found nothing wrong.

No, nothing. He's very large
and strong for his age

but that's scarcely a disease.

But you have only
examined him physically?

As a doctor of medicine,
I know no other way.

Even a psychiatrist would make little
headway with a child of this age.

No... What he suffers from
may be beyond words, anyway.

I'm sorry. I don't quite follow.

Is it possible
for a baby not to want to be born?

"This one doesn't want to be born."

- Excuse me?
- I was remembering... No...

I'm sorry, I can't answer
your question, medically.

You have suggested
that Lucy sees a psychiatrist.

Yes, to see whether her prenatal
state might have affected the child.

- I don't think that will help Lucy.
- Why not?

- Do you know what she really thinks?
- No.

I'd have to talk to her
before I referred her.

She believes her child is possessed.

- Possessed?
- By the Devil.

I'm afraid the presence of the Devil

has never given us a diagnosis
in the clinical field.

Only in the spiritual one.

There, you have the qualifications.
I'm a mere layman.

- Would you like some coffee?
- No, thank you.

Do you believe in the Devil?

As a little man
with a tail and a fork, no.

But I believe there is evil...
the spirit of evil.

- Don't you believe that?
- Yes.

But I can't diagnose that
clinically, either.

I know that violence is an expression
of evil, and this child...

Say that its violence
is a possession,

a revenge against being born.

I can do nothing about that.

A doctor can't write prescriptions
against evil and violence.

It's one of the severest limitations
of our profession.

Yours is the profession
that practises exorcism.

So you see, it's a question
of my medicine versus your magic.

To someone living 100 years ago,
what you do today would seem magic.

Yes, but scientifically-based magic,
subject to proof.

- You could prove nothing.
- Except faith.

Exactly,
but even faith healers have no proof.

- Except cured patients.

- You are laughing at me?
- No, it's just a private joke.

I thought today
was a dull routine one.

I didn't expect to discuss mysticism
with an Italian nun.

Especially one
who speaks such excellent English.

But seriously, there's nothing we can
do now except continue the sedation.

Would you take him in
for observation?

- Would the parents agree to that?
- I think so.

My brother wants
to take Lucy away for a rest.

At this point,
that's better than a psychiatrist.

I would stay here and be responsible.

All right. That sounds like a good
compromise between our ideas.

If I detect a devil,
I'll send for you.

Thank you, Dr Finch.

I'll come tomorrow
and take a look at the baby,

then I'll make
the necessary arrangements.

You would have made
a good doctor, Sister.

Yes? You would not have made
a very good nun, Doctor.

You are a saint, Albana.

That's wonderful.
He'll come by tomorrow, then?

Perhaps we can get away
the day after that... Good.

Thank you so much. Ciao.

Call the airline and get a flight
to Rome the day after tomorrow.

- We're going on holiday.
- Are you taking the baby?

Er, no. Lucy needs to rest.
Now, where were we?

Everything all right, Sister Albana?

You startled me.

You were a long way away...
in your research?

Yes. I've finished the tests.

- Freddy's reacted to the injection.
- Good.

We can use him as a control.

Yes.

Well, it's great to see you again,
Lucy. Just like old times.

Well, not quite, but it could be.
You look better than ever.

Thanks, Tommy.
Do you ever stop trying?

- What did Mandy tell you?
- That you wanted to see me.

Chat about old times,
cheer yourself up.

- Is that all?
- She said you were feeling low,

not exactly the happy new mum.

Well, you've come to the right bloke.
I know six new Irish jokes.

This is serious, Tommy.
It's about my baby.

- He frightens me.
- Looks like Gino, does he?

It's not a joke.
He's very big and he's very violent.

You should have checked
Gino wasn't in the Mafia.

- We're having genetic tests.
- That's very wise.

If Gino is the father...

Tommy, the baby was born nine months
after I was married.

- So?
- God, you've got a short memory,

or has so much happened since then?

You don't mean
the little b*stard's mine?

It could be. That's why
I need to know about your family.

You've got a nerve! You want to pin
your freaky offspring on me?

You want me to fire Hercules
and book your kid?

You b*stard!

No one does that to me.

What are you going to do? Beat me up?

No.

You got me curious. I wanna see
this spooky baby of yours.

If it looks up and says "Daddy",
OK, it's mine. Now get in.

Oh, Mrs Hyde. I brought
a friend back to see Nicholas.

How's he been?
Is everything all right?

I took him in and put him in his cot.
I hope he's asleep.

I'll see you tomorrow.

She's a bright little ray
of sunshine, isn't she?

Well, shall we go
and see the little perisher first?

- First?
- We've got the house to ourselves.

You've already got all his toys.
Riches at birth.

You didn't know I had a soft spot
for kids, did you?

He's all covered up.
Let's have a good look at you...

The little b*stard's yours all right.

- The keys. Thank you, Charles.
- Goodbye, sir.

- That's one pound fifty.
- Thank you.

Here we go, Nicky.

Look at this nice stuff.

Lucy! Lucy?

- It looks like Christmas!
- We're celebrating.

- What?
- We're going on holiday.

- But how can we?
- I'll explain later.

Now put these things in the fridge,
unless you want warm champagne.

Mmm... Gino.

Ooh, that champagne
was very thera... therapuke.

Only two bubbles and you were away.

Oh, I feel full of bubbles.

You'll feel even better
after a holiday.

The hospital will find out
what's wrong with Nicholas.

- They must, Gino. They must.
- I trust Dr Finch.

Albana liked him, too.

Ooh!

Don't tell me
you can't make it to bed, hmm?

I'll make it.

- But will you make it?
- Oh, yes!

- Are you sure?
- I will.

Then I will try
and get up these stairs.

- I feel a little bit umbriaco.
- Umbriaco? Umbriaca.

Umbriaca...

Shouldn't we see
if Nicky's all right?

No, he's quiet. Let's leave him.

OK.

I'll race you.

I won!

Gino?

Gino?

Gino?

Gino, where are you?

Gino?

Gino?

Gino?

Gino?

Hello, Mandy.
Darling, I'm sorry if I woke you.

- Can you come over here right away?
- Darling, I've just woken up.

It's Gino. He's disappeared.

No, he's gone. I don't know
where he is. I'm so worried.

I'll try and come over. OK.

Bye.

That was Lucy.

She's in more trouble.

Gino's done a bunk.

- Mrs Hyde?
- Any news?

No. I can't reach Sister Albana.
I'm going to the convent.

- Maybe he's there.
- Funny he didn't tell you.

- Maybe he didn't want to wake me.
- Could've left you a note.

- I've cleaned the nursery.
- How can he be that destructive?

The Doctor is coming this afternoon.

He's taking him in the hospital
for observation.

It's funny, but I... I don't like
talking in front of him.

Even when he's asleep,
it's as if he's listening.

- What do they reckon's wrong?
- I don't know, Mrs Hyde.

If my husband calls, tell him...
tell him that I'll be back later.

Lucy, what is wrong?

- Gino, he's gone.
- Gone?

Disappeared. When I woke up
this morning, he wasn't there.

- There was no note, nothing.
- He said nothing last night?

No.

When I went into the baby's room
this morning, it was wrecked.

It was as though...

It was as though
there'd been a terrible struggle.

It is impossible.

I've got this awful premonition
that he's dead.

You must not think that.
I will come home with you.

I'm going to speak to Sheila at the
office. Maybe she's heard something.

Mrs Hyde can stay until four.
Can you get over by then?

- Yes.
- There's a key in case you need it.

Are you sure you should rush
about like this?

- Maybe he will telephone.
- If I sit and wait, I'll go mad.

Thanks, Albana. See you later.

You little monster!

If any of my children
had turned out like you,

I don't know what I'd have done.

The sooner we find out
what's wrong with you,

the better it'll be for all of us.

I don't want to be around
when you get any bigger.

And there's nothing in the diary
about any business meetings today?

No, he cancelled the one meeting he
had so he could get everything clear

before you went on holiday.

Are you sure
there isn't anybody he had to see?

I just don't understand it.
Where could he have gone?

I don't know.

Never known a child like that
in all my born days.

Hello?

No, he hasn't.
Nobody's phoned since you left.

You will be back by four, won't you?

Ah, Sister Albana.
Mrs Carlesi told me you were coming.

- I thought I'd hang on for you.
- Is there any news of Mr Carlesi?

- No. Gone like a puff of smoke.
- How is the baby?

He's fine. He's asleep.

I put him up in his cot.
Weighs a ton, he does, now.

I wouldn't touch him, let alone lift
him up, if he wasn't asleep.

Anyway, let's pray
he stays asleep for you.

Yes. Let us pray.

Right... Well, I'll say goodbye.

Goodbye, Mrs Hyde.

What is it?
Do my vestments frighten you?

Why are you crying, Nicholas?

Why do you hate us?

We want to love you.

Now, stop crying.
I'm going to pick you up.

You devil!

It's all right now.

- Is there any news of Gino?
- No. Nothing.

His secretary didn't know anything,
so I went to the police.

You must try to get some rest.

- Gino!
- No, he has his key, doesn't he?

It is probably the Doctor.
I will let him in.

- Then I must return to the convent.
- But I don't want to be alone.

You must trust me.
I will be back very soon.

Hello, Sister.
Is everything all right?

- Yes.
- What happened?

Oh, a... a scratch. It is nothing.

- How's the baby?
- The same.

You must help Lucy.
She's under great strain.

- My brother has disappeared.
- Disappeared?

Lucy will tell you.
She's in her room.

- I'll take the baby tomorrow.
- Yes.

Well, excuse me. Goodbye, Dr Finch.

You must try
not to think these thoughts.

I know it's difficult.

Do you really think
he's just lost his memory?

It's possible. People do strange
things when they're under strain.

You've both been under a great deal
of stress for a long time.

I'm sure the police will trace him.
Now, try to relax.

You must take the baby!

I can't go on like this.

I'm frightened to be
in the same house with him.

Well, you said Sister Albana
will be back shortly.

I'm sure she'll stay with you.

I'll get the baby in for observation
tomorrow. Now, you try to sleep.

I'll go and take a look at him.

Thank you, Doctor.

Hello?

You all right? I'm sorry I couldn't
come. It's been a ghastly day.

'Are you all right, darling? '

Any news of Gino?

- Hey, five minutes.
- OK, I'll be there.

Sorry, darling. It...
It was just one of the girls.

I'm on soon.
What did the police say?

I can't understand it.
You must try not to worry.

What about the baby?

Oh, you poor darling.

I must go, darling.
I'll come over tomorrow.

You'll feel much better
when they've taken the baby in.

Get a good night's rest.
I wish I could right now.

OK. OK, love. Bye. Bye.

- I see. Talking to a new boyfriend?
- No, an old girlfriend.

Albana?

Albana?

Is that you?

Dr Finch?

Dr Finch?

Lucy.

Gino!

- Lucy.

Please... Please...

- Go away! Leave me alone!
- 'Emergency. Which service? '

I'm your mother. You can't hurt me!
I know why you hate me!

- You didn't want to be born!
- 'Police, fire or ambulance? '

I'm your mother!
You can't hurt me! Please go away!

I've never done anything to you!
Leave me alone!

- Don't k*ll me, please!
- 'Hello? Are you there? '

- You k*lled the nurse.
- Lucy.

You k*lled Gino.

I know you k*lled them...
but you're not going to k*ll me!

I'm your mother!

Oh! Oh, no!

All right. Take your seats.

- There's nothing to worry about.
- He's dead!

...in nomine Patris
et Filii et Spiritus Sancti...

Amen.