04x01 - Screamer

[bunniefuu]

(calm music)

(dramatic music)

(dinging)

- Seems to take forever,
doesn't it?

- It's not exactly the
Orient Express.

- Oh, you're American.

Tourist?

- [Nicola] No, I work here.

- Oh.

- [Nicola] At the embassy.

- Oh?

- It's nothing grand
or diplomatic,

I'm just a stenographer,

but it's fun being in England.

- Yes, it's a funny old
place, but we like it.

Where are you going now then?

- To spend the weekend with
some friends at Salford.

- Salford?

That's the station
just beyond mine.

Have you been there before?

- No, they've just moved in.

- It's a pretty little village.

You'll like it.

Your friends are meeting you?

- [Nicola] Yes.

- That's good, sensible.

I only live half a minute
from the station

but my husband's meeting me.

After all, one never knows,
does one?

And they haven't caught him yet.

There's a bit about it in
today's paper.

- I'm not sure I understand
what you're talking about.

- r*pe, my dear.

Three girls have assaulted on
this line in as many months.

One he nearly k*lled.

That's why I hate
traveling at this hour.

Still, if you're being met,

there's nothing to worry about.

- r*pe?

- They'll catch him
sooner or later.

They've got a description
at last, you see?

They're looking for a man
with short blond hair.

I know it's not much,

but the police are so clever,
still.

Nevertheless, I insist
on being met.

Although I suppose if it
happened to me at my age,

I could take it as a compliment.

Ah.

That's my stop.

It's been nice talking to you,
my dear.

I hope you enjoy your weekend.

Goodbye.

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(clicking)

(ominous music)

(clock ticking)

(gasps)

- Miss Stevens?

- Yes.

- Your friends called me.

- What?

- Mr. and Mrs. Holt.

They were on their
way back to town

and their car broke down,

so they'll be delayed

so they want you to go
on and let yourself in.

The key's under the mat.

It isn't very far, miss.

Turn right out of the station

and it's the first
house you see.

About a quarter of a mile.

Everything alright, miss?

- Oh, yes, thank you.

(ominous music)

- Just a minute!

Can I have your ticket, please?

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(screaming)

- She'll be furious.

Absolutely furious.

- Well, darling, it
wasn't our fault.

We didn't do it on purpose,
it wasn't anybody's fault.

- It's your car.

Men are supposed to look
after their cars,

make sure they don't break down.

Poor Nicola.

We were supposed to
meet her at nine

and now look at it,
it's tomorrow!

- She probably made
herself some supper

and went quietly to bed.

- Yes, while I had to sit
by the roadside

and freeze all night.

- Just who are you worried
about, Nicola or yourself?

- Both of us, of course.

Both of us had an
absolutely beastly night.

All because of your
wretched car.

- But you love me.

- Maybe.

Jeff!

(dramatic music)

Nicky.

Nicky!
- Nicky!

Nicky!

Nicky!
- Nicky!

(crying)

(sirens blaring)

- Oh, surely just one minute.

- I'm sorry, Inspector,
the answer must be no.

- Half a minute then.

- No.

- Look, you're doing your job,
Doctor,

I'm just trying to do mine.

She saw the man, she must have.

Maybe she can give us
an accurate description.

- Not now, please.

- Look, just a minute, Doctor.

We don't catch him,
he'll do it again!

- Potential victims are your
concern, mine is that girl.

- I'll be back tomorrow then.

- Inspector.

Don't rely on anything.

You do understand it's her mind
which is so badly affected?

The state she's in now,
she may never make sense.

- I'll be back tomorrow.

(ominous music)

- The man.

Take the man away.

Please, take him away.

No.

- Sister.

No male staff, no (mumbles).

Tell the matron.

- Take him away, take
the bad man away.

Mother!

(vacuum whirring)

(phone ringing)

- [Jeff] Hello?

Yes?

I see.

Thank you for ringing.

It's the hospital.

No change.

- Miss Stevens?

Miss Stevens?

Look, I just want to
find the man.

I want to find that bad man
you've been talking about.

And you are gonna help
me find him, aren't you?

Miss Stevens, you don't
have to be frightened of me.

I'm a police officer.

See?

(ominous music)

(screaming)

- We're moving her
to Corby Hall.

- You haven't found it yet.

- No.

The ax, nor him.

Funny though,

I thought we would
have found him.

Well, judging from her injuries,

he didn't use the ax on her.

I sort of assumed she
took it to defend herself.

- Well, if she did, it
didn't do much good.

- Now.

Probably put his prints
on it during the struggle.

He did, well, what he did.

Ran out through here,
remembered the ax,

and climbed back for it.

- Well, how do you know that?

- Well, I don't, just guessing.

But there's mud on this carpet.

I wonder why he didn't k*ll her.

- He might as well have.

They've taken her to Corby Hall.

- I know.

- Well, she's not mad, is she?

- Well, very disturbed.

No wonder, after what
happened to her.

But as a woman, you must
understand that.

- When I think of poor
Nicky in a place like--

- Now, darling, it
isn't a place like that.

- No, Mrs. Holt.

Corby Hall's the best
in the country.

The most expensive.

- The Americans are showing
their customary generosity.

The embassy is paying
all the bills.

- Yes, but poor Nicky--

- They'll make her well again,
Mrs. Holt.

Well enough, I hope,
to have her talk to me.

Then I'll nail him.

- [Doctor] I understand
she has no family.

- [Jeff] None to speak of.

Couple distant aunts
in the States.

- I think we're the nearest
thing to family she has.

- Then I hope you will
visit her often.

It's important she does not
feel alone there, isolated--

- Yes, of course we will.

Come every weekend.

- Can I go and talk to her?

- Yes, but only bright feelings,
please.

Not you, Mr. Holt.

If you don't mind.

For the time being, it's best
she has only female contact.

- Dr. Ward.

How long is this going to take?

- Her progress is slow

but over the next few
months, I hope that she may--

- Few months?

- I'd say six at least.

- But then she will be
completely well again.

- Well, the experience
she's been through,

there must be scars of course.

But she will be a
perfectly normal

and healthy young woman again.

(knocking)

- Come in!

- [Woman] Detective
Constable Wallis, sir.

- Oh, good.

Need your help.

Bit dangerous, oh.

Not that dangerous, not
if these reports on you

are anything to go by.

Well now, Constable Wallis.

What I want from you is...

Why don't you sit down?

- I'm very pleased with you,
Nicola.

Very pleased indeed.

You see, cure is a
two way process.

We can lead, offer,
direct, but ultimately,

it must come from you.

The need to be cured must
be of your own volition

and there is no doubt

that you are meeting us
more than halfway.

You're doing very well.

(gasps)

But perhaps the most important
factor of all is time.

Time to forget.

Time to readjust.

- I'm sure it's going
to be good news.

- [Jeff] Don't build any hopes.

- They said be prepared
for a surprise.

- I know but don't build any...

- Don't build any hopes, yes,
I know.

You've already said that
about half a dozen times.

Really, darling, you're
beginning to sound

like a needle stuck in a groove.

- Well, that doesn't
outdate you.

But then, I always did
go for the older woman.

- I'm sure we're going to
see a great change in Nicky.

(thumping)

(sighs) She nearly ran
me off my feet!

- Nicola's making
commendable progress.

- I said we'd ask her
out for dinner.

Oh.

- I think that would be a
splendid idea.

Why don't you tell her, Mr.
Holt?

- Me?

- I told you she was making
commendable progress.

(laughs)

- Doctor, when can she leave?

Jeff and I want to take
her home with us,

sort of convalescence.

When can it be?

- Not yet.

- But it's been
nearly four months.

- [Doctor] I'll tell you when,
Mrs. Holt.

You mustn't feel responsible,
you know.

If you'd been home that night.

It wasn't really your fault.

- But I do feel responsible.

And I want her out of
here, back home with us.

- She's not ready yet.

- But she's--

- You only see her during
the day, Mrs. Holt.

We see her at night.

(ominous music)

(screaming)

(ominous music)

(gasps)

- [Man] Inspector.

- Well.

Well, well.

You've been tangling with
our Miss Wallis, have you?

Well, she's taller than me,
more prepossessing, prettier.

But me, I'm much nastier.

- I'm sorry, Inspector, I
think it's out of the question.

- But Dr. Ward, I have
the man, I've got him!

Now obviously he
denies everything

but if Miss Stevens were to
make a positive identification--

- Inspector, the most
terrifying thing

that can happen to a
woman has happened to her.

And we have spent nearly
six long months trying

to eradicate it from her mind
so that she can forget it

and begin again.

And now you want to
make her remember.

I can't stop you, I
can't forbid you,

but the responsibility
will be yours.

The mind is tough, Inspector.

It is resilient but it is
also extremely delicate.

Like everything else, it
will take so much

and then it snaps.

The responsibility
must be yours.

- Well, I'll have to see
what I can do without her.

After all, he was arrested
attempting as*ault.

I'll (mumbles).

- Thank you, Inspector.

- Doctor.

- Get me Mrs. Holt.

(dinging)

- How do you feel?

- About to go stark staring mad.

You have asked me that
at least a dozen times.

- Sorry, I'm concerned
about you, that's all.

- Well, you don't have to be,
I'm fine.

I'm just fine, I
absolutely promise.

- We're nearly there.

Jeff's meeting us at the station

and he's threatened
to cook dinner,

(laughs) so that means we'll
probably have to eat out.

Would it worry you?

I mean, being suddenly
pushed amongst people again.

- It wasn't people that
put me away, Virna.

Just one man.

- Well, you don't have to
worry about him.

They've caught him.

- Caught him?

- [Virna] Forget it.

- But you said--

- My big mouth, as usual.

Dr. Ward said you weren't
to be reminded of it.

- Well, why not?

It happened.

It happened to me.

So they've caught him.

- Look, Nicky, they've
caught a man.

Nothing's been proved yet.

It might not even be the man.

If it is, all he'll get is
a few years behind bars.

That's British justice for you.

American too, I suppose.

- No.

In some states, you might
still get the gas chamber

or the electric chair.

- Look, Nicky, I think Dr.
Ward was right.

Let's forget it, eh?

- Why don't you and
Jeff have a baby?

You're married, you're in
love, it's the perfect way.

- Well, we plan to eventually.

- Well, don't wait.

I mean, don't leave it
till it's too late.

- No.

We're there.

(ominous music)

Are you okay?

Jeff!

Jeff!

- Nicky!

You look great.

Doesn't she?

Off we go.

- Everything alright at home?

- Everything is beautiful,
madam.

A treat awaits you.

(ominous music)

- Oh, you've redecorated.

- We were going to anyway.

- Anyway?

Oh, this was Dr. Ward's idea,
wasn't it?

- Yes.
- No.

- Now Ward said we'll be
perfectly honest,

answer all questions with
total honesty,

so yes, it was his idea.

And we were going to
do it anyway.

See, we got in a clever stick.

It was a fine idea for you
to be coming to stay with us

but a bad idea for you to--

- To come back to
where it happened.

Well, I think it's an
improvement.

I mean, your colors are
so much brighter.

And your rearrangement
of furniture.

It's all so much better.

- Well, you'll get some
drinks, will you, darling?

I have spaghetti
bolognese to attend to.

- (laughs) Oh god.

- Oh, wasn't that just
about the best bolognese

you ever tasted?

- It was the best today,
I can promise you that.

- I'd an idea.

I thought I might take
a few days off,

drive you around a bit,
buy you lunch.

Oh, and there's a race
meeting over (mumbles).

Would you like to go?

- Well, I certainly would.

It would give me an excuse
for buying a new hat.

I'm sure Nicky would enjoy it.

- Of course she would.

And if the weather's fine,
we can bring a picnic lunch.

- One condition.

That I prepare the food.

- I don't think
they've caught him.

He's too clever.

- Nicky, of course
they've caught him.

- Was in the papers.

- No.

- [Virna] I promise
you, they've caught him.

- Well, they can't have,
because I've just seen him.

On the train, he was
on the train.

(phone ringing)

- Hello, Charles here.

Oh, yes, Mr. Holt.

What?

Yes, I see.

Be over right away.

- I saw him as clear as I'm
seeing you now, the same man.

- But you didn't mention
it to Mrs. Holt here.

In fact, you didn't
mention it at all.

Well, until much, much later.

- I was confused, I wasn't sure.

- Ah, you weren't sure.

- Yes.

But, well, Jeff and Virna
have been so kind to me

and I didn't want to
make a fuss.

- Well, this was the man who
attacked you, Miss Stevens!

- I didn't want to make a fuss.

- My mistake.

I will look into it,
you can be sure of that.

- Inspector?

You think she made a mistake?

- Well, perhaps not a
mistake exactly.

Mrs. Holt, the man who
attacked those women,

who attacked Miss Stevens,
is in my office now.

He's being formally charged.

- Well, then surely--

- He's made a full confession.

- He's admitted to
attacking Nicky?

- Well, funny enough, no,
he denies that,

but the other women, yes.

He's made a confession
and I'm satisfied.

- But Nicky--

- Mrs. Holt, if I came
here, I telephoned Dr. Ward.

- What?

- Miss Stevens is better,
much better.

She's still not
completely herself.

Delusional, disturbed.

It's to be expected.

- [Virna] You sound so sure.

- I'm sorry, I can't
act on (mumbles)

or give any credence to
what she may say.

That's part of the reason
I don't intend calling her

at the trial.

Part of me'd like to.

The other part says beware,
hold on,

she could lose you
the whole case.

The testimony of a woman who's--

- [Virna] She's not mad.

- Technically no,

but a good defense counsel
would tear her to shreds!

Look, you take it from me.

The man who attacked her is
safely under lock and key.

Good night, Mrs. Holt, sir.

- Good night, Inspector,
thank you for coming.

(ominous music)

(screaming)

- Nicky.

Darling, it's alright.

There, come on, it's alright.

♪ Doo dah, doo dah ♪

♪ The Camptown racetrack's
five mile long ♪

♪ Oh, doo dah day ♪

♪ Goin' to run all night ♪

♪ Goin' to run all day ♪

♪ I'll bet my money on a
bob-tail nag ♪

♪ Somebody bet on the bay ♪

♪ I came down there with me hat
caved in, doo dah, doo dah ♪

♪ I went back home with
a pocket full of tin ♪

♪ Doo dah, doo dah day ♪

- Well, it's a great day, innit?

Well, I'll tell you something.

I'm glad we didn't
back any winners.

Anybody can back winners.

Takes real skill to pack
a card full of losers.

- Well, that's a talent we
certainly have.

- Well, I think we got
value of our money

with 100 of hooves, the
sunshine, the excitement,

and quite a nice picnic.

- [Virna] Which I prepared.

- Which you prepared

and for which I
forgot to kiss you.

(kisses)

♪ Doo dah day, doo dah day ♪

♪ I'll bet my money on
thee bob-tail nag ♪

♪ Somebody bet on the bay ♪

(humming)

(ominous music)

(screaming)

- You've no idea what
triggered the attack?

I know she has
nightmares at night

but this was during the day?

Yes.

Yes.

Well, make sure she
has her sedation

and let me know if it
happens again.

Special measures?

No, Mrs. Holt, just
continue to treat her gently

and humor her little
whims where necessary.

- Yes, we will.

Thank you, Doctor.

Goodbye.

- Well?

- He said to humor her.

- I'm sorry.

I ruined a wonderful day.

- Oh, don't be silly!

Would you like a drink?

- [Virna] Nicky, have
you any idea why?

- It was just
something I imagined.

- What did you imagine?

- You know, I think I
will have that drink now.

And please, can we drop it?

I mean, it's not fair.

You've been so kind

and I all I do is spread
gloom and alarm.

- Don't be foolish, it's
why you're here,

so that we can look after you.

We want you to lean on us.

- Thank you.

You're the two nicest
people I ever met.

I'd like to toast to that.

Jeff and Virna.

- Cheers.

- Fresh eggs daily.

- What?

- Where's Stowford?

Is it near here?

- Well...

- It's about 10 miles, I think.

There's nothing much there.

Couple of farms, that's all.

Why?

- I don't know, I saw the
name somewhere and I wondered.

Do you think I could ask
a special favor?

- Of course.

- Whatever.

- Well, I want to start
trying to be independent again

and tomorrow I thought
I'd go out on my own

and face the world for a while.

- That's a good idea.

- But I do need to be
able to retreat quickly,

be encased in my own
little world.

So I wondered if I might
borrow your car.

- [Jeff] It's yours anytime.

(ominous music)

(chickens clucking)

- [Virna] He won't get but
a few years behind bars.

That's British justice for you.

- [Nicola] No.

In some states, you might
still get the gas chamber

or the electric chair.

(ominous music)

(screams)

(splats)

- [Jeff] It's nothing,
it's the tiniest dent.

- I feel so stupid.

My first drive and in
someone else's car.

- Nicola, darling, it's so minor

I'm not even going to
bother with a paint job.

It's a pretty sturdy car,
you know.

I think you could nearly
crash it into a brick wall

and hardly scratch it.

- Apart from that, how
was the rest of the day?

- Oh, very good.

I got something out
of my system.

- You take it again tomorrow.

- No.

I won't need it anymore.

I think I'll go to bed.

- I hope you sleep well.

- Oh, I shall.

I shall now.

Night.

(vacuum whirring)

I'll do that.

- Nearly finished!

- Well, something.

Wash the dishes, scrub up
the kitchen, something.

- You're a ball of
energy this morning.

- Yes, well, I want
to be useful.

- Oh, you may be sorry
you said that.

Well, I've just made up my mind

that I must do something
about the back garden.

It's a mass of mud and
we've hardly touched it

since we've been here, so if
you'd like to grab hold of--

- No.

I think I prefer something
a little more domestic.

I know, let me fix tonight's
dinner, I'd like that.

- Alright.

- [Nicola] Okay.

- Whatever you say.

- That was some meal.

Darling, you excelled yourself.

I think you've been spying
on me and picking up hints.

- (laughs) All the credit
goes to Nicky.

- Hm?

- Well, she cooked dinner.

- Oh.

Well, I don't think my
wife will mind.

(kisses)

You really are sitting up

and taking notice again,
aren't you?

- Since yesterday.

I don't know what it is

but it's as if there's
some great burden's

been lifted from you.

- You could say that.

- Well, whatever it is, my
stomach's had the benefit.

It was a marvelous meal.

- It's not finished yet,
the dessert.

No, no, I'll get it.

You sit down, you've done
enough running around

after me already.

Both of you.

- You should be proud
of both of us.

We've both been working
like pack horses all day.

Nicky in the kitchen and
me in the garden.

- Now the garden is a man's
work, you leave that to me.

I'll get 'round to it.

- Someday.

- That's right.

- Oh, anyway, it wasn't
all that difficult.

Some of it had been
dug up already.

(knocking)

- I'll get it!

(ominous music)

- Who is it?

Nicky?

Can I help you?

- [Man] Yes, I hope so.

My car has got in a twist.

I wondered if I might use
the telephone.

- [Jeff] Yes, of course,
come in.

- Thank you.

You look as though
you'd seen a ghost.

- This is Nicky, Nicky Stevens.

She hasn't been well but
she's alright now, hm?

You make your phone call

and then come and have a drink.

- Yes, thank you.

- It's Good Samaritan time.

Chap whose car's broken down.

Using phone.

Oh, that looks delicious.

You're not going to
deny us a taste are you?

- [Virna] No, of
course she isn't.

But I think you deserve the
honor of serving it, Nicky.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- [Man] The garage is
sending a man around.

- [Jeff] No, that's alright.

What would you like,
glass of wine?

- [Man] Oh, yes, thank you.

- [Jeff] Oh, this is
my wife Virna.

Nicola you've met.

- Hello, yes.

I'm sorry for bursting
in on you like this but--

- Oh, we know all about
defective motorcars.

- Sit down, would you?

- Thank you.

There, if you don't mind.

My leg's a bit...

- Oh, of course.

How did you get that?

- Skiing?

- No, nothing so exciting.

It was just an accident.

Stupid accident.

- [Jeff] Here you go.

- Thank you.

- Do you live near here?

- Um, not so far away.

- If I know anything about
the garages in this area,

you might as well prepare
yourself for a long wait.

- [Man] Do you mind if I smoke?

- [Virna] No, of course not.

- Anything else on this hit
and run at Stowford, sir?

- [Charles] Not a thing.

- [Man] Nasty.

- Life's nasty.

- Well, you'll feel better, sir,

once you've got a
scotch inside you.

- [Charles] You bet.

- By the way, sir.

- Yeah?

- [Man] There was a
telephone call for you.

- Who from?

- [Man] Hamburg, Germany.

- What'd they want?

- [Man] An interpreter.

(laughs)

But what I could make out,

there's someone
coming to see you.

Don't know when or why.

(ominous music)

- [Virna] I hope you
get home alright.

- [Man] Thank you.

- And drop in any time
you're passing,

you're always welcome.

- Do.

- That's very kind of you.

Yes, I will.

- [Virna] Good night.

- [Man] Good night.

- [Jeff] Very pleasant chap.

- Yes.

She didn't say a word
the whole time.

She seemed absolutely
terrified of him.

- Well, that's understandable.

He is a man.

So am I.

(kissing)

- Oh, I'm glad you rung, sir.

Good morning, sir.

Yes, I know, sir.

I just got back from the court.

Well, I agree.

Five years isn't much after
what he put those girls through.

Yeah, I wish now I'd got
the Stevens girl to testify.

Stevens.

Nicola Stevens.

Yeah, the American girl.

Well, if she'd appeared
for the prosecution,

might have been a
different story.

Still, that's modern justice.

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

Yeah, good...

Good...

Bye, sir.

Well, I think you did a
darn good job, you up there.

- Thank you, sir.

- Go and get you a coffee now.

- Thank you sir, I will.

(sighs)

- He's here, sir.

- Who is it?

- [Man] A chap from Germany.

- Private?

Well, private can wait.

- [Man] Yes sir.

- You're sure you're
going to be alright?

- Of course, I'm not a child.

Yes, I know I've been
behaving like one

but I can take care of
myself, better than you know.

- [Jeff] It's lunch we're
invited to, not dinner.

- Just making sure that
Nicky's going to be okay.

- Of course she'll be okay,
won't you?

- We should be back
by about seven.

- Not unless we go now.

- And you know where
we are if you want us--

- Darling, you are
behaving like a mother hen.

Now Nicola has assured
us she doesn't mind.

Now you mustn't ruin
her confidence.

- Oh, alright!

See you soon, darling.

(kisses)

The number's on--
- Come on!

- I'm coming!

The number's on the table
if you want it.

- Yes, I know, now go on.

- [Virna] Bye.

- Have fun.

(ominous music)

(clicking)

- The Inspector's busy, sir.

Hey, sir!

Sir.

The Inspector is still
very busy, sir.

- It is only because I
am a private detective.

I am used to it.

A certain indignation.

Usually I allow an
hour for such,

but I have now been waiting two.

- Well, I am busy.

- I can see that.

I'll just sit here.

So that you don't forget me.

Don't let me disturb you.

(ominous music)

- Alright, now, Mr...

- Balsam.

Conrad Balsam.

This is merely a courtesy visit

because I wish to make
some inquires in this area

and I do not wish to tread
on your official toes.

- Inquiries?

- I am trying to find
a man, a German citizen

who came to this country
more than six months ago

and has not been seen since.

- Oh, (mumbles)
official inquiries.

- Please, you wouldn't.

The purpose of his
visit took him to London

and it is there where the
inquiries are concentrated.

- Why come here?

- Because he once met a
girl on holiday

and she lives here in Salford.

- Simple then.

Go and ask her.

- Not so simple.

All I know is her name is
Sarah and she lives in Salford.

I don't think he knew any
more than that

but it is possible
that he thought,

Salford being a small town...

- Break his journey, ask around,
find her.

- Exactly.

- What do you want from me?

- Your official blessing.

The opportunity to sniff
around, ask a few questions.

- Who is this man?

- He would stand out
like a sore thumb.

Good appearance, well set up.

- I always need to thaw
out afterwards.

There's a pub across the way.

I'll stand you a scotch.

- Thank you, Inspector,

but I think I should
pursue my inquiries

with all possible speed.

- That's a change.

Most of the private fellows
I know are always keen

to stretch the case out,
pushing up the expenses.

- Yes, but I have a small
vested interest.

- Oh?

- Yes, very small.

About that high.

Blonde, she lives in Munich.

- (laughs) I see.

(ominous music)

(clinks)

- Hello.

Um...

Well, you were so kind to me
the other evening, I thought...

Oh, I rang the bell.

Several times, but...

Sorry if I frightened you.

- I'm not frightened.

- Oh, the leg is better now.

It wasn't as bad as I thought.

Stupid accident.

You are frightened.

Oh, I see.

They're out.

Mr. and Mrs. Holt, they're out
and you're all on your own.

- No.

They're in the garden.

- I didn't see them.

- Yes, they're there.

Behind the shed, they are there.

(ominous music)

- Well, you must be mistaken.

They're certainly not...

(door closes)

No!

(smacks)

(tapping)

- Excuse me.

I wonder if you ever
remember seeing this man.

It would be a remarkable
feat of memory if you did.

More than six months ago,
last February,

possibly alighting from
the London train.

- Sorry.

- Please, do study it again.

A man alone.

He may have seemed uncertain,
lost?

- Yes.

Chap with the ticket.

- What chap?

- Well, first, I thought he
was trying to get past me

without a ticket.

- And then you discovered he
just did not understand you.

- That's right.

How did you know that?

- Oh, when one puts two and
two together, my friend,

it inevitably makes four.

(ominous music)

(clicking)

(rustling)

(ominous music)

(screams)

(screaming)

(groans)

- Nicky, it's Jeff!

Nicky!

It's Jeff!

It's Jeff!

It's Jeff!

(breathing heavily)

Nicky?

(groans)

Oh, darling.

Oh no.

Oh, my love.

Oh my god.

Oh no.

(crying)

She didn't mean it.

We didn't think she'd
hear us come back.

He'd been drinking too much and
they wouldn't let him drive.

She didn't mean it.

- You better get the police.

- No.
- No.

My wife is right, she
must have been surprised.

I must have startled her.

I'll be alright.

(thumping)

(groans)

- He's dead.

He's dead at last.

- [Virna] That's the man
whose car broke down.

- Do you know this man?

- Very slightly.

He used the phone the other
evening when his car broke.

(ominous music)

- The police.

- Two men attacked, two dead.

Well, at least the chap we
arrested was the right man.

- But she didn't even see him.

- All she saw was a
newspaper report

about a fair-haired man.

- And along came my man,
a foreigner,

trying to find his way.

- He just happened to
have fair hair.

He just happened to fit
her fantasies.

- A fantasy.

A terrible delusion.

After the imagined as*ault,

she began to see the man she
imagined had attacked her

in every man.

To see his face in every face.

- But why?

- An imagined as*ault?

- Fear.

- Of what?

- Some childhood incident,
a half forgotten experience.

Imagination.

The human brain can t*rture

and torment itself to
destruction.

I doubt we shall ever know.

(ominous music)

(screaming)

(dramatic music)