735 - April 17, 1969

[bunniefuu]

[Trask narrating] - Collinwood in the year ,

a year of desperation

for many who live on the great estate,

no one seems untouched by the tragedies

happening around them.

And this night, a frightened governess

hides in a secret room of a mausoleum,

hides from a man who is determined to drag her back

to a past she hates.

And now, she waits for an old friend

to bring her the money she needs to escape.

[gate opening]

- Tim! Oh!

[gate opening]

- Good evening, Miss Drummond.

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[eerie music] ♪♪

- I never thought you - you - - Get back to the school.

- Rachel, please. Just let me explain.

- Damn you!

- I don't want both of us to be gone at the same time.

- That's your own fault.

- We have many responsibilities

to the little souls in our charge.

- Get out! Now!

Leave the girl to me.

- I'll say you shall not touch her.

- I act only in accordance with my own conscience.

- There is no reason why three cannot leave together.

- There is.

She and I must come to a firm understanding.

- Stop her!

- Let me go!

- So the devil is still driving you on?

I will not let you destroy yourself.

- Trask, will you leave her alone? - No! No.

- So you want her to think that you are the hero?

She won't be fooled into that mistake.

She knows you delivered her onto me.

She won't forget that.

Now, go.

[gate closes]

Now, my dear, tears will not move me,

only reason does,

calm reason.

- What are you going to do with me?

- I have asked divine providence for help

and I think I see my way clearly now.

Oh, Rachel, such hatred you feel,

such needless hatred.

I feel only compassion for you.

- If you just - if you send me back to Collinwood.

- And what is there for you? The children are with me.

- You don't know how sorry I am about that.

- You could help us with them.

- Even if I were there, you wouldn't let me.

- They miss you.

- If I were kind to them, even human,

you'd stop me.

- Perhaps our maker has chosen you

as some strange instrument of change for me.

- You don't believe that anymore than I do.

- Perhaps we were meant to change each other.

I've always believed you belong to Worthington Hall.

Mrs. Trask and Charity feel the same way.

They will welcome you back.

- Oh, yes. I know their welcome.

I can see it in their eyes, glad I'm back.

Why are they? For the same reason you are.

Because nobody escapes Reverend Trask.

When I think what you've done to Tim.

- He has changed for the better, yes.

- For your better, not for his.

- It is useless to talk more with you tonight.

You are still too emotionally upset.

The devils within you will not let you be rational.

Come.

- Where are you taking me?

- Why, wherever you want to go.

- No, you don't mean that.

- Within the limits of your choice. - And my choice?

- Worthington Hall -- - Or the police.

- It would only be my duty.

If you knew how Mrs. Trask, how she feels,

every night, I hear her sobbing.

- We had nothing to do with his death.

- I realized that you are incapable of confession now.

- But I didn't know anything about it until Tim --

- Admitted it?

What the good book says about thieves and liars is true.

He told me he had no knowledge of the affair but you,

you are the one.

- I don't believe it.

- You still trust him even after tonight.

I wish you had that kind of loyalty for me.

I am willing that both of us

should have the chance to make that happen

unless, of course,

you are martyr enough to choose the police.

Which will it be, Miss Drummond,

Worthington Hall or a m*rder charge?

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- Nora.

Nora, darling.

You must come to me.

I need you, Nora.

I'm so alone without you and Jamison.

You're the reason I came back.

Nora, can you hear me? Can you hear my voice?

Nora, you must find the flame, Nora.

You will hear my voice so clearly if you find a flame.

Nora.

Nora, come to me.

Oh, Nora, you don't know what it's like without you.

You are there. I can feel it.

In the fire, darling.

Come to the fire.

Look into the fire.

You will see my face in the flames.

- I don't see you.

Mother, why are you like this?

Why you called me and I can't see you?

- Come closer.

- No.

No. You'll leave me again.

You always leave us.

- When you grow up, you'll understand.

- What do you mean, Mommy?

- Then you'll understand.

- Where are you?

Mommy?

Mommy, why do I hear your voice?

Why can't I see you?

Mommy?

- Look into the fire, Nora.

If you love me, come to the fire.

- I don't see you.

- Come closer.

- No.

No! I'm afraid.

- You used to trust me, darling.

I remember that so well, my darling.

- Why don't you simply come here and take me away.

- I can't, Nora.

You must do as I tell you, darling.

Oh, do you think I wanted to leave you.

Oh, that night, that night in Collinwood,

I went to your room

and I saw you there sleeping.

They wouldn't let me take you,

you and Jamison.

They'd have taken me --

They'd have taken you away,

you and Jamison.

- I will come to you, Mommy.

- Do you want to be with me?

- Always.

- The come closer, darling, please.

Look into the fire.

I told you you'll see me.

I shall be smiling, Nora.

Nora, do you see my face now?

- No. No!

- Come closer, darling, now.

- I do see you! I do!

- Come to me, Nora. Come to me.

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Wherever, my darling.

Trust me, trust me.

- Nora?

Nora, what's wrong?

- I want my mommy. I want my mommy!

- Look at me, Nora.

- Don't turn away from me, Nora. Don't.

- Mr. Shaw.

I remember coming in here but what was I doing?

- Oh, I think you must have been sleepwalking but,

well, you seem all right now. - No.

No!

Where is mommy? I thought I saw mommy.

- Nora, you were asleep.

- Then I wouldn't be here.

- Yes, you could be.

- I want to go home.

I want to go back to Collinwood.

- Well, we'll just make everything all right.

- No. No, you can't make it all right.

You are not my father.

- Nora, What's going up? - Nora!

- You've come for me. - Miss Drummond.

- Don't cry. I want to go home.

- No Nora, I'm not crying.

- Oh, yes, you are.

- No, no.

- Miss Drummond is simply happy to see you, Nora.

You have something to do, I presume.

Miss Drummond is pleased

that I am not going to punish you

for being up when you shouldn't be.

- But we are going to leave, aren't we?

My mommy did send you for me.

- Nora, what are you saying?

- I know she did.

- You had best tell the child why you're here.

- I will. Will you leave us alone?

Reverend Trask, there are times when people

have to be left alone.

- I told you you might change me, my dear.

- Did mommy send you for me?

- Well, yes, in a way.

- What do you mean "in a way"?

Either she did or she didn't.

- Your mother - your mother knew

that I was going back to the school to teach.

- Here?

You're going to be here all the time?

- Now, does that please you?

- Oh, yes. - Really?

Because if it does, it's terribly important.

- I missed you so much.

- Oh, Nora.

Your mother doesn't know that I'm going to watch over you,

and I will.

I swear I will.

- Of course, Rachel, you always do.

- I won't forget you said that, Nora.

- Miss Drummond. - Yes.

- If your explanation is finished.

- I would like a few more minutes.

- You've had quite enough time.

Nora?

- I'll take her upstairs.

- Sir.

Didn't you mean to say "sir", Miss Drummond?

- I will take her upstairs, sir.

- No.

That would be favoritism

and that is something we do not permit

at Worthington Hall.

I hear the children's prayers each evening.

I shall hear Nora's and it shall be a long one.

- Is it wise to make prayer into a punishment?

- Her punishment will come later.

- I don't want to go up with him, Rachel.

- I'll take her upstairs, please.

- You forget your place so quickly, Miss Drummond,

and besides, Timothy is here

to offer you his apologies.

He is filled with shame, I am sure.

I wouldn't stop him telling you about it.

Come, Nora.

You are going to bed.

- Oh, good night.

- Well, I see once again he's succeeded

in coming between you and I.

- Don't ever speak to me again.

Ever, ever gain.

- Rachel, listen to me.

Trask, well, he says not only that I k*lled Simon

but that you, you, Rachel are implicated

so you see, it's much worse than I thought.

You could have run away,

but he would have found you no matter how far you'd run.

He is determined that we both should seem to share the guilt,

that you should be guilty,

that you and I both should be guilty.

[knocking on door]

- Who is it?

Who is there?

- Are there no servants at Worthington Hall?

I'm not accustomed to letting myself in.

- Who are you?

- I am Laura Collins and I come for my children.

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You are Mr. Trask, of course.

- Reverend Trask.

- Anyone can call themselves anything.

I know a woman in Brooklyn once

insisted she was a countess,

but you are Trask.

Yes, there's no doubt about that.

- But you could be anyone as far as I'm concerned,

anyone at all.

I have too much respect

for the defenseless souls in my charge.

- Oh, please, don't be dreary.

- Dreary, Madam?

- Surely you know the word.

Simply have my children brought down here

if there's anyone to bring them.

- And how am I to know that you are there mother?

- Oh, what a trusting man you are.

- There is no question of the children leaving the school.

- Jamison possibly. Nora will leave here tonight.

I'm willing to take them one at a time.

- As far as I know, Madam, their mother is away.

- You should keep more in touch.

- My wife returned from Collinwood this afternoon.

She made no mention of your return.

- Hmm. How odd.

I thought her a great gossip.

- Minerva? Madam.

- Now, will you have Nora sent down.

- I will not.

Not without proper orders from Miss Judith Collins

or Mr. Edward Collins.

I shall call Collinwood

and verify your strange appearance.

- Do.

- What's wrong, Mr. Trask?

- It burned my hand.

- I've always thought the telephone

an instrument of the devil, haven't you?

- I have not.

What a ridiculous conversation.

I don't know what I could have been thinking of

to call Mr. Edward Collins.

We have rules at Worthington Hall, Madam.

- Ah, rules are made to be broken.

- Not here.

The children are asleep. They shall remain asleep.

We do not encourage visits

even from members of the immediate family

unless of course it's an emergency.

Then you won't reconsider?

- No.

- Not wise.

Not wise at all.

- Are you threatening me?

- My children will not spend one more night in this school.

- Nora!

- She's come for me.

- Nora, Reverend Trask sees you up again.

- But my mother is here.

- Oh, sweetheart.

- She is. I know it.

- Nora, did you imagine you saw us by the window?

- No.

No, I just felt it.

- Nora, I'm afraid you're wrong.

- No. No, I'm not, Rachel.

Please, find her for me. Please.

You won't let me see her. I know it.

- Nora, I -- - You say you're my friend.

- All right, sweetheart. I'll go see

but you stay in this room and don't let anyone know

that you're in here.

- Mommy?

Why can't I see your face?

Why are you always hiding from me?

If you've come for me, let me see you.

Let me.

- Mrs. Collins?

Now, why are you asking about her?

Why kind of insolence is this?

Must I tell you everyone I speak to each day?

- Reverend Trask, I simply wondered if she'd been here.

- Why?

Why do you ask?

There is a reason.

- No, no. There's no reason.

- You're lying.

Have you learned to lie, too?

Don't you remember anything we taught you

at Worthington Hall?

Must we teach you everything again?

- No, Reverend Trask. I'm just --

There is a fire.

The children! The children!

- Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy, where are you?

Mommy, help me!

Somebody, help me!

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