04x02 - Nurse Will Make It Better

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(trumpets blaring)

(drums banging)

(chimes tinkling)

(trumpets blaring)
(drums banging)

- Oh no, no, ah, oh, ah, no, no,
no!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, no,
oh, fire,

fire and brimstone!

No, no, fire, fire
and brimstone!

No, no, oh, oh!

(fire crackling)
(suspenseful organ music)

No, no, must stop her,
must stop her!

Must stop her, no, no, oh!

(suspenseful organ music)
(fire crackling)

Wake up, must wake up, oh,
must wake up!

Ah, ah, ah, ah!
(suspenseful organ music)

(Mr. Lyall gasping)

(knocking on door)

I know why you're here.

I can't help you.

- You must!

- [Mr. Lyall] It's too late!

- Look!

You must help me!

- Help you?

Help you, brother?

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)
(bell tolling)

(Porter barking)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, get
over, move it, go on.

(Porter barking)

Oh yeah.

(toy squeaks)

Hey, hold it, where'd you
get this, what you doing?

Go on!

(Porter barking)

- Suzy, are you ready?

Suzy?

- Charley's gonna marry Simon.

(Ruth laughs)

Says so right here, look!

American diplomat's
daughter to marry

British photographer
Simon Burns.

- Yeah, but last week
they were betting

on that Greek shipping
magnate, weren't they?

- Yeah, but Simon's much nicer.

And you think so, too.

(doorbell rings)

I'll get it, it'll be Simon.

Simon!

- Hello Suzy.

- Oh!

(Simon laughs)

Look, I can't ride him
now, gotta go to church.

- Nobody's riding him, and
the mare's for Charley.

Is she up yet?

Morning, Ruth.

- Good morning, yes,
she's up and about

or she ought to be, she
knew you were coming.

- That doesn't necessarily
follow, does it?

Not with Charley.

- Well, I'll tell her
you're here.

- Now it's bad for the American
image if we arrive late.

- Ah, good morning, Simon.

- [Simon] Good morning, sir.

- Looks as though I'm
faking an entrance.

Well now, we are ready?

- Yes sir.

- Carson, I hardly think
it's necessary

for you to come along.

- Well I'm sorry sir,
but my instructions are

to accompany you at
all public appearances.

- Public appearances, a service
in a small village church?

Do you know there
hasn't been an act

of violence in this
place in 400 years.

- Well I'm sorry, sir, but,
well, I am a devout church goer.

(both laugh)

- All right, but I
insist this stays behind.

- All right, sir.

- [Edgar] Security.

Simon, will you stay for lunch?

- Oh, it depends on
Charley, but thank you sir.

- [Ruth] She'll be
down in a moment.

- Right, thanks, Ruth.

- {Edgar] Let's go, girls.

- You don't make Charley
- Suzy!

- Go to church.

Why doesn't she have to go?
- Because Charley,

oh, because she's Charley,
that's why.

C'mon girls, let's go,
see you later, Simon.

- Yes indeed.

(Simon laughs)

Charley!

- [Charley] Won't be a moment!

- I brought the mare
for you to try.

If you like her, she's yours.

(peaceful music)

- Good morning, Simon.

(suspenseful music)

Come, get up, come on,
come on, come on, get up!

(suspenseful music)

- How do you like her?

- Your horse could
outrun her any day.

- Oh, Stallion's a brute,
he takes some handling.

But she's fun, isn't she?

Hey, aren't you, my beauty?

You are really frisky there.

She's one of the nicest
mares I've come across.

- He's male and I haven't
met a male I couldn't handle.

Get up, get up.

- Don't be stupid, Charley!

He's too strong for you!

- [Charley] Come on!

(Charley yelling indistinctly)

Come, get up, come on, come on!

(horse whinnys)
(Charlie screams)

- Charley?

Charley?

(Charley groans)

- I can't move, I can't move!

- [Simon] Don't try, don't try,

lie back.
- I can't move!

(sad music)

(Charlie screaming)

(glass shattering)

Get out, get out, get out,
I hate you,

get out, get out, get out!

I can't stand it, get out!

(Charley cries)

- [Nurse] Excuse me.

(suspenseful music)

- [Charley] No, no!

(Charley crying)
(suspenseful music)

- Ruth, please, you
try this time.

- Okay.

(doorbell rings)

- Yes?

- [Bessy] Mr. Harrow?

- Yes.

- The agency sent me.

I'm the new nurse.

Oh yes, I'm going to
like it here.

- Nurse?

- Elizabeth Morne, but I
like people to call me Bessy.

- [Charley] No, I don't
want to, I don't want to.

- Maybe you better start
right away then, Bessy.

- Sooner, the better.

- [Edgar] My daughter's
a difficult patient.

- [Charley] No, I don't want to!

No, I don't want to.

- Stay still!
- No!

- [Ruth] You know
you're supposed to!

(Charley screaming)

- [Ruth] Please Charley!

- [Charley] No, look,
don't touch me!

I just want to be left
alone, do you understand?

I want to be left, and
who the devil are you?

- I'm your new nurse, dear.

(Charley sighs)
- Nurse?

- Oh, we have been making
a noise, haven't we?

Upsetting and
distressing ourselves.

- Ruth, get her out of here.

- My sister has these
moods, the doctors have said

that we have to--

- I know dear, I know
all about it.

Now why don't you run
along so that your sister

and I can get to
know each other.

- I don't want a new nurse!

I'll run you out like
all the others.

- That's not very nice, dear,

talk like that's never
gonna make you better.

- I am not going to get better!

Not ever, I am stuck
here until I die.

Now you get out of here,
do you hear me?

Get out, get out, get
out, get out, get out!

(suspenseful music)

- You'll see, dear,
this'll make it better.

(suspenseful music)

- She's sleeping now, the
rest will do her good.

- Well then, she's taken to you?

- Well, not quite, but she will.

- I hope so, I imagine
the agency told you.

- Seven nurses in as many weeks,
right?

- Yes, the last one stayed,
what?

Two days, I saw it
coming this morning,

that's why I called the agency.

- Ooh, I'm glad you did, she's
a difficult one, determined.

- I don't think you
quite understand

the circumstances, Miss, uh?

- Bessy, I like people to
call me Bessy.

- Well, Bessy, my sister
was a very active girl

and very beautiful, now
since the accident

it's hardly been.
- I know.

My last case was not unlike it.

Mr. Harrow?
- Yes?

- [Bessy] I do like to be as
near my patients as possible.

Who occupies the room
next to your daughter?

- I do.

- Oh, well then in that case
you won't mind moving out,

will you dear, for your
sister's sake?

- No, no, I guess not.

- [Bessy] Thank you, dear.

- Well, will there be
anything else you need, Bessy?

- Well, I do like to eat
with the family.

It makes less of a gap
between your daughter and me

if she doesn't regard
me as a sort of servant.

- Of course.

- And your daughter's welfare
is totally my concern.

She will be totally
under my control, agreed?

- Agreed.

- I knew I was going to
like it here.

- Hey Ruth, Ruthie, boy
just asked me for a date!

Who are you?

- I'm Bessy, your sister's new
nurse, and you must be Suzy.

- That's right.

- And you're about 16, right?

- And three months.

- 16 is such a lovely,
susceptible age.

- Hey, what are you making?

- It's a herb broth
for your sister.

- Herbs!

- Oh yes, I believe in them.

- Sage and cowslip
and devil's foot

- Mm?
- And,

this one, we call it
devil's foot.

- What a funny name, never
heard it called

that before, not a bit like it.

(Porter growling and barking)

- [Carson] That's a
good, stop that, stop it.

He's not fierce, really,
he only sounds fierce.

You gonna fight with me?

I'm sorry if he scared you.

(door slams)

(Porter barking)

Heel, Porter, heel, that's
it, sit, sit, behave yourself,

stop that, who's the new
addition to the household?

The big lady.

- Oh, the latest nurse.

- Oh, for Pete's sake,
not another one.

You know, I wish your dad
would keep me informed.

Well you know, security,
everyone has to be checked out.

- You haven't found a potential
assassin yet, have you?

- No, no, it's just a
formality, you know that.

Stop that, Porter, this
one, I'm, I'm not so sure.

Porter didn't like her,
his hair stood right

up on his back, didn't we?

And sometimes I'd rather
trust a dog than people.

- Well, her name is
Elizabeth Morne,

Bessy, and she comes
from the agency

with a better pedigree
than Porter's.

- Did you hear what she said,
Porter?

- Yeah, Carson looks after
Pop, not that anyone's

ever likely to take a shot
at him, he's far too nice.

But wouldn't that be exciting?

A stake-out around the house,

b*ll*ts flying, the riot squad.

- You do have a leaning
towards violence, dear.

- No, just for something
exciting to happen around here.

- Does Mr. Carson
live around here?

- Yeah, like one of the family.

- And his dog?

- You hit me.

- I'm sorry about that,
but, well, sometimes a bit

of shock treatment, anyway,
the rest will have done

you good, oh, such a fright,
we can't have

people seeing you like this.

- I don't want people to see me.

Don't want to see anyone.

- Not now, perhaps, but
later on when you're better.

- I'm not going to get
better, I broke my back.

I'll never be better.

- That's because you
don't believe.

Once you start to believe,
really believe,

things will be different.

(Porter barking)
(suspenseful music)

(Porter barking and whining)

(Bessy humming)

- Porter!

Hey, Porter!

Porter!

(whistles)

Here boy!

Porter!

Porter!

Porter!

(toy squeaks)

(suspenseful music)

Porter, Porter!

Porter!

(suspenseful music)

- [Suzy] Think it's
horrible, really horrible.

- Did you tell the police?

- Yeah, but what can they do?

- Poor old Porter was
such a nice dog.

- I ever get my hands on--

- It'd probably been
worrying sheep or chickens.

You know what these
farmers are like.

Mm, that was delicious!

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I'll just go

and attend to my little charge.

- Porter never went after sheep,
did he?

- Never, never.

- Well, you've hardly
touched your soup, dear.

- I don't want soup,
anyway, it tasted funny.

- But it'll help to
make you better.

(Charley sighs)

You don't believe I can, do you?

But I can make you better,
course a lot depends

on you, your cooperation,
we would have to come

to an agreement, a bond between
us that nothing could break.

We'd be soul mates, dear.

(Charley laughing)

- That woman is certainly
making a change around here.

(Ruth knocking on door)

- Charley, are you awake?

Good night, Charley.

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought I
smelled something burning.

- My pipe, I like that
slow burning sensation.

Of course, I can only
enjoy it in private,

much too masculine
for public use.

- Well, goodnight then.

- Goodnight, dear, sleep well.

(suspenseful music)

- Well?

There's an improvement,
isn't there?

There is an improvement?

- None that I can detect.

(Charley sighs)

But you're more cheerful,
you're brighter than yourself

and that's a good thing, this
new nurse is doing you good.

See you next week, Charley.

Well done, you're taking
excellent care of her.

- Thank you, doctor.

- [Charley] There's no change,
not even a tiny change.

- I told you it would
take a little time.

Rome wasn't built in a day,
mind you,

it took less than a day
to destroy it by fire.

How are you getting on
with your studies?

- I am about halfway.

- Ah, that's my girl, my girl!

- Ah, 'scuse me.

- [Ruth] Carson?
- Hm?

- [Ruth] How did she check out?

- [Carson] Hm?

- [Ruth] The new nurse, Bessy.

- Oh, they're gonna
have to go right

through the whole
procedure again.

- [Ruth] You mean you
can't trace her?

- Oh, on the contrary,
the spot trace they ran

on there took them way,
way back.

Too far, they couldn't
find a birth certificate,

just an uninterrupted lineage,
must have been a slip-up

in our records somewhere or
Bessy's older than a Methuselah.

- I know every word by heart,
I'm ready, aren't I, Bessy?

I must be ready!

- [Bessy] You're very
close, now hold still.

- But when, you must know when,
how soon?

- Charley!
- Ruth!

- I feel as if I haven't
seen you in days.

You're looking so much
better and brighter,

oh, and thank goodness
you're letting someone do

something with your
hair at last.

- Oh, it has to look good now,
doesn't it?

For when I'm up and about again.

- Charley, I think it
would be a mistake

to start raising false hopes,
you know what the doctor said.

- I don't believe in
doctors, I believe in Bessy.

- Well, I'll come back later.

- When Bessy, when?

- Well, how would this
evening suit you?

- Father?
- Yes?

- I'm worried about Charley

and whatever Bessy's
been telling her.

Charley's convinced that
she's going to walk again.

Bessy's been feeding it to her.

Now I'm not so sure we shouldn't
find ourselves a new nurse.

- Ruth, how can you say that?

From the moment Bessy arrived,

Charley's been a more cheerful,

more amenable girl,
certainly a quieter one.

- Yes, but if Bessy's
been raising false hopes

then what is it gonna?
- It must be psychologically

right to get her
interested in something!

- And what's gonna happen
when the letdown

comes?
- I'm sure Bessy knows

exactly what she is doing,
now come on,

let's have some dinner!

Ah.

(Charley gasping)

- Thank you, Ruth.

You know, I wish Simon
would come back here again.

- Now you know very well
Charley put a stop to that.

She wouldn't let him.

- Yes, but he could comes
to see me, couldn't he?

- Why not?

- Well if Charley doesn't
want him, I wouldn't mind him.

- Suzy!

- Well, I wouldn't.

Nor would Ruth, she misses him,
too.

(speaking in foreign language)

(Charlie gasping)

I guess you are right, Simon
is a little old for me.

Anyway, Tommy'd be jealous.

- And who is Tommy?

- [Suzy] The boy I'm
dating in the village.

- [Edgar] Dating?

If your mother was still alive!

Ruth, did you know about this?

- No.

- I was gonna tell Ruth
the other day.

Bessy stopped me.

- Bessy?

- Well, she said I was old
enough to have a little fun.

Said I was old enough
for anything.

(speaking in foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

(Bessy speaking in
foreign language)

(Charley gasping)

(Bessy screaming)

(wind whistling)

(suspenseful music)

- Pete's sake, what was that?

- I heard a scream.

(Edgar grunts)

A terrifying scream.

It's Charley!

Charley!

(suspenseful music)

- Charley!

(suspenseful music)

Charley!

(Edgar and Charley laughing)

Thank God!

- God?

(rain drumming)

(doorbell rings)

- Oh!

Oh, Ruth, where is she?

- [Ruth] Upstairs.

- Oh, when she called me,
I couldn't believe it,

after so long, oh it is
true, isn't it, Ruth?

- [Ruth] Yes, it's true!

- It's fantastic, miraculous!

Upstairs you said?

- Simon, she's still very
fragile, don't tire her.

(knocking on door)

- Come in.

- Charley.

I can't believe it, I
really can't believe it.

- [Charley] That's a
secret, Simon, believing.

- Remember, my lovely,
be faithful.

(suspenseful music)

- You feel it too, don't you?

I don't know, an atmosphere,
I don't know,

but I don't like it.

- Bessy!

Bessy?

Bessy!

- Hello, Mr. Harrow.

- Bessy, there's no doubt you
brought a considerable change

to this household, Charley,
she's just as she was.

- No, more so.

- Bessy, I know your job
is done here now,

I hate the thought of
you moving away.

What I mean is this
house is yours

as long as you care to stay.

- Well, I shall have to
move on sometime.

(suspenseful music)

But not right away.

Still things to do,
things to take care of.

I'll be here a little while yet.

- Ruth!

Ruth!

- In here!

- Ruth, she's agreed!

Charley, she said yes,
we're gonna be married!

I'm just gonna take her out
for a drive to discuss details.

Oh no, well.

Look, she wants that fur
outfit, you know where it is?

- [Ruth] Married?

- Isn't it marvelous?

And I wanna get her moving
before she changes her mind,

you know Charley, now I'll
have to talk to your father,

of course, and make

arrangements,
and the press'll be

on to it, oh well, I can.
- Oh, Simon,

you can't marry Charley.

- Can't marry her,
what do you mean?

- Well, she's still an invalid,
I mean, she's too weak.

- She looks fine to me.

- No, it's just too soon,
I mean, we don't know yet.

- Don't know what?

Ruth, what's the matter?

- She's jealous.

Jealous, Bessy told me.

(engine revving)

- Ruth.

Ruth, I know how you feel.

- You don't know, you
damn well don't know.

(suspenseful music)

- Run him down!

Run him down!

- Charley!

(Charley laughs)

Charley, what?

(Charlie screams)

(Charley laughing)

(Simon gasps)

- I'm sorry.

- You were trying to
warn me about something

and I didn't listen,
what was it?

- I don't know, like
Carson, I just don't know.

- Eh?

- Well, they're disinfected,
and if you just let

the air get it, you might
end up with no scar.

- Thank you, Ruth.

- I don't know, but I'm
gonna find out.

- I'm not, I'm not, you
have to drag me there!

- I can't force you to go
to church, Suzy,

I wouldn't want to, but
I would like you to go.

(bell pealing)

- Maybe she's getting
sick or something.

I better stay behind with her.

- Well, I have to go.

There's no such thing
as an ungodly diplomat.

- No, sir.

(bells pealing)

(Suzy laughing)

(Bessy and Suzy laughing)

- [Bessy] Oh!

(suspenseful music)
(bell pealing)

(peaceful music)

- Bessy?

Bessy!

I'm expecting a call
from the States

and I just discovered that
Father left his notes behind,

well his notes, he's
delivering the address today

and without his notes,
he's just gonna dry up.

I was wondering if you
could run them over for me.

- Oh, of course I will!

Where is he?

- In church, you know, without
his notes he's like a ship

without a sail.
- Ooh, ooh, ooh!

Oh, oh, ah, I think
I've twisted it.

Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Miss Harrow,

I'm afraid you'll have
to go after all.

Never mind, I'll, I'll sit
here and wait for your call.

(suspenseful music)
(bell pealing)

(suspenseful music)

- Mrs. Fuller?

Mrs. Fuller?

I'm Ruth Harrow, I got your
address from the agency,

the nursing agency, I'm
sorry to bother you,

but I thought I might
ask you a few questions.

I understand a few months
ago, you were very ill.

- Oh, yes, yes.

- Well, you're
obviously fine now.

- Oh marvelous, myself again,
more than myself, I'm fine.

- I can see that, well it
must have been a miracle cure.

- Oh, it was, just revelation.

- [Ruth] Brought about by your
nurse, Miss Elizabeth Morne?

- Do you know Bessy?

Oh, I do wish she'd
come and see me.

But she can't, she told me
she has other work to do.

- What did she mean by that,
what work?

More miracle cures?

- You don't like Bessy.

- No, I just would like
to know more about her,

that's all, I was hoping
you'd be able to help.

- More about her, you want me
to tell you more about Bessy?

I'll tell you, I'll show you.

(Ruth screams)

(Mrs. Fuller laughing)

- Helen, Helen, Edwards,
Edwards!

(Mrs. Fuller laughing)

Oh, leave us alone!

Leave us alone for pity's sake!

(Mrs. Fuller laughing)

- Carson, would you come here?

- Just checking the grounds.

- It's not outside you
should be checking.

- Good news, my lovely,
we found a new disciple.

(suspenseful music)

- Crazy, you're crazy.

- Come on, Carson, your
dog, that atmosphere

that you've been feeling.

- They're not facts.

- Then get some, you're
supposed to be

the security man around
here, the investigator.

I told you, I saw Mrs. Fuller,

now if you're not
gonna believe me,

I think it's.
- Oh, I believe you.

I believe you saw what you saw.

I'd like to have a look
inside her room.

Sometime when she's not there,

but I can't leave your father.

- Father's gonna be at the
embassy all day tomorrow,

he'll be knee deep in
security men.

- Oh!
(Suzy laughing)

(Bessy laughing)

- Hey!

- Now, what else do I see?

- The Becketts just called,
it seems they have a glut

of eggs just now, new laid,
free range.

We can have as many as
we can carry.

Suzy, wanna come and help me?

Look, it's only five
minutes away.

That new foal of theirs is
up on its feet.

- I'd like to see that.

- Then you run along, my dear.

- Bessy, why don't you
come along, too.

We could certainly use
an extra hand.

- Yeah, you come too, Bessy,
please.

- All right, my lovelies,
why not?

(suspenseful music)

- [Suzy] Look at this one!

(chickens drowning out Bessy)

This one's a hen!

- Oh!

- [Suzy] See!

- Ooh!

- Aw, man, it's a little one.

- Look what I found!

- Bessy, trust you!

- Golly!

(suspenseful music)

You're a stupid chicken!

Bessy, Bessy, but!

- [Ruth] Come on!

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, dear, you know.

It's no good, dear.

No good at all.

(suspenseful music)

(g*n bangs)

(g*n clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(Carson gasps)

(suspenseful music)

- That wasn't necessary,
dear, not necessary at all.

Still, it showed winning,
now why don't you fetch me

my little box of tricks?

(suspenseful music)

Ruth!

It's Mr. Carson.

He's dead, some kind of
a heart attack.

- A heart attack?

- Well it must have been!

There isn't a mark on him.

(suspenseful music)

- Ruth, I think you must be mad!

- That's what Carson
said, only now he's dead.

- Of natural causes!

Look, you think when a security
man dies they don't look

at it from every angle,
check, double check?

Ruth, read for yourself,
natural causes,

no further need to investigate.

- He was searching Bessy's room.

- He was found dead
here at this desk,

and for Pete's sake,
why would he want

to search Bessy's room?

- Because she's evil!

- What is this, this
constant persecution

of Bessy by you?

- Maybe we are the ones
who are being persecuted!

- Ruth, darling, you're
distraught, you're upset

I can see.
- No, I am trying

to save us, save this family.

- From what?

- I don't know.

From Bessy.

- Oh there you go
with Bessy again!

- Father, I know that
I am right about this,

I know it, now Carson knew it,

too!
- I won't listen

to you anymore.
- Father?

- [Edgar] Not another word.

- Father, please.

(Suzy laughing)

- Thanks for getting me
out of that house, Simon.

I was beginning to think that.

You're a good driver.

- I like to think so.

What man doesn't?

- Could we go faster?

(suspenseful music)

- You wanted to talk to me,
what about?

- I do want to talk to you,

I'm gonna tell you some things
that you're not gonna believe

but somehow I'm gonna make
you believe me.

Let's just go faster.

(suspenseful music)

- Make me believe what?

- You really are a good driver.

You never once crashed a car,
have you?

(suspenseful music)

(sexy music)

(suspenseful music)

- Mrs. Bayer?

Charlotte Harrow.

Yes, Charley.

Oh no, I'm fine now, fine.

Oh, I'd love to come to another
one of your lovely parties,

especially if your
husband's there.

In fact, that's why I'm calling,

to tell you what good
friends we are.

Your husband and me, much,
much more

than good friends as a
matter of fact.

(suspenseful music)

(brakes squealing)

(tire whirring)

(siren blaring)

(sexy music)

(siren blaring)

(sexy music)

(knocking on door)

- Simon.

- Mr. Harrow, I'm, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, the tire burst,

the damn thing swerved,
I couldn't control it.

- For god's sake, what happened?

Suzy, turn that damn thing off!

What happened?

- It's Ruth, sir.

- Ruth!

(sexy music)

Oh god.

- [Simon] I got her
straight to the hospital,

they examined her.

There's nothing physically
wrong with her.

- [Edgar] Take her upstairs,
quick.

- [Simon] It's just shock.

It's just shock!

(suspenseful music)

- Ruth?

Ruth?

- How is she, doctor?

- She's gonna be all right,
isn't she?

- Doctor?

- Oh, I agree with the hospital,

nothing physically wrong
with her, no concussion.

- No, but she's just
- They just.

- Lying there, not moving.

- Well your daughter's in
a state of catatonic shock,

Mr. Harrow, but purely
psychological,

just as real as a
physical paralysis.

- When will she come out of it?

- Can't tell, few hours
perhaps, or a few weeks.

- Weeks?

- Well we'll keep her warm,

feed her intravenously
if necessary.

(door knob rattles)

Oh, it's a good thing
you're still here.

I'm not expecting another
of your miracle cures,

but you will stay on and
look after her, won't you?

- Course I will.

- Well done.

- Don't you worry yourself, Mr.
Harrow.

I'll take good care of
Ruth for you.

- Yes, thank you.

(suspenseful music)

- [Bessy] Start right away.

(suspenseful music)

- Yes, well it is only a
question of time, Mr. Harrow.

I think the main thing,
really, is not to worry.

Do you want me to
prescribe anything for you?

- No, no, I'll be all
right, thanks, doctor.

- I'll call in again tomorrow.

- [Edgar] Goodbye.

- [Doctor] Goodbye.

- Mr. Harrow, I,

I don't, I don't.
- Simon, I don't blame you.

Accidents happen.

You didn't plan this.

- No.

- First Charley, then Ruth.

This family seems fated.

- Yes.

- Can you hear me?

Yes, I'm sure you can.

I usually like to wait a
few weeks to get to know

my little charges a bit
better, but you, dear,

I feel I know you very well.

Shock's a funny thing, oh,
I've seen several cases of it.

Some of them lie in there
like dead things for weeks,

sometimes years.

You wouldn't like that to
happen to you, would you, dear?

That's why I'm making
you this little offer.

Now my side of the bargain
is to make you well again,

overnight, in seconds,
just like Charley.

Your side is a bit
more complicated,

but ever so simple, really.

(suspenseful music)

Look at me, dear.

You do know who I am, don't you?

Look at me.

You do know who I am, don't you?

(suspenseful music)

Look at me.

(suspenseful music)

Yes, you know who I am.

I'm the collector, the
collector of souls.

Yours'll make three.

Not a bad little bag
into one house.

- Well, I'm ready.

- Charley, what are you doing?

- [Charley] You
haven't forgotten?

- Forgotten what?

- [Charley] The Fosters!

They invited us over
to spend the afternoon.

- All of us.

- Damn it, I had forgotten.

- Well, I want to go.

- There should be
some men there.

- [Edgar] We can't leave Ruth.

- Now don't you worry
about Ruth, Mr. Harrow.

I'll take good care of her,

you run along and
enjoy yourselves.

And be faithful, my dears.

(Suzy and Charley laughing)

- [Charley] Suzy, are you ready?

- Here we go!

- I'll be in to take care
of you again later, dear.

Later.

- Mr. Lyall?

Mr. Lyall?

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- [Simon] Ruth?

- Simon, you're there, then.

- [Simon] Well yes, I'm here,
but.

- Well have you spoken
to him, what does he say?

- [Simon] Nothing, look
Ruth, he's a drunk, a nut,

he can't possibly help us.
- I checked.

He's the only one who can do it.

- But Ruth!
- Bring him.

Please, just bring him now.

- There used to be 21 of us.

21.

The brothers of charity.

There used to be 21 of us.

Every time we meet him,
you see, it diminishes us.

If you'll oblige me, brother.

The Bible.

- I'm sorry.

- Understandable mistake.

My face reflects my folly.

(Mr. Lyall breathes deeply)

Forgive me, I'm just
a mortal man.

- Aren't we all?

- No, not all.

That is a mistake you
must not make.

We should hurry.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell rings)

- You didn't need me
after all, did you, dear?

(doorbell rings)
You're playing tricks

on old Bessy.

Oh dear, you do look pale.

Peeked into my little box
of tricks, didn't you?

(doorbell rings)

Don't know why it should
revolt you so much.

It's just things that people do.

- Break it.

(Simon slamming on door)

- Ah, you can't win 'em all.

(Simon slamming on door)

I shall have to give
your soul to him.

- Beelzebub!

(Ruth gasping)

- You are clever, dear.

- Lucifer, Prince of darkness,
woman that never dies!

I challenge thee.

- [Bessy] Brother Lyall.

- Call me not brother, I
cast out all sin.

Call me not brother.

- Cast out, cast out?

Is that what you've done, dear?

(Bessy laughs)

I would say good, but
then you know,

it's not one of my
favorite words.

You look pale, Brother Lyall,
so careworn.

Perhaps I,
- Don't touch me!

- But I have such healing hands.

- Don't touch me!

- Ah, that's a nice book, I'm
mentioned in it several times.

It's a good, oh, there's
that word again!

Good is such a poor, pious word.

Not enough fire and
brimstone for my taste,

not enough fire.

I'm full of parlor tricks,
Brother Lyall.

(Mr. Lyall gasping)

(Simon yelling)

Full of party tricks,
Brother Lyall!

- Stay from me, Satan.

- Oh, come on, dear,
I'm part of your nature,

the part you like best.

- No!

(Bessy yells)

- Pain, but pain can be
such a pleasure in my world.

- Devil!
- I never denied it!

- Devil!

- [Bessy] Ah.

Not twice, deary.

(Mr. Lyall screaming)

You do have a vivid
imagination, don't you, dear?

Nice to play with, though,
I expect you see lots

of serpents and snakes and
things when you've been drinking

heavily, and you do
like a drink, don't you?

- [Mr. Lyall] Liquor is
an abomination!

- Oh yes, you do!

I expect your throat's
feeling quite dry even now.

- You'll not tempt me,
you'll not!

- Ah, temptation is a
very personal thing

between you and the bottle.

- [Mr. Lyall] Satan's fluid!

- [Bessy] Come on, dear,
spoil yourself.

- No!

I cast thee from this house!

(suspenseful music)

- You won't cast me
from anywhere!

Your spirit's strong, but
this spirit's stronger!

(suspenseful music)

(wind whistles)

(Bessy screams)

(suspenseful music)

- I can't move!

(Charley screams)

I can't move!

Oh no, I can't move!

- Charley!

- Help me!

(Suzy screams)

(Charley cries)

- [Edgar] Oh no, no,
it's okay, there, there.

(Charley's crying drowns
out Edgar and Suzy)

- [Mr. Lyall] What happened?

(Charley crying)

- [Edgar] Now wait a minute.

(Charley crying)

- [Edgar] Good job, Charley,
easy there.

Come on, easy, easy, easy, easy.

(Simon grunts)

- [Edgar] Charlie,
it's all right.

(Charley crying)

- Each encounter leaves
its mark on all of us.

(suspenseful music)