722 - April 1, 1969

[bunniefuu]

[Beth narrating] - In the great drawing room at Collinwood,

a man lies dead,

cut down in mindless fury by the woman he wronged.

Quentin Collins is in his coffin,

mourned by his sister, Judith, and his brother, Carl,

but even in death,

there is no peace for Quentin Collins.

- Then you'll tell Edward to telephone when he arrives?

Thank you, Mr. Snell.

He's expected to the accountant's office in Bangor,

but he's not there yet.

- Did you tell Mr. Snell what happened?

- No.

Only that Quentin had a serious accident.

He wasn't surprised.

He said, "Yes, Quentin always was a mischievous fellow."

- Well, he's all finished with his mischief now

and I can't say I'm sorry. - Carl, please!

He was our brother. You might at least try --

- What? And miss the chance to say all the things

I was afraid to say when he was alive?

Oh, never.

Quentin Collins,

you were a bounder and a bully,

a rake, and a lecher, and a liar, and --

- What's the matter, Carl?

- Judith, he moved.

I swear.

Lying in his coffin, Quentin moved.

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[eerie music] ♪♪

Judith, I swear it, he moved.

- All right, Carl.

Don't mourn him,

but don't mock him by joking at a time like this!

- I'm not joking, Judith, believe me.

- Exactly how did he move?

- He - he - he moved the way people move

when they're just waking up from sleep.

- Carl, Quentin's sleep is eternal!

- I'm not certain of that.

- I am.

I am certain and weary.

It wasn't easy telling the police what happened.

This house is a very private place.

- Yes, but m*rder is a very public thing.

- I am aware of that.

That's why I agreed to cooperate with the police

and tell them what happened.

- Yes, you did very well.

- I did what had to be done! I always do.

- Well, you convinced the police, all right.

You had them in and out of the house in no time at all!

You didn't even let them search the grounds!

- There was no need to!

I told them that Dirk was going to search the grounds

and he has. - Yes, and found no one!

- The m*rder is exactly where I told the police he was,

where they are looking now, down by the dock.

I am sure a sailor, a transient sailor,

struck up an acquaintance with Quentin in a card game

and discovered an opportunity to make a fortune by m*rder.

He's probably far out at sea by now

and we'll never who it was.

- Yes, but we do know that it was done

with Quentin's own knife.

- There has been no attempt to hide that.

- Yes, and that means it could have been

almost anybody who knew --

Oh, all right.

It could have been a sailor but he's gone,

whoever he was,

and it could have been someone else who is still here.

- Carl, I have already told the police what happened.

I see no reason for conjecture.

- I know what you said, Judith!

You don't - you don't like private -

you don't like strangers to discuss private matters,

but I am no stranger!

I'm your brother and Quentin's brother, too,

and I have a theory.

Quentin was not k*lled by a stranger.

- Carl, don't you listen at all?

The m*rder*r knew him!

- Yes.

His family and his friends and his women,

they were the ones who had reason to hate him most.

Yes.

I have a couple of ideas about that.

I'll admit they're private matters

and maybe they shouldn't be discussed with others,

but still, they must be said!

- Can't you let Quentin rest even now?

- No, not while Cousin Barnabas is walking around. - Cousin Barnabas?

- Yes! What was he doing at the cottage

and why was he right there when

- when Quentin's body was discovered?

Now, there is something eerie about that

and about him, too!

- Cousin Barnabas is always a gentleman

and a very considerate one at that!

- Yes, so considerate

that he wouldn't even come to grandmother's funeral.

He wouldn't even be a pallbearer and walk her to her grave.

- He's explained that.

He had very urgent business in Bangor that day.

- All right.

- I've got another theory! - Now, I don't want to hear it!

- Yes, it's the gypsies! A knife is a gypsy weapon!

- Magda and Sandor? - Why not?

I wouldn't be surprised if - if they were involved somehow.

- Carl, when are you going to start accusing me?

- That's what I really think.

- What?!

- Oh, no, just some woman, I mean, anyway,

it was probably a woman who k*lled him.

Yes, it was Quentin, it had to be a woman!

- Lucky Edward was in Bangor

or you'd be accusing him next.

- I wouldn't be surprised if he was involved.

He could have paid someone to do it.

- Carl, it was not Cousin Barnabas,

it was not a gypsy, it was not a woman,

that's the most absurd theory of all,

it was not Edward nor I nor a paid assassin!

It's exactly what I told the police!

[knocking on door]

- Rachel?

Rachel, have you seen my other train?

If Nora took them, I'm going to --

- Jamison.

Jamison, I was just coming in to talk to you.

Please, sit down.

- What about?

Please, sit down.

This won't be easy.

Something happened to Nora?

- No.

No, not to Nora.

- My father!

Has something happened to him?!

Quentin.

Something has happened to Quentin!

He's been hurt! - Jamison.

It's much worse than that.

- He's dead.

- I know how close you were to him,

but you must be brave now and help Nora.

It won't be as bad if you stay together.

Jamison --

Jamison.

Jamison, where are you going?

[chuckling]

- Imagine how absurd I was to think he moved.

- I'm glad you finally realized that.

- Oh, he looks so peaceful, so completely serene.

He always did have the looks in the family.

Yes, I suppose that's why he was grandmother's favorite

when we were children.

- And grandfather's, too.

Grandfather used to sit him on his lap and say,

"This boy is much too good-looking

to die from old age."

- Oh, k*lled by a woman.

That's what he used to say. No doubt about it.

Quentin will be k*lled by a woman!

And grandmother used to say,

"Oh, grandfather, stop talking such nonsense!"

- Stop talking nonsense.

- Oh, I was only saying what grandfather said.

- Jamison.

Rachel told you, didn't she?

Your Uncle Quentin is dead, you know that, don't you?

- I know he's not dead. - But --

- I know he's not dead!

He's not!

I know he's not dead!

♪♪

[Quentin's theme] ♪♪

Please Quentin, don't be dead.

Please, don't leave me alone.

You like that music.

It was your favorite.

I'm going to keep playing it over and over again.

[Quentin's theme] ♪♪

Until you hear it.

Until you have to hear it!

[Quentin's theme] ♪♪

You didn't mean to leave me.

I know you didn't.

You never would, Quentin.

Please, come back.

I'll do anything you ask me.

I promise!

Just come back!

Don't leave me.

[Quentin's theme] ♪♪

All right!

You don't want to hear me!

You don't want to come back!

If that's the way it is,

I don't want to hear anything that makes me think of you!

[record skips]

[Quentin] - You mustn't be angry, Jamison.

You and I must always be as one.

- Oh, Quentin, you've come back!

You've come back!

♪♪

- The one who is the most terrified has been Nora.

I'm sure she'd be terrified to be left alone

for the next few days.

- I'll try to spend as much time as I can with her.

- Of course.

But there's no need for you or Nora

to be afraid any longer, Rachel.

- Judith. - What's the matter?

- Did you close the lid on the coffin?

- No, I didn't.

- Someone did. - Nonsense.

No one has been in there since we left the drawing room.

- The lid on the coffin is closed.

It is completely closed.

When I went into the drawing room,

it was up and now, it is down!

- Carl!

It is one thing for a boy like Jamison to carry on

the way he does, but there's no excuse for you.

You're old enough to know better or should be.

- All right!

Don't you listen to me,

but I'm going to find out what's going on

around here before it's too late!

- Poor Carl.

He really can't bear to be laughed at.

We must do something about Jamison.

Grief is natural,

but he's behaving in a very unnatural way.

Do you think it would be unseemly

if you took him on a picnic?

- A picnic? Where?

- As far away from the cottage as possible.

I'm sure that would make Nora nervous.

Oh, I'm sure that the m*rder*r is far out at sea!

[Quentin's theme] ♪♪

- I don't know what's going on in this house,

but I don't like it!

Do you hear me? I don't like it at all!

Now, Judith keeps saying Quentin is dead

and she forget what he was,

only remember the good about him!

First of all, she's wrong about Quentin being dead,

and second of all, she's wrong to forget

what a heartless conniver he was!

Yes.

I've got the feeling he's conniving something now,

right now,

and I've got the further feeling, Jamison Collins,

that you know more about this than what you're saying!

So you better shut that machine right now

and start talking!

I said, "Shut that machine off!"

I want that machine off!

[music stops]

Young man, when I say something around here,

it has some meaning!

Do you hear me? I am your Uncle!

Now, do you understand that? Your Uncle!

- No, Carl, you're my brother.

- Brother?

- Grandfather always said

that I would be k*lled by a woman.

He was right.

A woman m*rder*d me.

That woman is still in this house.

- Still in this house, walking around free.

- Free and not free.

A woman, Carl, a murderess!

Do you hear me, brother?

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- Who am I?

- Who are you?

Dear sister Judith, what a strange question!

- You see, I told you.

- You, who are you?

- Who am I?

Who do I look like?

- I knew he just wouldn't die quietly.

Our brother, Quentin, wouldn't do anything that obliging.

- Carl, our dear brother, Quentin,

is lying in his coffin downstairs in the drawing room,

where he will remain until we take him to the cemetery.

- Then what's happening here?

Do you know what he told me?

He said that the person that k*lled him

is still in this house and it is a woman!

I told you it was a woman!

- It wasn't a woman!

- Of course not, Carl,

it was a sailor who came home with me,

took my money and stabbed me with my own knife.

She told you that, downstairs, in the drawing room,

while you were both standing by my coffin.

- Did you hear that?

That boy wasn't in the drawing room,

how could he have heard that?

- Oh, God, the child is possessed.

[Jamison chuckling]

- Possessed?

[Jamison] - Rachel!

Rachel!

Where am I, Rachel?

Rachel, where am I?

- Who will ever know?

[Jamison] - Rachel, where am I?

- Who will ever know?

[Jamison] - Rachel, where am I?

- Who will ever know?

[Jamison] - Someone will know.

- Who?

[Jamison] - Her.

- The games have rules, Ms. Drummond,

very important rules

and you are violating them.

Now go downstairs, sit in the drawing room,

until you're called, and remember,

the child only speaks when he is spoken to.

- Sorry but you can't come in.

It's too late, far too late, too late!

See for yourself.

[Jamison] - Rachel, where am I?

Rachel, where am I?

Rachel, where am I?

[lid creaking open]

Now you know where I am,

don't you, Rachel?

[laughing]

[creaking]

♪♪

[eerie music] ♪♪