05x03 - Terror from Withi

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(logo thrums)

(dramatic music)

(wind howling)

(man whimpering)

(water splashing and dripping)

(tense music)

(man groaning)

- Abby.

Abby!

(containers clattering)

(dramatic music)

(people cheering)

- [Hank] Here we go, everybody!

Everyone out!

- [Woman] Somebody
told me that--

Wait a minute!

- Go on, go on!

You got the g*n, you
got the g*n?

Where's the g*n?

- Oh, here they come.

(group chattering)

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- [Man] Good morning, Miss.

- Good morning!

Alan Smerdon.

My allowance is through,
isn't it?

- I'll check.

- Can he find some other
expression for a change,

always disapproval.

- Eh, he's just jealous
man, because he don't have

a mama to send him
money from home.

- Right! (laughing)

- Yes it's here, how much
would you like?

- I'll have it all.

- In fives. (laughs)

- [Hank] Hurry up, hurry up,
count it out.

(emergency break creaks)
(birds chirping)

(bells chiming)

- Well ma'am?

- Oh yeah, that's fine,
thank you, what do I owe you?

- Um quarter pound, please.

- There.

- Are you sure you're all right,
ma'am?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

(suspenseful music)

Hello, anyone around?

Hello?

Hello?

- Frightened you, did I?

Stay that way.

(door bangs)

Fear's one of those
fleeting expressions.

It's hard to capture.

- Where is everybody?

- In town, it's Friday, collect
allowance from home day.

Lucky for some, I'm unlucky.

Pick my loot where I
can find it.

Hey, you've got a good face.

Fear is hard to capture.

- So you go around
frightening people.

- [Frank] Oh, only
the pretty ones.

- [Abby] Where's Alan?

- [Frank] Alan?

- Yes, Alan Smerdon, is he here?

- You know him?

- Slightly, I knew him as a kid.

- [Frank] Um-hm.

(people chattering)

- Well, hello there.

- Well, what have we got here?

- [Woman in green hat]
Must be one of the help

the hippie help himself people.

- Al?

Don't you remember me?

Abigail Carson, I'm
your half-cousin.

- Well, honey, I'd just
love to have you

as my half-cousin.

- Or even a whole one. (laughs)

- But I'm afraid you've
got the wrong man.

There's the man you want.

This may be a blast
from the past.

(woman laughs)

- [Abby] I wouldn't have
recognized you,

but then it must be oh,
15 years.

- Put him out of his misery.

She's your half-cousin.

- Uncle Jeff's daughter.

Oh, come on, I'm Abby.

- Cousin Abby?

Well this is a surprise.

- [Abby] Yes it was meant to be.

- 15 years huh?

- [Abby] Mm-hm, close on.

- You didn't recognize me,
I got more handsome I guess.

I'd have got around to you.

Yeah, you're definitely
the Uncle Jeff's daughter,

the same look.

It's great to see you Abby.

Come on, let's drink to that.

What'll it be?

- [Abby] Oh, Scotch
on the rocks?

- Scotch can do, but no rocks.

We live the simple
life here Abby,

it doesn't run to a freezer.

- [Abby] Well, Scotch and
no rocks then.

- If it helps, I've learned
that no true Scotsman

would ever ice his
national drink.

Cheers!

- Cheers!

- This used to be an
English pub.

- You really have gone
native, haven't you?

- I guess so.

- Turned your back
on the States?

- Oh, I didn't say that.

The US of A's still home to me.

- [Abby] Turned your
back on your family then?

- Abby, I've been busy.

- Too busy to write?

Your mother worries
about you terribly.

- [Alan] Well, I
write when I can.

- Well, you could call
her sometimes.

- I've tried, never made
the connection.

- [Abby] And when she calls
you, you're never here.

- I told you, I'm busy.

- [Abby] Her health
doesn't improve.

She hardly ever
leaves her bed now.

- Well, you can tell
her I'm fine, can't you?

An eyewitness.

- You really should write.

She says it's only the
bank statements

keeps her in touch sometimes,

that as long as you keep
drawing your allowance,

she knows you're still alive.

- Well, I'll tell you what.

I'll write her a long,
long letter.

And you can take it
back with you.

Maybe a painting too.

- She'd like that.

- [Alan] When will she get it?

- What?

- The letter.

How long before you go back?

- [Abby] Oh, a couple weeks.

- Quick flip around Europe?

- Uh-uh, I've already done
that, England's my last stop.

I promised your mother
I'd look you up.

- I'm glad you did.

Thanks.

But don't stay around long
enough to make me homesick.

- [Abby] Oh, no fear of that.

- So how long are you
figuring on staying?

- [Abby] Just a few days.

- Well, I tell you what,
there's a pretty good hotel

about 15 miles away, I
could call them.

- Oh, but I'd like to stay here,

really get into the country,
could I?

- Here?

- Yes!

Well, there must be room
for me somewhere,

as far as I can see, you
have the whole village.

- But Abby, this isn't
your kind of place.

- Try me.

(door creaks)

- Alan, Alan it worked.

The firing worked.

I've done it at last.

Pure copper red, look.

- That's fantastic.

Just fantastic.

It's beautiful.

- May I see?

- Oh Beryl, this is
my half-cousin,

Abby Carson from the States.

She's gonna be staying
with us for awhile.

(gentle music)

- [Beryl] Hello!

- [Abby] Hi.

- Well come on Abby,
I'll show you your room.

But I warn you,
palatial it ain't.

Well, this is it.

Not much, but it's home.

- It's lovely.

- [Alan] See you later.

- Mm, thank you.

(birds chirping)

(people chuckling and murmuring)

(tense music)

- You better be careful.

Your half-cousin, Abby,
might not approve.

(fire crackling)

(water sloshing)

(water dripping)

(Abby shrieks softly)

- You keep doing that and fear

won't be a fleeting expression,

it'll be permanently
etched on my face.

- Sorry, I didn't mean
to scare you.

I walk soft.

- Yes, well you darn well did.

- You're right.

I'm carving your tableau,
Joan of Arc.

You're Joan, just before
she went to the stake.

(fire humming and crackling)

- We've made our own
little world here.

It's not perfect, but suits me.

- You don't miss all you had?

- What did I have?

Material things, fancy
clothes, flashy cars.

What is there to miss?

On the other hand, here,
you can discover things

about life, about yourself.

Take Frank for instance,
'til a couple of years ago,

he was a mechanic, a
garage hand working

on other people's
status symbols.

Then he discovered there
was more in his hands,

found he could carve, sculpt.

Changed his whole outlook.

- Yeah, I used to be edgy too.

Always spoilin' my way
in and out of fights,

aggressive, these hands
have done a deal of harm

in their time, but
since I started carving,

I haven't lost my temper
in quite awhile, have I?

- What about you?

- Much the same as Alan,
a rich family

full of materialistic
values and yet no real ones.

I turned my back on them.

- Completely?

- How'd you mean?

- Well, Al hasn't turned
right away has he?

He still accepts money
from his family.

- Well why not?

They're rich, they
can afford it.

Well mine can too, we
still have to eat.

- Or buy materials.

We take money and
convert it into something

more worthwhile and that
doesn't conflict

with my philosophy.

- You make it sound all
so convincing.

You might even convert me
into staying on.

- [Alan] No I, I don't think
you'd fit in here, Abby.

- Maybe you're right.

Takes a special sort
of dedication, I guess.

What did Doug make of it?

- [Alan] Doug?

- [Abby] Yes, Douglas Sadler,

you went to high
school together.

- Oh sure, but how'd you
mean, what did he make of it?

- When he came here.

- He's never been here.

- What are you covering for him?

- Abby, you're not making sense.

Did you ever meet a
Douglas Sadler?

- No.

- [Alan] What made you
think he had been here?

- He told me.

- How could he tell
you, he was never here.

- It was two months ago.

This is gonna sound crazy.

- [Alan] It sure does.

- We didn't notice it until
we started going steady

together at college,
that's when it happened.

- What happened?

- We found we had this
thing between us,

a psychic link, telepathy,
call it whatever you want.

The deeper we fell in
love, the stronger it got.

He'd be kept working
late and I'd know.

My car would run out of gas
in the middle of nowhere

and he knew, he'd come
out to help me.

It got so we didn't have to
call each other up anymore.

- (chuckles) Hey, Western
Union had better watch out.

- Let her finish!

- Well, a few months ago,
we discussed marriage.

I wanted to marry him
and I still do,

but Doug wasn't so sure.

He decided on a trip to
Europe, the full tour,

but he was really coming
here to see you.

He always admired you Al,
you know that?

Envied you the courage to
go your own way.

Well I agreed to let him come,
I had to.

It was either that or lose him.

Two months ago, he
arrived in England

and that's the last I
heard of him.

That's the last
anybody's heard of him,

until he told me
about coming here.

- But I keep telling
you, he didn't come here.

- I got this message.

It was confused, maybe distance
affects that kind of thing.

I don't know, but it
was about you

and it was about this place.

As soon as I saw it, I knew.

He must have been here.
- No.

- Now he's coming here,
did you consider that?

- No, no I didn't and
of course, you're right.

That has to be it.

Maybe he's coming and he wants
me to be here to meet him.

- Mm, it's a possibility.

- It's junk, what's
gotten into you, Frank,

subscribing to a wild
idea like that?

- Every idea is wild at first.

The world is round.

The stars aren't just
holes in the sky.

A man will stand on the moon.

I was right about you.

Saint Joan, voices.

(spooky music)

(fire crackling)

- [Doug] Abby!

Abby.

(eerie music)

(wind howling)
(water burbling)

(car splashes)

(man yells)

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- [Woman] Oh, hello, can
I speak to Abby, please?

- Um, oh, yes, yeah, I'll
get her hang on.

Abby?

Abby?

- Yeah?

- Oh, um, there's a
phone call for you.

- Okay.

Hello?

- [Janet] Hello, it's Janet.

- Jan, did you find him?

- I went to Rome and Paris
and all the other places

we thought he might be,
but he wasn't there.

And as far as I can make
out, he never was there.

Abby, you still there?

- Yes, but listen Jan, I think
I might have got it wrong.

Doug hasn't been here yet
either so he must be coming.

- [Janet] That's possible.

- And I think I know when,
Thursday, it's the 14th.

- Sorry, I don't understand.

- The 14th is Al's birthday.

You told me back at
school, they never missed

a birthday together, remember?

Well wouldn't that be just
like Doug to turn up then?

- [Janet] Yes.

- Listen, can you get
down here too,

make it a double surprise?

You've got the address.

- Yeah, I'll try.

I'm due to fly back on
Thursday night,

but if I can swap flights, okay,
I'll try.

- Please do and call me if you
think you can make it okay?

- [Janet] Okay.

- Okay, bye Jan.
- Bye.

- [Abby] Morning.

- Morning.

- [Abby] I need to get
into to town to the bank,

is there any
transportation around here?

- Why sure, Frank's got
an old truck.

We all use it from time to time.

- Well whose is the big car?

- The what?

- I saw it last night,
a big ghost of a car,

like a Rolls Royce or something.

- It was probably a tourist.

They come out here
occasionally to look at us.

They think it's better
than the zoo.

- That's funny, I could
have sworn I heard it stop

right here in the village.

- [Alan] Not lots of
rich people 'round here.

We don't sport any Rolls
Royce's, not any longer.

- So it's Frank's truck.

(apprehensive music)

- His birthday, huh?

- Yes.

We have time for me to stop

and buy him something, don't we?

- All the time in the world.

His birthday, well he
never mentioned it.

- Probably forgotten,
you know how men are.

- I hope so.

I'll have to get him
something too.

You think this'll do?

- It's beautiful.

Quite remarkable that
someone with such a bad, bad

temper could carve
something as gentle as this.

- It's just people
who get me mad.

All right?
- Yeah.

Good morning.

Um, I'd like to cash some
traveler's checks, please.

- Certainly madam.

Sorry, for a moment I thought
you were one of the, um--

- [Abby] One of the what?

- I'm sorry, it was the accent.

I mistook you for one of
the artistic community,

a village a few miles away.

- Well, as a matter of--

- [Banker] Rather an odd
group of people, actually.

- I'm sorry, I don't
think I understand.

- What he means is, he
thinks they're sponges.

- Sponges?

- Bloodsuckers, leeches,
parasites

living off their folks back
home, isn't that right?

- Would you please sign
this one too, madam?

How would you like this?

- She'd like it quickly.

- [Banker] Thank you, madam.

- Cute little place this,
isn't it?

- Mm-hm, it has it's charms.

- [Banker] There we are.

- [Abby] Uh, yeah.

Yeah, that's fine, thank you.

- Been a pleasure.

Good day.

- People do get you awful mad,
don't they?

- Yeah, his kind.

- Well, life moves just too
fast for people around here.

- Well, let him fall off.

You going to the shops?

- Oh yeah, that would be fine.

(pensive music)

(birds chirping)

- Could we take a
look over there?

(spooky music)

(car door bangs)

- [Frank] What's wrong?

- [Abby] I don't know,
something about those trees.

- They're elm trees,
all doomed I'm afraid.

- Why?

- Dutch elm disease, it's
a sort of virus.

They'll all die.

You coming, hm?

- [Doug] Abby?

- Now what's wrong?

- Nothing, I just
thought I heard somebody.

Five trees and I'd
imagined there'd be six.

- There were six until
about a year ago.

There were six trees.

They took one down, it was dead.

They said it was dangerous.

But there were six trees.

(gentle music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Oh, is Abby there please?

- Sorry, she's out,
who's calling?

- An old friend, Janet.

- [Abby] Thanks a lot, Frank.

- Just a moment, I
think she's back.

Abby?
- Yeah?

Telephone call.
- Oh.

- Who is it?

- An old friend, Janet.

- Jan, you've just given
the game away.

- How did I do that?

- Because he answered the phone,
Al.

- Look, I still don't know
if I can make it on Thursday.

I won't know until
the last minute,

but if I am coming, I'll
be on the 5:30 train, okay?

- [Abby] Uh-huh.

- Now don't meet me,
I'll get a cab.

- [Abby] Okay, fine.

- Hey, are you sure that
was Al on the phone?

It didn't sound like his voice.

- Well it was him and you've
ruined our big surprise.

- [Janet] Sorry, Abby.

I'll see you Thursday then.

- Mm-hm.

- [Janet] I should be there
about six o'clock, okay?

- Okay fine, bye.
Bye.

- It was supposed to
be a surprise,

just bad luck you had to answer.

- How come?

- Well it was Janet, you
remember Doug's sister?

She's here in
England and I think

you might be seeing her soon.

- Oh, that's great, when?

- Well Thursday of course.

It would have to be
Thursday, if she can make it.

- Thursday.

- [Abby] And I think that
Doug might be here too.

- Oh, that's great.

- Abby.

It's my birthday Thursday.

You thought I'd forgotten.

It's my birthday.

What's wrong?

- Yes, it's your
birthday on Thursday.

- There really is something
wrong, isn't there?

What is it?

- For a moment, I had
the strongest feeling

that Doug was here.

- Here?

- Here in the house.

(mysterious music)

(water splashes)

- [Doug] Abby.

Abby.

(object knocking)

(wind howling)

Abby.

- Doug?

- [Doug] Abby.

(mysterious music)

Abby.

(wind howling)

(object clatters)

Abby.

Abby.

(water tinkling)

(object pounding softly)

Abby.

- [Alan] Abby.

What on earth are you
doing down here?

(anxious music)

Abby?

(birds squawking)

- [Frank] Abby!

Abby!

(wind howling)

Abby!

We've been, we've been
looking all over for you.

You okay?

Why'd you run off, why here?

- He needs me.

Doug needs me.

(suspenseful music)

- How're you feeling now, Abby?

- Fine.

- That was a crazy thing to do.

You know you were lucky
you didn't get pneumonia.

Any idea why?

- I just needed to be
alone for awhile.

- Oh, I know that feeling.

You know, sometimes I just
take off anywhere to be alone.

- Beryl?
- Hm?

- How long have you known Al?

- Well, since I came here.

- And how well do you--

(footsteps clattering)

- What time did you
say Janet was arriving?

- Oh, the 5:30 train, if
she can make it.

- Where's Frank?

- I don't know, why?

- I asked him to rustle up
some champagne.

- [Beryl] Oh, Alan Smerdon!

- I know, I know, bourgeois
taste, but it's my birthday

and what's a birthday
without champagne.

Bourgeois or not, I like it.

- [Beryl] Oh, I like it too!

(pensive music)

(tires crunching)

(horn tooting)

(Janet screaming)

(glass tinkles)

- [Beryl] Abby?

(engine revs)

(plaintive music)

(match sizzles)

(car revs down)

- I almost got a haircut
for this occasion, almost!

- [Beryl] Hey Alan!

- It's my birthday!

No champagne?

- [Frank] Here it is, I'm
sorry I'm late.

- What that truck of
yours break down again?

- Alan!

- That truck of mine
never breaks down.

May not look much
from the outside,

but the mechanics, perfect!

I tend them every week,
loving care!

- Loving is right.

If ever Frank has a wild
affair, it'll be with an engine.

He's the only man I know

who can make oil and
grease seem sensuous.

- [Beryl] He's not the
only man I know though.

Here.

- I was marking out my carving.

Saint Joan, it's
coming along fine.

Do you want me to carve you out
a birthday party face there?

Mouth all tongue and up at
the corners, laughing eyes?

- Hello Frank.

- You look as though you're
waiting for a funereal,

or it could be the
happiest day of your life.

Well it's in the horoscope,
written in the wind,

you said so yourself.

Dougie, whatever his name is,

will probably turn
up today and--

- No.

Doug isn't gonna turn up,
not ever.

- Oh come on now, how you
possible know that for sure?

- I just do, I know, that's all.

- How do you know?

- I can feel it.

- Feelings.

- I can see it.

I see Doug on fire.

- [Frank] Fire, I've
brainwashed you.

My Joan of Arc stuff is
getting to you.

- Flames, flames leaping
higher and higher.

- Oh, I won't need so
much wood then

to carve you into Saint
Joan and a sliver this big

will do unless you perk up

and start taking an
interest again.

- Well, Jan hasn't arrived,
or Doug.

- Dougie isn't ever
going to arrive,

that's the hard, brutal
truth and the sooner

you face up to it, the better.

You aren't the first
girl a man ran out on.

Don't know why he should
do that to you.

- He didn't run out on me.

- [Frank] Abby, you're
deluding, making it harder.

You have accept--

- Doug was here or
he's coming here!

I've accepted that.

- Okay, can't be the first,
so it has to be the latter.

So when is he coming
here, like young Lochinvar

ready to sweep you up
on his white charger?

I mean, how long do you intend
staying around like this?

- I don't know!

I must go home soon,
but I can't.

I can't leave him.

(people laughing)

- [Hank] Hey, hey,
let's have a party!

(women chattering excitedly)

Champagne!

Hey, here's your present,
here's your present!

- [Frank] Thank you.

- Abby, here.

- [Hank] The other the guest
of honor not here yet then?

- Janet Sadler no,
you're ahead of the game.

- She won't arrive.

- Is that another psychic
feeling or just a wild guess?

- Hm?

- [Frank] Janet isn't going
to arrive, explain yourself.

- Did I say that?

- [Frank] You certainly
did, what do you mean by it?

- I don't know, I didn't
even know that I said it.

Wh-wh-why wouldn't she arrive?

- Well one reason,
it's after seven.

Now she said she was
arriving on the 5:30 train,

if she was coming at
all, isn't that right?

- So, the 5:30 was late.

- It's a clear evening,
no fog, no rail strikes,

I doubt that.

- [Frank] She caught a
later one for God's sakes.

- Maybe.

- Well the point is, how
long do we wait?

- Right.
- Right.

- [Frank] Well, let's ask Abby.

She's the psychic one, hm.

Come on Abby, concentrate
hard on Janet Sadler

and tell us when she's
going to turn up.

- Come on, Abby.
- Tell us.

- Come on.
- Concentrate Abby.

- Come on Abby, come on.
- Concentrate Abby.

(all murmuring encouragement)

- [Frank] Concentrate Abby!

- No! (crying)

No!

- [Beryl] Abby?

(soft jazz music)

- Well, it proves the point
about the sweet and simple life.

And they say we're the
ones that freak them.

(women laughing)
- Right, they do.

- They do, they do, honestly.

- Is she, is she feeling
any better now?

- She's all right, she's asleep.

- I think I'm going to
turn in for the night.

- Come on, there's still
a party, have a drink.

- Right, pour!

- Something just turned 10.

- [Woman] Such
beautiful champagne.

- How is she?

- Oh, she's gonna be fine,
Frank.

- Oh Alan, we've still
got work to do, come on.

- Sure.
- Hey, you want some help?

- No, you just enjoy yourselves.

- Okay, okay
(women murmuring)

Who's for cake?

- Oh yeah!
- Oh!

- [Woman] Can you bring
me a chicken leg as well?

- [Hank] I thought you
had chicken already?

(people murmuring)

(suspenseful music)

(gas hisses and whooshes)

(fire crackling)

(car revs)

(flames whooshing)

(spooky music)

[Doug] Abby!

(wind howling)

- Why do you always come here?

There's nothing to see.

- That answer is here.

- It's just a chunk of open
ground and few old trees.

- Six trees, six, I can
see them clearly.

And they were burning.

In my dream they were burning.

And Doug was dead, right
beside me in the car.

He was dead.

- What are you talking about?

What car?

- Maybe a dream, a nightmare.

The car was a Rolls.

Does anyone own a Rolls
Royce around here?

- A Rolls, no.

Abby, you're letting
this whole thing

get you down, you know?

- I saw it, a big ghost
of a car, I saw it.

- [Frank] Saw it or dreamt it?

- I didn't dream it.

It could have run me over.

- But who would want to and why?

(owl hooting)

- It's no good Alan.

It can't be opened
until it's cool.

Not until tomorrow.

- [Alan] Beryl, we could--

- Alan, if you open that
kiln, you'll ruin everything.

It'll be the end.

I couldn't let you do that.

- But Beryl, the ashes,
they're evidence.

- Not anymore.

Metamorphosis, an act of
total creation.

You said only the Gods
could give immortality.

That's all that matters Alan.

- Hey, the paper says
that that American group

will turn up, well, they say.

Anyway, it'll be fun.

You gonna go, Abby?

- Three o'clock?

- [Beryl] The rock festival.

Well everybody's going,
you're going aren't you Alan?

- I guess so, how about it Abby?

- No, I don't think I'll go.

- [Beryl] Oh go on
Abby, it'll do you good.

It'll be fun.

- No, I'll be packing.

Well, I can't stay
here any longer.

I'll be moving on tomorrow.

- Well, we'll hate to
lose you Abby,

but I guess you're right.

I never did think this
was the place for you.

- No, I must go.

If you wanna write that
letter to your mother,

I'll be happy to
take it for you.

- Well sure, I'll do it
before you leave.

- [Hank] Well, let's go!

(women murmuring)

Get your a*s in!

Come on, come on!

All right, okay man, go, go, go!

(birds chirping)
(wind rustling)

(door rattles)

(wind howling)

- [Doug] Abby.

(suspenseful music)

- Look.

- Where'd you get these?

- [Abby] In Al's room.

A dream, isn't that what
you said, that I dreamt it?

Well that's not all I found.

Frank?

Frank, where are you going?

(birds chirping)

- [Doug] Abby.

(water burbling)

Abby.

Abby.

(suspenseful music)

(water burbling)

- Abby, what are you
doing down here?

I thought you were packing?

- I was right, my
feelings were right.

Doug was here.

- What are you talking about?

- That's why I kept
seeing that view.

Six trees, six.

Doug hid this and he
wanted me to find it.

He made me find it.

- What is it?

- It's a photograph from
a university magazine.

A clear, sharp photograph.

Alan Smerdon,
fraternity president.

- But, are you saying
that Alan is--

- [Abby] Is an imposter, yes.

- But why?

- $10,000 a month,
his allowance,

$10,000 a month, every month.

That's a life pension
some would m*rder for.

- [Beryl] Are you mad?

- No, I'm not.

Though it fits, it fits
with Doug, don't you see?

Doug did come here, unexpectedly

and he saw the man that
was posing as Alan.

So, Alan had to get rid of him.

Doug's dead.

And Janet.

- Abby, this is absurd.

- No it isn't, that man
is Alan Smerdon.

The man that you know is--

- [Alan] Beryl, Beryl!

- Down here Alan.

I'm afraid she knows.

- That's a pity.

Just one more day and you
would have be on your way.

(suspenseful music)

It'll be very quick, very.

Beryl?

- No!

No! (screaming)

Frank!

Frank!

No, no! (crying)

Frank!

(Abby screaming)

- Abby?

Abby?

Abby?

(door creaking)

- [Beryl] Frank, keep out.

- You wanna try it, I've
never hit a woman before,

but then I never met a
woman m*rder*r before.

(Beryl screams)

(Alan grunting)

- [Beryl] (screams) Alan, no,
no!

(gentle music)

- [Abby] Frank! (crying)

- The police, the police are
coming to turn this place over.

The place will be
crawling with them.

Yeah, yeah, I didn't
mean to scare you.

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)