The Black Torment (1964) Movie Script

Sir Richard, there it is!
What did he say?
"There it is."
You can see Fordyke from here.
I have to see that!
Over there. To the left,
behind the trees.
It's beautiful!
- How do I look?
- Lovely.
No need to ask.
Flatterer!
After two days of
dusty roads
and wretched inns...
You look beautiful, my dear.
In your eyes.
But what about everyone else's?
Your father will be eager to
meet his new daughter-in-law.
- He'll be more critical.
- He'll love you as much as I do.
I'm not so sure about that.
Not sure at all.
It's Sir Richard!
He's back.
There's no reason to
shout it from the rooftops.
Will you speak to him?
As little as possible.
That son of the devil...
He'll need my horses to
get up the hill.
Go and get them ready, Brian.
Let's go!
- Hello, Black John.
- Hello, Tom.
Where's your smile?
I've been away for three months
and I'm greeted like
I'm coming out of prison.
I'll give Brian a hand.
Well, Black John.
Happy to see me back?
As you like.
As I like? What do you mean by that?
Some say you
never left at all.
Bring the horses.
Don't just stand there gawking!
Blacksmith! Come back here and explain yourself!
Go to the devil.
Richard.
I hope the other tenants
aren't all like him.
Not at all, dear.
Something's bothering him.
I'll find out what it is soon enough.
Have you gone mad?
He goes back to his wife, and you look at him
like the devil himself!
So what?
What's going on?
You'll find out soon enough.
- Is something wrong?
- Yes...
The devil.
Rape. Murder.
What are you talking about?
Keep your voice down.
What does that have to do
with Sir Richard?
You're not the first
to ask that.
All I know is that, before she died,
Lucy Judd screamed his name.
You'll soon learn more about the matter.
The horses are ready,
Black John!
- Tom?
- Coming, sir!
Ready?
Ready, sir.
Good.
Something bad is happening, isn't it?
I don't know.
I'll ask Seymour,
my father's steward.
I hope your father is well.
I'm eager to
meet Sir Giles.
I wish you had met him years ago, before his stroke.
He was a man without equal,
vigorous, full of life.
Now he is incapacitated. He gets
around in a wheelchair and doesn't speak.
A shadow of what he was.
- I need to talk to you about the signs.
- Signs?
He communicates with his hands.
Sign language.
A French invention
they teach in Edinburgh.
- Do you understand them?
- No.
You have to have studied them.
Only Diane knows them.
- She accompanied him in Edinburgh.
- Diane?
- Your first wife's sister.
- Yes.
I know she's devoted to your father.
I hope we can be friends,
that she'll accept me as one.
Why wouldn't she?
Her sister died almost
four years ago,
and I think she's happy at Fordyke.
- Then it doesn't seem difficult.
Ah, Harris!
A friendly face at last.
Welcome home, Mr. Richard.
This is Harris, my butler.
Welcome, madam.
Seymour!
Now I know I'm home!
Welcome, sir.
So formal!
Before I left you used to call me
Richard. And I'm back.
Let me introduce my
wife, Lady Elizabeth.
- Welcome to Fordyke, madam.
- A pleasure, Seymour.
Don't be fooled by his
serious look, Elizabeth.
He can be jovial when
the occasion calls for it.
I prefer him over
a good glass of wine.
When he brings me his
account book,
it's different. But God knows the
disaster he saves me from.
Sir Richard is a flatterer
in both respects.
I hadn't noticed his
inclination to flattery.
Did you hear, Seymour?
And he's only just arrived!
Come, I'll introduce you
to the housekeeper.
This is Thomas, madam.
Henry.
Tom.
Kate.
- And Mary.
- A pleasure, madam.
To your posts!
Father!
It's good to be home.
Father, may I introduce Elizabeth.
How are you, Diane?
Welcome, Richard.
Elizabeth, allow me
to introduce you to Diane.
Welcome to Fordyke.
Thank you.
Sir Giles praises her.
He says she is very beautiful.
He wishes you...
much happiness...
and a long life at Fordyke.
And that you have many children.
Thank you, Sir Giles.
Diane, would you show Elizabeth to her room?
- I'll take Father to the library.
- Of course.
Elizabeth...
Seymour, I need to speak with you. Harris, pour some wine.
Right away, sir.
Leave us, Thomas.
Is something wrong?
Nothing. Your business is doing well.
I'm no fool.
I don't understand you.
When I arrived at the estate, Black John received me coldly.
And he spoke to me rudely.
Oh, that. Of course.
I'm sorry.
You have nothing to worry about.
Thank you, Harris, that will be all.
There are certain rumors,
gossip going around and...
And?
And that business about the girl...
- What girl?
- Lucy Judd.
The daughter of one of your riders.
She was murdered.
Murdered?
Raped and horribly assaulted.
- Did you catch the culprit?
- No.
Did you search the fields thoroughly
and question the strangers?
We searched all night
and the next day.
There were no strangers
in the area.
What a bloody story
to come home to.
Here you are, Father.
Did you speak with Tom Judd?
Yes, and I promised him
you would pay for the funeral.
Good.
I don't want my wife
to hear about this.
Not tonight.
- In her first hours in the house.
- Of course not.
- And one more thing, Richard.
- What?
The girl wasn't dead when
they found her, and...
she spoke about you.
Lucy Judd?
I barely knew her.
What did she say?
Only your name, "Sir Richard".
Is that why Black John
was so unpleasant?
- When did it happen?
- A couple of days ago.
I was more than
150 kilometers away!
I know that very well,
but the peasants
are not an educated people.
They tell stories full
of witches and demons...
Witches?
Have they lost their minds?
You know how superstitious
those people are.
And the current situation is not
the best for them to embrace reason.
Is Elizabeth comfortable?
I think so. She wants you to go see her.
I'll go.
What does my father say?
He'd like to continue his walk in the garden.
See you at dinner.
I'll take care of all that later, Seymour.
As you wish, Richard.
Are you Mary or Kate?
Kate, ma'am.
- So you're Mary.
- Yes, ma'am.
This is for you, Mary.
And this one is for you, Kate.
Thank you, ma'am.
Too pretty to use every day.
Then keep them for your wedding.
Are you getting married?
Nothing's been decided yet.
Kate shouldn't have mentioned it.
Since the master was away,
Brian didn't have a chance to ask him.
I was wondering if you could speak to the master.
- And who is Brian?
- The blacksmith's apprentice.
So, what do you think of your room?
Lovely and cozy.
I already feel at home.
Will you and Diane be friends?
Of course. I already like her.
She promised to teach me sign language.
Mary, Kate!
Come on, out!
You can finish your chatting during dinner.
Richard, please...
- Yes, dear?
- How embarrassing!
You dismissed them like an impatient husband...
You're forgetting one detail.
Which one?
That I am one.
What's Father saying, Diane?
Elizabeth has to be entered
in the family Bible.
How impatient, Father!
But it will be done.
She'll be listed there.
Elizabeth and, I hope, another Giles.
What's wrong, dear?
I don't understand Latin.
Maybe you can read it.
I don't get it.
It says:
"Semper honos nomenque
"tuum laudesque manebunt."
I think the first words
appear on the family crest.
The full phrase is
the family motto.
It means: "Your honor,
"your name and your good reputation
will endure forever."
Why would Richard
react like that?
Why don't you ask him?
Excuse me, please.
Why did you react like that?
That note...
Do you know what it means?
Diane translated it for me.
It's your family's motto. I don't see...
His sister killed herself
because of that phrase.
She killed herself? Because of
a Latin quote?
"Your honor, your name...
and your reputation will endure forever".
Yes, she killed herself over it.
I'm my father's only son.
When I married Anne,
he was expecting an heir.
He feared his name would die with me.
But Anne couldn't give him grandchildren.
And that damned motto
was echoing everywhere.
A constant reminder.
A constant reproach.
She lost her mind.
She believed he hated her.
She even thought...
that I hated her.
She killed herself.
She threw herself out of one of the
windows of this house.
Poor thing...
So it wasn't a
greeting for me.
It was a warning.
But from whom?
From your father?
His hands don't have the
strength to hold a pencil.
When we found Anne...
she was clutching a note
tightly in her hand.
It bore the full phrase:
"Semper honos nomenque
tuum laudesque manebunt."
You're eating in this house for the first time,
and they're blessing the table
with a suicide's note.
But who would do something like that?
I don't know.
Come on. The journey has been
very tiring.
Tomorrow we'll see that we've
taken this far too seriously.
- Good night, Father.
- Good night, Sir Giles.
- Who puts your father to bed?
- No one. They settle him in his chair.
- He never leaves it.
- Oh, no.
He hates being so helpless.
Sir Charles Fordyke.
Sir Giles Fordyke.
Sir Charles...
Sir Giles...
Always Charles and Giles,
taking turns.
Yes, a family tradition.
For generations,
newborns have been given
the grandfather's name.
Why did your father
break the tradition?
That's what I'd like to know.
He's very purist about these things.
There has always been a Sir Charles
or a Sir Giles in the family.
Isn't it strange that
you were named Richard?
- Darling...
- It's all right, dear.
Go back to sleep.
- Where are you going?
- A window is banging.
They should all be closed.
No!
Is something wrong out there?
It's gone.
Richard, what's going on?
I thought I saw someone in the garden.
One of your men?
It was a woman.
Dressed in white.
It must have been a statue.
It wasn't a statue.
It moved.
She looked at me.
For a moment, she looked like... Anne.
You're half asleep. It must have been the light playing tricks.
Yes, maybe.
Go close the window and come back to bed.
Do you know which window?
The one Anne fell from.
That explains everything.
You were thinking about her, and your subconscious...
I was wide awake!
Poor Richard.
I'm sorry.
I'm going to close the window.
- What are you doing here?
- I came to close the window.
- Why wasn't it closed?
- It was closed.
Do you take me for a fool? If you knew it was closed, why did you come?
I come here every night at this hour.
Every night? What do you mean?
Ever since she went off to London, the window bangs every night.
Whether there's wind or not.
That's why I come to close it.
It's the lady's window.
The lady of the house sleeps in my room. Please remember that.
Of course. Forgive me.
In the morning, find workmen. I want this window barred.
- Forever.
- Of course, Mr. Richard.
It's about time.
You devil!
- I warned you.
- And I warned you.
There's only one cure for this.
Oh, you're no devil.
No, I'm flesh and blood.
- I have to go back.
- No. So soon?
- You'd better go back too.
- I'll come to the house tomorrow.
And I'll ask for your hand.
The new lady gave me this.
It's a good omen.
Fordyke really needs
a good omen.
Maybe she's lucky.
- I could envy Sir Richard.
- What?
I admit I could find
Mr. Richard attractive.
Has he looked at you?
- But you were avoiding me.
- That's not the same!
Given his position,
he could...
Strange rumors are going around
about him in Fordyke.
And who cares about them,
as long as you come to ask for my hand?
That's what matters.
Brian, it'll be wonderful
once we're married.
I'm cold tonight.
I'll keep you warm.
I won't regret leaving Fordyke.
- Come on, hold me!
- No, I have to get back!
Stay a little longer.
I have to go to the village.
And I have to go to work
before you do. Come on!
Or you'll be late
to ask for my hand.
- I'll walk you to the house.
- No.
- Come on...
- No!
Stop being silly!
See you tomorrow.
Yes, tomorrow.
Has he been there the whole time, sir?
Reggie, go fetch another
ladder from the stable.
Are they fixing the window?
The cross was broken. Now we'll sleep soundly.
This isn't my horse.
No, sir. I got your message, but I'd rather not take Prince out.
What were you thinking, Regis?
- I thought...
- Don't just stand there. Go get Prince!
He's not fit to ride.
He's exhausted.
- He's not fit to ride?
- He went out last night.
Who rode my horse
without my permission?
- The lady.
- What lady?
I don't know, sir.
I'd never seen her before.
Outrageous!
Did you hear that, Elizabeth?
Please, Richard.
I want an explanation!
Fine, but let's not
spoil this beautiful day.
You're right. Sorry.
- We'll sort this out later.
- Agreed.
Excuse me again, but
Jenkins is waiting for you in the stable.
- Bring the saddle you ordered.
- I didn't order any saddle.
That's what I told him, sir.
- When would I have ordered it?
- A month ago, in Tiverton.
He's mad. I wasn't there for
3 months, everyone knows that.
I already told him. He insists
you ordered it in person.
Then tell him he ran into an impostor,
- and that his work was for nothing.
- But it's Jenkins!
And what do I care?
He's worked in this
stable since he was a boy.
Well, he should know I wasn't
in Tiverton last month.
- He swears it was you.
- Then he can say it to my face!
Good morning, Sir Richard.
Do you recognize me?
Of course. You look like your father,
and all the Fordykes before him.
- I was told about a saddle.
- Yes, sir, finished on time.
It's my best work.
You chose a fine piece of leather.
It turned out very well.
You're mad! Are you claiming I
ordered that saddle?
I'm not claiming it, I know it.
We had talked about the ornamentation.
You must remember.
- You wanted it heavily ornamented.
- But I don't remember.
I spent the last three months in London!
I first heard about this saddle five minutes ago.
Excuse me, sir, but it was you.
Look, I'm not a rich man.
I would never have done this job...
- without precise instructions.
- So you're calling me a liar?
No, Sir Richard.
But I'm not one either.
I've waited a long time
for the day you'd finally give me a commission.
Regis was responsible for
reminding you to change the harness.
Quite so, sir.
This man has come a long way, Richard.
At least consider his work,
even if there was a mistake.
It's good work,
Jenkins, I admit it.
A woman's saddle.
Will you accept this gift, my dear?
For God's sake, wait!
Elizabeth!
- Give it here!
- I engraved the exact name.
Go to hell, Jenkins.
To hell!
"ANNE"
I don't want to talk about that.
You struck me on the arm!
We'll talk about that, at least!
I apologize, it was
stupid of me.
I have been made a fool of!
Before we married, you
told me about your first wife...
and her tragic death.
- Tell me... is she dead?
- What the devil do you mean by that?
I sense a malevolent presence
here.
Until now, I've pretended
not to notice anything, but...
Even you have changed.
You're not the man
I married.
Don't say such things.
I will uncover the truth of all this.
- Who hates you so much?
- I don't know.
But I'll find out, you can be sure of it.
There is nothing, nor anyone,
more precious to me than you.
- That Jenkins is mad!
- I don't think so.
- He believed what he was saying.
- But how can he claim...
that he spoke to me in Tiverton when I was with you in London?
He's not mad.
- So you believe him.
- Of course not.
But there is something
diabolical going on here...
Please, believe me.
If there is something evil in this
house, I will find it.
I won't allow anything
to come between us.
That won't happen, if
we have mutual trust.
I'm sorry, Richard. Forgive me.
- Colonel Wentworth has arrived.
- If so, show him in.
John Wentworth commands the militia.
- Dear Wentworth!
- Richard.
Elizabeth, our first visitor,
Colonel Wentworth.
- Colonel Wentworth.
- Lady Elizabeth, it's an honour.
Is this a personal or professional visit?
- Excuse me, Colonel.
- Of course, madam.
What is it about, John?
- A serious matter.
- Military?
No, I come as a magistrate.
I am the local justice of the peace.
What brings you here?
I heard of your return
and came to see you.
- You won't hold it against me.
- Of course not.
What is so urgent?
Do you know what happened
to that girl?
Yes, I was going to deal with that matter.
It's not that simple, Richard.
She spoke my name before
she died, as you know.
And that's not all.
This place is a hotbed of gossip.
No one is accusing you yet,
but I fear they won't be long.
Accuse me of what?
Between friends, tell me: had you been back to Fordyke before?
Even if it was just a short visit.
Why do you ask me that? Ask around in London.
More than one trustworthy witness...
can swear they saw you
around here over the last two months.
You talked to that madman Jenkins!
It's the first I've heard of it.
- But there are others.
- Other stories?
Many locals saw you cross the village on horseback at night.
- Pursued.
- Pursued?
- By whom?
- By Lady Anne.
But how? When?
Always at night, ever since you left for London.
Absurd!
I was 150 kilometers away, and my wife...
My first wife died four years ago.
I don't like this, but many men who know you...
and many others recognized Lady Anne's voice.
Her voice?
What did it say?
- Just one word.
- Which?
"Murderer".
Do you believe all that, John?
I haven't seen anything with my own eyes, but I've seen their fear.
They spoke of witchcraft.
If they didn't hang me for murder, they'll hang me for being a witch, won't they?
It's abominable!
My God, is there a solution?
There must be one.
Do you doubt me, Wentworth?
I've known you for a long time.
Thank God I have a friend.
Richard, my men are nearby. If you need them...
Soldiers against witches and ghosts?
- I was thinking of your safety.
- My safety?
They are my father's tenants.
It was a suggestion. I was thinking
more of Lady Elizabeth.
Turn my house into a fortress,
a prison for my wife,
who has just arrived?
She'll never know. We'll tell her
it's because of thieves.
Out of the question! I won't
hide from my people.
I won't hide.
As you wish.
Just remember I'm here.
What the devil is going on now?
- Excuse me, but it's urgent.
- Well?
- A maid has disappeared.
- Mary, sir.
She was with my lady last
night. Now she's gone.
And that's so urgent
that you have to interrupt me like this?
- I'm sorry, but it can't wait.
- Why not?
He's here and demands to see you.
Demands? Who demands?
That boy has lost his mind.
He won't stop talking about Lucy Judd.
Who is this man?
Young Brian, John the blacksmith's
apprentice.
You should see him, Richard.
- Quiet! Calm down!
- Where is he? Where?
I came today...!
to ask for Mary's hand...
and they tell me she isn't here!
Where has she gone?
To hell with Lucy Judd.
If anything bad happens to her...
Let him go!
And besides, if she's gone,
what does that have to do with me?
The same as Lucy Judd.
Who was your wife chasing
while shouting "Murderer"?
Murderer! Murderer!
Enough!
The Fordykes are wicked!
He's the devil!
If anything bad happens to him,
I swear you'll answer
for it!
- You'll answer for it!
- Throw him out of here!
Are you going to walk around all night?
I wonder if you're going to bed.
No. At least, not right away.
I won't be long.
Anne, wait!
Anne, wait!
Prince...
My good Prince...
Easy, boy.
Whoever put that saddle on
knew you well.
It's the harness I
ordered for you.
Easy, easy.
I'll take you back to the stable.
Stop, stop!
Murderer!
Murderer!
Stop him! Grab him!
Hold him!
Wentworth, tell your
men to let me go!
Let him go.
Why are you getting involved in this?
Idiot!
I'm not the one
riding around at night!
I saw you with my own
eyes. And here you are!
- I expect an explanation.
- So do I.
I saw my horse saddled.
I got on and it bolted!
- And the woman?
- I don't know.
She came out of the darkness and
started chasing me.
Ask him!
Let her show herself!
She's disappeared.
My men will look for her.
So you arrest me like this and she gets away?
Let's not stay here.
I'll take you back to Fordyke.
I can find my way back on my own just fine.
And my horse?
Forgive me, Colonel, it got away.
I couldn't hold on to it.
- I'll take one of yours.
- Be my guest.
We'll talk about this tomorrow
at your house.
I have nothing to say,
now or ever, about what
happened tonight.
I'd appreciate it if you'd forget it.
- Go back to your homes.
- Look how he's manipulating you!
- You're afraid of him.
- That's enough!
We don't like the way you've handled this.
If one of you has a better idea, speak up.
If I had been in your place, he wouldn't have escaped.
Lock up, Harris.
- Very good, Sir Richard.
"Murderer!"
Why have you changed
clothes again?
Again? What are you talking about?
Your mood isn't getting any better, is it?
What do you expect?
A madwoman is chasing me,
my servants are attacking me
and calling me a liar!
And I'm supposed to
be in a better mood?
You've had a very busy
five minutes.
I was gone for an hour, at least!
You must have been asleep
and didn't notice.
Less than five minutes ago you stormed
into this room in a huff.
You undressed, got dressed
and went out again.
You must have dreamed it!
I wish. You were in a foul
mood.
I know where I was! Wentworth
and the villagers were there.
I know what I saw!
Richard, is this a joke?
A joke?
Very well.
If I undressed,
where are my clothes?
There!
Here?
- They were here...
- That's what you say!
- Richard, I don't understand anything.
- You don't understand?
Well, I do!
You've joined them in a plot against me!
Plot?
You're delirious, Richard!
The window...
Richard, my love...
Are you looking for a particular book?
Yes.
The family Bible.
My father wants my
marriage recorded in it.
He's never been so happy
as when he heard the news.
The family Bible is always...
It's always here.
It's not here anymore.
That's odd. Your father doesn't want
anyone touching it.
It's always been there, as far
as I can remember.
Maybe.
I'll ask him.
Harris, have you seen Sir Giles?
Not long ago.
Shall I look for him?
No, I'll take care of it.
- Have my carriage brought round.
- Right away.
I'm going to see Colonel Wentworth.
- Who ordered the carriage?
- Sir Richard.
- Where is he going?
- To Colonel Wentworth's house.
- Regis!
- Let's go!
Elizabeth, you must stay
at Fordyke Manor.
- You can't leave it now.
- Leave it?
- I don't intend to.
- Promise me.
There's no need...
Yes, I promise.
I care too much for Richard.
Sir Giles is expecting me.
Where is Sir Giles?
Is he all right?
I was going to see him. The chair fell down the stairs.
What's going on, Seymour?
Sir Giles's chair fell down the stairs.
Seymour?
Who are you talking to, for heaven's sake?
To Sir Richard.
It's hard to picture him so furious...
Excuse me, madam.
That's impossible!
Impossible?
What's happening?
He just left in the carriage!
You must be mistaken. I just spoke with him.
Don't you understand? Sir Richard just left in his carriage!
We just passed him on the road!
Sir Richard is inside. I just left him there.
They say they've seen him.
Then a demon must have come out in his place!
We both saw Richard leave!
- Did Sir Richard order his carriage?
- Yes, and he left.
- Are you sure it was him?
- I swear it.
Sir Richard is in there,
and I swear he hasn't left this house in an hour.
Did Sir Richard leave alone?
No, Regis was driving.
God protect us.
Harris, send riders after them. Quickly!
Leave me alone!
Get out!
Leave me in peace!
Please!
- We'll have to force the door.
- Whatever it takes, for God's sake!
I sent grooms after them.
- Good. We have to force it.
- It's very sturdy.
Go get men and a battering ram, right away!
- Please...
- Get out!
Listen!
Open the door!
What the hell are you doing?
Is it you?
Of course. Why?
Diane saw you leave in the carriage.
And at the same time,
I was in the library with you.
I met the colonel
and we came back.
Then who's inside?
We'll soon find out. Harris!
You, help them!
Excuse me, dear.
- Where did you find him?
- In Tiverton.
I recognized him and
brought him back.
It's the horse that bolted with me
the other night.
No wonder.
When we lifted the saddle,
we found a huge sting in it.
That explains everything.
When I mounted, the sting
went into the flesh.
It was deliberate.
John, you wanted to offer me your help.
Is that still on?
Of course it is, Richard.
I'm not hungry.
Are you ill?
It's not my best day.
Seymour, I want you to do everything possible...
- to recover the family Bible.
- Yes, Richard.
Do you remember seeing it
lately?
No, not for a while.
I don't mean the volume itself,
but the register...
of births and deaths.
No, I never saw its entries.
And you, Diane?
No, Richard.
You've been very close to my father these past few years.
Did you hear anything...?
about the family that might...?
What are you thinking about, Richard?
When we found him,
he was stained with ink.
As far as I know, he never wrote
again after his attack.
When he was murdered,
he must have tried to write...
and the ink spilled.
It's the only explanation.
It must have been something important,
for him to try so desperately.
What?
Do you think the Bible...?
I'm sure... there's something...
in that Bible.
I thought my father...
You're tired.
You need to rest.
My head... is spinning.
The wine...
Diane, get the doctor! Quickly!
Take him to his room.
John! Kate!
They've all gone!
I can't find anyone. The servants have run off.
It came on so suddenly.
It looks like a brain fever.
Harris!
- Madam?
Go and fetch the doctor.
Hurry, please!
I'm going with Richard.
- May I speak with you?
- Does it have to be now?
I'm afraid so.
There's something you should know.
About what?
About Sir Richard.
We'll talk in the library.
Well?
I don't know where to begin.
Sir Richard has always treated me very well.
Set that aside and speak.
If it's something painful, it's better the sooner you say it.
I beg you.
What worries me...
is that what I have to say may be misinterpreted.
You see...
Sir Richard's grandfather was...
a strange and savage man.
He ruled Fordyke as if we were in the Middle Ages.
He was also a man...
of a very fiery temper.
What does that have to do with my husband?
Sir Charles died...
insane, madam.
He collapsed from a brain fever.
From a fit of rage, they say.
Shortly after, he died.
Are you trying to tell me my husband has gone mad?
What happened here...
could unhinge the sanest man.
And...
Sir Richard...
is not a sane man.
Is that what you're implying?
Lady Anne's death raised many doubts.
I don't believe you.
Madam,
I would rather die than speak ill of Sir Richard.
I'm telling you now...
for your own safety.
Richard would never...
Why would he do it?
The Fordyke fortune
has not always been plentiful.
Sir Giles was very extravagant.
Actually...
Lady Anne brought a
large fortune as her dowry.
Upon her death,
Sir Richard inherited it.
How do you know that?
She was my cousin.
That's how I came to this house.
Seymour!
Have you abandoned me?
No, Richard...
no one has abandoned you.
It's a dream...
Did you dream of me, my love?
It can't be!
You're dead!
Yes, Richard.
Leave me alone!
I can't.
You're my murderer.
It was all an accident!
You're speaking to me, Richard.
Come.
Let's go to the window.
Once more.
Come, Richard.
I'm going to put an end to this!
Quick!
Where did it come from?
I think from above.
Quick!
Seymour, where is she?
What happened, my love?
You screamed.
You're safe and sound.
Come.
You shouldn't have
gotten out of bed.
Let me take you back.
Poor thing...
Your temperature has gone down.
You don't have a fever anymore.
What's going on?
Stop!
Stop it, you're hurting me!
Don't make me...
Don't make me shoot!
Yes, Diane!
Harris, hurry.
You killed my sister.
You and your damn father.
Murderer!
That's not true!
You killed her.
She committed suicide!
Liar!
You know who committed
a murder in this house.
You killed my father!
He had to die.
He tried to talk to you...
About my brother!
Yes, about your retarded brother!
Seymour, stop her!
Richard, I...
- He's alive. Go get a doctor.
- Right away.
Calm down.
Your brother was retarded.
Your father...
had him locked away.
He was ashamed of him.
When your father had his stroke,
we discovered...
his existence.
And you noticed the diabolical resemblance.
That's why the Bible disappeared.
His birth was recorded in it.
You used it
to try to finish me off.
Like you did with my sister.
Now he's dead.
It's better this way.
He had become
a monster.
No one could control him.
How could you hate me so much?
Hate you?
I didn't hate you.
I loved you.
But if it's a love like mine,
guilty and hopeless... forgive me.
Don't waste your strength.
You know everything now, Richard.
Fordyke,
Anne's dowry money,
my love...
There was no money.
Your father had
spent it all.
Only a
small income was left.
Anne begged me
not to tell you.
Seymour told me...
Fordyke belongs to me!
Enough, Richard!
Take her away.
Will you ever be able to forgive me?
Forgive you?
When I fired...
I thought it was you.
Could you leave us alone?
Of course, Sir Richard.
There's nothing to forgive.
You had no choice.
I killed your brother.
He was simple-minded from birth.
My father had had him
locked up in an asylum.
You never knew?
How did Seymour find out
about his existence?
When my father fell ill,
Seymour was left in charge of
paying for his confinement.
They spread death everywhere.
We have to forget it.
Fordyke has become
a gloomy place.
If you feel up to it,
we'll go back to London tomorrow.
No, Richard.
I won't leave.
After everything that's happened?
Fordyke is a splendid place.
We must bring back its joy.