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Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte Script


   

                   

This house, this plantation...



 

                   

this whole damned parish

belonged to my family...



 

                   

before your people stepped aboard

the stinkin'cattle boat...



 

                   

that brought 'em to this country.



 

                   

Don't you dare

talk back to me, boy.!



 

                   

My family's seen this state...



 

                   

crawlin'with

lousy carpetbaggers...



 

                   

that knew more about

behaving like a gentleman than you do.



 

                   

I can't even look at Charlotte...



  

                   

without ugly thoughts

rip my guts.



  

                   

I'd sooner it'd been

one of my field boys.



  

                   

I could've killed him.



  

                   

Do you know what it's costin' me

not to kill you?



  

                   

My daughter and

Jewel Mayhew's husband.



  

                   

You gutless, soft,

sucklin' swine!



  

                   

My daddy sat out there

on that veranda.



  

                   

Let this whole place

slide to dust.



  

                   

When he died, there was nothin'

but debts and dirt.



  

                   

I touched that dirt

and made it blossom.



  

                   

I fought to keep this house

and to bring it back up.



  

                   

I don't have a son to give it to.



  

                   

Only Charlotte...



  

                   

and she ain't gonna

give it to you.



  

                   

You ain't gonna have

my home or my child.



  

                   

I created both,

and I'm gonna keep 'em.



  

                   

I ain't watched

over my girl all these years...



  

                   

to have some...



  

                   

to have someone...



  

                   

to have some creature

like you take her away.



  

                   

Listen, I'm gonna

tell you somethin'.



  

                   

Your daughter ain't

a little girl anymore...



  

                   

and there's gonna be

other men in her life besides you.



  

                   

That's not funny.



  

                   

Tell me somethin', boy.



  

                   

How did you have

this elopement planned out?



  

                   

How were you fixin'

to go about it?



  

                   

Tomorrow night

during the dance...



  

                   

Charlotte and I planned to meet

out in the summerhouse.



  

                   

She was gonna have

her bags packed...



  

                   

and we were gonna

go away together, that's all.



  

                   

And I had got us a room in Baton Rouge.

We're gonna stay there.



  

                   

I don't wanna hear about that.



  

                   

Well, you asked me,

so I just told you, that's all.



  

                   

Now...



  

                   

you shut your filthy mouth...



  

                   

and you listen to me.



  

                   

Charlotte doesn't know

about this.



  

                   

She doesn't know

you're here now.



  

                   

She doesn't even know

Jewel was here last night.



  

                   

How do you mean,

Jewel was here last night?



  

                   

You mean to tell me that my wife

come over here to talk to you?



  

                   

As I recollect, she was sittin'

right about here.



  

                   

Now...



  

                   

you're gonna come to that dance

tomorrow night with your wife.



  

                   

You're gonna meet Charlotte

in the summerhouse...



  

                   

just like you planned...



  

                   

but what you're gonna

whisper in her ear...



  

                   

it's gonna be

somethin'else again.



  

                   

Come on, baby.

We haven't even danced once.



  

                   

Champagne wouldn't

be half the fun without prohibition.



  

                   

Sure would like to meet

Sam's bootlegger.



  

                   

Sam Hollis sure knows

how to give a party.



  

                   

I just love to Charleston.



  

                   

Ginny Mae? Ginny Mae,

you seen Charlotte anyplace?



  

                   

I got some killing news to tell her.



  

                   

I haven't seen her

for a long time now.



  

                   

The last time I saw her,

she was dancin' with John Mayhew.



  

                   

Yeah, and it looks like it's gonna be

quite a spell before you see her again.



  

                   

I just gotta find...



  

                   

I made a mistake, Charlotte,

that's all.



  

                   

Don't cry.



  

                   

Look, I-I know

it's no consolation to you...



  

                   

but I really loved you

at one time.



  

                   

Try and understand that.

I really loved you.



  

                   

I could kill you!



  

                   

James! You ought to know you can't open

them cases with a thing like that.



  

                   

Look here. Why do you think

I brought this special?



  

                   

- Good evening, Mr. And Mrs. Howard.

- Oh, Geraldine.



  

                   

Hasn't this been

just the loveliest evening?



  

                   

We have to go now.

Be a dear and thank Mr. Hollis for us.



  

                   

- I just can't find him anywhere.

- I'll do that little old thing, Mr. Howard.



  

                   

Thank you, dear.

Good night, ladies.



  

                   

- Good night.

- Good night, Mr. And Mrs. Howard.



  

                   

Charlotte?



  

                   

Charlotte...

Aah!



  

                   

No!



  

                   

No!



  

                   

No!



  

                   

Oh, my God!



  

                   

Come on. Once more.



  

                   

Okay. Now, one more time!



  

                   

Oh, there's Charlotte.



  

                   

Somebody ought to call a doctor.



  

                   

Charlotte, honey...



  

                   

you come with me now.



  

                   

No, Papa.



  

                   

No, Papa.

L- I don't want to, Papa.



  

                   

No, Papa.



  

                   

- I don't want to, Papa.

- Come with me, baby.



   

                   

No, Papa.



   

                   

Boy, it sure is spooky around here.



   

                   

Especially the graveyard.

Gets spookier. You'll see.



   

                   

- Hurry up. It's gettin' late.

- You think there really is a ghost?



   

                   

- Who knows?

- Sure, there's a ghost. There's the house now.



   

                   

Gives me the creeps

every time I see it.



   

                   

- What if she catches me?

- Shh!



   

                   

Then you tell her you'reJewel Mayhew

from down the road...



   

                   

and you come a-lookin'

for your poor, little old husband's head.



   

                   

What if she catches me?



   

                   

Now, look, you wanna join

the Spiders, don't you?



   

                   

Well, get on in there.



   

                   

Don't forget to get somethin'

she touched with her own hands.



   

                   

Watch out for that cleaver, now.

She's just liable to chop off your little head.



   

                   

Now, go on!

We haven't got all night.



   

                   

Go on! Go on!



   

                   

John?



   

                   

- Get out of here!

- Hurry! She'll catch us!



   

                   

- She ain't catchin'me.!

- Come on.! Move.!



   

                   

- I'm scared!

- I'm runnin', I'm runnin',



   

                   

Chop, chop

sweet Charlotte



   

                   

Chop, chop

till he's dead



   

                   

Chop, chop

sweet Charlotte



   

                   

Chop off

his hand and head



   

                   

To meet your lover

you ran, chop, chop



   

                   

Now everyone understands



   

                   

Just why you ran to meet your love

chop, chop



   

                   

To chop off

his head and hand



   

                   

Chop, chop

sweet Charlotte



   

                   

Chop, chop

till he's dead



   

                   

Damn you!



   

                   

Damn you!



   

                   

Get off my property,

or I'll shoot!



   

                   

I told you

to get off my property.!



   

                   

Stan, look out!

Look out up there! Stan!



   

                   

- Man, oh, man!

- That crazy woman. I'm tellin' you.



   

                   

I wouldn't go out there

if I was you.



   

                   

Now, what do you think you're doin',

firing on my man like that?



   

                   

That's my land

he's plowin' up down there.



   

                   

Damn it.!

Ma'am, you could have killed him.



   

                   

If I'd been aimin' to kill him,

I would have.



   

                   

Now, see here, Miss Hollis. We done

everything we could to accommodate you.



   

                   

But this time,

you've gone too far.



   

                   

Now, we got a bridge to build

and roads to lay...



   

                   

and we ain't got no more time

to fool with ya.



   

                   

Where you are,

I could spit in your eye...



   

                   

with no strain at all.



   

                   

Now, Miss Hollis,

I ain't in no mood for jokes.



   

                   

I'm goin' straight into town

and see the sheriff.



   

                   

I don't care where

you go straight to...



   

                   

just so long as you go

and take that and them with you.



   

                   

Now, Miss Hollis, you know as well

as I do the State of Louisiana...



   

                   

requisitioned this whole area, includin'

your house, more than six months ago.



   

                   

Just because some old fool in Baton Rouge

signed a little bitty piece of paper...



   

                   

doesn't make it so.



   

                   

Nobody ever asked me

to sign anything...



   

                   

and nobody's gonna

tear down my house...



   

                   

to build a piddlin' bridge

or anything else.



   

                   

So you just clear off

my property once and for all!



   

                   

I don't know.

Some folks seem to think...



   

                   

they got a natural-born right

to get away with murder.



   

                   

Hey, look out!



   

                   

You sure had yourself a good time today,

didn't you, missy?



   

                   

You just cool down now.



   

                   

What are you gonna do, boss?



   

                   

I'm goin' into town, and you keep

those boys out of sight till I get back.



   

                   

- Okay, boss.

- I'll bring that sheriff back out here...



   

                   

in a half hour

if I have to drag him out.



   

                   

Ah. You fixed things up for fair.



   

                   

Come on. Come on.



   

                   

But they're gonna dig up the graves.

Papa's grave.



   

                   

They wasn't within

    feet of them graves.



   

                   

Anyhow, they're fixin'

to tear down the whole house.



   

                   

I don't see what difference

plowin' up the grounds is gonna make.



   

                   

Come on.

Come on, now.



   

                   

They offered to move your pappy's remains.

You should've let 'em.



   

                   

They can't do him any harm now.



   

                   

Now, go on in there

and get yourself quieted down.



   

                   

You've done enough

for one day.



   

                   

Let me tell you somethin',



   

                   

Ain't gonna be but a half an hour

before that sheriff comes over here.



   

                   

So you get yourself

dressed up real pretty...



   

                   

and you come on downstairs

and get your breakfast.



   

                   

If Luke Standish ever comes out here,

he'll be real sorry.



   

                   

You hush. That ain't no way

to talk, Miss Charlotte.



   

                   

Now, you come on.

Get yourself dressed.



   

                   

Velma'll go downstairs

and fix you a nice breakfast.



   

                   

Don't you worry about that sheriff

when he comes out here.



   

                   

Velma'll get rid of him.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

It's not very often

we have a homicide...



   

                   

and never able to find

the victim's head and hand.



   

                   

I'm not much concerned about

examining your credentials, Mr. Wills.



   

                   

I'm happy to go along

with anything you say.



   

                   

I just have my doubts about

what you can expect to find.



   

                   

We've had newsmen and all sorts

comin' down here for    years or more...



   

                   

and none of'em any the wiser.



   

                   

I don't expect to unearth

anything extraordinary.



   

                   

After all, there's

nothing really unusual...



   

                   

about an unclaimed

insurance policy.



   

                   

It's just that

I don't want to upset anybody.



   

                   

So if you'll just go along

with my little masquerade...



   

                   

of a reporter from one

of our more esoteric crime magazines...



   

                   

I'd be most awfully grateful to you.



   

                   

Well, Mr. Wills, since you've come

all the way from London, England to see us...



   

                   

I guess we'll just

have to oblige you...



   

                   

esoteric magazines and all.



   

                   

I'm sorry, Mr. Standish.



   

                   

You're gonna to have to come out to the

Hollis place. We got real trouble this time.



   

                   

What a remarkable coincidence.



   

                   

By the way, Sheriff...



   

                   

I wonder if you could arrange

for me to meetJewel Mayhew?



   

                   

I guess we'll just

have to oblige you.



   

                   

Thank you very much.



   

                   

- Velma!

- What?



   

                   

The sheriffs comin',

Get rid ofhim. Hear?



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

She's not really crazy.

She just acts that way...



   

                   

because people seem

to expect it of her.



   

                   

You can wait in the car.



   

                   

She ain't a-gonna come down.



   

                   

You can't see her. She's sick.



   

                   

All that dust and all that racket

from your machines...



   

                   

has made her real sick.



   

                   

She's waiting for Dr. Drew

to come and tend to her right now.



   

                   

That's too bad, 'cause there's

a little matter of an unlicensed gun.



   

                   

- I was hopin' Miss Hollis

maybe could help me find it.



   

                   

Well, I reckon I'll just

have to look for it myself, Miss Cruther.



   

                   

Mornin', Miss Charlotte.



   

                   

Get out, Luke Standish!



   

                   

You smirkin'Judas...



   

                   

comin' around here

with your lyin' tricks!



   

                   

You oughta be ashamed of yourself.



   

                   

Papa gave you the first job

you ever had in this town.



   

                   

Without him, you wouldn't

be Sheriff or anything else.



   

                   

I know that, Miss Charlotte.



   

                   

- That's why I'm trying to help you.

- Help me?



   

                   

You had orders

to leave this house long ago.



   

                   

If I'd been doin' my job,

you'd have been long gone by now.



   

                   

If you are so anxious to help me...



   

                   

why don't you leave me alone?



   

                   

And tell everybody to stop threatenin' me

with cuttin' off my water and electricity.



   

                   

I can't, Miss Charlotte.



   

                   

What you did today

puts it right out of my hands.



   

                   

Threatenin' people's one thing,

but shootin' at 'em's another.



   

                   

I got orders now to see

that you're gone within    days.



   

                   

They can hold up on the blastin'

they've gotta do...



   

                   

and keep the men and equipment workin' on the

approach road on the other side of the river.



   

                   

But if you aren't out of here

by the end of next week...



   

                   

the county commissioner is gonna

have you up for criminal action.



   

                   

But this is my home.

I haven't any other place to go.



   

                   

- They can build their damn bridge anywhere.

- No, ma'am.



   

                   

They have to build it to meet up

with the road on the other side of the river.



   

                   

There isn't any alternative.



   

                   

End of next week,

this house is comin' down.



   

                   

When my cousin Miriam comes...



   

                   

she'll know how to deal

with the county commissioner.



   

                   

- I didn't know you were expectin' her.

- Well, I am.



   

                   

Afraid she won't make a bit of difference

as far as the bridge is concerned.



   

                   

We'll wait and see.



   

                   

I reckon we will. I ain't gonna take

that gun away from you, Miss Charlotte.



   

                   

I certainly hope you aren't

plannin' on using it again.



   

                   

Comin' in here to fetch you out

is the last thing I wanna do.



   

                   

Then don't come!



   

                   

What'd you wanna go tellin' him stories

about Miss Miriam for?



   

                   

She ain't even answered your letters.



   

                   

Well, she's comin' anyway.



   

                   

Be the saddest day of your life, missy,

if she does come.



   

                   

Your cousin Miriam ain't never had

but one idea in her head...



   

                   

and that was

lookin' out for herself.



   

                   

She's gotta come.



   

                   

She's the only kin I got left.



   

                   

Miriam's just gotta come.



   

                   

She's the only one

who can help me now.



   

                   

She's just gotta come.



   

                   

I guess there's been

a whole heap of changes...



   

                   

in this part of the country

since you was here last, miss.



   

                   

I imagine there have been.



   

                   

'Course, things ain't changed much

in this parish...



   

                   

exceptin' folks are gettin'

a lot older than they used to be.



   

                   

I suppose they are.



   

                   

There's absolutely no point

you're gettin' so upset...



   

                   

the way you did this morning.



   

                   

Anyone who knew you

less well than I do might be forgiven...



   

                   

for thinkin' you had

a persecution complex.



   

                   

Yes, Dr. Drew.



   

                   

Charlotte...



   

                   

they are asking you

to leave this house...



   

                   

because they are going

to tear it down...



   

                   

not because of any

of the ulterior motives...



   

                   

- that you seem to imagine.



   

                   

- What's that?

- Oh, Charlotte, please.



   

                   

- Don't get so jumpy about everything.

- It's Miriam!



   

                   

Miriam isn't expected

till tomorrow evenin'.



   

                   

Now, come on.

Calm down.



   

                   

Well, ma'am, this is it.



   

                   

They say that places

you knew as a child...



   

                   

always seem smaller

than your memory of them.



   

                   

It's not true.



   

                   

Huh.



   

                   

Velma.



   

                   

Velma Cruther.



   

                   

Shall I take these in, miss?



   

                   

Thank you.

Just put them up there.



   

                   

It's just as I left it.



   

                   

- How much is that?

- $ .   ma'am.



   

                   

- Keep the change.

- Thank you, ma'am.



   

                   

You nearly beat your telegram here.



   

                   

I know I'm a day early.

I hope it won't inconvenience anybody.



   

                   

Miriam.!



   

                   

I just can't believe it.



   

                   

- You look marvelous.

- What is it that you can't believe, Drew?



   

                   

That I'm here,

or that I look the way I do?



   

                   

Come on. Don't make fun

of an old man.



   

                   

You know I never was any good

at expressin' myself.



   

                   

Oh, that's not so at all, Drew.



   

                   

You were always very quick

with your compliments.



   

                   

It was just your intentions...



   

                   

that were sometimes a little vague.



   

                   

You all want this stuff upstairs?



   

                   

I'll give you a hand

in just a minute.



   

                   

I suppose you wanna see Charlotte.



   

                   

I think I already have.



   

                   

- Won't she be coming down?

- I think we'd better go up. She's a bit upset.



   

                   

Well, there was a little trouble

here this mornin'.



   

                   

Trouble?



   

                   

Nothin' serious.



   

                   

And, besides, you took us by surprise.

We weren't expectin' you till tomorrow.



   

                   

There was a mix-up.

I had to take an earlier plane.



   

                   

What kind of trouble?



   

                   

Just plain, blind stubborn.



   

                   

With her money, she could live anywhere

in the world like a queen.



   

                   

But as it is, I'm afraid you'll have more

than your hands full...



   

                   

gettin' her out of this place.



   

                   

The three of us used to slide

down this banister.



   

                   

I was always the champion.



   

                   

We just let you win

because you were the youngest.



   

                   

An old house is difficult

to keep clean.



   

                   

If you can get anybody out

from town to work in this place...



   

                   

you're doin' a lot better

than I can.



   

                   

Don't misunderstand me, Velma.



   

                   

I know how exhausting

it must be...



   

                   

having to do all the work

out here alone.



   

                   

There's a lot more bags out there.



   

                   

Charlotte, it's Miriam.



   

                   

How good it was getting your letter

asking me to come.



   

                   

Miriam! I knew you'd come!

I just knew you would.



   

                   

- And you're gonna help me.

- Of course I'll do whatever I can.



   

                   

I've thought of you and the house.

It's like coming home.



   

                   

Oh, but everything

is-is-is such a mess.



   

                   

You see, I wasn't expectin' you

until tomorrow.



   

                   

Don't worry. We're together again.

That's the important thing.



   

                   

Yes. Of course it is.



   

                   

Miss Charlotte's room.



   

                   

Remember the night you taught me

how to smoke my first cigarette, and you...



   

                   

or was it I... set the drapes on fire?



   

                   

I was the one

they whopped, I know.



   

                   

No! That's Velma's job!



   

                   

Yes, but Velma's...

well, Velma.



   

                   

It's just that we haven't

seen each other in so long...



   

                   

you'd think we'd have

other things to talk about.



   

                   

I mean, arguing about

who's gonna make up the bed.



   

                   

If you all want me

to fix supper for you...



   

                   

you better eat early...



   

                   

because I gotta get home.



   

                   

Well, thank you, Velma.



   

                   

- Is that an invitation?

- No!



   

                   

I just reckon you'd be

sniffin' around here more than usual...



   

                   

now that Miss Miriam's back.



   

                   

There's nothin' like a family reunion.



   

                   

I think I'll just get

the key to the cellar.



   

                   

Hmph! Just thinks he's gonna get

the key to the cellar.



   

                   

Well, it's the only thing.



   

                   

I didn't know Ida told you

where the keys to the cellar were.



   

                   

Thank you, sir.



   

                   

I can't remember when

I last dined in here.



   

                   

Papa used to say

this was his favorite room.



   

                   

I guess maybe that's 'cause

he loved to eat so much.



   

                   

You know, Miriam...



   

                   

when all this nonsense

about the house is straightened out...



   

                   

we could give parties here again.



   

                   

Why not? What's so

impossible about that?



   

                   

It would be lovely.



   

                   

Yes, it would be nice.



   

                   

Aren't you forgettin' about the limit

they put on vacatin' the house?



   

                   

You've got to be out of here a week from

Monday, and there's no two ways about it.



   

                   

Drew, you carry on

as if you're a member...



   

                   

of the Department

of Roads and Bridges, or somethin'.



   

                   

Miriam will tell them where to get off,

won't you, Cousin, darling?



   

                   

I wish I could.



   

                   

Charlotte, you have just

got to understand...



   

                   

that there's nothin',

absolutely nothin'...



   

                   

that Miriam or anybody else

can do about it.



   

                   

Now, they are going to tear down

this house, and that is final.



   

                   

Oh, you're so stuffy.



   

                   

They took their smelly old equipment

out of here, didn't they?



   

                   

Miriam isn't frightened of

a bunch of crooked politicians.



   

                   

You know, it wouldn't surprise me

to find out...



   

                   

thatJewel Mayhew is behind all this.



   

                   

Charlotte, that is ridiculous!



   

                   

Is it? You notice they're not laying

a finger on her land.



   

                   

They're destroying my house,

but they're not touching hers.



   

                   

I've rented a car for you, Miriam.



   

                   

- You can go tomorrow.

- Go where?



   

                   

To Baton Rouge to put that damn

county commissioner straight.



   

                   

Charlotte...



   

                   

there's nothing I wouldn't do

for you if I could.



   

                   

You know that.

But I'm afraid Drew's right.



   

                   

There isn't anything

we can do about the house.



   

                   

You have to leave.



   

                   

What do you think

I asked you here for?



   

                   

Company?



   

                   

I thought you were

gonna help me!



   

                   

But I shall. That's why I came...

to help, to be with you.



   

                   

To be with me?



   

                   

I've lived alone here

ever since Papa died.



   

                   

The only people I've ever seen

are Velma and Drew...



   

                   

who comes out when he feels like it

just to see if I'm still alive...



   

                   

- Charlotte, that's not true.

- and a bunch of sniggering idiots...



   

                   

who come out here

to make fun of me.



   

                   

Do you think

I'd ask you back here...



   

                   

just-just to be with me?



   

                   

Charlotte, she's only tryin'

to lend a helpin'hand.



   

                   

Oh, yes. I can see that.



   

                   

She's just breakin' her back.



   

                   

God, do you have gratitude!



   

                   

When you first came here

after your precious papa died...



   

                   

you acted as if

we weren't good enough for you.



   

                   

- And your mama, a sorry, up-north waitress...

- Charlotte, that's enough.



   

                   

Let her talk, Drew, if insulting me

gives her any satisfaction.



   

                   

When you first came here, Papa took you

downtown, bought you a whole new wardrobe.



   

                   

- Does it insult you to remember that?

- Yes, I remember.



   

                   

You took your poor, up-north cousin

downtown for a whole new wardrobe...



   

                   

down to a sleazy store

he wouldn't even let you set foot in.



   

                   

Oh, that wasn't good enough for you?

Papa didn't give you enough?



   

                   

Well, maybe that's what

you came back here for...



   

                   

to get the rest of Papa's money.



   

                   

Charlotte! I have a career,

and I've given up valuable time to come here.



   

                   

I know. Now, let me see.

What-What is it you call your job?



   

                   

Oh, yes. Public relations.

Sounds like somethin' pretty dirty to me.



   

                   

The dirt, Charlotte,

is entirely in your own mind.



   

                   

I wouldn't dwell on it

if I were you, Charlotte.



   

                   

She didn't come here

to be insulted.



   

                   

No, most likely she came back here

to helpJewel Mayhew...



   

                   

- drive me out of my own house.

- Charlotte, you don't believe that.



   

                   

Why wouldn't Miriam conspire

with Jewel against me?



   

                   

Who was it went

sneakin' off toJewel...



   

                   

and told her about her husband

and me in the first place?



   

                   

Didn't know about that,

did you, Drew?



   

                   

That's somethin' you never told

your precious boyfriend, isn't that so, Miriam?



   

                   

Isn't it, Cousin, darling?



   

                   

Yes, I told Jewel.

And I told your father too.



   

                   

Why wouldn't I? After all,

I wasn't much more than a child then.



   

                   

And all I ever got in this house

was people telling me how lucky I was...



   

                   

and your father always favoring you

and holding you up as an example!



   

                   

Why wouldn't I tell him

that his pure, darling little girl...



   

                   

was having a dirty little affair

with a married man?



   

                   

You're a vile, sorry little bitch!



   

                   

How was I to know it would end

in murder with John being butchered?



   

                   

No, you couldn't have known that.



   

                   

And you couldn't have known

that when Drew found out...



   

                   

he was so frightened of having

his fine old name linked with ours...



   

                   

that he'd walk out on you.



   

                   

But Drew's still here...



   

                   

and you're both still alive and...



   

                   

and I'm still here.



   

                   

But, John...



   

                   

John never even...



   

                   

John? John?



   

                   

John?



   

                   

John.



   

                   

John.



   

                   

She is deranged, Drew.

She must be.



   

                   

Well, no. She's certainly worse

than when I last wrote you...



   

                   

but not to the extent

of being committed.



   

                   

I'm sorry. There's just no way

to avoid the problem.



   

                   

There are times when...



   

                   

she genuinely doesn't know

what she's saying, but...



   

                   

On the other hand,

I thought she described...



   

                   

the way you left me

rather accurately.



   

                   

If it's any comfort,

I've always regretted...



   

                   

having let you go.



   

                   

We don't have time

for regrets now, Drew.



   

                   

And there is a lot to regret.



   

                   

John?



   

                   

John?



   

                   

What a shame.

With all that money...



   

                   

she could have done

such wonderful things with this place...



   

                   

made it so beautiful again.



   

                   

How could she stand

being alone here all these years?



   

                   

People who oblige to live alone have

a habit of creatin' company for themselves.



   

                   

Innocent fancies

can become fixed delusions.



   

                   

I think she never fully accepted

John Mayhew's death.



   

                   

At least, part of her mind hasn't.



   

                   

Sometimes, she speaks of him...



   

                   

as if he were still alive

here in this house...



   

                   

as if she could still

feel his personality.



   

                   

She plays that old harpsichord,

the song he wrote for her.



   

                   

Often at night,

she sits up dressed...



   

                   

as if she were still young...



   

                   

and expectin' a beau.



   

                   

I seem to remember expecting

something like that once myself.



   

                   

You going to be all right here?

I could stay over.



   

                   

You've been content to let me get along

on my own all these years.



   

                   

I don't think another night

is gonna kill me.



   

                   

I guess you're right.



   

                   

Oh, uh...



   

                   

maybe you'd better have this.



   

                   

- What on earth for?

- Well, you never know.



   

                   

You do have people

skulkin' around here occasionally.



   

                   

- Anyway, you'd better take it.

- Thank you.



   

                   

Good night.



   

                   

Good night.



   

                   

Good night.



   

                   

My dress.



   

                   

Somebody slashed my dress.



   

                   

They certainly were

attractive youngsters.



   

                   

Yes, sir. That was just about the biggest story

that ever broke in this town.



   

                   

Yes, I can see you gave it what you might call

"the full treatment".



   

                   

Well, we couldn't very well bury it

on the society page, could we?



   

                   

Anyhow, help yourself. I think

you'll find everything that you need here.



   

                   

And that's a pretty good picture

of Miss Charlotte.



   

                   

Yes, it is.



   

                   

I was working for the press

when she arrived in London.



   

                   

Not one of us succeeded

in getting an interview with her.



   

                   

Well, they said that

Big Sam sent her over there...



   

                   

to prevent her from being

charged and tried.



   

                   

But that wasn't so.



   

                   

Sending her out of the country

wouldn't have helped.



   

                   

I reckon Sam's political connections

had more to do with it.



   

                   

As I remember, the district attorney

tried hard to make the charge stick...



   

                   

but the whole thing was transferred

over to Baton Rouge.



   

                   

I reckon Sam's friends in the capitol got busy,

because nothin' ever did come of it.



   

                   

Lack of evidence

was the official explanation.



   

                   

You wouldn't think so

from the headlines.



   

                   

Hi, Mr. Blake.

Thanks for the use of the hall.



   

                   

Tell me, are you running anything

on the return of Miriam Deering?



   

                   

Just an insert

in the social column.



   

                   

The social column. You gotta be kiddin'.



   

                   

Excuse me, Mr. Wills. This is a colleague

of yours, Mr. Marchand from New York.



   

                   

- How do you do?

- And who are you covering the story for?



   

                   

Don't worry about me, old chap.

My status is that of an amateur.



   

                   

By the way,

what journal do you represent?



   

                   

Crimes of Passion

and Century Crime Classics.



   

                   

You know, that Hollis dame hit the news

again over that business with the bridge.



   

                   

We did a special issue on her.

Here, take a look.



   

                   

No head, no hand.

Just like the way it was.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

- Very colorful.

- Yeah, we're really going to town on this one.



   

                   

Hey, Mr. Blake.



   

                   

You never showed me this stuff.



   

                   

Well, one thing they didn't do then was

to play up the sex angle like you can today.



   

                   

Miriam Deering.



   

                   

Miss Deering!



   

                   

My, it's good to see you back.



   

                   

- Jewel! Jewel Mayhew!

- Joseph.



   

                   

- Oh, here. Let me help you.

- You leave me be.



   

                   

If I ever prayed for anything...



   

                   

it was that you would never

dare show your face to me again.



   

                   

After all these years,

what do you mean?



   

                   

Do you honestly believe...



   

                   

that time can excuse all the things

you've done to me?



   

                   

Jewel, please don't.

Not here on the public steps.



   

                   

Oh, I see.



   

                   

Not in public.



   

                   

We mustn't speak the truth

out in the open, you and I, huh?



   

                   

It's not about me that I'm worried.



   

                   

Well, right here

on the public street...



   

                   

in the light of day...



   

                   

let me tell you, Miriam Deering...



   

                   

that murder starts in the heart...



   

                   

and its first weapon

is a vicious tongue.



   

                   

At the time, would anyone else

have been as kind to you as I?



   

                   

- Would they?

- Go away from me.



   

                   

I'm ill. I'm very ill.



   

                   

I won't give up

one more thing to you...



   

                   

not even one more minute.



   

                   

It's all right, Mrs. Mayhew.

Come along.



   

                   

A world full of monsters.!



   

                   

Don't you ever show your white-trash face

in this house again.!



   

                   

Damn.! Just some damn meanness

all day long.



   

                   

Just one filthy mess to clean up

after another. She's nothin'but a child.



   

                   

She never does anything anyway.



   

                   

- Velma.

- Huh?



   

                   

Who brought this

into the house?



   

                   

I did.! I brought it in.



   

                   

It was in the mailbox

just like that.



   

                   

I reckon somebody put it there.

You know...



   

                   

she broke that

dadburned teapot up there.



   

                   

Tea runnin' all down the wall.

Shoo-ee!



   

                   

Incidentally, I've managed to find

some women to do the packing.



   

                   

- Please let me know when they arrive.

- Oh!



   

                   

Them women, they just steal you

out of house and home.



   

                   

I got to get something

to fix this filthy stuff.



   

                   

"Incidentally, please tell me

when they arrive".



   

                   

I told you to stay out.!



   

                   

Charlotte, you're behaving

like a child...



   

                   

throwing a tantrum over a trivial bit

of rubbish like this.



   

                   

How can you touch

that piece of filth?



   

                   

It's only a magazine,

cheap and disgusting...



   

                   

and only cheap and disgusting people

will read it.



   

                   

It's Jewel Mayhew

deviling me in my own house.



   

                   

You thinkJewel Mayhew

brought it here?



   

                   

- She couldn't have.

- Why couldn't she have brought it here?



   

                   

I just saw her.

She's seriously ill...



   

                   

much too ill to be running around

playing silly games with magazines.



   

                   

Well, she deserves to be ill.



   

                   

She deserves to die!



   

                   

Charlotte!



   

                   

It's just possible thatJewel Mayhew

hasn't given you a sustained thought in years.



   

                   

Oh, you think so, do you?



   

                   

You think she's never

given me a thought?



   

                   

I've been gettin' these in the mail

ever sinceJohn died.



   

                   

That idiot Luke Standish told Papa they were...

they were crank notes.



   

                   

But then some reporter got a hold of'em

and put it in the newspaper.



   

                   

And then they started to come in

from all over the world.



   

                   

But the first one was mailed

right here in Hollisport...



   

                   

and that's where

the last one came from.



   

                   

And nobody can ever make me believe that

Jewel Mayhew didn't send them!



   

                   

- You saved all these?

- All of'em...



   

                   

to show how mean

and unforgiving she can be!



   

                   

Well...



   

                   

it's time you got rid of them.



   

                   

- What do you want now?

- I come to tell her somethin'.



   

                   

She could use some tellin'!



   

                   

Them packin' women

you've been lookin' for, they's arrived.



   

                   

I'll take care of it.



   

                   

This is my favorite place now...



   

                   

here in the shade.



   

                   

Yes, it's very pleasant here.



   

                   

Very pleasant indeed.



   

                   

Tell me, Mr. Wills,

weren't you a little surprised...



   

                   

when I agreed to see you?



   

                   

After all, you must've been told

that I don't normally receive visitors.



   

                   

Well, yes. But then,

I found the hospitality...



   

                   

of this part of the country extraordinary.



   

                   

Besides, I imagine

you had your reasons.



   

                   

Would you have

anything else, ma'am?



   

                   

Um, no.



   

                   

- Thank you, Lewis.

- Thank you, ma'am.



   

                   

I did have my reasons, Mr. Wills.



   

                   

- I did.

- I hope you won't regret it...



   

                   

but I did warn you I'd have to touch

on some painful subjects.



   

                   

Which leads me to confess...



   

                   

to my own reasons for this meetin'.



   

                   

I have a particular need

for a stranger now.



   

                   

Yes, they...

they have their uses, don't they?



   

                   

Well, in this little town...



   

                   

our interests are all too, uh...

too tightly interlocked.



   

                   

If you confide in one person,

you confide in the whole community.



   

                   

You mean you'd like

somebody to talk to?



   

                   

Only in a sense.



   

                   

I'm not a well woman.



   

                   

You can see that much for yourself.



   

                   

Who was it said,

"This long disease, my life"?



   

                   

Well, it's... it's comin' to an end.



   

                   

Perhaps a month, a few weeks.

Who knows?



   

                   

I'm terribly sorry.



   

                   

Oh, no, no.

Don't be, not for me.



   

                   

I think I'm even glad.



   

                   

But never mind that.

I take it you're no stranger...



   

                   

to the unhappier aspects

of people's lives.



   

                   

In fact, the only way to trust someone

is on instinct alone.



   

                   

I want you to have this.



   

                   

I only ask that you don't open it

until after I'm gone.



   

                   

Then I want you to use

your own judgment and experience.



   

                   

You'll know what to do

when the time comes...



   

                   

or what not to do.



   

                   

It seems a dreadful responsibility.



   

                   

Oh, it is. A terrible one.



   

                   

My honest advice is to refuse it.



   

                   

You know I won't, of course.



   

                   

I know.



   

                   

Ruined finery.



   

                   

That's all I have left.



   

                   

I'm, uh, stony broke.

Is that the phrase?



   

                   

It's a relief to admit it.



   

                   

- But your... your policy with Lloyds?

- Oh!



   

                   

You know how long it would take

to process an old claim like that?



   

                   

By the time I received it,

I'd be past needin' it.



   

                   

Well, now I think you're ready

for another cup of tea.



   

                   

Would you?



   

                   

I hold two roses within my hand



   

                   

Two roses I give to you



   

                   

The red rose tells you



   

                   

Of my passion



   

                   

The white rose



   

                   

My love so true



   

                   

Hush, hush

sweet Charlotte



   

                   

Charlotte, don't you cry



   

                   

Hush, hush

sweet Charlotte



   

                   

I'll love you till I die



   

                   

And every night



   

                   

After I should die



   

                   

Yes, every night



   

                   

When I'm gone



   

                   

The wind will sing to you



   

                   

This lullaby



   

                   

Sweet Charlotte was loved



   

                   

ByJohn



   

                   

Charlotte.



   

                   

Charlotte?



   

                   

Come. Come to bed, Charlotte.



   

                   

Come to bed.



   

                   

Miriam...



   

                   

he really... isn't here, is he?



   

                   

Just now I thought I heard...



   

                   

Sometimes at night

when I wake up...



   

                   

it seems as if he really is here.



   

                   

Don't turn on the light.



   

                   

It's not real when it's light.



   

                   

It's only real when it's dark...



   

                   

dark and still.



   

                   

I won't turn on the light.



   

                   

Come along.

You must go to bed.



   

                   

He's dead.!



   

                   

He's dead.! He's dead.!



   

                   

He's dead! He's dead!



   

                   

- Dead! He's dead!

- Charlotte.!



   

                   

- No, no, he's all right.

- He's dead.!



   

                   

He'll be fine.



   

                   

- He's dead! He's dead!

- Charlotte, don't...



   

                   

Stop starin' at me!



   

                   

Man, she sure acts...



   

                   

like she's crazy sometimes.



   

                   

That's what all the folks

in town say...



   

                   

but I wouldn't bet on it.



   

                   

I wouldn't bet on it at all.



   

                   

Well, upon my word.



   

                   

Charlotte Hollis.



   

                   

Now I've frightened you.

I'm terribly sorry.



   

                   

Please don't run away.



   

                   

I'm quite harmless, I assure you.



   

                   

Would you like a cigarette?



   

                   

Well, I won't either.



   

                   

What are you doing

on my property?



   

                   

Yes, my dear,

it is your property, isn't it?



   

                   

Well, as a matter of fact,

I'm snooping. There's no other word for it.



   

                   

- Are you one of the surveyors?

- Oh, no, no.



   

                   

I have nothing to do with

all that sort of thing.



   

                   

Then what's that camera for?



   

                   

This is a sort of conversation piece.



   

                   

I say, may I introduce myself?



   

                   

My name is Harry Wills.



   

                   

I've come all the way from London

in the hope of meeting you.



   

                   

Why?



   

                   

Well, we have met before,

you know...



   

                   

a long time ago.



   

                   

On the first night

you arrived in London...



   

                   

when I was a newspaper reporter...



   

                   

and stood as close to you

as I am now...



   

                   

for two delightful minutes.



   

                   

But I didn't talk to any reporters.



   

                   

I know you didn't,

and you had every reason not to...



   

                   

the way they behaved toward you.



   

                   

That's one of the reasons

why I've always hoped I'd meet you again...



   

                   

to apologize.



   

                   

- You really were there?

- Indeed I was.



   

                   

And I can prove it to you.



   

                   

Let me see now.



   

                   

You were dressed in, um...



   

                   

a sort of, uh...



   

                   

gray... no, green...



   

                   

a green suit with a sort of...



   

                   

Tam-o'- Shanter to match.



   

                   

Am I right?



   

                   

You see, I was there.



   

                   

You know, ever since that night I've read almost

everything they've ever printed about you.



   

                   

In fact, I'm quite

an authority on you.



   

                   

- You are?

- Yes, indeed I am.



   

                   

You're my favorite living mystery.



   

                   

Have you ever solved me?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

But then you wouldn't

be a mystery anymore, would you?



   

                   

No, I wouldn't.



   

                   

And I'm your... your favorite case

when you got so many to choose from?



   

                   

That's only natural.



   

                   

You have everything.



   

                   

You're unsolved.

Perhaps even insoluble.



   

                   

And you have passion

and glamour in your past.



   

                   

I say, I hope

I'm not offending you.



   

                   

It's the oddest thing.

You're not.



   

                   

I don't usually talk to people.



   

                   

Not about that.



   

                   

That's why I'm so flattered

that you're talking to me now.



   

                   

I say, let's go and sit up there

and have a nice little chat, shall we?



   

                   

Mr. Wills...



   

                   

since you're an authority on me...



   

                   

you think I'm a murderess?



   

                   

Do I look like one?



   

                   

Well, now, let's see.



   

                   

It's rather difficult, isn't it?

But that's as it should be.



   

                   

They've told you I'm crazy.



   

                   

Everyone says you are.



   

                   

Are you?



   

                   

I used to be positive I wasn't.



   

                   

But just lately...



   

                   

at night, it...



   

                   

it seems as if...



   

                   

I really don't know anymore.



   

                   

If it comes to that,

how does anyone know?



   

                   

Would you like to see

inside the house?



   

                   

I've been wanting to see it for years.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Papa used to give the most

beautiful parties here.



   

                   

They went on for days and days.



   

                   

You're very fond

of this house, aren't you?



   

                   

I'll show you Papa's library.



   

                   

Papa built this place

up again, you know.



   

                   

He bought back a lot

of the original pieces.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

You're Miss Deering, aren't you?

I had the pleasure of seeing you yesterday.



   

                   

- My name is Wills. Harry Wills.

- How do you do?



   

                   

Your cousin's kindly considered

to show me around this lovely old home.



   

                   

I see.



   

                   

Excuse me.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Papa's library was like a playroom

to me when I was a little bitty.



   

                   

That's Papa.

He never minded me underfoot.



   

                   

He never minded a thing I ever did.

He was always so...



   

                   

Take your hands off that.!



   

                   

You give that to me!



   

                   

Now you get out!

You get out, all of you!



   

                   

Get out, do you hear me?

You get out and stay out!



   

                   

Go outside. Wait for me outside.



   

                   

- You get out and stay out!

- Charlotte, what's the matter? What did they do?



   

                   

And you, too, snooping around.



   

                   

Don't you think I know

what you're looking for in my house?



   

                   

But what does it matter

if you haven't anything to conceal?



   

                   

Oh, but I have.

I have things concealed. Vile things.



   

                   

Where do you suppose I keep 'em?

Haven't you guessed?



   

                   

In here.



   

                   

A memento of my sinful romance.

My lover's hand.



   

                   

Look! Just look!



   

                   

It's all... all I have

left of him.



   

                   

A love song he wrote for me...



   

                   

and gave me in a music box.



   

                   

My dear, Miss Charlotte. Please.



   

                   

- Oh, John.

- You better leave now.



   

                   

I was trying to help her.



   

                   

If you hadn't come here,

this might never have happened.



   

                   

I'm sorry.



   

                   

Who put that box in there?



   

                   

How in the world would I know?



   

                   

Charlotte.



   

                   

Charlotte.



   

                   

Charlotte.



   

                   

Charlotte.



   

                   

Charlotte.



   

                   

- John?



   

                   

- Charlotte?



   

                   

Charlotte? Charlotte, let me in.



   

                   

The mirrors.



   

                   

Charlotte, what happened

to the mirrors?



   

                   

- Charlotte...



   

                   

what have you done?



   

                   

It was Papa.

He was so... so tall and so angry.



   

                   

He still hasn't forgiven me.



   

                   

No, Charlotte, he loved you.

He wouldn't have harmed you.



   

                   

But it was Papa.



   

                   

It was Papa.

I know it was.



   

                   

- No, it just seemed that way.

- He was there. He really was.



   

                   

- He really was.

- No, come along.



   

                   

We'll talk about it tomorrow.



   

                   

- Miriam, what are you doing?

- Charlotte.



   

                   

I'm taking you away

from here today.



   

                   

- No.

- Drew and I have talked it over.



   

                   

And we found a place where

you'll be real comfortable.



   

                   

No, I won't go.



   

                   

- You just get some sleep.

- You have to go before next Monday anyway.



   

                   

L... I won't go, not while

Jewel Mayhew's still down there.



   

                   

I won't have her see me

driven off my own place.



   

                   

Would you rather she sees you

arrested and taken off to jail?



   

                   

Luke Standish wouldn't do that.



   

                   

They'll be policemen and reporters

and photographers everywhere.



   

                   

Charlotte, after last night,

you must leave here.



   

                   

You must.



   

                   

- Last night?

- The music room.



   

                   

The mirrors.



   

                   

Where will you take me?



   

                   

To a nice place...



   

                   

where people will be kind to you.



   

                   

You'll see.



   

                   

But I won't go in the daytime. I won't go

till it's after dark 'causeJewel will see me.



   

                   

Now, Charlotte,

what difference does that make?



   

                   

Jewel will have to know

sooner or later.



   

                   

Now I want Charlotte

to get some sleep.



   

                   

I'll go downstairs and see about

cleaning up down there.



   

                   

- What are you gonna do to me?

- Now I want you to get all the rest you can.



   

                   

You're going to feel a lot better

after you've had a little sleep.



   

                   

Drew, I didn't break those mirrors.

Really, Drew, I didn't break those mirrors.



   

                   

Oh, of course

you didn't break the mirrors.



   

                   

Mr. Wills's room.



   

                   

Yeah. Will you hurry it up?



   

                   

Mr. Wills? Velma Cruther.



   

                   

- You told me to call you if...



   

                   

Oh. I'll talk to you later.



   

                   

I was just using the phone.



   

                   

So I see.



   

                   

Miss Charlotte will be

leaving tonight, Velma.



   

                   

You'll be given your wages

till the end of the month.



   

                   

You trying to hand me

my walkin' papers?



   

                   

No, it's just that

you won't be needed any longer.



   

                   

Is that so?



   

                   

Well, what about when she comes back?

Or ain't she comin' back?



   

                   

Since the house won't be here,

I hardly think that's relevant.



   

                   

Oh, you think so, huh?

You know what I think?



   

                   

I think if she leaves

this house with you...



   

                   

she ain't never gonna be

seen nor heard from again.



   

                   

Anyways, I take my orders

from Miss Charlotte and not from you!



   

                   

It should be obvious,

even to you, Velma...



   

                   

that my cousin is in no condition

to run a household.



   

                   

Oh, is that so? Well, there's a whole lot

of things that's obvious to me.



   

                   

The childish tricks

you've been playing here...



   

                   

trying to frighten me into leaving are more

than sufficient reason to dismiss you.



   

                   

Tricks?



   

                   

What are you calling tricks?



   

                   

Wasn't me that ripped

your dad-burned old dress.



   

                   

But you seem to know

it was ripped.



   

                   

And I haven't mentioned it to anyone.



   

                   

Besides, it isn't just the dress.



   

                   

I don't even know what

you're talking about.



   

                   

But I do know

one thing, though.



   

                   

You're just jealous because

Miss Charlotte always favored me!



   

                   

You're trying to dupe me

out of the money...



   

                   

that she promised me

when she passes away!



   

                   

Oh, that's charming.



   

                   

Quite charming.



   

                   

My cousin just happens

to be a little ill...



   

                   

and you're already

dividing up the spoils.



   

                   

I didn't mean it.



   

                   

I did not mean it that way,

and you damn well know it!



   

                   

Anyways, you don't have no call to be

so high and mighty.



   

                   

I seen all that fancy foreign mail

that you've been gettin'.



   

                   

You think I don't know a due bill

when I see one?



   

                   

You had it in for me since the first time

you come to this house.



   

                   

And you know why?

'Cause I can see right through you.



   

                   

You didn't fool me then,

and you sure as hell don't fool me now.



   

                   

My dear Velma,

I wouldn't dream of trying.



   

                   

But the point is you're fired.

You're just not needed any longer.



   

                   

Well, I'm not gonna clear out

just 'cause you say so.



   

                   

I've been lookin' after Miss Charlotte

since before you come here, and she knows it.



   

                   

Where do you think you're going?



   

                   

I'm goin'upstairs, and I'm gonna tell her

what you've been up to.!



   

                   

Don't you dare go up there

and bother her.



   

                   

Mm-hmm.



   

                   

What's going on up there

that you don't want me to see?



   

                   

Now, Velma, Miss Miriam's

more than qualified...



   

                   

to look after Miss Charlotte...



   

                   

and to take care

of closing up the house.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

So you're in on this together, huh?



   

                   

You and her.



   

                   

You ought to be

ashamed of yourself.



   

                   

Miss Charlotte's sick.



   

                   

You're not gonna help her

get well by kicking up all this ruckus.



   

                   

Oh, all right!



   

                   

All right, I'm goin'.



   

                   

But don't think

you're not gonna be sorry!



   

                   

Both of you!



   

                   

What in the world does she think

we're gonna be sorry about?



   

                   

She's always been

insanely jealous...



   

                   

of anyone who was

close to Charlotte.



   

                   

I guess it's something

she just can't be rational about.



   

                   

You haven't got much

to go on, really.



   

                   

I got what I know, don't I?



   

                   

I know the state Miss Charlotte's been in

ever since that fool woman come here!



   

                   

She wouldn't have smashed

them mirrors that way...



   

                   

if somebody didn't have her good

and worked up about something.



   

                   

She loves that old house.



   

                   

She really does.



   

                   

Yes, but even allowing that there may be

some cause for concern...



   

                   

what can I do?



   

                   

You could do somethin'!



   

                   

She likes you.



   

                   

I seen how she was with you.



   

                   

Now, if you was to...

if you was to go out there...



   

                   

and you were to tell her

not to listen to them...



   

                   

I think she'd mind what you say.



   

                   

I must admit, the whole thing

seems strangely odd to me.



   

                   

If they take my Miss Charlotte away

from that house...



   

                   

I ain't gonna never see her again.



   

                   

I knows it. I just knows it!



   

                   

You feeling all right, Charlotte?



   

                   

Somebody has to finish

your packing for you, don't they?



   

                   

You don't want to leave

all your things behind, do you?



   

                   

Do you?



   

                   

Papa.



   

                   

Papa, I'm going to have

to leave the house.



   

                   

I tried to keep the house,

but they're tearing it down.



   

                   

I can't help it.



   

                   

Don't be angry.



   

                   

I've lived alone here

all these years to protect you.



   

                   

You know that.



   

                   

Just because I loved John

more than I loved you...



   

                   

didn't give you the right

to murder him just to punish me!



   

                   

John never hurt you.

John never even...



   

                   

One more time, baby.



   

                   

Just one more time.

Nice. Now hold still.



    

                   

Once again.



    

                   

Thanks. Remind me to

send you one for Christmas.



    

                   

Charlotte?



    

                   

Charlotte? Charlotte, what is it?



    

                   

How is she?



    

                   

She'll keep. Oh.



    

                   

Wanna help me get rid of this?



    

                   

It's almost too real, isn't it?



    

                   

Your artist friend in New Orleans

has quite a talent.



    

                   

- And a minimum of curiosity.

- Do you think it's done the job?



    

                   

Not quite. We could probably achieve

the rest with this drug...



    

                   

but the effect

wouldn't be permanent.



    

                   

Besides, chemically it's traceable.



    

                   

Then we'll have to

go through with the rest?



    

                   

Don't you worry.

After the last phase of treatment...



    

                   

there won't be a doctor in Louisiana

who wouldn't commit her.



    

                   

Then establishing

your right to handle the estate...



    

                   

should take...



    

                   

oh, just a few days.



    

                   

Good morning, Charlotte.



    

                   

- Where's Velma?

- You let her go yesterday.



    

                   

You fired her.



    

                   

- Fired?

- You're not going to need her any longer.



    

                   

I had a terrible dream.



    

                   

- Terrible.

- I know.



    

                   

You'll stop having them

once you're away from here.



    

                   

Now you eat your breakfast.



    

                   

And I'll come back later

and see how you are.



    

                   

Miss Charlotte?



    

                   

Miss Charlotte?



    

                   

Miss Charlotte.



    

                   

What have they

been givin' you?



    

                   

That's some kind of drug, ain't it?



    

                   

Oh, Miss Charlotte.



    

                   

- I thought you'd gone.

- Well, I was gone. They kicked me out...



    

                   

Miss Miriam and your friend

Dr. Drew.



    

                   

I told that to Mr. Wills,

but he wouldn't listen.



    

                   

You can't go that way.

Miss Charlotte, I've gotta get your coat.



    

                   

Your shoes.

You can't go there.



    

                   

Come on, Miss Charlotte.

Come on, Miss Charlotte.



    

                   

I've gotta get you out of here.



    

                   

- Come on, honey. We gotta go outta here.



    

                   

Miss Charlotte. Come on, darling.



    

                   

Don't you say anything.

You hush now, ya hear?



    

                   

Don't you say a word.

Come on, Miss Charlotte.



    

                   

Miss Charlotte,

don't say anything. Shh.



    

                   

Shh. Be quiet.

Don't say anything.



    

                   

Oh, my!



    

                   

Shh, Miss Charlotte.



    

                   

You'll be able

to eat something later.



    

                   

I'll take this away.



    

                   

Is there anything you want

before I leave?



    

                   

I'll look in on you later.



    

                   

Now get some rest.



    

                   

Come on, Miss Charlotte.

You gotta wake up now. Come on.



    

                   

- No. No, Velma, no!

- Shh! You gotta be quiet, honey.



    

                   

Come on. Put your legs over here.

That's right.



    

                   

You gotta put this coat on.

Put your little hand in here now.



    

                   

Come on. Put your little hand

in there. That's right.



    

                   

Come on. Now give me

your other hand.



    

                   

That's good. Get it in there.



    

                   

Come on. Give me your other one.



    

                   

You just can't keep hogs

away from the trough, can you?



    

                   

I come to get my things.



    

                   

Is my cousin one of your things?



    

                   

I'm taking her outta here...



    

                   

away from you.!



    

                   

The only thing

you're taking out of here is you!



    

                   

Miss Charlotte! Miss Charlotte!



    

                   

So you're finally showin'

the right side of your face, ain't ya?



    

                   

Well, I seen it all the time.



    

                   

That's some kind of drug

that you've been givin' her.



    

                   

You've been makin' her act

the way she's been.



    

                   

Well, I'm goin' into town...



    

                   

and I'm goin' to tell them

what you been up to.



    

                   

Dr. Bayliss, please. Yes, Bayliss.



    

                   

And hurry. Please hurry.



    

                   

Sit down.



    

                   

You seem awfully nervous.



    

                   

He was always fighting

to keep two things...



    

                   

his daughter and his money.



    

                   

And now he's gonna lose both.



    

                   

Gotta hand it to him. He held on

to both of'em an awful long time...



    

                   

even after he died.



    

                   

I suppose in a way he's got Charlotte

to thank for that.



    

                   

If she hadn't deluded

herself into believing...



    

                   

it was dear old Papa

who killed John Mayhew...



    

                   

she might never have stayed here

guarding that so-called, uh, secret.



    

                   

She might have gone off

and spent the entire fortune.



    

                   

Are you sure it's all right?



    

                   

Sure what's all right?



    

                   

Don't make fun of me!



    

                   

Oh, you mean Velma.



    

                   

Of course it's all right. Nobody's ever

gonna know it wasn't an accident.



    

                   

Except me, of course.



    

                   

Which rather tends to make me

the senior partner...



    

                   

in our little enterprise,

doesn't it?



    

                   

Charlotte's still asleep.

Do you want me to give her anything else?



    

                   

No, no. She'll do

quite nicely as she is.



    

                   

Well, I'd better put in

an appearance in town.



    

                   

Oh, come on, Miriam.



    

                   

Don't start weakenin' now.



    

                   

This may be our last chance

of acquiring the wealth...



    

                   

to which I'd like

to become accustomed.



    

                   

See you.



    

                   

It's all yours, Mr. Wills.



    

                   

Thank you, Sheriff.



    

                   

Hi, Mr. Wills.

I'll bet this is the first time...



    

                   

you've ever seen the county coroner

operate out of a funeral parlor, eh?



    

                   

Yes. It's a bit different

where I come from.



    

                   

It's a bit different most places.



    

                   

Still, for a town of this size,

it's kind of handy.



    

                   

I just heard the news about

Velma Cruther's death...



    

                   

at the newspaper office.



    

                   

- It was Miss Cruther he came to see, wasn't it?

- Oh, yes, indeed, sir.



    

                   

She certainly had

a nasty accident, all right.



    

                   

- Would you like to see the body?

- No, thank you.



    

                   

Oh. Well, step inside anyway.



    

                   

May I ask how it happened?



    

                   

Well, it seems she, uh...

she fell off a ladder.



    

                   

She must have been

up there fixing her roof.



    

                   

The roof in her place

has always let in the rain.



    

                   

And, uh, well, it's done it for years.



    

                   

You mean this happened

at Miss Cruther's home?



    

                   

Well, I'd hardly

call it a home, sir...



    

                   

but she did fall in her own backyard.



    

                   

I see. Who found her?



    

                   

Well, I couldn't tell you that, sir...



    

                   

but it was Dr. Bayliss

that brought her in.



    

                   

Charlotte.



    

                   

Charlotte.



    

                   

Charlotte.



    

                   

Charlotte.



    

                   

Hush, hush

sweet Charlotte



    

                   

Charlotte, don't you cry



    

                   

Hush, hush

sweet Charlotte



    

                   

I'll love you till I die



    

                   

Oh, hold me, darlin'



    

                   

Please hold me close



    

                   

And brush the tears



    

                   

From your eyes



    

                   

You weep because

you had a dream last night



    

                   

You dreamed

that I said good-bye



    

                   

Hush, hush

sweet Charlotte



    

                   

Charlotte, don't you cry



    

                   

Charlotte.



    

                   

John?



    

                   

John, wait! Don't go.



    

                   

Hush, hush

sweet Charlotte



    

                   

Charlotte, don't you cry



    

                   

John?



    

                   

John?



    

                   

John?



    

                   

Don't go away.



    

                   

John?



    

                   

Please don't go away!



    

                   

Papa?



    

                   

Charlotte.



    

                   

John.



    

                   

You idiot.



    

                   

You wretched idiot!



    

                   

He's dead.



    

                   

And you killed him.



    

                   

Miriam!



    

                   

Miriam!



    

                   

Don't call the sheriff.



    

                   

People staring at me

and hating me.



    

                   

It will be just like the night

when John was murdered.



    

                   

But you killed Drew.

We can't just pretend it never happened.



    

                   

You don't know what it's like when hate

is everywhere. You can't feel it.



    

                   

Oh, Miriam,

don't you hate me too.



    

                   

Oh, please, Charlotte.

Please, please don't.



    

                   

I didn't mean to kill him.

The gun was just there in-in my hand.



    

                   

And-And when I saw him,

he looked so horrible.



    

                   

It was just like the night when...

when the mirrors were all smashed...



    

                   

and just like the night

when I saw that hand.



    

                   

Oh, Miriam... Miriam, please don't call

the sheriff. I just couldn't stand it!



    

                   

Oh, Charlotte, don't.



    

                   

We could get rid of the body.

We could hide it somewhere.



    

                   

Then people would think someone else

had done it. That's the only thing to do.



    

                   

Miriam... Miriam,

I've got lots of money.



    

                   

I'll give it to you, all of it.



    

                   

We really could get rid

of the body if you'd help me.



    

                   

We could get rid of it

if you'd help me.



    

                   

- Oh, I wish to God I'd never come here.



    

                   

I'll get the car. You turn out the lights.



    

                   

Well, go!



    

                   

- Get in there and stay quiet.



    

                   

Get in there!



    

                   

Miss Deering, I hope you'll forgive me

for popping in at this time.



    

                   

I happened to be out driving

with a friend when I noticed the lights.



    

                   

I've heard the news about

Velma Cruther's death.



    

                   

What a terrible thing.

She was such a loyal person.



    

                   

I'm quite sure Miss Hollis

must be terribly upset about it.



    

                   

I wonder if there's anything I can do?



    

                   

It's very kind of you,

but, no, there isn't anything.



    

                   

Charlotte was upset.



    

                   

I've given her a sedative

and put her to bed.



    

                   

- It was a dreadful shock for her.

- I'm terribly sorry.



    

                   

Please give her my sympathy.



    

                   

I'm sorry I can't ask you in.



    

                   

It's quite all right.

I shouldn't have come.



    

                   

It's very late. I just happened

to be passing, that was all.



    

                   

You understand.



    

                   

Yes, of course. Thank you, Mr. Wills.

Good night.



    

                   

Uh, by the way,

I understand you'll be leaving...



    

                   

this house in a matter of days now,

you and your cousin.



    

                   

Well, of course our plans

are indefinite now.



    

                   

Naturally, they would be.



    

                   

Mr. Wills,

you'll have to excuse me.



    

                   

I must look in on Charlotte.



    

                   

Excuse me, please.

Good night.



    

                   

Good night.



    

                   

I don't think I can help you.



    

                   

You can't help me?



    

                   

I'm the one that's helping you!



    

                   

Do you want me to wash my hands

of the whole thing?



    

                   

Call the sheriff?

Is that what you want?



    

                   

Well, all right, then.



    

                   

Hey, turn your lights on.!



    

                   

I must be the worst person

in the world...



    

                   

to have killed Drew.



    

                   

Will you please shut up?



    

                   

Miriam, I-I can't touch him.



    

                   

- Don't make me do it, Miriam.

- Get out!



    

                   

Do what I say!



    

                   

Well?



    

                   

Will you stop that!



    

                   

Miriam, they'll... they'll be

finding him soon...



    

                   

and-and they'll be asking questions...



    

                   

and I-I-I don't think

I-I could lie to 'em.



    

                   

You-You-You... You'll have...

You'll have to tell 'em, Miriam...



    

                   

I'm not able to answer questions.



    

                   

'Cause they'll find out if you don't.

They'll find out, Miriam.



    

                   

Damn you!



    

                   

Now will you shut your mouth?



    

                   

You'll do as I tell you.



    

                   

And if I tell you to lie,

you'll do that too.



    

                   

I'm never going to suffer

for you again.



    

                   

Not ever.



    

                   

Do you understand?



    

                   

Get out.



    

                   

Get out and go up to your room.



    

                   

Go ahead!



    

                   

I'm going to clean out the back,

and I'll be up in a minute.



    

                   

Well, go on!



    

                   

Go up to your room.



    

                   

Well, go on.!



    

                   

Go on.! Go on.!



    

                   

Hush...



    

                   

hush, sweet Charlotte.



    

                   

I'm sorry to have

kept you waiting.



    

                   

To your very good health.



    

                   

- You look absolutely ravishing.

- Thank you, sir.



    

                   

I bet Lazarus never felt

as good as I do.



    

                   

To Venice in the spring.



    

                   

Venice?



    

                   

Well, as a matter of fact,

I'm not certain...



    

                   

that I shall want to live in Europe.



    

                   

I don't see that what you want...



    

                   

has anything to do

with where we go.



    

                   

You forget that Velma's tragic departure...



    

                   

has allowed me to become

the senior partner of our little enterprise.



    

                   

Are you sure you have the brains

to be the senior partner?



    

                   

I, uh, don't think I follow you.



    

                   

Who do you suppose

helped to set up cousin Charlotte...



    

                   

for this little comedy by sending

her all those charming notes?



    

                   

Well, naturallyJewel Mayhew.



    

                   

Jewel?



    

                   

Jewel Mayhew hasn't done a thing

in years and years...



    

                   

except keep me in comfort

until her money ran out.



    

                   

I sent Charlotte all those notes.



    

                   

You...



    

                   

And Jewel Mayhew?



    

                   

My notes toJewel had

a more practical purpose.



    

                   

The one good thing that ever happened

to me in this house...



    

                   

was seeing Jewel Mayhew

go out to the summerhouse that night.



    

                   

She paid me handsomely

for that indiscretion.



    

                   

She paid you?



    

                   

Jewel murdered her husband,

and you could actually bring yourself...



    

                   

to make both her and Charlotte

suffer for it all these years?



    

                   

Yes, darling.



    

                   

That's exactly what I did.



    

                   

Do you still feel

you have the imagination...



    

                   

to be the senior member

of this partnership?



    

                   

Evidently not.



    

                   

I didn't know you had

such a dulcet baritone.



    

                   

Well, you attended the wrong Sunday school

when I was a choirboy.



    

                   

So, you see, my dear...



    

                   

you've joined this game

somewhat later than you thought.



    

                   

I did indeed.



    

                   

If you'd known earlier,

would you have trusted me...



    

                   

not to put real bullets

in that gun tonight?



    

                   

No, ma'am, Miss Miriam.

I don't believe I would.



    

                   

I would be careful

not to over-celebrate too soon.



    

                   

We've still got one more show

to put on first thing in the morning.



    

                   

- So early?

- Yes.



    

                   

I asked the folks from the state institution

to come over here about   :  .



    

                   

You mean I shall have

to wring my hands...



    

                   

in abject misery

and humiliation...



    

                   

at the disgrace of having a member

of our fine old family...



    

                   

committed to

the local madhouse?



    

                   

Fine old family, indeed.



    

                   

Sam Hollis was nothing but

a thieving, fat fraud. And...



    

                   

- And furthermore...



    

                   

he and John Mayhew...



    

                   

were the biggest

two damn womanizers...



    

                   

in the whole state of Louisiana.



    

                   

Oh, dear, all that lovely money...



    

                   

that Big Sam sweated

to get his hands on.



    

                   

While we're spending it

like water...



    

                   

Charlotte will be weaving lots

and lots of little baskets.



    

                   

Oh, don't distress yourself, darling.



    

                   

There's nothing wrong

with basket weaving.



    

                   

Of course,

it never cured anybody...



    

                   

but it is most therapeutic.



    

                   

I can just see Charlotte's face

when those doctors at the institution...



    

                   

call you in

to confirm their opinion.



    

                   

When she sees me

walk in there tomorrow morning...



    

                   

she'll let out such a scream

that they'll never let her out.



    

                   

The way I heard it,

that Deering woman...



    

                   

didn't have nothin'

but a flimsy peekaboo dress on.



    

                   

Yeah, me too. I heard that.

She and that Dr. Drew...



    

                   

you didn't have to guess

what was going on there.



    

                   

Ya ask me...



    

                   

you go to live with

a bloodthirsty maniac...



    

                   

you're just asking for it.



    

                   

She went on a real rampage.



    

                   

I'll bet they'll never pin it on her,

just like back before.



    

                   

Martha! Dora!

Ooh, whee, is this a day.



    

                   

People dropping like flies

every which way.



    

                   

What happened?



    

                   

Well, what, Nellie?



    

                   

You won't never in this world

believe it, but it's so.



    

                   

Jewel Mayhew... And I know

because I got it straight from Bessie...



    

                   

- What? What?

- What happened?



    

                   

Jewel Mayhew just went

and dropped dead this morning.



    

                   

Oh, no.



    

                   

She had her third stroke

and she was gone...



    

                   

before they even got

the doctor on the phone.



    

                   

- No!

- And just guess what brought it on.



    

                   

- What?

- What?



    

                   

It was when she heard what happened

over here last night.



    

                   

Isn't that the most

extraordinary thing?



    

                   

What is?



    

                   

It was just a thought.

But suppose it was Jewel Mayhew...



    

                   

who really murdered

her husband back in '  .



    

                   

And supposing there was

a witness to the murder.



    

                   

So?



    

                   

That would explain why

she didn't try to collect...



    

                   

on her husband's insurance.



    

                   

She was afraid a routine investigation

might reveal her guilt...



    

                   

thus enabling the witness...



    

                   

to take advantage ofher silence

and blackmail her...



    

                   

bleeding her white.



    

                   

What does that give you?



    

                   

Well, it would at least give us...



    

                   

the timing ofJewel Mayhew's death and...



    

                   

all this sort of bizarre irony,

wouldn't it?



    

                   

Hey, you're not kidding, are you?



    

                   

It would mean that Charlotte Hollis

has suffered all her life...



    

                   

for a murder

she hadn't committed.



    

                   

- You mean that's true?

- How should I know, old chap?



    

                   

I'm just guessing.



    

                   

Merely speculating, that's all.



    

                   

Here she comes now.



    

                   

- It's Charlotte Hollis.

- Look. There she goes.



    

                   

- Here she comes.

- Hey, Miss Hollis, over here.



    

                   

Now give me another one.



    

                   

Thank you, Miss Hollis.



    

                   

Can I have one too, Miss Hollis?



    

                   

She looks right pretty, don't she?



    

                   

Sometimes they got their sane moments,

just like you or me.



    

                   

Maybe so, but you ain't seen Dr. Drew...



    

                   

or that Deering woman lying in there.



    

                   

Oh, she has to be crazy as a loon.



    

                   

- I wouldn't wanna be in her shoes.

- Y'all step back.



    

                   

All right,

let's move back, everybody.



    

                   

Miss Hollis, this letter's for you.



    

                   

I think you've been waiting

a long time for it.



    

                   

Sorry. Everybody has to move back.



    

                   

Okay, let's go.



    

                   

Step back.



    

                   

- Stop pushing!

- Get back over there!



    

                   

Hush, hush, sweet Charlotte



    

                   

Charlotte, don't you cry



    

                   

Hush, hush

sweet Charlotte



    

                   

I'll love you till I die



    

                   

Hush, hush

sweet Charlotte



    

                   

Charlotte, don't you cry



    

                   

Hush, hush

sweet Charlotte



    

                   

I'll love you



    

                   

Till I die









 
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