The Body Beneath (1970) - full transcript

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It's closing time, Miss.

The gates will be
closed in a minute.

- Do you know where I can get some water for these?
- Oh, it's too late now. You'd better hurry.

Hello.

- Graham Ford?
- I beg your pardon.

- Well, I'm looking for Graham Ford.
- Yes, that's me.

Oh, allow me to introduce myself.
I'm the Reverend Alexander Algernon Ford.

My wife, Alicia.

- We are related, you know.
- No, I didn't know.

Well, we are.
Not closely, but near enough.



Would you mind terribly if we came in?
It's rather drafty out here.

Please do.

I beg your pardon. My manners
are not quite what it should be.

I was taking a nap.

Yes, I was reading
the papers last week,

The Times, of course,

and we came across your name
in the arrivals.

We wanted to come sooner,
but we had business to attend to first.

How long are you staying in London?

My plans are quite indefinite.
Why do you ask?

Well, Alicia and I wondered
if you and your wife, um--

Anna.

Anna, ah, yes, of course,
what a lovely name.

Uh, now where was I?



Oh, yes, of course.

We wondered if you and your wife would care
to join us for dinner Saturday next.

I don't see why not.
I'll have to ask my wife, of course.

But of course.
Is she here now?

- No, she's visiting Highgate Cemetery.
- Highgate Cemetery?

- Yes, her mother's grave.
- Oh, I am sorry.

Oh, it happened a long time ago.
She should be back by now.

- Your name is Ford?
- Yes, the same as yours, in a way.

I don't quite understand.

If my memory serves me right,
only your mother was a Ford.

Your father was unknown,
so you took your mother's name.

- Am I correct?
- That's correct, but how can you tell?

I know everything, dear boy.

In my spare time,
which is little,

I do extensive research
into our family background.

I also do horoscopes as well.

Now you are a Pisces, aren't you?

- Yes, but how can you tell?
- I'm good at a lot of things.

Your wife, Anna, is Pisces,
also a Virgo. Am I correct?

- Virgo.
- It isn't easy being right all the time.

Do you know that Fords go back
to Roman times, 98 BC, in fact.

Quite a family tree,
wouldn't you say?

Fascinating.
Have you lived in London long?

Oh, a fortnight ago, we arrived
from Ireland, County Cork.

Uh, it's a lovely place to leave from,

you being Canadian
would appreciate that.

- Are you on holiday?
- No.

I have come to
reopen All Souls Church.

It's been closed for 10 years and I have
a lease on Carfax Abby next door.

That's near Hampstead Heath, near--

Highgate Cemetery.

What time will your wife be back?

She should've been back an hour ago.

That's strange.
She's never late.

An excellent thing in a woman.

- Oscar Wilde, wasn't it?
- Is it? I don't remember.

I use so many saying
in my profession, I lose track.

Well, we really must be going.

I do hope you and your wife can
make dinner on Saturday next.

Come, Alicia.

What's the matter?
Are you all right?

Darling?

Yes?

- I love you.
- I know that.

That wasn't what I wanted to say.

I don't think you could say anymore.

Seriously, darling, I want
to tell you something.

I don't know where to begin.

- Do you want a cigarette?
- I don't think so.

- Well?
- Well what?

I'm waiting.

- I love you, Paul.
- I know that.

- Hey, you are serious, aren't you?
- I've never been more serious in my life.

I think I know what it is.

- You know me that well?
- After two years, I should.

Well, what is it?

You're pregnant.

You do know me that well.

Are you upset by it?

A year ago, maybe, but not now.

- We can afford it, you know.
- It's not an it. It's a baby.

- We don't know what it is yet.
- It's either a boy or a girl.

- All right, which?
- You know I can't tell.

- Then it's an it.
- I love you.

I know that.

Oh, you're impossible.

Oh, stop it.

-Is that why you live with me, eh?
- Oh, stop it.

- Paul?
- Mhm?

I was-- I was just thinking.

Well, uh, we could get
married next Sunday.

My bishop comes out Saturday.

You're always one step ahead of me.

Oh, stop it.

Oh, stop it.

I know you like a book.

I could even read between the lines.

I read you every night.

And sometimes twice a day.

Oh, you have a dirty mind.

Is that how I've held you for so long?

Yes, one of the last free things
left in England, any way.

Yes, one of the last free things
left in England, any way.

What time is it?

- It's 8 o'clock. Why?
- Oh, damn.

I was supposed to be going to Aunt Emma's
tonight for supper. She'll have a fit.

Aunt who?

Oh, you know, mother's sister, Aunt Emma,
the one with that thing on her nose.
She doesn't know about you.

Will you go to Clapham tonight?

Yes. Oh, another thing
I forgot to tell you.

I won't be coming back tonight,
because I have to go

from Clapham to Hampstead Heath
in the morning.

- What for?
- Well, remember that letter I had yesterday?

- Yeah.
- Well, it seems we're going to
have a minister in the family.

What are you talking about?

Well, this Reverend Ford and his wife

have just taken up residence at
Carfax Abbey on Hampstead Heath.

He wrote asking me if
I could go around and see them.

And I saw thought
we might be getting married,

he could do it for nothing.

Came at just the
right time, didn't it?

- What? The baby or the invitation?
- Both.

Well, if you wait until
tomorrow, I'll come with you.

You've been putting off that
painting commission far too long.

You know we need the money.

Besides, if I stay here tonight,

all we'll do is have sex and
you won't get any work done at all.

You know you like to paint
in the middle of the--

I suppose you're right.

Well, a woman likes
to be told she's right.

I'm going to miss you tonight.

- Besides, we won't have much time left.
- What for?

Sex.

Oh, do you mean?

Well, with the baby coming, what am I
supposed to do a month or so from now?

You are cheeky.

Sex, sex, sex,
is all you ever think about.

And I love you for it.

To work.

Ta-ta. Ta-ta-ta.

How did the fashion
show go today, Ms. Ford?

Quite nicely,
as a matter of fact, thank you.

I don't know how
you think up all them ideas.

I tried designing some
dresses a few years ago.

Oh, just for myself, you know?

Girl, what a mess.

I ended up by chucking the
whole lot in the waste basket.

Well, it's much easier when you
just have to put them on paper.

Did anyone else call this afternoon?

- Oh, only your sister.
- What did she want?

Oh, just the usual.

Well, if she rings again,

tell her I'll send her a check
at the beginning of the month.

I'll wear my gold brocade.

If I'm not mistaken,
Mr. Willis will be in black.

I like Mr. Willis.

Do you think he'd make a nice husband?

- Oh, yes, miss.
- That's what I've been thinking.

Oh, what shall tell
Mr. Edwards if he calls?

That I won't be free
until after next weekend.

It's Mr. Willis, isn't it?

Now, come on. Zip me up.
I'm going to be late.

Now who the hell can that be?

See who it is, Lorna, will you?

Yes?

Flowers for Ms. Ford.

Well?

Yes.

Well, who are they from?

They're from Mr. Willis.

Oh, damn it.

Thank you.

I won't be home until late,
so I'll see you in the morning, Lorna.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Yes?

- This is Carfax Abbey, isn't it?
- Yes.

Is the Reverend Ford in?

Is he expecting you?

Yes, I'm afraid I'm a little early.
About half an hour, to be precise.

I have an appointment with him.
I'm Ms. Susan Ford.

Oh, of course, Ms. Ford, the reverend
is expecting you. Won't you come in?

I'm afraid you'll have
to wait a few moments.

The reverend was expecting you
at 10:30.

Oh, well, I could go and get a cup
of tea and come back a little later.

Oh, no.
Please follow me.

- The reverend will be with you presently.
- Thank you.

Yes, what is it?

- It's the young lady, Reverend.
- What young lady?

A Ms. Ford.

Yes, I know.
I know, my dear.

- Tell her we shall be down shortly.
- Very well.

I don't like that maid.
I don't trust her.

Well, it won't be
long now, my dear.

I feel so tired.

I wish that we didn't have
to face the sun light.

Someone has to do it and
it might as well be me.

Now, come along, my dear.

There is much work to be done.

My dear Ms. Ford.

- Or may I call you Susan?
- Please do.

My wife, Alicia.

I must tell you, Susan, that
my wife is not very demonstrative.

She confides everything to me
and I explain it to others.

It's a most annoying
habit to strangers,

but I'm so used to it, I sometimes forget
to explain it. You will forgive her, won't you?

Do please be seated.

- We are related, you know.
- Yes, I gathered that from your letter.

Hasn't your father
ever told you about me?

Well, my father did mention you
once before he died about there

being a minister in the family.

But I thought he meant
many generations ago.

That's odd.

Well, well, well.
You're very pretty, my dear.

- Are you married?
- No, but I intend to be shortly.

Have you made your wedding plans?

Your letter has come at
a most opportune time.

- I was going to ask--
I would be delighted to
officiate at your ceremony.

In fact, yours can be
the first wedding in my church.

I just reopened
All Souls Church next door.

Paul will be delighted.

We must drink a toast for your happiness.
Alicia, my dear, would you mind?

A toast for our dear relation.

- Sherry or Port?
- Sherry, please.

Of course.

- Have you and Paul known each other long?
- About two and a half years.

- And what nationality is he?
- English, of Italian descent.

Ah, good, strong blood.

You came from good,
strong blood at one time.

I beg your pardon?

Your lineage. I'm talking about
your lineage, my dear.

Do you know that the Fords
go back 21 centuries?

But each generation,
they get weaker and weaker,

until-- but I talk too much.

I have a habit of talking too much.

Reverend Ford?

Yes, my dear?
Oh, the toast.

Aren't you having any Sherry?

We never drink wine at this hours,
religious reasons.

What's that?

Tomato juice.

And here's to your future, my dear.

Young love, a beautiful
thing to behold.

You know, many years ago, when
Alicia and I first met, well,

not so many years ago,

her father didn't want us
to get married,

but we were headstrong
and wanted to have our own way

and we got it.
Didn't we, my dear?

Are you all right?

I feel sort of funny.

As if--

Spool?

Second floor bedroom.

Not that arm, Alicia.

You mustn't wait so long
between shots.

I can't stand the day light.

I know, I know, my dear.

I feel better.

I can feel the blood
flowing through my veins.

Why is it you never
need as much as I do?

Hand me your needle.

Give me your arm.

To think we have to submit
to this daily ordeal

in order to survive
the damned day light.

- Who is it?
- It's me, master.

Come in.

- How is she?
- She's still asleep.

Hand me my robe.

Not that one,
you idiot, the red one.

No.

I've brought you some food.

Eat.

You must eat some food.

I'm not hungry.

Eat.

Why are you keeping me here?

If you want some
more food, pull this.

I asked you a question.

I'm not supposed to talk to you.

- He'll hit me if I talk to you.
- Who? The reverend?

I've got to go now.

What's your name?

- I've got to go.
- Can't you tell me your name?

It's Spool.

Can't you help me?

I can't.

I need a friend.

Can't you be my friend?

I can't.

Stop.

Get out of here.

I must explain their behavior.

- I have quite a few things to explain to you.
- Why are you keeping me here?

If you are patient, Susan, and listen to
what I tell you, then perhaps you will understand.

Spool, you may leave.

I said leave.

I told you yesterday
that we were related.

Well, we are related in more ways
than your imagination would allow.

You see, Susan,

my wife and want have lived
for a number of centuries.

It's true, my dear.

Little do you realize that
the Fords have, for generation

upon generation, been vampires.

Alicia and I have the privilege
of being reborn, so to speak.

Every 40 years, we return here
to All Souls Church.

Of course, we look different
each time out of necessity,

as you'll soon see.

What have I got to do with this?

You're a very sensible girl,
as I thought yesterday when we met.

And my feelings are never wrong.

But what has all this
got to do with me?

I'm coming to that, Susan,
but I don't want to frighten you.

You're in a very delicate condition,

and very, very important to us.

Us?

- You mean you and your wife?
- No, my dear.

By us, I mean the whole Ford clan.

I don't understand.

You know, of course,
that the Fords

have been buried in Highgate
Cemetery since 98 BC.

No, I didn't know.

The Fords have always
been a strong clan,

until the last century.

Unfortunately, they've been
dissipating the direct line

by intermarriage.

You, Susan, are the only
hope of saving the clan

from eventual extinction.

What do you mean?

We want your baby.

I think you're insane.

Sit down until I'm finished with you.

The Fords can only exist
amongst themselves.

Your baby will be guided from
childhood, to adolescence,

to maturity, and
then immortality.

There will be other men chosen
by us for their strong blood

complimentary to ours who will
sire sons and daughters by you.

While you were unconscious,
we examined you.

You will have beautiful children,
perfect children for our cause.

Everyone of them will be
godlike in appearance.

They shall all
continue into eternity.

- What's wrong, darling?
- Nothing.

- Did I say something to upset you?
- No.

- Then what is it?
- Nothing.

You've been acting this way for days.
I can't make you out.

It's just your imagination.

Your hands are like ice.

It's very cold outside.

- Do you want me to turn the heat up?
- No, I'm not cold.

Oh, look at that moon.

It's a beautiful moon.

I like it when it's like that.

I wish it would stay night forever.

You never liked the night before.
What's come over you?

Will you take your bath first
or shall I?

- That's an abrupt change.
- Is it?

I'll take my bath first.

- Dry my back, darling?
- Here.

Oh, thank you.

You know, you haven't made tea like this
for me since we were first married.

Oh, that's good.

Scratch my back for me, darling.

No, little lower.

That's it, right there.

Oh, that feels good.

Anna--

I want him dead.

Take every drop of his blood.

He's no good to us.

Kill him.

- Hello.
- Yes?

- Is this Carfax Abbey?
- Yes.

- Is Ms. Susan Ford here?
- No.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- Was she here yesterday?
- Yes, a Ms. Ford came here yesterday,
but she left that same afternoon.

Well, she hasn't returned home
and I was worried about her.

Well, I'm very sorry, sir.
She isn't here. Good day.

Who was that, Jesse?

It was a young gentleman,
Reverend Ford, looking for Ms. Ford.

I told him she wasn't here.

You instructed me that if anyone
was looking for Ms. Ford, she wasn't here.

And I was to say she had gone away.

And I did it.

- Will that be all, sir?
- That will be all.

Yes, sir.

Yes?

- I don't like lying, sir.
- I beg your pardon?

- I don't like lying.
- What do you mean?

- All right, girl, I said what do you mean.
- Please, sir, you're hurting my arm.

Speak.

I didn't see her leave the house.
I think she's still here.

Are you questioning my authority,
you impertinent little slut?

I want you out of here within one hour.
Do you understand? One hour.

If I find you here after that time, I'll give you
a thrashing that you'll never forget.

Now get out of here.

- Ah, Reverend Ford?
- Yes?

- I'm Paul Donati.
- I'm afraid we haven't had the pleasure.

- I'm Susan's fiance.
- Yes, of course, I had forgotten.

Well, what can I do for you?

Well, Susan hadn't come home last night
and I was worried about her.

The only thing I could think
of, it was that she came here.

No, she left yesterday,
yesterday afternoon, to be exact.

Do you think she could have left
a note or something with one of the servants?

Well, that could be possible.
I didn't see her to the door.

Now I'll check with my wife.

- Uh, may I come in?
- Oh, but of course. Please, do come in.

Please sit down.

I'll only be a moment.
Excuse me.

Oh, damn. I wish that we could leave
my church candlestick in the hallway.

I've asked my wife Alicia.

She said that Ms. Ford
has left no message

and that she herself saw
Ms. Ford to the door.

I hope I've been of service to you.

If there's nothing else, I really must
get back to writing my Sunday sermon.

- Good day, Mr. Donati.
- Cigarette?

Get out of here.

Please--

Shh, come with me.

I think she's upstairs in
the second floor bedroom, that one there.

- Are you sure?
- No, but I know she didn't leave the house.

- What do you know about the reverend?
- Well, there's something wrong.

I know damn well
there's something wrong.

I was in the front hallway,
and he'd gone out for a moment

and I dropped my cigarettes. He came in
and was moving a candlestick.

There was no reflection
in my-- in my mirror.

- Well, it all ties in.
- What?

Well, there are hardly any mirrors
in the house at all. And what there are
are heavily draped.

Oh, my God.
I don't believe it.

But I saw it.
I know I saw it.

We've got to get her out of there.

I think she's in there.

Susan?

Paul?

She's there.

That wasn't very smart, was it?

You're not a very
bright girl, are you?

I gave you an hour, didn't I?

You're a very naughty girl.

Alicia?

Hello, my darling.

Are you tired?
Really?

You always say that.

You always know
the right thing to say.

What?

Maybe.

A half hour away from you,
and I miss you already.

Now who the hell can that be?

What?

That's not true.

Look, darling,
I'll ring you right back.

Yes?

Hello.

- Would you like some tea?
- No, thank you.

Come now, my dear.
Have a cup of tea?

Alicia, would you please?

Why have you brought me here?

That's a very long story,
my dear, very long indeed.

And I don't mean to go into it now.

- Do you know that we're related?
- I should certainly hope not.

You're far too pretty, my dear,
to make such nasty remarks.

It contorts your face,
leaves nasty lines here.

Don't touch me.

It would be far easier for all of us

if you would conduct yourself
in a more friendly manner.

You have brought me here
against my will.

And unless you release me shortly,
my maid,

who no doubt has discovered by absence,
will notify the police.

Now do I make myself clear?

But without any trace of a clue,
how could the Landham police

find such a charming lady
as yourself in all of London?

And, of course, its suburbs.

Why am I here?

Now you're being sensible.

I have a proposition for you.

If you agree to it, things
shall go fairly well for you.

If you don't agree,
you shall be killed.

Not much of a choice, is there?

- Close to me.
- Words are nothing, my dear.

Actions speak louder.

Now off to business.

One,

we are directly related
to a long line of Fords.

Two,

the corsage you received
the other evening was sent

by us to obtain a blood count.

Three,

I am happy to inform you
it is excellent.

Four,

the Fords are non coagulants,
which mean they are bleeders.

Five,

there is a young lady to whom
we are related who very shortly is to give birth.

And we need blood for transfusions.

Six,

we also need weekly
supplies of your type of blood.

Seven,

you're it, my dear.

Get back.

Have some tea.
You'll feel better.

I'll leave it there in
case you change your mind.

I still don't understand completely.

I don't want you to understand.

I just want you to be comfortable
in your bedroom upstairs,

to eat regularly, read or whatever,

and relax.

If you behave yourself

for a period of six months,
shall we say,

then, perhaps,
we may give you immortality.

I beg your pardon?

I can't explain further,
not at the present moment, that is.

Alicia, it is time.

- Oh, no.
- You'll get used to it.

Oh, my God.

- When?
- Just now. Alicia?

Susan?

Paul.

Don't worry, don't worry.
You're OK.

Hey, come on.

- Are you all right?
- How did you get in?

Look, I'll tell you later.
Get your clothes on quick.

Yeah.

We've got to get out of here.

- Damn it.
- What is it?

The door was locked.

They must know.
What are we going to do?

- There's only one thing we can do.
- What?

When was the last time
someone came in here?

- Oh, they come in about every two hours.
- Who?

- I think he's a servant.
- He's got a humpback, right?

Yes, his name is Spool.

Well, he won't be back for
a couple of hours, not now, anyway.

Oh, damn it, what a
stupid fool I was.

I didn't even think--

Oh, I'm so stupid.

What are we going to do?

Well, we'll just have to wait
till someone comes in. That's all.

I've got to think.

I missed you so much, Paul.

Oh, God, I love you.

What is the blood pressure now?

- It's still too high.
- I can't understand it.

I took the same amount of blood
today as I did three days ago.

I can't understand the change
in pressure from time to time.

We must get it down.

Alicia, put on more leeches.

Spool, bring them in.

Tonight is the yearly meeting.

We must have the sacrifice.

You know what you must do.

- Who is it?
- Spool.

I don't want any.

I'll leave it here.

You'll get hungry later.

It's very good.
I had some in the kitchen.

It's very good.

If you want some more pudding,
I'll get you more.

I had more.
I had two.

I like pudding.

- How long have you been with them?
- I'm not supposed to talk to you.

- But you just did.
- I'm not supposed to talk to you.

Spool.

Come here.

Please?

How long have you been with them?

Seven years.

- You were very young.
- Very young?

- When that happened.
- Oh, that.

Tell me how it happened.

- I've got to go now.
- Please tell me.

I know someone that might
be able to help you.

Help?

Tell me how it happened.

- I was pushed.
- Pushed?

How?

- I had a second brother.
- Second? I don't understand.

When my mother died,
my father married again.

And my second mother
didn't like me very much.

She hated me.

- And he used to beat me all the time.
- Who used to?

My second brother.

- Your second mother had a son?
- Yes.

And he used to beat me.

- And he pushed me.
- How?

In front of a bus.

How awful.

My back was broken in four places.

My mum didn't want me anymore.

My dad didn't want me anymore.

Then they sent me to a--

To a?

To a--

Do you know where they are now?

Never saw them again.

Then--

Yes?

What?

Uh, when did you meet
the Reverend Ford?

Seven years ago.

They took you from the home?

Yes.

Would you do me a favor?

I like you.

Well, would you do me a favor?

- Yes.
- It won't be easy.

Nothing's easy.

Help me get away from here.

I can't.

Please?

They're very mean.

I think I'll be able to help you.

If you help me,
I'll take you with me.

- Would you?
- Would you like that?

Would you like that?

Yes.

Thank you, Spool.

Everything will be all right.

You will stay here until sundown.

Never cross me again, Spool.

Come.

Things are not going well.
We were at the edge of trouble.

We must change our plans.

I have no further use
for Ms. Candace Ford.

Kill her.

You mustn't cross me, Spool.
You should know that by now.

How are your hands?

All right.

I'm sorry I had to do that,

but you did disobey.

It's strange.

I have no soul,
yet I feel compassion.

It doesn't make sense, does it?

I'm truly sorry, Spool.

Tonight is the conference.

I'm not looking forward to it.

I've decided we must make new plans.

The change in plans
will mean unrest to us.

But it must be done.

Is everything prepared
for the feast?

Yes, master.

It must be beautiful.

Use your utmost care.

It will be our last one in England.

You may go.

Delightful meal.
How old was she?

- Late 20s.
- Delicious.

Silence!
I want silence!

Silence!

It is my final decision.

I don't agree with you.
You're making a mistake.

Are you questioning my authority?
Go back there and sit down.

I will not sit down.
I demand to be heard.

It's time someone stood up
against your better judgment.

Very well, Elizabeth.
What have you got to say to us?

But please be brief, if possible.

- I have the floor?
- You have.

Very well then.

My dear relations,
we have existed in

Highgate Cemetery for 21 centuries.

It is our home.
It is our heritage.

It is the only thing we know.

Why should we,

upon the decision of him,

after all this time,

decide to move to
another continent?

No.
I will not hear of it.

Silence.

Silence.

I am not finished.

You gave me the floor. Please be
so kind as to let me finish.

Very well.

I know our blood
line is deteriorating.

I know we are having
troubles with the police.

I know we're on the verge of
discovery by the entire world.

I realize we must procreate
a stronger breed of Ford.

I realize that in order for us
to survive and exist,

we must make some sort of move.

But to go to America?
Never.

What is America?

What is it made of?
Pimps, prostitutes,

religious fanatics,

thrown out of England but
a few small centuries ago.

They're the scum of the Earth.

Algernon.

We can't leave our homeland.

Can't you see that?

- Are you quite finished, Elizabeth?
- Yes.

Very well.

- Sit.
- But--

Sit!

Eleven centuries ago, you,
Thomas, voted that

I was most suitable
monarch of the clan.

You, Lady Jakes, seconded the motion,

swearing to the gods that no one,
absolutely no one, could

come near to my honest and fair
judgement if I were elected.

Do you remember?

You, Caesar, made a heartrending
speech on my behalf.

And then, to come to this?

Et tu, Caesar?

As the devil is my witness,

I have governed with honesty,
sincerity, and impartial judgement.

I have spent restless nights
and endless days, yes, days, mind you,

planning and scheming
what was best for the Fords.

I never once let my own personal
regard enter into the situation.

I don't ask this for me.

I don't want to leave my native soil.

I don't want to leave these grounds which are
second nature to me, these familiar surroundings,

these luxurious surrounds which Alicia
and I have enjoyed for so many centuries.

Marie.

You were my friend once.

Look around you.

All this may come to an end

if we do not move
to that new continent.

Our relatives living in Canada
and in the United States

are fabulously healthy specimens.

We can't exist another hundred years

unless we're bringing them
into our family.

We must vote in my favor
out of necessity.

I have thought of procreating through
one of our own, Ms. Susan Ford,

but I was only fooling myself.

Suppose she had only female
babies, or only male babies?

Then there is
the chance of her escaping.

And then there is the time element.

And then there is
the question of the police.

You all know only too well how close

we have come to be discovered
by the police for what we are.

You all know
how difficult it is to move

about London after 11:30 PM.

London is a police state
after midnight.

Anyone can be stopped
and asked where they are going

at any time of the morning.

We can no longer exist
under these limitations.

So,

I have decided that
we must move to America.

That we shall destroy Susan Ford

and her fiance,

who only this afternoon we discovered
trying to help her escape.

James, I want you

and Robert and William

to go with Alicia
and destroy Susan Ford.

I want her fiance found
unconscious next to her.

Alicia,

kill her with the same
weapon as you did the maid.

I want them discovered by the French
windows leading out into the garden.

I, myself, will inform
the police on our departure

so that they should be
found together.

It should look as if
he has killed her.

I have arranged for a chartered
boat to take us to the States.

It leaves at exactly 2:00 AM.

Until then,

I bid you adieu.

What about me?

Take me with you.

You c-- can't leave me here.

Please take me with you.

I'd forgotten about you.

We shall ask the assembly to decide.

What is my bid?

What am I bid for this mortal?

He has asked to come with us.

He has been faithful to the Fords,
a great help to me,

until recently.

What is your answer to be?

Take me with you. No. No.

Don't. Take me with you.
Don't.

Take me with you--

There will be some room on board
for personal belongings.

It shall be a long journey.

We shall go around North America
through the canal and land at California.

We shall entomb ourselves at
Forest Lawn, which is very lovely

I've heard, almost as lovely
as Highgate used to be at one time.

Those who can help will please
collect what household items

of value that we have around here.

The meeting is adjourned.

Paul.

My darling.

My dearest darling.

Susan.

Have they gone?

Yes.

This is all ours.