The Night Visitor (1971) - full transcript

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Emmie,
Anton's right, don't you see

His practice is losing money.
Here are the figures.

A country doctor
never makes money.

That's why I want to sell
this place and move to town.

I could even get an
appointment to a hospital.

No!
- Be reasonable, Emmie.

I won't sell my share.

Papa left it to us.

When Salem was taken
away you took his share.

But I won't sign
and I won't sell!

I don't want to say any more
about it. I won't sign it.



When it was Ester and Salem and
me, we each had our equal say.

You, have your say. That's why
we want you to agree, and sign.

When Salem was here...
- Salem, come to supper!

Salem!

Salem.
Salem, come to supper!

Yes, Emmie...

when Salem was here?

Well at least he was a man.

He may have gotten drunk,
but he ran this farm.

He worked out there.
Didn't just sit around in his study

reading medical pamphlets,
waiting for the phone to ring!

This is none of your business,
Emmie.

Anton is a doctor,
not a farmer.

And so now I'm the maid.
- Be reasonable, Emmie.



Change the sheets
Do the laundry

Scrub the floors

It's no use. Emmie will
never agree to sell the farm.

If I could have gotten the cash
two years ago

we would be in the city now.

I'm a good doctor.
I was before I came out here.

What you mean is,
before you married me.

That's not it.

Oh!

Salem!

But, how did you...
you in... I thought...

I've been thinking
about you, Britt.

I've been thinking
about you for a long time.

Dr. Jenks.

Britt? She's what?

Oh no, Mr. Torens,
come on, come on.

Well, I'll be right over.

This way.
The back bedroom.

Alright.

Mrs. Torens?

Do you mind stepping
out while I examine her?

Well...
what was it?

She was strangled.

Strangled?...
But why?

Why would anyone
want to kill our Britt?

Can't have been
dead very long.

Well, we'd better take
care of your wife.

And then let the police know.

What are all those ties for?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

Somebody been fooling
with your bag?

Emmie's been telling me
to get my ties cleaned, and...

damned if I don't
keep forgetting!

That woman!

She always has
to have her way, ha.

Ah, Inspector.

Found anything?

Strangulation.

Manual?
- No.

These regular contusions
rule out bare hands.

A stocking,
soft cord,

or something like that,
I'd say.

Was she assaulted?
- No.

Did she put up a fight?

Hard to say.
She was a strong girl.

What's the smell?

It's this chest rub
she's been using.

One of the popular brands.
Oil of peppermint.

Ah...

Menthol in fact.
- That's it.

Very funny!
Very funny trick!

What are you talking about?
- These!

Why put them in my bag?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Maybe Emmie does.

Emmie! Emmie, dear!

So you don't know anything
about my instruments?

You didn't take them
out of my bag

and stick these
in their place?

I did not!
Are you insane?

No. But I'm sure
that someone in this house

is trying to make it
look that way!

Emmie! Em...!
- SHHHH!

So it's Emmie.
It's Emmie, isn't it?

She's found out.

How could she?

She's acted strangely
for a long time.

She watching.
Everything! Every move!

She keeps bringing up Salem.

Salem this! Salem that!
Salem! Salem! Salem!

Anton,...
you're upset.

Calm down.

Emmie couldn't know

and even if she did she couldn't
do anything about it.

Oh, she could.

Anton, a drunken farmhand
was found killed in the yard!

Salem was found guilty.

The police were satisfied then
and no story of Emmie's

is going to change that.

The parrot could change that.

Parrot?

The parrot saw it all
and he heard you.

What if he said, "Hit him,
Anton! Hit him, Anton!"

No one pays attention
to what a parrot says.

Emmie would pay
good attention to that

and make sure
that the police did, too!

No.

Emmie can't hurt us now.

Oh yes, she could
and she will try.

Why take my instruments?

What use has she
for the morphine?

Morphine?
- Yes.

Three ampoules of morphine
taken out of my bag,

enough to kill a man!

And a hypodermic.

That's easy to find out.

We'll ask her.

If she is asleep,
we could search her room.

Ester!

Oh!

Emmie?

It's your paperweight.

Yes.

Ester!

Ester!

Ester!

Ester!

Get me the police!

Ester! Open the door.
Ester!

Ester!!
Open the door!

(Bird squawk) "Hit him, Anton!"
"Hit him! Hit him!"

I knew it!
- "Hit him Anton!"

I knew you would say it!
(Bird squawk)

Shut up! Shut up!
You idiot!

(Bird Squawk)

(Bird squawking wildly)

Go!
I'll get you.

I'll get you.

Ester! Ester! Ester!

Ester! Es...!

Anton?
(bird squawk)

Anton?

Anton!

What's the matter?
- Don't!

Listen,...
it was Salem!

Salem killed Emmie!

He didn't touch you?
Didn't hurt you?

Where has he gone?
- Come here.

Come.

Sit down. Sit down here.
- Sit here?

He killed Emmie!

He killed Emmie!
- It's no use Anton.

Look at this room.
You did it.

You completely lost your mind!
- No, listen to me.

Salem was in this room!
He killed Emmie!

Give me the asylum!

Ester, Salem got back
into the asylum!

He got back in!
- What else did you expect?

But if he can get out of such
a place, why then go back?

Salem was here?...
You saw him?

You'd better stick
to that little story,

it's your only defense.

Defense?
What do you mean?

I don't need
to defend myself!

Don't... don't you
understand what I'm saying,

Salem was in this house
and he killed Emmie!

Come in, come in please.

It's Emmie, my sister in law.
- Where is she?

She's up here
in her room.

We found her together.

My wife.
- Mrs. Jenks.

She went down to phone.

Then I saw Salem,
hiding in the cupboard,

almost naked.

Right here he was standing
when I saw him.

Quite mad, quite mad,
to kill an innocent woman.

Uh,...

Did you look her over,
Doctor?

Why, no. I...
saw she was dead

We didn't think it wise
to touch anything.

Hit with considerable violence.
No motive.

Has to be a maniac.

It must have been
a great shock to you both

to discover her like that.

Yes, of course.

And Salem was hiding
in this cupboard, you say?

Yes.
Oh, please.

This is my wife's bedroom.

This is my study.
- Would you mind?

No, no, no, of course,
go ahead.

Ah, the famous ties!

The famous,
uh...

Oh, no, no.

I see, Torens has told you
about them.

So many things have happened
that I...

quite forgot to mention that.

My bag was rifled and a...

handful of ties stuffed inside.

Would you explain that as
the action of a sane man?

They look clean enough to me.

I'm sorry, clean?

Oh no, no, you misunderstood,
Inspector.

I had to invent the story
for Mr. Torens.

After all, everything
was so embarrassing

I understand,...
ties in a medical bag,

it is embarrassing.
- Yes.

Well, I've seen enough.

Let's find my assistant
and we'll be off.

Alright.

Ester...

the Inspector's leaving now.

I won't trouble you
anymore tonight.

Of course, that business
of the ties reminds me.

It's the morphine and the
hypodermic that's important!

My instruments!

What happened to them?
- Stolen.

Stolen out of my bag!

What could he have
done with them?

Never mind. We'll check that.
Try and find them.

The police doctor
and the ambulance

will be here in a minute.

Goodnight, Mrs. Jenks.

Try and get some rest.

Thank you Inspector,
good night.

I think I handled that
rather well.

You talk too much!

What's that, sir?

One of Dr. Jenks' ties.

Menthol!

Uh-huh.

It checks out.

Traces of the same
mentholated substances

on the Torens' girl neck.

Uh-huh.

No fingerprints.

This material doesn't take any,
the lab said.

Uh...

Excuse me, sir,
I can't understand

why you didn't
arrest the doctor?

He is our man,
it's as clear as a bell.

You're quite sure of that,
aren't you, Carl?

Yes. Well, yes.

Obviously the tie
is the murder weapon.

Well, doesn't it all point
to Dr. Jenks?

Yes, it does. Yes.
Very clearly.

The strangest thing of all
is his story about Salem

suddenly turning up
in the middle of the night

and killing his own sister.

The attendants at the asylum
checked and of course,

Salem hadn't gotten out.

On top of that
getting back in again

and neatly locking himself
in his cell.

Now why would the doctor
tell such a crazy story?

Yes, why?

Well, it doesn't make sense.

Perhaps it makes...

Perhaps it makes
a little too much sense.

How's that?

Two murders.

First case,
strangulation,

weapon silken tie,
belongs to Dr. Jenks.

Second case.

Crushed skull,
heavy paper weight,

belongs to Dr. Jenks.

Prime suspect,

Dr. Jenks.

Too neat.
Too obvious.

Motives unknown.

Possibility, work of a maniac?

Maybe.

Maybe.

But who is the maniac?

Thank you for taking the time,
Dr. Kemp.

No trouble, but I warn you,
it's quite a walk.

Get out?

Why yes,
very simple.

If he could fly.

Do you think,
Inspector,

anybody could get down
these walls?

But one of them broke out
about ten years ago?

That wasn't a break, Inspector.
It was suicide.

That is the
Occupational Therapy room.

It keeps our patients busy.

Salem is the tall one
in the middle.

He did all this?

Yes,
in therapy.

A lot of imagination.

Just like Jack and the beanstalk
up there.

Dr. Kemp...

how could Salem
get out of here?

Yes, I thought you were
going to get around to that.

Well, it's...
quite simple really.

First he'd have
to unlock this door.

But as you can see,
the lock is on the outside only.

Well, what about
this letter box arrangement?

That is for trays
in case they're confined.

But look...

the panel opens
from the outside.

You couldn't reach through
to the lock

even if it were open.

and you'd to have to have
a key to begin with.

I see.

Let's assume
the door's left open.

I don't like careless
assumptions.

Let us not base our hypothesis
on my negligence.

I've got to build
on someone's carelessness,

so whether you like it or not,

I'm going to say you slipped up
last night.

I'm going to have
that door open.

Now, where would Salem go?
- Simple

He comes out into this corridor
and this is where he stops!

Stay here.

This is Doctor Kemp here.

I'm on the Top floor
with the Inspector.

Please, close the doors
for a moment.

Thank you.

It's the same on every wing,
every floor.

Nine o'clock we lock up.
- Any empty cells?

Cells he might get into
and force a window?

Sorry.
We've got a full house.

And stop giving Salem
a whole bunch of keys.

I'll give you his door open.

But I won't grant
that he's got 'round Pop!

Pop?

Night floor attendant,
this wing.

That's his office.

Bribed...
How's that?

So Pop is bribed!
- Yes. Alright.

He's very friendly with Salem.
They do play chess together.

Let us go so far as to say that

Pop has even opened the door
for him.

Now Pop has done all he can do.
He can't even open the gates.

Salem is on his own.

Remember...

it is almost a hundred feet
to the courtyard below.

A visitor for you, Salem.

Can I be alone with him?
- Certainly.

But don't get into a game
of chess with him.

You'll never escape!

You're from the police,
aren't you?

I know why you've come.

You're in the awkward position
of trying to get information

from a lunatic.

I'm here to talk to you
just the same.

With an eye towards

reconsidering
my confinement here?

Possibly.

I like it here.
I'm safe.

From whom?
- Myself.

Would you care
for a game of chess?

I don't play.
What do you mean, yourself?

If I were outside
I'd kill people.

My sister, Ester,
and her husband.

And how many others?
- No others.

Oh...
Emmie was always kind to me.

and generous.

She use to send me
home made scones.

and other things.
I'm sorry she had to find out.

Find out what?

Are you sure
you don't play chess?

Quite sure and I haven't got
all evening, either.

Well neither have I.

What you were sorry
Emmie found out?

She found out I never did murder
that farmhand.

How do you know?

Well, why else
would Jenks kill her?

I'm not sure he did.

Oh, yes you are.
You just don't know why?

What about the girl,
Britt Torens?

Conscience is a terrible thing.

Why don't we just stop
amusing ourselves

and say what's on our minds?

I've kept it to myself
until now, haven't I?

Britt's dead.
So why bring it up?

I might be able
to get you out of here.

I said I'd kill people.

There's no policeman in the
world who could stop me.

What about Britt?

"Miss Torens had
a charming disposition"

the local parson said.

She was very popular
among the neighbors.

And her father
was completely heartbroken.

So?

So it would have been
cruel of me

to destroy her character
in public.

I'm not the public.

I was with Britt Torens

at the time
the farmhand was killed.

Alone?

Alone.

She could have said that
in court and...

you would have been
proved innocent?

Yes, I think that's the
way it might have gone.

You're a liar, Salem!

Of course I am!

There wasn't a finer girl
around than Britt.

I shouldn't have told you
such a thing.

But why didn't you
tell the court?

Although her father
would have disowned her.

I did hope that Britt
would walk into court

and speak up
of her own accord.

Her failure to do so

came as a...
well, as a revelation.

A letdown.

Besides, they'd found my axe
with my finger prints on it,

and blood on the blade,
motives and reasons.

Didn't I drink too much?

Well, you must know the story,
Inspector.

I don't expect you to
prove what I've just said.

I don't expect you to
get me out of here either.

I only hope it'll give you
a little food for thought.

I understand. You expect
me to believe your girlfriend

finally got an attack
of conscience,

went to Jenks and threatened
to expose everything.

Something like that.

Why should she go to Jenks
and not the police?

You're the policeman,
Inspector, you tell me.

Sorry, didn't know
you had a visitor.

Oh, that's all right, Pop.
We'll have plenty of time later.

I'll have a present for you.

Present?
- Yes.

Later, then.

Just like being
back at school.

We know what we're doing
up here.

I've had a long time
to wonder about the police.

I hope you still hold us
in your esteem.

We appreciate the patience
you've shown.

You shouldn't be sarcastic.

I could kill you with my bare hands
and they'd only put me downstairs.

This is what they do to me when
I talk out of turn, Inspector.

How does it feel?
How does it feel?

No, no,
I'm not going to hurt you.

Don't struggle.

Let me tell you something.

I know a good deal of what
happened over there last night.

We read papers up here,
you see.

I've been thinking a lot
this morning.

So let a madman give you some
intelligent advice, Inspector.

The next man on
Doctor Jenks' list

will undoubtedly be a worthless
lawyer by the name of Clemens.

Do you know what two years
of thinking has told me?

Clemens was paid
to change my plea.

Because Ester and Anton
wanted a conviction.

But something has gone wrong
in that house now,

after two years of
watching each other.

They are afraid.

Ester is telling Anton
to kill everyone

who might bring
the trial open again.

By what preposterous evidence
do you suppose they will arrange

to prove that I have escaped
from this place, huh?

Well, I don't know.

But you'll believe whatever
it is, and I'm not worried.

But there's one thing I'd like
to know your opinion about,

Inspector.

Do you really believe
that anyone would ever return

to this howling prison
after once getting out?

I'd sooner be dead.

May I get up?
Oh, certainly.

Do me one favor, Inspector,

don't think Anton is insane.
I'm the insane one.

You shouldn't believe
a word I've said.

Mr. Clemens isn't seeing
anyone at this hour.

Will you kindly tell him
it's very urgent.

But he's ill.
He's in bed with a fever.

I'm a police Inspector.
It's extremely important.

Oh... Well, alright.

Come in.

You can wait in here.

In the library.

Mrs. Hansen!

Mrs. Hansen!

Who the devil is ringing
the bell at this late hour?

It's the police, sir.
- Police?

Have you got
a search warrant?

No, sir.

Then what gives you the right
to nose through my belongings?

Mr. Clemens, have you
any reason to believe

someone might want
to kill you?

Of course not!

What kind of balderdash
is this?

Is this what you got me
out of bed for?

Tell me what you want
and get out.

It has to do with a trial
you're familiar with.

The Salem murder case.

I believe you changed
Salem's plea from not guilty

to guilty by reason
of insanity.

Certainly...
Certainly, I did.

Why?

Because my first duty
is to my client.

Because I know the difference
between prison for life

and experienced medical care
in a mental institution.

Have you ever visited
the asylum?

What has that
got to do with it?

Because if you had I don't
think you'd be drawing

such a fine distinction
between the two establishments.

What are you driving at?

Mr. Clemens,
allowing for good behavior

what constitutes
a life sentence in prison?

Twenty...
Twenty-five years.

And once a man has been
certified criminally insane,

how long do they
put him away for?

Until the qualified authority

is convinced that his sanity
has been restored.

Which could mean never.

Please tell me by how much
did the Jenks'

increase your fee
for switching?

Are you implying
that I was bribed?

No, I never mentioned
the word.

But Salem's sister and the
Torens girl have been murdered

and Dr. Jenks has made
accusations against Salem.

Why on earth should Jenks' want
to bring up Salem's name now?

Everybody knows
he's been put away.

Because Dr. Jenks
is most anxious

to convince me that Salem
was at his farm last night.

Jenks said that?

But why invent
a story like that?

I can't imagine.

But since you had
such a close understanding

with him two years ago,
it occurred to me

that you might be able
to explain his behavior.

How dare you!
Get out!

Get out!

I really came here to warn you
to take care of yourself.

And I don't mean your cold.

Thank you for the present Salem.

It's very kind of you.

But, well, well, well...

if that's not the strangest
set of men I've ever seen.

Salem, do you want to
spoil my game?

I can't play with all those
making faces at me!

Nonsense.
Pull up your chair.

I'm going to capture
your queen tonight, Pop.

No you're not!

Oh, it's getting on for nine.

I better get closed up
and play through the slot.

Set them up,
while I get my stool!

And it's my turn
with the white!

I don't know.

Don't go moving your queen
prematurely, Salem.

I've warned you
about that before.

I want to expose her.

I know what I'm doing.

Have it your own way!

I didn't see that move!

Then why kick up a fuss?

Because that queen of yours
keeps pointing at my knight,

that's why!

I can't stand these men!

Salem, I appreciate
the trouble you went to, but

I just can't stand them.

Why don't you get your
own set then?

Well, it's really too late
to go changing, but...

I just can't play with these.

That knight wasn't
there before!

When we changed boards you -

Pop, you've got to learn
to be a good loser.

It's checkmate in three moves
and you know it,

regardless of the queen!

Salem, it's no good!
I'm not enjoying myself!

Because you're losing!

It's too late anyway.
It's lockup time!

Just a moment, Mrs. Hansen.

It's Mister Clemens!

Mrs. Hansen says
he's in a bad way!

Whatever it is, tell them
I'm making no calls

until after the funeral.

It seems quite urgent.

It might be wise...

You should go.
- You're right.

Tell her I'll be over...
right away!

He'll be right over.

Yes.

Good bye.

You'd better
forget that bird.

It must have flown away.

I just heard it!

I tell you, I heard it!

We'll look for it later, dear.
It might be in the attic.

Right now I think you should
get over to Clemens.

Alright.

The police please.

I don't like
the sound of that.

He's been coughing
like that all day.

Hello Clemens.

How long have
you been like this?

Mrs. Hansen, I want to
talk to this man alone!

Get him an blanket and
turn up the boiler!

This place is as cold
as a barn!

Don't bother with that stuff,
doctor.

I didn't call you
for doctoring.

I've been going through some
very interesting files, doctor.

Some of the evidence
and testimony

has taken on a curious light
since the death of Emmie.

I believe you are delirious.

In fact, I'm sure you are!

Yes, I'm delirious...

just like the police Inspector.

Yes, he was here!

And I want to know
what the devil

you've been telling him
about me!

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the murder
of that farmhand

two years ago.

That's what I'm talking about!

The murder you pinned
on Salem!

And now, you have
the unmitigated stupidity

to tell the Inspector
you saw him in your house!

Why, fool!

Who do you think
is going to believe that?

But I did see him!
He was there!

What do you take
the Inspector for? A nincompoop!

You certainly made him
suspect Salem!

He suspects him
of having information

that could send you away
for life.

He went to the asylum
all right.

He went there
and found out a lot.

A lot about you
and your wife!

Not about me, Jenks!

Why? Because I've got nothing
to do with it, never did have!

And now that
he's making you sweat,

you'd better keep
your mouth shut

about the way
I defended Salem!

The fee was not exorbitant,

nor was it...
(coughing attack)

Be quiet now.

I'm going to take your pulse.

What was all the fuss about?

Mr. Clemens is delirious.

He's within an inch
of double pneumonia.

He's got to stay in bed.

- Will he be all right?
- Yes.

He's recovering from
a coughing attack

and I'm going
to give him a sedative.

Bring me a glass of water please.
- Okay.

Thank you.
Open your mouth now.

You'll feel better now.
- Go away, I don't want anything

Come on.

That's right.

He will sleep
through the night.

You shouldn't leave the house.

If he gets restless,
give me a call.

Thank you.

Come with me into the study and
I will give you a prescription.

And tell you what to do,

and also what I'd like him
to eat during the next few days.

Inspector, I'm so relieved.
So terribly relieved!

I was afraid he'd come back
before you came.

You mean the doctor's gone out?
Where?

I made him go.
On a call.

It's warmer in the kitchen.

I sent for you because there's
something wrong with my husband.

Something horribly frightening!

I believe he's insane!

Why do you say that,
Mrs. Jenks.

He actually believes
he saw Salem.

And you don't think he did?

How could he?

And now I'm afraid
he's going to try to kill me.

Here, sit down.

Now, why should he
try to kill you?

Why should he wish
to kill your sister?

There's something about Emmie
no one ever knew.

She and Anton, I mean.

Please, go on, Mrs. Jenks.

Emmie introduced me to Anton.

She was always
getting him over here.

I promise you I had no idea
they were planning to use me

as soon as I married him

Use you?

Are you suggesting
there was something wrong

at the trial two years ago?

Yes.

And what's more,

I don't think Salem is insane,

or that he ever was insane.

I believe
that Emmie and Anton

were in this kitchen
doing something

and that the farmhand
came stumbling onto them

and they were forced
to kill him.

I believe they moved the body
and put blood on Salem's axe.

That's a very serious
accusation, Mrs. Jenks.

Here in this kitchen.

Hm.

I mean it was scrubbed clean

the night the farmhand
was murdered.

Shouldn't you have
mentioned that at the trial?

It just didn't seem important
at the time.

I did ask Emmie about it.

I remember
coming in that morning,

seeing the floor
all scrubbed and cleaned.

Even under the stove.

Was she upset?
- Not at all.

She told me she hadn't been
able to sleep the night before

and that she got up to make
herself a cup of hot milk,

and she couldn't stand
the sight of a dirty floor.

Now I wonder what they
could have been up to

when a farmhand barges in?

Of course it's only guesswork

and it's pretty late in the day
to comment on a dead case.

I don't think it is dead,
Inspector.

You see, Emmie and Anton
hated Salem.

He didn't let them do anything
with the property.

He didn't care about money
and running things efficiently.

And Anton did?
- Certainly!

Salem was never practical.

He just sat and drank.

And because he was in control
all we could do was

watch the profits
go down the drain.

Emmie didn't like it.

And believe me
I didn't like it either, but...

Emmie took it to heart.

She was a grasping woman.

always arguing with Salem
about...

selling this place
while prices were high.

Let's get back to this kitchen.

If you ask me, somebody's been
at this floor with a hatchet

and it looks burned!

Exactly!

Emmie handled the insurance!

I see! They intended
to start a fire in here,

burn the place down
and collect!

The farmhand came in,
caught them red handed!

So Dr. Jenks goes at him
with... with the hatchet!

My young friend
has a vivid imagination!

But I think he's right!

(bird squawking)

What in heaven's
name is that?

That's a parrot.
That's another thing.

Anton's been trying to kill it.

Where is it?
- I don't know.

It got out the night
Emmie was killed.

Anton's terrified
by the bird's voice.

Uh, it might not
make a sound for hours.

You know

he's looked through every corner
of this house like a lunatic.

He even gets up
in the middle of the night...

What's the matter?

That clock doesn't work.
Hasn't for years!

The hands
aren't even connected.

Anton's back!

He... he used the front door!
He's in the house!

Waiting!
He's been listening!

He's going to kill me
for talking to you!

Nobody's going to kill you.

Look around Carl.

Well the bird's
been here all right.

It's dirtier than the cage.

It could have started it moving.
- No. No, Anton's back here.

I know he's back.
- He's not here!

Where did he go?

Where did he go?

Clemens'...
an hour ago.

No!... Don't!

Don't!... No!

Put it down!

You can run away.

Run!
I won't tell you've been here.

You're real, Salem!

Yes, I'm insane,
Ester. I'm mad!

You made sure of
that, didn't you?

No... I didn't.

It was Anton.

He did all this to you.

I didn't know it
before it was too late.

It was Anton and Emmie.

I know you, Ester.

I've tried to help you
all these years, Salem.

Tried to get you out of that
awful prison.

But Anton hates you.

I understand
that you want to kill him.

But to kill Emmie...

That was a terrible thing to do!

Poor Salem.

Poor Salem.

I'll help you.

You can still run away.

Just give me the axe

and run.

I won't tell anyone.

I always loved you, you know.

Didn't I help you before?

And you love me.

You're my big brother.

So...

Give it to me.

Give it to me.

Give it to me, now.

Don't be silly.

Don't you understand,
I am trying to help you.

Give it to me now,
you idiot!

No!

Aaaaah!

Ester!

Ester!

Ester!

No, Salem!

No! No! Please!

Don't! Don't!
Don't!

No, no, no!

Don't! Don't!

No! No! You can't!

Please! Stop it! Stop!
Stop! Stop! Oh!

Don't!
Please!

No! No!
You can't! You can't!

No! No! No! No!

The house is empty, sir.
No sign of...

Doctor Jenks.

I've seen them hacked
to pieces before, but

never like this.

Go away.
Let them know at the station.

Hmm.

Inspector!

Inspector!

Is he gone?

Inspector.
- Who are you talking about?

Salem

Oh, he was here again,
was he?

I think he killed Ester,
because I heard her scream

and then I didn't
hear her anymore.

So I have to be very careful

because he can get out.
In and out.

I think it's wise to
keep all the doors locked.

And how do you think
he killed Mrs. Jenks?

With the axe, of course.
He had to use the axe.

To get even.
- To get even?

Yes.
We put blood on his axe.

This time he had
to wipe it on me.

He came out to kill Ester

and now he's going back
to put the blame on me.

I wish I -
I hadn't listened to Ester.

To even think of burning
this place down for the money

was madness.

And then to...

To kill a person
because he -

he interrupted us!

"Hit him, Anton! Hit him!"
And I -

(sobbing)

Tell the sergeant

we'll be needing statements
from Jenks and Torens.

What about you?

To the asylum just as fast
as I can make it!

Doctor Kemp here.
Open up!

I'm sorry to give you
this trouble.

No trouble, sir.

Can I go in please?
- Certainly.

Salem!

Salem come to supper!

(laughing)

Salem!

Salem!

Salem!