Alias Grace (2017): Season 1, Episode 4 - Part 4 - full transcript

I wonder what has been
causing your loss of sleep.

What makes you
say that, Grace?

GRACE: You have dark circles
under your eyes

and it looks as though
you haven't slept a wink.

Oh, Nancy, this is Grace.

Mr. Kinnear, my master...

(BODY THUDS)
...is a gentleman
of a fine Scottish family.

I am Thomas Kinnear,
your new employer.
Watch yourself.

GRACE: I could see there was
no love lost between
McDermott and Nancy.

(GRUNTING)

You'd only need
breaking in like a colt



and then you'll go as good
as the rest of them.

I'm the man for the job.

GRACE: It's strange to reflect

that of all the people
living in that house,

I was the only
one of them left alive
in six months' time.

MCDERMOTT: Hang her!

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

(WHIPPING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

See, that's what happens
when you take

an extra piece of bread
for your breakfast.

Don't try that, Grace.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)



GRACE: That evening
was so beautiful,

it made a pain in my heart.

It's when you cannot tell
whether you're happy or sad.

But I thought that
if I could have a wish,

it would be that nothing
would ever change

and we would stay
that way forever.

GRACE: Good morning,
Dr. Jordan.

Good morning, Grace.
(CLEARS THROAT)

I am just reading
James McDermott's confession.

He says,
"Grace was very jealous

"of the difference
made between

"her and the housekeeper
whom she hated,

"and to whom she was
very insolent and saucy."

He claims you said...

What, is she better than us?

That she is to be
treated like a lady,

and eat and drink of the best?

She is not better
born than we are,

or better educated.

This is a different story
than the one you told me.

What do you think of
when you hear that, Grace?

I've heard it before.

I think it's bad luck
to laugh at the dead.

The dead don't like
being laughed at.

Would you like me
to continue on

where we left off
yesterday, sir?

Yes, please, Grace.

NANCY: Smell this.

Isn't it lovely?

And then I put on
some hair pomade.

It gives the hair
a wonderful shine.

Will you brush
my hair out for me, Grace?

Yes, with pleasure.

That feels
most luxurious.

You have
a good touch, Grace.

Your hair reminds me
of my friend's hair.

NANCY: What friend is that?

An old friend.

We will need
a chicken tonight.

Captain Boyd
and Colonel Bridgeford

are coming around
to dine.

Have McDermott
kill one for us.

Of course.

Won't we need two chickens?

There will be six
to dine with the ladies.

There will be no ladies.

The wives of these gentlemen
never condescend

to darken the door
of the house.

And I myself will not be
taking dinner with them.

All they do is
smoke and drink

and talk of the
fine deeds they did

in putting down
the Rebellion.

Just do
as I asked you.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

McDermott?

McDermott?

James?

McDermott?

Grace?

What are you doing
in McDermott's loft?

We need him
to kill a chicken.

Oh. He has probably
gone drinking in town.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I can't find McDermott.

He is always going off
when he is needed.

You'll have to kill
the chicken yourself, Grace.

Oh, no.

I can't do it.
I've never done it before.

There's a first
for everything.

I can pluck it
once killed,

but I cannot shed
the blood of a living thing.

Don't be
a silly goose, Grace.

It's easy enough.

You just take the ax
and give it a strong whack

right through the neck.

Nancy, I cannot bear
the thought of it.

Don't come back
without a dead bird.

And hurry!

Mr. Kinnear likes
his meals on time.

JAMIE: What's
the matter Grace?

Could you please
kill this chicken for me?

There is nothing easier.
I would be glad to do it.

You are so squeamish
and tender-hearted.

Thank you, Jamie.

I don't have anything
to give you for it,

but I will remember it
in the future.

I will help you
any other time

you might need it.

That bird needs
to go in the oven.

I see you have
made a conquest.

What do you mean?
Jamie Walsh.

He has a bad case
of puppy love.

He used to be my admirer,
but now I see he is yours.

He's not much of
a catch for me.

He's only a boy.

Well, a worm
will always turn.

Will you go down
to the cellar

and fetch another
jug of wine?

I don't like spiders.

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

(LAUGHING IN THE DISTANCE)

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

And she was screaming.
"My farm! My life!"

And do you remember?
Tom says,

"Your burning farm
is not your problem.

"It is your disgusting
rebel husband."
(ALL LAUGHING)

I thought
I could educate her.

One can learn
valuable lessons

at the most difficult times.

Where did you
find this one, Tom?

Anymore growing on the tree
where she came from?

And if so,
are they ripe yet?

What have you done
with Nancy?

Is she locked in
a cupboard somewhere

with the rest of
your Turkish harem?

(ALL CHUCKLING)

You should look to your
fine blue eyes, my dear,

Nancy might
scratch them out

if old Tom so much
as looks at you sideways.

She's a fiery little
rebel that one.

Her last name is Montgomery.

Just like the tavern
where the rebels gathered.

You best be careful

you don't fall
under her influence.

At that time,
Montgomery himself

was in the United States,

having escaped from
Kingston Penitentiary

in a most daring manner.

So it is possible
for such a thing to be done.

I don't think Captain Boyd
was a real captain.

Some of these men
took up their titles

just for having got their
two legs around a horse

on the day
of the Rebellion.

What about Mr. Kinnear?

I don't know
and I don't ask.

But if he had,
it certainly would have been

on the side of the Government.

My best friend's family
lost their farm

to the government troops.

I don't know
and I don't ask.

(MEN LAUGHING)

I'm getting too fat.

Now, we must and should
pray for Divine Grace.

We should not be
puffed up in vanity

and think that our prayers
might have any effect.

The first is the last
and the last is the first...

GRACE: "There are many
whited sepulchers

"walking around in our midst.

"Fair on the outside,

"but filled with rot
and corruption within.

"We should guard
against complacency

"and should not
let our lamps go out.

"Because no man knows
the day and the hour thereof.

"We must await
in fear and trembling."

And what did you think
of this sermon, Grace?

I thought to myself,

if you could not get Divine
Grace by praying for it,

or any other way,

or ever know
if you had it or not,

then you might as well forget
about the whole matter

and go about
your own business.

Because whether you would
be damned or saved

was of no concern of yours.

There is no use
crying over spilt milk

if you don't know whether
the milk is spilt or not.

And if God alone knows,
then God alone can tidy it up.

Thinking of such things
makes me drowsy.

MINISTER: We will be saved
by Divine Grace alone.

And no efforts on our part

or any good works
that we might do.

Divine Grace...

(WHISPERS) It's an outrage.

An outrage.

Let's go. I can't stand
being stared at.

GRACE: I thought, these are
cold and proud people

and not good neighbors.

They are hypocrites,

they think the church is
a cage to keep God in,

so he will stay
locked up there

and not go wandering about
the Earth during the week

poking His nose
into their business

and looking into the depths
and doubleness of their hearts

and lack of true charity.

They believe they need only be
bothered about Him on Sundays

when they have
their best clothes on

and their faces straight,

and their hands washed
and their gloves on,

and their stories
all prepared.

But God is everywhere,

and cannot be caged in,
as men can.

Where were you yesterday?

I finished my morning chores.

It's none of your
damn business where I went.

You have no right
to come and go

and vanish off
the face of the Earth

just when you
might be wanted most.

Well, how was I
supposed to know?

I can't read the future.

If you could,
you would see that

you will not spend
much more of it in this house.

You are to leave
at the end of the month.

Now go take care
of the horse.

Unless you consider
such a thing to be

too far beneath
Your Royal Highness.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

I'm just as glad.

I do not like being ordered
about by a woman.

And it's much worse
considering

what type of a woman she is.

I don't care to stay
a moment longer

with such a parcel
of whores.

What do you mean by that?

Do you not know that Nancy and
Mr. Kinnear sleep together?

It's no secret.

All the neighborhood
knows of it.

That cannot be true.

You can scarcely see the nose
before your own face.

Nancy had a baby

when she was working
over at Wrights' farm

by a young layabout
who ran off and left her.

The baby died
thanks to midwife's mercy.

Mr. Kinnear hired her
and took her in anyway,

which no respectable man
would have done.

It was clear from the first
what he had in mind.

Once the horse
is out of the stable,

it is no good
shutting the barn door.

(MUMBLES)

A woman once on her back

is like a turtle
in the same plight.

She can scarcely turn
herself right side up again

and then
she's fair game for all.

I don't believe you!

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Although I protested,
it came to me

that for once
he was telling the truth.

And I was ashamed of myself
for letting myself be tricked

and imposed on
in that fashion.

For being so blind
and foolish.

(WHISPERING)

(GIGGLING)

GRACE: I'm sorry
to say that after this,

I lost much of the respect
I'd once felt for Nancy,

as being older,
and the mistress of the house.

You've missed
behind the hutch.

Why don't you do it?
Grace!

Since nothing is ever
good enough for you.

Do it yourself.

Or can you not bend down
in that fine dress?

How dare you!

How dare I what?

(BOTH GRUNTS)

Why is McDermott not
helping you with that, Grace?

Is it too heavy for you?

It is my task to do, sir.

Here, I'll carry it
up for you.

Oh, no, sir.
I cannot allow it.

(CHUCKLES)

It is up to me what
will be allowed or not.

I am the master of
the house, am I not?

Yes.

Come then, Grace.

I will take it
upstairs for you.

(SLURPS)

(GRUNTS)

Nancy plans to turn me away
before the month is up

and withhold my wages.

If she treats me this way,

she will soon
treat you the same.

We need to join together
and demand our rights.

(TOM LAUGHING)

I hate all Englishmen.

Mr. Kinnear
is a Lowland Scot.

It's the same thing.

They are all thieves,
whores, stealers of land.

They grind down the poor
wherever they go.

They deserve to be
knocked on the head

and thrown down the cellar.

Both of them.

And I'm the man for the job.

GRACE: I thought this was
just a way of talking,

as he was always a boaster.

My own father,
when drunk,

had often threatened me
in this way

but had never
in fact done so.

The best thing
at such times

was just to nod
and agree with him,

and to take
no further notice.

So you did not
believe him, at first?

Not at all.

Nor would you, sir, if you
yourself had been listening.

I took it all
for idle threats.

Before he was hanged,
McDermott said

that you were the one
who put him up to it.

He claimed
that you intended

to murder
Nancy and Mr. Kinnear

by putting poison
in their porridge,

and that he repeatedly
refused to help you.

(WHISPERS) You are
such a coward.

I will not be
part of it.

You'll go straight to hell
and I will not join you.

It is the simplest thing
in the world.

We needn't even get
any blood on our hands.

GRACE: Who told you
such a lie?

It's written in
McDermott's confession.

Just because a thing
has been written down, sir,

does not mean
it's God's truth.

I mean, you're quite
right about that, Grace.

But all the same,
what do you say to it?

Well, sir, I think it's one
of the silliest things

I've ever heard.

Why do you say that?

If I wanted to put poison
into a bowl of porridge, sir,

why would I have needed any
help from the likes of him?

I could have done it
all by myself,

put some into his
own porridge too,

into the bargain.

It won't take
anymore strength

than the adding
of a spoonful of sugar.

You are very cool
about it, Grace.

Why would he say that
about you if it was false?

Perhaps he wanted to
shift the blame.

And I suppose he wanted me
to keep him company.

The road to death
is a lonely highway,

and longer than it appears,

even when it leads straight
down from the scaffold,

by way of a rope.

And it's a dark road,

with never any moon shining
on it to light your way.

You seem to know
a good deal about it,

for one
that's never been there.

I too was condemned
to be hanged,

I thought I would be.

When you yourself
are to go the same road,

you must take
your bearings of it.

True enough.

Nor would I blame
poor James McDermott.

Not for such a wish.

I would never blame a human
creature for feeling lonely.

Have you often felt
lonely, Grace?

Yes.

In the asylum.

And in the penitentiary

when there are punishments
for things especially.

What sort of punishments?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DOOR RATTLING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

And in the asylum,
the doctors and the orderlies

themselves often
took liberties.

These things made me feel
like I was alone in the world.

Is it true that you were
in a delicate condition

when you left the asylum?

That is what
they told me, sir.

Must have been
very difficult for you.

Could we change
the subject please, sir?

Of course.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Did you feel lonely
at the Kinnear Farm?

I remember one day
in particular.

It was my birthday.

(DOOR OPENS)

NANCY: Happy Birthday, Grace.

For your room.

Thank you, Nancy.

You may have
the afternoon free.

Thank you.

But, I wouldn't know
what to do with myself.

I'll stay at home and finish
polishing the silver.

Nonsense.

You should go for a walk
in the country around.

Here. You may borrow my hat.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Mr. Kinnear intends
to be home all afternoon.

She wants you
out of the way.

Careful.

There are many vagabonds
out on the roads.

A girl as flighty as you
needs protection.

I'll be just fine.
Thank you.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

GRACE: There is something
depressing to the spirits

about a birthday,

especially when alone.

I had no idea in my mind
of where I should go.

And it struck me at once
how very solitary I was.

I had no friends,

and if you looked at things
in the cold light of day,

I was indeed
alone in the world,

with no prospects before me

except the drudgery
I'd been doing.

And although I could find
a different situation,

still it would be
the same sort of work,

from dawn to dusk,

with always a mistress
to be ordering me about.

I reflected that the very
birds were strangers to me,

for I did not even
know their names.

And for some reason,

that seemed to me
the saddest of all.

(TWIGS BREAK)

Oh, Jamie.
You startled me.

Happy birthday.

I saw you crying.
Why are you sad, Grace?

I have no friends here.

I'm your friend.

Do you have
a sweetheart, Grace?

I do not.
I would like to be
your sweetheart.

And when I'm older and have
saved the money for it,

we will be married.

Jamie, I am a great deal
older than you.

A year and a bit.

Jamie, I don't know why,

but a girl of 15 or 16
is accounted a woman.

A boy of the same age
is still a boy.

Thank you for your offer.
I'll consider it.

Here. I'll make you
a daisy crown.

(GIGGLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

You are the May Queen.

I will have to be the
July Queen as it is July.

(CHUCKLES)

May I give you
a kiss on the cheek?

Yes. But only one.

Thank you, Jamie.

You've made my birthday
a fine occasion after all.

I should be going home.

My father will be
wondering where I am.

Good afternoon, Grace.

Who was that man you were with
in the orchard then?

What were you
doing with him?

It was only
young Jamie Walsh.

We were making daisy chains
because it is my birthday.

What's that wilted flower
doing in your hair?

It looks very silly.

So, you were rolling about in
the grass with the errand boy.

Well, he should have his
brains knocked out for that.

I'd do it for him myself
if he wasn't such a baby.

Such a fine
cradle-robber you are.

GRACE: I was doing
no such thing.

I felt as though the afternoon
had not been mine at all,

and not a kind
and private thing,

but had been spied upon
by every one of them.

Exactly as if they'd all been
lined up at the door

of my bed chamber,

and taking turns looking
through the keyhole.

And how did that
make you feel, Grace?

It made me feel
very sad.

And also angry.

Jeremiah.

(CONTINUES WHISTLING)

Well, Grace,
I told you I would come.

I'm very glad
to see you, Jeremiah!

Aren't you going to
invite me in?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Here's to your
good health, Grace.

I wanted to celebrate
the end of my life

as a peddler with you.

Are you no longer
a peddler?

Not after today.

I'm going to be a hypnotist.

(CHUCKLING)

There is a real appetite
for it now more than ever.

Thank you for coming.
Hmm.

Are you happy here?

The house is
a beautiful one.

But in a quiet
and removed situation.

It is quiet.

But Mr. Kinnear
is a liberal gentleman.

With a gentleman's tastes.

They say in the neighborhood

he has a hankering
for servant-girls.

I pray you do not end up
like Mary Whitney.

It is a sad story
what happened to Mary.

But for you, Grace,
a stitch in time saves nine.

You know that Nancy was
the servant of this household,

not so long ago,

doing the same rough and
dirty work that you do now.

I did not know that.

When a man gets a habit,

it is hard for him
to break it.

Like a dog gone bad.

Once a sheep is killed and
the dog gets a taste for it,

it must kill another.

I don't like all this
talk of killing.

Come away with me, Grace.

I do not like
the feeling here.

Come away?
What do you mean?

You would be safer with me
than you are here.

Where would we go?

We could go
to the United States.

What's it like there?

Well, in many ways,
it's the same as here.

There are rogues
and scoundrels everywhere,

they merely use
a different sort of language

to excuse themselves.

There they pay great
lip service to democracy,

just as here they rant on

about the right
order of society

and loyalty to the Queen.

And yet the poor
are poor on every shore.

But when you
cross that border,

it's like
passing through air.

The trees are the same
on either side

and we can go through
those very trees tonight

and not pay
any Customs duties.

Wouldn't we be
breaking the law?

Aren't laws made
to be broken?

These laws were not made
by me or mine,

they were made
by the powers that be

so that they could profit.

We would be
harming no one.

What would I do?
Travel with me.

You could be
a medical clairvoyant.

I could help you
into trances

and instruct you
in what to say.

I know by your very hand
you have a talent for it.

Yeah. You have
the right look for it.

And you could earn
twice as much one day

than you do scrubbing floors
here in two months.

Of course, you would
need a new name,

a French one, perhaps,
something foreign.

The people on this side
of the ocean

would have a very
hard time believing

that a girl with
a simple name like Grace

had mysterious powers.

Wouldn't that be
a deception and a cheat?

(SMACKS LIPS)
No more than at the theater.

If people wish
to believe a thing,

if they long for it
and depend on it to be true,

is it cheating to help them
to their own belief?

Or is it not rather a charity,

a human kindness?

A new name would pose
no problem for me.

I have no great attachment to
my own as it was my father's.

Shall we shake on it then?

I won't conceal
from you, sir,

that the idea
was greatly tempting.

Jeremiah was a handsome man.

And I recalled that
I was to marry a man

with a J to his name.

And I also thought
of the money I might have

and the clothes
I could buy with it,

and perhaps some
good earrings as well.

But then I had remembered

what had happened
to Mary Whitney.

Would we be married then?

(CHUCKLING)

What would be
the need of that?

Marriage never brought
anything good,

as far as I see.

If two are of a mind to keep
together, then they will,

and if not,
then one will run off

and that's the long
and short of it.

I think I had better
stay here, then.

In any case, I am
too young to be married.

Please consider it, Grace.

I am willing to help you,
and care for you.

And I tell you truly,

you are surrounded
by dangers here.

(DOOR CLOSES)

And who the devil
might you be?

What the devil is he doing
in the kitchen, Grace?

He is a peddler
and well known to me.

Mr. Kinnear will be
annoyed to find out

that you have been wasting
good beer and cheese

on a common rogue
of a peddler.

Mr. Kinnear would not
refuse an honest man

a cold drink on a hot day.

JEREMIAH: I should be leaving.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I will come back soon
for your answer.

And I hope for your sake
as well as my own

that it will be yes.

Thank you
for coming, Jeremiah.

He has a low,
foreign look about him.

I suppose he came
sniffing about you

like a bitch in the heat.

Kindly remove yourself,

so I can get on
with the supper.

GRACE: Several days later,
the doctor paid us a visit.

Doctors are like crows.

When you see two or three
of them gathered together,

you know there is a death
in the offing,

and they are discussing it.

With the crows,
they are deciding

which parts to tear open
and make off with,

and so it is with the doctors.

I do not mean you, sir.
Hmm.

As you have no
leather bag or knives.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, Grace.
And where is your mistress?

She is not at all well.
She is lying down upstairs.

But if there is anything
to be brought to you,

I can do it myself.

I shall like some coffee if
that is not too much trouble.

It's no trouble,
although it might take time.

I have to build
the fire again.

When it is ready,
bring it in to me.

Thank you, Grace.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Are you feeling all right?

Yes.

What are you doing
stirring up the fire?

Mr. Kinnear wants me
to make him some coffee

and take it into him.

But I always
take in his coffee.

Why did he ask you?

Because you yourself
were not here.

I was only trying to
spare you the work

as you said
you were feeling ill.

I'll take it in.

And, Grace, this afternoon

I would like you
to scrub this floor.

It's very dirty,

and I am tired
of living in a pigpen.

(RETCHING)

Clean it up.

(WIND HOWLING)

Don't walk on my clean floor
with your mucky boots.

Don't you have
anything better to do?

You're not paid
to stand there and gawp.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

(CHUCKLES)
There's no harm done.

What is it?
What are you doing here?

Scrubbing the floor, ma'am,
as you ordered me to.

You're talking back.
I am sick of your insolence.

All I wanted was
a second cup of coffee.

I'll make it.
Grace, you can go.

Where am I to go, ma'am,
with the floor only half done?

Anywhere out of here.

And for God's sake,
pin up your hair.

You look like
a common slut.

I will be
in the library.

Close your mouth.
You'll catch flies.

Go get yourself
cleaned up.

I need you to help me
with a new dress.

None of my old ones
fit anymore.

GRACE: All at once
it came over me

what was the matter with her.

I'd seen it before.

She was in trouble.

Stop staring at me.

GRACE: I felt my heart
going hard like a hammer.

It cannot be.

Did Mr. Kinnear know
that she was pregnant?

I could tell
he did not know.

And I wondered what he would
do when he found out.

Boot her into a ditch.

Marry her. I had no idea.

What did you hope for?

I cannot rest easy with
either of those futures.

I wished Nancy no harm,

but all the same
it would not be fair

for her to end up
a respectable married lady

with a ring on her finger.

It would not be
right at all.

Why? Why would that
not be right, Grace?

Because Mary had done
the same as her,

and had gone to her death.

Why should one be rewarded
and the other punished

for the same sin?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

GRACE: When the weather
is like that,

you can hear
your own heart beat.

It is like hiding,

and waiting for someone
to come and find you,

and you don't know
who that person will be.

(RUMBLING CONTINUES)

Why can't we have
proper cooked food?

Like the steaks and peas
they're eating in there.

New peas
do not grow on trees.

You ought to know who would
have the first choice of them.

In any case, I'm Mr. Kinnear's
servant, not yours.

Well, if you were mine,
you would not last long.

You are such
a foul-tempered witch.

The only cure for you
is the end of a belt.

Ill words butter
no parsnips.

(RAIN PATTERING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(NANCY GIGGLES)

NANCY: Stop it.

Stop it.

KINNEAR: Has the cat
got your tongue?

Why are you
so pensive tonight?

NANCY: I am worried
about the servants.

KINNEAR:
Which of the servants?

NANCY: Both of them.

Well, of course, there are
three servants in the house.

Not two.
You are a servant yourself.

Thank you. It is very kind
of you to remind me of that.

Now, I must go.
(CHUCKLING) No.

I have my duties
in the kitchen to attend to.

Then you must stay
where you are.

It is your
master's command.

(LAUGHS)

I suppose that is what
I am paid for.

Oh, shh.

Why are you worrying
about the servants?

Is the work
not getting done?

No, work is getting done,

but in McDermott's case,

only because I stand
over him with a whip.

He's insolent.
I've given him his notice.

I never liked him.

What about Grace?

Grace is quick
and tidy about her work,

but, lately, she has become
very quarrelsome.

I am thinking of giving her
her notice as well.

There is something about her
that makes me quite uneasy.

I think
she's not quite right.

Several times, I've heard her
talking out loud to herself.

KINNEAR: Hmm.

She is certainly
a handsome girl.

She has a naturally
refined air

and a pure
Grecian profile.

If I put her
in the right clothes

and told her to
hold her head high

and keep her mouth shut,

I could pass her off
as a lady any day.

I certainly hope you would
never say such things to her.

It will turn her head
and give her ideas

above her station,
it would be no favor to her.

You've never had such
agreeable opinions of me.

Well, I have opinions of you
that are absolutely filthy.

Now, you, you, you...

Here! Come back here,
you dirty girl.

You do as I say...
(GIGGLES) No...

...or I will
have to catch you

and when I do,
I will have you...

I've got you now.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

GRACE: The rain was loud
and oppressive.

And I heard a whisper
which sounded

as close as
if it were inside my ear.

VOICE: (WHISPERING)
It cannot be.

Whisper...

That whisper.

That whisper...

And then...

Then I had
a very strange dream.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I saw headless angels
in bloody robes.

They were sitting
in silent judgment

upon Mr. Kinnear's house,

and on all within it.

The sheets
I'd hung the night before

had blown into the trees.

It was very unlike me
to forget a white laundry

that I'd worked so hard at.

The nightdresses and shirts

did indeed look like
angels without heads.

It was as if our own clothing
was sitting in judgment
upon us.

And I could not
shake the feeling

that there was some
doom on the house,

and that some within
were fated to die.

If I was given
the chance right then,

I would have run off
with Jeremiah,

and better for me if I had.

But I did not know
where he had gone.

I did know that I was walking
around outside in the night

without knowing it.

And my heart sank at this.

I remember
looking up at you

after I told this story,
Dr. Jordan.

And I remember
that it did my heart good

to feel I could bring
some pleasure

into a fellow being's life.

And I thought to myself,

I wonder what you
will make of all that.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)