Alias Grace (2017): Season 1, Episode 5 - Part 5 - full transcript
MRS. HUMPHREY: You're so much more
caring than my husband ever was.
So kind of you
to make dinner again.
It would be most useful
to approach the time
of the murders with her now.
I must reiterate.
My methods take time.
You can scarcely see the nose
before your own face.
McDERMOTT: Do you not know that Nancy
and Mr. Kinnear sleep together?
SIMON: Did Mr. Kinnear know
that she was pregnant?
GRACE: I could tell
he did not know.
And I wondered what he would
do when he found out.
KINNEAR: It is up to me
what will be allowed or not.
I am the master of
the house, am I not?
Come away with me, Grace.
And I tell you truly,
you are surrounded
by dangers here.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
GRACE I said to McDermott,
I didn't think you were
going to do it that minute.
He said it was better
to get it done with,
because he came
to me and said,
"Open the trap-door
"and I'll throw her
down the cellar."
I refused to do so
being frightened,
he presently came to me
and said he had
thrown her down the cellar.
I asked him, "What for?"
He said, "Never mind,
she is not dead yet."
I gave him a piece
of white cloth,
and followed him
to the trap door.
I saw the body lying
at the foot of the stairs...
(AUDIO TRIALS OFF)
McDERMOTT: Nancy was on
the cellar floor,
barely alive.
I turned to Grace.
The expression
of her livid face
was even more dreadful than
that of the unfortunate woman.
She uttered no cry,
but she put her hand
to her head, and said...
God has damned me for this.
Well, then you have
nothing more to fear.
Give me that handkerchief
off your neck.
McDERMOTT: She gave it to me
without a word.
I tied the handkerchief round
her throat in a single tie.
(CHOKING)
Giving Grace one end to hold,
while I drew the other
tight enough
to finish my terrible work.
Her eyes literally
started from her head.
She gave one groan,
and all was over.
I then cut the body
in four pieces
and turned a large
washtub over them.
SIMON: I feel I have not
learned anything.
Other than that I have not
yet learned anything.
Yes.
She does challenge
a man's mental capacities.
And what part of her story
is she telling you now?
We are approaching the center.
The center?
We are retracing,
day by day, hour by hour,
the events which immediately
preceded the murders.
Anything she says now
could be a clue.
Any gesture, any twitch.
She knows.
She might not know she knows,
but buried deep within her,
the knowledge is there.
Then you can't
afford to lose hold
of the thread that
you've been following.
Find a new living situation.
I beg your pardon, Reverend?
If it becomes known
that you are living alone
with your landlady,
your reputation...
The Tories are merciless in the
persecution of their enemies.
And we're
all for hanging her.
I've been
somewhat preoccupied.
Doctor?
Something she...
Something I am on the verge
of remembering, and I...
There is something she said
about a whisper.
And a man in the night...
I'm trying to remember.
Get some sleep, Dr. Jordan.
Hmm.
What is it?
(WHISPERS) Dr. Jordan,
I am so sorry to disturb you,
but I heard a noise.
I didn't hear any...
This must stop.
Nothing is going on,
so nothing can stop.
Grace, would you be so kind as to serve
more tea when the presentation is over?
I suppose they want to have their tea
served to them by a celebrated murderess.
You ought to have been
strung up and cut into slabs
by the doctors like butchers
dressing a carcass.
What was left of you, they'd do in a
bundle, just like a suet pudding,
and left to molder
in a dishonored grave.
Dora, please don't talk
to our Grace that way.
I suppose she is afraid of me.
When people are afraid, they
often behave with cruelty.
You don't seem
afraid of me, Clarrie.
Afraid of you? For rising up
against your master?
Ms. Grace, where do you think
I come from?
The young doctor is teaching them
all what he knows out there.
I know more about him
than you would think.
What do you mean?
He likes his things
to be clean and tidy
and he is willing
to pay for it.
So, I did some work at his
landlady's house yesterday.
Her husband ran off on her.
And he seems to be
taking fine care of her.
What sort of woman is she?
She has a wild rolling to
the eye and a twitchy manner.
Those two things together always
mean warm work behind closed doors.
Dr. Jordan better
watch himself,
because if I ever saw
a determination
to get a man's
trousers off him,
it's there in her eyes.
That is quite coarse.
Well, I think it is coarse
and unnatural
that they take their
breakfast together now.
They do?
(SIMON TALKING IN DISTANCE)
How to measure
the effects of shock?
How to diagnose amnesia with no
discernible physical manifestations,
or certain inexplicable and
radical parts of the personality?
There are those who have dedicated
themselves to the study of hysterics
and the investigation of
dreams as a key to diagnosis,
and their relation to amnesia.
Which, I, myself, hope in time
to make a modest contribution.
I must confess, the last few
weeks have shaken my confidence
in the ability of
even the most experienced
doctor to make
the connection between
dreams and diagnosis.
VERRINGER: Thank you
so much, Dr. Jordan.
Pleasure.
Illuminating, but
somewhat contentious.
I'm not certain there is room
for the soul in your theory.
And that could be dangerous.
They'll be wanting
more tea soon.
It will be a moment.
Oh, Dr. Jordan,
I would like to introduce
you to Dr. Jerome DuPont.
It is a pleasure, Doctor.
Pleasure.
And might I say,
your lecture was, um,
very interesting.
(MAN LAUGHING)
There's a voice out there
that sounds familiar.
It's the man that
Dr. Jordan's talking to.
Has he been
to the house before?
I've never seen him before.
A strange one.
And how is your fair patient,
if I may call her that?
Are you making any progress?
Nothing definitive.
There are several possible lines
of inquiry I hope to follow up.
Well, I would be honored
if you would permit me
to use my own method.
As a sort of experiment.
A demonstration, if you like.
I am at a crucial point.
It might upset her and undo
weeks of careful preparation.
At your convenience,
of course.
I expect to stay here
for another month at least
and I would be very happy
to be of help.
We all feel,
all of us on the committee,
that it would be
to our advantage
to do whatever we can
to move things along.
I myself am a spiritualist.
We often have evening seances.
They may be useful.
No.
I need a little more time.
Too much meddling
and it will ruin everything.
But could Dr. DuPont
just attempt
one session of neuro-hypnosis
with Ms. Marks?
On behalf of the committee.
Surely you would have no...
Please.
Give me more time.
Grace.
Grace.
Grace.
Some water, please.
MAN: Can we have some water?
Grace.
Hey.
It's Dr. Jordan.
Are you all right, Grace?
Hello, Grace.
(MUTTERING WEAKLY)
GRACE: I could have
laughed with glee.
For Jeremiah had
done a conjuring trick,
as surely as if he'd pulled
a coin from my ear,
or made believe
to swallow a fork.
I'm so sorry.
I've dropped all the cakes.
No, no, no.
Try to be still, Grace.
GRACE: And just as he used to
do such tricks in full view,
with everyone looking on
but unable to detect him,
he had done the same here.
Miss Marks.
GRACE: And they were
none the wiser.
How do you do?
She is often startled by
strangers, aren't you, Grace?
Dr. DuPont is a friend.
He won't hurt you.
Jerome DuPont.
Medical practitioner.
I must look into her eyes.
It's often the best
indication as to whether
or not the procedure
will be efficacious.
Good.
Good. Very good. Grace, have you
ever been hypnotized before?
SIMON: Please.
Let her recover
from her fainting spell.
I should certainly
hope not, sir.
I do not even know rightly
what being hypnotized is.
I can assure you,
it is an entirely
scientific procedure.
Would you be
willing to try it?
If it were to help
your friends, the committee.
If it were decided
by them that you should.
I'll do everything in my power,
sir, if that's what is wanted.
Good, very good.
But if this is going to work, you
must repose your trust in me.
Do you think you can
do that, Grace?
I will try, sir.
I think she's had enough
excitement for one day.
Care must be taken
for Grace's nerves.
They are delicate and must
not be damaged, please.
Of course, of course.
We should do this another day.
Thank you.
GRACE: The next day
I was to tell you
about the day Nancy Montgomery and
Thomas Kinnear were murdered.
I sat up and I
thought to myself,
"What should I tell Dr. Jordan
about this day?"
We are almost there.
I went to the pump,
and on turning around,
I saw McDermott
dragging Nancy...
GRACE: I remember what the lawyer, Mr.
Mackenzie, said I should say,
and what I said at the trial.
He presently came
to me and said,
he had thrown her down the cellar,
and he wanted a handkerchief.
GRACE: And what I did not say
even to him,
and what I said afterwards,
which was different as well.
And what the others said.
Did she say...
Don't think I don't know
what you've been up to.
I will pay you
your wages on Saturday
and then you can be
gone out of here
and that will be the end of it
and good riddance.
(SNIFFLING)
GRACE: Was I crying?
Did he say...
Grace, why are you crying?
I wish she was dead.
GRACE: Surely,
I did not say that.
Or not out loud.
(SOBBING)
Did I push him away?
Did he say...
I will soon make you
think better of me.
I will tell you a secret
if you promise to keep it.
And if you do not, your life
will not be worth a straw.
GRACE: It might have happened.
Did he say...
I know you're hiding from me.
Come out at once
or I'll have to find you
and catch you,
and once I've got hold of you,
who knows what I will do.
You never obey me,
you never listen to me,
you never do as I say,
you dirty girl.
(GASPS)
GRACE: Did he say...
Now you will
have to be punished.
GRACE: It might have happened.
MARY: You must
unlock the door,
you must open the window,
you must let me in.
Let.
Me.
In.
Let me in. Open the window.
Let me in.
(BELL TOLLING)
GRACE: Today, I must
go on with the story.
Or the story must
go on with me.
Carrying me inside it,
along the track it must
travel, straight to the end.
Weeping like a train, and deaf and
single-eyed and locked tight shut.
Although, I hurl myself
against the walls of it
and scream and cry,
and beg God himself
to let me out.
GRACE: I said to McDermott
I didn't think
you were gonna do it...
SIMON: I turned to Grace. The
expression of her livid face
was even more dreadful than
that of the unfortunate woman.
She uttered no cry,
but she put her hand
to her head, and said...
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Good morning, Grace.
Good morning, Dr. Jordan.
Should we pick up
where we left off?
Today is the day
I must talk about...
I must tell you about
what I did or didn't do.
It is not a question of your guilt
or innocence that concerns me.
I am a doctor, not a judge.
I simply wish to know
what you yourself
can actually remember.
Nobody has cared
about that before, sir.
They told me I must be lying.
They kept wanting to know more.
Except for the lawyer,
Kenneth Mackenzie.
But I am sure that
even he did not believe me.
I will believe you.
Mr. Kinnear left for the city
on Thursday, did he not?
Yes, sir.
At 3:00 on horseback?
GRACE: In his one horse wagon.
But yes, that was
the exact time, sir.
He was to be back
on the Friday.
Here's your favorite
beau, Grace.
Come kiss him goodbye.
Meaning James McDermott?
But McDermott
wasn't going anywhere.
He meant the horse, sir.
He knew I was
very fond of Charlie.
Grace, stop dawdling!
You're not paid to socialize.
Did Mr. Kinnear make improper
advances to you, Grace?
I don't know what you mean
by improper, sir.
He never used
foul language to me.
(STAMMERING) Did he touch you?
Did he take liberties?
Only what was usual, sir.
Usual?
With a servant, sir.
He was a kind enough master, and
liberal when he wished to be.
Did he ever put his hands
under your clothing?
Were you lying down?
I've heard enough
of that kind of talk.
You're just like them at the
asylum with their filthy ideas!
I don't have to stay here.
I am so sorry.
I am terribly sorry.
You were right, I shouldn't
have asked you that. Please...
Please accept
my humblest apology.
SIMON: Please sit down.
Please.
Let us go back
to the chain of events.
Mr. Kinnear left at
3:00 on Thursday.
Then what happened?
(METAL SCREECHING)
You are both
to leave tomorrow.
I will pay you
your wages until now.
Mr. Kinnear...
He is not in
agreement with this.
He has said nothing to me.
He is in agreement.
Now, I've had
enough of your face.
Make yourself scarce
until you leave.
I'll be glad when you're gone.
I can hardly wait.
GRACE: I don't believe Mr.
Kinnear knew a thing about it.
As I've said, sir,
she was in the family way,
and it often happens
like that with a man.
They'll change from a woman in
that condition to one who is not.
It's the same
with cows and horses.
And if that happened,
she'd be out on the road,
her and her bastard.
It was plain she wanted me
out of the way and gone
before Mr. Kinnear came home.
What did you do then?
I imagine she won't
pay us our wages
and send us off
with no reference.
I have a secret.
You must promise
not to tell anyone.
I promise.
I am going to kill Nancy
with the ax,
and I'm gonna shoot Mr. Kinnear when
he comes back and take the valuables.
You'll help me if you know
what's good for you.
Otherwise,
you'll be blamed for it all.
If I hadn't been so upset,
I would have laughed at him.
But I did not.
And to tell you the truth,
we'd both had a glass or two
of Mr. Kinnear's whiskey.
Did you believe McDermott
would do as he said?
Not altogether, sir.
On the one hand, I thought
he was just bragging,
which was a thing he was
prone to when drunk.
My own father
was the same way.
But on the other hand,
he seemed in earnest
and I was afraid of him.
And I had a strong feeling
as if it was fated,
and it couldn't be avoided,
no matter what I did.
Did you not warn anyone?
Nancy herself?
And why would she have
believed me, sir?
It would have sounded too stupid
if I had said it out loud.
There was only my word for it,
which he could easily deny,
and say that I was nothing
but a silly, hysterical girl.
At the same time,
if he meant it,
he might have killed us both
right there and then,
and I did not
want to be killed.
The best I could do was to try to delay
him until Mr. Kinnear came back.
At first he said he was going
to do it that very night,
and I persuaded him not to.
How did you manage that?
I said that if Nancy was
killed on a Thursday,
that would mean a whole day of having
to account for her whereabouts
to anyone who might inquire.
Whereas, if we
left it till later,
there would be less
suspicion aroused.
I see.
Very sensible.
Please don't
make fun of me, sir.
It's very distressing to me,
and doubly so considering what
I am being asked to remember.
I'm sorry, I didn't
mean it that way.
And then what happened?
Nancy came back into the kitchen
as if nothing had happened.
It was always her way
when she was in a temper,
to pretend as if
nothing had happened
and we were all
the best of friends.
Well, look at you two, enjoying
the whiskey without me.
Let's put out supper as well.
NANCY: Grace, will you
sleep with me tonight?
I'm afraid of burglars.
Let me get my nightdress.
I am going to
kill Nancy tonight,
while she is asleep.
(WHISPERING) Do not do that.
You might hit me by mistake.
I don't want her looking
at me when I do it.
His bed is bigger and cooler
in the warm weather.
And you have a habit
of kicking in your sleep.
He won't find it out.
And even if
he did discover it,
he would like the idea of two
maid-servants in his bed at once.
Nancy, McDermott
wants to kill you.
I should imagine he does.
I wouldn't mind
killing him either.
He is in earnest.
He's never in earnest.
He's always bragging
and boasting.
It's all just air.
(WHISPERS) Then there is
nothing I can do to save you.
(WHISPERING) The window.
Fly out the window.
GRACE: Mary was lost
to me once more.
And still, I had not
let her soul out.
You dreamt that
before the event?
Yes, sir.
And many times since.
That is why they put me away.
Away?
Into the asylum, sir.
Because of the bad dreams.
Only the dreams?
Only, they said they were
not dreams at all, sir.
They said I was awake.
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
I do not wish to say
any more about it.
All right, Grace.
Just continue on.
Perhaps we will come back
to the dreams later.
Where's Nancy?
She is probably dressing now.
Are you going to
kill her this morning?
Yes. Damn her.
I'm gonna take the ax now and I'm
gonna knock her on the head.
Surely, you will not.
Surely, you can't
do such a wicked thing.
You think I am a coward?
You will see in a minute
what I can do.
For God's sake,
don't kill her in the bedroom.
You'll make
the floor all bloody.
What did you say?
It was a foolish thing to say
but that is what
came into my mind,
and as I said, sir,
it was my job to clean
floors in that house,
and there was a carpet
in Nancy's room.
I'd never tried to
get blood out of a carpet
but I've had to get it
out of other things,
and it is not a task
to be sneezed at.
(THUDS)
After that, I can remember
no more for a time.
Nothing about the cellar?
Nothing about seeing McDermott
dragging Nancy by the trapdoor,
and throwing her
down the stairs?
It's in your confession.
(CRASHING)
(BREATHING WEAKLY)
That is what
they wanted me to say.
The lawyer,
Mr. Mackenzie, he said I had
to say it to save my own life.
He said it was not a lie.
As that is what
must have happened,
whether I could
remember it or not.
SIMON: Did you give
James McDermott
the kerchief from
around your neck?
The one that was used
to strangle poor Nancy?
It was mine, I know that.
But I have no recollection
of giving it to him.
Nor of being
in the cellar?
Nor of helping him
to kill her?
Nor of wanting to steal
the gold earrings
from around her corpse,
which he says
you wished to do?
All that time is dark to me.
In any case, there were
no gold earrings taken.
I won't say I didn't think of it
later, when we were packing up.
But having a thought is not
the same as doing it.
If we were all on trial
for our thoughts,
we would all be hanged.
Well, then.
What is the next thing
you can remember?
I know you will tell.
And if you do, your life
is not worth a straw.
What have you done?
You know very well.
You are going to
help me kill him.
Good gracious, McDermott.
It is too soon.
You're gonna help me.
Hello, Grace.
Where's Nancy?
She went to town
in the stagecoach.
That is strange. I passed it on
the way and I did not see her.
Would you like
something to eat?
I'd like to show you
the new saddle
I've been polishing
for you, Mr. Kinnear.
It's in the stables.
(GUNSHOT)
Open the trap door.
I won't.
You shall.
McDERMOTT: Grace!
(GASPS)
GRACE: I must have
fainted from fear.
Because that is all
I can remember
until much later
in the evening.
Jamie Walsh testified that he
came into the yard at about 8:00,
which must have been
after you fainted.
He said that McDermott was still
holding the gun in his hand,
and claimed to have
been shooting birds.
I know it, sir.
He said you were
standing by the pump.
He said that you told him that
Mr. Kinnear was not back yet,
and that Nancy had gone
to see some friends.
I cannot account for it, sir.
SIMON: He said you were
in good spirits.
He said you were
better dressed than usual,
and were wearing
white stockings.
He implied they were Nancy's.
PROSECUTOR: James Walsh,
a witness who was acquainted
with the deceased,
claims that the last time
he saw Thomas Kinnear alive
was on the morning of Thursday,
July 27th, at about 11:00,
within two miles
of his own house,
on his way from town.
GRACE: By then he had forgot all of his
former loving sentiments towards me,
and only wished to damage me,
and have me hanged
if possible.
But there is nothing I can do
about what other people say.
Jamie's testimony
was the end of me.
The sentence is
death by hanging.
(ALL CLAMORING)
I could show you the scar.
Well, Grace.
I can see you are tired.
We will continue
with your story tomorrow.
Yes, sir.
I hope I will
have the strength.
Sooner or later, we will
get to the bottom of it.
I hope so, sir.
It would be
a relief to me, sir,
to know the
whole truth at last.
What were you expecting today
that you didn't get?
The missing memory, of course.
Those few crucial hours.
Has she refused to talk?
Told me a great deal.
But only what she's
chosen to tell.
What I want
is what she refuses to tell,
what she chooses
to perhaps not even know.
Do you mean
knowledge of guilt?
Or of innocence?
Either could be concealed.
She could be a true amnesiac.
That is our strong
feeling on the matter.
Or she could be simply guilty.
She could be insane
with the devious plausibility
of the experienced maniac.
Perhaps,
and I say this with delicacy,
perhaps we should consider Jerome
DuPont's neuro-hypnotic experiment.
No. I distrust the method.
Under your guidance,
of course.
I can see that you want her
pardoned as much as we do.
We need this report to be
favorable to Grace Marks
if we want her pardoned.
SIMON: Dark.
GRACE: We then commenced
packing up
all the valuable things
we could find.
We both went down
into the cellar.
Mr. Kinnear was lying
on his back in the cellar.
I held the candle.
McDermott took the keys and
some money from his pockets.
Nothing was said about Nancy.
Around 11:00,
we started off for Toronto.
We will go to the States
and I will marry you.
(MOANING)
Oh, no.
Oh, no, no, no.
I have to go
to Toronto for work.
Please.
Please don't.
Please, I must.
GRACE: You didn't
come today, Dr. Jordan.
So, I must go on
with the story without you.
I must prepare what I will
tell you when you return.
There is, of course,
James McDermott's version.
(COUGHING)
GRACE: He said I was
pleased to see him.
He said we drank a shot
of whiskey to steady us
and clinked our glasses
and drank to the success
of our venture.
I could not have
acted so heartlessly
with Mr. Kinnear lying
dead in the cellar.
Not to mention Nancy,
who must have been dead, too.
But McDermott
was a great liar.
What I remember is waking up
to a beautiful night.
I was in Nancy's clothes.
And I looked up at the sky, which
seemed so close I could touch it.
I thought that the sky was only
a thin surface, like paper,
and it was being singed away.
And behind it
was a cold blackness.
And it was not heaven or even
hell that I was looking at,
but only emptiness.
This was more frightening
than anything I could think of
and I prayed silently to God
to forgive my sins.
But what if there were
no God to forgive me?
And then I reflected that,
perhaps, it was
the outer darkness,
with the wailing
and the gnashing of teeth.
Where God was not.
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
What do you mean,
causing such an uproar?
Do you want us
to be discovered?
Get off. Let me up at once.
Weren't you the one that
asked me to stop the wagon?
Look, you're the one that
invited me onto your shawl
like the hot bitch
that you are.
I did no such thing.
I was sound asleep!
I will not be made
a fool of, you demon slut.
You led me on.
You enticed me.
(CRYING)
And caused me to damn my
soul into the bargain.
Forcing me to kill those two.
(SOBBING)
Crocodile tears will not
avail you this time.
I've had a bellyful.
(GRACE SCREAMING)
(SQUEALING)
You bit me, you whore!
So, you are
a good girl after all.
I'll wait until
I've married you, eh?
It's more proper.
I was just testing you.
Here.
We'll have breakfast
before the ferry leaves.
I'm starved with hunger.
It's five in the morning.
They won't be awake.
We will rouse them and we will
make them cook us breakfast.
We should wait
until people are about.
Otherwise, we will
be noticeable.
Why must you always
be arguing with me?
I've got money in my pocket which
is as good as the next man's.
If I want a breakfast
and I can pay for it,
then I will have it.
GRACE: It is remarkable,
I have since thought,
how once a man has a few coins,
no matter how he came by them,
he thinks right away he is entitled
to them, and to whatever they can buy,
and fancies himself
cock of the walk.
My egg is not cooked enough!
Take it back to the kitchen
and make me another.
GRACE: Are those
Mr. Kinnear's boots?
Did you take them
off the body?
Yes.
How could you do such a thing?
(WHISPERING) What do you mean?
You are wearing
Nancy's dress yourself.
It is not the same thing.
I must have left
my white kerchief behind.
The one with the blue flowers?
Yes.
I don't know where I left it.
I need it for the ferry
to keep the sun off my neck.
It is keeping the sun
off Nancy's neck.
You ought to remember,
seeing as how you yourself
pulled it tight
and tied the knot.
GRACE: I did not wish
to contradict him,
as it is dangerous
to contradict mad people.
I forgot.
I am going to
change my clothes.
Because If people come asking for
us, it might throw them off.
I've done all of this for you.
Because you asked me.
Because you said
that you would be mine.
We must hang together
or we will hang separately.
GRACE: I thought
I should tell someone.
But there is something
despicable about betrayal.
I'd felt McDermott's heart
beating next to mine,
and however undesired,
still, it was a human heart.
I did not wish to have any
part in stilling it forever,
unless I should
be forced to it.
The Bible says "Vengeance
is mine, sayeth the Lord."
I did not feel it was my place
to take such a serious thing
as vengeance
into my own hands.
And so I stayed where I was
until he came back.
Pardon me, miss.
What is your name?
Mary Whitney.
Stop it.
We must not arouse suspicion.
We are in
a foreign country now.
We are safe.
That never stopped the slavers from seizing
runaway slaves they said were theirs.
GRACE: We arrived at Lewiston
about 3 o'clock.
We'll be married
soon enough anyway.
We will not.
I'd sooner marry
the devil himself than you.
I'll have my promise
off you anyway.
I will scream.
Which will be a different thing
in a tavern full of people
than in a house
with only two corpses.
For God's sake,
shut your mouth, you slut.
You stupid whore.
You should think of
some new words to use
because I am
heartily tired of those.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
MAN: Open up!
(SCREAMS)
GRACE: I told myself they would let
me be free if I told the whole story.
Or as much of it
as I could remember.
(THEME SONG PLAYING)
caring than my husband ever was.
So kind of you
to make dinner again.
It would be most useful
to approach the time
of the murders with her now.
I must reiterate.
My methods take time.
You can scarcely see the nose
before your own face.
McDERMOTT: Do you not know that Nancy
and Mr. Kinnear sleep together?
SIMON: Did Mr. Kinnear know
that she was pregnant?
GRACE: I could tell
he did not know.
And I wondered what he would
do when he found out.
KINNEAR: It is up to me
what will be allowed or not.
I am the master of
the house, am I not?
Come away with me, Grace.
And I tell you truly,
you are surrounded
by dangers here.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
GRACE I said to McDermott,
I didn't think you were
going to do it that minute.
He said it was better
to get it done with,
because he came
to me and said,
"Open the trap-door
"and I'll throw her
down the cellar."
I refused to do so
being frightened,
he presently came to me
and said he had
thrown her down the cellar.
I asked him, "What for?"
He said, "Never mind,
she is not dead yet."
I gave him a piece
of white cloth,
and followed him
to the trap door.
I saw the body lying
at the foot of the stairs...
(AUDIO TRIALS OFF)
McDERMOTT: Nancy was on
the cellar floor,
barely alive.
I turned to Grace.
The expression
of her livid face
was even more dreadful than
that of the unfortunate woman.
She uttered no cry,
but she put her hand
to her head, and said...
God has damned me for this.
Well, then you have
nothing more to fear.
Give me that handkerchief
off your neck.
McDERMOTT: She gave it to me
without a word.
I tied the handkerchief round
her throat in a single tie.
(CHOKING)
Giving Grace one end to hold,
while I drew the other
tight enough
to finish my terrible work.
Her eyes literally
started from her head.
She gave one groan,
and all was over.
I then cut the body
in four pieces
and turned a large
washtub over them.
SIMON: I feel I have not
learned anything.
Other than that I have not
yet learned anything.
Yes.
She does challenge
a man's mental capacities.
And what part of her story
is she telling you now?
We are approaching the center.
The center?
We are retracing,
day by day, hour by hour,
the events which immediately
preceded the murders.
Anything she says now
could be a clue.
Any gesture, any twitch.
She knows.
She might not know she knows,
but buried deep within her,
the knowledge is there.
Then you can't
afford to lose hold
of the thread that
you've been following.
Find a new living situation.
I beg your pardon, Reverend?
If it becomes known
that you are living alone
with your landlady,
your reputation...
The Tories are merciless in the
persecution of their enemies.
And we're
all for hanging her.
I've been
somewhat preoccupied.
Doctor?
Something she...
Something I am on the verge
of remembering, and I...
There is something she said
about a whisper.
And a man in the night...
I'm trying to remember.
Get some sleep, Dr. Jordan.
Hmm.
What is it?
(WHISPERS) Dr. Jordan,
I am so sorry to disturb you,
but I heard a noise.
I didn't hear any...
This must stop.
Nothing is going on,
so nothing can stop.
Grace, would you be so kind as to serve
more tea when the presentation is over?
I suppose they want to have their tea
served to them by a celebrated murderess.
You ought to have been
strung up and cut into slabs
by the doctors like butchers
dressing a carcass.
What was left of you, they'd do in a
bundle, just like a suet pudding,
and left to molder
in a dishonored grave.
Dora, please don't talk
to our Grace that way.
I suppose she is afraid of me.
When people are afraid, they
often behave with cruelty.
You don't seem
afraid of me, Clarrie.
Afraid of you? For rising up
against your master?
Ms. Grace, where do you think
I come from?
The young doctor is teaching them
all what he knows out there.
I know more about him
than you would think.
What do you mean?
He likes his things
to be clean and tidy
and he is willing
to pay for it.
So, I did some work at his
landlady's house yesterday.
Her husband ran off on her.
And he seems to be
taking fine care of her.
What sort of woman is she?
She has a wild rolling to
the eye and a twitchy manner.
Those two things together always
mean warm work behind closed doors.
Dr. Jordan better
watch himself,
because if I ever saw
a determination
to get a man's
trousers off him,
it's there in her eyes.
That is quite coarse.
Well, I think it is coarse
and unnatural
that they take their
breakfast together now.
They do?
(SIMON TALKING IN DISTANCE)
How to measure
the effects of shock?
How to diagnose amnesia with no
discernible physical manifestations,
or certain inexplicable and
radical parts of the personality?
There are those who have dedicated
themselves to the study of hysterics
and the investigation of
dreams as a key to diagnosis,
and their relation to amnesia.
Which, I, myself, hope in time
to make a modest contribution.
I must confess, the last few
weeks have shaken my confidence
in the ability of
even the most experienced
doctor to make
the connection between
dreams and diagnosis.
VERRINGER: Thank you
so much, Dr. Jordan.
Pleasure.
Illuminating, but
somewhat contentious.
I'm not certain there is room
for the soul in your theory.
And that could be dangerous.
They'll be wanting
more tea soon.
It will be a moment.
Oh, Dr. Jordan,
I would like to introduce
you to Dr. Jerome DuPont.
It is a pleasure, Doctor.
Pleasure.
And might I say,
your lecture was, um,
very interesting.
(MAN LAUGHING)
There's a voice out there
that sounds familiar.
It's the man that
Dr. Jordan's talking to.
Has he been
to the house before?
I've never seen him before.
A strange one.
And how is your fair patient,
if I may call her that?
Are you making any progress?
Nothing definitive.
There are several possible lines
of inquiry I hope to follow up.
Well, I would be honored
if you would permit me
to use my own method.
As a sort of experiment.
A demonstration, if you like.
I am at a crucial point.
It might upset her and undo
weeks of careful preparation.
At your convenience,
of course.
I expect to stay here
for another month at least
and I would be very happy
to be of help.
We all feel,
all of us on the committee,
that it would be
to our advantage
to do whatever we can
to move things along.
I myself am a spiritualist.
We often have evening seances.
They may be useful.
No.
I need a little more time.
Too much meddling
and it will ruin everything.
But could Dr. DuPont
just attempt
one session of neuro-hypnosis
with Ms. Marks?
On behalf of the committee.
Surely you would have no...
Please.
Give me more time.
Grace.
Grace.
Grace.
Some water, please.
MAN: Can we have some water?
Grace.
Hey.
It's Dr. Jordan.
Are you all right, Grace?
Hello, Grace.
(MUTTERING WEAKLY)
GRACE: I could have
laughed with glee.
For Jeremiah had
done a conjuring trick,
as surely as if he'd pulled
a coin from my ear,
or made believe
to swallow a fork.
I'm so sorry.
I've dropped all the cakes.
No, no, no.
Try to be still, Grace.
GRACE: And just as he used to
do such tricks in full view,
with everyone looking on
but unable to detect him,
he had done the same here.
Miss Marks.
GRACE: And they were
none the wiser.
How do you do?
She is often startled by
strangers, aren't you, Grace?
Dr. DuPont is a friend.
He won't hurt you.
Jerome DuPont.
Medical practitioner.
I must look into her eyes.
It's often the best
indication as to whether
or not the procedure
will be efficacious.
Good.
Good. Very good. Grace, have you
ever been hypnotized before?
SIMON: Please.
Let her recover
from her fainting spell.
I should certainly
hope not, sir.
I do not even know rightly
what being hypnotized is.
I can assure you,
it is an entirely
scientific procedure.
Would you be
willing to try it?
If it were to help
your friends, the committee.
If it were decided
by them that you should.
I'll do everything in my power,
sir, if that's what is wanted.
Good, very good.
But if this is going to work, you
must repose your trust in me.
Do you think you can
do that, Grace?
I will try, sir.
I think she's had enough
excitement for one day.
Care must be taken
for Grace's nerves.
They are delicate and must
not be damaged, please.
Of course, of course.
We should do this another day.
Thank you.
GRACE: The next day
I was to tell you
about the day Nancy Montgomery and
Thomas Kinnear were murdered.
I sat up and I
thought to myself,
"What should I tell Dr. Jordan
about this day?"
We are almost there.
I went to the pump,
and on turning around,
I saw McDermott
dragging Nancy...
GRACE: I remember what the lawyer, Mr.
Mackenzie, said I should say,
and what I said at the trial.
He presently came
to me and said,
he had thrown her down the cellar,
and he wanted a handkerchief.
GRACE: And what I did not say
even to him,
and what I said afterwards,
which was different as well.
And what the others said.
Did she say...
Don't think I don't know
what you've been up to.
I will pay you
your wages on Saturday
and then you can be
gone out of here
and that will be the end of it
and good riddance.
(SNIFFLING)
GRACE: Was I crying?
Did he say...
Grace, why are you crying?
I wish she was dead.
GRACE: Surely,
I did not say that.
Or not out loud.
(SOBBING)
Did I push him away?
Did he say...
I will soon make you
think better of me.
I will tell you a secret
if you promise to keep it.
And if you do not, your life
will not be worth a straw.
GRACE: It might have happened.
Did he say...
I know you're hiding from me.
Come out at once
or I'll have to find you
and catch you,
and once I've got hold of you,
who knows what I will do.
You never obey me,
you never listen to me,
you never do as I say,
you dirty girl.
(GASPS)
GRACE: Did he say...
Now you will
have to be punished.
GRACE: It might have happened.
MARY: You must
unlock the door,
you must open the window,
you must let me in.
Let.
Me.
In.
Let me in. Open the window.
Let me in.
(BELL TOLLING)
GRACE: Today, I must
go on with the story.
Or the story must
go on with me.
Carrying me inside it,
along the track it must
travel, straight to the end.
Weeping like a train, and deaf and
single-eyed and locked tight shut.
Although, I hurl myself
against the walls of it
and scream and cry,
and beg God himself
to let me out.
GRACE: I said to McDermott
I didn't think
you were gonna do it...
SIMON: I turned to Grace. The
expression of her livid face
was even more dreadful than
that of the unfortunate woman.
She uttered no cry,
but she put her hand
to her head, and said...
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Good morning, Grace.
Good morning, Dr. Jordan.
Should we pick up
where we left off?
Today is the day
I must talk about...
I must tell you about
what I did or didn't do.
It is not a question of your guilt
or innocence that concerns me.
I am a doctor, not a judge.
I simply wish to know
what you yourself
can actually remember.
Nobody has cared
about that before, sir.
They told me I must be lying.
They kept wanting to know more.
Except for the lawyer,
Kenneth Mackenzie.
But I am sure that
even he did not believe me.
I will believe you.
Mr. Kinnear left for the city
on Thursday, did he not?
Yes, sir.
At 3:00 on horseback?
GRACE: In his one horse wagon.
But yes, that was
the exact time, sir.
He was to be back
on the Friday.
Here's your favorite
beau, Grace.
Come kiss him goodbye.
Meaning James McDermott?
But McDermott
wasn't going anywhere.
He meant the horse, sir.
He knew I was
very fond of Charlie.
Grace, stop dawdling!
You're not paid to socialize.
Did Mr. Kinnear make improper
advances to you, Grace?
I don't know what you mean
by improper, sir.
He never used
foul language to me.
(STAMMERING) Did he touch you?
Did he take liberties?
Only what was usual, sir.
Usual?
With a servant, sir.
He was a kind enough master, and
liberal when he wished to be.
Did he ever put his hands
under your clothing?
Were you lying down?
I've heard enough
of that kind of talk.
You're just like them at the
asylum with their filthy ideas!
I don't have to stay here.
I am so sorry.
I am terribly sorry.
You were right, I shouldn't
have asked you that. Please...
Please accept
my humblest apology.
SIMON: Please sit down.
Please.
Let us go back
to the chain of events.
Mr. Kinnear left at
3:00 on Thursday.
Then what happened?
(METAL SCREECHING)
You are both
to leave tomorrow.
I will pay you
your wages until now.
Mr. Kinnear...
He is not in
agreement with this.
He has said nothing to me.
He is in agreement.
Now, I've had
enough of your face.
Make yourself scarce
until you leave.
I'll be glad when you're gone.
I can hardly wait.
GRACE: I don't believe Mr.
Kinnear knew a thing about it.
As I've said, sir,
she was in the family way,
and it often happens
like that with a man.
They'll change from a woman in
that condition to one who is not.
It's the same
with cows and horses.
And if that happened,
she'd be out on the road,
her and her bastard.
It was plain she wanted me
out of the way and gone
before Mr. Kinnear came home.
What did you do then?
I imagine she won't
pay us our wages
and send us off
with no reference.
I have a secret.
You must promise
not to tell anyone.
I promise.
I am going to kill Nancy
with the ax,
and I'm gonna shoot Mr. Kinnear when
he comes back and take the valuables.
You'll help me if you know
what's good for you.
Otherwise,
you'll be blamed for it all.
If I hadn't been so upset,
I would have laughed at him.
But I did not.
And to tell you the truth,
we'd both had a glass or two
of Mr. Kinnear's whiskey.
Did you believe McDermott
would do as he said?
Not altogether, sir.
On the one hand, I thought
he was just bragging,
which was a thing he was
prone to when drunk.
My own father
was the same way.
But on the other hand,
he seemed in earnest
and I was afraid of him.
And I had a strong feeling
as if it was fated,
and it couldn't be avoided,
no matter what I did.
Did you not warn anyone?
Nancy herself?
And why would she have
believed me, sir?
It would have sounded too stupid
if I had said it out loud.
There was only my word for it,
which he could easily deny,
and say that I was nothing
but a silly, hysterical girl.
At the same time,
if he meant it,
he might have killed us both
right there and then,
and I did not
want to be killed.
The best I could do was to try to delay
him until Mr. Kinnear came back.
At first he said he was going
to do it that very night,
and I persuaded him not to.
How did you manage that?
I said that if Nancy was
killed on a Thursday,
that would mean a whole day of having
to account for her whereabouts
to anyone who might inquire.
Whereas, if we
left it till later,
there would be less
suspicion aroused.
I see.
Very sensible.
Please don't
make fun of me, sir.
It's very distressing to me,
and doubly so considering what
I am being asked to remember.
I'm sorry, I didn't
mean it that way.
And then what happened?
Nancy came back into the kitchen
as if nothing had happened.
It was always her way
when she was in a temper,
to pretend as if
nothing had happened
and we were all
the best of friends.
Well, look at you two, enjoying
the whiskey without me.
Let's put out supper as well.
NANCY: Grace, will you
sleep with me tonight?
I'm afraid of burglars.
Let me get my nightdress.
I am going to
kill Nancy tonight,
while she is asleep.
(WHISPERING) Do not do that.
You might hit me by mistake.
I don't want her looking
at me when I do it.
His bed is bigger and cooler
in the warm weather.
And you have a habit
of kicking in your sleep.
He won't find it out.
And even if
he did discover it,
he would like the idea of two
maid-servants in his bed at once.
Nancy, McDermott
wants to kill you.
I should imagine he does.
I wouldn't mind
killing him either.
He is in earnest.
He's never in earnest.
He's always bragging
and boasting.
It's all just air.
(WHISPERS) Then there is
nothing I can do to save you.
(WHISPERING) The window.
Fly out the window.
GRACE: Mary was lost
to me once more.
And still, I had not
let her soul out.
You dreamt that
before the event?
Yes, sir.
And many times since.
That is why they put me away.
Away?
Into the asylum, sir.
Because of the bad dreams.
Only the dreams?
Only, they said they were
not dreams at all, sir.
They said I was awake.
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
I do not wish to say
any more about it.
All right, Grace.
Just continue on.
Perhaps we will come back
to the dreams later.
Where's Nancy?
She is probably dressing now.
Are you going to
kill her this morning?
Yes. Damn her.
I'm gonna take the ax now and I'm
gonna knock her on the head.
Surely, you will not.
Surely, you can't
do such a wicked thing.
You think I am a coward?
You will see in a minute
what I can do.
For God's sake,
don't kill her in the bedroom.
You'll make
the floor all bloody.
What did you say?
It was a foolish thing to say
but that is what
came into my mind,
and as I said, sir,
it was my job to clean
floors in that house,
and there was a carpet
in Nancy's room.
I'd never tried to
get blood out of a carpet
but I've had to get it
out of other things,
and it is not a task
to be sneezed at.
(THUDS)
After that, I can remember
no more for a time.
Nothing about the cellar?
Nothing about seeing McDermott
dragging Nancy by the trapdoor,
and throwing her
down the stairs?
It's in your confession.
(CRASHING)
(BREATHING WEAKLY)
That is what
they wanted me to say.
The lawyer,
Mr. Mackenzie, he said I had
to say it to save my own life.
He said it was not a lie.
As that is what
must have happened,
whether I could
remember it or not.
SIMON: Did you give
James McDermott
the kerchief from
around your neck?
The one that was used
to strangle poor Nancy?
It was mine, I know that.
But I have no recollection
of giving it to him.
Nor of being
in the cellar?
Nor of helping him
to kill her?
Nor of wanting to steal
the gold earrings
from around her corpse,
which he says
you wished to do?
All that time is dark to me.
In any case, there were
no gold earrings taken.
I won't say I didn't think of it
later, when we were packing up.
But having a thought is not
the same as doing it.
If we were all on trial
for our thoughts,
we would all be hanged.
Well, then.
What is the next thing
you can remember?
I know you will tell.
And if you do, your life
is not worth a straw.
What have you done?
You know very well.
You are going to
help me kill him.
Good gracious, McDermott.
It is too soon.
You're gonna help me.
Hello, Grace.
Where's Nancy?
She went to town
in the stagecoach.
That is strange. I passed it on
the way and I did not see her.
Would you like
something to eat?
I'd like to show you
the new saddle
I've been polishing
for you, Mr. Kinnear.
It's in the stables.
(GUNSHOT)
Open the trap door.
I won't.
You shall.
McDERMOTT: Grace!
(GASPS)
GRACE: I must have
fainted from fear.
Because that is all
I can remember
until much later
in the evening.
Jamie Walsh testified that he
came into the yard at about 8:00,
which must have been
after you fainted.
He said that McDermott was still
holding the gun in his hand,
and claimed to have
been shooting birds.
I know it, sir.
He said you were
standing by the pump.
He said that you told him that
Mr. Kinnear was not back yet,
and that Nancy had gone
to see some friends.
I cannot account for it, sir.
SIMON: He said you were
in good spirits.
He said you were
better dressed than usual,
and were wearing
white stockings.
He implied they were Nancy's.
PROSECUTOR: James Walsh,
a witness who was acquainted
with the deceased,
claims that the last time
he saw Thomas Kinnear alive
was on the morning of Thursday,
July 27th, at about 11:00,
within two miles
of his own house,
on his way from town.
GRACE: By then he had forgot all of his
former loving sentiments towards me,
and only wished to damage me,
and have me hanged
if possible.
But there is nothing I can do
about what other people say.
Jamie's testimony
was the end of me.
The sentence is
death by hanging.
(ALL CLAMORING)
I could show you the scar.
Well, Grace.
I can see you are tired.
We will continue
with your story tomorrow.
Yes, sir.
I hope I will
have the strength.
Sooner or later, we will
get to the bottom of it.
I hope so, sir.
It would be
a relief to me, sir,
to know the
whole truth at last.
What were you expecting today
that you didn't get?
The missing memory, of course.
Those few crucial hours.
Has she refused to talk?
Told me a great deal.
But only what she's
chosen to tell.
What I want
is what she refuses to tell,
what she chooses
to perhaps not even know.
Do you mean
knowledge of guilt?
Or of innocence?
Either could be concealed.
She could be a true amnesiac.
That is our strong
feeling on the matter.
Or she could be simply guilty.
She could be insane
with the devious plausibility
of the experienced maniac.
Perhaps,
and I say this with delicacy,
perhaps we should consider Jerome
DuPont's neuro-hypnotic experiment.
No. I distrust the method.
Under your guidance,
of course.
I can see that you want her
pardoned as much as we do.
We need this report to be
favorable to Grace Marks
if we want her pardoned.
SIMON: Dark.
GRACE: We then commenced
packing up
all the valuable things
we could find.
We both went down
into the cellar.
Mr. Kinnear was lying
on his back in the cellar.
I held the candle.
McDermott took the keys and
some money from his pockets.
Nothing was said about Nancy.
Around 11:00,
we started off for Toronto.
We will go to the States
and I will marry you.
(MOANING)
Oh, no.
Oh, no, no, no.
I have to go
to Toronto for work.
Please.
Please don't.
Please, I must.
GRACE: You didn't
come today, Dr. Jordan.
So, I must go on
with the story without you.
I must prepare what I will
tell you when you return.
There is, of course,
James McDermott's version.
(COUGHING)
GRACE: He said I was
pleased to see him.
He said we drank a shot
of whiskey to steady us
and clinked our glasses
and drank to the success
of our venture.
I could not have
acted so heartlessly
with Mr. Kinnear lying
dead in the cellar.
Not to mention Nancy,
who must have been dead, too.
But McDermott
was a great liar.
What I remember is waking up
to a beautiful night.
I was in Nancy's clothes.
And I looked up at the sky, which
seemed so close I could touch it.
I thought that the sky was only
a thin surface, like paper,
and it was being singed away.
And behind it
was a cold blackness.
And it was not heaven or even
hell that I was looking at,
but only emptiness.
This was more frightening
than anything I could think of
and I prayed silently to God
to forgive my sins.
But what if there were
no God to forgive me?
And then I reflected that,
perhaps, it was
the outer darkness,
with the wailing
and the gnashing of teeth.
Where God was not.
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
What do you mean,
causing such an uproar?
Do you want us
to be discovered?
Get off. Let me up at once.
Weren't you the one that
asked me to stop the wagon?
Look, you're the one that
invited me onto your shawl
like the hot bitch
that you are.
I did no such thing.
I was sound asleep!
I will not be made
a fool of, you demon slut.
You led me on.
You enticed me.
(CRYING)
And caused me to damn my
soul into the bargain.
Forcing me to kill those two.
(SOBBING)
Crocodile tears will not
avail you this time.
I've had a bellyful.
(GRACE SCREAMING)
(SQUEALING)
You bit me, you whore!
So, you are
a good girl after all.
I'll wait until
I've married you, eh?
It's more proper.
I was just testing you.
Here.
We'll have breakfast
before the ferry leaves.
I'm starved with hunger.
It's five in the morning.
They won't be awake.
We will rouse them and we will
make them cook us breakfast.
We should wait
until people are about.
Otherwise, we will
be noticeable.
Why must you always
be arguing with me?
I've got money in my pocket which
is as good as the next man's.
If I want a breakfast
and I can pay for it,
then I will have it.
GRACE: It is remarkable,
I have since thought,
how once a man has a few coins,
no matter how he came by them,
he thinks right away he is entitled
to them, and to whatever they can buy,
and fancies himself
cock of the walk.
My egg is not cooked enough!
Take it back to the kitchen
and make me another.
GRACE: Are those
Mr. Kinnear's boots?
Did you take them
off the body?
Yes.
How could you do such a thing?
(WHISPERING) What do you mean?
You are wearing
Nancy's dress yourself.
It is not the same thing.
I must have left
my white kerchief behind.
The one with the blue flowers?
Yes.
I don't know where I left it.
I need it for the ferry
to keep the sun off my neck.
It is keeping the sun
off Nancy's neck.
You ought to remember,
seeing as how you yourself
pulled it tight
and tied the knot.
GRACE: I did not wish
to contradict him,
as it is dangerous
to contradict mad people.
I forgot.
I am going to
change my clothes.
Because If people come asking for
us, it might throw them off.
I've done all of this for you.
Because you asked me.
Because you said
that you would be mine.
We must hang together
or we will hang separately.
GRACE: I thought
I should tell someone.
But there is something
despicable about betrayal.
I'd felt McDermott's heart
beating next to mine,
and however undesired,
still, it was a human heart.
I did not wish to have any
part in stilling it forever,
unless I should
be forced to it.
The Bible says "Vengeance
is mine, sayeth the Lord."
I did not feel it was my place
to take such a serious thing
as vengeance
into my own hands.
And so I stayed where I was
until he came back.
Pardon me, miss.
What is your name?
Mary Whitney.
Stop it.
We must not arouse suspicion.
We are in
a foreign country now.
We are safe.
That never stopped the slavers from seizing
runaway slaves they said were theirs.
GRACE: We arrived at Lewiston
about 3 o'clock.
We'll be married
soon enough anyway.
We will not.
I'd sooner marry
the devil himself than you.
I'll have my promise
off you anyway.
I will scream.
Which will be a different thing
in a tavern full of people
than in a house
with only two corpses.
For God's sake,
shut your mouth, you slut.
You stupid whore.
You should think of
some new words to use
because I am
heartily tired of those.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
MAN: Open up!
(SCREAMS)
GRACE: I told myself they would let
me be free if I told the whole story.
Or as much of it
as I could remember.
(THEME SONG PLAYING)