Studio One (1948–1958): Season 6, Episode 22 - Dark Possession - full transcript

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What is it, Miss Charlotte?

It's... It's not another one?

Let me have it and
I'll throw it in the fire.

There's no need to upset
ourselves with that filth.



It couldn't be much
worse than the others.

"Dear Charlotte,

we have a little secret,
don't we, you and I?

We both know

what the good, kind Charlotte
is really like underneath.

We're not fools, are we?"

Please, Miss Charlotte,
don't read that!

I'm a hypocrite.

Wanton, dishonest.

What is it?

What on earth's the matter?

Good morning, Charlotte.

Now, come to
breakfast because...

What's wrong, Mrs. Wicks?



It's another of those
letters, Miss Emily.

That's the seventh this year.

I've kept count.

Seven horrible
letters out of nowhere.

But everybody in Concord
loves Miss Charlotte.

Who would possibly want
to persecute her like this?

I don't suppose
there's any signature.

No. It just breaks
off like the rest.

Let me see it.

It doesn't seem any
different from the rest.

"Dishonest." "Hypocrite."

Oh, Lord knows all
this could apply to...

What is it, Mrs. Emily?

You didn't read it all, did you?

No.

I was going to
throw it in the fire.

Listen.

"Only you and I know, Charlotte,
what really happened to John.

But soon others
are going to find out.

Soon even the police will know.

The police will know
you killed your husband."

What a terrible thing to say!

I remember when
that picture was taken.

It was the spring before
he married Charlotte.

We must do something
about that letter!

We used to take long
walks that spring, John and I,

down by the pond.

Do you remember how he smiled?

I can't say that I do.

Four years isn't such a long
time, but I forget these days.

Four years. Four minutes.

It's all the same since she
married him and he died.

Now, Miss Emily!

I read him all of Sir
Thomas Moore that spring

while he sat on the
grass and dreamed.

Oh, what a time it was.

Until Charlotte came.

Miss Charlotte and Mr. Wheeler
were friends a long time

- before they were married.
- Not really.

Not the way we
were those months.

Be that as it may, Miss Emily,

Charlotte and he
were a happy couple.

Now he's dead,

and now these letters
have started coming.

And whoever's writing them
knows altogether too much about us.

How can you say such a thing?

You know what I
mean, Mrs. Wicks.

Emily!

Good morning, Emily.

We missed you at breakfast.

I had one of my headaches.

Oh, Father. Good morning.

Oh, poor Emily.

You've been having
such a lot of headaches.

You must let Roger
give you something.

Why must Charlotte keep
this house like a tomb?

We don't all have
to stay in mourning.

Why, I think the
room's quite cheery.

It's the winter makes it dark.

Ought to eat a big breakfast.

I had a cup of tea.

Tea?

You need food
on a day like this.

It's freezing in here.

I think it's color
the room needs.

New curtains might...

Oh, I know what
would be wonderful.

A stained-glass window,

like the one the Wainwrights
have in their parlor.

It's lovely in the morning,
all... all lilac and yellow.

When you're married,

you can have all the
stained glass you like.

Oh, my goodness.
Look at the time.

Father, excuse me.

Father?

Is Dr. Waring going
to take you downtown?

He's coming by in his new
carriage with the new horses,

the ones he got all
the way from Virginia.

Such a long way
to go for horses.

- Do I really look all right?
- You never looked better, child.

Child? I'm 24 next month.

I'm an old maid.

You're a child, and that's that.

And as for being an old maid,

there's no such thing
until a woman's dead.

That's very
heartening, Mrs. Wicks.

Emily?

Father does like
Roger, doesn't he?

I can never get him
to say either yes or no.

Of course he likes him.

You don't think he enjoys

having three grown girls
living with him, do you?

Why, the governor would
be lost without his girls,

and you know it, Emily.

He thinks Dr. Waring
is a fine young man,

just like the rest of us do.

Get the fire screen, somebody.

I'm half frozen.

Oh, it's so wonderful,
Roger and me.

I hope he hasn't
proposed already.

No, he hasn't.

It wouldn't be proper just yet.

But he should soon.

- Next month, say.
- You have it all figured out.

Well, some things are
fitting and some aren't.

A girl must get to know
a young man very well

before she even allows him
to mention an engagement.

Even when he's a
doctor from Harvard

with a good practice
right here in Concord?

Well, all that's in his
favor, but even so...

Will he want one of us?

Now, how can you
say such a thing?

Ann, there's been
another letter.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

And whoever wrote it has
accused Charlotte of killing John.

I don't believe it.

There was no need of that.

You didn't have
to tell the child.

And keep your voice down.

Ann will know sooner or later.

Don't you understand
what may happen?

What may happen?

Poor Miss Charlotte
will lose her mind.

That's what will happen

if we don't put a
stop to these letters.

That's not what I meant.

All along, I've wanted to take

those filthy things
to the police.

But "No," Miss Charlotte
said. "No use doing that.

No use airing family linen..."

We couldn't take them to the
police even if we wanted to.

What do you mean?

I mean that Charlotte has
been accused of murder.

We don't dare
tell the police that.

Well, I can't see why not.

She didn't kill him, so...
So why should we be afraid?

Miss Emily does have a point.

I mean, the police may
not understand things.

I can't see what either
of you is talking about.

I've a good mind to go
and tell Father everything.

You mustn't bother the governor.

He's too old for trouble now.

And couldn't do
anything about it, anyway.

I wish we'd told him when
that first letter came last spring.

Well, we didn't.

And it's too late now.

Was... Was Charlotte
very much upset?

Like lightning had struck her.

The poor lamb.

Then we'll have
to go to the police.

We'll have to find some
way of stopping these letters.

We don't dare.

That must be your young doctor.

I'll let him in.

Get me out of here.

I'll be much pleasanter

in the sun-room, anyway.

Miss Ann should've
taken you there directly.

It is rather warm here.

I'll manage. I'll manage.

House full of strangers.

Now, don't you go
and brood about this.

Just keep your mind
on your own business.

And don't let him
propose to you right away.

Just sneak around and
find out his intentions.

Talk about horses.

That does wonders.

But don't mention babies.

Except casually, just
to say that you like them.

Oh! Good morning, Dr. Waring.

- What a nice surprise.
- Good morning.

- Ann?
- Oh, Roger.

I'm almost ready.

We're expecting you for
dinner tonight, aren't we, Doctor?

Uh, yes, I believe so.

Well, the governor is
coming in for dinner, too.

He's feeling better these days,

though he does
complain of the cold.

Well?

They're outside. The new horses.

They must be freezing.

They're... They're not
used to our winters.

Oh, no.

No, they seem all right.

I'm glad.

What's wrong?

You did say you wanted
me to come this morning.

Of course. I'm...
I'm almost ready.

It's...

It's just that...

What is it?

Roger, I have to tell you.

You've got to help us.

Well, surely, but what is it?

Someone has...

has been writing Charlotte
the most awful letters.

We don't know who it is.

This one came today.

That's strange handwriting.

Looks backwards.

Each letter is worse
than the one before.

They say terrible
things about all of us.

But mostly they
attack poor Charlotte.

It's gotten so she can't sleep.

We're all worried about her.
Usually, she's so calm, but...

Now she... she's
beginning to show the strain.

Sometimes when you speak to
her, she doesn't even hear you.

Oh.

That is quite a letter.

It's the work of
a maniac, isn't it?

I would certainly think so.

Tell me about this last part.

Well, that's the worst of all.

Look.

But I don't see anything.

Just the address and the stamp.

- But what else should be there?
- What else?

Oh. Why, there's no postmark.

This letter was never mailed.

Oh, but I'm sure it came in the
mail, the way the other six did.

They were all
mailed from Concord.

I remember we tried to
have one of them traced,

but it was impossible.

If this letter was with the
other letters this morning...

You think someone
brought it here?

By hand?

Run the risk of
being caught? No.

Ann, I think this letter was
written by someone in the house.

But who? Why?

Ann, perhaps it's better
not to find out who or why.

You... You think one
of us is responsible?

Someone here in the family?

Or in the house.

Well, then all the more
reason to find out who it is,

no matter what happens.

If we don't, it'll only get
worse and Charlotte will break.

How many servants do you have?

- Three.
- Not counting Mrs. Wicks?

Not counting her.

Get samples of
their handwriting...

Of everyone's in the house.

Compare them to this.

All right.

I'll try to do it today.

Someone... in this house.

How do you like
your coffee, Doctor?

Just black, thank you.

The doctors say that if
you drink coffee at night...

Roger is a doctor, Emily.

Emily's a born physician.

She prescribes for all of us.

Well, I'd say she's
done rather well.

None of you look
in need of doctoring.

You're all slender.

I'd weigh 200 if I ate
like this every night.

Mrs. Wicks made
a special effort.

Best meal I've had
since I left home.

You must find us
very quiet after Boston.

No, not at all.

Not... Not now.

Dr. Waring's just being polite.

We can't compare with Boston.

Why, Emily. What a thing to say.

John preferred Boston, too.

He never liked living here.

John?

Do you mean my John?

The only one you've
ever known. Yes.

When I was engaged to him,
we talked of going away to Boston.

He wanted to open
a law office there.

You must all go and
see Roger's new horses.

Yes. Thank you.

I'd like to.

Excuse me.

I'll be right back.

I've checked all the
handwriting in the house.

And?

No one here could've
written those letters.

Handwriting can be disguised.

There was nothing
that was even close.

Sit down. Sit down.

An awful thing, being helpless.

These girls push me
around as if I were a child.

Now, Father, don't
be so unsociable.

We don't want Dr. Waring
to think we're impolite, do we?

Oh.

Where's my pipe?

Maybe you left it in the parlor.

I'll get it. I'll get it.

Can't find anything.

Now, I don't know what we
should do without Mrs. Wicks.

Shut the door.

She's been with us ever
since we were children,

ever since our mother died.

You wouldn't all like to go
driving tomorrow, would you?

There's plenty of
room for all of you.

Oh, no. Not in February.

The winter of our discontent.

Spring and summer, too.

Just wait till you've lived
here year in and year out

with nothing to do but
eat, sleep, talk, write letters.

Emily, I've never
heard you talk like that.

February can be a very bleak
month in New Hampshire, Doctor.

Spring seems an eternity away.

Oh, I'm enjoying it.

Spring, then summer.

I tell you, if I'd married John,
we would've moved to Boston.

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

I think you do!

Mrs. Wicks! Mrs. Wicks!

Yes, Governor?

Father, we saw Mayor
Wainwright today.

He sent you his best.

Can't stand him.

Now, Governor, you know
you like Mr. Wainwright.

No such thing.

Not like the old days.

We had a different sort
of men in public life then.

Doctor, do you know
Edward Everett?

Why, yes.

He was from New
Hampshire, wasn't he?

Friend of mine.

Spoke at Gettysburg
before Lincoln.

Made a better speech, I thought.

Oh, were you there, sir,
at Gettysburg that day?

I was.

I was a lieutenant in the
13th New Hampshire regiment.

I heard all the
speeches that day.

It was a long time ago, sir.

A better time.

Messy thing, when two
girls like the same fellow.

Makes a lot of trouble.

Governor, it's almost 10:00.

Haven't had a chance to
talk to this young man yet.

Don't want to go off like that.

Don't want to be rude.

I think I'll go to bed.

Do forgive me. I've
had a very busy day.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Good night, Miss Charlotte.

Good night, Father.

That wasn't very nice, talking
about John to poor Charlotte.

Nice?!

We return now to
"Westinghouse Studio One"

and "Dark Possession."

Time for your medicine.

Wouldn't like some
tea, would you?

No?

Well, perhaps later,
when Dr. Waring comes.

He'll be glad to see
you up after last night.

I wanted to go to the
police right then and there,

but Miss Emily said no.

She was wrong, too.

We must have protection...
That's what I said.

Oh, that isn't a proper
book for you, Miss Charlotte.

I've heard about
these books in French.

Take your medicine.

Oh, it's nearly 4:00.

Miss Ann and the doctor
will be here any minute.

It is chilly. I'll put
more wood on the fire.

It's been the coldest February.

It's going to be just like it was
when you married Mr. Wheeler

when Miss Ann marries
the young doctor.

When I married him?

Married Mr. Wheeler, yes.

What do doctors carry
in their black bags?

Carry? Oh, I don't know.

Medicine, I suppose...
Things like that.

Strong medicine?

Strong? Well, what do you mean?

I wonder if they carry poison.

What on earth is
the matter with you?

Oh, you mustn't even
think of such things.

Now, soon we'll find out
who's sending those letters.

Then it'll all be over,
like a bad dream.

Just be patient a while longer.

Remember to take your medicine.

Mrs. Wheeler?

I wanted to see
you this morning.

Ann told me you were sleeping.

Yes. I've only been
up a short while.

Yes.

It was a bad shock, I know.

Worse than you know.

Well, you're much
better today, I think.

Why don't you get
some sun in here?

The light hurts my eyes.

Don't you think you should
tell your father about all this?

Oh, no.

No. I couldn't have
Father read those letters.

He must suspect something.
He saw the mirror last night.

I don't want him
to read the letters.

Well, then I think you
should go to the police.

If it could be done quietly.

I don't think I can
wait much longer.

Would you like
me to talk to them?

No.

I'd rather go myself.

Soon?

Soon.

You see, I think there
might be a possibility

that this person may
become dangerous.

It isn't the letters
that I mind so much.

It's the other things...

Strange little things
that keep happening.

Like what?

I'm being watched.

Someone is watching
me and waiting.

I don't know who or what for.

But I can feel it, and I...

I think I must be
going out of my mind.

Now, you're not
going out of your mind.

Little things of mine
keep disappearing,

odds and ends of no
value except to me.

And all the time, there's
this feeling of being watched

by someone hiding,
by someone waiting.

Well, you must have
some idea who it is.

Soon, I think, I
shall meet them...

Face-to-face in
some secret corner.

Then I'll be
destroyed! I know that!

Thought you'd
both like some tea.

Oh. That's good
of you, Mrs. Wicks.

You'll stay for
dinner, won't you?

No. I can't, I'm afraid.

I'll drop in
afterwards, if I may.

Oh. Very well.

Charlotte, drink your tea.

The governor is taking
a nap in his room.

Who is it?

Now, you must suspect someone.

I think I do.

Tell me.

I can't.

I dare not. There's no proof.

None at all.

Tell me about your husband.

I loved him.

And he was found
murdered one afternoon

in his office at Concord.

Oh, I'm sure you
know the whole story.

You don't mind
talking about it, do you?

Yes, I do, very much.

But I'll... I'll tell you
anything you want to know.

Well, was your sister
Emily really in love with him?

I really don't know.

I didn't think so at the time.

I certainly didn't take
him away from her.

But thinking back, perhaps she
was in love in her strange way.

Was she shy?

With all men that were eligible.

But he was not
interested in her.

I know that.

I think this is something
she's built up in her mind since.

And now she honestly
believes that I stole him from her.

Mm.

What kind of day was it
when your husband was killed?

Like no other day in my life.

It was early autumn,
the time of the equinox.

That morning,
there'd been a storm.

Ann was in Boston.

And Emily and I had lunch
here together with Father.

- We were all on edge.
- Oh. You lived in another place.

We had a house, John and
I, down by the old common.

What time of day
did your husband die?

No one seems to know exactly.

They found him in the afternoon,
sometime in the early evening.

Where were you
and Emily after lunch?

I don't know!

I really don't.

Were you together?

She says not, but
I don't remember.

I think I went a little mad
when I was told he died.

I see.

Well, I'll certainly
help you all I can.

You're very kind, but I have a
feeling it won't be necessary.

It will all be over soon.

Something will happen.

But what?

French novel.

How in the world did I
get hold of a thing like this?

Excuse me, Charlotte.

This is Mr. Weston of
the police department.

I, uh, I was just passing by

and I thought I'd
come in, Mrs., uh...

I'm Mrs. Wheeler.

These are my sisters.

I've had that
pleasure, thank you.

What can we do
for you, Mr. Weston?

Take off your coat. Sit down.

Thank you.

I'll only be a moment.

I couldn't have a word
with the governor, could I?

No. I'm afraid not. He's asleep.

Well, I-I guess it can keep.

I'm afraid it can't.

- You know?
- I think so.

Charlotte?

You've received an
anonymous letter, haven't you?

Why, yes, ma'am. That's right.

Uh, how... how did you know?

Because I've received several,
which you're welcome to read.

Well, it's not that we pay
any mind to what we say.

They're crazy, all right,

but we figured we
ought to investigate

to find out who's responsible.

Oh, I hope you can.

I'd intended coming
to see you myself.

Well, the letter said
you probably would.

It said what?

Said you'd probably come
tell us your side of the case.

Oh, it was some
letter, all right.

How could anybody know
I was coming to the police?

I didn't tell anyone!

Could you speak with Mrs.
Wheeler some other time?

- As her doctor, I'm afraid...
- No, I'm all right.

I can imagine
what the letter said.

I'm supposed to have
murdered my husband.

Isn't that it?

Well, yes, ma'am.
Something like that.

But the police must
know how absurd that is.

Oh, sure, we do, and
we want to help you.

I think I know who wrote
those letters, Mr. Weston.

I'll talk to you in the morning.

I'll have the whole
story by then.

Oh? Well, good
day, Mrs. Wheeler.

I'll look in about 5:00,
if that's convenient.

Don't want to
disturb the governor.

You're very
thoughtful. Good day.

Good day.

Now, are you satisfied?!

What do you mean?

I've had my suspicious
from the beginning,

but I wouldn't let
myself think such a thing.

I wouldn't let myself think
that you would go to this degree

to take your revenge and
accuse your own sister of murder!

- You're out of your mind!
- I'm not!

But you are, with
envy and hatred.

You were jealous of John and me.

- You wanted him for yourself.
- That's not true.

What a fool I was not to see
that you were in love with him

and how you must have hated me!

That's enough, Charlotte!

- That's not true!
- You invented this whole thing.

You pretended to yourself

that John would've married
you if I hadn't taken him away.

He would have!

Oh, Emily.

He thought you were plain.
He thought you were pitiable.

He didn't even know you existed.

Stop it!

Now, I'll tell you what I think.

John was the only
man I ever loved,

the only man who ever loved me.

And you knew it,

and you couldn't resist taking
him away from me out of spite.

Oh, how can you say that?

Because it's true!

But you didn't love John
when you married him.

You even stopped him
from leaving Concord

when he wanted
to move to Boston.

You thought only of yourself.

Everybody knows what you
think. It's all in your letters.

They're not my letters.

But whoever wrote them
knows what we know.

And what is that?

That you killed your
husband, Charlotte.

You killed John!

Heaven help you!

I'll go upstairs and lie down.

Charlotte herself couldn't
have killed her own husband,

could she?

I don't know.

We return now to
"Westinghouse Studio One"

and "Dark Possession."

You're late.

Uh, sorry, sir. I
was delayed in town.

Catching pneumonia.

I'm sure of it.

Difficulty breathing
and I'm cold all the time.

Yes.

Mrs. Wicks said you didn't have
any temperature this morning.

Young man, I know when I'm sick.

I was sick before you were born.

Yes, sir.

At my age, I can't take chances.

Yes, sir.

Governor, I wanted to
talk to you about Charlotte.

Charlotte?

I thought you were marrying Ann.

Well, yes, but I'm very
concerned about Charlotte.

The Democrats are going to
nominate that Alton B. Parker.

I feel it in my bones.

I think Charlotte is almost...

Now, if they'd only nominate
Bryan again, we'd be all right.

Governor, I wanted to
talk to you about Charlotte.

And I don't.

Do you understand?

Do you want me to
write it down for you?

Then you know what's going on.

None of your
business, whatever it is.

Well, it is yours.

Someone's accused your
daughter of murdering her husband.

That fool thing on the mirror.

It's worse than that.

They've gone to the police.

How do you know this?

A man from the Concord
police was here last night.

I swear, jealous women cause
all the misery in this world.

And you think it was
Emily who told the police?

Who else would?

Was she really that
jealous of her sister?

All her life, poor child.

Governor, how was
John Wheeler killed?

You think maybe
there's some truth in this?

I... don't know.

I think it would help if
Charlotte could clear herself.

Help her, I mean.

As district attorney,

he was prosecuting
a gang of extortionists.

I told the young
fool to watch out.

I told him, "John, never
let on what you're doing

until you're sure of your
case, then indict them."

No. He'd got
everything figured out.

Went off half-cocked.

Got himself shot for his pains.

By the extortionists?

That's right.

But the actual murderer
was never found?

No.

Did Charlotte and her husband

ever quarrel about
leaving Concord?

No.

She worshipped him.

Never could see why.

Oh, I think he did want
to try his luck in Boston,

but we changed his mind for him.

Feel that wind?

It's like a knife.

Roll me over to the fire.

Call Mrs. Wicks.

Yes, sir.

Oh. Miss Bell, I
wanted to talk to you.

Yes?

It's about your
sister Charlotte.

- I'm afraid...
- That it's none of my business.

Yes. I've heard that already.

Then why do you insist
on prying into our affairs?

Because I want to help.

Because I'm Mrs.
Wheeler's doctor.

And because I'm engaged to Ann.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

You mean you won't.

Dr. Waring, we
are private people.

Miss Bell, where were
you and your sister

the afternoon her
husband was killed?

Oh!

Oh, you gave me a start.

I'm sorry, Ann.

Your father wants Mrs. Wicks.

Is Charlotte still asleep?

Yes, she was a half-hour ago.

I've just been in
talking to your father.

- Not much help?
- No. None at all.

He won't take
this thing seriously.

How did she sleep last night?

Same noises, same...
Same nightmares, I guess.

Should've given her a sedative.

Mrs. Wicks and the cook have
been running up and downstairs

all day looking
after the invalid.

Ann, I think I'm beginning to
understand what happened.

Leave me alone!
Oh, stop watching me!

Charlotte, what's the matter?

Oh!

Get my bag there.

And a glass of
water, Mrs. Wicks.

Yes, Doctor!

Right away!

Oh!

What's happened, Doctor?

I heard her cry out,

and then, by the time I got
to the landing, she'd fallen.

Like she was pushed.

She tried to kill me, just
like she said she would,

just like she killed John!

Who did this to you, Charlotte?

She's been watching
me for years, waiting.

Every time I was happy,
she did something to ruin it.

Then she fell in love with
John, but she couldn't have him,

so she wouldn't let me have him.

Stop her!

Oh, please, stop her!

Who, Charlotte? Stop who?

Who wrote those letters?

I... did.

Miss Charlotte!

Ann, get everyone out of
here. Everyone out, please.

Oh, Miss Charlotte!

Why did you write those letters?

To punish her.

She told you.

I knew she would.

Punish whom?

Charlotte.

She has everything.

I have nothing.

It was always like that.

Who are you?

Janet.

That's just like her.

She never mentions my name.

She's ashamed of me.

Have you known Charlotte long?

All my life.

I used to leave messages for
her, but she never answered.

She tried to ignore me, to
pretend that I didn't exist.

She shouldn't have done that!

- Yes. You were jealous of her.
- Jealous of that poor creature?!

No, I despised her.

She had everything.

I had nothing.

You killed John Wheeler.

♪ Ask me no
questions, I'll tell you... ♪

Why did she have him?!

Why didn't she let me him?!

She didn't deserve to be...

Yes, I killed him, but
they'll think that she did it!

What's happening?

What's wrong with her?

Why did she say she
wrote those letters?

Because she did.

Part of her did.

I don't understand.

Ann! Where are you, girl?

She's two people.

Two people?

Yes.

You'd better go
on to your father.

Don't mentioned what's happened.

I'll call you.

Mrs. Wheeler?

Dr. Waring?

Why am I here?

Oh...

D-Did I fall?

On the stairs, yes.

Oh, yes. I remember.

Someone was behind me.

They tried to push me.

I couldn't see who it was,
but I think it was Emily.

It wasn't Emily.

But who?

Yourself.

What are you saying?

Mrs. Wheeler, listen to me
carefully for your own sake.

We don't have any time.

You are two people.

- Two people?
- Yes.

Two minutes ago, you told
me your name was Janet.

You said you hated Charlotte,

and you admitted writing
those letters to yourself.

Oh. I can't believe you.

I'm not mad.

I'm as sane as you are.

I know I'm forgetful at times,

but I couldn't just
be two people!

Those moments
you're forgetful...

That's when you're Janet.

I began to suspect this when
you told me you didn't remember

anything about the
afternoon your husband died.

Do you mean that I
was someone else

the afternoon that John died?

Mrs. Wheeler, you
killed your husband.

I killed John?

That part of you called Janet.

Oh, no. I don't believe you.

You have got to believe me!

Now, there's no time!

It's our only chance to
fight this other person in you.

I'll go to the police.

There's nothing else I can do.

That wouldn't help matters.

Remember, they had no real
proof that you killed your husband.

They know nothing about
this... This other self in you.

Poor Charlotte.

"I'll go the police."

As if she dared.

No. The police will come to her.

I'll see to that! I'll...

I refuse to...

Janet!

Oh, you wait and see.

I still have some
surprises left!

I...

I must go to the police.

There's nothing else I can do.

There's nothing else I can do.

I feel so drowsy.

Yes.

I gave you a sedative.

I killed him.

I killed my own husband.

I killed him.

Now, you're not to think that.

Not for a moment!

You're two separate people!

There must be some way
to... To control this Janet.

You mean... that I can
become this other person,

just like that, without
even knowing it?

Without knowing it.

And without remembering
what you've done.

Now, you get some rest.

I'm going to get Mrs. Wicks
and we'll put you to bed.

Oh, good. She's asleep.

Help me carry her upstairs.

Yes, Doctor.

That was an ugly fall.

Here.

Give her this when she comes to.

Yes, Doctor.

Mrs. Wicks.

Oh, what a lot of trouble I am.

No, not at all, you poor dear.

I feel so weak.

Take this.

Then I'll tuck
you right into bed.

All right.

Oh, good. You're up.

How do you feel?

I don't really know.

I think I could sleep
for a hundred years.

We'll talk in the morning
about everything.

You're a brave
woman, Mrs. Wheeler.

Ann, I'm going to have to
declare your sister insane.

It's the only way we can
save her from the police.

Charlotte can't be insane.

If I don't, it'll
be necessary...

Oh! Doctor!

Doctor, come quickly!

What's the matter?

She said something
was strangling her,

that she couldn't breathe!

Janet... did kill John.

I... didn't.

She's... She's not dead.

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