"This service which we are holding today... is in memory of our dear friends..." "John and Mary Ashby... and their son, Antony." "John and Mary Ashby were known and loved by you all." "We members of this little community... remember them for their many kindnesses... they showed to each and every one of us." "And although it is 11 years since their..." "Since we lost them in such tragic circumstances... we still remember them with respect and affection." "How much more poignant... must be the memories of the Ashby family... of Harriet Ashby, John's sister... who so gallantly assumed the responsibility... of bringing up the children." "Of the children themselves." "Little Eleanor." "What can ever replace the gap left in her life... by the death of her dear mother and father?" "And Simon Ashby... who still plays the organ in this church occasionally... as he has done since he was 15 years old." "How full of sorrow must his heart be?" "For not only did he suffer the shock... of losing both his parents... but, and in circumstances no less tragic... the loss of his only brother." "And today... we must also remember Antony Ashby... who, blinded by grief at the death of his parents... took his own life." "He was young, little more than a child." "You've all seen him sitting here... a member of this choir." "What he did was sinful in the eyes of God." "But God is merciful, and in his mercy... he would have taken this little boy into his kingdom... there to join the mother and father... that he had loved and missed so much." "We will now sing hymn number 256... 2, 5, 6... omitting verses three and four." "Under the circumstances, don't you think it'd be better..." "Yes, of course." "Do you feel better?" "What is it?" "Nothing." "Did you hear something that upset you?" "No, I'm all right now." "I'm sorry." "We'll go to the fresh air." "You saw what happened?" "Vividly, Aunty." "Well, why don't you go and help her?" "Help her?" "Why should I?" "What do we pay that expensive nurse for?" "Do you want a lift, Aunty?" "You saw something, didn't you?" "You saw something at the church." "It frightened you." "No." "No, it didn't frighten me." "What did you see?" "Tony." "Tony?" "Tony, your brother?" "He's come to fetch me." "But, Eleanor, he's dead." "Tell me about him." "They were happy times when Tony was alive." "At least they were for me, anyway." "Tony made them that way." "Then suddenly the happy times were finished." "He wasn't there anymore." "He committed suicide." "That's what they said." "But he did, he drowned himself." "He left a note." "Yes, he did." "Then how could you have seen him today?" "Unless I'd imagined it?" "People who are as close as Tony and I were in life... they can't just be separated by death." "It can't be." "It is, Eleanor." "The living have to face it." "Not if they have faith in the dead." "And I have faith." "I have faith in Tony." "It's been such a long time, nearly eight years." "But I knew he'd come for me." "I knew it." "Look, Eleanor, how could Tony come for you?" "I don't know." "Think about it." "Your brother has been dead now for eight years." "He drowned himself." "He jumped over the cliff." "He must have been smashed on the rocks." "No, please." "Please, stop it." "All right." "But you cannot possibly have seen Tony." "He's dead." "Where have you been?" "I have been drinking." "Now I am going to drink some more." "I would have thought on the day of the service..." "What would you have thought, Aunty?" "That I would have on my sackcloth and ashes?" "They've been dead 11 years." "It's your idea to resurrect them once a year... and parade them in front of the villagers." "I suppose respect for the dead... would be expecting a little too much from you." "Come, Aunt Harriet... this is Simon you're speaking to now." "Your only concern is to keep alive the Ashby legend." "The good name of the family." "Now if you'd behave like a normal human being..." "I wouldn't have to." "Before you start apportioning the blame... how do you suppose it looked letting little Eleanor behave like that in public?" "Must've given the villagers a marvelous tidbit." "Your sister is sick." "Sick?" "She's very upset, disturbed." "Aunty dear, my sister's insane." "If you're so concerned about the good name of the Ashby family..." "I think the best thing you could do... is to have her certified as a lunatic... and locked up." "You'd really like that, wouldn't you, Simon?" "Look who's here, Aunty." "It's little Miss Florence Nightingale." "What is it, Francoise?" "Miss Eleanor asked to be excused dinner." "Make her come down." "Tell the kitchen... to send a tray up to her room." "Nurse... how is my little sister?" "She's upset." "You're a master of the understatement... aren't you?" "Why don't you admit she's out of her mind?" "I'm a nurse." "Only a doctor could say that." "No, Tony, wait for me." "Please." "Just because you're coming into some money... doesn't mean to say you can behave just as you like." "Yes, Aunt Harriet." "There are certain standards, you know... even for the rich." "As an Ashby, you'll be expected to comply." "Yes, Aunty." "And not make your own rules." "Yes, Aunty." "You realize that, don't you?" "Yes." "Tony." "You don't even try, Simon." "You go around upsetting the neighbors, antagonizing the local people... drinking too much." "It's only because your name's Ashby... that you haven't landed up in prison... on two occasions." "The magistrates were..." "Just a minute." "What is it?" "What on earth is she doing?" "Francoise." "Francoise." "Yes?" "Eleanor, she's out in the garden." "I've just seen her." "But I just left her five minutes ago." "Tony." "Where are you?" "Tony?" "Eleanor, where are you?" "Tony?" "No, don't go!" "What are you doing, child?" "He's gone." "You've frightened him away." "You've frightened him away!" "Who's gone?" "I was going to go with him." "He was here and you frightened him away!" "Go away, leave me alone." "Please, leave me alone!" "Take her to her room and lock the door." "Come on." "Come with me." "He was there, I saw him." "He was going to take me with him." "Here, take this." "What is it?" "Just sleeping pills." "Are you all right now?" "Good night." "Little Eleanor safely tucked up?" "I gave her a sedative." "You're getting better and better." "How?" "That fainting bit in church today." "Very remarkable." "What did you do to her?" "Nothing." "Nothing." "Nothing at all?" "No." "She told me she saw something." "Perhaps she is going mad." "Unless she did see something." "The congregation weren't a particularly inspiring little group." "Hardly enough to make her faint." "She saw it again in the garden just now." "I'm worried about her, Simon." "If she is going mad, she needs a doctor, proper attention." "You're a nurse." "I'm not a nurse." "You knew that when you brought me here." "You're not a nurse." "You've got other qualifications." "You free for the evening?" "The rest of the night's your own?" "Sleep tight, my darling." "Sleep tight." "Where have you been?" "I'm sorry, sir." "I thought all the family had retired." "Well, they haven't." "I want another bottle of brandy." "Don't just stand there, man!" "Get it!" "I'm sorry, sir, there is no more brandy." "Why not?" "The wine merchant." "Something about an unpaid account, sir." "And there is also the garage." "Kent tried to get some petrol today." "I'm afraid that they won't allow you any further credit, sir." "If I may say so..." "You may not, Williams!" "You may not say anything." "And if you'll be so good, tomorrow you'll get me... another dozen bottles of brandy." "Without settling your account, sir, I..." "Don't argue with me, man, get it!" "And what is more, I consider 20 pounds a week... to be quite adequate for the family wine allowance." "I have instructed the wine merchants accordingly." "Now I'll settle your account with the garage... but apart from that, there'll be no more money." "By what right do you sit and pontificate... on what money I can or cannot have?" "By my right as executor of your parents' estate." "Whose money is it, anyway?" "It most certainly isn't yours." "It will be soon." "In three weeks." "Then stretch a point." "Let me have some now." "Look at these motor cars, alcohol... trips to America, holidays on the Continent... and that yacht." "You paid them all, didn't you?" "Yes, I did, but only after the suppliers... threatened to take you to court." "It seems your family name... means more to me than it does to you." "You're beginning to sound like Aunt Harriet." "You consistently overspent your allowance... and you've run up debts... that you had no possible hope of meeting." "Whereas your sister, Eleanor, has..." "Don't bring her into it." "She's out of her mind." "No doubt you would wish... to have her certified as such." "We're not completely stupid, Simon... even if you like to think so." "And just exactly what's that supposed to mean?" "I suppose it had entered your mind... that with Eleanor out of the way... you'd come into her share of the money as well as your own?" "Yes, Mr. Kossett, it has entered my mind." "Yes, I thought as much." "So what?" "Nothing." "But for as long as I have control of the money... you're not getting a penny more." "Even if you're dragged through... every court in the British Isles." "In three weeks' time, you come into the full estate." "Then you can do what you like... but not till then." "All right, Kossett, three weeks." "And then do you know what I'm gonna do?" "Drink yourself to death, I shouldn't wonder." "I'm going to find myself... the best firm of accountants I can... and get them to look into the affairs of the trust." "With what in mind?" "To find out how much money you've embezzled in the last 10 years." "Show Mr. Ashby out, Keith." "I'll talk to him, Father." "Do what you like but keep him away from me." "Pompous old windbag." "Come into my office." "Care for a drink?" "You didn't mean that about the accountants, did you?" "Yes." "Worried?" "No." "You should be, Keith." "You father's so honest, he'd rather cut his throat... than take anything that didn't belong to him." "But you..." "You're like me, Keith." "You like expensive things." "I'm not saying you've dug too deeply into the trust." "But I've a feeling there'll be a few thousand unaccounted for." "How about being a good fellow and let me... have 100 quid for a couple of weeks?" "We'll forget all about it." "Dear God... please forgive me." "Miss Eleanor?" "I'll take her to her room." "It's still the same one?" "At the end of the corridor." "Up here." "Quick, bring her in here." "What happened?" "Where did you find her?" "Is she all right?" "I think so." "Well, where's the young man?" "I don't know, he left." "It was him, Miss Ashby, I'm sure of it." "Stop being a fool, Williams." "Anyway, let's go and find him." "Williams." "Yes, miss?" "Who was he?" "It was Mr. Tony, miss." "Why the hell don't you look where you're going?" "Hey, you, come here!" "Did you hear what I said?" "Come inside, both of you." "Simon." "Simon, I want to speak to you." "Come in, please." "I want to talk to you." "Williams, take him up to Mr. Simon's room... and get him some dry clothes, will you please?" "Yes, Miss Ashby." "Will you come with me, please, sir?" "Tony, is it really you?" "How do you feel?" "I feel wonderful." "Come closer." "Sit down." "I was beginning to think Simon was right." "What about?" "He thinks I'm mad." "That isn't true, Eleanor." "Simon only worries about you." "You will tell me everything, won't you, Tony?" "Please, help me to understand." "I think your aunt is waiting to speak to Mr. Ashby." "Then later." "Promise?" "I promise." "Tony, I'm so happy." "I'll see you later." "I'm going to get up for dinner." "I don't think you should." "Of course I should." "Tony's come back." "Come in here, please." "Sit down." "Who are you and what do you want?" "You know who I am, Aunt Harriet." "I know who you'd like us to think you are." "And please call me Miss Ashby." "Miss Ashby." "You'd like us to think you're Tony Ashby... wouldn't you?" "I don't know what your game is... but in case you are unaware of the fact..." "Tony Ashby committed suicide eight years ago." "And he left a note saying, "I can't stand it any longer." "Please forgive me."" "You read about that in the papers, of course." "He left a note on the cliff top... to make it look as though it was suicide." "But it wasn't." "They didn't find a body, did they, Miss Ashby?" "They didn't, did they?" "The tide is very strong there." "There wasn't a body." "I just ran away." "You just ran away." "Why?" "Because I couldn't stand being with you... for a moment longer, Aunt Harriet." "Then why have you come back?" "To see the house." "To see Eleanor." "It seems I was just in time." "So you think you can just march in here out of the blue." "I didn't come marching in here." "If Eleanor hadn't tried to kill herself..." "I'd have left without showing myself." "Then why don't you do just that, now?" "I shall... when I find out what you've been doing to her." "What?" "When I left, she was a normal, healthy girl." "She was upset when Mother and Father were killed... but quite sane." "Now look at her." "How dare you?" "How dare he what, Aunt Harriet?" "Return to his own home?" "Simon." "I'm sorry I ran off like that." "You gave me a bit of a shock." "Drink?" "I'm afraid we're a bit short of brandy... but we can manage anything else." "Not for me, thank you." "Come on, this is an occasion." "I still don't drink." "No, of course not." "I'm afraid I do." "You'll have to excuse me." "Cheers." "You'll appreciate the fact that your arrival... was a bit of a surprise for us." "You'll have to give us a little time... to adapt ourselves, won't he, Aunt Harriet?" "Of course, I understand." "You're very generous." "Tell me, as a matter of curiosity, what were you doing on the cliffs... when our sister decided to take the plunge?" "I was making up my mind whether to come here or not." "You hadn't decided?" "No." "Not even with half a million pounds at stake?" "Half a million?" "600,000, to be exact." "Surely you knew." "If you are who you claim to be... where have you been?" "Does it matter?" "Yes, we'll check on it." "On every move you say you've made for the past eight years." "That shouldn't be difficult, I've nothing to hide." "You always were very honest, weren't you, brother?" "Simon, we don't know..." "No, Aunty, we don't know, do we?" "Still, let's be democratic about the whole thing." "Innocent until proven guilty." "Look... our little sister has returned from a watery grave." "So has our brother, Simon." "Well said, little sister." "Are you sure you ought to be up so soon, Eleanor?" "Yes, I've never felt better in my life." "Isn't it wonderful to have him back with us?" "Yes, indeed." "We're all thrilled." "Dinner is served, Miss Ashby." "Well, shall we?" "Although I'm not dressed for the occasion." "That doesn't matter." "I left my clothes at the hotel." "We'll send the car for them later." "Williams has gone to bed." "I said I'd stay up for you." "Thank you." "Is that all?" "Yes, I've been traveling for eight years." "I find it easier to travel light." "Always on the move." "Until now." "You must tell us all about it." "It sounds fascinating." "We've put you in Tony's old room." "I probably won't recognize it." "It's been so long." "No, probably not." "Still, you remember where it is?" "Yes, thank you." "After you." "No." "I think I'll stay down here for a bit." "After you." "Goodnight, brother." "Tony!" "Tony, there you are." "I've been looking for you everywhere." "Well, now you've found me." "Come and sit down." "You've got to get back to the house." "Mr. Kossett is here to see you." "Kossett?" "Yes, you remember." "Old Mr. Kossett, the lawyer." "Old Mr. Kossett." "I thought you meant Keith." "No." "Tony, Simon, and Harriet are with him." "They'll try to trick you." "Be careful." "How do you do, young man?" "You certainly look the part, I must say." "How are you, Mr. Kossett?" "So, you know me?" "Yes, of course I do." "Then you'll know what I gave you for your tenth birthday." "I'm sorry." "Your tenth birthday, what did I give you?" "Don't you remember?" "I do." "Then you have a better memory than I do." "I haven't the faintest idea." "Of course he hasn't." "He's an imposter." "Wait a minute." "On my ninth birthday you gave me a fountain pen." "My eleventh... a bicycle I think it was... and for my twelfth, a train." "But my tenth, I really can't remember." "I see." "All right, young man, suppose we get down to brass tacks." "Who are you and what do you want?" "I'm Tony Ashby." "You're not going to take his word for it?" "No, Harriet, I'm not." "I have a number of questions I want to ask." "Have you any objection to my asking them here?" "No." "Sit down." "Thank you." "Your full name?" "Antony James Ashby." "Mother and father's names?" "John and Mary." "Whereabouts?" "They are dead." "They were killed in an airplane crash 11 years ago." "Where were they going at that time?" "New York." "Both of them?" "I'm asking the questions, Harriet." "Then ask him sensible ones." "Any newspaper could tell him these." "Please allow me to do this my way." "I know what that means." "What?" "You want him to be Tony, don't you?" "Simon." "It's true, Aunt Harriet." "Our Mr. Kossett doesn't particularly like me, do you, Kossett?" "Whether I like you or not has no bearing on what I have to do." "Doesn't it?" "You'll excuse me if I don't stay... to watch the farce, won't you?" "Simon, where are you going?" "If you want to stay here and watch... these people rob me, you're welcome." "Simon, please." "I'm going for a drive." "I shall probably get drunk." "Coming, Aunt Harriet?" "See what you're doing to him?" "I see him behaving abominably, which is nothing new, is it?" "Perhaps if you'll leave us alone, we can get on." "No, I'm staying." "Please yourself, Harriet." "Yes, now your brother had a pony, what was its name?" "No, he didn't." "Yes he did, he did, John." "No, Aunt Harriet." "I had the pony." "But he made such a fuss, we had to pretend... it was his." "You remember?" "It was your idea." "What was its name?" "Lts name was Clinker." "What was the name of your best friend at school?" "Arkwright, Robert Arkwright." "Had he any brothers or sisters?" "Yes, he had a brother." "He was a class ahead of me." "What was his nickname?" "I can hardly tell you in front of Aunt Harriet." "Tony Ashby doesn't drink." "Tony Ashby doesn't." "I do." "Large brandy, please." "Well?" "Your father seemed convinced." "That seems to be that then, he's a difficult man to convince." "Yes, he is." "You're sure he wasn't just pretending... waiting to catch you out when your guard's down." "No, I'm not sure, and I don't care much anymore." "Come and sit down." "What's the matter?" "Has the thought of money grown suddenly distasteful?" "No, it hasn't." "It's just what I've been doing has." "Look, you knew what you were in for right from the beginning." "I didn't know the people involved then." "Don't tell me you like them." "Unless, of course, Eleanor?" "Well, well, well." "I take it she has accepted you as her brother." "Makes things a bit awkward for you, doesn't it?" "Still, mustn't grumble." "I mean, that was the object of the exercise." "You go on drawing 100 quid a week and living the life of Riley." "And everybody's happy." "Well, you must admit I briefed you pretty well." "I say, did Father ask you about that pony?" "Yes, I knew he would." "I suggested it to him, it's excellent." "It should be plain sailing from now on." "You've just about thought of everything, haven't you?" "Just about." "What would you have done if you hadn't found me?" "I had one or two other chaps lined up." "The resemblance to Tony Ashby was... purely superficial in their cases... but I might've got away with it." "With you, the resemblance was phenomenal." "You're perfect, old boy, quite perfect." "Listen, I want..." "You can get five to ten years for fraud." "What can you get for stealing half a million pounds?" "Five to ten years." "You don't give me much choice, do you?" "None at all." "I think you'd better go now." "And watch it with Eleanor." "After all, she is supposed to be your sister." "You took your time, didn't you?" "Real grape champagne." "You keep this up, you'll never get rid of me." "Put more in mine, dear." "I love it." "I love champagne, too." "It does things for me." "Pity you don't use it more often then, isn't it?" "Why don't you go and fry your face?" "Delicious." "Watch it, mate, you're spilling half of it overboard." "There's plenty more where this come from." "I think you're right, my beauty." "Anyway, here's yours, and one for me, and one for you." "A toast." "What, another one?" "A toast." "Any objections?" "No, go ahead." "I love dementia." "To my brother, my long-lost brother... who returned from a watery grave." "God bless him." "To his brother." "Be careful, dear." "To Tony, who we thought was dead." "But all he was really doing... was sleeping 40 fathoms below." "Whoa." "To Tony!" "To half a million pounds." "I'll drink to that." "A bit balmy, ain't he?" "Tony." "Tony, you're not drinking." "Can't have that." "Can't even walk straight." "Come on, Tony." "Nobody is going to leave you all by yourself." "Come on, Tony, have one drink with me." "I cannot..." "And then we'll go home." "Ease it off, hey?" "Don't you mind, this is between brothers." "Come on." "Leave the poor thing." "You've just been rude to my brother." "I don't like your stupid face or your pop eyes." "I'm going to do something about it right now with these." "Come on, Tony, let's go home." "You're not Tony." "If this other gentleman insisted on pressing charges... your brother would be inside by now." "I'd like you to give him a message from me when he sobers up." "If ever I catch him around my place again, I'll call the police myself." "All right." "He's only drunk." "Only drunk?" "I've seen drunks before." "You watch him." "Now take my word for it, you watch him." "That's right, Tony, you watch me." "I'll watch you." "Where'd you come from this time, brother?" "The landlord phoned." "He said you weren't fit to drive." "He's right, wasn't he?" "What's it feel like being a millionaire?" "I'm not." "Formalities." "Just formalities." "What sort of an allowance are you going to make me?" "I'll leave that to Kossett." "He knows more about it than I do." "Very generous." "Eleanor, too?" "I don't know who found you, or where... but you're Tony to a tee, I'll give you that." "Pompous, self-opinionated, holier-than-thou, and dull." "So dull." "Still don't believe I'm Tony, do you?" "No." "Why not?" "Just call it a hunch." "I'm afraid you'll have to accept it." "I'll never accept it, brother." "Never." "I'm drunk, Aunty." "But then that's nothing new, is it?" "Happy dreams, everyone." "Don't you touch him." "I think you've done enough already." "Come on, Simon, put your arm around me, that's it." "Tony, come into the house quickly." "But, Tony, how did it happen?" "I hardly know myself." "I pushed open the door, and before I could see anything properly... before I knew what's happening... this thing appeared." "Someone was wearing a mask." "The next thing I knew, I was on the ground." "If it wasn't for this arm, I'd think I'd dreamt the whole thing." "I'm sorry." "You're doing fine." "Shouldn't we tell somebody?" "Who?" "The police." "No." "You might have been killed." "I don't think so." "Not yet, anyway." "I'd rather wait to see what happens next." "Tony, what does it all mean?" "I don't know." "Has this sort of thing ever happened to you before?" "I've heard the organ playing before and the boy singing." "No one ever seemed to hear it but me." "I'd begun to think it was all in my mind." "Did you ever go down to see what was happening?" "I was frightened." "Then why tonight?" "I went to your room to tell you about it... but you weren't there, so I guessed you'd gone downstairs." "I wanted to make sure you were all right." "Look, I want you to go to your room... take one of your sleeping pills... and sleep straight through until the morning." "And no dreaming." "That's an order." "I'll try." "Eleanor, that singing, whose voice was it?" "I don't know... but it sounded just like you, before you went away." "There's one." "Another one." "You are happy, aren't you, Tony?" "Of course I am." "And you won't leave us again?" "Does it mean so much to you?" "It means everything." "Maybe I've changed." "Perhaps I'm not the brother you remember." "Don't say that, not even as a joke." "If something were to happen to you now..." "I don't know what I'd do." "Anyway, you are Tony, and you the brother I remember." "It makes me feel safe just having you near." "That's how it always used to be, remember?" "Do you remember when I used to be frightened of anything... you only had to speak and I'd be all right again?" "And when I had nightmares, you used to come into my room... and stay there till I was asleep." "I always used to feel contented... at peace." "I feel that way now." "Thank you for coming back, Tony." "I think we should go." "But it's not late, is it?" "No, but I think we should." "All right." "I'll do that." "I'll turn the car around." "Good." "Tony!" "Help me!" "Don't move!" "Switch off the engine and keep still!" "Get out, over the windscreen!" "I nearly left yesterday, you know." "Simon." "Yeah." "Why don't we both leave?" "There's nothing here for you anymore." "You'd come away with me?" "Of course." "Isn't that why I came here in the first place, to be with you?" "I haven't got any money." "Money doesn't matter... as long as we have each other." "You're more stupid than I gave you credit for." "What is it about you that makes you want to hurt people?" "I don't hurt people." "Yes, you do, all the time." "Your aunt, Eleanor, me." "Do I hurt you?" "Sometimes." "You're cruel." "Then you like me hurting you, don't you?" "Simon, let's go away." "There's no point." "With your brother back?" "He won't be staying for long." "Why do you say that?" "He won't." "Tony." "What is it?" "Who's there?" "Tony, who is it?" "Come up here." "I suppose it was inevitable that you should find out eventually." "God knows, I did my best to prevent it." "You should have taken warning the first time." "But you might have killed Tony." "I only wanted to keep him away from the old chapel while..." "Simon was there." "I didn't want anyone to know." "To know what?" "Haven't you guessed?" "Your brother's mad." "He's insane." "And it's his fault!" "All of it." "For some reason... he felt responsible for Tony's death." "For weeks, even months, he would be normal... then he'd get one of these terrible fits of depression again." "This ghastly impersonation I have to do." "Only by pretending that his brother is alive can he find peace." "It's hideous... the whole thing hideous." "But what can I do?" "What can I do?" "For the past few years... he seems to have been all right." "I began to think that... whatever it was that had been troubling him had gone forever." "Then you chose to return, and it has started all over again." "I had hoped that... your return would rid him of this feeling of guilt... and to be finished with this business once and for all." "But this hasn't happened." "Your arrival has started the whole thing over again." "I know the reason." "Whatever anyone else may think..." "Simon doesn't believe that you're his brother." "He doesn't believe that you're his brother and neither do I!" "She knew about Simon all that time." "What are we going to do?" "We don't have to do anything, I mean... he isn't hurting anyone." "It's not as simple as that." "The brakes in your car didn't just fail by themselves." "Who was it?" "Francoise." "She's in love with Simon." "That's a problem she'll have to work out for herself." "You'd better get back to sleep." "Good night, Tony." "Eleanor." "Go away!" "Don't come near me!" "I'm like Simon!" "I'm mad!" "I'm insane, I'm dirty!" "Eleanor!" "I'm mad." "Go away, please go away." "I'm in love with you." "I'm in love with you, Tony." "Do you understand what that means?" "He was right about me!" "I'm mad!" "I'm insane!" "Stop it!" "Eleanor, stop it, listen to me." "Simon was right about me." "I'm mad." "Listen to me." "I never saw you before I met you last week." "I'm an imposter, Eleanor." "I'm not your brother." "Where are you going?" "I'm leaving." "Why?" "You tried to kill your brother and Eleanor, didn't you?" "You're talking nonsense." "Up in my room this afternoon... you said they wouldn't be here for long." "You were shocked when they came back." "Why were you so shocked?" "Will you stop talking like a fool?" "Come here." "No, Simon, it's finished." "What makes you think I'd let you go?" "You don't have any alternative, Simon." "If you try to stop me or come after me..." "I'll start telling people what I know." "You don't know anything." "Enough." "Enough for what?" "You've always known that I wasn't exactly the blue-eyed boy." "It's never seemed to worry you before." "No, Simon, please." "I never pretended to be anything... that I wasn't." "Not to you, anyway." "Please, Simon." "I don't want you to go, I need you." "I've waited so long for you to say that." "It's true, I need you now more than I ever did before." "I won't leave you, my darling, I promise." "I know you won't." "I know you won't, my pretty." "Nobody ever leaves me." "Looking for someone?" "Yes." "If you're looking for Francoise, she left." "Left?" "Gone, last night." "That was a bit sudden, wasn't it?" "Very sudden." "Did she leave any message?" "No message." "I'm sorry." "Are you?" "Why?" "You didn't like her, did you?" "No, I didn't." "However, if it's your dear brother... you're looking for, he left, too." "It's all right." "I have a feeling he'll be back." "Did he say where he was going?" "My dear child, does he ever confide in me?" "My father isn't here today." "You should've made an appointment." "I know." "I've come to see you." "If Tony Ashby, the real Tony Ashby, turned up... what then?" "That couldn't happen." "But if it did?" "We'd both be found out, wouldn't we?" "That's why I've come to warn you." "I assume you've been dipping into the family estate." "That's none of your business." "I know it's not." "But you've got about 12 hours to cover up." "Wait a minute, what have you found out?" "I don't think Tony Ashby jumped off that cliff." "I believe I know where he is." "Good evening, Williams." "Good evening, sir." "Where is everybody?" "Tony." "Never mind, Williams, thank you." "Tony, where have you been?" "I've been worried about you all day." "I'm all right." "Where are the others?" "Aunt Harriet is up in her room, and Simon's out." "Darling, do you trust me?" "Of course." "Well, pack your things." "We're leaving." "When?" "Tonight." "Where?" "I don't know, does it matter?" "No." "Go to your room, I'll pick you up later." "Okay" "Get out." "Get out of here." "How dare you touch that!" "Get out!" "No, Miss Ashby, I'm looking for something." "Won't you leave him anything?" "This is Simon's place, it always has been." "You've no right to interfere." "Why, has he got something to hide?" "It's private." "I'm sorry." "What are you looking for?" "Don't you know, Miss Ashby?" "No." "No, you can't have, I won't let you." "Everything here at High Tor is yours." "It all belongs to you now." "Do you have to end by destroying everything?" "I'm afraid so." "You had to be clever, didn't you?" "I had to find out." "So now you've found out, what are you going to do about it?" "I'll tell you, shall I?" "Nothing." "Because Tony isn't dead, is he?" "I'm talking to him now." "How did you fake that suicide note, Simon?" "I didn't." "I got him to write it in a game some time before." "I kept it." "How long before?" "A year, maybe two." "You made up your mind to murder him when you were 13?" "About then." "And you did your best to murder me." "Not my best." "It made no difference to you that Eleanor was with me." "Two birds with one stone." "That's what I thought." "Where are you going?" "Where do you think?" "Not to tell." "You certainly can't tell anybody." "Not unless you want to say goodbye to the money." "I don't want the money." "You expect me to believe that?" "Believe what you like." "I don't want the money." "Why did you come here in the beginning?" "It's a long story." "It's not that important anymore." "He tried to fool us, Tony." "He tried to pretend that he was you." "But he couldn't do it." "And we knew it, didn't we?" "He had everyone else fooled." "Tony?" "It's too late." "Tony and I have had a talk." "We've decided what's going to happen to you." "You see, Tony's been alone for a long time." "But he's going to have company." "Because you're going to join him, isn't it?" "I told you you'd destroy everything." "Yourself as well." "Simon." "Hello, Aunt Harriet." "Come away from here, Simon." "No." "I've got to kill him." "You see, he knows what I did to Tony." "Come away from here." "Leave it to me." "Go back to the house, Simon." "I won't be a moment." "Simon belongs to me." "No one shall hurt him." "You're not going back to the house, you're coming back with me." "Simon!" "Tony!"