Rebecca script

It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive,
[ Woman ] Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

and for a while I could not enter...

for the way was barred to me.

Then, like all dreamers,

and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me.
I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers...

The drive wound away in front of me,

twisting and turning as it had always done.

But as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon it.

Nature had come into her own again,

and little by little had encroached upon the drive...

with long, tenacious fiingers.

and fiinally there was Manderley.
On and on wound the poor thread that had once been our drive,

Time could not mar the perfect symmetry of those walls.
Manderley-- secretive and silent.

and suddenly it seemed to me that light came from the windows.
Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy,

And then a cloud came upon the moon...

The illusion went with it.
and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face.

with no whisper of the past about its staring walls.
I looked upon a desolate shell...
We can never go back to Manderley again.

That much is certain.

But sometimes in my dreams...

which began for me in the South of France.
I do go back to the strange days of my life...

No! Stop!

What the devil are you shouting about ?

Who are you ? What are you staring at ?

Oh, you did, did you ? Well, what are you doing here ?
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. But I, I only thought--

I was only walking.

Well, get on with your walking. Don't hang about here screaming.

I'll never come to Monte Carlo out of season again.

Not a single well-known personality in the hotel.

Tell him to get me some--
Stone cold ! Waiter. Garcon. Call him.

Why, it's Max de Winter. How do you do ?

- How do you do ? - I'm Edith Van Hopper.

It's so nice to run into you here,

just when I was beginning to despair of fiinding any old friends here in Monte.

But do sit down and have some coffee.

Mr. de Winter is having coffee with me. Ask that stupid waiter for another cup.

- Garcon. Coffee, please. - Oui, monsieur.
I'm afraid I must contradict you. You shall both have coffee with me.

- A cigarette ? - No, thank you.

You know, I recognized you just as soon as you came in,

Perhaps you don't remember an old woman like me. Are you playing the tables much here ?
though I haven't seen you since that night at the casino at Palm Beach.

I can well understand that. As for me,
No, I'm afraid that sort of thing ceased to amuse me years ago.

if I had a home like Manderley, I should certainly never come to Monte.

What do you think of Monte Carlo ? Or don't you think of it at all ?
It's one of the biggest places in that part of the country, and you can't beat it for beauty.
Oh, well, I think it's rather artifiicial.

Most girls would give their eyes for a chance to see Monte.
She's spoiled, Mr. de Winter. That's her trouble.

Wouldn't that rather defeat the purpose ?

Now that we've found each other again, I hope I shall see something of you.

The place is empty. So if you're uncomfortable, mind you, make a fuss.
You must come and have a drink in my suite. I hope they've given you a good room.

Your valet has unpacked for you, I suppose ?

I'm afraid I don't possess one. Perhaps you'd like to do it for me ?

Perhaps you could make yourself useful to Mr. de Winter if he wants anything done.
Well, I, I hardly think--
You're a capable child in many ways.

'' He travels fastest who travels alone.''
That's a charming suggestion, but I'm afraid I cling to the old motto:

Perhaps you've not heard of it. Good night.

What do you make of that ?

Do you suppose that sudden departure was intended to be funny?

Come, don't sit there gawking. Let's go upstairs.

- Have you got the key ? - Yes, Mrs. Van Hopper.

I remember when I was younger there was a well-known writer...

I suppose he was in love with me and wasn't quite sure of himself.
who used to dart down the back way whenever he saw me coming.

Well, c'est la vie.

but you were just a teeny, weeny bit forward with Mr. de Winter.
By the way, my dear, don't think that I mean to be unkind,

Your effort to enter the conversation...

quite embarrassed me, and I'm sure it did him.

Men loathe that sort of thing. Oh, come. Don't sulk.

After all, I am responsible for your behavior here.

I suppose he just can't get over his wife's death.
Perhaps he didn't notice it. Poor thing !

They say he simply adored her.

Oui. [ Speaking French ]

Oh ! How awkward of me.

What a stupid thing to do. Oh, I'm so sorry.

Please don't bother. It doesn't really matter.

- Mademoiselle will have lunch with me. - Oh, but I couldn't possibly.
Leave that. Leave that. Go and lay another place at my table.

- Why not ? - Oh, please don't be polite. It's very kind of you,

- but I'll be all right if they just change the cloth. - I wasn't being polite.

Come along. We needn't talk to each other if we don't feel like it.
I should have asked you to have lunch with me even if you hadn't upset the vase so clumsily.

Thank you very much.

Oh, I'll just ha-have s-some scrambled eggs.

Oui, mademoiselle.

What's happened to your friend ?

Oh, she's ill in bed with a cold.

I'm sorry I was so rude to you yesterday.

You weren't really. You simply wanted to be alone, and--
The only excuse I can offer is that I've become boorish through living alone.

Tell me, is Mrs. Van Hopper a friend of yours or just a relation ?

I didn't know companionship could be bought.
No, she's my employer. I'm what is known as a paid companion.

I looked up the word ''companion'' in the dictionary once.

It said, ''a friend of the bosom.''

[ Chuckles ] I don't envy you the privilege.

-Haven't you any family ? -No, my mother died years and years ago,
Oh, she's very kind, really, and I have to earn my living.

and then there was only my father.

- How rotten for you. - Yes, it was rather,
And he died last summer, and then I took this job.

because, you see, we got on so well together.

You and your father ?

Yes. He was a lovely person-- very unusual.

- What was he ? - A painter.

- Ah. Was he a good one ? - Well, I thought so.

But people didn't understand him.

Yes, that's often the trouble.

He painted trees. At least it was one tree.

You mean he painted the same tree over and over again ?

or place or person, you should stick to it.
Yes. You see, he had a theory that if you should fiind one perfect thing...

Do you think that's very silly ?

Not at all. I'm a fiirm believer in that myself.

And what did you fiind to do with yourself while he was painting his tree ?

Oh, I sat with him and I sketched a little. I don't do it well, though.

-You're going sketching this afternoon ? -Yes.

- Where ? - I haven't made up my mind.

- I'll drive you somewhere in the car. - Oh, no, please. I didn't mean--

Thank you. It's very kind of you, but I'm not very hungry.
Oh, nonsense. Finish up that mess and we'll get along.

Oh, come on. Eat it up like a good girl.

Oh, no, don't look at it. It's not nearly good enough.
You're taking long enough for that sketch. I expect a really fiine work of art.

But it can't be as bad as all that.

Now, don't rub it all out. Let me look at it fiirst.

Oh, dear. Tell me, is it the perspective...
- It's the perspective. I never can get it right. - Let me see.

that gives my nose that curious twist in the middle ?

- Well, you're not a very easy subject to sketch. - No ?

- Your expression keeps changing all the time. - Does it ?

Well, I'd concentrate on the view instead if I were you.

Much more worthwhile.

Yes. I went there once with my father on holiday.
It rather reminds me of our coastline at home. Do you know Cornwall at all ?

I was in a shop once, and I saw a postcard...

with a beautiful house on it, right by the sea.

- I felt ashamed for not knowing. - Manderley is beautiful.
And I asked whose house it was, and the old lady said, ''That's Manderley.''

and have lived in all my life.
To me, it's just the place where I was born...

But now, I don't suppose I shall ever see it again.

We're lucky not to be home during the bad weather, aren't we ?

Hmm.

I can't ever remember enjoying swimming in England untilJune, can you ?

The water's so warm here that I could stay in all day.

There's a dangerous undertow, and there was a man drowned here last year.

I never have any fear of drowning, have you ?

Come, I'll take you home.

Before she married, she was the beautiful Rebecca Hildreth, you know.
[ Mrs. Van Hopper ] Oh,yes. I know Mr. de Winter well. I knew his wife too.

She was drowned, poor dear, while she was sailing near Manderley.

I suppose I'd better have it. Wretched stuff!
He never talks about it, of course, but he's a broken man.

Give me a chocolate, quick !

Oh, there you are. It's about time.

Hurry up. I want to play some rummy.

[ Mrs. Van Hopper's Voice ] She was the beautiful Rebecca Hildreth, you know.

They say he simply adored her.

She was the beautiful Rebecca Hildreth,you know.

I suppose he just can't get over his wife's death.

She was the beautiful Rebecca Hildreth,you know.

But he's a broken man.

-Oh, I thought I'd take a tennis lesson. -I see.
- Bonjour. - Well, where are you going ?

and you've conceived a schoolgirl crush on him.
I suppose you've had a look at the pro, and he's desperately handsome...

All right, go ahead. Make the most of it.

- Off duty? - Oh, yes.

Mrs. Van Hopper's cold has turned into flu, so she's got a trained nurse.

- I'm sorry for the nurse. You keen on tennis ? - No, not particularly.

That's good. We'll go for a drive.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Van Hopper. How are you feeling ?

That pro must have been teaching you other things than tennis.
You got on rather well with him, didn't you ?

Hurry up. I want you to make some calls.

I wonder if Mr. de Winter is still in the hotel.

May I go now ?

For the number of lessons you've had, you ought to be ready for Wimbledon.

But this will be your last, so make the most of it.

The trouble is, with me laid up like this, you haven't had enough to do.

But I'm getting rid of that nurse today,

and from now on you'll stick to your job.

Yes, Mrs. Van Hopper.

- Nurse ! - Yes, Mrs. Van Hopper?

- Why, yes, madame. - I simply can't believe it.
Are you absolutely sure you left those messages for Mr. de Winter ?

He would most certainly have called me back.

Oh, well. Poor boy. I simply hate to see him so alone.

that bottled up the memory like perfume.
You know, I, I wish there could be an invention...

And it never faded, never got stale.

Then whenever I wanted to, I could uncork the bottle...

and live the memory all over again.

And what particular moment would you want to keep ?

Oh, all of them, all these last few days.

Sometimes, you know, those little bottles contain demons...
I feel as though I'd, I'd collected a whole shelf full of bottles.
that have a way of popping out at you...

just as you're trying most desperately to forget.

Stop biting your nails.

Oh, I wish I were a woman of 36,

dressed in black satin, with a string of pearls.

[ Laughing ] You wouldn't be here with me if you were.

Oh, it's obvious that you want to be kind,
Would you please tell me, Mr. de Winter, why you asked me to come out with you ?

but why do you choose me for your charity ?

[ Pulls Parking Brake ]

I asked you to come out with me because I wanted your company.

You've blotted out the past for me more...

than all the bright lights of Monte Carlo.

But if you think I just asked you out of kindness or charity,

you can leave the car now and fiind your own way home.

[ Sobbing ]
Go on, open the door and get out.

Better blow your nose.

[ Blowing Nose ]

Please don't call me Mr. de Winter.

George Fortescue Maximilian. But you needn't bother with them all at once.
I have a very impressive array of fiirst names.

My family call me Maxim.

And another thing.

or to be 36 years old.
Please promise me never to wear black satin or pearls...

Yes, Maxim.

[ Mrs. Van Hopper ] Ror the love of Pete! Come here!

What do you think ? My daughter's engaged to be married.

- Oh, really ? How nice. - We must leave for New York at once.

Get reservations on the Aquitania, and we'll take the 1 2..30 train for Cherbourg.

Hurry up and get a maid to help with the packing. We've no time to waste.

Go on and don't dawdle !

Oh, he's gone out riding ?
Mr. de Winter, please.

He won't be back till noon ?

[ Clock Ticking ]
Oh... well... give me the porter, please.

I'll go and see if there's anything left in my room.

Has Mr. de Winter come in yet ?

Oh, he has ? Would you connect me, please ?

Oh, I-I was looking for my book. I-I suppose I've packed it.

Well, come on. The car's waiting at the door.

[ Phone Ringing ]

I'd like to leave a forwarding address if they happen to fiind that book.

Would you ring Mr. de Winter, please ?

Yes, madam. Cent vingt-deux.

There isn't any answer.

Thank you.

- Tell her to hurry up ! - Yes, madam.

I was looking for Mr. de Winter.

Mr. de Winter just ordered breakfast in his room, mademoiselle.

-[ Knock At Door ] -[ Maxim ] Come in.

I've come to say good-bye. We're going away.
Hello. What are you doing here ? Anything the matter ?

- What on earth are you talking about ? - It's true.

We're going now, and I was afraid I wouldn't see you again.

Where is she taking you to ?

New York. I don't want to go.

I shall hate it. I shall be miserable.

I'll dress in here. I shan't be long

Which would you prefer, New York or Manderley?

Oh, please don't joke about it. Mrs. Van Hopper's waiting...

I repeat what I said.
and I-I'd better say good-bye now.

Either you go to America with Mrs. Van Hopper,

or you come home to Manderley with me.

You mean you want a secretary or something ?

I'm asking you to marry me, you little fool.

-[ Knocking At Door ] - Come in.

Is that my food? I'm famished. I didn't have any breakfast.

Oh, but you don't understand. It's that I'm not the sort of person men marry.
Ah, my suggestion didn't seem to go at all well. I'm sorry.
What on earth do you mean ?

I don't belong in your sort of world, for one thing.

What is my sort of world ?

Oh, well, Manderley. You know what I mean.

Well, I'm the best judge of whether you belong there or not.

Of course, if you don't love me, then it's a different thing.

Fine blow to my conceit, that's all.

Oh, I do love you. I love you most dreadfully.

I've been crying all morning because I thought I'd never see you again.

Bless you for that.

I'll remind you of this one day, and you won't believe me.

It's a pity you have to grow up.

Well, now that's settled, you may pour me out some coffee.

Two lumps of sugar and some milk, please.

Same with my tea. Don't forget.

Who's going to break the news to Mrs. Van Hopper ?

Oh, you tell her. She'll be so angry.

What's the number of her room ?

Oh, she's not there. She's downstairs in the car.

Hello. Give me the desk, please.

Hello. You'll fiind Mrs. Van Hopper waiting outside in her car.

Would you ask her, with my compliments,

if she'd very kindly come up and see me in my room ?

Yes, in my room.

Mr. de Winter says please for you to come up to his room.

Mr. de Winter ? Why, certainly.

It should be in a conservatory,
[ Laughing ] This isn't at all your idea of a proposal, is it ?

you in a white frock with a red rose in your hand...

and a violin playing in the distance,

and I should be making violent love to you behind a palm tree.

- Oh, I don't mind. -[ Knocking At Door ]
[ Laughing ] Poor darling. Never mind.

Don't worry. Don't worry. You won't have to say a word.

I'm so glad you called me, Mr. de Winter.

But a cable came this morning announcing...
I was making a hasty departure. It was so rude of me not to let you know.

that my daughter is engaged to be married.

That's rather a coincidence, Mrs. Van Hopper.

I asked you up here in order to tell you of my engagement.

How romantic. Who is the lucky lady ?
You don't mean it ! Oh, how perfectly wonderful !

I do hope it won't inconvenience you too greatly.
I apologize for depriving you of your companion in this abrupt way.

When did all this happen ?

Just now, Mrs. Van Hopper. Just a few minutes ago.

I simply can't believe it.

I suppose I ought to scold you for not...

having breathed a word of all this to me.

What am I thinking of?

I shall give you both my congratulations and blessings.

- Here, as soon as possible. - A whirlwind romance !
I'm very happy for you both. When and where is the wedding to be ?

Splendid ! I could easily postpone my sailing for a week.

This poor child has no mother,

so I shall take responsibility for all the arrangements--

trousseau, reception and everything.

And I'll give the bride away. But our luggage.

- Go down and tell the porter to take everything out of the car. -Just a minute.

We're most grateful, but I think we'd both...

prefer to have it as quiet as possible.

No, no, no. Dear, I'll go down and see that your luggage is brought back.
- I couldn't possibly allow you to change your sailing plans. - Oh, but--

Thank you, Maxim.

So this is what's been happening during my illness.

Tennis lessons, my foot !

I suppose I have to hand it to you for a fast worker.

How did you manage it ? Still waters certainly run deep.

I don't know what you mean.
Tell me, have you been doing anything you shouldn't ?

But you certainly have your work cut out as mistress of Manderley.
Oh, well, never mind. I always did say that Englishmen have strange tastes.

You haven't the experience.
To be perfectly frank with you, my dear, I can't see you doing it.

Of course, you know why he's marrying you, don't you ?
You haven't the faintest idea what it means to be a great lady.

You haven't flattered yourself that he's in love with you.

The fact is, that empty house got on his nerves to such an extent...

he nearly went off his head.

He just couldn't go on living alone.

You'd better leave, Mrs. Van Hopper. You'll miss your train.

Hmm. Mrs. de Winter.

Good-bye, my dear, and good luck !

[ Door Closes ]

[ Conversing In French ]

[ Laughs ] He says I've forgotten the proof that we're married.
Monsieur ! Vous avez oubliez votre carnet de mariage.

Good heavens !

[ Both Laughing ]

Ah, somebody else had the same idea.

[ Chattering ]

- Isn't she sweet ? - Yes.

You'd have liked a bridal veil, wouldn't you ?

Or at least--

Madame, madame, combien c'a fait ? Tout de tout ?

Oh, Maxim, how lovely.
Je vous remercie mille fois, madame. Merci.

Oh, how perfectly lovely.

Ah... oh... perfectly lovely.

[ Car Horn Honking ]

- Welcome home, Mr. de Winter. - Thank you, Smith.

- Cold, darling ? - Yes,just a little bit.

There's no need to be frightened, you know.

Just be yourself, and they'll all adore you.

You don't have to worry about the house at all.

Mrs. Danvers is the housekeeper. Just leave it to her.

Hello. Starting to rain. We'd better hurry up.

Here, have this. Put it over your head.

Thank you. [ Sniffles ]

[ Laughs ]

That's it. That's Manderley.

Here we are, Frith. Everybody well ?

Yes, thank you, sir. Glad to see you home, sir.

- This is Mrs. de Winter, Frith. - How do you do ?

I didn't expect the whole staff to be in attendance.

Mrs. Danvers' orders, sir.

Oh. Sorry about this. Won't take long.

[ Maxim ] This is Mrs. Danvers.

How do you do ?

How do you do ?

I have everything in readiness for you.

That's very good of you. I didn't expect anything.

[ Maxim ] I think we'd like some tea, Rrith.

[ Rrith ] It's ready in the library, sir.

[ Maxim ] Come along, darling.

[ Knocking At Door ]

Oh, Maxim ! Come in !

Oh, good evening, Mrs. Danvers.

Good evening, madam.

-[ Door Closes ] - I hope Alice was satisfactory, madam.

- Oh, yes, thank you. Perfectly. - She's the parlor maid.

She'll have to look after you until your own maid arrives.

Oh, but I haven't a maid. I'm sure Alice will do very nicely.

I'm afraid that would not do for very long, madam.

I hope you approve the new decoration of these rooms, madam.
It's usual for ladies in your position to have a personal maid.

Oh, I didn't know it had been changed.

I hope you haven't been to too much trouble.

I only followed out Mr. de Winter's instructions.

Oh, well, what did it look like before ?

It had an old paper and different hangings.

It was never used much, except for occasional visitors.

Oh, then it wasn't Mr. de Winter's room originally ?

Of course, there's no view of the sea from here.
No, madam. He's never used the east wing before.

The only good view of the sea is from the west wing.

If there's anything you want done, madam, you have only to tell me.
The room's very charming, and I'm sure I'll be comfortable.

Not so long as Frith. He was here when the old gentleman was living,
I suppose you've been at Manderley for many years, longer than anyone else.

when Mr. de Winter was a boy.

Oh, I see. And you didn't come until after that ?

I came here when the fiirst Mrs. de Winter was a bride.

Mrs. Danvers, I do hope we'll be friends.

and I do want to make a success of it...
You must be patient with me. This sort of life is new to me,

and make Mr. de Winter happy.

So I know I can leave all the household arrangements to you.

Very well. I hope I shall do everything to your satisfaction, madam.

I've managed the house since Mrs. de Winter's death,

and Mr. de Winter has never complained.

I think I'll go downstairs now.

That room in the west wing I was telling you about is there through that door.

It's not used now.

It's the most beautiful room in the house--

the only one that looks down across the lawns to the sea.

It was Mrs. de Winter's room.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

You're Mrs. de Winter, aren't you ?

- Yes. - My name's Crawley.

I-I manage the estate for Maxim.

Awfully glad to meet you.

[ Chuckles ] Fearful lot of stuff piled up while Maxim was away.

Yes, I'm sure there must have been.

I, I do wish I could help with some of it.

Oh, no. Frank never allows anybody to help him.

He's like an old mother hen with his bills and rents and taxes.

- Come on, Frank. We must go over these estimates. - I'll get my papers.

You'll fiind quantities of breakfast over there.

- You must eat it all, or cook will be mortally offended. - I'll do my best, Maxim.

I have to go over the place with Frank to make sure he hasn't lost any of it.

- But you'll be all right, won't you ? - Mm-hmm.

Getting acquainted with your new home ?

Have a look at The Times. There's a thrilling article...

on what's the matter with English cricket.

Oh, uh, yes, um--

- Today ? - Yes.
My sister Beatrice and her husband Giles Lacy have invited themselves for lunch.

I suppose the old girl can't wait to look you over.

You'll fiind her very direct.

If she doesn't like you, she'll tell you so to your face.

Don't worry, darling. I'll be back in time to protect you from her.

- Good-bye, darling. - Good-bye, Maxim.

- Good-bye. - Good-bye.

- Good morning, madam. - Good morning, Frith.

Isn't there anything I could get for you, madam ?

Oh, no, thank you, Frith. I'm really not very hungry.

Thank you.

- The paper, madam. - Oh, yes. Thank you, Frith.

- Madam. - I slipped.

Oh, thank you, Frith.

- It's big, isn't it ? - Yes, madam. Manderley is a big place.

This was the banquet hall in the old days.

It's still used on great occasions, such as a big dinner or a ball,

That's nice.
and the public is admitted here, you know, once a week.

I beg pardon, madam.

I'm afraid the fiire is not usually lit in the library until the afternoon.

But you'll fiind one in the morning room.

Of course, if you wish this fiire lit now, madam--

Oh, no, Frith. I wouldn't dream of it.

Uh, Mrs. de Winter-- [ Clears Throat ]

I mean, the late Mrs. de Winter always did her correspondence...

and telephoning in the morning room after breakfast.

Thank you, Frith.

Is anything wrong, madam ?

[ Chuckles ] Oh, no. Uh, which way is the morning room ?

- Oh, it's that door there on the left. - Oh, yes, thank you.

[ Phone Ringing ]

Mrs. de Winter ? Oh, I'm afraid you've made a mistake.

Oh, I mean I-- [ Gasps ]
Mrs. de Winter's been dead for over a year.

- Oh. - That was the house telephone, madam.

Probably the head gardener wishing instructions.

Did you want to see me, Mrs. Danvers ?

Mr. de Winter informed me that his sister Mrs. Lacy...

and Major Lacy are expected for luncheon.

I'd like to know if you approve of the menu.

Oh, well, I-I'm sure it's very suitable, very nice indeed.

Mrs. de Winter was most particular about sauces.
You'll notice, madam, that I've left a blank space for the sauce.

Let's have whatever you think that Mrs. de Winter would have wanted.

Thank you, madam.

My let-- My letters ?
When you've fiinished your letters, Robert will take them to the post.

Oh, yes, of course. Thank you, Mrs. Danvers.

[ Door Closes ]

- How are you, Frith ? - Good morning, Mrs. Lacy.

- Where's Mr. de Winter ? - I believe he went down to the farm with Mr. Crawley.

How tiresome of him not to be here when we arrive, and how typical !

[ Whimpering ]

[ Beatrice ] I must say, old Danvers keeps the house looking lovely.

She certainly learned that trick of arranging flowers from Rebecca.

[ Giles ] I wonder how she likes it now,

being ordered about by an ex-chorus girl.

[ Beatrice ] Where on earth did you get the idea she's an ex-chorus girl?

He picked her up in the South of France, didn't he ?

- What if he did ? - Well, I mean to say, there you are.

How do you do ? I-I'm Maxim's wife.

Don't be so silly. She's exactly what I told you she'd be.
How do you do ? Well, I must say you're quite different from what I expected.

- Well, how do you like Manderley ? - Very beautiful, isn't it ?

And how do you get along with Mrs. Danvers ?

You mean she scares you ? She's not exactly an oil painting, is she ?
Well, I-- I've never met anyone quite like her before.

I'll try and fiind Maxim, shall I ?
Giles, you're very much in the way here. Go somewhere else.

Giles.

I-I didn't mean to say anything against Mrs. Danvers.

Oh, there's no need for you to be frightened of her.

But I shouldn't have any more to do with her than you can help.

- Shall we sit down ? - Oh, yes, yes, please.

and she must resent you bitterly.
You see, she's bound to be insanely jealous at fiirst,

- Why should she ? - Don't you know ?

I should have thought Maxim would have told you.

She simply adored Rebecca.

- How are you, Robert ? - Quite well, thank, you, madam.

- Still having trouble with your teeth ? - Unfortunately yes, madam.

- Thank you, madam. - Ooh, what a plateful.
You should have them out, all of them. Wretched nuisances, teeth.

-Do you hunt ? -I don't. I'm afraid I don't even ride.

Which do you ride, sidesaddle or astride ?
Oh, have to ride down here. We all do.
Oh, yes, of course, I forgot. You don't, do you ?

Huh, you must. Nothing else to do down here.

Maxim, when are you going to have parties here again like the old days ?

Yes, I bet they are.
- I haven't thought about it. - But everyone's dying to see you and--

Why don't you have the masquerade ball again ?

- Well-- - My dear, are you fond of dancing ?

Oh, I love it, but I'm not very good at it.

- Do you rhumba ? - I've never tried.

You must teach me. I say, old boy, I'm trying to fiind out exactly what your wife does do.

[ Chuckles ] Well, she sketches a little.

Sketches ! Not this modern stuff, I hope.

You know, portrait of a lamp shade upside-down...

to represent a soul in torment.

- Don't sail, do you ? - No, I don't.

Well, thank goodness for that. Huh ?

You're very much in love with Maxim, aren't you ?

Yes, I can see you are.

Don't mind my saying so, but why don't you do something about your hair ?

Why don't you have it cut or sweep it back behind your ears ?

- Does he like it like that ? - Well, he never mentions it.
Oh, no, that's worse. What does Maxim say about it ?

Oh, well, don't go by me.

I can see by the way you dress, you don't care a hoot how you look.

But I wonder Maxim hasn't been at you.

He's so particular about clothes.

I don't think he ever notices what I wear.

Oh, well, he must have changed a lot, then. [ Chuckles ]

You mustn't worry about old Maxim and his moods.

Often he gets into a terrible rage, and when he does--
One never knows what goes on in that quiet mind of his.

[ Whistles ] But I don't suppose he'll lose his temper with you.

You seem such a placid little thing.

- Come along, old girl. We've got to be on the fiirst tee at 3..00. - All right, I'm coming.

Well, good-bye, Maxim, old boy.

Good-bye, Giles. Thanks for coming, old boy.

We both really hope you'll be very happy.
Good-bye, my dear. Forgive me for asking you so many rude questions.

Oh, thank you, Beatrice. Thank you very much.

And I must congratulate you on the way Maxim looks.

We were very worried about him this time last year.

But then, of course, you know the whole story.

-[ Maxim ] Good-bye, Beatrice, darling. -Good-bye, old boy.

[ Car Engine Starts ]

- Good-bye. - Good-bye.

Looks as though we might have a shower, but you won't mind that, will you ?
Well, thank heavens they've gone. Now we can have a walk about the place.

- No, but I'll go get a coat. - There's a heap of mackintoshes in the flower room.

- What did you think of Beatrice ? - Oh, I liked her very much.
Robert, run and get a coat from the flower room for Mrs. de Winter, will you ?

But she kept saying that I was quite different from what she expected.

What the devil did she expect ?

Oh, someone smarter and more sophisticated, I'm afraid.

Do you like my hair ?

Your hair ? Yes, of course I do. What's the matter with it ?

Oh, I don't know. I just wondered.

[ Laughing ] How funny you are.

Yes, certainly, certainly, certainly. Can't be too careful with children.
- Thank you. - Do I have to put it on ?

Come on,Jasper. Come and take some of that fat off.

Jasper ! Here, not that way !

Come here! [ Whistles ]

Where does that lead to ?

Oh, no, it's a perfectly dull, uninteresting stretch of sand, just like any other.
- Oh, it leads to a little cove where we used to keep a boat. - Oh, let's go down there.
- Oh, please. - Well, all right.

We'll walk down and take a look, if you really want to.

[Jasper Barking, Howling ]

-No, he's all right. -Don't you think I'd better go and see ?
That's Jasper. There must be something wrong. Perhaps he's hurt himself.

Don't bother about him. He can't come to any harm. He'll fiind his own way back.

[ Barking Continues ]

Oh, there you are.
Jasper ! Jasper !

[ Barking Continues ]

What do you want in there,Jasper ? Come on. Come on home.

Let's go home. Jasper. Jas--

I know that dog. He comes fr' the house.
Oh... I didn't know that there was anybody--
He ain't your'n.

No, he's Mr. de Winter's dog.

Have you anything I could tie him with ?

Come on,Jasper.

You won't tell anyone you saw me in there, will ya ?

Don't you belong on the estate ?

She's gone in the sea, ain't she ?
I weren't doin' nothin'. I was just puttin' my shells away.

She'll never come back no more.

No, she'll never come back. Come on,Jasper.

Maxim ! What's the matter?

Maxim !

I'm sorry I was such a time, but I had to fiind a rope forJasper.

Hurry up,Jasper ! For heaven's sake !

You knew I didn't want you to go there, but you deliberately went.
Please wait for me. Maxim, what is it ? You look so angry.

Why not ? There was only a cottage down there and a strange man--

You didn't go into the cottage, did you ? Yes. The door--

Well, don't go there again, do you hear ! Well, why not ?

If you had my memories, you wouldn't go there or even think about it !

We should have stayed away. We should never have come back to Manderley.
What's the matter ? Oh, I'm sorry. Please.

Oh, what a fool I was !

I've made you unhappy. Somehow I've hurt you.

Oh, I can't bear to see you like this...

because I love you so much.

Do you ? Do you ?

I've made you cry. Forgive me.

I sometimes seem to fly off the handle for no reason at all.

Don't I ?

Yes, let's forget all about it.
Come, we'll go home, have some tea and forget all about it.

Here, let me haveJasper.

I was just wondering if you meant what you said the other day...
- Hello. Come in. - Oh, please don't get up, Mr. Crawley.

about showing me the run of things ?

- Of course I did. - What are you doing now ?

Notifying all the tenants that, in celebration...

of Maxim's return with his bride,

this week's rent will be free.

Oh, was that Maxim's idea ?

Oh, yes. All the servants get an extra week's wages too.

Oh, he didn't tell me. [ Chuckles ]

Can't I help you ? I could at least lick the stamps.

That's terribly nice of you. Won't you sit down ?

Oh, yes, thank you.

I, I was down at the cottage on the beach the other day.

-Jasper kept barking at him. - Oh, yes. Must've been Ben.
There was a man there-- a queer sort of person.

Excuse me. He's quite harmless.

We give him odd jobs now and then.

That cottage place seemed to be going to wreck and ruin.

Why isn't something done about it ?

Are those all Rebecca's things down there ?
Well, I think if Maxim wanted anything done about it, he'd tell me.

Yes. Yes, they are.

What did she use the cottage for ?

The boat used to be moored near there.

What boat ? What happened to it ?

Was that the boat she was sailing in when she was drowned ?

Wasn't she afraid to go out like that alone ?
Yes. It capsized and sank. She was washed overboard.

She wasn't afraid of anything.

Where did they fiind her ?

Maxim went up to identify her. It was horrible for him.
Near Edgecombe, about 40 miles up channel, about two months afterwards.
Yes, it must have been.

Mr. Crawley, please don't think me morbidly curious.

It isn't that. It's just that I feel at such a disadvantage.

All the time, whenever I meet anyone,

Maxim's sister or even the servants,

I know they're all thinking the same thing.

They're all comparing me with her, with Rebecca.

Oh, you mustn't think that.

I can't tell you how glad I am that you've married Maxim.

It's going to make all the difference to his life.

And from my point of view, it's very refreshing...

to fiind someone like yourself who's not entirely in tune,

shall we say, with Manderley.

but every day I realize things that she had and that I lack:
That's very sweet of you. I dare say I've been stupid,
beauty and wit and intelligence...

But you have qualities that are just as important--
and, oh, all the things that are so important in a woman.

more important, if I may say so.

Kindliness and sincerity...

and, if you'll forgive me, modesty...

mean more to a husband than all the wit and beauty in the world.

It's up to you, you know, to lead us away from it.
We none of us want to live in the past. Maxim least of all.
Well, I promise you I won't bring this up again,

but before we end this conversation...

would you answer just one more question ?

Tell me, what was Rebecca really like ?
If it's something I'm able to answer, I'll do my best.

I suppose--

I suppose she was the most beautiful creature I ever saw.

- Good evening, Maxim. - Hello.

The fiilms of the honeymoon have arrived at last.

Have we time, do you think, before dinner ?

Well, what on earth have you done to yourself?

Oh, nothing. I just ordered a new dress from London. I hope you don't mind.

- It doesn't seem your type at all. - I thought you'd like it.
Oh, no. Only do you think that sort of thing is right for you ?

And what have you done to your hair ?

[ Laughing ] Oh, I see.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear. I'm sorry.

You look lovely, lovely.

That's very nice... for a change.

Shall we see these pictures ?

Yes, I'd love to see them.

Ah, look, now. Look at that.

Yes, of course, of course. Ah, look at you. There.
Wasn't it wonderful, darling ? Can't we go back there someday ?

Won't our grandchildren be delighted when they see how lovely you were ?

Oh, look at you!

-[ Laughs, Mutters ] - Oh, I like that.

[ Laughing ] Look at that.

- Yes, very nice. - Oh, remember that ?

Oh, dash it ! Look. Oh. Oh. Oh, hang it.
- Yes. - Oh, I wish our honeymoon could have lasted forever, Maxim.
I've threaded it up wrong, as usual, or something.

Yes, Frith, what is it ?

Excuse me, sir. May I have a word with you ?

Yes. Come in.

It's about Robert, sir.

There's been a slight unpleasantness between him and Mrs. Danvers.

- Oh, dear. - Robert is very upset.

This is trouble. What is it ?

It appears Mrs. Danvers has accused Robert...

of stealing a valuable ornament from the morning room.

- What was the thing, anyway ? - The china cupid, sir.
Robert denies the accusation most emphatically, sir.

[ Maxim ] Oh, dear. That's one of our treasures, isn't it ?

Well, tell Mrs. Danvers to get to the bottom of it somehow and I'm sure it wasn't Robert.

[ Rrith ] Very good, sir.

Why do they come to me with these things ? That's your job, sweetheart.

Maxim, I wanted to tell you, but, um, well, I forgot.

- The fact is, I broke the china cupid. - You broke it ?

I don't know. I didn't like to.
Now, why on earth didn't you say something about it when Frith was here ?

I was afraid he'd think me a fool.

Well, he'll think you much more a fool now.

You'll have to explain to him and Mrs. Danvers.

- No, you do it. I'll go upstairs. - Don't be such a little idiot.

It was all a mistake, Mrs. Danvers.
Anybody would think you were afraid of them.

Apparently, Mrs. de Winter broke the cupid herself...

and forgot to say anything about it.

Is it possible to repair the ornament, madam ?
I'm so sorry. I-- I never thought that I'd get Robert into trouble.

No, I'm afraid it isn't. It was smashed into pieces.

What did you do with the pieces ?

Well, it looks as though Mrs. de Winter were afraid...
Well, I-I put them at the back of one of the drawers in the writing desk.

you were going to put her in prison, doesn't it, Mrs. Danvers ?

I shall apologize to Robert, of course.
Find the pieces, see if they can be mended and tell Robert to dry his tears.

Yes, yes, all right. Thank you, Mrs. Danvers.
Perhaps if such a thing happens again, Mrs. de Winter will tell me personally--

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Well, I suppose that clip will hold all right. I don't know.

Mrs. Danvers must be furious with me.
I'm awfully sorry, darling. It was very careless of me.

Oh, hang Mrs. Danvers. Why on earth should you be frightened of her?

You behave more like an upstairs maid or something,

not like the mistress of the house at all.

Yes, I know I do. But I feel so uncomfortable.

with people looking me up and down as if I were a prize cow.
I, I try my best every day, but it's very diffiicult...

Well, what does it matter if they do ?

You must remember that life at Manderley...

is the only thing that interests anybody down here.

What a slap in the eye I must have been to them, then.

I suppose that's why you married me.

Because you knew I was dull and gauche and inexperienced...

Gossip ? What do you mean ?
and there could never be any gossip about me.

I-I don't know. I just said it for something to say.

Don't look at me like that.

Maxim, what's the matter ? What have I said ?

No. It was rude, hateful.
It wasn't a very attractive thing to say, was it ?

I wonder if I did a very selfiish thing in marrying you.

How do you mean ?

I'm not much of a companion to you, am I ?

You don't get much fun, do you ?

You ought to have married a boy, someone of your own age.

Are we ? I don't know.
Maxim, why do you say this ? Of course we're companions.

I'm very diffiicult to live with.

Our marriage is a success, isn't it ? A great success ?
No, you're not diffiicult. You're easy, very easy.

We're happy, aren't we ? Terribly happy.

If you don't think we are happy,

it would be much better if you didn't pretend.

I'll go away.

Why don't you answer me ?

How can I answer you when I don't know the answer myself?

If you say we're happy, let's leave it at that.

Happiness is something I know nothing about.

[ Projector Running ]

Oh, look, there's the one...

when I left the camera running on the tripod, remember ?

Pardon me, madam. Is there anything I can do for you ?

I'm all right, Hilda. Thank you very much.

I'll bring the sandwiches immediately, madam.

[ Door Closes ]

- Hilda. - Yes, madam ?

No, madam. Not since the death of Mrs. de Winter.
The west wing-- Nobody ever uses it anymore, do they ?

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Mrs. Danvers ] Come along, Mr.Jack, or someone may see you.

-[Jasper Barking ] - I've been simply breathless to pick up all the news.
[ Ravell ] Well, Danny, old harpy, it's been good to see you again.

[ Mrs. Danvers ] I don't think it's wise for you to come here, Mr.Jack.

-Jasper, come here. - Oh, nonsense. It's just like coming back home.

- Quiet, Mr.Jack. - Yes, and we must be careful not to shock Cinderella.

[ Ravell ] I must say I feel a little like the poor relation,
She's in the morning room. If you leave through the garden door, she won't see you.

sneaking around through back doors.

- Well, toodle-oo, Danny. - Good-bye, Mr.Jack, and be careful.

Looking for me ? Oh, I didn't make you jump, did I ?

No, of course not. I didn't quite know who it was.

I'm glad there's someone in the family to welcome me back to Manderley.
- [Jasper Barking ] - Yes, you're pleased to see me, aren't you, old boy ?

And, um, how is dear old Max ?

Very well, thank you.

That's too bad.
I hear he went up to London, left his little bride all alone.

Isn't he rather afraid that somebody might come down and carry you off?

Danny, all your precautions were in vain.

The mistress of the house was hiding behind the door.

- This is Mr. Favell, madam. - How do you do ?
Oh, what about presenting me to the bride ?

How do you do ?

Won't you have some tea or something ?

Now, isn't that a charming invitation ?

Oh, well, perhaps you're right. Pity, just when we were getting on so nicely.
I've been asked to stay to tea, Danny, and I've a good mind to accept.

Good-bye. It's been fun meeting you.
We mustn't lead the young bride astray, must we,Jasper ?

if you wouldn't mention this little visit to your revered husband.
Oh, and by the way, it would be very decent of you...

He doesn't exactly approve of me.

- Very well. - That's very sporting of you.

I'm just a lonely old bachelor.
I wish I had a young bride of three months waiting for me at home.

Fare thee well. [ Grunts ]

Danny didn't tell you, did she ? I am Rebecca's favorite cousin.
Oh, and I know what was wrong with that introduction.

Toodle-oo.

[ Window Slams ]

Do you wish anything, madam ?

I didn't expect to see you, Mrs. Danvers.

I noticed a window wasn't closed, and I came up to see if I could fasten it.

You opened it yourself, didn't you ?
Why did you say that ? I closed it before I left the room.

Why did you never ask me to show it to you ?
You've always wanted to see this room, haven't you, madam ?

I was ready to show it to you every day.

It's a lovely room, isn't it ?

The loveliest room you've ever seen.

Everything is kept just as Mrs. de Winter liked it.

Nothing has been altered since that last night.

Come. I'll show you her dressing room.

This is where I keep all her clothes.

You would like to see them, wouldn't you ?

Feel this.

It was a Christmas present from Mr. de Winter.

He was always giving her expensive gifts, the whole year round.

I keep her underwear on this side.

They were made specially for her by the nuns in the Convent of St. Claire.

I always used to wait up for her, no matter how late.

Sometimes she and Mr. de Winter didn't come home until dawn.

She knew everyone that mattered, and everyone loved her.
While she was undressing, she'd tell me about the party she'd been to.

she'd go into the bedroom and go over to the dressing table.
When she'd fiinished her bath,

Oh, you've moved her brush, haven't you ?

There, that's better-- just as she always laid it down.

I'd stand behind her like this and brush away for 20 minutes at a time.
''Come on, Danny, hair drill,'' she would say.
And then she would say,

''Good night, Danny,'' and step into her bed.

I embroidered this case for her myself,

and I keep it here always.

Did you ever see anything so delicate ?

Look, you can see my hand through it.

You wouldn't think she'd been gone so long, would you ?

I fancy I hear her just behind me.
Sometimes when I walk along the corridor,

That quick, light step. I couldn't mistake it anywhere.

I can almost hear it now.
It's not only in this room. It's in all the rooms in the house.

Do you think the dead come back and watch the living ?

[ Sobbing ] No, I don't believe it.

and watch you and Mr. de Winter together.
Sometimes I wonder if she doesn't come back here to Manderley...

and listen to the sea ?
You look tired. Why don't you stay here a while and rest...

It's so soothing.

Listen to it.

Listen.

Listen to the sea.

Tell Mrs. Danvers I wish to see her immediately.

Yes, Mrs. Danvers.
You sent for me, madam ?

I want you to get rid of all these things.

These are Mrs. de Winter's things.

I am Mrs. de Winter now.

Very well. I'll give the instructions.

[ Car Horn Honking ]

Just a moment, please.

In fact, I'd prefer to forget everything that happened this afternoon.
Mrs. Danvers, I intend to say nothing to Mr. de Winter about Mr. Favell's visit.

Oh, Maxim, Maxim, you've been gone all day !

You're choking me. Well. Well, well, well.

- What have you been doing ? - Oh, I've been thinking.

- What did you want to do that for ? - Come in here and I'll tell you.

Darling, could we have a costume ball...

just as you used to ?

Now, what put that into your mind ?

Has Beatrice been at you ?

No, no, but I feel that we ought to do something...

to make people feel that Manderley is just the same as it always was.

Oh, please, darling, could we ?

You don't know what it would mean, you know.

You would have to be hostess to hundreds of people, all the county.

Oh, yes, but I want to. Oh, please.
And a lot of young people would come up from London and turn the house into a night club.

I've never been to a large party, but I could learn what to do.

And I promise you, you wouldn't be ashamed of me.

All right, if you think you'd enjoy it.

You'd better get Mrs. Danvers to help you, hadn't you ?

No, no. I don't need Mrs. Danvers to help me.

- I can do it myself. - All right, my sweet.

- Oh, what'll you go as ? - Oh, I never dress up.
Oh, thank you, darling. Thank you.

That's the one privilege I claim as the host.

What will you be ? Alice in Wonderland with that ribbon around your hair ?

I won't tell. I'll design my costume...

all by myself and give you the surprise of your life.

[ Both Laughing ]

-[ Knock At Door ] - Come in.

Robert found these sketches in the library, madam.

- Did you intend throwing them away ? - Yes, Mrs. Danvers, I did.

Hasn't Mr. de Winter suggested anything ?
They were just some ideas I was sketching for my costume for the ball.

No, I want to surprise him. I don't want him to know anything about it.

I merely thought that you might fiind a costume...

among the family portraits that would suit you.

Oh, you mean those at the top of the stairs ? I'll go and look at them.

I'm sure you could have it copied.
This one, for instance. It might have been designed for you.

It's Lady Caroline de Winter, one of his ancestors.
I've heard Mr. de Winter say that this is his favorite of all the paintings.

Oh, well, well, that's a splendid idea, Mrs. Danvers. I'm-I'm very grateful.

- Everything under control, Frith ? - Yes, sir. Thank you.

Oh, no, this is just my old cap and gown.
Excuse me, sir. Are you supposed to be a schoolmaster ?

Certainly makes a very nice costume, sir, and economical too.

Yes. That was the idea.

Evening, Robert. Not very good weather for the ball.

- No, sir. - Very misty on the way and very chilly.

Hello. What's the idea ? Adam and Eve ?
Oh, this wig's so tight, they ought to have sent an aspirin with it.

- Oh, Maxim, don't be disgusting. - Strong man, old man.

- Where's my weight thing ? - What thing ?

- You haven't left it in the car ? - Oh, no, there it is.

Are you the fiirst one down ? Where's the child ?

She's keeping her costume a terrifiic secret. Wouldn't let me into her room.

Oh, lovely.

I'll go up and give her a hand.

- I could do with a drink. - Won't you catch cold in that thing ?

- Don't be silly. Pure wool, old boy. - [ Laughs ]

Oh, thank you.
Pardon me, sir. You forgot this.

Here I am, dear. It's Bee. I've come to give you a hand.

Oh, please don't come in, Beatrice. I don't want anyone to see my costume.

Oh. Oh, well, you won't be long, will you ?

Because the fiirst people will be arriving any moment.

- Oh, isn't this exciting ? - Indeed it is, madam.
- Now, you're sure that's where that should be ? - Yes, madam, it's just right.

I've always heard of the Manderley Ball. Now I'm really going to see one.

I'm sure there'll be no one there to touch you, madam.

Do you really think so ? Now, where's my fan ?

Now, you're sure I look all right ?

You look ever so beautiful.

Well, here goes.

Good evening, Mr. de Winter.
[ Chattering, Laughing ]

What the devil do you think you're doing ?

Rebecca ! Oh.

But i-it's the picture, the one in the gallery.

What is it ? What have I done ?

Go and take it off. It doesn't matter what you put on. Anything will do.

What are you standing there for ? Didn't you hear what I said ?

Sir George and Lady Moore.

Dudley Tennant. Admiral and Lady Burbank.

I watched you go down... just as I watched her a year ago.

Even in the same dress, you couldn't compare.

You knew it ! You knew that she wore it,

and yet you deliberately suggested I wear it !

You tried to take her place. You let him marry you.
Why do you hate me ? What have I done to you that you should ever hate me so ?

I've seen his face, his eyes.

They're the same as those fiirst weeks after she died.

all night long, night after night,
I used to listen to him walking up and down, up and down,

I don't want to know. I don't want to know.
thinking of her, suffering torture because he'd lost her.

You thought you could be Mrs. de Winter,

live in her house, walk in her steps, take the things that were hers.

But she's too strong for you. You can't fiight her.

No one ever got the better of her, never, never.

- It was the sea ! - Oh, stop it, stop it. Oh, stop it.
She was beaten in the end, but it wasn't a man, it wasn't a woman.

[ Sobbing Continues ]

You're overwrought, madam. I've opened a window for you.

A little air will do you good.

Why don't you go ? Why don't you leave Manderley ?

He's got his memories.
He doesn't need you.

He doesn't love you. He wants to be alone again with her.

You've nothing to stay for.

You've nothing to live for, really, have you ?

Why don't you ?
Look down there. It's easy, isn't it ?

Why don't you ?

Go on... go on.

Don't be afraid.

[ Explosion ]

[ Shouting, Chattering ]

[ Man ] Shipwreck! Ship on the rocks!

It's a ship aground, sending up rockets.

Shipwreck ! Come on, everybody, down to the bay ! Notify the Coast Guard !

Oh, Maxim ! Maxim !

Maxim ! Maxim !
- Ship ashore ! - Come on, come on ! Everybody !

[ Shouting Continues ]

Oh !

She won't come back, will she ? You said so.
Ben, have you seen Mr. de Winter anywhere ?

Who, Ben ? What do you mean ?

Uh, the other one.

Oh, Frank, have you seen Maxim anywhere ?

Not since about half an hour ago. I thought he'd gone up to the house.

No, he hasn't been to the house at all,

and I'm afraid something might have happened to him.

Frank, what's the matter ? Is anything wrong ?

There is something wrong.

came across the hull of another boat--
Well, the diver who went down to inspect the bottom of the ship...

a little sailboat.

- Frank, is it-- - Yes, it's Rebecca's.

How did they recognize it ?

It'll be so hard on poor Maxim.
He's a local man. Knew it instantly.

Yes, it's going to bring it all back again,

and worse than before.

Why did they have to fiind it ?

Why couldn't they have left it there in peace, at the bottom of the sea ?

All right, Frank. I'll go and look for Maxim.
Well, I'd better get along and arrange some breakfast for the men.

[ Men Chattering ]

Hello.

Maxim.

You haven't had any sleep.

Have you forgiven me ?

For last night, my stupidity about the costume.
Forgiven you ? What have I got to forgive you for ?

I was angry with you, wasn't I ?
Oh, that. I'd forgotten.

Hmm.

Maxim, can't we start all over again ?

I'll be your friend, your companion.
I don't ask that you should love me. I won't ask impossible things.

I'll be happy with that.

You love me very much, don't you ?

But it's too late, my darling.

We've lost our little chance of happiness.

- No, Maxim, no. - Yes. It's all over now.

The thing's happened.

night after night.
The thing I've dreaded day after day,

Maxim, what are you trying to tell me ?

Rebecca has won.

keeping us from one another.
Her shadow has been between us all the time,

She knew that this would happen.

What are you saying ?

Yes, I know. Frank told me. Rebecca's boat.
They sent a diver down. He found another boat.

The diver made another discovery.
Oh, it's terrible for you. I'm so sorry.

He broke one of the ports and looked into the cabin.

There was a body in there.

Then she wasn't alone.

There was someone sailing with her, and you have to fiind out who it was.

That's it, isn't it, Maxim ?

It's Rebecca's body lying there on the cabin floor.
You don't understand. There was no one with her.

[ Shuddering ] Oh, no.

The woman that was washed up at Edgecombe,

the woman that is now buried in the family crypt,

that was not Rebecca.

That was the body of some unknown woman,

I identifiied it, but I knew it wasn't Rebecca.
unclaimed, belonging nowhere.
It was all a lie.

I knew where Rebecca's body was.

Lying on that cabin floor on the bottom of the sea.

How did you know, Maxim ?

Because I put it there.

Will you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me now ?

You see ? I was right.

It's too late.

I love you more than anything in the world.
No, it's not too late. You're not to say that.

Oh, please, Maxim, kiss me, please.

No. It's no use. It's too late.

We can't lose each other now.

We may only have a few days, a few hours.
We must be together always, with no secrets, no shadows.

I nearly did sometimes, but you never seemed close enough.
Maxim, why didn't you tell me before ?

How could I even ask you to love me when I knew you loved Rebecca still ?
How could we be close when I knew you were always thinking of Rebecca ?

What are you talking about ? What do you mean ?

Whenever you looked at me or spoke to me or walked with me in the garden,
Whenever you touched me, I knew you were comparing me with Rebecca.
I knew you were thinking,

''This I did with Rebecca, and this and this.''

Oh, it's true, isn't it ?

You thought I loved Rebecca ? You thought that ?

I hated her.

enchanted by her, as everyone was.
Oh, I was carried away by her,

And when I was married, I was told I was the luckiest man in the world.

She was so lovely,

so accomplished, so amusing.

'' Breeding, brains and beauty.''
''She's got the three things that really matter in a wife,'' everyone said.

And I believed them, completely.

But I never had a moment's happiness with her.

She was incapable of love...

or tenderness or decency.

Do you remember that cliff where you fiirst saw me in Monte Carlo ?
You didn't love her ? You didn't love her ?

Well, I went there with Rebecca on our honeymoon.

That was where I found out about her.

Four days after we were married.

She stood there laughing,

her black hair blowing in the wind,

and told me all about herself.

Everything.

I wanted to kill her.
Things I'll never tell a living soul.

It would have been so easy. Remember the precipice ?

Perhaps I was. Perhaps I am mad.
I frightened you, didn't I ? You thought I was mad.

It wouldn't make for sanity, would it, living with the devil ?

''I'll make a bargain with you,'' she said.

''so I'll play the part of a devoted wife, mistress of your precious Manderley.
''You'd look rather foolish trying to divorce me now after four days of marriage,

''I'll make it the most famous showplace in England, if you like,

''and people will visit us and envy us...

''and say we're the luckiest, happiest couple in the country.

What a grand joke it will be ! What a triumph !''

I should never have accepted her dirty bargain, but I did.

[ Scoffs ] Family honor.
I was younger then and tremendously conscious of the family honor.

She knew that I'd sacrifiice everything...

rather than stand up in a divorce court...

and give her away, admit that our marriage was a rotten fraud.

You can't understand what my feelings were, can you ?
You despise me, don't you ? As I despise myself.

Of course I can, darling. Of course I can.

Oh, she played the game brilliantly.
Well, I kept the bargain. And so did she, apparently.

But after a while, she began to grow careless.

Then she started to bring her friends down here.
She took a flat in London, and she'd stay away for days at a time.

I warned her, but she shrugged her shoulders.

''What's it got to do with you ?'' she said.

Then there was a cousin of hers, a man named Favell.
She even started on Frank. Poor, faithful Frank.

Why didn't you tell me ?
Yes, I know him. He came the day you went to London.

Remind me ! [ Chuckles ]
I didn't like to. I thought it would remind you of Rebecca.

Favell used to visit her here in this cottage.
As if I needed reminding.

I found out about it, and I warned her...

that if he came here again, I'd shoot them both.

I thought that Ravell was with her,
One night when I found that she'd come back quietly from London,

and I knew then I couldn't stand this life of fiilth and deceit any longer.

I decided to come down here and have it out with both of them.

But she was alone.

She was expecting Favell, but he hadn't come.

She was lying on the divan,

a large tray of cigarette stubs beside her.

Suddenly she got up,
She looked ill, queer.

started to walk toward me.

''When I have a child, she said,

''neither you nor anyone else could ever prove it wasn't yours.

Then she started to laugh.
You'd like to have an heir, wouldn't you, Max, for your precious Manderley?''

''How funny. How supremely, wonderfully funny.

''I'd be the perfect mother, just as I've been the perfect wife.

''No one will ever know.

''It ought to give you the thrill of your life, Max,

and to know that when you die, Manderley will be his. ''
''to watch my son grow bigger day by day...

She was face to face with me,

the other holding a cigarette.
one hand in her pocket,

She was smiling.

''Well, Max, what are you going to do about it ?

Aren't you going to kill me ?''

I suppose I went mad for a moment.

I must have struck her.

She stood staring at me.

She looked almost triumphant.

Suddenly she stumbled and fell.
Then she started toward me again, smiling.

She'd struck her head on a heavy piece of ship's tackle.
When I looked down-- ages afterwards, it seemed-- she was lying on the floor.

I remember wondering why she was still smiling...

then I realized she was dead.

But you didn't kill her ! It was an accident !

I just knew I had to do something, anything.
Who would believe me ? I lost my head.
I carried her out to the boat.

I put her in the cabin.
It was very dark. There was no moon.

When the boat seemed a safe distance from the shore, I took a spike...

and drove it again and again through the planking of the hull.

I climbed over into the dinghy and pulled away.
I had opened up the seacocks, and the water began to come in fast.

I saw the boat heel over... and sink.

I pulled back into the cove.

It started raining.

Maxim, does anyone else know this ?

No, no one, except you and me.

We must explain it.

It's got to be the body of someone you've never seen before.

No, they're bound to know her.

Her rings, bracelets she always wore.

the other woman buried in the crypt.
They'll identify her body, then they'll remember the other woman,
If they fiind out it was Rebecca,

you must simply say that you made a mistake about the other body--

that the day you went to Edgecombe, you were ill, you didn't know what you were doing.

Rebecca's dead. That's what we've got to remember.

Rebecca's dead. She can't speak.

She can't bear witness. She can't harm you anymore.

We're the only two people in the world that know, Maxim--you and I.

You can understand now what I meant.
I told you once that I'd done a very selfiish thing in marrying you.

I've loved you, my darling.

I shall always love you.

No, no, she hasn't won.
But I've known all along that Rebecca would win in the end.

No matter what happens now, she hasn't won.

[ Phone Ringing ]

Hello ? Hel--

Hello, Frank. Hello, Frank. Yes.

Who ? ColonelJulyan ?

Yes, tell him I'll meet him there as soon as I possibly can.

What ? Oh.

Well, say we could talk about that when we're sure about the matter.

What's happened ?

He's been asked by the police to go to the mortuary.
ColonelJulyan called. He's the chief constable of the county.

He wants to know if I could possibly have made a mistake...

about that other body.

The mistake was quite natural under the circumstances.
Well, ColonelJulyan, apparently I did make a mistake about that other body.

- Besides, you weren't well at the time. - I was perfectly well.

Well, don't let it worry you, Maxim.

Nobody can blame you for making a mistake.

- What do you mean ? - Oh, there'll have to be another inquest, of course.
The pity is, you've got to go through the same thing all over again.

- The same formality and red tape. - Oh.

Oh, yes, the publicity.
I wish you could be spared the publicity of it, but I'm afraid that's impossible.

I suppose Mrs. de Winter went below for something...

and a squall hit the boat with nobody at the helm.

Oh, yes. Probably the door jammed and she couldn't get on deck again.
I imagine that's about the solution of it, don't you think so, Crawley ?

Yes. Tabb, the boatbuilder,

will undoubtedly come to some such conclusion.

Why ? What would he know about it ?

Well, he's examining the boat now.

Purely as a matter of routine, you know.

I'll be at the inquest tomorrow, Maxim-- quite unoffiicially, you know.

- Yes. - Bye-bye.
We must get together for a game of golf when it's all over, eh ?

I have the evening papers, madam.

- Would you care to see them ? - Oh, no thank you, Frith,

and I'd prefer that Mr. de Winter weren't troubled with them either.

- Oh, thank you, Frith. - I'm afraid the news has been a shock to Mrs. Danvers.
I understand, madam. Permit me to say that we're all most distressed outside.

Yes, I rather expected it would be.

It seems there's to be a coroner's inquest, madam ?

Yes, Frith. It's purely a formality.

Of course, madam. I, I wanted to say...

that if any of us might be required to give evidence,

I should be only too pleased to do anything that might help the family.

But I don't think anything will be necessary.
Oh, thank you, Frith. I'm sure Mr. de Winter will be very happy to hear it.

[ Door Closes ]

Maxim !

Hello, darling.

What do you mean ?
Oh, Maxim, I'm, I'm worried about what you'll do at the inquest tomorrow.

You won't lose your temper, will you ?

Promise me that they won't make you angry.

All right, darling, I promise.

No matter what he asks you, you won't lose your head.

Don't worry, dear.

They can't do anything at once, can they ?

No.

I want to go to the inquest with you.
- Then we've a little time left to be together ? - Yes.

I'd rather you didn't, darling.

But I can't wait here alone.

I promise you I won't be any trouble to you.

And I must be near you so that no matter what happens,

we won't be separated for a moment.

All right, dear.

I can't forget what it's done to you.
I don't mind this whole thing, except for you.

I've been thinking of nothing else since it happened.

it's gone forever.
Ahhh...

won't ever come back.
That funny, young, lost look I loved...

I killed that when I told you about Rebecca.

In a few hours...
It's gone.

you've grown so much older.

[ Sobbing ] Oh, Maxim, Maxim.

BlackJack Brady was his name.

The most important arrest I ever made.

It must have been about two years ago now.

Of course there was no doubt about it.

He was hung a month after I caught him.

- Hello, wait a minute. - [ Murmuring ]

They've got old Balmy Ben up now.

[ Man ] You remember the late Mrs. de Winter, don't you ?

- She's gone. - Yes, we know that.

She went in the sea. The sea got her.

That's right, that's right. Now, we want you to tell us...

- Eh ? - Were you on the shore...
whether you were on the shore that last night she went sailing.

I didn't see nothin'. I don't want to go to the asylum.
that last night she went out, when she didn't come back ?

Them cruel folks there.

Now, nobody's going to send you to the asylum.

All we want you to do is tell us what you saw.

I didn't see nothin'.

I don't know nothin'. I don't want to go to the asylum.
Come, come. Did you see Mrs. de Winter get into her boat that last night ?

- Very well, you may go. - Eh ?

You may go now.

Mr. Tabb, would you step forward, please ?

The evidence you give will be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth ?

The late Mrs. de Winter used to send her boat to your shipyard for reconditioning.
I do, so help me God.

- That's right, sir. - Can you remember any occasion...

- when she had any sort of accident with the boat ? - No, sir.

I often said Mrs. de Winter was a born sailor.

Now, when Mrs. de Winter went below, as is supposed,

and a sudden gust of wind came down,

that would be enough to capsize the boat, wouldn't it ?

- What do you mean, Mr. Tabb ? - I mean, sir, the seacocks.
Excuse me, sir, but there's a little more to it than that.

- What are the seacocks ? -Seacock--

and they're always kept tight closed when you're afloat.
Oh, well, the seacocks are the valves to drain out the boat,
Yes ?

Well, yesterday when I examined that boat, I found they'd been opened.

- What could be the reason for that ? -Just this.

- Are you implying-- - That boat never capsized at all.
That's what flooded the boat and sunk her.
I know it's a terrible thing to say, sir,

but in my opinion, she was scuttled.

[ Murmuring ]

- And there's them 'oles. - What holes ?

Of course, that boat's been underwater for over a year,
- In her planking. - What are you talking about ?

and the tide's been knocking her against the ridge,

but it seemed to me the 'oles looked as if she'd made 'em from the inside.

Then you believe she must have done it deliberately ?

[ Murmuring ]
Couldn't have been no accident, not with her knowledge of boats.

- Oh, yes. - Would you believe her capable of suicide ?
You knew the former Mrs. de Winter very well, I believe ?

No, frankly I would not, but you never can tell.

You may stand down, Mr. Tabb.

Mr. de Winter, please.

[ Pounds Gavel ]

You've heard the statement of Mr. Tabb. I wonder if you can help us in any way.
I'm sorry to drag you back for further questioning, Mr. de Winter.

- I'm afraid not. - Can you think of any reason why there should be holes...

in the planking of the late Mrs. de Winter's boat ?

Well, of course I can't think of any reason.

Has anyone ever discussed these holes with you before ?

Mr. de Winter, I want you to believe we all feel very deeply for you,
Well, since the boat has been at the bottom of the ocean, I scarcely think that likely.

but I don't conduct this inquiry for my own amusement.

- That's rather obvious, isn't it ? - I hope that it is.

You may believe what you like.
Since Mrs. de Winter went sailing alone, are we to believe she drove those holes herself?

Can you enlighten us as to why Mrs. de Winter...

should have wanted to end her own life ?

I know of no reason whatever.

Mr. de Winter, however painful it may be,

I have to ask you a very personal question.

Were relations between you and the late Mrs. de Winter perfectly happy?

I won't stand this any longer ! And you might as well know now--
Were relations between you and the late Mrs. de Winter perfectly happy ?

- [ Gasps, Murmuring ] -[ Gavel Pounding ]

We'll adjourn till after lunch. Mr. de Winter,

I presume you'll be available for us then ?

I told you you should have had some breakfast.

You're hungry. That's what's the matter with you.

Mr. Frith thought you might like to have some lunch from the house and sent me with it.

- Oh, that's fiine, Mullen. Can you pull around the corner ? - Very good, sir.

Awfully foolish of me fainting like that.

Nonsense. If you hadn't fainted, I'd have really lost my temper.

Darling, please be careful.

Darling, wait here a few moments.

- I'll see if I can fiind old Frank. - Of course, darling.

- Don't worry about me. I'll be all right. - Sure ? All right.

Thank you.
Here, have a spot of this. Do you good.

- I won't be long. - Right you are.
- Sure you're all right ? - Yes, of course.

- Ugh. - Hello.

And how does the bride fiind herself today ?

I think you'd better go before Maxim gets back.
I say, marriage with Max is not exactly a bed of roses, is it ?

Oh,jealous, is he ? Well, I can't say I blame him.

But you don't think I'm the Big Bad Wolf, do you ?

I'm not, you know. I'm a perfectly ordinary, harmless bloke.

And I think you're behaving splendidly over all this.

Perfectly splendidly.

You know, you've grown up a bit since I last saw you.

- It's no wonder. - What do you want, Favell ?

Better than you ever expected. I was rather worried about you at fiirst.
Oh, hello, Max. Things are going pretty well for you, aren't they ?

That's why I came down to the inquest.

Lunch ! I say, what a jolly idea ! Rather like a picnic, isn't it ?
I'm touched by your solicitude, but if you don't mind, we'd rather like to have our lunch.

You know, Max, old boy, I really think I ought to talk things over with you.
I'm so sorry. Do you mind if I put this there ?
Talk what things over ?

Well, those holes in the planking, for one thing.

Those holes that were drilled from the inside.

- Oh, Mullen ! - Yes, sir?

Would you, like a good fellow, have my car fiilled with petrol?

- It's almost empty. - Very good, sir.

- And Mullen, close the door, will you ? - Yes, sir.

Does this bother you ?

You know, old boy, I have a strong feeling...

that before the day is out, somebody's going to make use of that...

rather expressive, though somewhat old-fashioned term ''foul play.''

No ? Good.
Am I boring you with all this ?

You've only got to read this note to understand. It's from Rebecca.
Well, you see, Max, I fiind myself in a rather awkward position.

And what's more, she had the foresight to put the date on it.

She wrote it to me the day she died.

Incidentally, I was out on a party on that night,

so I didn't get it until the next day.

What makes you think that note would interest me ?

Oh, I'm not going to bother you with the contents now,

but I can assure you that it is not the note of a woman...

who intends to drown herself that same night.

By the way, what do you do with old bones ?

Bury them, eh, what ?

However, for the time being--

I don't know if you've ever experienced the feeling...
You know, Max, I'm getting awfully fed up with my job as a motorcar salesman.

of driving an expensive motorcar which isn't your own.

But it can be very, very exasperating.

You know what I mean. You want to own the car yourself.

have a nice little place with a few acres of shooting.
I've often wondered what it would be like to retire to the country,

I've never fiigured out what it would cost a year,

but I'd like to talk about it with you.

I'd like to have your advice on how to live comfortably without hard work.

Hello, Favell. You looking for me, Maxim ?

I think we had better conduct it over at the inn.
Yes. Mr. Favell and I have a little business transaction on hand.

Well, see you later.
They may have a private room there.

Come on, Favell. Let's go.
Find ColonelJulyan. Tell him I want to see him immediately.

[ Chattering ]

Have you a private room, please ?

- Of course, sir. Through there, sir. - Thank you.

Oh, it's splendid, splendid. Exactly like the Ritz.
Hope this will do, Mr. de Winter.

- Any orders, gents ? - Yes, you might bring me a large brandy and soda.

How about you, Max ? Have one on me. I feel I can afford to play host.

- Very good, sir. -[Julyan ] Where's Mr. de Winter?
-Thanks. I don't mind if I do. -Make it two, will you, my good fellow ?

Oh, through the other door, sir.

Oh, I know ColonelJulyan. We're old friends, aren't we ?
ColonelJulyan, his is Mr. Favell.

Since you're old friends, I assume you also know he's head of the police here.

I merely said I hoped to give up selling cars and retire.
I think he might be interested to hear your proposition. Go on, tell him all about it.

Actually, he offered to withhold a vital piece of evidence...

if I made it worth his while.

I only want to see justice done, Colonel.

Now, that boatbuilder's evidence...

suggested certain theories concerning Rebecca's death.

One of them, of course, is suicide.

I have a little note here which puts that possibility quite out of court.

''I've just seen the doctor and I'm going down to Manderley right away.
- Read it, Colonel. - ''Jack, darling,

''I shall be at the cottage all evening and shall leave the door open for you.

Now, does that look like the note of a woman who had made up her mind to kill herself?
I have something terribly important to tell you. Rebecca. ''
And apart from that, Colonel, do you mean to tell me that if you wanted to commit suicide,

you'd go to all the trouble of putting out to sea in a boat,

Come, Colonel, as an offiicer of the law,
then take a hammer and chisel and laboriously knock holes through the bottom of it ?

don't you feel there are some slight grounds for suspicion ?

- Of murder ? - What else ?

You've known Max a long time, so you know he's the old-fashioned type...

It's blackmail, pure and simple.
who'd die to defend his honor or who'd kill for it.

Blackmail's not so pure nor so simple.

It can bring a lot of trouble to a great many people,

and the blackmailer sometimes fiinds himself in jail at the end of it.

I see. You're going to hold de Winter's hand through all this...

Be careful, Favell. You've brought an accusation of murder.
just because he's the big noise around here and he's actually permitted you to dine with him.

- Have you any witnesses ? - I do have a witness.

- Oh. - It's that fellow Ben.

If that stupid coroner hadn't been a snob,

- he'd have seen that half-wit was hiding something. - And why should Ben do that ?

Because we caught him once, Rebecca and I, peering at us through the cottage window.

Rebecca threatened him with the asylum. That's why he was afraid to speak.

It's ridiculous even listening to all this.
But he was always hanging about. He must have seen this whole thing.

Ah. You're like a little trades union, all of you, aren't you ?

And if my guess is right, Crawley,

there's a bit of malice in your soul toward me, isn't there ?

Crawley didn't have much success with Rebecca,

The bride will be grateful for your fraternal arm, Crawley...
but he ought to have more luck this time.

in a week or so.

- Every time she faints, in fact. - De Winter!

- Maxim, please ! - De Winter !

That temper of yours will do you in yet, Max.

[ Knock At Door ]

Yes. You might bring Mr. de Winter a sedative.
Oh, uh, excuse me, gentlemen. Now, is there anything else ?
-No, no, nothing at all. Just leave us. -Very good, sir.

Now, Favell, let's get this business over.

As you seem to have worked out the whole thing so carefully,

perhaps you can provide us also with a motive ?

I knew you were going to bring that up, Colonel.

I've read enough detective stories to know that there must always be a motive.

I wish you would go home. You ought not to be here through all this.
And if you'll all excuse me for a moment, I'll supply that too.

Please let me stay, Maxim.

Surely, Colonel Julyan,you're not going to allow this fellow--

My opinion of Favell is no higher than yours, Crawley.

But in my offiicial capacity,

I have no alternative but to pursue his accusation.

I entirely agree with you, Colonel.

In a manner so serious as this, we must make sure...

and, in fact, if I may coin a phrase, leave no stone unturned.
of every point, explore every avenue,

Ah, here she is-- the missing link,

Colonel Julyan, Mrs. Danvers. I believe you know everyone else.
the witness who will help supply the motive.

- Won't you sit down ? - No offense, Colonel, but I think I'll put this to Danny.

Mrs. de Winter always had Dr. McClean from the village.
She'll understand it more easily. Danny, who was Rebecca's doctor ?

Now, you heard. I said Rebecca's doctor, in London.

I don't know anything about that.

Oh, don't give me that. You knew everything about Rebecca.

You knew she was in love with me, didn't you ?

Surely you haven't forgotten the good times she and I used to have down at the cottage.

She had a right to amuse herself, didn't she ?

Love was a game to her. It made her laugh, I tell you.

She used to sit on her bed and rock with laughter at the lot of you.

No, no, I refuse to believe it. I knew everything about her,
Can you think of any reason why Mrs. de Winter should have taken her own life ?

and I won't believe it.

Now, listen to me, Danny. We know that Rebecca went to a doctor in London.
There, you see ? It's impossible. She knows that as well as I do.

- Who was it ? - I don't know.

Oh, I understand, Danny.

You think we're asking you to reveal secrets of Rebecca's life.

You're trying to defend her. But that's what I'm doing.

I'm trying to clear her name of the suspicion of suicide.

Mrs. de Winter was deliberately murdered.
Mrs. Danvers, it has been suggested...

There you have it in a nutshell, Danny.

But there's one more thing you'll want to know: the name of the murderer.

It's a lovely name that rolls off the tongue so easily:

George Fortescue Maximilian de Winter.

There was a doctor. Mrs. de Winter sometimes went to him privately.

We don't want reminiscences, Danny. What was his name ?
She used to go to him even before she was married.

There you are, Colonel. There's where you'll fiind your motive.
Dr. Baker, 1 65 Goldhawk Road, Shepherd's Bush.

Go and question Dr. Baker. He'll tell you why Rebecca went to him--

to confiirm the fact that she was going to have a child,

a sweet, curly-headed little child.

It isn't true. It isn't true. She would have told me.

She told Max about it. Maxim knew he wasn't the father.

So, like the gentleman of the old school that he is, he killed her !

[Julyan ] I'm afraid we shall have to question this Dr. Baker.

Hear, hear. But for safety's sake, I think I'd like to go along too.

I'll see the coroner and have the inquest postponed pending further evidence.
Yes, unfortunately, I suppose you have the right to ask that.

You have my word for it that he will not do that.
I say, aren't you rather afraid that the prisoner, shall we say, might bolt ?

Toodle-oo, Max. Come along, Danny.

Let's leave the unhappy couple to spend their last moments together alone.

Are you sure you don't want me to go with you, Maxim ?

No, darling. It'll be very tiring for you.

I'll be waiting for you.
I'll be back the very fiirst thing in the morning, and I won't even stop to sleep.

- Ready, Maxim ? - Yes.

You two go on ahead. I'll follow with Favell.

Dr. Baker, you may have seen Mr. de Winter's name in the papers recently.

Oh, yes, yes. In connection with a body that was found in a boat.

- My condolences-- - Oh, this is going to take hours. Let me--
My wife was reading all about it. A very sad case.

Don't bother, Favell. I think I can tell Dr. Baker.

We're trying to discover certain facts...

concerning the late Mrs. de Winter's activities on the day of her death,

October 1 2, last year, and I want you to tell me, if you can,

if anyone of that name paid you a visit on that date.

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

I should have remembered the name de Winter.

I've never attended a Mrs. de Winter in my life.

I can look it up in my engagement diary if you like.
Well, how can you possibly tell all your patients' names ?

- Did you say the 1 2th of October? - Yes.

- Are you sure ? - Well, here are all the appointments for that day.
Oh, here we are. No, no de Winter.
'' Ross, Campbell, Steadall, Perrino, Danvers, Mathews--''

Danny ! What the devil !

Yes, I have a Mrs. Danvers for 3:00.
Would you read that name again ? Did you say Danvers ?

What did she look like ? Can you remember ?

Yes, I remember her quite well. She was a very beautiful woman--

tall, dark, exquisitely dressed.

Is that so ? This is a surprise. I'd known her a long time.
- Rebecca. - The lady must have used an assumed name.
What was the matter with her ?

My dear sir, there are certain ethics.

Could you supply a reason, Dr. Baker, for Mrs. de Winter's suicide ?

For her murder, you mean. She was going to have a kid, wasn't she ?

Come on, out with it !

Tell me what else a woman of her class be doing in a dump like this ?

I take it the offiicial nature of this visit makes it necessary for me to--

I assure you we'd not be troubling you if it were not necessary.

as to why Mrs. de Winter should have taken her life ?
You want to know if I can suggest any motive...

Yes, I think I can.

The woman who called herself Mrs. Danvers was very seriously ill.

That was what she thought, but my diagnosis was different.
She was not going to have a child ?

and on this date she returned to me for his report.
I sent her to a well-known specialist for an examination and X-rays,
I remember her standing here holding out her hand for the photograph.

''I want to know the truth,'' she said.

''I don't want soft words and a bedside manner.

If I'm for it, you can tell me right away.''

I knew she was not the type to accept a lie.

She'd asked for the truth, so I let her have it.

- What was wrong with her ? - Cancer.
She thanked me and I never saw her again, so I assumed that--

Yes, the growth was deep-rooted.

An operation would have been no earthly use at all.

There was nothing that could be done for her, except wait.
In a short time, she would have been under morphia.

She smiled in a queer sort of way.
[ Maxim ] Did she say anything when you told her?

Your wife was a wonderful woman, Mr. de Winter.

And, oh yes, I remember she said something...

that struck me as being very peculiar at the time.

When I told her it was a matter of months,

she said, ''Oh, no, Doctor, not that long.''

You've been very kind. You've told us all we wanted to know.

-Verifiication ? -Yes, to confiirm the verdict of suicide.
We shall probably need an offiicial verifiication.

[ Dr. Baker ] I understand. Can I offer you gentlemen a glass of sherry?

[Julyan ] No, very kind. I think we ought to be going.

Thank heaven we know the truth.

Dreadful thing, dreadful.

Ayoung and lovely woman like her. No wonder--

I never had the remotest idea. Neither did Danny, I'm sure.

I wish I had a drink.

Will we be needed at the inquest any further, ColonelJulyan ?

Oh, no. I can see to it that Maxim is not troubled any further.

- Thank you, sir. - Are you ready to start, Colonel ?

No, thank you. I'm staying in town tonight.

And let me tell you, Favell, blackmail is not much of a profession,

I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.
and we know how to deal with it in our part of the world, strange as it may seem to you.

But if you ever need a new car, Colonel,just let me know.

It's impossible to thank you for your kindness to us through all this.

- You know what I feel without my saying anything. - Not at all.

Yes, I'll phone her at once, then we'll get straight down to Manderley.
Better let your wife know. She'll be getting worried.

Good-bye, Crawley. Maxim's got a great friend.

- Frank. - Yes, Maxim ?

There's something you don't know.

Oh, no, there isn't.

I didn't kill her, Frank.

But I know now that when she told me about the child,

she wanted me to kill her.

She lied on purpose. She foresaw the whole thing.

That's why she stood there laughing when she--

Don't think about it anymore.

Thank you, Frank.

Hello, Danny ? I just wanted to tell you the news.

Rebecca held out on both of us. She had cancer.

Yes, suicide.

And now Max and that dear little bride of his...

will be able to stay on at Manderley and live happily ever after.

Bye-bye, Danny.

- Is this your car, sir ? - Yes.

Will you be going soon ? This isn't a parking place, you know.

Oh, isn't it ? People are entitled...

to leave their cars outside if they want to.

It's a pity some of you fellows haven't anything better to do.

When you phoned, did she say she'd wait up ?

I asked her to go to bed, but she wouldn't hear of it.

I wish I could get some more speed out of this thing.

Is something worrying you, Maxim ?

I can't get over the feeling something's wrong.

- Frank ! - What's the matter ? Why did we stop ?

What's the time ?

Oh, this clock's wrong. It must be 3:00 or 4:00. Why ?

That can't be the dawn breaking over there.

It's in the winter that you see the Northern Lights, isn't it ?

That's not the Northern Lights. That's Manderley !

- I thought I saw her, sir. - Where ?
Frith ! Frith ! Mrs. de Winter. Where is she ?

Maxim.

Thank heaven you've come back to me.

- Are you all right, darling ? Are you all right ? - Oh, yes, I'm all right.

Mrs. Danvers. She's gone mad.

She said she'd rather destroy Manderley than see us happy here.

[ Robert ] Look! The west wing!