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forced itself upon her.

And it was without thinking

she then said the words:

Nobody gonna sleep here.

"[Narrator] She didn't say them out loud,"

but even so she was startled by the uttrance

that had urged itself upon her.

Where had these ominous words come from?

Darkness was falling as Grace made

her way home from work that evening.

The people on the square overlooking the valley

had finally given up hope of seeing anything else

now the light had faded.

They trudged up Elm Street in disappointment.

"- Tom?

- Hi, Grace."

"There were some cars, but it's too dark,

we can't see any more."

We haven't seen much of each other.

"Yah, I know. I've been busy

with my book, you know."

Can I ask you something?

"Yeah, anything."

"You couldn't bring yourself

to throw it away, could you?"

The number he gave you that night.

You couldn't throw it away.

I told yhou how dangerous that man was.

That was stupid.

"[Narrator] Stupid or not, Tom was soon

a passionate spokesman for locking Grace

in her shed that night."

If the vehicles were indeed a sign

that the call Tom had placed five days earlier

on be half of the community to the number

indicated on the card from his bureau drawer

"had at last led to action,"

"and Grace was now to be eliminated from their lives,"

it would surely look good

if the town had also locked her up.

Grace was lying on the bed

when Jason was sent up with the key.

"Grace heard it turn in the lock,"

but she was deeply absorbed by arguments

and thoughts on matters she had otherwise

avoided for the best part of a

year now.

From the moment when they'd finally heard

the sound of vehicles starting one after the other

"from the direction of the edge of the woods,"

things had moved rapidly.

Tom had arranged a delegation

to provide a proper reception.

"Dogville might be off the beaten track,

but it was hospitable, nevertheless."

Welcome gentlemen. Welcome.

The town places itself at your disposal!

I should have a large key to give to you.

But I only have this small one.

- Where is she?

- Secured by this very key.

Where is she?

Okay. If you are wondering about that sound.

The driving piles for the new penitentiary.

"Tell me, has the crime rate really gone up

in this country, as we are lead to believe?"

"Maybe people just regard things as criminal,

because they envy their success?"

What's your opinion on the subject?

Maybe you have none.

I'll get the door... sorry.

Voila! As the French might say.

What the hell is this?

Who did that?

"Billy, put your hand up,

put your hand up."

"We felt safer, when she had the chain on.

You are probably more adapted at handling her kind."

None of us feel able to accept money

for just helping people.

I mean not unless it would make you

feel better to diverst yourself.

- Shut the hell up!

- Absolutely.

"[Narrator] Grace was no expert in exclusive

automobiles, yet she recognized with no difficulty"

the sound of vehicle that was rounding the corner

from Canyon Road at that very moment.

"Alas, in Grace's memory the legendary purr

of the Cadillac series 355C was inextricably linked"

"with another, rather less sophisticated sound:"

that of gunfire directed against her person.

Don't..!

You need to justify your actions

before you shoot us.

That's new.

"That could be interpreted as weakness,

Daddy... I'm disappointed in you!"

I'm not gonna shoot anybody.

You shot at me before.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I regret that."

You ran away.

But shooting at you certainly

didn't help matters.

"Of course not.

You're far, far too stubborn."

"If you don't want to kill me,

then why did you come?"

"Our last conversation, the one in which

you told me what it was you didn't like about me"

"never really concluded, as you ran away."

I should be allowed to tell you

what I don't like about you.

That I believe would be

a rule of polite conversation.

That's why you showed up?

And you call me stubborn.

You're sure you're not here to force me

to go back and become like you?

"If I thought there was a chance of forcing you,

but of course that will never happen."

You are more than welcome to return home

and become my daughter again anytime

and I would even begin to share my power

and responsibility with you if you did.

Not that you care.

So what is it?

"What is it, the thing...

the thing that you don't like about me?"

It was a word you used that provoked me.

You called me arrogant.

"To plunder, as it were, a God given right.

I'd call that arrogant, daddy."

But that is exactly what I don't like about you.

It is you that is arrogant.

That's what you came here to say?

"I'm not the one passing judgement, Daddy.

You are."

"You do not pass judgement,

because you sympathize with them."

"A deprived childhood and a homicide

really isn't necessarily a homicide, right?"

The only thing you can blame is circumstances.

"Rapists and murderers may be the victims,

according to you."

"But I, I call them dogs,"

and if they're lapping up their own vomit

the only way to stop them is with the lash.

But dogs only obey their own nature.

So why shouldn't we forgive them?

"Dogs can be taught many useful things,"

but not if we forgive them

every time they obey their own nature.

So I'm arrogant. I'm arrogant

because I forgive them?

My God..

Can't you see how condescending

you are when you say that?

"You have this preconceived notion

that nobody, listne, that nobody can't possibly attain"

"the same high ethical standards as you,

so you exonorate them."

I can not think of anything

more arrogant than that.

"You, my child... my dear child

you forgive others with excuses"

that you would never in the world

permit for yourself.

Why shouldn't I be merciful?

Why?

"No no no.. You should be merciful,

when there is time to be merciful."

But you must maintain your own standard.

You owe them that. You owe them that.

"The penalty you deserve for your transgressions,

they deserve for their transgressions."

They are human beings.

No no no.. Does every human being

need to be accountable for their action?

Of course they do.

But you don't even give them that chance.

All that is extremely arrogant.

I love you. I love you. I love you to death.

But you are the most arrogant person

I've ever met.

And you call me arrogant!

I have no more to say.

You are arrogant. I'm arrogant.

You've said it. Now you can leave.

"And without my daughter, I suppose?"

"- I said, without my daughter?

- Hmm, yes!"

- Well..

- Yes.

"Well, you decide. you decide...

Grace, they say you are having some trouble here."

No. No more trouble than back home.

I'll give you a little time to think about this.

- Perhaps you will change your mind.

- I won't.

"Listen, my love.. power is not so bad..."

I am sure that you can find a way

to make use of it in your own fashion...

Take a walk and think about it.

The people who live here are doing their

best under very hard circumstances.

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