House of Whipcord Page #7

I won't be tried without...

Condemn her, condemn her.

(Muffled shrieks)

Julia King...

you have been convicted of conspiring

to pervert the course of justice.

(Screaming)

Gel her! Gel her back!

The verdict of this court

is that you be taken from here

to a place of execution...

where you will be hanged by the neck

until you are dead.

And...may the Lord have...

mercy on your soul.

You won't gel rid of me a second time.

Oh, no, I'll see to that.

I was told there's a clinic in this area.

Do you know where it is?

- You mean a hospital, like?

- Yes.

- I don't think so. Henry?

- (Man) Mm?

- Is there an hospital round here?

- Don't know.

There might be. What about that woman

that mes in every week?

- She's got a nurse's uniform.

- What woman?

The one who gels the big order

every Saturday.

- Her? Oh, lor.

- What did you say?

She always wears a sort of grey tunic but...

- Where does she me from?

- I don't know.

She drives in from that direction.

I thought she might come from

that big old place on the right going up.

Hey, but that's only a guess though.

Margaret?

(Wakehurst muttering)

I'm going to gel you, Hansen.

You think I'm going to let you

pa this time...

I'm going to gel you, Hansen.

You think you're going to pa me

but this time you're not.

(indistinct muttering)

I was the only one who saw the rot,

the disease at Coswell Grange, wasn't I?

But they wouldn't listen, though.

And they didn't see it.

Girls.

Filthy, depraved animals.

Treating it like a holiday hotel.

And than running out to commit more crime,

pollute society.

And laughing at me, all of them.

And Hansen.

She laughed.

But I made the punishment fit the crime,

taught the animal to obey.

Suicide, they said.

They didn't know, though, did they?

Do you hear that, Hansen?

I will not be dismissed.

Are you laughing at me now, Hansen?

I'm going to slop you laughing

when I find you.

(Crow cawing)

(Hinges squeaking)

(Slow footsteps)

- (Gasping)

- Margaret?

Margaret.

(Shrieks)

(Tires squeal)

(Crow cawing)

(Choking and gasping)

(Breathing heavily)

What have you...done?

(Whimpering)

Mark...

I found her.

I didn't do il.

Mummy didn't do it.

Mummy wouldn't do a thing like that.

She loves you.

Please get up. Nothing's happened.

(Sobbing)

- (Groaning)

- Quick, madam.

We're getting out.

Where is she, Bates?

- Bring her to me

- (Banging)

- (Rattling)

- We must go, madam.

(Rattling continues)

Jesus Christ.

(Car approaching)

(Tires squeal)

(Crow cawing)

Do you mind if I ask you ladies

a couple of questions?

(Creaking)

(Desmond) Margaret? Margaret!

- (Creaking)

- Oh, dear Lord.

(Whimpering)

M... Margaret.

Oh, God...

(Sobbing)

(Desmond) ''If there be

a controversy between men

''and they me to judgment

that the judges may judge them,

''then they shall justify the righteous

and condemn the wicked.

''And it shall be if the wicked man

be worthy to be beaten,

''that the judge shall use him to lie down

''and to be beaten before his face,

according to his fault, by a certain number.

''Forty stripes he may give him

and not exceed -

''lest, if he should exceed, and beat him

above these with many stripes,

''then thy brother should seem

vile unto thee''.

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