Marnie Page #9

then we've had it.

After that it's an open court case,

and very probable sentence.

On the other hand, with a bit of luck

we might pull it off.

Think it over.

It's late. You better get some sleep.

You gotta be up for the hunt.

You don't expect me

to ride in the hunt!

Certainly I expect you to ride.

For one thing, I want you out of

the house when Strutt comes here.

For another, I don't want

to give Lil the satisfaction

of seeing you chicken.

And, Marnie,

tonight the door stays open.

(Dogs Barking)

(Indistinct Chatter, Laughter)

(Screams)

(Whinnies)

(Screams)

Forio!

(Whinnies)

A gun! Give me a gun!

My horse is screaming!

- Get me a gun!

- You want to shoot your horse?

Hey, wait a minute!

I can't give you a gun, my mister

isn't home. I don't know what he'd -

You must be crazy!

Mrs Turpin!

Miss Mainwaring,

this woman comes tearing in here

demandin' I give her a gun.

Tell this fool to give me a gun.

Forio's hurt!

Marnie, wait. I ' ll call a vet.

There's nothing a vet can do.

We don't have a phone

anyway, Miss Mainwaring.

If the horse is hurt bad,

I could give her Jack's pistol.

Hurry. Oh, hurry, please.

He's suffering.

Go get the gun!

I'll do it, Marnie. You wait here.

Are you still in the mood for killing?

Please, Marnie!

Stay out of my way!

Marnie, please!

If you don't want me to do it,

then let me go back

for one of the men.

(Whinnies)

There.

There now.

So you can see, Mr Strutt,

how very disadvantageous,

any action on your part

would be for everyone.

For me, certainly.

For a sick girl... and for you.

Yes, I'm sure that's the fashionable

attitude, Mr Rutland.

But just wait until

you've been victimised.

(Mark) Try to look at the situation

from a business point of view.

(Strutt) Yes.

(Mark) We've been business friends

for a number of years now.

(Continues Indistinct)

(Mark) I want you to apply

them all for my benefit.

(Strutt) Hm.

- (Phone Ringing)

- Oh, sorry.

Hello.

Yes, Lil, what is it?

Yes, I understand.

I'm hanging up now.

You'll have to forgive me, I've had

a bit of trouble at the hunt.

I'll talk to you again, possibly

tomorrow. I'm sorry to run out.

(Mark)

I'll take you home, Marnie.

It's alright, darling.

You're just exhausted.

Now, don't panic.

I've spoken to Strutt. I think

I'll be able to talk him around.

I'll just put this away.

Go on. You want the money.

You wanted the money, or you wouldn't

have taken my keys, would you?

You took the keys,

now take the money!

I said take it!

What's mine belongs to you.

It's yours!

You're not stealing.

You want the money, take it.

I said take it!

Marnie, now we're going to

Baltimore to see your mother.

- No!

- Yes.

Come on.

So, I knew you'd run away,

and you'd want money.

It didn't take me a minute to find out

the office drawer key was gone.

If you tell my mother about me,

I'll kill you.

If you mean about the robberies,

I've no intention

of telling her anything.

It's your mother who's

going to do the talking.

(Thunderclaps)

Marnie, come on.

- No!

- Come on.

- It's alright, Marnie. You're inside.

- (Mama) What in the wide world -

I'm sorry to crash in

on you like this, Mrs Edgar.

I guess you know

how Marnie feels about storms.

Marnie, stop acting like

such a ninny.

Who are you, mister?

You're not Mr Pendleton.

No, I'm not.

Who's Mr Pendleton?

Then what have you got to do

with my Marnie?

I'm Mark Rutland,

Marnie's husband, Mrs Edgar.

Marnie hasn't been very well.

I don't believe she's been well

since your accident.

My what?

I think you've always

called it "your accident."

What do you think

you' re talking about?

Comin' into my house like this,

talking about my accident!

You're not married to Marnie.

I don't believe you.

- Marnie?

- Your daughter needs help, Mrs Edgar.

You've got to tell her the truth.

She has no memory

of what happened that night.

And she needs to remember everything!

You must help her.

Mister, you must be plumb crazy.

If you won't tell her, I will.

I know everything that happened.

- I'll tell her the whole story.

- Oh, no you won't,

because you don't know the whole story,

and nobody does but me!

Oh. Well, since you're so very

knowledgeable, Mrs Edgar,

do you also know that your daughter,

your beautiful, young daughter,

cannot stand to have a man

touch her? Any man?

She doesn't know why, but you do.

Don't you think you owe it to her to

help her to understand what happened

- to make her like this?

- What matters what made her?

She's lucky to feel like that!

Just plain lucky!

That's very interesting, Mrs Edgar.

But I've had

an investigator working here.

I've read the transcript. Hm?

The records of your trial for murder.

In the records

it states quite plainly

that you made your

living from the touch of men.

It was one of your clients that

you killed that night.

Oh, God!

Was there also a storm

that night, Mrs Edgar?

Is that why Marnie's

terrified of storms?

Was there thunder

and lightning that night?

Did the storms terrify

your little girl,

in addition to everything

else that happened?

Get out of my house.

You get out!

I don't need any filthy man

comin' in my house no more!

Do you hear me? You get out!

You get out of my house! (Screaming)

You get out!

You let my mama go!

You hear? You let my mama go!

- You're hurtin' my mama!

- Who am I, Marnie?

- Why should I want to hurt your mama?

- You' re one of them.

- One of them in the white suits.

- Shut up, Marnie!

No! Remember, Marnie.

Tell us how it all was.

The white suits! Remember?

(Tapping)

What does the tapping mean, Marnie?

Why does it make you cry?

It means... they want in.

Them in their white suits.

Mama comes and gets me out of bed.

I don't like to get out of bed.

Come on, Marnie.

Get up. Alright?

Good girl.

That's my baby.

There.

There. Mm.

- You go on back to sleep, sugarpop.

- Bernice.

- (Thunderclap)

- (Sobbing)

Now, you ain't afraid of a little bit

of lightning, are you? Huh?

What happens next, Marnie?

He - He come out... to me.

Oh, I don't like him.

He - He smells funny.

Your old captain's gonna be here

all through the night.

There's no reason to cry.

I want my mama!

I don't want you! Let me go! Mama!

(Sobbing)

Get your damn hands off my kid!

What are you trying to -

What are you -

Mama?

Make him go, Mama.

I don't like him to kiss me.

Make him go, Mama!

(Marnie Screams)

Get your hands - Get your hands -

There's nothing the matter

with my hands!

(Mark) What is it, Marnie?

What's the matter?

He hit my mama!

No! No! What's the matter with you?

You crazy or drunk?

Now, don't go hittin' me.

You're gonna get hit yourself.

- (Screams)

- Oh, my leg!

- Mama?

- Is your mother hurt?

- How? How is she hurt?

- He fell on her.

Oh, she's so hurt! Oh, Mama.

Marnie! Marnie, help me!

I got to help my mama!

(Sobbing)

Marnie?

I hit him!

I hit him with a stick. I - I hurt him!

There. There now.

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