My Name Is Julia Ross Page #3

where did the cat come from?

Perhaps the window.

Not even a cat could climb those walls.

Ralph, stop that!

You see there's no one here,

you'd better take the cat away.

- Clear up that glass in the morning.

- Yes madam.

If you're nervous, Marion...

would you like me to stay

the rest of the night with you?

Why did you bring me here?

What are planning to do with me?

Are you trying to drive

me crazy, is that it?

Tell me what you're

planning to do with me!

- Nothing, Marion.

- Nothing but try to make you well.

Why don't you leave the

light on if you're frightened.

Good night.

- Oh Mrs. Mackie, anything for me?

- Nothing for you.

Are you sure?

She isnt had time to write

a letter yet, it's only Monday.

You'll make yourself

late at the office for nothing.

The legal profession doesn't

keep me that busy, Mrs. Mackie.

She's had 3 days to explain.

Women never explain,

especially if they're wrong.

It'll probably come in

the afternoon post.

Here..

- Thanks!

If it does come,

this afternoon or any time...

Call me,

you know the number,

and I'll give you another 5 shillings.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much, Mr. Bruce.

May I take the breakfast tray,

Mrs. Hughes?

Oh Alice, I didn't hear you.

Were you looking for something ma'am?

Is there another entrance to this room?

Another entrance?

They keep my door locked but...

that's to protect you maam,

against yourself.

But someone gets in here.

If they want to kill me why

haven't they already done it?

Headache ma'am?

And why not, sleeping pills

to keep me down and

prowlers to keep me awake.

Alice, will you help me,

will you do something for me?

Of course ma'am.

If you'd go to the police

for me on your day off,

I promise to send you

money back from London.

You're making yourself ill ma'am,

it's not right,

begging' your pardon ma'am.

You have a beautiful home,

nice relations, pretty clothes.

Everything a woman would want.

- Oh nonsense.

- Of course you have ma'am.

You're letting yourself

be took off by illusions,

letting it gnaw at you and gnaw

at you, it's all in the mind...

People can think

themselves into anything.

Why don't you think

you're getting well, ma'am?

I tell you I'm not ill.

Alice, if you do as I ask...

- You may go, Alice.

- Yes ma'am.

Well Marion, up and about?

I'll go crazy

if I can't get out of this room.

Forced to drink that tea,

my arm all bruised...

- Bruised? - I'm going to

dress and go downstairs.

Of course dear,

no one will stop you.

The change might do you good.

My size.

Naturally,

it was made for you Marion.

You needn't call me

Marion when we're alone.

I know perfectly well

you only do it to impress Alice.

And if there was

a Marion Hughes, where is she?

Do hurry and come downstairs dear.

Ralph, you must try to be more cautious

and not let your temper sway you.

All right, mother.

It's lucky I saw those

bruises before someone else did.

I had to force her

to drink the tea, didn't I?

You don't have to leave evidence.

Stop it, stop it!

No, you're not going to have this.

- Marion's going toward the road.

- Be careful.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

I'm Mrs. Hughes,

I'm going for a walk.

Please open the gate.

I'm sorry ma'am but I got my orders.

Listen, it's all wrong what

they've told you about me...

I'm not crazy.

I don't look crazy, do I?

Nobody ever said that Mrs. Hughes.

It's just that you,

well... need a bit of looking after.

I'll go phone the house ma'am,

they'll be fretting about you.

Please don't do that.

Marion.

What are you doing way out here?

I... nothing,

I wanted to go for a walk.

I was just calling the house, Mr. Hughes.

Thank you, it's all right now.

I'd enjoy a walk too, dear,

let's have a look at the grounds.

Thank you, Evans.

- Ralph.

- Yes.

I've been wondering if maybe you and

your mother aren't right about me.

I've been thinking

maybe I really have been ill.

- Have you, Marion?

- Yes.

So I've been trying to look

back and remember things.

What was my name

before we were married?

Campbell, Marion Campbell.

And what about my family,

where are they?

Apparently dead Marion.

Haven't I any family at all,

no one to visit me?

- No.

- Or to write?

Beautiful, isn't it?

Would you like to listen to

the sea and hear what it says?

It doesn't say anything, does it?

That's what I like about the sea.

Never tells its secrets,

and it has many,

very many secrets.

I'd like to go to a doctor.

Alice says there's a good one in

the village, I'm sure he could help.

You've been to the

best specialist in London.

I'm a very lucky man to have found

such an attractive wife.

Where did you find me,

I can't remember?

Switzerland.

What were we doing there?

I was visiting some people,

you were in school.

What school?

Why not try to remember more

pleasant things?

Like our honeymoon.

Yes?

Someone from the village to see us.

- Tell him not to let them in.

- No, no, that would look odd.

Let them through Evans, yes.

Better keep Marion in her room

while they're here.

I'm the one you're looking for,

I'm so glad you got my note.

You're not a policeman.

No, I'm afraid not.

Marion dear, please.

Oh, how do you do,

I'm Mrs. Hughes.

This is my daughter-in-law.

I'm the vicar, Jonathan Lewis.

This is my sister,

Mrs. Robinson and her husband.

- How do you do?

- Perhaps we've come at a bad time?

But we did want you to feel

the village welcomes you

and you have friendly neighbors.

- Won't you come in.

- Thank you.

This is my son.

Ralph, this is our vicar.

- How do you do?

- Mrs. Robinson.

How do you do?

- And Mr. Robinson.

- How do you do sir?

Please listen to me,

they're holding me here by force.

I don't know why but

you must call the police.

I'm terribly sorry, but my

daughter-in-law is upset today.

It's so nice of you vicar to...

come and call so promptly

and Mr. and Mrs. Robinson too.

Indeed, the whole village

is friendly and charming...

why, dear, we're quite in love with it.

No, it's not true!

And why doesn't somebody

listen to me for once...

instead of believing her all the time?

I'm so sorry I missed going

into church yesterday...

My son and I wanted to go but

poor Marion was quite

exhausted with the journey

and we couldn't leave

the poor dear alone.

Won't you come and sit down...

Mrs. Robinson, sit here won't you?

Vicar...

Thank you, yes.

I suppose they've already heard

about me in the village.

I suppose so,

gossip travels very quickly.

There isn't much they don't

know about my little wife.

There's one thing you don't know,

the police will be here today

and you'd better see to it

that I'm alright when they come.

You mean because of this note?

The one the gatekeeper found?

Wasn't that an awful exhibition?

I could hardly look poor

Mrs. Hughes in the face.

Poor Mr. Hughes, I was thinking.

- I'm calling back.

- There's plenty of room up here dear.

The young husband doesn't say much

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