No Fear: Daniel Radcliffe as Arthur Kipps in 'The Woman in Black'

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My babies!

Arthur...

Daddy!

Coming.

Do you like it, daddy?

Very much.

You didn't look at it properly.

- Of course I did.

That's me, that's nanny,

that's mommy, that's you.

Why do I look so sad?

- That's what your face looks like.

Oh it is, is it?

I wish you didn't have

to go away from me.

Me too. But we'll have the whole

weekend in the countryside.

See... tomorrow,

then thursday,

then we're back together.

Not long at all.

You look just like your mother.

Have you got the train tickets?

- Yes, we've got the train tickets.

And you know the times?

- Yes, we know the times.

Okay, I've got to go.

I don't wanna be late.

Go. We'll be fine. We'll

see you friday. - See you.

I take it Tomes has briefed you

on Mrs Alice Drablow

of Eel Marsh House.

Died. Last month.

Years since I went there, of course.

The old widow didn't

greatly care for visitors.

No children?

A boy. Died young.

Many years ago. I'll let you have

the details to read on your journey.

But, principally, you're going to go

through Mrs Drablow's documents.

Her private papers,

whatever they may be,

wherever they may be

and to bring them back,

in preparation for a sale.

- Very good.

I know you've had it rough, Kipps.

And I'm sympathetic

to your situation.

But we can't carry passengers.

We are a law firm, not a charity.

This is your last chance.

Mommy!

Mr Kipps...

It's a boy.

I'm very sorry, Mr Kipps.

Have we passed

Crythin Gifford yet?

Next stop.

So, you're from London?

- I am.

Trying to sell Eel Marsh House?

You won't find a local buyer.

Are you staying at

the Gifford Arms? - Yes.

It's a bit of a walk from

the station. I can give you a lift.

It's on my way home.

- Thank you.

- Samuel Daily.

- Arthur Kipps.

It's a beautiful car, Mr Daily.

First one in the county.

Still scares the locals.

Here we are.

Thank you.

Very good to talk

to you, Mr Daily.

Mr Kipps!

Would you like to have supper with

my wife and me tomorrow evening?

We don't get to see

many new faces here.

That'd be lovely. Thank you.

- 'Night.

Good evening.

I'm Mr Kipps. I've got

a room booked until sunday.

No, I don't find any booking.

- My offices telegraphed ahead.

- Well, we're packed to the rafters.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

I was just telling Mr Kipps

that we don't have any room.

Oh, we can't have him out

in this weather, can we?

Not in the rain.

We must have something.

Just for tonight.

- We don't.

Unless you want to

put him in the attic.

Fine.

It's this way.

Actually I was hoping

to stay til the weekend.

My son and his nanny are

travelling up to join me.

Oh, I see.

If a holiday's what you're after,

you'd be better off further inland.

It gets awfully cold here

with the sea mists.

Sea mists.

Sea mists.

It's this way.

How old is your son?

- He's four.

Lovely age.

Thank you.

Good night.

In!

Hello?

Mrs Jerome?

- Mr Kipps?

- Yes.

My husband went to meet

you at the Gifford Arms.

This is Mr Kipps.

I made it clear to your firm there was

no need for you to make the journey.

We could have sent all the

relevant documents to London.

In any event, you'll find

all the legal papers in here.

Mr Fisher tells me

you're leaving today.

Not until I've taken care of all

the Mrs Drablow's paperwork.

It's all in there, as I said.

No, at the house. I'm told

there's quite a substantial amount.

I don't expect to be finished

until friday at least.

That's not possible.

Gifford Arms is fully

booked for the week.

I shall have to contact my office.

Do you have a telephone?

Not even Mr Daily has a telephone, sir.

You'll not find one in Crythin Gifford.

Fine, I'll send a telegram.

Post office is closed

on a Wednesday morning.

The London train leaves

in half an hour.

My colleague Keckwick is waiting

outside with your luggage.

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kipps.

Mr Keckwick,

change of plans.

I'm not catching the train.

You'll take me to Eel Marsh House.

Jerome paid me to

take you to the station.

Make it six and I'll think

about it. - Six shillings?

You'll not find anyone else

willing to take you there.

There you are.

Can you pick me up at three?

I can't. I need to get back to

mainland before the tide comes in,

otherwise I'll be stuck

here for the day.

It'll be out again by five.

I'll come back for you then.

Five then.

Come on then.

Hello?

Who's there?

Keckwick!

Mommy!

Constable, I'm telling you.

I've heard an accident.

No one has used Nine Lives

Causeway for years, sir.

Not since the little Drablow boy

was drowned in the marshes.

And Eel Marsh House - it's empty.

It's not, though.

I saw a woman there.

I can assure you no one

goes there. - Collins!

Excuse me one moment, sir.

Sir, my sister needs help.

What's the matter?

What's your name, darling?

- Her name is Victoria Hardy.

- Did something bad happen?

She drank some lye.

Our mom was out.

Lye? Oh god... Constable!

Is she going to die?

- Constable!

It's going to be alright,

darling. Just let me...

Constable!

My baby!

Hello? Mrs Fisher?

My baby!

It's getting late.

You'll miss your London train.

I can't leave yet.

Please don't go back

to Eel Marsh House.

Why?

Mr Kipps. You said you have a son.

Yes.

Go home to him. Cherish him.

Love him.

I wouldn't be here if I didn't.

Oh, Mr Kipps.

Glad you could make it.

- My pleasure.

I'm just bidding my son

Nicholas goodbye.

- My condolences, Mr Daily.

- It was a long while ago.

There's a place ready in there

for my wife and me.

So we can all be together.

I heard about the girl

in the village. Terrible.

Are you alright?

- Yes.

My wife doesn't know,

and I'd be grateful if you

could avoid the subject.

Indeed, the subject of children

altogether, if at all possible.

He would've been about your

age now. - Thank you, Archer.

Ah, there you are, dear.

Mr Kipps, I've been so looking

forward to meeting you.

The pleasure is all mine.

I'm sorry, I must look a bit of a mess.

I found myself without a room.

Oh, then you must stay with us.

Mustn't he, Samuel?

Indeed he must, dear.

Now, lets eat.

Arthur...

- Thank you.

The twins won't be dining with

us tonight, Archer. - Samuel!

I'm sure Mr Kipps won't mind.

- Not at all.

Emily!

Thank you.

Now, say hello to Mr Kipps.

Hello.

Thank you, Archer.

There.

Are you married, Mr Kipps?

Stop the gobble, that's rude.

Any children?

- A son.

Ah, that's lovely. You don't

want to end up like us.

Wealthiest folk in the county,

and no one to leave it to.

Did he tell you about Nicholas?

- Elizabeth!

That's him.

I painted that myself.

I love to paint and sketch.

It's lovely.

Nicholas loved to sketch too.

- He still does.

- Elizabeth, please...

He wants to draw you a picture.

Elizabeth...

Elizabeth, no!

Elizabeth!

Archer! The medication!

- No! No!

Archer! Medication!

I thought some company

would do her good.

Please, think nothing of it.

She's convinced it's our son,

speaking through her.

You don't believe in this

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