No Fear: Daniel Radcliffe as Arthur Kipps in 'The Woman in Black' Page #2

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spiritualism stuff, do you?

Seances and contacting the dead.

I didn't.

But since my wife

passed away... I don't know.

Ah, forgive me. I didn't...

Sometimes I feel

she's still with me.

Sometimes I just...

...feel she's there. In the room.

Trying to reach me.

You must be careful, Arthur.

These charlatans, they prey

on those most in need.

They're more harm than good.

I think the worst

they do is disappoint.

I have to keep looking.

It's not natural to lose

someone so young.

But if open the door to superstition,

where does that lead?

It's just chasing shadows, Arthur.

Come on. Lay down.

I'll lose my job if I don't get

this paperwork done.

If Jerome gives me some help,

I can go and meet my boy.

I doubt if Jerome will be

of much help to you.

Mr Jerome!

Go away!

- I'm not gonna hurt you.

- You killed Victoria Hardy!

Get away from me! Go!

Go!

- What the hell is going on?

- Complete nonsense.

Lets take you to the house.

You should've left. You should've

gone when we told you to. - John!

His little girl is dead.

He saw her!

Did you see her?

For god sake! Take him home.

This isn't helping him.

All your superstitious rubbish.

You think it's superstitious

rubbish that took your boy?

Alright.

I'll take him to the station.

Pay no attention to them, Arthur.

They're still living in the dark ages.

But I did see someone at the house.

I wasn't alone.

Trust me, Arthur, it's just a strange

old place cut out from the world.

Sooner the house is

sorted out and sold,

sooner people can move on.

Here. This will keep you going.

The late tide is due at eleven.

I'll come back for you then.

It's fine. I'd rather just

work through the night.

Well, take the dog.

Come on, girl!

Just for company.

Don't go chasing shadows, Arthur.

Dear Alice.

You leave me no option

but to give up my son.

If I am deemed unfit to raise

my child, what can I do?

You and Charles can take him

from me, but he is mine.

Mine. He can never be yours.

Jennet.

Dear Alice, I find it

hard to express

the depth of betrayal

from you, my own sister.

At your refusal

to let me visit my son.

Or even give him my birthday

cards. I begin to believe

you're not doing this for the good

of the boy, but to cause me pain.

He's mine. If you won't let me

see him, I will find the way.

His blood is on your hands.

You didn't try to save him.

You just saved yourself.

You didn't even give

him a proper burial.

You just left him there in the mud.

My world is destroyed.

My life is over.

Rot in hell.

Who's there?

You don't believe me, do you?

I believe even the most rational

mind can play tricks in the dark.

I saw them, Sam.

I saw her and her boy.

The boy was lost to the marsh.

His body was never recovered.

I saw them.

Lucy!

Lucy!

Arthur!

- Arthur!

- No!

Stay there! I'm gonna

come and get you.

No!

Arthur?

Here.

I remember when the Jeromes

lost their first child.

They decided to have another.

Lucy.

They locked her up

to protect her.

Not that you can ever replace...

- She was there, Sam.

You're tired. Get some rest.

What happened to him, Mrs Daily?

He was playing at the beach

with his friends.

They said the tide must've

caught them off guard.

You've seen her, haven't you?

She was there

this morning in the fire.

She's always there.

You mustn't blame yourself.

- Blame myself for what?

- For not listening to the others.

For not staying away

from the house.

I don't understand.

Whenever she's been seen,

on the Causeway, on the marsh,

in the grounds of the house,

however briefly and whoever by,

there has always been

one sure and certain result.

Yes?

In some violent or

dreadful circumstance,

a child has died.

So many children...

So many children.

The Fishers' daughters and...

Jerome's eldest, Keckwick's son...

my Nicholas...

- How?

Mrs Daily?

Mrs Daily?

She makes us!

She makes us do it.

She makes us...

she can't find him,

so she takes us.

She saw you.

She saw you.

She's coming!

She's coming!

Sam!

Elizabeth! No!

No, daddy! No!

Elizabeth...

Joseph!

If we can get the telegram off now,

it will catch them before they leave.

How could you take me to Eel

Marsh if even a small part of you

feared the stories were true?

- But I never believed.

You didn't want to.

There's a difference.

I'd no choice, Arthur. Either Nicholas

is in a better place, or he's lost.

Forgive me, Sam,

but my son is alive.

He's on his way here.

The next village

is over an hour away.

They'd left by then.

What time is the tide back out?

Five. Why?

If we can reunite Jennet

Humfrye with her son,

perhaps she'll finally be at peace.

They never recovered

the child's body, Arthur.

But you have something

they never had.

Arthur?

Sam, I feel it!

It's just beneath my feet!

Need the rope more taut.

- Be careful!

Arthur?

Oh my god!

Keep driving!

- Don't stop!

- The pedal's on the floor!

The engine is overheating! I don't

think it can take any more weight!

I found the boy!

Can you go any further?

Stop. There he is!

Lets just put him

in the ground, Arthur.

Lets get it over with.

Sam...

There's something

I need to do first.

They're lost.

They need to find each other.

Nearly time now.

Come on.

Nicholas?

Daddy?

Arthur!

No! You're not my mother!

Arthur!

I think she's gone.

I'll never forgive you

for letting my boy die.

Never forgive.

Never forgive.

Never forgive.

Never forgive!

One step, two steps. Good boy.

- Joseph!

- Daddy!

What do you say to daddy?

- I love you, daddy.

- I love you too.

Joseph, this is my friend Sam.

- Hello, Sam.

Hello, Joseph.

It's very nice to meet you.

Change of plans. We're not

staying here tonight.

We're going straight

back to London.

Can you fetch us some tickets?

I'll explain on the way.

Are you sure you don't want

to stay with us tonight?

- Yes. I just want to get him home.

- I understand.

Three tickets back

to London, please.

Will you and Elizabeth be alright?

- We will.

You must come

to London and visit us.

Arthur!

Sam?

Daddy, who's that lady?

That's your mommy.

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