Paranoiac
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- 1963
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This service which
we are holding today...
is in memory
of our dear friends...
John and Mary Ashby...
and their son, Antony.
John and Mary Ashby were known
and loved by you all.
We members of
this little community...
remember them
for their many kindnesses...
they showed
to each and every one of us.
And although it is
Since we lost them
in such tragic circumstances...
with respect and affection.
How much more poignant...
must be the memories
of the Ashby family...
of Harriet Ashby,
John's sister...
who so gallantly assumed
the responsibility...
of bringing up the children.
Of the children themselves.
Little Eleanor.
What can ever replace
the gap left in her life...
by the death
of her dear mother and father?
And Simon Ashby...
in this church occasionally...
as he has done
since he was 15 years old.
How full of sorrow
must his heart be?
For not only did
he suffer the shock...
of losing both his parents...
but, and in circumstances
no less tragic...
the loss of his only brother.
And today...
we must also
remember Antony Ashby...
who, blinded by grief
at the death of his parents...
took his own life.
He was young,
little more than a child.
You've all seen
him sitting here...
a member of this choir.
What he did was sinful
in the eyes of God.
But God is merciful,
and in his mercy...
little boy into his kingdom...
there to join
the mother and father...
that he had loved
and missed so much.
We will now sing
hymn number 256...
2, 5, 6...
omitting verses
three and four.
Under the circumstances, don't
you think it'd be better...
Yes, of course.
Do you feel better?
What is it?
Nothing.
Did you hear
something that upset you?
No, I'm all right now.
I'm sorry.
We'll go to the fresh air.
You saw what happened?
Vividly, Aunty.
Well, why don't
you go and help her?
Help her? Why should I?
What do we pay
Do you want a lift, Aunty?
You saw something,
didn't you?
You saw something
at the church.
It frightened you.
No.
No, it didn't frighten me.
What did you see?
Tony.
Tony?
Tony, your brother?
He's come to fetch me.
But, Eleanor, he's dead.
Tell me about him.
They were happy times
when Tony was alive.
At least they
were for me, anyway.
Tony made them that way.
were finished.
He wasn't there anymore.
He committed suicide.
That's what they said.
But he did,
he drowned himself.
He left a note.
Yes, he did.
Then how could
you have seen him today?
Unless I'd imagined it?
People who are as close as
Tony and I were in life...
they can't just
be separated by death.
It can't be.
It is, Eleanor.
The living have to face it.
Not if they have faith
in the dead.
And I have faith.
I have faith in Tony.
It's been such a long time,
nearly eight years.
But I knew he'd come for me.
I knew it.
Look, Eleanor,
how could Tony come for you?
I don't know.
Think about it.
Your brother has been dead now
for eight years.
He drowned himself.
He jumped over the cliff.
He must have been smashed
on the rocks.
No, please.
Please, stop it.
All right.
But you cannot
possibly have seen Tony.
He's dead.
Where have you been?
I have been drinking.
Now I am going to drink
some more.
I would have thought
on the day of the service...
What would you
have thought, Aunty?
That I would have on
my sackcloth and ashes?
They've been dead 11 years.
It's your idea to resurrect
them once a year...
and parade them
in front of the villagers.
I suppose respect
for the dead...
would be expecting
a little too much from you.
Come, Aunt Harriet...
this is Simon
you're speaking to now.
Your only concern is to
The good name of the family.
Now if you'd behave like
I wouldn't have to.
Before you start
apportioning the blame...
how do you suppose it looked letting
little Eleanor behave like that in public?
Must've given the villagers
a marvelous tidbit.
Your sister is sick.
Sick?
She's very upset, disturbed.
Aunty dear,
my sister's insane.
If you're so concerned about the
good name of the Ashby family...
I think the best thing
you could do...
is to have her certified
as a lunatic...
and locked up.
You'd really like that,
wouldn't you, Simon?
Look who's here, Aunty.
It's little
Miss Florence Nightingale.
What is it, Francoise?
Miss Eleanor asked
to be excused dinner.
Make her come down.
Tell the kitchen...
to send a tray up
to her room.
Nurse...
how is my little sister?
She's upset.
You're a master of
the understatement...
aren't you?
Why don't you admit
she's out of her mind?
I'm a nurse.
No, Tony, wait for me.
Please.
Just because you're coming
into some money...
doesn't mean to say you
can behave just as you like.
Yes, Aunt Harriet.
There are certain standards,
you know...
even for the rich.
As an Ashby,
you'll be expected to comply.
Yes, Aunty.
And not make your own rules.
Yes, Aunty.
You realize that,
don't you?
Yes.
Tony.
You don't even try, Simon.
You go around upsetting the neighbors,
antagonizing the local people...
drinking too much.
It's only
because your name's Ashby...
that you haven't landed up
in prison...
on two occasions.
The magistrates were...
Just a minute.
What is it?
What on earth is she doing?
Francoise.
Francoise.
Yes?
Eleanor,
she's out in the garden.
I've just seen her.
But I just left her
five minutes ago.
Tony.
Where are you?
Tony?
Eleanor, where are you?
Tony? No, don't go!
What are you doing, child?
He's gone.
You've frightened him away.
You've frightened him away!
Who's gone?
I was going to go with him.
He was here
and you frightened him away!
Go away, leave me alone.
Please, leave me alone!
Take her to her room
and lock the door.
Come on. Come with me.
He was there, I saw him.
He was going to take me
with him.
Here, take this.
What is it?
Just sleeping pills.
Are you all right now?
Good night.
Little Eleanor
safely tucked up?
I gave her a sedative.
You're getting
better and better.
How?
That fainting bit
in church today.
Very remarkable.
What did you do to her?
Nothing.
Nothing. Nothing at all?
No.
She told me
she saw something.
Perhaps she is going mad.
Unless she did see something.
The congregation weren't a
particularly inspiring little group.
Hardly enough
to make her faint.
She saw it again
in the garden just now.
If she is going mad, she needs
a doctor, proper attention.
You're a nurse.
I'm not a nurse.
You knew that
when you brought me here.
You're not a nurse.
You've got
other qualifications.
You free for the evening?
The rest of
the night's your own?
Sleep tight, my darling.
Sleep tight.
Where have you been?
I'm sorry, sir.
I thought
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