Rebecca Page #10

No matter what he asks you,

you won't lose your head.

Don't worry, dear.

They can't do anything at once,

can they?

No.

- Then we've a little time

left to be together?

- Yes.

I want to go

to the inquest with you.

I'd rather you didn't, darling.

But I can't wait here alone.

I promise you I won't be

any trouble to you.

And I must be near you so

that no matter what happens,

we won't be separated

for a moment.

All right, dear.

I don't mind this whole thing,

except for you.

I can't forget

what it's done to you.

I've been thinking of nothing

else since it happened.

Ahhh...

it's gone forever.

That funny, young,

lost look I loved...

won't ever come back.

I killed that when I told you

about Rebecca.

It's gone.

In a few hours...

you've grown so much older.

Oh, Maxim, Maxim.

BlackJack Brady was his name.

The most important arrest

I ever made.

It must have been

about two years ago now.

Of course there was

no doubt about it.

He was hung

a month after I caught him.

Hello, wait a minute.

They've got

old Balmy Ben up now.

You remember the late

Mrs. De Winter, don't you?

- She's gone.

- Yes, we know that.

She went in the sea.

The sea got her.

That's right, that's right.

Now, we want you to tell us...

whether you were on the shore

that last night she went sailing.

- Eh?

- Were you on the shore...

that last night she went out,

when she didn't come back?

I didn't see nothin'.

I don't want to go to the asylum.

Them cruel folks there.

Now, nobody's going

to send you to the asylum.

All we want you to do

is tell us what you saw.

I didn't see nothin'.

Come, come. Did you see Mrs. De Winter

get into her boat that last night?

I don't know nothin'.

I don't want to go to the asylum.

- Very well, you may go.

- Eh?

You may go now.

Mr. Tabb, would you

step forward, please?

The evidence you give will

be the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth?

I do, so help me God.

The late Mrs. De Winter

used to send her boat to your

shipyard for reconditioning.

- That's right, sir.

- Can you remember any occasion...

- when she had any sort

of accident with the boat?

- No, sir.

I often said Mrs. De Winter

was a born sailor.

Now, when Mrs. De Winter

went below, as is supposed,

and a sudden gust of wind

came down,

that would be enough to capsize

the boat, wouldn't it?

Excuse me, sir, but there's

a little more to it than that.

- What do you mean, Mr. Tabb?

- I mean, sir, the seacocks.

- What are the seacocks?

- Seacock...

Oh, well, the seacocks

are the valves to drain out the boat,

and they're always kept

tight closed when you're afloat.

Yes?

Well, yesterday when I examined

that boat, I found they'd been opened.

- What could be the reason for that?

- Just this.

That's what flooded the boat

and sunk her.

- Are you implying...

- That boat never capsized at all.

I know it's a terrible

thing to say, sir,

but in my opinion,

she was scuttled.

- And there's them 'oles.

- What holes?

- In her planking.

- What are you talking about?

Of course, that boat's been

underwater for over a year,

and the tide's been knocking her

against the ridge,

but it seemed to me the 'oles looked

as if she'd made 'em from the inside.

Then you believe she must have

done it deliberately?

Couldn't have been no accident,

not with her knowledge of boats.

You knew the former

Mrs. De Winter very well, I believe?

- Oh, yes.

- Would you believe

her capable of suicide?

No, frankly I would not,

but you never can tell.

You may stand down, Mr. Tabb.

Mr. De Winter, please.

I'm sorry to drag you back

for further questioning, Mr. De Winter.

You've heard the statement of Mr. Tabb.

I wonder if you can help us in any way.

- I'm afraid not.

- Can you think of any reason

why there should be holes...

in the planking of the late

Mrs. De Winter's boat?

Well, of course I can't

think of any reason.

Has anyone ever discussed

these holes with you before?

Well, since the boat has been

at the bottom of the ocean,

I scarcely think that likely.

Mr. De Winter, I want you to believe

we all feel very deeply for you,

but I don't conduct this

inquiry for my own amusement.

- That's rather obvious, isn't it?

- I hope that it is.

Since Mrs. De Winter went

sailing alone, are we to believe

she drove those holes herself?

You may believe what you like.

Can you enlighten us as to why

Mrs. De Winter...

should have wanted

to end her own life?

I know of no reason whatever.

Mr. De Winter,

however painful it may be,

I have to ask you

a very personal question.

Were relations between you and the late

Mrs. De Winter perfectly happy?

Were relations between you and the late

Mrs. De Winter perfectly happy?

I won't stand this any longer!

And you might as well know now...

We'll adjourn till after lunch.

Mr. De Winter,

I presume you'll

be available for us then?

I told you you should

have had some breakfast.

You're hungry.

That's what's the matter with you.

Mr. Frith thought you might

like to have some lunch from

the house and sent me with it.

- Oh, that's fine, Mullen.

Can you pull around the corner?

- Very good, sir.

Awfully foolish of me

fainting like that.

Nonsense. If you hadn't fainted,

I'd have really lost my temper.

Darling, please be careful.

Darling, wait here a few moments.

- I'll see if I can find old Frank.

- Of course, darling.

- Don't worry about me.

I'll be all right.

- Sure? All right.

Here, have a spot of this.

Do you good.

Thank you.

- Sure you're all right?

- Yes, of course.

- I won't be long.

- Right you are.

- Ugh.

- Hello.

And how does the bride

find herself today?

I say, marriage with Max is not exactly

a bed of roses, is it?

I think you'd better go

before Maxim gets back.

Oh, jealous, is he?

Well, I can't say I blame him.

But you don't think

I'm the Big Bad Wolf, do you?

I'm not, you know. I'm

a perfectly ordinary, harmless bloke.

And I think you're behaving

splendidly over all this.

Perfectly splendidly.

You know, you've grown up a bit

since I last saw you.

- It's no wonder.

- What do you want, Favell?

Oh, hello, Max. Things are going

pretty well for you, aren't they?

Better than you ever expected.

I was rather worried about you at first.

That's why I came down

to the inquest.

I'm touched by your solicitude,

but if you don't mind,

we'd rather like to have our lunch.

Lunch! I say, what a jolly idea!

Rather like a picnic, isn't it?

I'm so sorry.

Do you mind if I put this there?

You know, Max, old boy, I really think

I ought to talk things over with you.

Talk what things over?

Well, those holes in the planking,

for one thing.

Those holes that were drilled

from the inside.

- Oh, Mullen!

- Yes, sir?

Would you, like a good fellow,

have my car filled with petrol?

- It's almost empty.

- Very good, sir.

- And Mullen, close the door, will you?

- Yes, sir.

Does this bother you?

You know, old boy,

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