Rebecca Page #13

She lied on purpose.

She foresaw the whole thing.

That's why she stood there

laughing when she...

Don't think about it anymore.

Thank you, Frank.

Hello, Danny?

I just wanted to tell you the news.

Rebecca held out on both of us.

She had cancer.

Yes, suicide.

And now Max and that

dear little bride of his...

will be able to stay on at Manderley

and live happily ever after.

Bye-bye, Danny.

- Is this your car, sir?

- Yes.

Will you be going soon?

This isn't a parking place, you know.

Oh, isn't it?

People are entitled...

to leave their cars

outside if they want to.

It's a pity some of you fellows

haven't anything better to do.

When you phoned,

did she say she'd wait up?

I asked her to go to bed,

but she wouldn't hear of it.

I wish I could get some

more speed out of this thing.

Is something worrying you, Maxim?

I can't get over the feeling

something's wrong.

- Frank!

- What's the matter? Why did we stop?

What's the time?

Oh, this clock's wrong.

It must be 3:
00 or 4:00. Why?

That can't be the dawn

breaking over there.

It's in the winter that

you see the Northern Lights, isn't it?

That's not the Northern Lights.

That's Manderley!

Frith! Frith!

Mrs. De Winter. Where is she?

- I thought I saw her, sir.

- Where?

Maxim.

Thank heaven

you've come back to me.

- Are you all right, darling?

Are you all right?

- Oh, yes, I'm all right.

Mrs. Danvers. She's gone mad.

She said she'd rather destroy Manderley

than see us happy here.

Look! The west wing!

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