Rebecca Page #2

Thank you. It's very kind of you,

but I'm not very hungry.

Oh, come on.

Eat it up like a good girl.

You're taking

long enough for that sketch.

I expect a really fine work of art.

Oh, no, don't look at it.

It's not nearly good enough.

But it can't be

as bad as all that.

Now, don't rub it all out.

Let me look at it first.

- It's the perspective.

I never can get it right.

- Let me see.

Oh, dear.

Tell me, is it the perspective...

that gives my nose that

curious twist in the middle?

- Well, you're not

a very easy subject to sketch.

- No?

- Your expression

keeps changing all the time.

- Does it?

Well, I'd concentrate on the view

instead if I were you.

Much more worthwhile.

It rather reminds me of our coastline

at home. Do you know Cornwall at all?

Yes. I went there once

with my father on holiday.

I was in a shop once,

and I saw a postcard...

with a beautiful house on it,

right by the sea.

And I asked whose house it was, and

the old lady said, "That's Manderley."

- I felt ashamed for not knowing.

- Manderley is beautiful.

To me, it's just the place

where I was born...

and have lived in all my life.

But now, I don't suppose

I shall ever see it again.

We're lucky not to be home

during the bad weather, aren't we?

Hmm.

I can't ever remember enjoying swimming

in England untilJune, can you?

The water's so warm here

that I could stay in all day.

There's a dangerous undertow, and

there was a man drowned here last year.

I never have any fear

of drowning, have you?

Come, I'll take you home.

Oh, yes. I know Mr. De Winter well.

I knew his wife too.

Before she married, she was the

beautiful Rebecca Hildreth, you know.

She was drowned, poor dear,

while she was sailing near Manderley.

He never talks about it,

of course, but he's a broken man.

I suppose I'd better have it.

Wretched stuff!

Give me a chocolate, quick!

Oh, there you are.

It's about time.

Hurry up.

I want to play some rummy.

She was the beautiful Rebecca Hildreth,

you know.

They say he simply adored her.

She was the beautiful

Rebecca Hildreth, you know.

I suppose he just can't

get over his wife's death.

She was the beautiful

Rebecca Hildreth, you know.

But he's a broken man.

- Bonjour.

- Well, where are you going?

- Oh, I thought I'd take a tennis lesson.

- I see.

I suppose you've had a look at the pro,

and he's desperately handsome...

and you've conceived

a schoolgirl crush on him.

All right, go ahead.

Make the most of it.

- Off duty?

- Oh, yes.

Mrs. Van Hopper's cold has turned

into flu, so she's got a trained nurse.

- I'm sorry for the nurse.

You keen on tennis?

- No, not particularly.

That's good.

We'll go for a drive.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Van Hopper.

How are you feeling?

You got on rather well with him,

didn't you?

That pro must have been

teaching you other things than tennis.

Hurry up.

I want you to make some calls.

I wonder if Mr. De Winter

is still in the hotel.

May I go now?

For the number of lessons you've had,

you ought to be ready for Wimbledon.

But this will be your last,

so make the most of it.

The trouble is, with me laid up

like this, you haven't had enough to do.

But I'm getting rid of that nurse today,

and from now on

you'll stick to your job.

Yes, Mrs. Van Hopper.

- Nurse!

- Yes, Mrs. Van Hopper?

Are you absolutely sure you left

those messages for Mr. De Winter?

- Why, yes, madame.

- I simply can't believe it.

He would most certainly

have called me back.

Oh, well. Poor boy.

I simply hate to see him so alone.

You know, I, I wish there

could be an invention...

that bottled up the memory

like perfume.

And it never faded,

never got stale.

Then whenever I wanted to,

I could uncork the bottle...

and live the memory

all over again.

And what particular moment

would you want to keep?

Oh, all of them,

all these last few days.

I feel as though I'd, I'd collected

a whole shelf full of bottles.

Sometimes, you know, those

little bottles contain demons...

that have a way

of popping out at you...

just as you're trying

most desperately to forget.

Stop biting your nails.

Oh, I wish I were a woman of 36,

dressed in black satin,

with a string of pearis.

You wouldn't be here

with me if you were.

Would you please tell me, Mr. De Winter,

why you asked me to come out with you?

Oh, it's obvious

that you want to be kind,

but why do you choose me

for your charity?

I asked you to come out with me

because I wanted your company.

You've blotted out

the past for me more...

than all the bright

lights of Monte Carlo.

But if you think I just asked

you out of kindness or charity,

you can leave the car now

and find your own way home.

Go on, open the door and get out.

Better blow your nose.

Please don't call me Mr. De Winter.

I have a very impressive

array of first names.

George Fortescue Maximilian. But you

needn't bother with them all at once.

My family call me Maxim.

And another thing.

Please promise me never

to wear black satin or pearis...

or to be 36 years old.

Yes, Maxim.

For the love of Pete! Come here!

What do you think?

My daughter's engaged to be married.

- Oh, really? How nice.

- We must leave for New York at once.

Get reservations

on the Aquitania, and we'll take

the 12:
30 train for Cherbourg.

Hurry up and get a maid to help with

the packing. We've no time to waste.

Go on and don't dawdle!

Mr. De Winter, please.

Oh, he's gone out riding?

He won't be back till noon?

Oh... well...

give me the porter, please.

I'll go and see if there's

anything left in my room.

Has Mr. De Winter come in yet?

Oh, he has?

Would you connect me, please?

Oh, I-I was looking for my book.

I- I suppose I've packed it.

Well, come on.

The car's waiting at the door.

I'd like to leave a forwarding address

if they happen to find that book.

Would you ring

Mr. De Winter, please?

Yes, madam.

Cent vingt-deux.

There isn't any answer.

Thank you.

- Tell her to hurry up!

- Yes, madam.

I was looking for Mr. De Winter.

Mr. De Winter just ordered

breakfast in his room, mademoiselle.

Come in.

Hello. What are you doing here?

Anything the matter?

I've come to say good-bye.

We're going away.

- What on earth are you talking about?

- It's true.

We're going now, and

I was afraid I wouldn't see you again.

Where is she taking you to?

New York. I don't want to go.

I shall hate it.

I shall be miserable.

I'll dress in here.

I shan't be long

Which would you prefer,

New York or Manderley?

Oh, please don't joke about it.

Mrs. Van Hopper's waiting...

and I-I'd better say good-bye now.

I repeat what I said.

Either you go to America

with Mrs. Van Hopper,

or you come home

to Manderley with me.

You mean you want

a secretary or something?

I'm asking you to marry me,

you little fool.

Come in.

Is that my food? I'm famished.

I didn't have any breakfast.

Ah, my suggestion didn't seem

to go at all well. I'm sorry.

Oh, but you don't understand. It's that

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