Rebecca Page #4

So I know I can leave all

the household arrangements to you.

Very well. I hope I shall do everything

to your satisfaction, madam.

I've managed the house since

Mrs. De Winter's death,

and Mr. De Winter

has never complained.

I think I'll go downstairs now.

That room in the west wing I was telling

you about is there through that door.

It's not used now.

It's the most beautiful

room in the house...

the only one that looks down

across the lawns to the sea.

It was Mrs. De Winter's room.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

You're Mrs. De Winter, aren't you?

- Yes.

- My name's Crawley.

I- I manage the estate for Maxim.

Awfully glad to meet you.

Fearful lot of stuff

piled up while Maxim was away.

Yes, I'm sure there must have been.

I, I do wish I could help

with some of it.

Oh, no. Frank never allows

anybody to help him.

He's like an old mother hen

with his bills and rents and taxes.

- Come on, Frank.

We must go over these estimates.

- I'll get my papers.

You'll find quantities

of breakfast over there.

- You must eat it all, or cook

will be mortally offended.

- I'll do my best, Maxim.

I have to go over the place with Frank

to make sure he hasn't lost any of it.

- But you'll be all right, won't you?

- Mm-hmm.

Getting acquainted

with your new home?

Have a look at The Times.

There's a thrilling article...

on what's the matter

with English cricket.

Oh, uh, yes, um...

My sister Beatrice and her husband Giles

Lacy have invited themselves for lunch.

- Today?

- Yes.

I suppose the old girl

can't wait to look you over.

You'll find her very direct.

If she doesn't like you,

she'll tell you so to your face.

Don't worry, darling. I'll be back

in time to protect you from her.

- Good-bye, darling.

- Good-bye, Maxim.

- Good-bye.

- Good-bye.

- Good morning, madam.

- Good morning, Frith.

Isn't there anything

I could get for you, madam?

Oh, no, thank you, Frith.

I'm really not very hungry.

Thank you.

- The paper, madam.

- Oh, yes. Thank you, Frith.

- Madam.

- I slipped.

Oh, thank you, Frith.

- It's big, isn't it?

- Yes, madam. Manderley is a big place.

This was the banquet hall

in the old days.

It's still used on great occasions,

such as a big dinner or a ball,

and the public is admitted here,

you know, once a week.

That's nice.

I beg pardon, madam.

I'm afraid the fire is not usually

lit in the library until the afternoon.

But you'll find one

in the morning room.

Of course, if you wish

this fire lit now, madam...

Oh, no, Frith.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Uh, Mrs. De Winter...

I mean, the late Mrs. De Winter

always did her correspondence...

and telephoning in the morning

room after breakfast.

Thank you, Frith.

Is anything wrong, madam?

Oh, no.

Uh, which way is the morning room?

- Oh, it's that door there on the left.

- Oh, yes, thank you.

Mrs. De Winter?

Oh, I'm afraid you've made a mistake.

Mrs. De Winter's been dead

for over a year.

Oh, I mean I...

- Oh.

- That was the house telephone, madam.

Probably the head gardener

wishing instructions.

Did you want to see me, Mrs. Danvers?

Mr. De Winter informed me

that his sister Mrs. Lacy...

and Major Lacy

are expected for luncheon.

I'd like to know

if you approve of the menu.

Oh, well, I-I'm sure

it's very suitable, very nice indeed.

You'll notice, madam, that

I've left a blank space for the sauce.

Mrs. De Winter was most

particular about sauces.

Let's have whatever you think

that Mrs. De Winter would have wanted.

Thank you, madam.

When you've finished your letters,

Robert will take them to the post.

My let... My letters?

Oh, yes, of course.

Thank you, Mrs. Danvers.

- How are you, Frith?

- Good morning, Mrs. Lacy.

- Where's Mr. De Winter?

- I believe he went down to

the farm with Mr. Crawley.

How tiresome of him not to be here

when we arrive, and how typical!

I must say, old Danvers

keeps the house looking lovely.

She certainly learned that

trick of arranging flowers from Rebecca.

I wonder how she likes it now,

being ordered about

by an ex-chorus girl.

Where on earth did you

get the idea she's an ex-chorus girl?

He picked her up

in the South of France, didn't he?

- What if he did?

- Well, I mean to say, there you are.

How do you do? I-I'm Maxim's wife.

How do you do? Well, I must say you're

quite different from what I expected.

Don't be so silly.

She's exactly what I told you she'd be.

- Well, how do you like Manderley?

- Very beautiful, isn't it?

And how do you get along

with Mrs. Danvers?

Well, I... I've never met anyone

quite like her before.

You mean she scares you? She's not

exactly an oil painting, is she?

Giles, you're very much

in the way here. Go somewhere else.

I'll try and find Maxim, shall I?

Giles.

I- I didn't mean to say anything

against Mrs. Danvers.

Oh, there's no need for you

to be frightened of her.

But I shouldn't have any more

to do with her than you can help.

- Shall we sit down?

- Oh, yes, yes, please.

You see, she's bound to be

insanely jealous at first,

and she must resent you bitterly.

- Why should she?

- Don't you know?

I should have thought

Maxim would have told you.

She simply adored Rebecca.

- How are you, Robert?

- Quite well, thank, you, madam.

- Still having trouble with your teeth?

- Unfortunately yes, madam.

You should have them out, all of them.

Wretched nuisances, teeth.

- Thank you, madam.

- Ooh, what a plateful.

- Do you hunt?

- I don't. I'm afraid I don't even ride.

Oh, have to ride down here.

We all do.

Which do you ride,

sidesaddle or astride?

Oh, yes, of course, I forgot.

You don't, do you?

Huh, you must.

Nothing else to do down here.

Maxim, when are you going to have

parties here again like the old days?

- I haven't thought about it.

- But everyone's dying to see you and...

Yes, I bet they are.

Why don't you have

the masquerade ball again?

- Well...

- My dear, are you fond of dancing?

Oh, I love it,

but I'm not very good at it.

- Do you rhumba?

- I've never tried.

You must teach me.

I say, old boy, I'm trying to find out

exactly what your wife does do.

Well, she sketches a little.

Sketches!

Not this modern stuff, I hope.

You know, portrait

of a lamp shade upside-down...

to represent a soul in torment.

- Don't sail, do you?

- No, I don't.

Well, thank goodness for that. Huh?

You're very much in love with Maxim,

aren't you?

Yes, I can see you are.

Don't mind my saying so, but why don't

you do something about your hair?

Why don't you have it cut

or sweep it back behind your ears?

Oh, no, that's worse.

What does Maxim say about it?

- Does he like it like that?

- Well, he never mentions it.

Oh, well, don't go by me.

I can see by the way you dress,

you don't care a hoot how you look.

But I wonder Maxim

hasn't been at you.

He's so particular about clothes.

I don't think he ever notices

what I wear.

Oh, well,

he must have changed a lot, then.

You mustn't worry

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