Rebecca Page #8

Didn't you hear what I said?

Sir George and Lady Moore.

Dudley Tennant.

Admiral and Lady Burbank.

I watched you go down...

just as I watched her a year ago.

Even in the same dress,

you couldn't compare.

You knew it!

You knew that she wore it,

and yet you deliberately

suggested I wear it!

Why do you hate me? What have I done

to you that you should ever hate me so?

You tried to take her place.

You let him marry you.

I've seen his face, his eyes.

They're the same as those first

weeks after she died.

I used to listen to him

walking up and down, up and down,

all night long,

night after night,

thinking of her, suffering

torture because he'd lost her.

I don't want to know.

I don't want to know.

You thought you could be

Mrs. De Winter,

live in her house, walk in her steps,

take the things that were hers.

But she's too strong for you.

You can't fight her.

No one ever got the better

of her, never, never.

She was beaten in the end,

but it wasn't a man, it wasn't a woman.

- It was the sea!

- Oh, stop it, stop it. Oh, stop it.

You're overwrought, madam.

I've opened a window for you.

A little air will do you good.

Why don't you go?

Why don't you leave Manderley?

He doesn't need you.

He's got his memories.

He doesn't love you.

He wants to be alone again with her.

You've nothing to stay for.

You've nothing to live for,

really, have you?

Look down there.

It's easy, isn't it?

Why don't you?

Why don't you?

Go on... go on.

Don't be afraid.

Shipwreck! Ship on the rocks!

It's a ship aground,

sending up rockets.

Shipwreck! Come on, everybody, down

to the bay! Notify the Coast Guard!

Oh, Maxim! Maxim!

- Ship ashore!

- Come on, come on! Everybody!

Maxim! Maxim!

Oh!

Ben, have you seen

Mr. De Winter anywhere?

She won't come back, will she?

You said so.

Who, Ben?

What do you mean?

Uh, the other one.

Oh, Frank,

have you seen Maxim anywhere?

Not since about half an hour ago.

I thought he'd gone up to the house.

No, he hasn't been

to the house at all,

and I'm afraid something

might have happened to him.

Frank, what's the matter?

Is anything wrong?

There is something wrong.

Well, the diver who went down

to inspect the bottom of the ship...

came across the hull

of another boat...

a little sailboat.

- Frank, is it...

- Yes, it's Rebecca's.

How did they recognize it?

He's a local man.

Knew it instantly.

It'll be so hard on poor Maxim.

Yes, it's going to bring it

all back again,

and worse than before.

Why did they have to find it?

Why couldn't they have left it there

in peace, at the bottom of the sea?

Well, I'd better get along

and arrange some breakfast for the men.

All right, Frank.

I'll go and look for Maxim.

Hello.

Maxim.

You haven't had any sleep.

Have you forgiven me?

Forgiven you?

What have I got to forgive you for?

For last night,

my stupidity about the costume.

Oh, that.

I'd forgotten.

I was angry with you, wasn't I?

Hmm.

Maxim, can't we start all over again?

I don't ask that you should love me.

I won't ask impossible things.

I'll be your friend, your companion.

I'll be happy with that.

You love me very much, don't you?

But it's too late, my darling.

We've lost our little

chance of happiness.

- No, Maxim, no.

- Yes. It's all over now.

The thing's happened.

The thing I've dreaded

day after day,

night after night.

Maxim, what are you trying to tell me?

Rebecca has won.

Her shadow has been

between us all the time,

keeping us from one another.

She knew

that this would happen.

What are you saying?

They sent a diver down.

He found another boat.

Yes, I know. Frank told me.

Rebecca's boat.

Oh, it's terrible for you.

I'm so sorry.

The diver made another discovery.

He broke one of the ports

and looked into the cabin.

There was a body in there.

Then she wasn't alone.

There was someone sailing with her,

and you have to find out who it was.

That's it, isn't it, Maxim?

You don't understand.

There was no one with her.

It's Rebecca's body

lying there on the cabin floor.

Oh, no.

The woman that was washed up

at Edgecombe,

the woman that is now buried

in the family crypt,

that was not Rebecca.

That was the body

of some unknown woman,

unclaimed, belonging nowhere.

I identified it,

but I knew it wasn't Rebecca.

It was all a lie.

I knew where

Rebecca's body was.

Lying on that cabin floor

on the bottom of the sea.

How did you know, Maxim?

Because I put it there.

Will you look into my eyes and

tell me that you love me now?

You see? I was right.

It's too late.

No, it's not too late.

You're not to say that.

I love you more

than anything in the worid.

Oh, please, Maxim,

kiss me, please.

No. It's no use.

It's too late.

We can't lose each other now.

We must be together always,

with no secrets, no shadows.

We may only have

a few days, a few hours.

Maxim, why didn't you tell me before?

I nearly did sometimes,

but you never seemed close enough.

How could we be close when I knew

you were always thinking of Rebecca?

How could I even ask you to love me

when I knew you loved Rebecca still?

What are you talking about?

What do you mean?

Whenever you touched me, I knew

you were comparing me with Rebecca.

Whenever you looked at me or spoke to me

or walked with me in the garden,

I knew you were thinking,

"This I did with Rebecca,

and this and this."

Oh, it's true, isn't it?

You thought I loved Rebecca?

You thought that?

I hated her.

Oh, I was carried away by her,

enchanted by her, as everyone was.

And when I was married, I was told

I was the luckiest man in the worid.

She was so lovely,

so accomplished, so amusing.

"She's got the three things that really

matter in a wife," everyone said.

"Breeding, brains and beauty."

And I believed them, completely.

But I never had

a moment's happiness with her.

She was incapable of love...

or tenderness or decency.

You didn't love her?

You didn't love her?

Do you remember that cliff

where you first saw me in Monte Carlo?

Well, I went there with Rebecca

on our honeymoon.

That was where

I found out about her.

Four days

after we were married.

She stood there laughing,

her black hair

blowing in the wind,

and told me all about herself.

Everything.

Things I'll never tell a living soul.

I wanted to kill her.

It would have been so easy.

Remember the precipice?

I frightened you, didn't I?

You thought I was mad.

Perhaps I was.

Perhaps I am mad.

It wouldn't make for sanity, would it,

living with the devil?

"I'll make a bargain with you,"

she said.

"You'd look rather foolish

trying to divorce me now

after four days of marriage,

"so I'll play the part

of a devoted wife, mistress

of your precious Manderley.

"I'll make it the most famous

showplace in England, if you like,

"and people will visit us

and envy us...

"and say we're the luckiest,

happiest couple in the country.

What a grand joke it will be!

What a triumph!"

I should never have accepted

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