Secret Beyond the Door... Page #6

You know, as a child Mark was very like David -

emotional, over-sensitive.

I remember once when he was only ten I locked

him in his room, just to tease him.

When he was let out he was beside himself,

screaming and crying with rage.

Are you deaf? Well, answer me!

I won't put up with your snooping any longer.

What did you think you'd find in my room?

Stop reading when I'm talking to you.

What did you think you'd find?

Take that smirk off your

face and answer me!

What are you afraid I could find?

You miserable, disgusting little brat!

Mark, no!

Mark, you can't - he's only a child!

I've got to, Celia. If you think you can handle

him better than I have, I give you my blessing.

Mark, what in heaven's name...

You seem to have great sympathy and

understanding for David, my dear -

and I can see why you might. I wish

you'd try and understand me as well.

I'm sorry, Mrs Lamphere,

but you must never interfere

between him and me. You see,

he killed my mother.

Funny... why do I keep on thinking

about red carnations...

and lilacs?

Maybe when pain becomes unbearable,

one doesn't feel it any more.

I came down here... to write Edith,

but the gardener found her husband's wallet.

David is leaving.

I shouldn't have let him go like that.

I should have defended Mark.

The gardener said he had the lilacs dug out.

I'm thinking in circles. I must pull myself together.

The whole thing is ridiculous.

David is over-sensitive and high-strung.

But how did Eleanor die?

How... did... Eleanor... die?

She felt that Mark didn't love him.

When she bacame ill, the desire to live

might have turned the balance

but she didn't want to.

She had no resistance left.

She loved Mark, but he didn't love her.

Can one kill by purposely denying

someone love -

by taking away the desire to live?

When Mr Mark came back from war,

he couldn't do enough to help.

Every day he brought her books, or fruit,

or flowers -

and he always gave her

her medicine himself.

Mr Mark is the soul of kindness.

- I know, Sarah, I know.

Hit by a car. They didn't stop.

Miss Robey, get the first aid kid.

I don't want to bring him in the house.

His paw is bleeding.

The soul of kindness, tender and gentle.

What goes on in this mind

that he can change so suddenly?

He keeps it locked,

like this door.

I have to open them both, for his sake.

Mark?

Yes?

Mark, if you won't come to my rooms any more,

I have to come to yours.

Do we have something to talk about?

- I think so.

David.

I've no intention of discussing David.

Mark... Mark, it's such an

impossible situation.

I've no time to listen.

I'm in a hurry. I'm having dinner in town.

Stupid of me to... take it off.

Lamphere stayed in town over night

and it's so early.

But why do you want

people to think you're disfigured?

There was a scar - a very unpleasant one.

When I saved David's life, in a way I saved

myself too. I was going to be fired.

Is the word too blunt for you,

Mrs Lamphere?

For me it's basic English,

one of the key words.

Mark was going to...

- No, not he.

Caroline and Eleanor

wanted me out of the house.

Afterward everybody was very grateful.

Their gratitude has been my

social security.

- But...

Plastic surgery during my vacations.

I intended letting them know,

but when I heard he was...

When you heard he'd married me -

was that why, Miss Robey?

You hoped he might marry you.

Now I suppose you'll tell him.

If you don't want me to, no.

I promise I won't tell anyone.

Come on now, Miss Robey, come on.

We'll both forget this morning.

Where is your purse?

Miss Robie?

Is there anyone there?

I want New York, Gramercy 42757.

This is 926.

Hello? Operator? Hello?

Is somebody there?

What?

Alright, please call me back then.

No - Mrs Lamphere.

Are you busy?

Shall I come back later?

- No, I was calling Edith.

Were you in my room just now?

- No, Mark. Why?

I wondered. Celia, I think you're right:

We do have to talk about David.

- Yes, Mark.

- That wasn't our first quarrel.

I like him, really, but sometimes I feel he rejects

me and that does something to me.

I feel a sort of frenzy.

And... when you defended him...

Celia, you mean so much to me.

What about David?

- Well, I've been thinking, darling -

everything here reminds him of his mother.

If we send him to school in New York

he'll be with boys of his own age.

And you'll have time to tame me, hmm?

Well, I hadn't thought of that,

but now that you...

What is it, Mark?

One of the candles is shorter than the other.

Does it matter, darling?

It jars me somehow. It breaks the symmetry.

I'll tell Edith I'll call back.

I'll see you later.

I have to shave, anyway.

Hello, Edith...

Why can't Miss Robey go with me?

She knows New York.

The main job is buying your clothes.

I know how to shop.

I telephoned Bob. He said he'd get here later in

the evening to drive David in, if he can make it.

Otherwise, he'd meet him at Grand Central.

You'll like Bob, David.

Oh, is David's registration there?

Here's something.

That's it.

From Edith.

Time seems to stand still when you

wait for everyone else to sleep.

If I don't do it now, I'll never dare.

It's Eleanor's room. The bed she died in.

David is right -

but no, this room is a copy.

The others are actual rooms.

What can it mean?

Where are her things,

the little things that made the room hers?

Isn't the room finished?

But Mark said it was finished.

Oh, Mark, darling -you blame yourself,

you torture yourself.

You think you killed because

you couldn't give her love.

That's why the room is only a copy-

you couldn't kill.

The candles!

It's my room!

It's waiting for me!

Don Ignacio's room.

I saw light in your rooms.

I want to get away, I want to leave.

I'll get your coat.

It's miles to the station.

Here's the key to the station wagon.

Thanks, Miss Robie.

Constancia.

Maria, Isabella.

[SCREAM]

It'll be a curious trial.

The people of the state of

New York vs Mark Lamphere.

Charged with the murder

of his wife, Celia.

Exhibit A. What can I answer when I'm asked

if the murder was premeditated?

Premeditated? I planned it all my life.

The record shows that you met your wife

only this spring in Mexico.

Yes. I loved her very much and, somehow...

I felt as though I had been

searching for her all my life.

- To kill her!

- No, I...

That... came later.

There is a rumour that you

also killed your first wife, Eleanor.

No. I blamed myself -

that's why I built the room.

She died because I didn't love her -

and maybe, unconsciously,

I wanted her to die, but no man is responsible

for his unconscious thoughts.

If you aren't responsible for

your thoughts, who is?

A man thinks according to the life he's led.

All my life I was dominated by women.

As a child, by my mother.

When she left me - when she died -

by Caroline and by Eleanor...

I never lived a life of my own

and I may have thought of... but you

can't try a man for his thoughts!

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