The Nightcomers

PETER QUINT!

PETER QUINT!

PETER QUINT! PETER QUINT!

QUINT, WHERE ARE YOU?

PETER QUINT!

PETER QUINT!

QUINT, WHERE ARE YOU?

HO!

THERE HE IS!

COME.

I WAS CALLED?

MRS. GROSE.

MASTER.

BEFORE I LEAVE, THERE ARE MATTERS WE MUST DISCUSS.

NOW, UM, YOU MAY SIT DOWN.

WHERE'S QUINT GONE?

I NEVER SAW HIM.

YOU SEE? HE HIDES!

YES.

GOTCHA!

Boy: PETER QUINT!

AS SOON AS HE HIDES FROM US,

I DON'T LAUGH ANYMORE.

BECAUSE IT'S BETTER WITH HIM.

YES!

AND THAT IS WHY I'M GOING AWAY. BUT--

THE CHILDREN ARE NOT MY RESPONSIBILITY.

IT WAS NOT MY WISH THAT MY COUSINS SHOULD DIE

IN SUCH CIRCUMSTANCE AS THEY DID,

NOR WAS IT MY WISH THAT I SHOULD BECOME THE CHILDREN'S GUARDIAN

IN THE EVENT OF THEIR PARENTS' DEATH.

PARDON ME...

BUT YOU ARE THE CLOSEST KIN

TO FLORA AND MILES.

THAT IS WHY WE LEAVE THEM HERE.

IT BELONGED TO THE CHILDREN'S FATHER,

BUT I CANNOT STAY.

AND, MASTER, MYSELF?

YOU ARE THE HOUSEKEEPER.

YOU MUST KEEP ABOUT YOUR DUTIES AS SAME.

AND THE LATE GENTLEMAN'S VALET--MR., UH, QUINT?

HE HAS BEEN HERE A LONG TIME,

BUT, UH, THERE IS NO VALETING.

PERHAPS FOR THE BOY LATER ON,

BUT, UH, IF HE SO PLEASES TO STAY ON,

CAN HE NOT DO FOR THE GARDENS?

I AM SURE.

AND THEN THERE IS THE NANNY.

MISS JESSEL.

I DO NOT THINK I HAVE SEEN HER SINCE YESTERDAY.

WHERE IS MISS JESSEL?

Miles: COME ON, FLORA.

WE'VE SEEN YOU!

WE'VE SEEN YOU!

COME ON. WE'VE SEEN YOU.

WELL, I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER COME.

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

YOU ARE BREATHING TOO HEAVILY TO BE ASLEEP.

OH. YOU KNOW, I DON'T FEEL SO GOOD.

WE SAW YOU RUNNING OUT OF THE TOWER.

LOOK WHAT I COUGHED UP.

WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?

I COUGHED IT UP.

FROM LONDON, I WILL MAKE

THE NECESSARY FINANCIAL ARRANGEMENTS

FOR THE UPKEEP OF THE PLACE,

ALL THE SALARIES,

BUT, UH, FOR MYSELF, I SHALL STAY AWAY.

I KNOW IT IS UNLIKELY,

BUT IF THERE IS AN URGENCY

OR ONE OF THE CHILDREN BECOME LOW--

MISS JESSEL IS THE NANNY.

SHE WILL WRITE TO ME IMMEDIATELY.

SHE MUST BE TOLD.

I WILL DO THAT.

WHERE ARE YOU TAKING US?

JUST BE PATIENT. YOU'LL SEE.

YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT.

AHH.

Master: MISS JESSEL.

YES, SIR.

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

JUST WALKING.

COME ON NOW.

BE A GOOD BOY.

OPEN UP.

HMM.

HA.

SEE?

HA HA HA!

BUT I'M HAVING TO LEAVE NO--

LITTLE MONKEYS.

YOU SEE, HE LIKES IT. GOD KNOWS WHY.

MUST BE THE HOT AIR.

HOW DO YOU KNOW ALL THESE THINGS?

QUINT, WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO IT?

WAIT AND SEE.

IT'S BLOWING UP. IT'S GETTING FATTER!

YOU SEE, THE MORE HE SMOKES,

THE BIGGER HE GETS. OH.

AND BECAUSE HE CAN'T STOP LIKING IT,

HE KEEPS ON DOING IT.

EH, I THINK HE'S HAPPY ABOUT IT.

AND, UH, YOU WILL HAVE NO DIFFICULTY

WITH, UH, FLORA AND MILES?

THEY'RE GEMS.

AND THEIR SCHOOLING?

I WILL ADMINISTER.

UNTIL THEY GO TO A PROPER SCHOOL.

THAT IS TO BE YOUR DECISION, SIR.

WHAT DO YOU SAY, MISS JESSEL?

SHOULD WE TELL THEM THAT THEIR PARENTS ARE DECEASED?

AAH!

I WANT TO SEE QUINT BEFORE I GO.

AND THE CHILDREN? NO, NO, NO, NO.

I WILL NOT DISTURB THEM. THEY HARDLY KNOW ME.

WELL, I WILL SEND QUINT TO THE LODGE

SINCE YOU'RE IN SUCH A HURRY.

YES, YES.

DON'T BE AFEARED.

I'M NOT. YOU'RE CRYING.

POOR TOAD.

IT LIKES IT. QUINT SAYS SO.

HE'S ALWAYS RIGHT.

YES!

QUINT! QUINT.

MRS. GROSE SAID TO SEE THE MASTER AT THE LODGE.

OH. DID SHE NOW?

YES.

IMMEDIATELY.

OH. WELL, WHEN IS THAT?

THIS MINUTE. HE LEAVES NOW.

DO YOU MEAN I-- I'M GONNA GET THE PUSH?

POSSIBLY.

HMM. THAT I CAN'T BE THE GROOM NO MORE.

NOT IF YOU DON'T RUN.

AND I CAN'T BE THE GARDENER, NEITHER?

YOU'LL HAVE NOWHERE TO GO, NO MONEY.

YOU'LL STARVE BY THE ROADWAY.

AND YOU WON'T EVER BE ABLE TO SEE ME AGAIN,

WILL YOU, MARGARET?

DO NOT CALL ME SO.

AH. I FORGOT.

ONLY AFTER DARK.

QUINT, GO, ELSE YOU'LL MISS HIM.

HEH HEH HEH.

AND YOURSELF, DO YOU STAY?

I'M WITH THE CHILDREN.

HMM. WELL, COME ALONG WITH ME.

NO. I'D RATHER NOT BE SEEN WITH YOU.

HUH. WELL, SUIT YOURSELF.

YOU SEE, THE TOAD LIKES IT.

IT'S DEAD!

QUINT SAYS THAT, FLORA.

IT LOVES SMOKE SO MUCH

THAT IT HAS TO HAVE IT ALL.

HORRIBLE! NOT REALLY.

IT LOVES THE SMOKE SO MUCH

THAT IT KILLS ITSELF FOR THAT.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

BUT THAT'S THE TRUTH.

GOOD-BYE, MRS. GROSE.

GOOD-BYE, SIR.

Driver: HYAH!

QUINT!

GOOD DAY, SIR.

EXCUSE ME, SIR. AM I TO BE SET OFF?

YOU STAY, QUINT.

OH, THANK YOU, SIR.

THERE'S NOTHING FOR YOU TO DO,

SO YOU MUST DO AS YOU CAN.

WORK THE GARDENS IF YOU LIKE.

YES.

YES, SIR.

OH, YES, SIR. THANK YOU, SIR.

JUST LEAVE IT TO ME, SIR.

NOW THERE MUST BE MUCH TO DO,

WATCH OVER THE CHILDREN

AND THE, UH, HOUSEKEEPER

AND THE NANNY.

THAT IS EMPLOYMENT ENOUGH, IS IT NOT?

AH, YES, INDEED, SIR.

SEE TO IT THEN.

WELL, THANK YOU, SIR.

I--I'M INDEBTED TO YOU, SIR.

DRIVE ON.

GOOD-BYE, SIR.

AND STRAIGHT UP YOUR ASS, SIR.

LET IT GO.

THEN I'LL LOSE IT.

IF YOU LET IT RUN, IT WILL SLEEP

IN A CORNER.

NO.

IT CANNOT MOVE NOW. IT'S UPSIDE DOWN.

IT WILL DIE LIKE THAT.

NO. IT'S SAFE. IN THE MORNING, I'LL BRING IT BACK.

IT WILL HURT IT.

BUT IT WON'T DIE.

WHO SAYS?

QUINT.