Fanatic aka Die! Die! My Darling!

Still feel like you're on a ship?

A little.

I'll drop this film off, then we can go back to my flat

and you can have a rest before dinner. Tonight I'm gonna show you London.

Pat, if you're worried about staying in my flat,

we can book you into a hotel until we get married.

Oh, no, it's not that.

- It's Stephen's mother. - Mrs Trefoile?

I've been meaning to tell you something since we left New York.

Just before we sailed I received a letter from her asking if I was coming to England.

And?

Well, I wrote her back saying I was.

- On a holiday. I didn't mention you. - That's nice.

Well, I didn't see any point in upsetting her.

All right. You wrote back, and...?

- Now, don't shout. - I'm not shouting.

I told her I'd go see her.

I want to go before we get settled.

Alan, I want to start a completely new life with you.

I don't want any part of that other life hanging over us.

And it will if I don't see Stephen's mother now.

- Now?! - Ah-ah. You're shouting.

Come on, out of the car. You're going to meet my producer, Oscar.

Alan, you're not listening to me.

I'm not listening, because you're talking nonsense.

- It's not nonsense. - Would you mind taking my briefcase?

Alan.

Alan, I was engaged to her son.

And after the awful way he died, I think it's only fair that I...

It's only fair to you to forget all about him.

I don't think I can forget all about him. At least not until I see his mother.

- Alan, hello! - Hi!

Great to see you back. Let me help you with - oh!

Hello, you must be Patricia.

- Hello. - How do you do?

- You haven't lost your eye, old boy. - Come on, love.

Alan, I told you...

- Darling, please. - I'll just take the stuff up.

What are you trying to do?

I told you I'm going to visit Mrs Trefoile.

Now if you'll give me the keys to the car,

I'll visit her for an hour and be back this evening.

But it's too far. You'll have to stay overnight.

All right, I won't even stay with her. I'll get a room in a pub or something.

I'll be back tomorrow noon, then.

And if I order you not to?

Are you going to give me the keys to the car, or do I take a bus?

- You can drive? - As well as you can.

It is not automatic. Use the clutch!

Oh!

- I'm Patricia Carroll. - Come in.

Miss Carroll's here, Mrs Trefoile.

Mrs Trefoile?

My dear Miss Carroll. What a pleasure to welcome you.

- Thank you. - Had you any trouble getting here?

Not really. People were very kind.

I trust your companion and your servant have been accommodated?

- My...? - Anna, see to it.

Really, Mrs Trefoile, I'm quite alone.

Alone? My dear, how dangerous.

And foolish. Tea, Anna.

It was very kind of you to come and pay this visit to me.

Yes, I am pleased with Stephen's choice.

I see that you are obviously the type of young woman he would properly choose.

We have so much to discuss, my dear. So much.

My poor Stephen.

I...

I can only rejoice that he died unblemished.

A virgin soul.

So much more beloved by the Almighty.

Yes.

I have prayed for him.

And I know you have done so too.

And I have no doubt that he was at once transported to glory at his passing.

Being the unstained soul that he was.

We shall go to church together tomorrow

and offer up a token prayer.

- I'm afraid I... - Milk?

Please.

We will not pray at the regular service, however. I do not approve of the new rector.

- Oh. - Tell me about yourself, my dear.

Young, good family. Travelling all the way across the Atlantic

without a companion. Did you not find it lonesome?

No.

- No, I was all right. - Do you attend church regularly?

Well, not too regularly.

Not as often as I'd like.

Not as often as you'd like? What a strange thing to say.

If you like going to church, why do you not attend regularly?

Well, I mean... often, there isn't time.

Not time for prayer? Not time to sing the praises of the Lord?

One's duty to the Lord must take precedence, must it not?

Patricia, I'm surprised at you.

But you must want to rest after your tiring journey.

Anna! Come with me, my dear. I will conduct you to your room. Anna?

Yes, Mrs Trefoile. - The tea dishes to be washed at once.

- Miss Carroll will be staying for dinner. - Yes, Mrs Trefoile.

- We shall be eating at the usual time. - Yes, Mrs Trefoile.

- I wasn't planning to... - Come along, my dear.

I must confess myself disappointed in your church attendance.

My late husband. He was a truly religious man.

More so than some who wear the cloth.

- When did he...? - He died the year Stephen was born.

- Harry. - Yes, ma'am?

- Put Miss Carroll's car away in the shed. - Yes, ma'am.

This was his room.

His?

Stephen's.

And this is your room, my dear.

I trust you will be comfortable, my dear.

I keep a modest establishment. One must be careful with one's money these days.

But, if there's anything you desire...

My poor Stephen's love.

- Mrs Trefoile... - Rest now. Rest.

We will talk at dinner.

All right, Alan, I know. Don't shout.

I brought it on myself.

Stephen.

Stephen.

She's here, in this house, my darling.

But, of course, you know.

You know.

Mrs Trefoile?

One moment.

Come in.

- I hope I'm not disturbing you. - Not at all. I was, erm...

Something you require?

- Yes, I wondered if you might have a mirror. - A mirror?

Is it to adorn yourself, to observe yourself?

Mirrors are naught but tools of vanity, Patricia. I know.

Vanity, sensuality, Patricia. The Bible speaks of our vile bodies.

Oh.

I knew you would understand.

Oh, how lovely. What is that, a costume?

Mrs Trefoile, were you an actress?

God was good.

He led me from that evil.

- Evil? - Yes.

A pit of evil. A place for the lost and the damned.

The devil's entertainment. God's anathema.

It is a painful memory to me.

But by the grace of our Lord,

and the inspired inspiration of my late husband,

no more than a memory.

I keep it as a harsh reminder

of what I was.

Of what I escaped.

I think I will take that rest now.

It was a long drive.

I'll see you at supper, Mrs Trefoile.

All I asked for was a mirror.

Sheesh!

- What? You're wanted at service, miss.

Service?

All right, I'll be right down.

Pretty.

You can leave that now, Joseph.

Pretty.

You are late, Patricia.

You must learn to be more punctual.

I shall read from Deuteronomy. Chapter 1, Verse 1.

"These be the words which Moses spake unto all Israel.

"On this side of Jordan in the wilderness in the plain over against the Red Sea.

"Between Paran and Tophel and Laban and Hazaroth and Dizahab."

Verse 2. "There are eleven days' journey from Horeb.

"By the way of Mount Seir, unto Kadesh-barnea."

Amen.

Praise ye the Lord.

Verse 3.

"And it came to pass in the 40th year,

"in the eleventh month of the first day of the month

"that Moses spake unto the children of Israel

"according to all that the Lord had given him in commandment unto them."

Verse 4.

"After he had slain Sihon the King of the Amorites which dwelt in Hesbon

"and of the king of Bashan."

Verse 5.

"On this side of Jordan, in the land of Moab, began Moses to declare this law,

"saying: The Lord, our God spake unto us in Horeb..."

Verse 20.

"Thou shall eat it before the Lord thy God year by year

"in a place the Lord shall choose for thou and thou household."

- Praise ye the Lord. - Verse 21.

"If there be any blemish therein as if it be lame

"or blind or have any ill blemish thou shall not sacrifice it unto the Lord thy God."

- Verse 22. - (PAT'S STOMACH RUMBLES)

"Thou shalt eat it within thy gates

"the unclean and the clean shall eat it alike as the roebuck, and as the hart."

Verse 23.

"Only thou shalt not eat the blood thereof.

"Thou shalt pour it upon the ground as water."

Anna! You may serve the meal.

My foot fell asleep.

We thank thee, Lord, for this good food by thy grace is set before us.

We thank thee for the beneficence of thy everlasting grace

and the constancy of thy dominion over heaven and earth and all that lie within.

Thank ye, Lord our God.

Aren't you hungry, my child?

Mrs Trefoile.

Do you have any salt?