Dominique

Where are you going, darling?

Shopping, I usually do on Saturdays.

Not this Saturday.

Not unless you drive yourself.

You fired the chauffeur.

I did what?

Last night, after the party.

You quarreled with him, said he'd been driving too fast.

Don't you remember?

Yes, of course.

- John? - Yes, Ma'am?

Was I unpleasant to you last night?

Did I ask you to leave?

Why, uh, yes, ma'am.

I need your help.

Perfect.

It's about Dominique.

As you probably know,

she has a birthday coming up in two weeks.

I know, I'm doing a sketch as a present.

If she likes it, I'll sculpt her a head for Christmas.

I thought I might give a dinner party for her.

- Help cheer her up. - Good idea.

It's important that nothing go wrong.

I want her to get her confidence back.

And I thought maybe you might help me arrange things.

- Do you think you could? - Of course.

I'd be glad to.

I think we should accept the offer.

We'd lose control of the firm, wouldn't we?

We need their capital.

Without it, we could lose everything.

Oh, I think we can get it elsewhere.

At rates of interest that could destroy us.

We better accept before they change their minds.

No.

Did you see the television play last night?

Yes, I did.

You should ask Arnold, I was really frightened.

Frightened?

Yes, the television play last night.

The one about the ghost.

I didn't see it.

I wouldn't have been frightened, though.

I nearly saw a ghost once.

What do you mean, nearly?

You either see one or you don't.

You remember Beauty?

- Our dog, a cocker spaniel. - She got a virus.

Poor little thing, her legs kept giving way,

and the vet said she'd have to be put down.

She always used to sleep in a little basket by our bed.

On the day that she was taken away,

I woke up in the middle of the night,

and I saw her lying there.

I could've reached out and touched her.

Did you?

No, I closed my eyes and I said there are no such things

as ghosts and when I opened them, she was gone.

What if you hadn't said that?

What if you really believed?

Oh, it still would've been an illusion.

I wonder.

- Happy birthday. - Happy birthday.

Oh, my broach!

Where did you last see it?

In Dominique's bedroom, I was doing my hair.

You said how pretty it was.

Not to worry, Marjorie, I'm sure it's somewhere.

- Was it pinned down properly? - Yes, I'm sure it was.

Don't you remember, you said how much you liked it,

and how pretty it would look on your blue dress.

What is it?

What is it?

Downstairs.

The conservatory.

Feeling better?

Why don't you tell me what that was all about last night?

You know very well.

How would I know?

You put it there.

There was nothing there, darling.

But I saw it.

And I didn't fire John.

Well, we'll try not to quarrel with the next one, alright?

Mrs. Ballard?

No, I'm Ann Ballard.

Mr. Ballard's sister.

Or rather, half-sister.

Oh, my Tony's Calvert, I'm the new chauffeur.

The agency sent me.

Oh, yes.

Radio repair, auto mechanic.

Well, these seem quite good.

Do you mind if I, um, check these?

No, of course not, sir.

I've worked for a number of Americans, sir.

Cars are a bit temperamental,

but I manage to keep them running.

Mm, salary acceptable to you, is it?

- Yes. - When can you start?

Well, the agency suggested I be ready

to start right away, sir.

Good, you'll find your quarters excellent,

as well as the food.

Oh, and uh, Tony.

I would expect excellent service.

Wouldn't be fair if you didn't, sir.

Mm.

Her one consolation since the accident.

- An accident, sir? - Mm.

She fell down the stairs, been almost a year now.

Mrs. Davis will show you to your room.

This way.

- What's it like? - What?

Well, the house, the people.

Mr. Ballard is a partner in a firm stockbrokers.

You will drive him to the city each morning and then

come back to take Mrs. Ballard wherever she wants to go.

You will pick up Mr. Ballard when he's finished work.

The young lady is Mr. Ballard's half-sister.

She's an artist, lives in a cottage down the road.

And Mrs. Ballard's accident, how did that happen?

I've no idea.

Dominique.

Dominique.

Dominique.

Dominique.

Dominique.

Dominique.

Dominique.

Dominique.

Mrs. Ballard?

Tony, you've got to help me.

He hides things to make me think I'm losing my memory.

That broach, he put it on my dress.

And now...

Yes?

Voices.

Voices?

Calling me in my room.

Mad, isn't it?

But that's what he wants everybody to believe.

That I'm mad.

Tony, please help me.

Help me find whatever he's doing.

Look, Mrs. Ballard.

Well, I've got a good job here.

Mr. Ballard's my employer.

I can't take your side against him.

Then you won't help me?

I'm sorry.

Tony, Tony, Mrs. Ballard, come quickly.

Quick!

Better fetch a doctor, sir.

I'll cut her down.

I'm sorry.

Did she leave a note?

We found this in her hand.

"I make only two requests, that my truskin bracelet"

"be buried with me and that my will not be read"

"until the date of my wedding anniversary,"

"October the 31st."

A truskin bracelet?

Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts.

Shut not thy merciful ears to our prayer,

but spare us, Lord most holy.

Oh, God, most mighty.

Oh, holy and merciful savior.

Thou most worthy judge eternal.

Suffer us not at our last hour.

For any pains of death to fall from thee.

- Do you want me to stay? - No, thank you, Ann.

Come in.

Good morning, sir.

Mrs. Davis said you wanted to see me?

Oh, uh, yes.

Tony, you didn't hear anything unusual last night, did you?

Unusual, sir?

Mm, any sounds.

No, don't think so, sir.

You weren't playing your radio around 11?

No, I went to bed early, sir.

Well, if you do hear anything different,

would you let me know?

Yes, sir.

That'll be all, Tony.

Okay.

Yes?

- Mr. Ballard? - Yes?

This is the superintendent of the cemetery

where your wife is buried.

I'm sorry to disturb you at this late hour, sir, but,

something very strange has happened,

and I thought I'd better let you know.

Strange?

Yes, sir.

What is it?

Well, I'd rather you came down in the morning

and saw for yourself, sir.