See No Evil

- Hello. - Hello, Uncle George.

- Doesn't she look well? - She always looks good.

All right, old chap, you've made your point.

Lovely to see you!

We haven't moved anything.

Mind the arch.

Yes, I remember.

Damn!

There goes my grand entrance.

- Oh, Sarah. - What was it?

- Did I break it? - Of course not.

- It wouldn't matter if you had. - Where is it?

- This goes on the newel post? - Yes, that's right.

- It's the one thing that is new. I forgot. - It's all right.

Now I know where it is.

You'll find everything the same up here.

Now,

nothing has been touched in your room.

But Sandy is going to be sharing with you.

- Just for the first few days. - Okay.

Well, here we are.

Dinner was wonderful.

Well, just pot luck, I'm afraid. I've been rather disorganized today.

I wish you'd disorganized that hospital a bit.

- Was the food that awful? - I didn't eat for five weeks.

I remember when I was in the hospital...

Sarah, is there anything else you'd like, dear?

You know what I'd like? A nice glass of port to put me off to sleep.

- It's on its way. - No, I'll get it.

- Let's see if I can find the right bottle. - Yes, of course.

As I was saying, when I had my appendix out...

We don't want to hear that revolting story again!

It isn't that one. It's the one about the food.

Sarah, that's the whiskey, dear.

Oh, you're right.

Got it.

Right, well, I'll go into the kitchen and help Sandy with the dishes.

- Shall I pour it for you? - It's okay.

If you don't mind my playing blind man's buff with your vintage port.

Not at all. Help yourself.

Anyhow, if I spill any, it'll match the carpet.

Oh, I've just remembered.

As I was leaving for the station, Steve rang.

Did he?

Well, I guess it's a bit late to call him right now.

I don't think he'd mind.

Still, I don't feel quite up to it tonight.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- There you are. - Thank you.

Tired?

Well, I did find it rather a strain today.

I can imagine.

I think the hardest part is not rushing to help her every minute.

Well, that's exactly what she wants: no fuss.

The best thing is to let her find her own way,

and just not pay her too much attention.

She's very determined to manage herself.

She's certainly your sister's daughter.

I know. She is the same as she was.

A whim of iron.

You don't mind me sharing, do you?

Why should I mind?

Only, er...

Mother thought it would be a good idea until you...

Well, until you get used to things again.

I know. She's right.

You will be a help, Sandy.

- Sarah. - Mmm?

What's it like?

Bloody awful.

- Good night, Sarah. - Night.

- Good night. - Night.

Now, who would do that?

Spoiling things for the sake of spoiling them.

- It might have been an accident. - It's envy.

They're not prepared to work so that they can own something worthwhile.

They can't bear the existence of other people who will.

Darling, you'll get it repaired. Will you please stop going on about it?

If it had been an accident, I wouldn't mind. Accidents happen.

But this is so bloody nasty. I just Wish I could do something.

- The insurance will pay for it. - That's not the point.

What happened?

Somebody scratched the car. You'd think the world was coming to an end.

They did it deliberately, that's what I can't get over.

Badly scratched?

The whole of the front end. You should see...

- You can probably imagine what it's like. - Life is going to get difficult

if you keep trying to eliminate the verb "to see" from your vocabulary.

Yes, I suppose it is. I'm sorry.

It's a shame about the car.

Sarah. A bit further to your left.

You're heading for the cellar door.

Oh!

Right. Thank you.

Honestly, did you ever hear such a fuss?

Oh, you know what men are like with their cars.

You're late.

- Yeah. I missed the bus. - Catch up, then. There's a good chap.

Fix the mower, then get on with the lawns.

Yeah.

Who is it?

You don't know me, but I know you.

I heard about you.

The name is Barker.

- I've been got in to help your uncle. - How do you do?

They shot him, didn't they?

The horse.

What do they want to shoot the poor creature for?

They had to. He broke his leg when we fell.

That's what they say.

Sarah! Sarah!

Telephone. It's Steve.

Here we are.

- It's okay. You're alone. - Thank you.

Steve?

Welcome home. I've been waiting for you to call me.

Well, I only arrived last night.

How are things going?

Oh, still finding my way about, falling over the furniture.

I thought I'd pick you up tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Yes. I've got some new horses I'd like you to meet.

- All right. That will be lovely. - Okay.

- I'll be over sometime after lunch. - Right.

- See you tomorrow, then. - Fine. Goodbye.

Bye-bye.

We may not be here when you get back.

We promised to go over to the Fenners'. You know how the Fenners drag on.

- Of course. - Steve's car is coming up the drive.

I'd better go.

I'll take that.

- Ciao. - Bye-bye, dear. Will you be late back?

I don't know.

- Well, Sandy will be here. - Right. Slow down.

Uncle George, bye-bye.

- Enjoy yourself. - Thanks.

Sarah, could you manage here on your own?

I mean, if you got back and I wasn't here,

could you manage by yourself for a while?

- Who is he? - Someone I met in town the other day.

- I promised to meet him. You mind? - Of course not.

- Are you sure you'll be all right? - I'll be all right.

Steve.

No, miss. We've got a mare in foal, so Mr Reding sent me.

- He said to apologise. - Oh, I see.

This way.

Careful! Mind your head getting in.

- Sarah, thanks. - Okay.

Come on.

Wait. Come on.

Hold it.

Come on. Come on.

- What was that? - Diddicoys.

Diddicoys. Gippos. Gypsies.

- Don't know why they allow 'em. - They don't do much harm, surely?

No.

And they don't do much good neither.

Jacko...

Sarah!

Hello.

Hello!

- You look marvelous! - Thank you.

Come on, let's go to the house.

- Well, cheers. - Cheers.

- Welcome back. - Thank you.

How are you, Sarah?

Well, I'm fine, actually.

Your foal. It's a bad time of year for a foal, isn't it?

Yeah. Yes, it is.

- It'll probably never survive the winter. - No, not a chance.

When the poor mare gets pregnant, they hand it to me,

and expect me to work miracles.

I should have refused, I suppose, but they're such good customers.

Look, Sarah, you know I wanted to visit you.

Yes, I know.

I suppose you had your reasons.

Yeah, I did.

Can't you tell me about them?

It is important to me, you know.

- Yes. What is it? - It's the mare, Mr Reding.

- Do you want to come along? - Of course!

Mind the step.

Hey, it's over.

How are they?

Oh, they're all right for now.

Isn't there anything you can do to save the foal?

Oh, there's lots to be done, and it'll be done,

but I don't hold out much hope for it.

Hey!

- Hello. He's friendly. - Yes, he is.

He's one of the new ones. He's got plenty of spirit.

- What color is he? - He's chestnut.

He's your kind of horse.

Can I ride him?

- Of course. - I mean, now.

Sure. Why not?

Oh!

George.

Don't you think you should be getting ready?

Please hurry, darling. Remember the traffic last time.