Hammer House of Horror

Open up! I know you're in there!

Come on! Open the door!

Open up!

Come on. Open the door!

Who the hell are you?

Where's Harry? I want him.

- He... - Where is he?

Please. No!

- What do you want? - I told you, I want Harry.

- He owes me. - He's not here.

He's not here!

- Get out of here. Get out of here! - He owes me!

No! No! No...

You wouldn't.

Aaargh!

Aaargh! Aaargh!

Penny?

Darling?

Penny?

What's happened?

Are you all right?

Darling, what is it?

Penny, tell me.

What happened?

Harry... I think I killed him.

Who? Who was he?

He broke in. I don't know.

- Are you hurt? - No. I...

Well, what did he do?

He tried...

He grabbed me and he tried to... rape...

rape... rape...

rape... rape... rape... rape... rape...

- Penny, listen to me. - (Sobbing)

You must tell me what happened.

Oh, my God!

Harry!

Stay there.

Harry!

Don't leave me!

- We've got to find him. - No!

I can't stay here alone.

No!

Please!

He can't have got far, bleeding like that.

Come over here.

Penny, please. Come over here.

- God! - (Penny cries out)

Charlie.

You've killed Charles Willoughby.

- Who was he? - Just somebody I knew.

I used to do business with him.

Come on. It'll do you good.

My pills...

I want my pills.

You know what the doctor said about that.

I need one after this.

OK. OK.

One.

For God's sake, Harry, I need more than one after this.

Listen, Penny.

You mustn't crack. This is where you show you've got this thing licked.

I'm here now.

That's my girl.

Harry...

what are we gonna do?

You're going to get dressed...

and then you're going to clean up this house.

- But what about...? - I'll see to that.

While I'm doing it, you can strip the bed, burn the bedclothes and that nightie

and you can scrub away every spot of blood in the house.

- Every spot. - But...

He never came near this cottage.

You have never set eyes on Charlie Willoughby. Never.

But couldn't we...

Um...

Couldn't I plead self-defense?

- He was trying to rape me. - Penny...

In this country, private citizens are not allowed to have guns

unless they have a license.

But you left it for me, Harry. It's your gun.

Exactly.

Harry, call the police. Please.

Look, they'd do me for giving you the gun, and they'd probably put you away again.

No. They couldn't.

Oh, yes they would.

They'd put you away, back in that place, or somewhere even worse. Broadmoor, probably.

Broadmoor?

A hospital for the criminally insane.

No...

OK, then.

Be a good girl and do exactly what I tell you.

Right?

- What were you doing? - I just put the car in the lake.

Nobody'll find it there.

Oh, Harry, I'm so scared...

Oh...

You "re all right. As long as we keep our heads, there'll be no problem. "

Are you sure?

I couldn't stand it if they put me away again.

But you're OK now.

You're well again. Make sure you stay that way.

Right?

Because if Mother and... Daddy found out... they'd take me back to the States...

Shh. Nobody'll find out.

You've got me to look after you now.

But you won't have, unless I get out of these wet clothes

before I catch my death.

Harry, who was he really?

I told you. Just somebody I used to do business with.

What kind of business? If there was some connection with you...

He was a punter. A gambler.

I met him while I was working as a croupier at the Kasimir.

Did he have anything to do with you being fired?

No.

No, of course not.

He said you owed him.

Yes, that's right. It was a bet, OK?

There won't be any record.

Do you want one?

No. I had a pill, remember?

Oh, yes. We can't have you blowing your mind in town, can we?

Town?

Harry, I can't go out.

But you have an appointment at the bank, remember?

The bank?

I can't go talk to the bank manager.

I can't face anybody. Not today.

You have to.

Look, if my money is that important to you...

Oh, sod the money!

I couldn't care less about it.

You have an appointment and you have got to keep it.

We have to do everything exactly as normal.

Everything-

Exactly.

Harry?

Harry?

Harry?

Harry... Harry...

Wake up. Wake up, damn you. Wake up.

- He's back. He's come back. - Who's come back?

Him. He's at the cottage!

He's dead, Penny!

- I buried him. - You said you put his car in the lake, too,

and it's parked outside!

Take a look. Take a look.

Take a look.

Hey!

You over there!

Hello.

Hold on a minute, will you?

Penny!

Penny, where are you going?

What are you doing, darling?

- You'll spoil everything. - The police, they know...

if they did, darling,

they'd have sent more than a village bobby with his little panda car.

- Act normally. All right? - All right.

Good morning, Officer.

Sorry about all that.

Morning, sir. Mr Wells?

- Yes. - Mr Harry Wells?

Yes. That's right.

And the young lady?

Penny?

Penny... Penny van Bruton.

From the United States?

Connecticut.

Look, was there something you wanted?

Yes. It was you I wanted to speak to, actually, Mr Wells.

Oh...

Well, perhaps you'd like to come up to the cottage.

- Please, sit down. - Thank you.

- Would you like a drink? - Thank you, no, sir.

Penny?

Well, Officer, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?

About a man called Willoughby, Mr Wells. Charles Willoughby.

Charlie? What's he been up to now?

I hoped you might be able to tell me.

- Oh? - You do know Mr Willoughby?

- Yes, I know him. - Is he a friend of yours?

I know him.

When did you last see Mr Willoughby?

Oh, it would have been...

about a week ago, I think.

Yes, last Saturday morning.

Where was that?

Sasha's Wine Bar in Covent Garden.

I was having a drink with friends.

- Charles came in while I was there. - I see. Thank you.

I understand you had words with him at that time.

Look, what is this?

What's Harry supposed to have done?

If you don't mind, miss.