Taste of Fear (Scream of Fear)

Wird's noch heiß werden.

Ja.

Du wirst noch schwitzen, mein Liebe.

Ja.

Hallo! Hoffmann!

Fünf Meter nach links. Nach links!

- Was sagt er? - Fünf Meter nach links.

Oh, links, rechts, oben, unten, immer etwas anderes.

- Was ist denn? - Du kommst. Hilf mir.

- Ja, ja. - Hilf mir.

- Miss Appleby? - Yes.

My name's Robert. I'm your father's chauffeur.

I'm afraid your father couldn't come.

- On va porter les bagages, mademoiselle? - Merci.

J'espère que vous avez fait un très bon voyage, mademoiselle.

Merci. Vous étiez très gentil.

Dans le coffre.

Oh, I'll do that.

Do you know why my father didn't come to meet me?

- Ah, he's away, miss. - He's not at the house?

No, miss. He went away four days ago.

Where to?

I didn't even know he was going until your mother told me he'd already left.

She's my stepmother. I've never met her.

No, you haven't.

What's she like?

- Well, miss, it's hardly my position... - Please.

- She's my employer's wife, miss. - What's she like as a person?

I don't know her as a person.

You must know something about her. You drive her, don't you?

Only occasionally. She usually drives herself, or has Dr Gerrard drive her.

- Who's he? - He's your father's doctor.

- He's always up at the house. - I didn't know my father was ill.

- I'm sorry, I shouldn't... - What's wrong with him?

- I thought you'd have known that. - No, I didn't know anything.

Oh, he's been ill for some time now. That's what surprised me when...

- When what? - Oh, it doesn't matter, miss.

You haven't been to France for a long time, I understand.

Ten years.

What's wrong with my father?

Don't know, miss. But whatever it was, it must be all right now.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone away.

When will he be back?

Mrs Appleby didn't say.

Hello, Penny. Welcome home.

- Jane? - You sound surprised.

- Aren't I as you imagined? - I'm sorry. I must sound rude.

Not a bit. Oh, take it through to the hall, Robert,

and then come back for Miss Appleby.

- Was your journey terribly tiring? - Not very.

It must've been quite a strain. You haven't travelled much, have you?

- No, I haven't. But it was exciting. - Good.

Careful, Robert.

The steps are quite a problem, I'm afraid.

But we put ramp things down wherever we can.

I didn't think you'd want to use the front door much.

We've put you in one of your father's rooms.

He uses it as a sitting room and a study.

Fetch the cases, Robert.

It's very convenient, though. It has its own bathroom.

- Up we go. - Oh!

It looks nice.

I made your father buy new curtains and a couple of extra chairs.

You've no idea how dark everything was.

Men always want to furnish their studies like Victorian mausoleums.

Jane, where is Father?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, darling. It was unavoidable.

He simply had to go away on this business deal that he's working on.

I tried to stop him, but you know what your father is.

No, I'm afraid I don't. I haven't seen him for ten years.

I don't know if I'd recognise him if I saw him.

Well, I've taken care of that.

Look, taken a month ago.

- Yes, I would've recognised him. - Of course you would.

Oh, bring the cases in, Robert.

- Where do you want them, darling? - On the bed, please.

Would you like me to unpack for you?

No, I can manage myself, thank you.

Is there anything more, madam?

No, that will be all, thank you. I shan't need you again.

Well, I expect you want to be alone now.

Dinner's at eight. I'll come and fetch you.

Oh, and, Penny, if you want anything,

this bell here rings down to the kitchen,

and up to my room as well.

Wonderful having you here.

Means so much to me.

Then when Mother died, there was only Maggie Frensham.

I know she was just my nurse, but she was much more than that really.

We were the same age, like sisters.

People said we even looked alike.

I think I loved her as much as I did my mother.

Is that why you didn't come home after your mother died?

This isn't my home.

I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound rude. It's just that...

well, I'd never met you, and I hadn't seen Father for ten years,

ever since Mother took me to Italy to live after they were divorced.

Italy was my home. I was brought up there.

As long as Maggie was with me, I was happy.

And what actually happened?

She drowned.

Nobody knows how. She was a good swimmer.

They said she must have gotten cramp.

I nearly killed myself, Jane.

I didn't know what to do, who to turn to.

For two years since Mother died, Maggie was all I had, everything,

and then suddenly she just wasn't there anymore.

It seems like yesterday it all happened.

These things take time to sort themselves out, darling.

After all, it was only three weeks.

You can't have got over it yet.

No, of course not.

Then, when Father wrote asking me to come here to live, I...

But of course he did. You're his daughter.

But this is your house, and I wasn't sure if you...

But it was I who suggested that he write to you, darling.

Believe me, having you here makes me very happy.

- You're very kind. - Nonsense.

Did you expect me to be like the wicked stepmother in the fairy stories?

Honestly, I don't know what I expected.

It's a pity Father couldn't be here.

I was so cross when he said he had to go away.

He was ill.

The chauffeur, Robert, he said that Father was ill.

I wonder why he said that?

There was nothing wrong with him, nothing at all.

He said something about a doctor. Doctor...?

Oh, yes, he meant Pierre Gerrard. Er... he's the doctor in the village.

He comes up and plays chess with your father.

Er... I must speak to Robert. He shouldn't...

Oh, no, please, Jane. Don't let him get into trouble on my account.

All right, darling. If you want it that way.

- Do you want some more coffee? - No, thank you.

Jane, would you excuse me if I went to bed now?

Of course. You must be dead.

Look at me, behaving like an old hen with one of her chicks.

Jane, thank you. Thank you for everything.

I hope you can sleep, Penny. The crickets make rather a noise.

- That's all right, I like crickets. - Sometimes they're deafening.

Father?

Help! Help! Help!

Help!

- My darling, how do you feel? - You're all right now.

Relax, young lady, there's nothing to get excited about.

- Pierre. Pierre. - It's all right, Jane.

Now, Penny, you've had a fright,

but you must realise that everything is all right. You are perfectly safe.

What were you doing out there, darling? How did you fall in?

I... I fell into the swimming pool.

Yes, Robert heard you. He managed to get there in time.

- Father! - Father's away, darling. You know that.

He isn't. He's in the summer house. I saw him.

- But he can't be, Penny. - He was dead.

Penny, you had an accident, but you really must try...

- Who are you? - Dr Gerrard, darling.

He was dead. He was in the summer house, sitting in the chair,

and I... I went in, and I spoke to him.

I'm going to give you a sedative, young lady,

and then in the morning, when you wake up,

everything will be all right.

But don't you understand what I'm trying to say?

My father is dead. His body's in the summer house.

Please, Penny, darling. Please, you must...

Don't treat me as if I were a mental defective.

What are you doing?

I want to go to the summer house now.

Very well, if that makes you feel better.

Where's my chair?

Well, it's still at the bottom of the pool. Robert will get it out in the morning.

Would you carry me, please?

- Go on, open it. - But it's always kept locked.

- But it was open. - It's always locked, Penny.

There was a candle.

There's no need for a candle here, Penny.

Take me back now.

We won't want you any more tonight, thank you, Robert.

- Good night, Doctor. - Good night.

- Well, how are you feeling now? - I'm sorry.

The imagination is a very funny thing, you know.

It plays very unkind tricks at times.

It was probably the strain of the journey.

Now I'm going to give you a sedative.

- Sleep is the best cure for your trouble. - If you say so.

You take this one now,

and in one hour, if you still can't sleep, this one. All right?

- Good night. - Good night.

There.

- I'm sorry, Jane. - Don't worry, darling.

Try and get some sleep, hmm?

Good night, Penny.

Good night.

Come in.

- Bonjour, mademoiselle. - Bonjour.

I'm bringing you some petit déjeuner. My name is Marie.

I don't think I saw you here last night.

I do not live here, mademoiselle. I have a house in the village.

Would you please see what's happening to my chair?

- Your chair, mademoiselle ? - My wheelchair.

Oh, oui. Tout de suite.

Good morning, darling.