My Cousin Rachel

In the old days when I was a child

They used to hang our murderers at the Four-Turnings crossroads.

This is what one moment of passion can bring on a man Philip.

As long as I can remember old tom was never anything but dull and honest.

But whatever the cause

One day there came a moment of uncontrollable anger.

And when it was over

This is what he had earned for himself.

For this is the price for murder.

That was 15 years ago.

But I should have remembered his words.

Death...

Is the price for murder.

My entire life has been spent on the Cornish coast of England.

There for more than a hundred years

There stood the solid comfortable home

In which I grew up from infancy

In the care of my cousin Ambrose

What is it?

Open it.

Happy birthday dear boy.

My parents died when I was but a few months old.

From then on as long as he lived

Abrose was not only my kinsman and guardian

But father brother friend everything in the world to me.

And just two years ago

On the stormiest night that I can remember

Distant bells began to toll for him.

And now they tell me if I spend another winter in this blasted rain

I'll end up a cripple in a bath chair.

So I must go in search of the sun I suppose.

Where will you go?

Italy perhaps.

Somewhere around the mediterranean.

Well uh you'll want me toNgo with you won't you?

I'd want you of course

But I don't think...

Think both of us should be away from here at the same time.

You don't think you'll need someone to

Help you in and out of carriages and all that sort of thing?

Good heavens no. I'm not exactly an invalid yet.

The real trouble is...

I'm too much of a fool about my home. I...

I hate to leave it even for a week.

Well this must be for months.

And so today the Four-Turnings crossroads

Is an even uglier place to me.

But it was there that I bade him farewell

For the last time.

This is far enough.

You don't want to be late getting back.

Goodbye dear boy.

Goodbye Ambrose.

Goodbye Louise.

Goodbye.

Better keep an eye on this one don't you think?

She's coming along pretty fast now.

ever mind about me.

What we want to know is

Who's going to keep an eye on you?

What did I tell you?

Drive on.

Goodbye children. I'll see you in the spring.

Goodbye Ambrose.

Goodbye Ambrose. God bless you.

But when winter had passed

And we were well into spring again

And still there was no sign of his returning

I came to be troubled by strange and formless fears

Wholly without reason but persistent and nagging.

And in some ways... ominous.

Good morning.

ick!

What news from our tourist now?

Still in Florence.

Can't seem to tear himself away from some people he's met there.

Oh who are they?

Have you ever heard of a family from these parts named Corren?

One of them once married to a member of our family?

Oh yes I remember the Correns. Why?

He writes that he's met one of them in Florence.

A countess Tangeletti half English half Italian a widow.

How old is she?

He doesn't say but middle aged I suppose

Married and widowed and so on.

She's been showing them the gardens in Florence.

When's he coming home?

Didn't even mention it this time.

Is it really true sir?

It is.

What is it dear?

Where's your father?

Here I am. What's the trouble?

Another letter.

I want you to hear it yourself.

My dearest boy all is not well with me.

- Keeps silent though she watches me all the time.

I have written to you several times.

There is no one here I can trust.

Unless I can get out myself to post the letters

They may not reach you.

Since my illness this has been more difficult than ever.

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