Synopsis: Samantha and Alan are getting married, but William Haskins isn't pleased. He grabs a train south to London and begins shadowing Samantha as she tries to get on with married life. Haskins' attempts to frighten her drive Samantha to desperation, but she's having trouble convincing anyone that she's being stalked. Even her psychiatrist dismisses her concerns as part of her neurosis. As bodies begin turning up, Samantha's story becomes more believable, and her dark secret from the past begins to reveal itself.
Genre: Drama, Horror, Mystery
109 min

(eerie music)

(narrator) Schizophrenia--

A mental disorder,

sometimes known as multiple

or split personality,

characterized by loss

of touch with environment

and alternation between violent

and contrasting behaviour patterns.

(rumbling and clanking)

(ship's horn blowing)

(machinery stops)

(whistle blowing)

(cat meowing)

(men conversing indistinctly)

--No, it's always on the back.

I just want to see the one, the 3:50.

(whistle toots)

(bell rings 4:

(woman coughing)

(baby crying in the distance)

(music playing in rink)


What are you doing here?

I'm just on my way to work.

Have you seen this?

Ba-da-dum. . .

Oh my God!

What's the matter?

I look about 40.

Read it.

"'Not in these liberated times,'

says Samantha. "

Oh, come on, as if I'd

say a thing like that.

What do you mean?

Well, they've used all

their own stupid words, look.

Oh, I thought you meant

you were going to be giving up work.

How long have you known me, Beth?

Don't ask.

Exactly-- I don't want to sit at home

and knit sweaters, thanks very much.

Have you told Alan?

Yes, frequently, and he never listens.

Oh, you're having lunch with him today.

Me and Leonard.


Well, you just tell him

you saw me training, right?

He needs all the hints he can get.

Well, don't blame me

if he phones up and cancels the wedding.

Nothing's gonna go wrong

with this wedding, Beth.

I've made up my mind.


(man) Could I speak to someone

about Samantha Gray, please?

The ice queen.

Ice skater.


Well, I want--I want her address.

(man on phone) I'm afraid we can't

give that sort of information.

You must give me her address.

Why do they put these nuts through to me?

All you can do is get

in touch with her agent.

Her agent?

I'll put you through to the library.

Who's calling?

Who's calling, please?



(clattering loudly)

Of course, there is

another alternative, sir.

You could go on your honeymoon as arranged

and we could see through

this order in your absence.

No, no.

Nothing personal, Jack,

but if I'm gonna enjoy my holiday

I don't want to lie there

wondering whether this

elaborate machinery's

ripping up 50,000 quid's

worth of carpeting.

I know what you mean.

(woman on loudspeaker)

Mr. Falconer, telephone, please.

Mr. Falconer, telephone, please.

Anyway, what's another couple of weeks?

As long as your wife approves, sir.

Yes, well, that I can't guarantee.

Excuse me, sir,

Brian Davis is on the telephone

and your lunch guests are here.

I'll take the call down here,

I'll be up in a minute.

Well, she deserves to be very happy.

(typewriter clacking)

You say that as if she isn't going to be.

Well, one must take

that into consideration.


Look, I know you don't

like Alan, but that's really--

What on earth makes you say that?

Never mind.

Look, I neither like him nor dislike him.

I hardly know him.

Which puts me roughly in the

same position as Samantha.


Oh, we're in one of our

cynical moods, are we?

You mean she does know him?

No, no, she picked him

off the streets, didn't she?

Yes, practically.

Leonard, if you were anybody

other than a psychiatrist,

I would tell you there is such a thing

as love at first sight.

But no, you think everyone's

got an ulterior motive for everything.

And you know as well as I

know that is perfectly true.

I think you fancy her.

You think I fancy everyone.

No, only women.

There are several women I don't fancy.

My wife, for one.

That's why I'm taking you

out to lunch and not her.

Ahh, the wedding party.

Hello, Beth.

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