Strange Intruder Page #4

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I heard some of it.

Well, now that we're all

together, let's, uh, sit down.

Come and sit by me, my boy.

Now, Paul,

can you tell us about Adrian?

What do you want to know?

We never heard anything

of the years he was a prisoner.

We received no letters.

Did you?

What?

Did any letters

get through to you?

No, we never stayed

in one place for long

until we got to the last one.

Now Paul, could, uh,

could Adrian

receive medical supplies?

Supplies?

We had nothing but

what we stood up in, nothing.

Not even food, sometimes.

If it hadn't been

for Adrian,

I don't think any of us

would have lived.

When we wanted to die,

he would scorn us

and lash us with his tongue.

And when we had to die...

( soulful theme playing )

PAUL:

I, I never met anyone like him.

He used to talk for hours

about you and this house,

until I knew almost

as much about it as he did.

He gave me this home

with his words

and I used to live it

in my mind.

I could live

through a whole day

from morning till night,

every meal, everything.

I believe that was what

kept me going, kept me alive.

He was a sort of saint

both terrifying and comforting.

You can't tell

about a saint in words.

( sobs )

You can save your tears.

He would have no use for them.

He said to me once

that the only weapon

we had left against

the evil around us was life.

He said we had no right to doubt

or to falter for a moment.

He said that was the great sin

to give in.

Paul, were you with him

when he died?

Yes. He died hard.

He fought to the last inch.

( sighs )

James...

I'm all right,

I'm all right.

Thank you, my boy,

thank you.

I'm glad you came here.

I can manage.

Alice, I've never seen him

do that before.

Yes, dear, it's wonderful.

( both chuckle )

Look, do you mind

if I have a word alone

with Paul for a few minutes?

Oh, no, of course.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Paul, how did Adrian die?

They told us

he died of an illness.

No, they killed him.

They tortured him

for three days.

Three days.

I tortured him

much longer than that.

Please,

I can't talk to you here.

Would you drive home

with me? Please?

If you like.

Thank you.

Did you see him

using his right arm?

Yes, Mother.

Oh, Mother...

Yes, I'll be right back,

I'm just gonna get him

a glass of water.

Would you mind

if Paul drove home with me?

I'd like to talk to him.

Oh, no, no, of course not.

I'll just leave the door

on the latch.

Shall we go, Paul?

( slow waltz theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )

( tender theme playing )

Come in, Paul.

Do you care for a drink?

Did Adrian live here?

Yes.

I don't know this place

at all.

We only moved in a few months

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