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sound asleep in the bedroom.

It seems she missed the whole thing.

- Where is she now? I'd like to see her.

- With our police psychologist, Dr. Birkin.

- Psychologist? Why? Was she hysterical?

- No.

On the contrary, she was very cool

throughout the whole thing.

A little too cool, I thought,

so I asked Dr. Birkin to talk with her.

Just for an opinion.

In the meantime, can you think of

the names of any persons...

who would have a motive

to murder this woman?

You see, it doesn't seem to me to be

a simple case of an interrupted break-in...

or, say, a rape-murder.

Juliana had a long series of lovers.

I never met any of them.

What about her husband?

His name is Barton Kelly.

He works for the government, out in Halifax.

They were divorced over 10 years ago.

- Dr. Birkin.

- You must be Candice's father.

I'd like to take her home now.

Please. Give me just two minutes with you.

It's important. Have a seat.

To put it bluntly, I don't think your daughter

escaped this incident entirely unscathed.

- You think she saw what happened?

- I suspect she did.

Or she saw something

which traumatized her, confused her...

disturbed her in some way.

The officer who found her

said that she was very difficult to wake up.

To me, that indicates

a kind of abnormal deep sleep...

which a lot of people,

even children, will use...

to escape something

that's too painful to face.

And she says that she doesn't remember

being brought to her grandmother's...

or seeing her at all.

Do you think she'll remember, eventually?

Mr. Carveth, I think you must

encourage her to remember.

Why?

My concern is that the child

could have a very serious breakdown...

if she doesn't come to terms

with what she's experienced.

You see, these things tend to

express themselves in one way or another.

I've seen five-year-olds like her...

with ulcers as bad

as any middle-aged businessman.

Okay, I get the picture.

- Now can I take her home?

- I think that's fine.

No problem.

You're sure you don't want a story?

You don't have to read, you know.

I can make one up for you.

Do you want to tell me a story...

about what happened today at Grandma's?

You go to sleep, honey.

I'll leave the hall light on.

Damn.

No outside calls. You're in isolation.

You know that.

I tried to reach Dr. Raglan. He hasn't come.

He's on his way.

Chris...

Is something wrong? Anything?

Then it's me again.

Nothing's wrong, except with me.

No, that's Frank talking,

Frank twisting my words.

He won't be patient, he won't trust me,

he won't wait until I get well.

He thinks...

that I'm turning into my mother.

Day by day, moment by moment,

he thinks that I'm trying...

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