The Last House on Cemetery Lane

- Mr. Davies?

- Please, call me John.

Found the place all right, then?

Yeah, I used to visit Saundersfoot

when I was a kid actually,

- but just down the road. So...

- Oh, good.

I know the area quite well, yeah.

I thought I'd show you around the house

and make sure you're all settled in.

Yeah, that's great. Cheers.

- Looks even better than the picture.

- It's a wonderful house.

Dates back to the 19th century.

It's definitely one of the best houses

of that era still around.

Looks superb.

This is the kitchen.

All pretty self-explanatory.

There's a spacious oven over there,

perfect for cooking a family dinner.

Will any family members

be joining you while you're here?

No, just me.

Lot of space in this house

for just one person.

Yeah, well... just working

on a new writing project, so...

a bit of space is exactly

what I'm looking for.

- Oh, really? You're writing a book?

- No, a film. I'm a screenwriter.

Oh, really? Have you written

anything I might have seen?

Depends. Do you like horror films?

No, all that blood and violence

isn't my cup of tea.

Well, I write horror films,

and I guess they're not

for everyone, are they?

This is the living room.

Wonderful fireplace.

You can pick up some wood

for that in the nearby town.

Or if you're the outdoor type,

there's a woodland at the bottom

of the garden, and an ax in the shed.

It's fine.

You got two bathrooms on this floor,

and five bedrooms.

So you can take your pick from those.

Every bed has fresh linen.

And there's an airing cupboard

downstairs full of spares.

Now, I need to explain

something that's, well...

a little unusual.

What's that?

Although the advert

says there are two floors...

there's also a third floor.

Well, it's not so much an entire floor,

more like an attic.

That doesn't sound so unusual.

Well, the unusual thing is,

there's actually a tenant

living on the third floor.

The listing didn't mention that

though, did it?

I apologize, but it tends

to put a lot of people off.

I can see why, Mrs. Connelly.

I was kind of hoping to have

this place to myself, you know?

It will seem like you have.

The tenant's an old blind woman.

Her name is Agnes.

You won't even know she's here.

- She hasn't left the room in years.

- I got to be honest, Mrs. Connelly,

I really think you should've mentioned

this in the advert, you know.

I mean... No, no, hear me out.

When I rent a place, Mrs. Connelly,

I don't expect to be sharing it

- with a complete stranger, now, do I?

- Well, I'm sorry.

But I can assure you,

Agnes won't be of any inconvenience.

She hardly makes a sound.

I mean, you've seen

the size of this place.

You'll have two very large floors

all to yourself.

Well, shouldn't we at least go up

so I can maybe introduce myself?

Oh, I doubt she'd answer the door.

She likes to keep to herself.

Oh, she's fine.

You can see her from outside.

She just sits in her rocking chair,

looking out of the attic window.

I thought you said she was blind.

Well, she is, but she hasn't

been blind her entire life.

She used to sit by the window

when she could see.

I suppose old habits die hard.

Yeah, I suppose they do, Mrs. Connelly.

- Shall we go downstairs?

- Yeah, of course, yeah.

- You'll be fine.

- Yeah.

Okay.

Here's the keys to the front door,

the back door,

as well as the shed in the back garden.

- You have my number, yeah?

- Yeah.

Feel free to give me a call

if there's anything else you need.

- Yeah, I'm sure I'll be fine.

- Okay, when you leave,

just slip the keys under that plant pot,

and I'll slip by and pick them up.

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