Marcie's monologue

I  –  I might as well tell you. While you were out yesterday, I had a look upstairs

I'm sorry.

I know you never want anyone to go up there but – well, it's such a waste, isn't it? It's vast. There's those three bedrooms and that huge sitting room and a lovely big bathroom. And the kitchen's huge. It's a lovely room. It could be.

It's such a waste. Don't you think so, really?

I mean, I know it would need masses doing to it, but … we could really make it wonderful. Between us. It needn't cost a lot. It's all there. Basically.

I'm sorry.

Are you very angry with me? Why can't you go up there? Is it – because of them? Your parents? Well, your mother and – but, Rick, darling, they've gone, haven't they? They're not there now. Are they part of the dreams you have? You do know you dream, don't you? Shout out in the night. You're always doing it. I thought the house was on fire the first night you…

Actually, I must tell you – I had this awful fear that you'd … that they were – your parents were up there murdered or something. In a cupboard. You'd done them to death. There was this awful smell. But that just turned out to be the food. There was still this meal laid out – well, the remains of it – on the kitchen table. Was that the meal she left for you the day they…?


Must have been.


Yes, I did, I read the note, as well.

I'm sorry.

I told you I'm a terribly nosy person. I didn't realise. Is that your real name?



It's a lovely name.

Listen. Will you do something for me? For me?

Will you?

Come upstairs with me. Now.

Come on.


For me.


There's nothing there to be frightened of.

No one.

Trust me.