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Right?
-Oh, I-I… I thought-- -Yeah, well,
-[Rebecca scoffs] -[Owen] Chin up. Mm-mm.
Au pair.
Oh, don't.
You're naive when you want to be.
[Flora] You just need to watch out, because Miles is a filthy cheater.
[Owen] Good morning.
I expect being precious about blouses won't serve me well.
Peter was even saying so himself this morning.
-Oh. -Now I've done it.
I mean, everybody wants something in life,
Mrs. Grose is making up a room for me as we speak.
Mr. Quint.
I mean, I'm…
This is going to be an absurd cake.
hoping she'll pick up, which…
Too good.
Oh, uh, no, not a thing. Did a quick sweep.
Lovely to see you again.
I did a sweep.
people are like locked rooms.
Just don't give him access to your bank accounts,
Sorry, Pete. Bad news, but she's dead.
[yells] These stupid puppets!
this is Rebecca Jessel.
Peter?
The wrong kind of love can fuck you up.
Sure.
[Dani whispers] Go on.
-And you must be Miles. -Hi there.
perfectly splendid.
hardly lady of the manor.
-Okay, a few more steps. -Mm-hm.
One laughed too much,
when I was meant to be back in London an hour ago?
the puppet.
-I'm just about done. -Mm-hm.
he calls the house now and then,
-Uh, no, you'll be up all night. -[Flora] Yes!
[adults chuckling]
[Rebecca moans gently]
[Hannah] They really ought to be in bed.
-if a bit strange. -Mm-hm.
to find out why.
Why am I here in this job working for Henry, or, uh…
-[thunder rumbling] -[Rebecca sighs]
[footsteps receding]
[nocturnal chirping]
-Lovely to meet you, Owen. -And our--
Come on, Pete, you're the tiebreaker.
when Peter Quint finds out Rebecca Jessel is dead.
[knocking on door]
Please.
I'm gonna do my own sweep.
The blouse, perhaps.
I've seen to it, okay?
Have you gone mad?
see the brain power and ingenuity just taking care of their heirs.
Quite.
"You shouldn't be smoking."
[engine turns over]
Mm.
Read where?
someday, she'd be scrubbing up some rich kid's puke
[gentle piano music plays]
Well-- They shouldn't be in here at all. We shouldn't be in here--
[groans]
But now…
[children laughing]