I came to kill you.

No, no, Mary, it's you that's going to die. You were meant to fall through that ladder.

You're going to fall. I don't mind if I take you with me.

You are a fool. They've searched the woods. I watched them. Here, like God, looking at little ants. I'll hide in the woods. They won't search there again. In a day or two, they'll be sure I got out of town.

When they find me, they'll know you're still here.

But, darling, you're on the verge of a breakdown. Now you've cracked. Why else would you leave your bed, climb to an empty church tower in the dead of night? Any child could see you'd wind up killing yourself. Killing is what led you here. It won't help you now.