Maxim de Winter: The woman that was washed up at Edgecombe, the woman that is now buried in the family crypt, that was not Rebecca. That was the body of some unknown woman, unclaimed, belonging nowhere. I identified it, but I knew it wasn’t Rebecca. It was all a lie. I knew where Rebecca’s body was. Lying on that cabin floor on the bottom of the sea.
Mrs. de Winter: How did you know, Maxim ?
Maxim de Winter: Because I put it there. Will you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me now ? You see ? I was right. It’s too late.