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~ Ring-around-the-rosy ~

Now, I'm trying to tell you...

that we can't afford
to keep you here anymore.

You already owe two months
worth of back rent.

It's mine,
and you're not taking it away.

Read the will, Nell.
It states, in plain language:

"The executor shall have
the right to dispose of...

any and all personal property
as he shall see fit."

- He's not even real family.
- Yeah, well, maybe not.

But clearly, Mother thought Lou
would be much better equipped...

to deal with these
unpleasant details than you.

"Unpleasant details"?

What have I been dealing with
for the past 11 years?

I've cooked, cleaned, mopped up her urine!
You call that an "unpleasant detail"?

- Hey, your sister didn't write the will.
- We all know what you've done.

- We're trying to help.
- Do not help me!

Oh, Ritchie.
Just go sit on the couch, okay?

- Oh.

Anyway, once probate closes,

we can put this apartment
on the market,

and we all might be able
to make a few bucks.

Also, we know how much you love
Mom's car, so we're giving it to you.

You're taking away my home
and giving me a 20-year-old car?

Absolutely. We'll deduct the value
from the proceeds of the apartment.

Who are you?

Do you understand
that I have nowhere to go?

We've been talking,
and Lou and I are very busy.

We could use someone to help us
with the cleaning and the cooking,

looking after Ritchie?

Eleanor, help me. I gotta pee.

- Ritchie, not now!

Get outta my home.

Well, suit yourself.
We'll let the courts handle it.

Get out of my home.

Honey, let go. That's right.
Oops. Sorry. Okay.

Here you go, honey.
Follow Daddy.

Come live with us, Nell.

You have no idea
how hard it is out there.

No, Jane. You have no idea
how hard it was in here.

Hello.

Yes, this is Eleanor.

- Where?

I see it.

"Research subjects.
Nine hundred a week."

Here's how they're organized. The groups
have very different personalities.

Scored all over the Kiersey Temperament
Sorter, just like you asked for,

and they all score very high
on the insomnia charts.

Oh, what a beautiful profile.

A classic dependent
personality disorder.

However, we were looking
for "suggestible."

Her mother died
two months ago.

She really wants to do this.

And what are your feelings,
Mary?

Tell me what
your intuitions say.

I put my favorites
on top.

Mm-hmm.
What else have we got here?

"Low self-esteem,
high narcissism,

chronic feeling of emptiness,

identity disturbance."

Good, good. Very good.

Is this where we're going?

That's Hill House.
That's perfect, isn't it?

- The Hill House Project...
- Is absolutely essential to my research, Malcom.

No, just listen.
I grant you,

fear and performance
is a big, sexy idea.

- But as chairman of this department, I cannot...
- I know you clinical guys...

don't like to ask these questions,
but think about it.

What is fear, anyway? It's a series of
automatic responses to a given stimulus,

characterized by increased heart rate,
respiratory activity and adrenaline function.

The only problem with fear is that it has
largely become inappropriate and nonadaptive.

Do sweaty palms
help to talk to your boss?

Does a racing pulse help
some kid's score on an SAT?

And yet we carry with us
these primordial fear responses...

that do the opposite of what
they were intended to do.

- So why is that?
- David, David, no one is saying...

that these aren't
provocative questions.

But you can't conduct this research
ethically or responsibly.

And on top of that,
you're bringing your insomniacs...

to this house
under false pretenses.

Because the experiment needs a credible
cover story. Calling it an insomnia study...

allows me to create a highly
suggestive environment...

to investigate
the dynamics of fear.

You don't tell the rats they're
actually in a maze, Malcom. Come on.

~~

What do you want?

Are... Are you Mr. Dudley,
the caretaker?

Yeah. I'm Mr. Dudley, the caretaker.
What are you doing here?

I'm with Dr. Marrow's group.

I'm supposed to see Mrs. Dudley.
Is she here?

- What do you think?

Why do you need
so many chains?

That's a good question.

What is it about fences?

Sometimes the people on either side
of the fence see a locked chain,

they feel
a little more comfortable.

Why do you suppose that is?

Mrs. Dudley?

Hello?

Mrs. Dudley?

Hello?

Hello? Mrs. Dudley?

- Oh, my...

I'm... I'm, uh...
I'm Eleanor Vance.

- I'm here with the...
- Dr. Marrow's group.

You're the first.

Yeah, I'd... I'd heard a sound,
and that's...

It's make the dinner or answer the door.
Can't do both.

- Are you Mrs. Dudley?
- So far.

I'll show you your room.

This way.

The Red Room.

You're going to be the first visitors
Hill House has had...

- since Mr. Crain died.
- Really?

These are beautiful.

I know. I've seen 'em.
It's a lot to dust.

I've never seen
this kind of beauty.

You must love working here.

I set dinner on
the dining room sideboard at six.

You can serve yourselves.
Breakfast is ready at nine.

I don't wait on people.

I don't stay after dinner,

not after it begins
to get dark.

I leave...
before dark comes.

We live in town...
nine miles...

so there won't be anyone around
if you need help.

We couldn't even hear you...
in the night.

Why would we?

No one could.

No one lives
any nearer than town.

No one will come
any nearer than that...

in the night,
in the dark.

You'll be staying in the north wing.

Hi. Don't worry.
I'm not an obsessive packer.

It's just asking people to help me
schlepp this stuff is a cheap...

and exploitative way
of making new friends.

- Here. I'm Theo.
- Hi.

Eleanor,
but everyone calls me Nell.

Well, Everyone Calls Me Nell,
don't you love it here?

I love it. Sort of Charles Foster Kane
meets the Munsters or something.

- I like your boots.
- You do? Aren't they great?

Prada. Milan, not New York.
But they're killing me.

Hey, small price to pay
for such savage kicks.

Wow. Oh, my God.

Oh, this is so twisted.

Seriously twisted.

I set dinner
on the dining room sideboard at six.

Breakfast is at nine.

I don't stay after dinner,
not after it begins to get dark.

I leave before dark comes,

so there won't be anyone here
if you need help.

- We couldn't even hear you.
- No one could.

No one lives
any nearer than town.

No one will come
any nearer than that.

In the night.

- In the dark.
- In the dark.

My bedroom's
right next door to yours.

I think we share
the same bathroom.

Oh, don't worry.
I probably won't be in here much.

- Light sleeper.
- That's why we're here.

- What do you do, Eleanor?
- I'm between jobs right now.

The last person I was workin' for,
it ended. Over, so... And you?

Well, that depends.

I'm supposed
to be an artist,

but I've been distracted
from work by love.

- You know what I mean?
- Mmm, not really.

Hey, don't tell me Boston's
different from New York.

Oh, you mean you have trouble
with commitment.

Well, my boyfriend thinks so,
my girlfriend doesn't.

If we could all live together...
But they hate each other.

Hello. The bag.

You know, it's hard when
you're the only one at the party.

- You know what I mean?
- No.

A blank canvas.

I could paint your portrait
directly on you.

Or maybe not.

So, what about you?

Husbands? Boyfriends?

Girlfriends, Eleanor?

Where do you live?

Mmm. I don't have anyone.

But I do have
a little apartment of my own.

It has a little flower garden.

You can just see the ocean.
And when the wind...

comes in just right,
you can hear the buoys in the harbor.

Wow.
That sounds really nice.

You're lucky.
But you know that, right?

Oh, sorry.

Just a little hair.

So, show me the bathroom!

Oh, it's really beautiful.

It is huge.

- Oh, my God!
- This is the bathroom.

- Look at this bathtub.
Can you believe it?

Look at that. Wow!

Look at my bedroom, though.

- Isn't it beautiful?
- Yes.

- You've got to see the Great Hall.
- Uh-huh.

I mean, there's so much carving.
It's everywhere.

- I know.
- Oh, look at this one.

- Isn't this one great?
- No, that's creepy.

Oh, and this one.
This one's weird.

Well, you don't get this
from the Martha Stewart catalog.

I don't like it.

Isn't it based on
The Gates of Hell by Rodin?

Well, it's not just hell. See, the
children, they're reaching for heaven,

but their souls
are trapped in purgatory.

And these are the demons...

who can hold on to your soul
for as long as they want.

Did you study art?

No, I studied purgatory.
I was there once for 11 years.

It's when your soul is caught
between the living and the dead.

Oh, yeah, I've been there.

It's an 18-hour flight from L.A.
To Paris, and you're stuck in coach.

Do you see?

Well, let's not stand here.
Come on.

Okay.

Whoa.

- Is it real?
- No.

- Shall we go in?
- Yeah.

~~

Wow!

Whoo!

- Wow!
- Wow!

- ~~
- ~~

It's beautiful!

Oh!

~~

- Would you care to dance?
- Yes.

I'm starting to like this house!

This is great!

Let's get outta here.

God! We're like rats...
rats in a maze.

Oh, God!
If I ruin these boots...

Jesus, they cost me
a fortune.

- Let's go back.
- It's gotta be through here.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- That's all right.

Oh. Hey, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.

I'm Luke Sanderson,
just a bad sleeper.

Basic tosser-turner.
And you are?

- Nell Vance.
- What kind of sleeper? Nightmares?

- Not really.
- Anxiety attacks?

No. Uh-uh.

Okay.
Obsessive indecision.

Wow. And you?
Let me think.

You, I'm gonna guess,
are a...

Don't even start.

Wow, you're so dominant.

Thanks. Theo.

Hey, Theo.

Jesus.

Here we are.

- Hey.
- You're Luke.

- Yup.
- You're Theo. You're Eleanor.

- Hi, I'm Dr. Marrow.
- Hi.

- Welcome. - Hi. -
Hello, Dr. Marrow.

- Hi. This is Todd. He's just come up.
- Greetings, fellow insomniac.

Mary Lambetta, my assistant.
So how was your drive, Eleanor?

- It was fine. Yeah.
- Good. Good.

Welcome to Hill House, everyone.
Come on.

All right.
Let the good times roll.

Do you know what?
The rest of you may hate your insomnia,

but I'm not sure
I want a cure for mine.

That's when I get all my best ideas,
when I'm waiting to fall asleep.

I'm alone, occasionally,
with no distractions,

my mind's racing
with creative ideas,

and come 3:00 a.m.,
I feel like a genius.

Are you kidding me?
3:00 a.m. I start to feel...

like I'm losing my mind, watching those
infomercials on psychics...

or listening to Tony Robbins
and the psychic hot lines.

- Have you ever seen that late-night TV?
- Oh, yeah. Thank you.

I swear to God.
You get a steady diet of that crap,

and pretty soon you start thinking
about movin' to Montana...

- and becomin' a survivalist.

That's why God
created barbiturates, honey.

- Nembutal?
- Mm-mm.

No, Todd, I think we have
a classic Seconal woman on our hands.

- In fact, I think I see
a little Jackie Susann in Theo.

- Ow.
- All right, you two.

- Enough about pharmaceuticals.

So, look,
what do we all need in life?

- What are the basics? Food, water, shelter.
- Sex.

And sleep. Sleep.

I'm working on a five-year study,
with the help of Mary here,

making profiles
of bad sleepers.

I'm looking for
a common psychological link.

I hope that the work we do here will someday
be able to help other people like yourselves.

God knows I'm all for helping people,
saving the world,

but doesn't everybody have
a problem sleeping these days?

Life's too frantic.

What about you, Nell?

Um, well, it seems that
you all have trouble sleeping,

because your lives
are exciting,

and it's complicated, and you think
about it when you go to sleep.

But, um, I don't know.
Nothing's ever really happened to me,

so I don't have a reason
to sleep badly.

But in your application
you said you had trouble sleeping.

Mm-hmm, yes,
but it's not like them.

It's because, uh, there was
always somebody calling me,

there was always
somebody banging.

Ever since I was little,
I took care of my mother.

And... And she would wake up
in the middle of the night.

She would bang with her cane
on the wall.

And it was just
this relentless...

it was a relentless banging
all through the night.

That's weird, because even though,
uh, she's dead,

I still hear it
and I wake up.

Well, that's why we're here,
Eleanor... to try and help you.

Yeah, Nell. I think what Dr. Marrow's
trying to say is...

that you're a basket case,
just like the rest of us.

~~

Thank you, Mary.

Okay. Okay.
Why are we here?

Really, to answer
the most basic question:

- What is wrong with you people?

These are standard
cognitive and perception tests.

I'll be giving you a variety of these
during the course of the week.

You are not in competition, so do not worry
about being the head of the class, okay?

Between all these tests,
you'll have each other...

Todd... and the house
to keep you company.

Luke. Eleanor.

- But we can't go to town.
- No.

And as you were told, there's no
telephone service, there's no TV.

And the caretakers tend to lock the gate
when they leave. However,

I do have my trusty cell telephone,
in case of emergencies, okay?

And, um, what's the deal with the Addams
Family mansion? Because, I gotta be honest,

- I don't get a real strong sleep vibe from this place.
- No. Me too.

I wanted to make sure
you didn't sleep too easily.

- Congratulations.
- Seriously, isolation is essential...

in the creation
of an experimental model.

This house, who built it?
Who lived here?

Well, actually, that makes
for a very good bedtime story.

Once upon a time,
there was a king who built a castle.

His name was Hugh Crain.

A hundred and thirty years ago,

towns like Concord and Manchester
were the center of American industry.

That's where Crain
made a fortune...

on the backs of workers
in his textile mills.

Now, this man could have
anything he wanted,

but what he wanted
more than anything...

was a house filled
with the laughter of children.

That's why there are
all the carvings.

He married the most beautiful
woman in town, called Rene,

and he built her this house,
or at least some of it.

God, it sounds like
a fairy tale or something.

But that's where the fairy tale ends.

Hugh and Rene
would have no children.

They all died at birth.

Then, a few years later,
Rene, she passed away,

and Crain became
a total recluse.

But he kept on building,
adding room upon room.

It's as if he was... he was building a
home for the family he would never have.

No one had seen
Crain for years.

But the townspeople said
that sometimes at night...

they could hear sounds
coming from the old house.

Sounds of children.

So sad.

- Ooh!
- Jesus Christ!

Christ, I need a drink.

- I think there's more to that story.

I can feel it.
L-It's all around us.

It's in the ceiling.

It's in the walls.

It's in the furniture.

It's in this.

- Mary!
- Oh, Jesus. Oh, no.

- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- All right.

What happened?
Let me see. Oh, my God!

- Keep your hand away from it.
- Don't touch it.

- What were you doing?
- This'll stop the blood from getting into her eye.

Mary, we're going to get you
to the hospital straightaway.

It's gonna be all right.
It's gonna be okay.

- Come on.

Three steps.

Please!

It's all right. It's all right.

- Careful. Be careful.
- Here's the gate key to get back in.

You have my cell number. Call me
the second you've spoken to a doctor.

- All right, Dr. Marrow.
- Hey, I want you guys back as soon as possible.

- Okay, Mary?
- Okay.

You'll be all right.

She almost lost her eye.

Almost.

Luke, there's something
about the house,

about Hugh Crain
that I didn't say.

- May I ask you not to tell the women?
- Yeah, yeah.

- It's just I didn't want the tests disturbed.
- Okay, sure.

Hey, you guys, wait up.

Okay. You guys wanna hear something
really scary? I just found this out.

Turns out there's a darker chapter
to the Hugh Crain fairy tale.

Remember his lovely wife,
Rene?

Well, Rene, the town beauty,
she didn't just die. She killed herself.

- Really? He just told you that?
- Yes.

And you can't say anything,
'cause he actually swore me to secrecy.

- Why did she kill herself?
- Well, there are the stillborn children,

although I like to think
it was more sinister,

like maybe Hugh Crain was
a horrible monster and drove her to it.

Monster? But he built this house
for the woman that he loved,

like the Taj Mahal.

The Taj Mahal wasn't a palace.
It was a tomb.

And equally overdone.

- Why didn't he tell us?
- Maybe he doesn't trust women.

Yeah.
I think that's probably it.

I think he knew that your fragile,
delicate sensibilities...

After all, you know, I'm a man.
I can handle this kind of...

How'd she kill herself?

He didn't say.

Oh, and ladies,
sleep tight.

Jesus.

After dinner and the first bland history
of Hill House successfully relayed,

Miss Vance appears most susceptible
to suggestive history,

evincing a strongly sentimental reaction
to the love- story component.

Mr. Sanderson, who tested at the bottom
of the Mogel Reliability Scale,

was given the second part
of the story.

When he passes the story on,
the experimental haunting fiction...

should manifest itself
within the group.

And dear Mary
almost lost an eye.

~~

I like the way
you comb your hair like that.

Here. This is for you.

- For me?
- Yeah.

It's beautiful.

- No, I'll... I'll do it.
- It's okay.

It's okay.

Mm-hmm.

- Looks good on you.
- Mm-hmm.

You've been out of the world
a long time, haven't you?

Yeah.

Well,
the world's missed you.

Happy tossing and turning.

Eleanor.

Now I lay me down to sleep.

I pray the Lord
my soul to keep.

If I should die
before I wake,

I pray the Lord
my soul to take.

- God! You scared the f...
- I'm sorry.

- Oh, you gotta be careful.
- Are you all right?

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, no, no, no. You just don't jump out...

- Are you all right?
- Uh, yeah. N-N-No. Oh!

- What's with the, uh, glove?
- What?

- What's with the glove?
- No, I couldn't sleep. I was just... Insomnia.

- What's with...
- Ah, well...

- Yeah, you gotta be careful, 'cause I...
- I wasn't. I was just...

No, I know.
I'm sorry. I just...

- Oh!
- Um, interesting group, huh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It was good.
Kind of... I like Theo.

She's...
quite an insomniac.

Well, uh, listen, you should try
and get some sleep, huh?

- Yeah, that's a good idea. All right.
- Okay. See you tomorrow.

- All right. There's some good
hallways that way. - Uh-huh.

- How's this one?
- Not bad.

- Good. Good.
- See you tomorrow.

Okay.

Coming, Mother.

- I'm coming.

Nell! Nell!

Nell! Nell!

- What is it?
- I don't know.

- Where's it coming from?
- It's everywhere.

Oh, my God.
What's happening?

- Can you feel it, Nell?
- Mm-hmm.

The cold, can you feel it?
Nell, can you feel it?

Oh.

- Nell?

It's moving.

It's over.

It's over, right?

Nell, come back here.

- Come back here!
- No, it's in my room.

It's in my room.

You guys all right?

- Hey, is everything okay?
- Oh, God.

It's Luke.

- Hey, is everything okay?

- You guys all right?
- Luke! Oh, God.

- What's going on?
- Did you hear it?

- Yeah, I just heard it. L...
- W-W-Was it part of the experiment?

- Was what part of the experiment?
- The noise!

- What did you hear?
- Theo, all I heard was you screaming,

"Luke, help me, please."

I wasn't screaming for you.

- It was in my room, and then it went into Nell's room.
- Here, let me look.

- Are there any lights?
- Yes.

I don't... I don't see anything.
I don't hear anything.

Wow, I sort of got screwed
on the old bedroom selection.

Every room's, like,
four times as big as mine.

- Is that it? Is that what you heard?

Well, I did just take a bath.
I mean, could've been.

Yeah, but then how do you explain
the breath and the cold?

I don't know. A draft. Maybe someone
left a window open somewhere.

The cold,
who felt it first?

- Oh, I think it was me.
- What difference does it make?

Well, Eleanor, if it was you,
did you say Theo?

- Theo, if it was you, did you...
- Look, I don't need anyone to tell me I'm cold.

Let's blame it on the old plumbing
then, huh? What else could it be?

Well, if you don't need me anymore,
I guess that's it.

- My job is done. Good night.
- Good night, Luke.

- Yeah, me too.
- Yeah.

- Will you two be all right?
- Yeah.

You really
didn't hear anything?

No.

Eleanor.

Eleanor.

Find us, Eleanor.

Oh, Eleanor.

Find us.

Okay.

These carvings
are really creepy.

All these fat little cherubs
and angels with furry animals.

It's really bizarre,
I think.

I think they're the children
Hugh Crain built the house for.

I don't buy that for a second... that
Hugh Crain was this lovable old tycoon...

with a soft spot
for kids.

The guy was obviously
running a sweatshop.

Had children working
16 hours a day,

and then he builds
all this crap as propaganda.

It's like those Teletubbies.
Those things freak me out also.

And they sing, so they're actually even
kind of scarier, if you think about it.

Yeah.

- How are you comin' along?
- I can't get this one.

- What about you?
- I did all right. But that's another thing.

These tests.
It's like, why do we have to be here?

Why do we have to be
in this weird old house?

I like this house.
I think it's a beautiful house.

Yeah, I guess.

I don't know. I just think
Dr. Marrow's up to something.

I'll tell you another thing.

I'm gonna get
to the bottom of it,

right after I check on Theo,
that is.

See how
my old pal Theo's doing.

- Doing or wearing?
- Yeah, no kidding.

Did you see
what she had on yesterday?

Wow. Yeah, I definitely got
a soft spot for Theo.

Nell, I'm gonna shut this door
and give you a little privacy.

- If there's anyone in there, we'll find him.
- You just saw something move?

- I saw something in the fireplace.
- Okay. Just relax.

I did.
I know I did.

You were here alone?

- Mm-hmm. Yeah, Luke had just left.
- I didn't see anything, though.

Luke, can you help me?

- Just ashes.
- Charred wood.

- Watch out. Let it go.
- Yep.

Hello? Santa?

- Whoa!
- Jesus! God!

- God, are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- What is that?
- A flue.

- A what?
- It's... It's an old flue!

It opens up the chimney.

God!

Is this what you saw?

No. No,
that's not what I saw.

Mm-mmm,
that is not what I saw.

God. Hey, are you okay?

- Luke, are you okay?
- What?

No, I'm not okay! Did you not see
that thing? It almost crushed me!

Yeah, I saw it.
Jeez, I was only asking!

That's what it was.
Of course you were scared.

- It scared the hell out of me too.
- No, I know what I saw.

Eleanor,
this is a very confusing house.

You said it yourself.
Nothing is what it seems.

Look at me.
I'm not confused.

I saw something, and that wasn't it.
There was something in there.

Hey, you guys
should take a look at this.

"Welcome home, Eleanor"?

- Oh, God.
- What does that mean?

His face.

It's my name.
Who did this?

Who wrote this?

Is this one of
your sick jokes, Luke?

What? Come on.
Give me a little credit.

I think I have a better sense of humor
than that. Do you really think I wrote that?

You found it. You could have.

Oh, with what? With the 20-foot ladder
that I keep in my back pocket?

M-Maybe you wrote it, Theo!
You're the artist!

- Maybe this is your great idea of art!
- Don't be ridiculous.

I wanna know right now! Who wrote
this? Did you write this, Theo?

No! Of course not!
Maybe it was you!

How dare you accuse me of writing this!

Maybe you like
being the center of attention!

- What are you talking about?
- Let's stop this now. Come on.

Who was it?

Whoever wrote this,
it's cruel.

You don't know me.

I didn't do it.

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