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All right, all right, hold your shorts!

Yeah?

I got a delivery for Dr. Jonas Wilson.

What the hell is this?

It's an Aztec sacrificial altar.

During important festivals,

they say the blood ran from this altar in rivers.

- Very nice. - Very rare.

Your professor should pleased.

Are you kiddin'?

Sacrifices, rivers of blood?

It's right up old Wilson's alley.

He's a real weirdo,

take my word for it.

Hey, don't you want me to sign for this?

Oh, it's you, Dr. Wilson.

Scared the hell outta me.

It's some sacrificial altar, eh?

Indeed, it is, Frank.

During the annual Corn Festival,

they sacrifice 20,000 victims at a time right here.

Their hearts torn from their living bodies.

Look, I gotta go, Dr. Wilson, eh?

If you need me, I'll be in my office.

Dr. Wilson?

What the hell's going on out here?

Doctor?

Good lord, what on earth happened out here?

Doctor?

Oh, it's you...

The primitive mind believes

that certain inanimate objects are quite literally alive,

that they possess sentience, feelings,

a will of their own.

The New Guinea tribesmen, for example, endows the sky,

the trees, even rocks, with intelligence,

with a mystical power,

and we call this belief or doctrine animism.

Now, of course, we are above all this

kind of nonsense, aren't we?

Indeed, the wisest among us, our psychology majors,

tell us it's all in our minds.

I mean, did some malevolent power

just award me seven years bad luck,

because I broke this mirror?

Of course not,

but knock on wood, just in case.

You've all, no doubt, heard of the tragedy

involving the late Dr. Jonas Wilson.

Wilson was more than a colleague.

He was my close friend.

And his landmark work,

the psychology of the animism,

will be the subject of your final workshop paper.

Let's try to make it a testament to his genius.

And thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.

Amy O'Neill?

- Edward Sadler? - Eddie.

- Hi, partner. - Hi.

Can we talk on the run?

- Oh, okay. - Okay.

Well, we might have a little bit of a problem here, Amy.

See, the college theater group is doing "Romeo and Juliet".

You know it?

Yeah.

Well, I'm Mercutio,

and I've got a few thousand lines to memorize

between now and next week.

So, you're a theater major?

No, no!

Poli sci.

I just thought that theater arts should be an easy A,

and then they went and cast me as Mercutio.

You want anything?

- Oh, no, thanks. - Okay.

The psychology of animism is 1200 pages.

I'm not gonna have the strength to carry Wilson's book,

never mind read the sucker.

All I'm saying, is that maybe you ought a

find yourself a new partner or something.

I don't wanna hang you up.

I'll read it.

You're kidding?

You would actually plow through that thing for us?

That wouldn't be fair.

I couldn't ask you to do that.

No, really, it's okay.

Well, if you say so.

How are those lines coming, Eddie?

I got the first two scenes down cold.

I guess greater miracles have happened.

Are you the girlfriend?

- No. - No, this is Amy.

This is Vic Morrison, our director.

Victor Morrison.

Thank you.

- Hi. - Hi.

So when do we get to meet this girlfriend

who's gonna help with the props?

Susie and I are history.

I thought I told you?

No, you didn't tell me.

If you'd have told me,

I would have gotten someone else.

I don't suppose you'd like to help, Annie?

Oh, it's Amy.

Yeah, how 'bout it?

He's a desperate man.

I don't really know anything about the theater.

Oh, you don't have to know anything.

Look at Vic,

he doesn't know anything, and he's the director.

It's incredibly simple.

We just need someone to find props,

chairs, tables, that kinda stuff.

Here's a list.

It could be a break from reading?

Okay.

All right!

Amy, is that you?

Oh, yes!

You got it!

Oh, it's just beautiful!

Isn't it?

Oh!

Well, nice of you to come home early.

Did you pick up the fabric?

- Oh, yes. - Good.

Let's have a look at it.

Here it is.

Ah, terrific!

You sure this is gonna be enough?

It's what the pattern book recommended.

Well, you know best.

Can you do it for the Calloway dinner on Friday?

Oh, Friday?

Yeah, I don't- Oh, Amy, be an angel,

and say, yes.

Mason's here!

I'm gone.

- Bye, Mom. - Bye, sweetie.

Have a good time, honey.

Oh, Amy, by the way,

that probate lawyer...

What's his name?

Simpson?

So, yes, Mr. Simpson, he called this afternoon.

Oh, what'd he say?

I'm afraid it doesn't look very good.

There's only gonna be a few hundred left

after everything's settled.

That's all?

Well, you know, it might've been different

if your mother and father had made a will,

but then that was typical.

So it appears that you're gonna be staying with us

for quite a while, doesn't it?

I'll probably be late.

You know how these charity events are,

they go on forever.

So be a deer, and feed your grandmother for me, will you?

I've been so rushed.

Okay, Gram, here's your dinner.

I've been run off my feet today.

The lawyer says

there's not gonna be any money left after all.

We're stuck here, Gram.

Sure, let's see what else is here.

Okay.

Can I help you, Miss?

Wasn't this Jonas Wilson's house?

Yes, it was,

but I'd rather you keep that under your hat.

The fewer people know about that, the better.

Well, they must've read it in the papers?

Do you know what really happened?

Well, the way I heard it,

after he finished off that poor guard over to the college,

he came home and went for his wife with an ax right there.

Yeah.

Well, he must've been completely off of his rocker.

No wonder he did himself in.

Oh, what a waste.

A terrible waste.

Well, you see anything you like?

Oh, yeah, this trunk.

How much is it?

$10.

Well, it's for the school play.

7.50, bottom line.

Okay.

Yeah, thank you.

You okay, Miss?

Yeah, I'm fine.

There it goes.

I think that's about right.

- Thank you. - Good luck to you.

Hello?

No, you're just about 10 seconds too late.

No, I don't know the buyer's name,

but listen, she said she's something

to do with the theater program over to TC.

No, no, no, It's cheep, cheep, cheep.

- Okay. - Cheep, cheep, cheep.

- You ready? - I'm ready.

Go!

Okay.

All right, from, "Will you pluck your sword

out of his pitcher by the ears?"

"Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out."

I am for you.

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Come, sir, your pass a do!

Draw, Benvolio!

Beat down their weapons!

Okay, hold it!

Hold it!

Fine!

Can we stop the infernal hammering?!

- Hi! - Hi!

Any luck?

Not bad.

Do you think this trunk's okay?

Amy, it is marvelous.

You're invaluable!

What have we here?

This is beautiful!

Try it on.

It's got Mercutio written all over it.

It looks great!

It feels great.

Let's do the fight.

From "Gentle Mercutio".

You're dead meat.

Yeah, right!

Okay, from "Gentle Mercutio".

Gentle-

Hey!

Hey, watch it!

Hey, what the hell are you doin'?

Okay, okay, hold it!

Eddie!

Pick it up.

Eddie, stop it!

Hey, Eddie, come on, stop it!

Hey, for god's sake, Eddie!

All right, enough's enough!

Come on, Eddie!

So you lose one,

you'll still have one more.

Eddie?

What is the matter with you?!

Okay, I'm okay.

- Barry, I'm sorry. - Keep away from me, man.

You are off this show, Eddie!

- I can't believe you guys! - You're nuts, man.

Amy?

Amy?

Look who's here.

Hi, Mason.

Saw the game Saturday.

You were terrific.

22 Completions over 200 yards.

Don't tell a soul,

but there's a scout from this certain pro football team

that's been calling Mason every day.

I didn't know you followed football?

I don't.

Are you feeling okay, honey?

Shouldn't you be getting back to your homework?

Listen, Amy, I know it's my turn to watch Gram tonight,

but Mason wants to catch a movie,

and I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind?

Okay.

I have to stay home and finish this paper anyway,

and your mom's dress.

Thanks, Cousin.

I'll make it up to you, okay?

So long, Amy.

See you around.

Have a good time.

It's good to see you too, Gram.

Do you think I should get my hair cut short like Gloria's?

Maybe it'd make me look sophisticated?

Something weird happened at school today.

There's this boy named Eddie.

I'm doing a project with him.

During rehearsal, he suddenly went crazy.

He just lost control.

Scary to think what's bottled up inside of us

just waiting to get out.

Funny thing is...

Never mind, it's stupid.

Will you call me tomorrow?

Yeah.

Hi.

Give me a break!

We've been going through this for three months!

You're driving me nuts!

I'm sorry, Mason.

I don't mean to.

- I really don't. - Then what?

Nothing, I just...

I just don't want our first time

to be in the backseat of a car.

Know what I mean?

Okay, babe.

Let's go back to my place.

No.

Look, I guess I'm just not ready yet.

Be patient with me, Mason.

Please?

It won't be long now, I promise.

Really, I promise.

See you tomorrow!

What are you doin' up so late?

Working.

On what?

That's beautiful.

Keep your hands off it!

Gram!

Get the old lady out of here.

"But soft!"

"What light through yonder window breaks?"

How'd you find my window?

I tried all the other ones first.

Buy you breakfast?

Come on, I wanna talk.

Okay, go around front.

I'll be right down.

Come with me tomorrow night to the Easter dance.

I'm sorry, I can't.

How come?

I don't dance that well.

Come on!

I'm not exactly Bobby Brown here.

It's not just that.

I have to watch over my grandmother.

Well, can't you hire a granny sitter?

What happened to you yesterday at rehearsal?

I don't know exactly what went on.

DO you?

No, why would I?

Well, you're the psych major, right?

I just had this incredible sensation

- that I wanted to- - To what?

I wanted to hurt him, to humiliate him,

and there's nothing he could do about it.

Then the feeling just, pfft, vanished.

It will never happen again, okay?

I promise.

Okay.

What happened to all those props that you were collecting?

I left 'em backstage.

Are you sure?

Because Vic couldn't find them.

Then he didn't look very hard.

I left 'em right next to the stage manager's desk.

Okay, I'll tell him.

You sure you're not gonna change your mind about the dance?

No.

Mom's already gone to go to the Calloway's,

and we're off to the dance.

Okay, have good time.

Here's your dinner, Gram.

Here you go.

- Voila! - Thank you.

Excuse me, folks.

Behind you.

How could you do it?!

How?

It's easy, and a one ,

- and- - You left Grandma alone!

What if she...

- What if she- - What if she what?

Breaks a wheel?

Watch my drink!

I'm going to the ladies room!

Wanna do it with me, Mason?

Do you gotta ask?

I'm gonna drive you outta your mind.

Do it!

Do it, Mason.

Here.

Hey, what's goin' on?

What is it, babe?

What's wrong?

What the hell is this?

I'm sorry, Mason.

I'm so sorry.

I thought your cousin was the queen tease,

but you're somethin' else!

- I'm sorry. - Hey!

Wait a damn minute!

Where are you gonna go dressed like that?

Gram, what are you doing up?!

You should be asleep!

Gram!

No!

Grams, stop it!

No!

Watch...

Watch the curb there.

What are you so upset about?

You left Gram here to die, didn't you?

You don't mean that.

That's a hateful thing to say.

Since when do you care so much

about other people's feelings?

You leave Gram,

so you can suck up to Mason

the minute my back was turned?

You little slut!

I don't know what got into you tonight, Cousin,

but understand this,

you go near him again,

and I'll kill you.

What were you doing out of the house?

I went out for a walk.

A walk?

You're my sister's child,

so I've asked very little of you.

Just to take of your own grandmother, that's all.

And you couldn't even do that!

If anyone neglected Gram, it was you two.

What?!

What did you say?

Do you think that's all there is to love,

giving someone a roof over their head?

Gram knew how you felt about her.

She knew she wasn't welcomed here.

Don't you dare talk to me like that, little girl!

Don't you dare talk to me like that!

Gram felt things,

just like you and me!

But she died,

because she was trying to warn me.

Warn you about what?

Amy!

What's happening to you?

All I can say,

is I hope more people come to my funeral.

Hi.

How you doing?

Not great.

Do you wanna go for a drive or something?

Sure, maybe that's what I need.

Can you wait till I change?

Sure.

Who's the guy?

He's a friend from school.

I'll bet.

Amy, I wanted to say I'm sorry about,

well, you know, the other night and everything.

It's okay.

Mason called this morning.

He's really bummed out about the whole thing, too.

He said he wanted to take me to dinner tonight

at that new French restaurant out on the Old Toll Road.

Well, I really hate going so soon

after Gram's funeral and everything.

But Amy, he said he's got a big surprise for me.

He's gonna propose, I just know it!

That's great, if that's what you want.

Listen, hun, I wanted to ask a favor of you.

You know that red dress you were wearing

at the dance the other night?

Well, it looked beautiful on you.

And if it looked that good on you...

What I mean is,

would you mind lending it to me?

Oh, just for tonight.

Pretty please?

I got rid of it.

You got rid of it?

Yeah, I threw it away.

You won't do anything for me, will you, Amy?

You're jealous of me, aren't you?

That's why, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Gloria, I threw it out because it was unlucky, that's all.

I have to go.

See you later.

Threw it out.

I'll just bet.

Oh, my goodness!

Gloria!

Gloria!

In a minute.

Stupid cow.

I'm dangerous tonight.

The pasta was incredible.

Ah, grazie, signora.

How about a big tip for the chef?

What is it?

Did I do something wrong?

No, no.

There's just something I've been meaning to ask you.

How come you didn't just come out

and tell me you were going to the dance?

You didn't have to lie.

I didn't lie.

At the time, I had no intention of going.

But you did?

Yes.

Please don't ask me why.

I couldn't believe my eyes when you walked in.

Something about that dress you were wearing,

you looked so incredible in it.

Will you wear it for me some time, just for me?

I don't have it, Eddie.

I got rid of it.

What?!

I threw it away.

Why would you do a crazy thing like that?

It wasn't crazy.

I was just tired of it, so I threw it out.

Oh, I can't believe it!

I mean, that

- was the most stunning- - Eddie,

it was only a dress.

You're right, it was only a dress.

Only a dress.

You were fantastic.

Where'd you learn all that stuff

- if you've never- - I don't know.

I guess I'm just natural at it.

No, no, no.

Hey, didn't you have a secret for me?

Mason?

Weren't you gonna tell me a secret?

A secret?

Oh, now look who's being the tease.

Oh.

Oh, yeah!

I got a call from Sam Helmer last night.

Who's Sam Helmer?

Sam Helmer, chief scout for the 49ers.

They're gonna take me in the draft.

Well, say something!

This is it, babe!

Joe Montana, Miller Light commercials, the big time!

That's the great secret?

Well, what about me?

Hey!

Where do I fit in?

Hey, we'll keep in touch, babes.

Keep in touch?

While you're running around

with every little cheerleader in the NFL?

What the hell do you mean, "keep in touch“?

Now, I get it.

You thought that...

Sorry, babe, this boy's marrying the NFL.

So that's why you hopped in the sack with me

after all these months.

I thought it was because of Amy.

Amy?

Yeah.

I thought you were jealous.

You even borrowed her dress.

You wanna come in, babe?

We could continue our research in the shower.

In a minute.

In a minute.

Hey, babe, you drop something?

So how was she, Mason?

Who, Amy?

I didn't touch her.

I don't believe you.

Then don't.

Close the door, will ya, babe?

So you're gonna be a big football hero, huh, Mason?

That's what they tell me.

Well, they told you wrong!

Oh, dear, you're about to get sacked,

Mister Super Star quarterback!

Our first and last night together, babe.

So how's our paper coming, by the way?

Slowly.

I haven't had much time.

Oh. my!

It's Gloria!

What's she doing?

I'm not hanging around to find out!

Get out, now!

No, Gloria!

Eddie, come back!

No!

Eddie!

No!

Come back!

No, Gloria!

Gloria, for god's sake,

" Stop!

Come back!

Gloria, stop it!

Hurry!

Oh, Gloria!

Oh, Gloria!

Sigmund!

Oh, it's you, Professor.

I'm sorry if Sigmund startled you.

This is Ms. O'Neill.

She's a friend.

Isn't that right, Ms. O'Neill?

May I join you?

I was sorry to hear about your cousin.

Oh, thank you.

How's your paper coming?

Fine.

And what do you think of Dr. Wilson's book?

Interminable.

It is long.

I like his final chapter on religious rights,

though, most people are gasping for breath

by the time they get there.

Have you read that chapter?

No.

Well, it is fascinating,

because Wilson claims that certain garments

worn in religious rituals

have the power to take control of certain individuals,

to possess them, as it were.

What kind of garments?

Oh, a cardinal's mitre, an Aztec sacrificial cloak,

a Zulu shaman's headdress, that sort of thing.

How did they do that?

Well, the garment acts as a sort of amplifier.

If there is evil in that person,

the garment draws out the worst in him or her,

her fears, her weaknesses, her capacity for violence.

Suppose the person isn't evil, though.

Suppose they're, essentially, good.

Well, then, according to Wilson,

the garment would have only a marginal influence.

So you mean they could challenge the garment's powers?

Precisely.

That's not to say that person would be entirely unaffected.

For example, if they were sexually repressed,

the cloak might transform them into-

- A whore. - Exactly.

Mind you, that person would be in a dilemma,

because they would be torn between their own natural decency

and the forces of the id.

They might even start to doubt their own sanity.

They would need help.

A sympathetic friend.

Yes, I can see that.

Well, I'm gonna finish my run.

You looked most striking

at the dance the other evening, Amy.

That was a remarkable dress you were wearing.

Thank you, Professor.

Good morning.

I'm going to Red.

Let's do it!

Take this sucker!

Take it out!

Hey, baby!

Get that cute, little butt back here.

Oh, I'm talkin' to you, sugar.

No, no, no, no,

you're big, shiny Mercedes is back this way!

And I got somethin' for ya, honey!

Hey, come on, man.

Jesus!

Ms. O'Neill.

Oh, Captain Ackman, isn't it?

Yeah, we talked some

after your cousin, Gloria's- Yes, I remember.

I wonder if I can ask you a few more questions?

I think I've told you everything I know.

Can I have a hamburger with cottage fries, please?

Could I have lunch with you?

I mean, everything looks so good here.

You can't smoke in here.

I have a special dispensation from the Pope.

You see, Amy, I can pretty well piece together

everything that Gloria did that night

as you and your boyfriend's statements,

and, of course, there's Mason's body.

The big question is, why would she do a thing like that?

Maybe she and Mason had a fight?

A fight?

You know, a lover's quarrel.

Gloria strangled him.

Do you know how much strength that takes?

Mason was an athlete.

Strong as an ox.

What the hell he'd do?

Cooperate with her?

After she throttles the life out of this poor guy,

she castrates him with a razor,

and then 10 minutes later, she comes after you.

Any thoughts on that?

No.

Tell me about the red dress.

Can I have one of those fries?

What about the red dress?

Well, it just seems to me

like there's an awful lot of red dresses

floating around Tiverton these days.

For instance, there was a red dress

at your grandmother's accident.

Now, the paramedic's report said

it got tangled in her wheels or somethin'.

And this was the same red dress

you blew away the competition in at the dance that night?

Yes, I wore the dress.

And your cousin was wearing it

the night she went after you and Eddie?

Yes.

Well, that red dress

sure gets around, doesn't it?

I lent the dress to Gloria.

You did that a lot, did ya?

You and Gloria

swapped dresses and- Just dresses.

A death in the family is a terrible thing.

But two deaths in three days, Amy,

I'd say that's carelessness.

Gotta go.

Now, I'm gonna give you my card here.

I know if somethin' springs to mind,

you're gonna give me a call, right?

Eat your lunch, Amy.

Hey, Joey.

How's it hangin'?

You got a lot of nerve comin' up alone.

How much you want?

Well, now, that depends on

how much it's gonna cost me.

250 per.

Is that including tax?

Yeah, just for you.

But what if I don't have it?

Don't blow smoke in my face, sugar.

We're conducting business here.

You want?

I told you you had a lot of nerve,

but sweetie, you sure are short on brains.

Hey, Joey,

I guess I'm gonna have to report you

to the Better Business Bureau.

The state government

and challenges to trackers

to come forward... - What are you doing up?

Couldn't sleep.

Join the club.

No, thanks.

Jack, there's been a second

drug-related slaying in Tiverton,

and this time, on the Clifftop Highway,

and less than 24 hours

after the first victim's body was found

in a downtown alleyway.

Detective, Captain Raleigh Ackman,

declined to elaborate on whatever leads police may have

on the two killings,

except that both were notable

for the gratuitous violence inflicted on the victims.

The Captain is also interested in questioning

a woman in a red dress

that was seen in the immediate area after both murders.

The deceased's effects

are usually stored in lockers arranged by code and names.

So my cousin's clothing should be in her locker?

Yeah, the double entry system ensures against screw ups.

You see, the relatives get very upset

if you hand them an evening dress,

and the deceased is a truck driver.

Excuse me.

Can I just sign for it?

Yeah, you can sign for it all your life,

it won't do you any good,

'cause whoever busted those locks

also ransacked those lockers!

All right, who was your cousin again?

- Gloria Randolph. - Randolph.

She died in a car accident last week.

Oh, well, if it happened last week,

I can't help ya anyway!

I was at a convention in Boca Raton!

I wish I was still there.

Who should I talk to then?

My assistant, Wanda Thatcher.

She has been out since Monday with the flu,

and that better be what she's got!

Why wouldn't it be?

The city's drug rehab program ponder off on us,

a typical bleeding heart, liberal notion that is bound to

blow up in our-

Ms. O'Neill?

It's closing time.

I hate this walk, don't you?

Yes, I do.

I've signed four petitions to get more lights on campus.

I know.

And then they always get bogged down

in one committee or another.

This is my car.

Oh, would you do me a favor,

and watch me till I walk to mine?

- Oh, sure. - Thanks.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

I didn't mean to frighten you.

We have to talk.

It won't take a lot.

You purchased a trunk of Jonas Wilson's

shortly after his death, did you not?

What did it contain?

- Nothing. - Ms. O'Neill,

please stop the charade.

There was a red cloak inside the trunk, no?

I had dinner with the Wilson's on the night they died.

Jonas was very excited,

because he had recently purchased

an ancient relic from a man in Mexico, illegally.

A relic?

Yes, a sacrificial altar.

He knew that inside the altar, in a concealed compartment,

there was something of inestimable value to his theories,

a red cloak worn by Aztec priests on the Day of Sacrifice.

After he died, I tried to find it.

I searched everywhere, until I remembered

that he always kept his most prized acquisitions

in an old trunk!

And you traced the trunk to me?

Yes, with ease.

When I saw you at the dance,

I realized what you had done with the cloak.

But when nothing happened to you,

I put it out of my mind.

Where is the dress now?!

It was destroyed.

My cousin was wearing it the night she died.

I see.

You must've heard about those savage drug murders,

the woman in the red dress?

That has to be a coincidence.

Do you really believe that?

I have to leave now!

I said, "Do you really believe that?"

You have sensed the power of the cloak!

Imagine it in the hands of someone utterly evil,

someone more vulnerable to its power than you are!

I saw it go up in flames!

But if it really exists,

why do you want it, Professor?

What are you gonna do with it?

Ms. O'Neill!

Talk to me.

Hello, Ms. Thatcher?

Yeah, who's this?

Oh, I've been trying to reach you all day.

I understand that you were on duty at the morgue

the night my cousin, Gloria Randolph, died?

That's right.

Gloria was wearing a red dress.

Do you know what happened to it?

Sure.

It was burned to ashes.

Everything was.

Are you absolutely sure?

Hey, I was there!

I took it off her.

But if it was burned to ashes,

- how could you- - Who is this?

My name is Amy.

Amy who?

Excuse me?

I'm looking for Wanda Thatcher.

You just missed her.

Hey, look!

Let me ask you a question.

You like the green or the yellow better?

I like the yellow.

I think it would brighten it up.

Is the landlord in?

You're lookin' at him, honey.

And you know so met hm', you're fight.

The green reminds me too much of hospitals.

I'm a friend of Wanda's.

My name is Amy.

She may have mentioned me?

Nah, she doesn't talk much, that one.

I lent her a book the other day,

and she forgot to return it.

I have a final coming up tomorrow,

and-You wanna write her a note?

No, I think it'd be too late.

Look, could you let me in her apartment just for a moment?

I'm sure I can find it.

I guess no harm done.

Here.

She's in room 402.

All right?

Just turn the lock on the inside before you leave, okay?

Thanks.

Hey, you're just in time to catch Amy.

Who?

Your friend, Amy.

I mean, she came back to get her book.

I didn't think you'd mind me lettin' her in.

She seemed nice enough.

YOU jerk!

Jerk?

I got your jerk!

Yeah?

Wanda!

When the hell are you coming back to work?

Sorry, Elwood, I'm still feelin' lousy.

Listen, do me a favor.

You got on address there on Gloria Randolph?

So you're asking me to believe

that this red dress is somehow supernatural?

Can you hear yourself?

Your cousin was burned beyond recognition,

and you're asking me to believe that her dress survived,

and is somehow, some way, pulling Wanda's strings?

Wait a minute!

Maybe it pulled yours the same way?

No.

This dress digs into the most secret part of you!

It feeds on any weaknesses it finds.

With Wanda, it's found a home!

It's making her do things she's only dreamed of doing.

Could it maker her push her grandmother down the stairs?

What the hell are you trying to sell me anyway?!

That you're nuts?

I'm not buying it.

You're not gettin' off that easy, Amy O'Neill.

I done some checkin' on your grandmother's will.

Seems she left everything to you.

Now, how about that?

$400 and her wedding ring!

I sure made quite a haul, didn't I, Captain?

Hey!

I've been looking for you.

Are you okay?

You just scared me, that's all.

What's the matter?

What is it?

What happened?

I don't know.

I feel like I'm trapped in this nightmare,

and I wanna wake up, but I can't.

I wanna tell someone, and I can't do that either.

You can tell me.

I love you.

Boy, you picked one hell of a time to tell me that.

Can I call you later, please?

- Yeah. - Thank you.

Hello?

It's Gordon Buchanan!

What do you want?

We have to talk!

The dress is not destroyed!

Are you alone?!

No, I'm not.

My aunt's here.

She's sick.

Can you call me tomorrow?

Very well.

Good night.

Aunt Martha?

Aunt Martha, is that you?

Aunt Martha?

You wanted the red dress,

well, you got it, ain't ya?!

And you just got it!

Tiverton Police Department.

You name, please.

Amy O'Neill, 201 Crystal Circle Drive.

Yeah.

Tiverton Police Department.

Yes, get me Captain Ackman!

Your name, please?

This is Amy O'Neill.

Please get me Captain Ackman.

It's an emergency.

- Please hold. - No, don't put me on hold!

- Hello, are you still there? - Yes, Amy-

- Captain Ackman cannot be reached.

What do you mean, you can't get in touch with him?

Please, it's an emergency!

Does he have your address?

Yes, no, he knows the address!

This is Amy O'Neill!

I copy!

I'm on my way!

Eddie.

Please help me get out of this dress.

Shh, don't talk.

My god!

I think I've killed someone!

You haven't killed anybody.

No, I have!

Her body's downstairs!

No, it isn't.

Not anymore.

Trust me, you didn't kill anyone.

She would have killed you, if I hadn't shown up!

She wanted to take it from us.

You put this on me!

Wear it for me, Amy.

Wear it for me.

It's ours now.

It's just ours.

We can share the power together.

Just you and me.

Oh, my god!

You lied to me!

That's why you went out with me!

Uh-uh, I love you.

I love you, but just think,

just think how much more we could love each other

with a million volts surging between us!

How many people never live to feel something like that?

Oh, Eddie.

Good, Amy.

Can you feel its powers running between us?

We can do anything.

I wanna feel it next to my skin.

I wanna feel it slide between our bodies.

No!

No!

Can't you understand?!

It corrupts like a drug!

It corrupts everything it touches!

Amy?

Amy!

Amy!

Damn you!

Eddie, no, please!

Help me destroy it!

No!

Eddie!

Eddie!

Please, it's the only way!

Go on, touch it!

Feel it!

It's the kind of power you want?!

I fight it!

I'm fighting it right now!

You can fight it, Eddie!

I know you can!

Fight it!

If you don't, it will use you,

and it'll destroy you.

Eddie!

Think about what we feel for each other!

That's the real power, not this.

I love you, Eddie.

Now, let's run though that part one more time.

You say you came in the house,

and you saw the deceased

hit Amy on the head with this ice tray?

Yes, sir.

I grabbed Wanda

and I only meant to stop her.

Oh, you didn't kill her.

Forensic says she would have died anyway.

She suffered a subdural hematoma from the fall.

Hell, it's a wonder she even got up.

God knows what she was running on.

You used what is legally known as a reasonable force.

I would like to know

why you put her body out in the shed, though.

I told you, I panicked.

I thought I'd be arrested for murder.

Or something.

You're not gonna hurt anyone ever again.

There we go.

You all right?

Okay.

Thanks.

You're the last person I expected to see here.

You told me she had no family.

No, no, she didn't.

Gotta go.

Amy?

Nice thought.

- Excuse me. - Yeah?

I knew her.

Would you mind if I gave her a little something

she would have wanted?

It's just a little- Oh, no, go right ahead.

Thanks.

Ms. O'Neill?

Oh, hi, Professor.

With the semester over and everything,

I haven't had a chance to congratulate you.

Congratulate me on what?

On your paper.

I gave it an A.

Thank you.

I can't wait to tell Eddie.

How is Mr. Sadler?

He's okay now.

He did a lot of crazy things he's sorry for.

His quest for the red cloak?

Yeah.

Well, the cloak's destroyed.

The remnants are dead and buried along with Wanda Thatcher.

I don't apologize,

no matter how many theories it would have proved.

No need to apologize.

I would have done the same.

In fact, it's what I intended to do,

if I had a managed to catch up with it.

You know, you are an amazing young lady,

and, of course, you remember what Nietzsche said?

I'm afraid I'm still wading through Plato.

He said, “That whoever fights monsters"

should take that in the process

he does not become a monster,

and when you look long into an abyss,

the abyss also looks into you...

You challenged the cloak, and you won.

I trust I shall be seeing you both next semester?

- I think so. - Good, I'm glad!

Have a great vacation, Professor.

Thanks.

You too.

Hey.