All language subtitles for Encounter.with.the.Unknown.1973.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

During the
years 1949 through 1970

Dr. Jonathan Rankin
conducted extensive research

in the field of
psychic phenomena

and catalogued
hundreds of events

that defy rational explanation.

The most intriguing
aspect of the research

was the discovery of an
apparent relationship

between many of these events
and certain cemeteries

located throughout
the United States.

According to Dr.
Rankin 453 people

directly involved in
these strange events

were buried in only
23 separate cemeteries

throughout the nation.

This apparent final
grouping of people

who were touched by the unknown

is referred to in parapsychology

as the Rankine
Cluster Phenomena.

The following episodes are based

on supposedly true events

described in Dr.
Rankin's writing

and involving one of
the mystery cemeteries.

There are few things as strange

as reality, for
reality comes to us

wearing many faces disguised
as all manner of things.

What is reality and
what is illusion?

Some things we think are real

may be merely wisps of
smoke from our minds

and some things
we think illusion

are really cloaked
in that guise.

So they may play their part

without knowing what
they really are.

And he who leadeth on.

Did these
events happen by coincidence

or by an unknown and
unknowable calculation?

And whosoever liveth.

Let's start by
populating this day's stage

with some of the characters.

I know that my redeemer liveth

and that he shall stand
at the light of day

upon the earth.

- Dave Terrell,
- Though this body

be destroyed, judge

- shall I be God.
- Frank Cameron,

Whom I shall see for myself.

- Randy Powell,
- And I shall behold.

Three young men,

college students, all
the boy next door,

all people we've known before.

Brother Taylor, well
meaning and God fearing man.

Blessed be the name of the Lord

and so Lord we commend to thee

the earthly remains
of John Davis.

Johnny Davis, the one

who holds the rather
dubious place of honor

at this gathering.

And this is Camille
Davis, Johnny's mother,

the seventh daughter
of a seventh son.

Does she have anything to
do with our story, perhaps?

Let's unfold it.

He was cut down untimely,

but you and your infinite
wisdom know best.

Take the soul of
this young man, Lord

and may he dwell in
your hallways forever.

The Lord giveth and
the Lord taketh away.

Blessed be the name
of the Lord, amen.

Listen you well to my word,

one by land, two by sky.

Look to the heptagon
for it is there.

Seven times around
go the three of you

and may your reward
be just and true.

Look to the heptagon
for it is there.

Seven times around
go the three of you

and may your reward be just.

Excuse me, sir, would you
like a refill on your drink?

Ah sir, would you
like another drink?

Excuse me, I think
she's talking to you.

Would you care for something?

Oh, I'm sorry, yes I would.

Okay, here you are.

There you go.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Would you care for another?

Sorry father, guess I
was pretty deep in thought.

I didn't even hear her.

We all get that way sometimes.

Deep thought is sometimes a
bridge way across our problems.

Father, do you believe
in the supernatural?

I'm sorry?

Well I guess it
sounds pretty silly,

but I was wondering
if you believed

in the supernatural.

Don't you realize the
supernatural is my business?

You might say I'm a pro at it.

I hadn't thought of it that way.

I guess you're right.

I'm one of those many people

who have a supernatural boss.

He's a good boss, gentle boss,

one who knows all the answers.

Sometimes he doesn't
tell you what they are.

What made you think of
the supernatural anyway?

Oh nothing.

Listen you well to my word,

one by land, two by sky.

Well yes, something.

Now look father,
I'm not a Catholic.

It doesn't make any difference.

No, I guess it doesn't.

Something has been bugging me

for the last couple of days

and I really need somebody
to talk to about it.

So, I've got two ears, talk.

Well, I guess I should
begin at the beginning.

It all started in
this pool hall.

Randy Powell, this
friend of mine and I

and Dave Terrell, we're
all roommates at state.

I'm sorry father,
I'm Frank Cameron.

Good to know you, Frank.

I'm Father Dwayne.

Good to know you, too, father.

Well anyway, we were
at this pool hall,

just having fun and
there was this guy there,

Johnny Davis, we were just
sort of kidding him around,

you know we didn't
mean any harm.

Sure, she's ready.

Don't you think so, Dave?

Sure she is, man.

She was ready last night.

You know what?

What?

I'll bet we could fix
ole Johnny up with her.

Oh, I don't know, man.

She might be a
little tough for him.

What do think, Johnny?

Who is she?

I don't know many girls.

She's the new kid that
just moved it down the block.

She's about 17 and
well, you know.

Hey Randy, why don't
you give her a call.

We can send ole Johnny
over from right here.

All right.

I'll just do that.

Hello?

Darlene, remember me.

This is Randy.

Yeah.

Well, I'm just down the street.

Uh-huh.

You are?

Well, look what are
you doing tonight?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Yeah, I just bet you are.

Hey look, Darlene, Dave
and Frank over here

and we have a good
friend named Johnny.

He'd like to have
a date with you.

You can?

That's terrific.

Well you know what I
mean don't you, Darlene?

Yeah.

Well as long as we
understand each other.

Well look, this guy
that's coming over tonight

is a personal friend of mine.

You dig?

Yeah.

So I want you take
real good care of him.

Okay?

Yeah, he'll be over
in about ten minutes.

Okay, yeah.

Hey, uh uh, Darlene.

Have fun.

Well, she wants to see him.

What, what's, what's address?

Hey, I forgot her name.

Ah her name is Darlene.

And she lives at
3536, that's it,

3536 Hamilton, you got that?

Yeah, you fellas gonna be here?

Yeah, we'll be right
here when you get through.

Okay, Johnny, get off.

Hey man, where was that
address you sent him to?

I don't know, what
difference does it make?

Who's there?

It's me, Darlene, Johnny,
you know Randy called.

Who do you want?

Ah come on, Darlene,
don't put me down.

Just open the door.

There's no one
here by that name.

This is the Wilson residence.

Is their name Darlene?

No, young man, you've
probably got the wrong address

and besides that you're
liable to get hurt

walking up to a strange house
in the middle of the night.

Why, I've got my
husband's pistol out

and I certainly don't
want to hurt anybody.

Oh dear God.

Oh God.

Darlene.

He was just child.

I, I know that I shouldn't
have had the gun in the house,

but my husband insisted
because he travels so much.

Oh my God.

He was just a child.

It's all
right Mrs. Wilson,

it was a tragic accident.

Now I'm sure there
won't be any charges,

but you understand
you'll have to be

at the station tomorrow.

I'll tell my husband.

Who was the boy?

John Davis,

lived about six
blocks from here.

Is there any reason why
he might have come here?

No, all I know is,
he asked for a girl named.

Well that's how
it happened, father.

If it hadn't been for
a damn fool trick,

Johnny would still
be alive today.

Frank, I know it's
upsetting, but a lot of times

without meaning to,
we set into motion

things we can't control.

Now maybe if you...

Wait a minute, father.

I know what you're gonna
say, I've heard it before.

But that's not the
end of the story.

In fact, I'm not
sure it's got an end.

Go on.

Well, we all went to the
funeral, not a big town.

Everyone knew and liked Johnny.

We could have cut
our own throats.

Anyway, after the funeral,

his mother turned to us and
said the strangest thing.

Listen you well to my word,
one by land, two by sky.

Look to the heptagon
for it is there.

Seven times around,
go the three of you

and may your reward
be just and true.

And that's what
she said, father.

If I could only tell you
about the tone of her voice.

The look in her eye.

All right.

She had just lost
her only child.

You can't be too
angry with her anger.

I know, I know, but
it's what she said.

And I looked up heptagon

that means a seven sided figure

and she said seven times
around go the three of us.

What?

Well, father, seven
days after the funeral,

Dave and I were going
to chemistry lab.

We were in kind of a hurry.

Hey man, you didn't.

Yes I did, I got her
right upside the head, man.

You really hit her?

Yep, she just pushed me too far

and I just hauled off
and let her have it.

I don't think
I could hit a girl.

Hey listen, man, we gotta take

No.

That's the way it
happened, father.

Exactly seven days.

Look, Frank, strange
things happen to all of us.

You're upset because
of a distraught remark

at a graveside made by a woman

who had lost her only child.

Now you're looking for
reasons that don't exist.

The only reason is
sheer coincidence.

Besides time will take it away.

I assume it was some time ago.

No, it wasn't, it
was just last Thursday.

Today's Thursday.

I know, it was
one week ago today.

That makes this the 14th day
and 14 is two times seven.

Oh, stop it, Frank.

You're letting a simple
coincidence jar your entire life.

And God works in strange ways,

but he doesn't deal in
hexes or witchcraft.

Forget it, look you
got a life to lead.

My advice is just to go back
to school and leave it at that.

Sure, father, sure.

Thanks for letting
me bend your ear.

What else do you
think we're here for?

Well, Frank, this
is where I get off.

I hope I've helped you

Believe me, father, you have.

Have a nice trip.

What happened?

Flight 180 crashed.

Oh my God, where
are they taking them?

Hangar B.

Frank.

Frank.

Hello, father.

It's quite all right, Frank.

No, it's not, father,
it's the 14th day remember?

There's nothing
more you can do, father.

Father, could I
talk to you a minute

something's bothering me?

Well certainly, Father
Dwayne shall we go inside?

No, that's not necessary.

What I have to ask is so
strange and unreasonable

that not only do I want
God and you to hear it,

I want the outdoors
to hear it, too.

Couldn't be as bad as that.

Well probably not, father,

but if you remember,
I had just gotten off

of flight 180 before that crash.

You recall seven
people were killed.

Yes, yes I do, terrible thing.

It was last Thursday, wasn't it?

Yes, seven days ago.

Let me tell you the story

that one of the more
unfortunate people

on that plane told me.

So father, do you think such
a series of coincidences

can just happen?

Well Father Dwayne,
I'll not say to you no.

I know your heart is troubled

and this would be the
21st day, wouldn't it?

Yes, it would.

I don't know how I'm going
to get this out of my mind.

Shall I tell you?

If you can father.

It's really fairly simple
as most things usually are.

You mentioned the
third boy's name

and you know that
he attends college

at the State University.

Why don't you just
call him there?

I've been afraid.

It's a good idea, father.

I've been waiting for God
to give me the answer.

God moves in strange
ways and sometimes

employs the most
ridiculous messengers.

Thank you, operator.

Yeah.

Randy, Randy Powell?

Nah, this is Joe's
Pool Hall, he ain't here.

It's sort of important
I'd like to talk to him.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir
I was just kidding.

Randy's gone for the day,

but I can have him call you
when he gets in this evening.

No sir, he's gone skydiving.

So Randy Powell went skydiving.

What was it that woman
named Camille said,

one by land and two my air?

Didn't Frank say that
he found a heptagon

to be a seven sided figure?

And didn't Dave die seven
days after Johnny's funeral

and Frank 14 days after?

What is the reality and
what is the illusion?

Our story doesn't tell us,

but I wonder if Randy knows
that it's the 21st day?

Listen you, one
by land, two by sky.

Look for the hexagon
for it is there.

Seven times around
go the three of you

and may your reward
to be just and true.

It is tradition
that ghosts and ghouls

and various other
citizens of the grotesque

wrapped themselves
in malevolent mists

and deep darkness.

Horror is a condition
existing most often

when morning seems
farthest away.

So it would seem unlikely
that this bright spring day

in 1906 would begin a
horror that to this day

haunts a small community
in southern Missouri.

A boy and his dog chased
dreams and butterflies

back and forth across Saturday.

Observe one man child
and one man child's dog

on their way to a uniquely
soul-shattering rendezvous

with darkness, a terrifying
encounter with the unknown

Lady, hey, Lady.

Lady.

Here, Lady.

Here, Lady.

Joe, where is that boy?

He goes fishing and plumb
forgets about the time.

He's got that dog with him,
so I guess it's all right.

I do wish he'd hurry though.

I'm worried the pot
liquor and this stew's

gonna be thick as molasses.

Gonna get colder tonight.

Funny weather for
this time of year.

Fog will be thickened pea soup.

Or maybe that pot liquor.

You better water
it down again, ma.

Sometimes that boys a caution.

Oh goodness, you
gave me a start.

Pa, I can't find Lady no place.

I looked and looked, I
ain't found her no place.

Any place and don't say ain't.

Pa, I couldn't find her.

Will you help me look?

Son, she'll come home.

Probably out chasing
the Coon or a rabbit.

Ma maybe the old gal
found herself a new lover.

Get your hands washed up.

Lady, Lady.

Here Lady.

Here Lady.

Here Lady.

Lady.

Is that you, Lady?

I didn't know what it was, pa.

Please.

No, don't.

Don't.

Oh, please.

Son, it's me, son.

What in the world are
you doing out here?

Papa, papa.

Is it really you?

I didn't know what is was, pa.

It's all right, son,
it's all right now.

What possessed you to
come out here, son?

Your ma and I was worried, son

when you weren't home in bed.

Is that your dog
down in that hole?

I don't think it's Lady, pa.

It's a crazy town, ain't it?

Crazy.

I agree with you there, son.

It's not Lady, pa, let's go.

Come on.

Anyway, the fact
of the matter is

the boy lost his dog.

Yeah, you remember Lady.

Yeah, we've used
her for huntin'.

Now it seems the boy was fishing

and fell asleep.

The dern dog plumb disappeared

and she ain't come back.

Well, the kid asked his
pa to help find the dog,

but heck, Joe he said
dog will come back

and didn't pay it no more mind.

Well, the boy went out
looking for his dog

in the middle of the night.

Well, you find him?

Heck no, and that
ain't the whole story.

Come on doc.

Joe went out
looking for his son,

found him near out of his mind

at the edge of a big
hole in the ground.

What hole in the ground?

I don't know just
some big hole somewhere

near Joe's place.

I'd imagine with all these
heavy rains we've been having,

it washed an opening to a cave.

You know this
county's full of 'em.

Yeah, that's true,
underground rivers and places

if you fell into em',
man you'd never get out.

Yeah, the craziest
thing was the sounds

coming out of that
hole in the ground.

Joe and the boy both
heard crazy sounds,

weird like, like
someone was in trouble

in there at first.

Maybe an animal down in there.

Probably the dog.

Hmm?

I said it was probably the dog.

No, they don't think so.

Anyways, Joe is going
up to the constable,

trying to get him
to go out there

and check up on it.

He thinks...

Any of you boys wanna go
with us out to Joe's place?

Seems like there's a new
cave opening, maybe anyway.

Joe seems to think there's
something down in it,

moaning and groaning.

That's right.

Yeah, we heard, I'll go.

You know we haven't had

as much excitement around here

since widow Jones got into
trouble at that book sale.

All right, let's go.

Me, too.

Wouldn't want to miss
this, back later.

Doc.

I don't want them to leave me.

Now, now, Jonas.

Jonas, that's all right.

It's just the constable
and some other men

gone out to
investigate a new cave

where someone or
something's fallin' on in.

Now go on home, Jonas, go on.

That a boy.

What are you gonna do, pa?

Somebody going down the hole?

Don't know yet, son,
we haven't decided.

The constable's
gonna look it over.

Come on, boys,
take a look at this.

What's going on
with this geyser?

Well, that's got some
hair on it, don't it?

It wasn't here two
day ago, I tell you.

I walked right through here.

- Wow.
- Don't get too close.

Wow.

Well what do you think?

I don't know, Joe.

It's got to take an awful
lot to fill that hole.

Here, let's try this.

Pa, that didn't sound
like Lady, does it?

I don't think it
could be the dogs.

I never heard of
noise like that before.

I know one thing, we don't leave

we're gonna get soaked.

Yeah, you may be right, Joe.

Nothing we can do around here,

at least why it's
not without robot.

Come on, boys.

Come on.

What about my dog, pa?

You think it might
be her down there?

No dog ever made
a sound like that.

Come on.

Thank you, Mr. Jacobs.

You're quite welcome.

Ah, I don't know.

I think we should
have stayed out there.

It'll stop raining
a few minutes.

Besides there might be
somebody down there.

Who?

Well how in the hell do I know.

Anybody, old fool.

But, if there is
someone down there,

then I think we ought to go now

and try to get him out.

You know a little
Christian attitude

wouldn't hurt any
of us around here.

Ole Joe mentioned the mayor's

about to fold, could be
she's flipped in the hole.

Well I think we oughta
go back out there tomorrow.

Whatever's out there in that
hole ain't human or animal.

It's the work of the devil.

Maybe it's a, it's a warning.

Son, go saddle the
mare and ride into town

and get the constable.

Ask him to get Hank and Ned
and anybody else he can find

and meet me at the hole.

It's time we settle this thing.

Joe, I wish you wouldn't go,

not tonight anyways.

Why don't you wait till tomorrow

when you have more light?

What difference does it make?

I have a worry about it, Joe.

Now look here, woman you
and your fore warnings

and premonitions nonsense.

Why the boy still
thinks it has something

to do with his dog.

Now, I really don't think
the dog is down there,

but we to Jess to at least try.

Don't you agree?

And that, that wailing
noise is gettin' serious.

It could be danger...

Please, ma, we'll be
home fore long, you'll see.

Oh, you two, there's
no stopping you.

You be careful now, ya hear.

We will, ma, we will.

That's the scariest
sound I ever heard.

Makes your skin sort of crawl.

Well, I'll say it
again, there ain't nothing

neither human or
animal in that hole.

You may be right.

You know I say we're oughta drop

a stick of dynamite
down that hole

and blow it to kingdom come.

No, no the dog
might be down there.

It ain't human
and it ain't animal.

What's that?

What's what?

That noise in the trees.

I'm hearing nothing.

Awe, it's the dummy.

Oh boy, that's all
we need, him out here.

How'd he get out here anyway?

Ah, he must have
walked, I guess.

Yeah, I remember reading
about a cave like that once.

So they used big rooms.

Went back for
miles, I mean miles.

All underground, mind you.

Like a city almost
room after room

of these crazy pillars of rocks.

A million different colors,
some different, some crazy.

Some of the pillars
even upside down

hanging from the ceiling.

Somebody ought to go down there.

Not me.

Hell no, you bust the rope.

What do you think
we oughta do it, Joe?

I'll do it, pa.

It just might be Lady.

And I wanna get her back, pa.

She might be hurt too and
how'd she ever get out?

It's not likely to have anything
to do with the dog, son.

Yes, but it might be, pa.

And if it is, I'd
never forgive myself.

Well if it means so much
to you, I'll go down here.

Least ways to take a look.

I'm sure not gonna
let you do it.

Bill.

See if you can throw
that rope over that limb,

let her hang down right here.

Okay, men, watch the rope.

Man, I wouldn't go down there

for a million dollars.

If I gave you a million dollars,

I wouldn't want you
to go down that hole

on the end of a rope.

Well if I went down
there I wouldn't want you

on the top end either.

All right, you men hold on tight

to the end of that rope.

It's plenty deep, and there
may be water down there, too.

All right, let's
get it over with.

Got that lantern ready?

Oh my God.

Joe.

Oh, Joe.

Ole Dan has it.

Take it slow, Tom.

Well where in the
hell have you been?

I got here as soon as I could.

Well come on, give
us a hand on this rope.

We're letting Joe
down in the hole.

Why didn't you say so?

All right, take it slow, Tom.

Remember, you got a
lantern down there.

Can't go too fast.

He ain't on there.

Oh Joe.

You ain't something.

Heavy as you are you oughta
be on the end of this rope

when we're ready to pull Joe up.

Is that rope still slack?

God, what's happening?

Oh Joe.

Pull it up, pull it up.

Somethings happened to my pa.

Come on, pull, pull.

Well, I'm pulling, pulling.

- Hurry up, hurry.
- Be careful.

Hold on, let's
get him out of there.

Pull, pull.

I'm pulling.

Pa, pa.

Pull it harder.

Hurry, hurry.

Pull, pull.

- Pa.
- Pull it.

Pull harder.

Pa.

Pull harder.

Come on, pull, pull.

- Hurry.
- Be careful, pull.

Pa, pa.

Pull.

He's dead.

Pa?

He's still breathing.

Help him out.

Here put this under his head.

Pa?

He's still breathing.

God, look at his eyes.

Joe.

Funny weather at
this time of year.

Pa, I can't find Lady any place.

Go saddle the
mare and ride into town

and get the constable.

It's time we settle this thing.

What do you
think we ought to do, Joe?

I'll do it, pa,
it just might be Lady

and I wanna to get her back, pa.

It means so much to you,

I'll go down there.

He's alive.

Lift him up.

Easy now, easy.

Pa, come back.

Pa, come back.

Pa, don't leave me.

No one knows what
happened down in that cave.

Joe is a strong intelligent man

who had lived his entire
life close to the earth.

Never before had
he intruded upon

the affairs of that
godless society

that dwells deep within

- the bowels of the earth.
- Pa, pa.

But he did leave him
after a manner of speaking.

Somehow through
this wild experience

he had lost his mind.

He was insane and spent
the rest of his life

in the state insane asylum.

Pa, pa.

Pa, pa.

Pa, come back.

There is a bridge in our mind

that leads through
time and memory from

what we know to sure
is beyond knowing.

It sways high and
darkly dangerous

above the canyons
of our disbelief.

Like some spectral span spun
by Devils for us to tread.

To walk this bridge is to accept
all kinds of possibilities,

especially the most
exciting possibility of all,

the possibility
of impossibility.

Some tales of the impossible
so capture the imagination

that they quickly spread
over much of the country.

The girl in the
bridge is such a tale.

Countless variations
of this story

are told and retold.

In North Carolina, it
is the Lydia story.

In Illinois it's the
specter of the mists

and in Texas it's called
the white rock lady.

Dozens of interviews and
hours of newspaper research

traced the story's origin
and consequence spread

across the country
from Central Arkansas

beginning in 1929.

Come now and explore the
possibility of the impossible.

Come stand beside the
girl on the bridge.

- We had a wonderful time.
- It was fun to be happy.

Thanks very much.

Miss, miss, are you all right?

Are you hurt?

Are you okay?

Are you hurt?

No

I'm not hurt.

Would you take me home?

Of course, I'll take you home,

but, but what happened to you?

Are you here all alone?

I don't know.

I'm afraid so.

Are you sure you were all right?

Please, just take me home.

Of course, I will.

Where do you live?

3802 Cavanaugh, near the park.

Now come along, let me
help you into the car.

I'll see that you get home.

What happened?

I don't know.

Are you sure you're all right?

I have to go home.

My father worries about me.

Susan.

Hello.

I want to talk to you.

Sit down.

Again, father?

Susan, I've told you to
stay away from that boy

and I mean it.

But I love him.

That isn't true.

You don't even
know what love is.

Don't I, father?

No, you don't and I want you

to get rid of that
boy or I will.

I love Paul and
I wanna marry him.

Don't talk like a fool, Susan.

I never want to see that
boy around here again.

And besides, he could
never support you.

And Wesley Carver
could, is that it, father?

Yes, he could give you
everything you've always wanted

Everything you've always wanted.

All I want is Paul.

Susan.

I'd rather see you dead
than married to that boy.

John

John.

Yes, what is it?

Why do you have to
talk to Susan like that?

Because she's my
daughter and I love her.

Because I don't want to
see her ruin her life.

And you think that loving

and marrying Paul
will ruin her life?

Emma, you know what
that boys family's like,

he'd always be poor.

You know that
boy works very hard

at making something of himself.

He reminds me of
someone I used to know.

I don't think I
know you now, John.

- It's me, Emma.
- No, I mean it.

When did money start to
mean more than your family?

It doesn't.

Really?

You're willing to sacrifice

your daughter's
happiness for it.

You're breaking her heart

and I am ashamed for you.

She'll get over it in time.

I think I know
what's best for her.

She's not to see Paul again.

I don't understand why she
doesn't like that Carver boy.

Like him, John,
she does like him.

She just happens to believe

you should love somebody
in order to marry them.

Don't talk like a fool, Susan.

I never wanna see that
boy around here again.

I love Paul
and I wanna marry him.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Susan.

Hmm.

Remember the first
time we came here?

Always.

You mean the time
I forgot the lunch.

How could I forget?

Don't.

I wanna go swim.

I love you.

Honey.

Why do you have to go
to that party anyway?

You know father
worries about us.

It's all right.

Breaking my date with
Wesley won't help.

And neither will being late.

We better go.

You shouldn't have said
you'd go with him anyway.

Paul, you know I had
nothing to say about that.

Besides, I told you I'd
meet you in the gazebo.

Cheer up.

Oh look, here comes
Susan with Wesley Carver.

Well, I thought she
was in love with Paul.

She is, but her father's in
love with the Carver money.

She's not gonna
date Wesley, is she?

Her father is trying to
keep her from dating Paul,

but guess who's in the gazebo?

Paul?

Saturday night.

Hi.

Hi, how'd you get way so soon?

Oh, it was easy.

I sent Wesley out
for some punch.

He's probably looking
everywhere for me right now.

Paul, I can't stay long.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Oh, Paul.

What are we gonna do?

I know what we could do.

We could run away.

I've told you to stay
away from that boy.

What's wrong?

I'm all mixed up.

You don't even
know what love is.

Don't worry, Susan.

I'll take care of you.

He could never support you.

Maybe we could
talk to father again

and he could give you
some ideas about...

We tried that, you know it.

Our only chance is
to go away together.

Yes, but maybe if we asked...

Susan.

Do you love me?

Yes, I love you.

Do you really, really love me?

Of course, I do.

Then we'll work it out.

We might not have much,

but we will have each other.

We would happy, wouldn't we?

You know we would.

There's no other way, is there?

What other way is there?

Let's get married.

Let's get married today.

Today?

Yes.

You mean to today?

Yes, today, let's get
married now, right now.

All right.

You mean it, you really mean it.

I do.

Let's go.

Hey, where you going?

To get married.

Good evening, sir.

Yes.

I hate to do bother
you like this, sir,

but my name is
Senator Brooksmeyer.

I have a young lady in the car

who says she lives this address,

now, she's quite upset and seems

to have been of an accident
or something like that.

You've made a mistake.

I'm sorry.

You're willing to sacrifice

your daughter's
happiness for it.

You're breaking her heart

and I am ashamed for you.

You must have the wrong address.

She's gone.

Gone?

But I would've
heard the car door.

What's happening?

I don't know, but I'm
sure going to find out.

Sir, if you'll just
explain this to me.

Let me step outside
and close the door.

I don't want my
wife upset again.

I don't understand
any of this, sir.

My daughter was in an accident

on Woodson Road
by the old bridge.

That's right, that's
where we found her,

but how did you know?

Let me try to explain,

she was standing there,
you stopped to help

and she asked you to bring
her for this address.

Well, it's right, yes.

There's only one
thing wrong, Senator,

that accident happened
many years ago.

And my daughter

was killed.

Time

and time again.

She tries to come back,
but she never makes it.

God.

I wish she could.

♪ Remembering how
it used to be ♪

♪ Knowing how it
could have been ♪

♪ If we could go
back to yesterday ♪

♪ And live it all again

♪ I know that if we had the
time things would've changed ♪

♪ I think that our lives
would be than the same ♪

♪ Wish I still had
the kind of life ♪

♪ I once had with you

♪ Before the nights
were like the kind ♪

♪ I once shared with you

♪ If there were only
something I could do ♪

♪ It's so hard to feel
after loving you ♪

♪ For all my dream
looking back ♪

♪ On a life that used to be

♪ Never really understanding

♪ Why you had to leave

♪ If we could go
back and change ♪

♪ all that's been done

♪ Then perhaps
this lonely time ♪

♪ Never would have come

It has been said that our lives

are merely bridges through time,

but what a death?

We know where death begins,

but across what does it span?

Where does it lead?

These are questions Susan
could easily answer,

if we could but find her
and this too is possible.

For dozens of people,
including the senator,

say she still stands
upon the bridge waiting,

perhaps for you to
pass her way once more.

Do we make these
memorials to the dead

to help us remember?

Surely, we would never
forget those we once loved.

Then is there some other
reason, some obscure force

buried deep in the
racial memory of man

that makes us create a ceremony

whenever one of us crosses over

to the next portion of eternity.

Can we measure that force?

The force released by a death

and do we know what
form it may take?

We know what energy is
released by a birth,

by the start of a
life in this plane.

We celebrate it joyously
at every anniversary,

but what about its opposite?

The energy released in
this plane of existence

when a life comes to an end.

Doesn't some portion of it pass

for those who loved him?

Haven't you noticed that
the ones left behind

seems somehow stronger, even
in the midst of their grief.

Look at the dead boy's
mother, her occult powers

never manifested before
are almost irresistible.

Listen you well to my word,

one by land, two by sky.

Look to the heptagon
for it is there.

Seven times around
go the three of you

and may reward be just and true.

Now what about Johnny's death,

the accident that set in motion
this whole train of events?

Was it an accident?

Was his death the climax
of some unfathomable plan

rather than a
mindless happening?

His mother, remember
was the seventh daughter

of a seventh son.

Her powers were real
even if unknown to her

until Johnny's death.

Before you dismiss this
as an unfortunate accident

consider for a moment
the incredible chain

of coincidental conditions
that had to be met,

an address to send Johnny
to, chosen at random,

a woman at home alone
who opened her door

to a stranger at night,

a careful husband who left
his wife a loaded automatic

with the safety off.

Who's there?

It's me Darlene, Johnny,
you know Randy called.

Who do you want?

Ah come on, Darlene,
don't put me down.

Just open the door.

There's no one
here by that name,

this is the Wilson residence.

Is their named Darlene?

No, young man.

You've probably got
the wrong address

and besides that you're
liable to get hurt

walking up to a strange house

in the middle of the night.

Why I've got my
husband's pistol out

and I certainly don't
want to hurt anybody.

Oh dear God.

Death, sudden,
violent, this is the trauma

that will reinforce
the thrust of the mind,

turn loose the death force,

that strange parallel
to the life force.

Where will that
force go, do you know

and are you all together
sure you would want to know?

Let us consider
witchcraft for a moment.

Genuine witches are
difficult to identify.

They operate without a license,

they're not required
to register anywhere,

but witchcraft is booming
in America and England.

Thousands of people are dabbling
in black or white magic.

Surely then, witches
must reveal themselves

from time to time,
if only to keep

the faith of the coven
fresh and strong.

Witchcraft began, apparently,
with earliest mankind.

Once it was called
the old religion,

probably tribal fertility
rites forced underground

by religious persecution.

Experts in occult
matters claimed

to trace the origins
of black magic

to migrations from the
lost continent of Atlantis.

The last of which reached Egypt

where the powerful
secret diagrams

were recorded in the
Egyptian Book of the Dead.

The Egyptian Book of the Dead,

famous as the source of
most of today's rituals

in the occult.

In a matter of magic,
whether white or black,

the key ingredient is belief

and who can measure the
power of suggestion,

which is where belief begins.

Remember this suggestion
by Johnny's mother

was reinforced by
the boy's death.

If a victim is at all
susceptible to suggestion

and knows a curse
was put on him,

the knowledge
alone may be enough

to do him in, one
way or another.

Whatever is out
there in that hole

ain't human or animal.

It's the work of the devil.

What do you believe?

Because belief will make
itself the power of man's mind,

the power of his
belief is only now

beginning to be understood.

Be careful above all of
what you decide you want

the wise man said because
you will probably get it.

These men are making ready
to explore an unknown,

but they have already convinced
themselves of the nature

and quality of what
they will find there.

They are expecting
evil, anticipating enemy

rather than friend, danger
rather than promise.

I ask you what did you
expect them to find?

Because they did.

Man, I wouldn't go down
there for a million dollars.

If I gave you a million dollars,

I wouldn't want you
to go down that hole

on the end of a rope.

Well, if I went down there,

I wouldn't want you
on the top end either.

All right, you man hold on tight

to the end of that rope.

It's plenty deep and there
may be water down there, too.

All right, let's
get it over with.

Got that lantern ready?

Oh my God.

What was the exact
moment when Joe decided

to say goodbye to his wife

by dropping the
photograph from the wall?

Or was that something
Joe decided?

Was it a voluntary thought
powered by the extreme fear

that gripped him or involuntary,
the last lucid flash

before his sanity went?

Joe.

We remain baffled by
the power of rational thought,

by the hidden sources
of creativity,

by the marvels the human mind

can conceive and achieve.

We have attacked the brain with
scalpel, drugs, electricity,

but the suspicion grows that
its secrets are beyond us.

Is the mind more than the brain?

It is beginning to appear

that there is almost
nothing the mind cannot do

from controlling the subtle
nuances of our own bodies

to hurling unlikely
technical complexities

across the galaxy.

May it not then preside
over its own death

in some peculiar fashion,
we may never understand?

Some fashion we may
never want to understand.

Would understanding
bring greater fear?

But we must work
our way past fear

if mankind is to go on.

The next great step in
the evolution of man

is to learn about
his mind, his brain.

Not only where it came from,

we make educated
guesses about that,

but more important,
where can it possibly go?

Given the courage
to overcome fear,

what can we learn
about ourselves?

The girl on the bridge
is a classic ghost story,

classic because it is a
keystone of our culture,

the dear departed who
do not quite depart.

Why can't they let go?

Is it because we
can't let go of them?

Is our love the anchor that
holds some part of them near?

Miss.

Miss, are you all right?

Maybe it is something
even stronger than love,

more enduring, like obligation,

the belief that there is
something you must do.

And remember in
the enchanted room

in the unique
miracle of the mind,

what you believe to be true

either is true or your
mind will make it so.

So, Randy Powell went skydiving.

What was it that woman
named Camille said,

one by land and two my air,

didn't Frank say that
he found a heptagon

to be a seven sided figure

and didn't Dave die seven
days after Johnny's funeral

and Frank 14 days after?

What is the reality and
what is the illusion?

Our story doesn't tell us,

but I wonder if Randy
knows that it's a 21st day?

Listen you.

One by land, two by sky.

Look for the heptagon
for it is there.

Seven times around
go the three of you.

And may your reward
be just and true.