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THREE TALES OF TERROR

WHO WINS LOSES, WINS WHO LOSES

Adapted from the famous stories Nathaniel Hawthorne

The experience of Dr. Heidegger

Through the Ages the heavens were unleashed

to shake humans the spectacle of the unknown.

While contemplating humanity witness in the power of the elements,

some desperately sought in this infinite power

the secret of their birth

and the reason for their death.

All this while they roam the floor,

the earth swallow them up

remain there forever, to ridicule their existence.

My dear Carl,

only the vicissitudes of a long life,

vicissitudes that we shared almost as brothers,

were able to push me out such a night

to raise my glass

on your birthday.

Certainly if you had had more respect for your neighbor,

you could have born by warmer weather.

Maybe for my next birth

I choose a spring day

where everything takes life too.

Let us raise our glasses so our next two anniversaries

hoping to share eternity friendship that was ours.

Excellent, this port, really excellent.

Worthy of a man which has resulted in life

it brings satisfaction for 79 years.

Satisfaction?

O how lonely the years have been without you!

Only one other person could banish the loneliness of my life.

But it is fate that decides.

Yes?

Tell me, dear old friend

you make me a favor?

But of course!

If I were to disappear

before my 80 years

would you bury it with me?

A faded rose?

Meager results of many years, is not it?

Yet this is more pink for me that all the treasures of the world.

It's Sylvia who gave it to me

there are almost 40 years.

For evening wear my wedding.

Excuse me, I have a job to do.

Sylvia, the time has returned.

A new milestone was reached.

I drink to your infinite patience.

Waiting for my arrival.

Certainly, shortly I'll join you.

If you only knew how you were wrong

Thee never married due to a memory.

Dear Alex, perhaps I was able

to love only once.

And fate has ordered the death of Sylvia on the eve of our wedding...

The man he already had master its own destiny?

And why not?

Nothing has ever been able to prevent me from living exactly the life I wanted.

But it all depends of what we want from life.

You,

you've always needed to be surrounded laughter, gaiety, music.

The music is good for the soul.

Nothing makes a woman melt faster the sob of a violin.

What a mess!

Many more women than Sylvia 'd have liked.

Today your children around you.

Sylvia and I shared everything.

Her face filled my dreams.

His warmth gave me courage.

It is his recollection that allowed me to live.

I let another woman interfere in intruder?

But it is against nature live with a ghost.

It went very near!

It is because of you, talking about ghosts.

I'll make my apologies.

I promise not to bring down such flashes.

The rain stops.

It also you'll probably blame me.

Look!

This door was not opened 38 years.

Come, my friend. see what could be the damage.

Do you think we should enter?

Do you fear these bones dusty who have lost all meaning?

You are a doctor, you used to these things.

As a physician, I can tell you

you're not yourself away become bones and dust.

Light the candles, I pray thee.

Two coffins?

The fallen is that of Sylvia.

The other is mine.

You wanted to bring your memories into the grave.

Water dripping.

The storm has cracked the ceiling.

Please help me to put the coffin in place.

No, it's not possible!

Not after so many years.

She would have fallen into dust. That's all that remain.

Yes, I know.

But it is Sylvia we both know.

Always so beautiful.

Let's put the lid and get out of here.

I am a doctor, I must know which has preserved his body.

It's sacrilege.

In perfect condition.

The flesh is firm, no decomposition.

But why?

This is not the ambient air.

This vault is not under vacuum.

- I beg you will... - Alex!

Yes.

Look.

It is still wet, as if water had dripped on it.

But of course!

It rained a lot tonight, water will have infiltrated the hill overhanging.

No, that's not it.

To create such a path,

requires that the water has dripped on the coffin for many years.

For thirty-eight, maybe.

You mean since Sylvia is here?

That's it.

Inside the coffin is wet.

The water seeped through this hole will and will be kept wet.

You can not believe that this water Sylvia had kept simple...

I did not say it was quite simple.

Old age has finally reach you.

Let us go then rather finish our wine. Come on!

I thought my enthusiasm for research is long gone.

And here

shows me that this challenge

I am quite alive to stay curious.

That's impossible!

Absolutely not!

This liquid defies analysis.

It looks like water.

He has taste. But it is not,

not as we know it.

You can drink if you want. Me is that I need whiskey.

The mineral content is incredibly high.

Sulfur and practically no bacteria.

This liquid could be

a potent bactericidal?

And if so,

that may contain the soil above the vault to ensure this?

Is this some kind Fountain of Youth?

A liquid so pure

we know the structure in The most fundamental?

If you have found a body of such purity in our world of sin,

then really you're a genius.

I've seen so far once such purity.

That of Sylvia.

It is this purity for a man

forget any other woman for the remainder of his days.

Now that you know all you ignorant of this substance,

wilt thou well leave the room where the sacred is violated?

One moment, I still to have a final test.

What will you do?

We have seen that this liquid can preserve the illusion of life.

see again if he can cook.

- To come back to life? - Yes.

You have to joking.

This is an experiment.

Your age thee he left without curiosity?

You see?

She came back to life.

A scent as sweet as the day where Sylvia had made me a gift.

- Do you know what this means? - No.

And I'm not sure you want to do.

- It is the work of the devil. - From the Devil?

It is not he who would lead such happiness.

What are you talking about?

Imagine that drinking this liquid I found my youth.

You lose the spirit.

Do you not see? You could drink it too

and we would be given another life friendship.

This is not what I would call the work of the devil.

Do you think this is possible?

- I'll be the first to try. - No!

And if it turned out be a kind of poison?

You saw the second coffin in the vault.

My old friend, I count on you to make suitable arrangements.

I will pray for you.

A Sylvia!

Or else it gave us eternal youth

or just eternity.

Do you feel anything?

No.

It was perhaps an effect on objects such as flowers.

What has he?

I feel dizzy,

I feel feverish.

Look.

My face!

Tell me what you see.

I can not believe it! You could be your own son!

I can not wait for you to join me.

just drink the liquid!

Hurry!

- Hurry, my old friend. - Yes, I can not wait!

Do you remember the beauty of your youth?

Your height, your presence, my old friend gave you the beauty of a panther.

It is true, is not it?

You'll find it.

Wood, then!

When you came into a room, you seemed to walk on a cloud.

When you were twirling your coat,

I thought you were a splendor like no other.

really?

I begin to feel that way.

The fever?

Very well, you back through the years.

Dizzy...

This liquid and whiskey do not perhaps agree.

Nonsense!

You find yourself just your youth as you had left,

intoxicated with whiskey.

The liquid is working.

I find the youth.

Here I am young!

You did it! Show me your decision.

here.

It is steel.

This evening is filled with miracles!

And if the effect disappears?

If this liquid gave a transient youth?

We can still drink.

It flows into the vault for nearly 40 years.

He can continue forever.

What a wonderful youth!

It suffices to thirst to possess!

Both bluestem most altered the world!

And the two young guys

I can not wait to see the expression people of the city when they see us.

If only Sylvia could see us.

Sylvia? Yes, of course.

- Maybe we'll see Does she! - How?

What do you mean?

Why would it be excluded Sylvia this miracle?

But you can not give him that water. A dead woman can not drink.

Sure, but there are other ways.

I beseech you, not trying to bring back the dead!

You said it yourself:

the opportunity to relive our lives.

- If I could marry Sylvia... - Do you marry?

You could not do.

I have devoted a lifetime to Sylvia.

I am ready to him devote another.

How are you doing?

The die person seems to conspire to help us.

A few years

a French doctor named Pravaz

invented a unique instrument.

What does it do?

My patients seem not to like being bitten,

- But I felt it was very effective. - Wait.

I'm not sure you want to take part in this.

We were all three inseparable.

If Sylvia returned,

I'm sure she wants to see you there.

We need you to stay.

But perhaps you go too far.

People are destined to grow old and die, is it not true?

But Sylvia was never grow old.

Maybe so she can do.

He thought she saw his finger move.

No, I did not see anything.

Look, she tries to breathe!

Atonement!

Breathe!

She is breathing normally.

Sylvia is Carl.

Carl Heidegger. I'm here.

I wait.

Carl?

She has found life. She remembers my name.

Look, his eyes open.

She sees again the infinite mercy of the Lord be praised!

Everything is ready for marriage?

For the wedding?

Always so distracted!

Have you forgotten?

We're getting married tomorrow.

Your wedding there 38 years.

The last memory she has kept.

What do you mean?

There is 38 years old?

It's hard to explain.

What do you mean, this wedding there 38 years?

And that rag?

- Why am I dressed like that? - Stay calm!

Listen to me simply.

- If it's some horrible joke... - But no!

It just happened something strange.

You have no recollection of the disease made you suddenly hit

evening planned for our wedding?

It was there a few hours.

I felt weak and tired,

but now I'm fine.

You lost your life!

38 years now you're dead.

Dead?

38 years?

It is crazy!

You have lost their lives.

38 years now you're dead.

1859?

Tell me that's crazy.

No, Sylvia, is the truth.

I'm still the same!

And the years do you have not changed either, neither one nor the other.

Thanks to a miracle that we read tonight.

What are you talking about?

Come, sit down.

Tonight

we discovered a strange liquid dripping from the ceiling of your cellar.

Our tests showed he had the power to eternal youth.

As thee preserved we could bring you back to life.

Is this true?

As sure as heaven and earth, my love.

I can stay alive?

- Forever? - Yes, forever.

If you only knew how much I loved you all these years.

How I cherished your memory and have dreamed of nothing else but you.

- You never married? - Never has there been any other woman.

Marry us, as if nothing had happened.

Nothing can stop us!

My darling, I kept your wedding dress.

It is not possible!

I'll get it.

Can I offer you something?

Would you like some wine?

Is it good?

Like yesterday?

- That there yesterday to 38 years, of course. - I beg you, Sylvia.

During our last argument.

I beg you, Sylvia.

He will hear you.

Do not let him learn it. It would be heartbroken.

And mine, what do you do?

Your conscience is not bothered thee about it?

I loved you, you know.

Love me?

Take everything a woman has to give, then refuse to marry

is this love for you?

You knew from the beginning my feeling about marriage.

I loved you, but I wanted to keep my freedom.

You've given me. Pretend you think I would have seduced?

Do you believe that marrying for revenge 'd have made me happy?

I wanted to be your wife not just one woman among others.

If only you had loved enough.

Is that not proof enough of love than killing for you?

To have killed?

Do you know why you're sick so abruptly the day before your wedding?

I've been poisoned.

Do you think I wanted to see you in the arms of another man?

But you're stubborn to ridicule me Carl by marrying out of revenge.

You forced me to do what I should do.

Very well.

Maybe I've been wrong to be as proud, but

marry us now.

We have a second chance.

We can not make the same mistake.

How can I tell Carl?

He lived as a monk all these years clinging to your memory

as a sacred object.

I never destroys this illusion in his eyes.

I do not know if I should be able now.

All I know

is that I do not want a new life if I can not have you.

Tell him the truth.

You must.

I beg you.

I'll try.

Look!

As white and pure than the first day you try it.

Put it, darling.

Starts a new future for us tonight.

Do it, darling.

This could he not wait until tomorrow?

Wait, I did it!

No longer a single year nor a single moment will be lost.

Life is too precious.

Do it, my darling, put it.

I want to see you too lovely and radiant that you should be.

Then we will burn all this in the fireplace

with all other memories of the past.

You're my best friend

to you to give the arm to the bride tomorrow at our wedding.

It is so late, should we talk now?

Our marriage did not seem to rejoice.

What did you expect?

I am not yet done this.

Yes?

There is one thing that I must tell you.

Yes?

About Sylvia.

What would you tell me, my old friend?

One day you destroyed my life

and you're ready to do it again?

Thou hast heard?

Or are you trying to tell me

you did Sylvia almost a whore?

Do not do that!

Be reasonable.

Forgive me, I...

We were such good friends!

The effect of water does not last!

You're off!

Do not stop, dammit!

I need you!

You have removed Carl and Sylvia.

You left me nothing.

Nothing!

is the dream of humans of eternal youth:

an illusion that begins with the beginnings of his mind

and does not expire until now his eternal rest.

Perhaps is it just a dream

How live without

Rappaccini's daughter

Among the most beautiful, most wonderful creations of God

include all things that the earth is growing.

How is it strange that green grass and leaf,

the myriad of colors and aromas of flowers,

made to console the souls of humans,

can be deformed

point that evil come to stay in their essence,

and they drive more than death.

Rappaccini Madam,

I'm sorry if I scared.

I saw you in the garden the past three days,

I was lost, I had to know your name.

My landlady is fortunately full understanding.

My name is Giovanni Guasconti.

I salute you, Mr. Guasconti.

And now, excuse me.

Wait, I wanted to talk.

What would you say, Mr. Guasconti?

Well,

this is my first visit to Padua.

I study at university.

I am from Naples.

I read about Naples.

Is much larger than Padua

with a beautiful bay.

In the sun, it shines like a necklace

intended to adorn the neck of a pretty girl.

Can I get you to talk?

No!

I'm sorry.

I bring this package home without delay.

When we were chatting again?

Signore,

I've brought clean sheets.

Being my landlady does not give you the right to spy on me.

I felt responsible.

I have revealed his name.

So tell me why this fear to me.

I can not tell you what I know.

For 20 years they allow me living here

I've never seen a visitor

come home.

Why?

Explain it as you can.

A study, chapters three,

four

and five.

I wish you greater success this time. Go!

Teacher.

Ah, my young friend Giovanni!

you look like every day to your father.

A question about the course?

No, sir.

It's personal.

About a young woman.

One moment, I think being in love,

next, I think:

"How is that possible?"

I've never been near enough to hold her hand.

And you think an old professor Science can solve this problem?

you spent your whole life in Padua,

Maybe you know

Family Rappaccini.

Her name is Beatrice?

So you know her?

I've never seen,

no more than anyone

except you, apparently.

This is madness!

There is twenty years

his father, Giacomo Rappaccini,

science teacher right here.

Many people saw him destined to become

the greatest scientist of the century.

Suddenly he abandoned his career,

and everything.

He locked himself at home, and since has been seen by anyone.

And Beatrice? Surely...

Perhaps she has been the cause.

Nobody really knows.

People have only learned of Padua

once the child was born,

Rappaccini's wife abandoned him,

running away with another man.

He then left the university

and closed the door in the world.

Come, Padua abounds other young women!

Thank you, professor. You were very kind.

What has he, Father? Too much power for you?

The radiant heat of the acid beyond my own expectations.

But you know that I could destroy if I wanted.

But that would entail my death.

And you do not want we lose both,

is not it?

you do not see the funny side, father?

The sting will require three flowers.

I will get them.

We share the same life, my friend,

but you have more luck,

you do not need to think.

Lisabetta did well.

They are beautiful specimens.

Like your daughter, is not it, father?

A specimen of the most deadly thing never came into the world.

A day will come when you will thank me.

How long I'd die

without these bites?

I only worry for your life.

Whatever.

The only difference with death

is the house, larger than a grave.

Ten seconds.

Power is correct.

Let us bury this poor creature, father?

The inscription on his tombstone could be:

"Dead to let life Beatrice Rappaccini. "

You never understand how lucky you

to remain out of reach the sin of the world.

As he touched...

I do not want to hear his name!

No, of course.

Excluded it from your mind,

you as you have excluded the world.

The world?

Suddenly you mean the world to you?

A stupid boy on his balcony?

Is that what you see?

I see a human being able to laugh

and see in me a woman

and not death.

Hello!

How wonderful to open the day

by such a spectacle.

Do not chat too long

or you'll be late for your course.

Come on.

For a month We talked philosophy,

History, world events,

and all this from my window.

Do you know what I dreamed last night?

you invite me down.

I thought I was dead because I was in heaven.

This is not, though?

This must be paradise could go to university.

Giovanni, you'll be late, you know.

Very well, distant princess, I'm going.

Do not miss this until I see you again.

Oh, signore.

This key will serve me.

Do not! Nobody is allowed to enter!

I will not tell them you have opened the door.

I tell them falling from the sky as the angel of vengeance.

No, signore, it does not need.

Do not touch!

The poison is still adhere to the insect.

Poison?

I saw this butterfly die

burned.

What has he?

What happened?

Giovanni

You had no right entering the garden.

If you kept the kiss I've started this morning

I own the rights.

They are for you.

Thank you, Giovanni

but I can not.

Do you know that more I approach, and more beautiful you are?

Not one more step, please.

Never come nearer.

Never?

I beg you.

Lay these flowers on the bench.

And now, leave this garden.

My father does not want anyone...

But why not, my dear?

Have I ever stopped to receive guests?

Father.

You should introduce myself to your young friend.

I am your neighbor.

- Giovanni Guasconti. - Very happy.

I see that you are my garden attractive.

your garden has many attractions.

Giovanni, thanks.

Please, go away. "

Tomorrow is Easter. you can certainly accompany me to church.

No, I tried to tell you.

But of course you can go there with,

why would you do it?

What did I say to offend?

It is sometimes very difficult to understand the young women.

- Tomorrow, perhaps... - Yes, maybe.

Good day.

have you felt very superior, Father,

ridiculing us both?

I was very nice in the circumstances.

You see? I've even brought flowers.

Strange, these flowers which are not made to kill.

Well, take them, my dear.

There you brought them with her own hands.

He was held there.

Yours to keep.

It's pretty, it's exciting, is not it?

Giovanni, I must speak to you.

Descend, I pray you, I open the door.

I had to talk to you.

Talk in town for the festivities this holiday.

No, I can not go. I can not go anywhere.

you do you are not yet realized?

you are not in a prison, Beatrice. This door is open.

Oh, Giovanni, if only it were true!

That's why he must speak.

Forget me, forget me ever!

you made me fall for that? To tell me to forget you?

And why? I am unable to even if I wanted.

Both of us must forget, Giovanni.

- Beatrice, I... - Not a word more!

Hear me! you must do.

you saw the butterfly die when he touched the plant.

Yes.

you die if you touch me.

What nonsense is this?

- Why you and this plant... - It's what you need to understand.

Do you see me as ridiculous to believe...

It's true!

Let me touch your hand.

will I die?

Are you telling me that if I kiss you, I fall dead as this butterfly?

Yes. The poison is my life as well as the air is yours.

Thus I was born.

Since my father made me what I am.

your father?

He has both created, this plant and me.

He used the venom to change the composition of my blood.

- I refuse to accept such a... - How do you understand?

Wait.

A moment.

you see the lizard, Giovanni?

Look at him.

Look at this poor creature to die.

Do you still want me?

Keep me in your arms you seem still as attractive?

In the name of God, why your father does he do that?

So that I can never err, as did my mother.

Beyond the reach of the defilement of a man.

There, you know.

No!

You tried to kill you!

Take your own life!

I want to die!

Let me die, please!

My child, I only wanted remove from you the problems.

I never wanted to see you suffer.

Did you think I could ever need of love or the strength of a man?

But all these years together

can not be completed because of this boy.

you blame him?

Is your dementia as you do not see what you did?

But to take your own life because of him?

Do you think I will not try?

you will not always be there to stop me.

you had reason to wake up.

I've never seen anything like it.

The acid corroded all organs of the lizard.

What a monster that Rappaccini is he?

Science for him is she become this?

He tried to warn me, keep me away.

How can I help? Is it impossible?

Patience!

I can try many ways, but it will take time.

- Go home to rest. - No!

I beg you. you can not do anything here.

- If there is any hope... - I'll let you know immediately.

Very good, sir.

Whatever the time, it is imperative I see you tonight.

G. Rappaccini

Beatrice is unfortunately not here.

What happened was upset. I had to give him a sedative.

But it is perhaps both that we can maintain themselves.

When I realized the depth of your feelings,

I wanted you to receive an explanation.

An explanation, apology or sad for what you have done?

I know so little, you think I could undo what I did?

Do you think I would have brought

to offer the hand of my daughter

if I'm not your wedding?

If this is true...

Beatrice wants you to her, and only her happiness to me.

It is also the case for me.

Perfect. Can we raise our glass?

Are you sure Beatrice will be safe?

I do not know what had brought experiences,

but if they were to immunize poisons cons...

Do not worry about it.

The real success had been to immunize the human spirit

against the poison of evil,

rather than against chemical poisons.

The only two men count Never in the life of my daughter.

There was an hour, it seemed that the earth gave way beneath my feet.

She returned to her place.

Whatever knowledge you earn, remember this:

there is no force more powerful

nothing can drive harder or faster a man

the success or destruction

the love of a woman.

I feel...

I hardly slept...

What is this?

- What are you doing? - It's already done.

What?

you wanted Beatrice, is not it? you can now.

Do you understand?

As long as you live, nobody else can count

for you or her.

Evil and sin will be absent from your life.

What are you saying?

Go to her, Giovanni, touch it.

Take her in your arms, embrace it, make her your wife!

Yes, your wife. Nothing can harm you.

you have changed?

Make you own, both,

against all unclean things of this world.

Why do not you thank me? The happiness you he silenced?

you made me the same thing she did.

Is that what you wanted?

The sacred bonds of marriage, that no one can break?

you lost your mind, you're crazy!

you did not right!

you return.

Any other places you is closed, you will come back.

you can not go anywhere. you return.

This terrible thing that Rappaccini you made, you and his daughter...

It's so complex.

you say you can not help us?

I'm not sure.

I said the problem was complex.

Rappaccini has succeeded in transforming This poisonous plant of India

to produce its own sap a strange solution of hydrocyanic acid.

That's what my blood has become?

- I hope so. - What do you mean?

We know that touching this plant causes of death.

However, I managed to find an antidote

which cancels all effects the influence of this acid.

- Professor! - In theory.

But how would I know what you will do to you?

Establish the results on humans require years of testing.

Years? But every hour is worth a thousand years!

Beatrice and I do not have time.

Give it!

My conscience allow me give it to you?

it allows you to refuse me?

No, I beg you, put it there.

Whatever happens, we have a debt to you.

God bless you!

No need to keep you away from me.

What do you mean?

You still do not know what happened last night.

You see, I'm still alive.

Such was the response of your father.

Unable to transform you, I did.

No!

This is not what I wanted.

If I had known...

Now we Both locked

Both prisoners.

No, we can escape.

Professor Baglioni made this antidote

which should cancel the effect of poison.

If it really can set us free...

Requests, Beatrice.

No!

- Quick, give it to me! - No, wait.

The fool!

The poison was his life, like yours. This could only kill him.

You've murdered.

But you wanted it. I have given you. you could stay together.

That's what we do.

Beatrice, my child, I only wanted your happiness.

How could you give me something you do not?

you could not give me that hatred.

Wait for me.

I love you always, wherever I...

Where evil begins there,

ends where he

human eye can discern the subtle limit

between sane and insane

And if not, he is a judge so wise to gauge the reasons for a man

for the sins he commits

The House of Seven Gables

The House of Seven Gables was born

during a year of terror.

in 1691 that is hysteria captured the New England

and that the innocent were executed as witches.

Yes, a time of horror and blood,

who left this house an unforgettable impression

for over 150 years.

So you finally dared to return.

this is my wife Alice. My sister Hannah.

Are you sure we can intrude here?

Trespass?

This house belongs to me as to my sister. Is not it, Hannah?

Your 17-year absence I do challenge that right.

do you want to mount this on the floor?

My feet led me so far.

But I will not make one more step in this house.

- Why these words? - Nonsense, it makes no sense.

I would not be so sure, Gerald.

Do not you think the whole city aware returning a Pyncheon?

He'll have us went over ourselves.

you will take your old room?

If possible, it would be better in two.

Gerald is a light sleeper and do not disturb me.

Very well. you can have the room Buddy, next to mine.

If our presence cause you great embarrassment...

I can only say that my brother has committed a grave mistake in coming back.

Yes?

Can I ask why?

Looks like you do not know not really...

Whatever the reason for return Gerald is the one who decided.

He has already made other errors I had to accept.

What has he?

Suddenly, I'm cold.

There is no air flow.

It's a strange feeling of cold.

I'll feel probably better tomorrow morning

when I can glance in the garden

and see the grove and old wells.

How did you know the view from the window?

The garden is there good?

Yes, it is there.

I do not know how I knew.

Gerald did not say it to me.

Hannah, how can...

You're afraid of a blood-stained chair?

Or he knows too much about those our illustrious ancestors who died there?

Do not expect my death.

I have no intention to adorn this chair with my body.

He too did not.

You're an idiot.

No male in our family did he die otherwise?

Well, I'll be the first. Fear does not drive me.

I will not leave once drawn from this home what I want, not before.

Do you think you smarter than a ghost?

Are you protected from the death order defy a fate that has destroyed this family?

I will stay alive as much as it takes.

This is not yours to choose. Man Buried in this house will not wait.

Go back to your books demons and witchcraft.

These are your only companions.

Why not? The family legacy has not been lost to gambling by the dead.

You have lost everything, you think you can I take what's mine right?

To you?

You want many things to be true, dear sister.

You will never find the hiding place.

I searched the house from top to bottom,

as each Pyncheon 150 years.

The ghost will not let you find it.

The question is not whether where to find it, but how.

now see if a death can stop me.

- Where is Gerald there? - He said nothing.

But if you want it to stay alive, do it out of here.

He still alive?

do you see these blood stains?

This was his blood, flowing from his lips.

His gravestone bears the date

those of 17 March 1691

the night of his first day here.

A cursed fate pursues Pyncheon.

All men of the family died the same way.

And unless Gerald goes, also die blood on his lips.

We both live here

at least tell me who is coming tonight.

You will know when he arrived.

What are you hiding, Gerald?

You ran away from home this afternoon.

If that's the secret, I am entitled to know.

The are you to meddle my personal affairs?

What right to speak to Alice blood stains on the chair?

How long do you think you conceal the truth?

Your visitors will come maybe not.

The time is over which could order Pyncheon

and everyone should obey them.

Finally you join us.

Your empty room she holds you better company?

Someone arrives.

What say you? There's nobody outside.

His name is Jonathan Maule.

Jonathan Maule?

Is it you waiting for?

Yes. And if you have any objections, saving them to me.

Who told you that Jonathan Maule came here tonight?

Nobody told me.

It happened.

Jonathan Maule arrived.

She's right, it's there.

How could you know something about a man of that name?

Have you ever met?

No, never.

How could I know he was coming?

How?

you could not do,

unless something in this house you have not blown.

- Mr. Pyncheon? - Yes. you have my word?

My business kept me late.

I heard music outside.

Yes, my wife was playing.

Let's talk in the study, Mr. Maule.

Ms. Pyncheon,

this music, where did you learn?

I...

I'd never played.

Or even understood.

Mr. Maule?

I'm sorry.

Sorry to intrude as well. It was just a surprise.

We can talk now Mr. Maule.

Good evening, Miss Pyncheon.

I never thought you see here.

I never thought you invited me.

Take a seat, Mr Maule.

I do not pretend to ignore the longstanding disagreement

between our two families, sir.

But I always said a glass of good whiskey

is better than oil to calm troubled waters.

Wood and I to your health, sir.

This looks a little Pyncheon invite a Maule to chat.

Certainly you're right

unless they both stand to gain.

Only Pyncheons won there, our ancestors would have said.

We live in an enlightened age, Mr Maule.

A family feud started in 1690 can hardly concern us.

What would you Pyncheon?

I would like to exchange with you.

For generations, your family has some information.

you talk about the hiding this house?

Exactly.

your ancestor was the architect.

He would have known the location.

Your sister has tried it a decade ago to learn what I knew.

I thought so.

But I would like to propose else:

House of the Seven Gables, cons that information.

Pyncheon you offer me a tomb in ruins

built on land stolen from my ancestors?

The courts have dealt with this matter there is 150 years old, sir.

Courts subject to the whims of Pyncheon.

If I knew where this cache is located,

nothing on earth could make me you reveal it.

My family has suffered enough

the curse Maule has a cast on it.

Have you explained the man buried in your basement?

This curse is over. The past is past.

Is he?

According to this curse, Pyncheon have to drink the blood.

Are you so sure that the past is past?

Ms. Pyncheon?

Mr. Maule, please.

you seemed to understand something the song I played tonight

more than I understand myself.

This piece is very old.

I've never heard a child, played by my grandmother.

And yet I knew him.

I seem to know many things I should not,

and always when where a shiver through me,

as if I was possessed.

I knew your name without hearing.

I felt your presence at the door before you hit.

you ask for an explanation.

Mr. Maule, if any, Grace, I must know.

How to explain my own impressions?

Upon receiving word of your husband I did not come.

But something haunted me in mind and forced me to come.

I still swear at me

I saw you play this song.

It was indeed your face,

you wear the same dress, your hands on the keys as I have seen.

As if I had known dice your birth,

or even before.

Yes, I believe have felt the same.

But without us ever being seen before tonight.

We arrived there, Mr. Maule?

you know that the house undergoes a curse?

Hannah told me.

you she also said that who voted against the Pyncheon,

Matthew Maule, was buried beneath it?

Yesterday evening

my door was open, but there was nobody.

But someone or something entered,

I could feel their presence.

And after his departure,

I found this,

this medallion.

This portrait is yours.

No, I do not know,

I do not know what that means medallion.

I did not want come and meet you

but force me to stress to give it to you.

It gives us perhaps the answer.

This response, I do not know.

And I'm not sure to want to know.

I'll go from here

to forget the existence House of Seven Gables.

I want to talk.

We have nothing to say.

I just want to leave this house.

You will leave when I tell you.

I can not go, I feel out of mind.

Do not try to restrain myself, I beg you.

I leave tomorrow for the first time.

You're my wife. Do what I...

Nora.

Matthew, you came,

after those endless years of waiting.

You called me Matthew.

But still...

another was held here.

II...

he wore a leather apron of a blacksmith.

It is here that Matthew Maule had his forge,

beside the well, prior to construction House of Seven Gables.

What did he want from me?

Why he got sent down to the garden?

Maybe he knew that I would.

I felt I have known you before my birth, I tell you.

I think now that it was before.

It may be that what we feel goes back 150 years.

The medallion should he tell us?

That's what I think.

Alice, your grandmother was her name Holbrook, Deborah Holbrook?

How do you know?

I searched old papers since you gave me the medallion.

The young woman who sees Nora is Holbrook.

Matthew called me as well.

Nora was married Matthew Holbrook before he was hanged.

He was sentenced as a witch by Colonel Jeffrey Pyncheon,

because it coveted the land, one we find ourselves.

But then, why the grave of Matthew it is she?

To build this house,

Pyncheon had to resort to the only city?architect, brother of Matthew.

It was superstitious in those days.

Pyncheon defied the curse of Matthew,

although his brother had wanted see it happen.

And it came true.

This piece you played.

Yes?

Nora Holbrook had written to Matthew.

Do not you understand?

Matthew was hanged before he and Nora could realize their love.

But this love has not faded with Matthew.

He wants to see him live again through us.

Jonathan

this love we are not allowed.

So why have we been so attracted to one another

if we're supposed to love us?

you going to do something you regret?

- Just get out of my way. - I saw from my window.

So you know why I'm gonna kill Maule.

Kill your only chance to find the cache?

Your blindness keeps you there to see the key is them?

Them? You're crazy.

I want my share of money.

I will not let you ruin everything.

Should I leave I take my wife?

Pride can not eat.

Once the cache is found, you can do what you want.

But not now.

I am still the wife of Gerald.

Go now, please.

We do see each other again.

Either.

I just want to express my own love,

not that of Matthew.

YOU SHOULD NOT FROM

Why are you down here?

I can tell you.

Why not?

Jonathan Maule thee has he sent?

No.

Do not lie. He told you where the cache is located.

But this is wrong!

will I have to force you to tell me the truth?

What is it?

Are you ready to open to Jonathan doors that thou hast kept closed?

Who can be in the house?

What's this?

The spectrum of Matthew Maule?

Why?

Jonathan has he brought out of his grave to come between you and me?

Is that what he wants?

I told you to leave.

You have brought back Matthew Maule and nobody else.

If it's me you want, Maule, Well, here I am.

I wait. Destroy me if you can.

If you do not I have what I want, and you lost.

fetches water.

It's blood.

Water!

What did you expect?

This is the well water of Maule.

It was used to prepare the plaster walls.

from Matthew Maule did you expect anything other than blood?

But I'm still here.

And blood has not yet touched my lips.

If revenge Maule is limited to this,

he can not help but to find the cache.

It moves.

Can I watch, if it does not bother you?

I'll be sure to share what you find.

If the old title Maine land there,

it will be worth millions.

Much more than we need both.

His arm,

he has none.

Matthew Maule was a blacksmith,

he had both his arms.

Jonathan is sent by Alice.

The secret of the hiding must be in this tomb.

The portrait of the study.

And this arrow,

it could serve as a lever was hidden there.

You were right. Jonathan Maule and my wife were the key to the case.

They wanted this title for them.

Did you get satisfaction now?

A Pyncheon survived the Maule.

Are you sure that thou wilt be?

This establishes.

Or have you any idea ambitious in what concerns you?

The power of the curse was never Women referred to our family.

I will satisfy to share with you this new fortune

until the end of your days.

You seem very sure of yourself, dear sister.

It was you who told me that witches and demons are my natural companions.

What have I to fear?

Should we not mount jointly celebrate this victory?

Why not? Tonight is for celebration.

But I intend to do it alone.

You killed her!

Your own sister, great God!

Where would you run well, find the police?

Want to see me hanged as a murderer, to find Jonathan, right?

He told me not to return this house inhabited evil.

He told me what was here. Let me go!

Of course, dear wife. I'll let you join Jonathan.

On reflection,

if we did another market and I'll book another Maule?

The last of Pyncheon died. The curse has ended.

So what occurred late House of Seven Gables,

decomposed, destroyed by greed and hatred

who had eaten down to its foundations.

was time for Matthew Maule

finally find peace.