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- Move! Get help!

- Who's that?

Who are you?

What do you want?

- Wylie?

- Hey, listen,

how did you get in here anyway?

- Come with me.

- Wylie?

What's all this then?

- What's all this then?

Shall I pack a bag?

- Just put your pants on.

- Why? Is it raining?

- Wylie, who is she?

- I haven't the foggiest.

- Do you mean you don't even know her?

- Do I even know you?

- No.

- No.

- Then why are you doing like she says?

- It's the way she says it.

- Wylie?

Are you coming back?

- I'll ask her.

- No.

- It's no.

Goodbye, poor dear.

. You!

- Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

No cat fights.

You know how I feel.

- Oh, wylie!

Wyhq!

- What?

- I said, "after sex, all creatures are sad."

Should I ask where we're going?

- I don't like talkative men.

- What do your lovers call you?

- My name is kassia Lancaster.

- Kassia Lancaster.

Sounds like a cell door slamming shut.

- I don't like alleys.

Look, I've got this hangup.

- Take your clothes off.

Your boots too.

- Oddly enough, I prefer to leave them on.

Ha.

All in my exact size too.

- I have that kind of eye.

I bet you've had it on me for some time, kassia Lancaster.

Huh?

I never wear anything that doesn't show.

Wild, isn't it?

In good mirrors you can still see

that I was once disastrously beautiful.

- Drop your pants.

You can put this around you.

I'll show you the shower.

- Alone?

- Sit down.

- Are we alone?

- Incurably.

- Hey!

- I thought you like the unexpected.

- I do, provided it lived up to my expectations.

What the?

- Keep them closed.

- I get it.

People are peeping at us

through little holes in the wall, right?

Ick!

Kassia?

- Don't talk.

You'll break a lip.

- You know what?

People are not peeping at us after all.

What there is, is a hidden camera.

We're filming a TV commercial.

- I'm beginning to see how you might very well

have been the prince of someone so "once upon a time."

- Now where did you pick up a foolsome phrase like that?

- Your aunt uses it all the time.

Once a week she sits in this very chair.

I'm her girl, you see.

And the thing she talks about

more than anything in the world is you, wylie.

The prince of her soul.

She wants you back.

- You mean you're doing all this for my aunt?

- I thought when she sees you

it might be nice you looked a teeny bit like

the prince she so fondly remembers.

- Then this whole bizarre scene,

there's nothing erotic about it?

- I wouldn't say that.

- The main point of it is serious.

- Deadly.

- And I thought I had fallen into something

all fruitcake and fetishes.

- Your aunt is dying, wylie.

She damn near died today, in fact.

Right in this room.

That's why I had to come for you tonight.

We don't have much time.

- Is it her heart?

- Emphysema.

- That's a respiratory disease, isn't it?

- Mhmm.

Two-thirds of her lung tissue is gone.

- God.

- She has to spend her days in a wheelchair

and her nights in an oxygen tent.

- That's enough right there

to kill a person like aunt Danny.

- No, it isn't.

Do you know what she plans

to do with her money when she dies?

' Charity?

- Unless you go back to her

to stay.

- In which case?

- She'll leave her entire fortune to you.

She really ought to when you come right down to it.

I mean, your father should've left it to you

in the first place, shouldn't he?

- Why?

I wasn't his mistress.

- She wants you to have that money, wylie.

- Did she tell you all this when she hired you to find me?

- Finding you was my idea.

The whole caper is my idea.

- How did you find me, kassia?

- I have friends in low places.

- I thought maybe you asked Luke, my kid brother.

- You have a brother?

- She never mentions Luke?

- Never.

- What do you expect to get out of all this?

- I expect half?

- Of my rightful inheritance?

- It's only fair.

- Fair?

Granted you spent some time with us,

maybe a little bread.

But once I go home, your work is done.

I'm the one that has to live with her

for as long as she lives.

- It won't be for long.

- Who can say how long "long" is?

- You can.

Once the new will is signed and sealed,

death can come in a matter of days,

hours,

minutes.

You say when.

I'll do it.

It's only fair.

- But is murder necessary?

I mean, we have emphysema going for us.

- Nowadays you can't depend on natural causes.

- Kassia, you realize i have to go to the police.

- And tell them what?

- That you intend to murder a rich old lady in a wheelchair.

- In an oxygen tent.

- Come here, kassia.

- Or your could wait till I killed her.

Then go to the police.

That way you wouldn't have to share

your good fortune with me.

What is it?

- Didn't you hear it?

- What?

- A cat.

- Bellemonde doesn't keep a cat.

- It crept in from the alley then.

I heard that noise in the shower.

- It must've been the brush dryer sputtering.

- It was a cat.

Listen.

It's called ailurophobia.

- The fear of cats.

- Ailurophobia.

I was lying in my crib

on my back.

Just like this.

Only very small

and alone.

And I heard that noise.

In the throat.

The death rattle.

I knew it was the cat.

I knew the cat was in the room.

It isn't allowed up here in the play room.

Nanny's busy in the nursery

with the new brother.

The others are all downstairs.

Momma's room.

My daddy,

aunt Danny,

the doctor.

All down there in that room.

Momma's dying.

One crept up here.

There was nobody stop it.

He came in the play room

to get me.

I heard that noise.

Jump into my crib.

He crept up my le9-

my stomach.

My chest.

Mouth is open.

No.

Going to suck the breath out of me.

Putting its mouth over my mouth.

Isn't a bit early in the morning

to go calling on the doomed?

- I have to be back at bellemonde's by noon.

- You can't go back there.

How're you going to explain the c-a-t in the rotisserie?

- It got away.

I cleaned everything else up while you were dressing.

- Well, if you'd like my opinion, and you'd better,

what we should do is go straight to your bed

and spend the rest of the day in it.

- The sooner she sees you the sooner she makes the new will.

That is what this is all about, isn't it?

Besides,

I only like to make love at night.

- Like a vampire.

What time do you get home from work?

- Seven o'clock, why?

- Give me a key.

I wanna be there to greet you properly.

- 21 greenwich street, top floor.

I'll leave the door unlocked.

- I'm the king of octavia

and I hereby decree,

all slaves are abolished!

- 'Lay!

- Wylie?

Luke?

Your father's leaving.

Come here, boy.

Where in the world have you been?

- What a very naughty boy, running away from me.

What ever in the world would make you do a thing like that?

- You don't happen to have any spare cash lying around,

do you Luke?

- Come in, wylie.

That is if it's really you.

- Why so surprised to see me?

Have I always turned to you in my hours of need?

- Never in person.

- By the way, you never showed the aunt

any of my letters, did you?

- Of course not.

Why?

- They told her where to find me

or send for me.

- Has she sent for you?

- You always put too much butter on things.

- Don't tell me you've finally come back to help me

after all these years.

- Help you to what, Luke?

- Break free

of aunt Danny.

- Could you break free?

After all these years?

- I don't know.

She still has that mystic.

We used to call it her occult power, remember?

- I still get a lovely little pain in the pit of my belly

just thinking about it, do you?

- No.

- I forgot,

slaves aren't allowed to get lovely pains, are they?

- I'm not her slave.

- Then what's keeping you here?

- What do you mean what's keeping me here?

This is where I live, wylie.

This is my home.

Besides,

she needs me.

- Are you waiting for her to die

and leave you all that money?

Now that would be ballsy.

That I'd admire.

- She's got better things to do with her money

than leave it to me.

- Then why in hell don't you leave her?

- Where would I go?

- What do you mean, where would you go?

Where does anybody go?

Out there, man.

There's a whole world all hanging out.

That's where you go, you dumb son-of-a...

- Is that what you've come back for?

Her money?

- Is she up and about?

- No.

- Why don't I run up there and burst screaming into her room

just like I used to?

- All right.

Wylie?

She's taken over the study to avoid the stairs.

- Luke.

The cash?

- Wylie?

Luke!

- Wylie?

- Where did you get this piece of nostalgia?

- She lost it in the shop.

During our attack, I guess.

I was just using it as an excuse to call the house.

- To see if I was still alive?

- What're you talking about?

- Cats, kassia.

A big house full of cats.

You sent me in there knowing--

- I didn't know about the damn cats!

- She mentions the prince of her soul,

the terms of her will,

but never a word about keeping damn near a hundred cats?

- Would I have let you walk into that house

if I'd known it was full of cats?

After all the work I've put into this,

do you think I'd blow it now?

I'd bet she'd get rid of those cats if given half a chance.

- Cats can not begot rid of.

- I thought that was an old wives' tale.

That's the one about the

cat sucking the breath out of the baby's mouth.

- It's not a good idea to take cats lightly, kassia.

- That depends on whether you are a man or a mouse.

Doesn't it?

- Sorry, love.

You've done the best you can do,

if not what you do best.

And the answer is still no.

I'll never step foot in that house again.

No matter how much I want that money.

Not that I actually want it, you understand.

Something obscene about wanting money.

But I do love to spend it.

- Wylie.

- That answer's still no.

- If the morning's sunny,

she'll be sitting in a little park across the way.

- She mention this as well?

- If you were their waiting.

- You know, I'm beginning to think this whole conspiracy

is really between you and aunt Danny.

- Let's pray for a sunny morning.

- What are you doing in here, Luke?

- The rain ruined the curtains.

I thought I'd get rid of them before they became infested.

You ready to go to the park?

- I don't wanna leave the house today.

- Dr. mills always blames me when you don't get some sun.

- It's sunny here.

We used to sit here, wylie and I.

Cool his feet in the water.

It was crystal then.

I can't imagine anyone blaming you for anything.

- It's the fresh air that you need,

enough more than the sun.

- Why did he come back, only to vanish again?

Why?

What would make him do a think like that?

Please, Luke,

this moment is not for sharing.

- Seriously?

You actually thought you were dreaming?

- I often dream of you, wylie.

- As a grown man?

- You've grown beautifully.

- Ah,

lakes luscious care of meself.

- It shows.

Are you prosperous?

- Even if I were,

I wouldn't dream of paying back the money I stole from you.

- You didn't steal it.

- How did you know that?

- Where have you been, wylie, all these years?

. Oh,

in warm places.

- They say death is easier in a warm client.

- So is life.

- Wylie?

Have you come home?

- Those cats.

Those damn cats.

' My cats?

- You don't have orgies with them, do you?

- Wylie!

- Ha, ha! I see.

They're your link with the devil.

You all get together and perform

unimaginable acts of darkness.

- Oh you can say the most chilling things

and still manage to warm my heart.

- All right, then.

Why do you keep them?

- Why?

Because I like then I would think.

- You can like them without letting them overrun the place,

can't you?

- Oh, I never intended that.

Suddenly, there they were.

They just come, you see.

I'm never sure from where.

- And you let them just stay?

- You ran away.

Luke couldn't take your place.

As he expected to.

I had to find other heirs.

- You mean you're gonna leave all your money to those cats?

Anyway, that's why I split yesterday.

Why I won't come back.

- You knew about this?

- What?

- His fear.

And you let him walk into that room.

You didn't think to warn him.

- I guess I thought he must've outgrown it.

I'm sorry.

- You didn't think to warn him?

- I said I'm sorry.

I really cam, wylie, you know that.

- I forgive you.

Well then,

I'll get rid of them at once.

- How?

- Luke will pack them into the car.

Turn them loose somewhere.

Somewhere far away.

- All right.

Go get rid of the cats and I'll come home

at once.

- You won't vanish again?

- I'll wait right here.

- No, out at the edge.

You'll see him drive away.

You'll know it's safe to cone home.

- We can go in now.

' We?

- I'll stay upstairs somewhere.

She never goes upstairs.

- You intend to stay.

- Just until she makes the new will

and I've seen it with my own eyes.

- You don't trust me.

Or are you afraid I won't go through with this?

- I'm not afraid of anything wylie.

- Mr. Goldfield?

Thank you for calling right back.

I'm going to make a new will.

Didn't you hear?

I'm disinheriting my cats.

I'm leaving everything to wylie.

I want you here within the hour.

Impossible is a word I do not intend you to use, Henry.

But I want it done today, Henry.

I've waited years for

today.

I don't want your Mr. bendetto.

I don't want a junior partner.

I want you.

Oh, all right, all right.

But within the hour.

- Psst, this way, quick!

Wait here.

She's left door open.

Can't leave the staircase without passing.

Too risky.

When junior member of law firm arrives.

Yes, love, she's called her lawyer

and within the hour she will be dictating

a brand new will.

Where'd you get a hold of that?

- Someone left it in the park.

You heard her make the call?

- A young man?

- Wylie, listen.

Go up and stay with her.

Be there when the lawyer--

- that was my brother.

That was Luke.

- Wylie,

I want you there when she dictates that will.

Stop it.

Wyhq!

- Mhmm?

' “We. Stop 'm.!

- But I always used to leap out of dark places at you.

You used to scream with glee.

Of course, if you no longer enjoy black fun.

- I'm just out of practice, that's all.

Wylie,

wasn't there just a little glee in my scream?

- It was the most gleeless scream I've ever heard.

- I'm Mr. bendetto.

The lady of the house is expecting me.

- To wake her up out of a sound sleep?

- My immediate superior, Mr. Goldfield,

had gave me to understand--

- is that Mr. vendetta?

- Bendetto!

Mr. bendetto.

- Bendetto.

- Ben detto.

- Well then come in, Mr. bendetto.

- Do you want her to catch you?

- We'll only be another minute or so.

- I'd just as soon be out cruising the supermarkets.

. Stby-

we may need your signature.

- His wouldn't be legal.

He's the soul beneficiary.

At any rate, this will all have to be

translated into the proper language and form

and signed in the presence of at least two witnesses

according to methods prescribed by California law.

If you'll let us know when to expect you.

- I never travel into town.

- Except to see bellemonde.

- You'll return with it this afternoon.

- It'll have to be first thing in the morning,

at the very earliest.

- And bring your own witnesses.

- Did I hear you mention bellemonde?

- It means beautiful world.

I better see what's-his-name to the door.

Some questions.

- Well?

- If my aunt should die soon after the will is in effect.

- You would be very rich.

- Don't complete my sentences for me.

- Sorry.

- Would I be able to do whatever I'd like with the money?

- Whatsoever.

- What would happen if I dropped dead

before I had a chance to blow it all?

- Well,

if you haven't had the foresight or the decency

to make a will of your own,

it would go to your next of kin, naturally.

- In other words,

there's nothing in the new will that says

she can reach out from the grave

and turn that money back to those cats.

- Oh no, no.

The cats are out of it for good.

- Are they?

- Unless, of course, something happens to your aunt

during the night.

- What does that mean?

- Well, I only meant

that until the new instrument is signed

by testator and two witnesses,

the old one remains in effect,

according to California law.

- No more questions.

Luke!

This is our miss Lancaster.

She's come to murder aunt Danny.

- Shall I set a place for her at the dinner table?

- This being the case,

I'd rather she didn't know we have a house guest.

- He doesn't intend to keep you down here, does he?

- How about the playroom?

The aunt never goes upstairs, right?

Go air it out, would you, Luke?

- Are you mad?

- He knew I was putting him on.

- I'm warning you, wylie,

I'm not going to let this thing be mucked up

by your sick sense of humor.

- It's a warm soak you need.

Shall I run a tub for us?

- Get the hell upstairs and keep your aunt amused.

That's what you're here for.

- I'll take her up to the conservatory.

So you can sneak up to the playroom.

Run your own tub.

Cw!

Luke!

Luke!

Luke!

- No telling how many of these attacks

you'll be able to survive.

Not many in any case.

As I said to you the other day,

two-thirds of her lung tissue's gone.

Two-thirds, mind you.

Give or take a few.

Getting rid of those air polluted cats was a wisdom.

You see, their little air spaces get dilated or ruptured.

The lungs, I mean,

not the cats.

- I'll see you to the door, doctor.

- She should sleep for a few hours.

If she doesn't,

give her a couple of those blue pills.

No more than two, mind you.

You've got my home number.

If there's any trouble, give me a call.

Bye, Luke.

" Bye, doctor.

- Where's my brother?

- Is she going to be all right?

- She's going to be all right.

She wants wylie.

- He's soaking.

- I learned how to do that

in venice, Italy.

My record time is 2.6 minutes.

I used to visit this luscious countessa

whose hangup was loaning me huge amounts of money.

I warned you about her, didn't I?

Anyway-

her husband had this obscene habit

of suddenly pounding on her chamber door,

forcing me to lower myself into the canal

just below her window.

God, no wonder venice is sinking.

- Aunt Danny wants you to go and sit at her bedside.

- I can't, I'm wet.

What's her condition?

- Two-thirds of her lung tissue is gone.

Don't worry.

She'll never be so unthinking as to die in your presence.

- Or before she signs the new will.

She's made me soul heir, Luke.

You know what that means to you?

- The mind boggles.

- Dry my back, will you?

What would you say to getting half of my inheritance?

- I'd say thank you.

- Brisker, please.

- I'd say, thank you.

- 1 meant my back, hunky.

Speaking of money,

I think I better get miss Lancaster out of the house

for the rest of the day.

We don't want the aunt to see her, do we?

The only problem is--

- I don't have a cent, wylie.

- Oh.

But you still got the key to her strong box, don't you?

Luke?

I never thanked you for stealing all that money for me.

- I wasn't expecting your thanks.

- I was supposed to send for you, wasn't I?

As soon as I had conquered the world?

It's unconquerable, you know?

I'm borrowing against my inheritance.

- Are you going out?

- It's been ages since I could afford

to blow a classy broad's mind.

- Oh, must you go out your first Clay home?

- You should be in bed, child.

You look awful.

- I thought I was rather desirable.

Please, wylie, stay awhile.

Just a little while.

- What for?

- I'm afraid to go to sleep.

My dreams are so cold.

- Why don't you have Luke sit with you.

He's got nothing better to do.

- Oh, what makes you think he doesn't have a classy broad,

same as everybody else?

- Luke's got a girl?

What's she like?

- Calls her moon goddess

while they're...

- You mean, while they're making it?

How do you know that?

- I eavesdrop.

- You don't.

- He sneaks her into the house after he thinks I'm asleep.

They hold their silly rituals in the conservatory.

In the moonlight.

- You peep too.

- I have a right to know who's in my house and why.

- You are a dirty old man.

You have a very hot hand,

for an aunt.

- Wylie, how dare you.

- How dare I what, my love?

- You seem to forget that--

- I forget nothing.

You know, you won't believe this,

but I still remember my mother.

Even my nanny

who used to love telling me how poor momma died

of a broken heart.

See you first think in the morning, love.

- Oh, get out and leave me alone.

- Will you call if you need me?

- Need you?

Do you still think I could ever in a million years need you?

- You might.

- I hate you, Luke.

- I know.

Shall I help you get ready for bed?

- Get out.

- I hope they do kill you.

- What're you talking about?

- Your lungs, of course.

What did you think I was talking about?

- Hey-

you're smiling on the gut level.

- I decided to relax and let it happen,

if it wants to.

- And it will.

Let what happen?

- I seem to be falling in love with you.

- I think French filmmakers have gone

from merry and back to worse.

- Isn't it about time you stop talking about dying

and started doing something about it?

- I told my mother that i was a latent homosexual.

She said, "better latent than never."

- It's really pretty, isn't it?

- Have a cigarette?

- Funny you should ask.

Just happened to run into a new friend of mine

from Tijuana.

- Not my brand.

Is there a head on this ship?

- Man, is she putting me on?

- She means the latrine.

Over there, honey.

- Thanks.

- Why, it's poor dear.

Land like that.

- You look like a seven Clay astonishment.

Are you alone?

- Incurably.

- Did that brazen body snatcher

turn out to be anything much?

- Just another beautiful girl with all the wrong values.

- I'll take you back, wylie.

If you've no place to go now.

- A year of group therapy would cure you

of this need to be a human being.

- I love you, wylie.

- I know.

It's swell of you.

- You'll come back?

- Well, the fact is, she hasn't finished with me just yet.

- You needn't pretend with me, wylie.

- See for yourself.

She'll be back any minute.

- You brought her here?

Just to make me suffer!

Has anybody got a tissue?

- There's some in the stalls.

- Ah, you!

- Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Come on, you two!

Where are you going?

- You left your jacket in the car.

- Who needs it?

- The cigarettes are in it.

- I'm high enough already.

- I'm not.

I want to go to the moon.

- Baby, you just passed it.

- Wylie.

Let's go in there.

- Why?

- Why not?

- Groovy.

- You go on ahead.

I'll just go say goodnight to your jacket.

- How did you?

- Wylie.

Wylie.

' Hmm?

- Tomorrow,

when she signs the new will.

- When who signs the new will?

- Our rich old lady in a wheelchair.

- Has anybody ever thought about murdering a rich old lady

in a reflection pool?

- No.

- Seems a much nicer way

to cut off your victims oxygen supply.

More humane too.

We ought to give it some serious consideration.

- Do you know why so many brilliant capers fail, wylie?

Because some idiot tries to improve on the original scheme.

- Get dressed!

We're going to sausalito for breakfast.

- You wouldn't want me to catch anemonin and die,

would you?

I hadn't signed the new will yet, remember?

- I meant after you've signed it.

- Is this what you're searching for?

- No.

I meant for you to have it back.

- You did?

- Your girl from bellemonde's gave it to me.

- I had no idea you knew each other.

- She never told you?

- Wouldn't that have endangered her scheme?

- Is there a scheme?

- Isn't there?

- I've already told you more than I know.

- I believe I am to be murdered

in my wheelchair.

- In your oxygen tent.

- That must be the man come to install the new will.

- Stay here!

Luke will answer the door.

- You may use that tone of voice with me anytime you wish.

But don't ever take it seriously.

It spoils my fun.

Dig?

- It's Mr. bendetto and the witnesses.

- Put them in the living room.

Wylie?

- Yes, love?

- You're playing at all this, aren't you?

- Good morning.

This is miss mongeham and Mr. Willoughby from our office.

- Here we go, Danny girl!

- Wylie!

- What's the matter?

- I thought I saw something.

The window.

- Which window?

- My room.

It looked like a woman.

Is she still there?

- No.

She moved away just as I saw her.

- Did she seem to fairly float away?

- It was not a ghost.

There, again.

- In other words, I better go and see?

- Oh, it was probably Luke.

To the park, sweet prince.

- I'd better go and see.

Get away from there.

- I want to see if she signed the new will.

- She could see you, you stupid.

- Oh god!

- Where?

Where is he?

- You are not to get out of this bed, Danielle.

Not for the world.

The boy's going to be just fine.

- He didn't run away.

- With those bruised ribs and abrasions?

- No, no.

I mean, wylie.

Where is he?

- The young lady and I brought him in

and put him right to bed.

Now you've simply got to lie quiet, Danielle.

- He tried to save me.

- Quiet.

- I saw the courage it took.

Courage.

- I'm sure of it.

- No.

Wake him up.

- Now, Danielle.

- Listen to me.

- No, you listen to me.

I've given you a very powerful sedative.

- No.

- And I order you to stop fighting it, dear.

- I need him.

- Let the dreams come.

- They're going to murder me.

- No one's ever been murdered by a dream, Danielle.

Now close your eyes.

- Please, don't. Don't go.

I don't

wanna dream.

- What're you doing out of bed?

- Shouldn't someone sit with her?

- Didn't you take those pills I gave you?

- Yes I did.

- Then you get right back to bed

before you fall down in a heap.

- You going to look in on my brother before you go?

- Your brother, is he?

- Yes, wylie.

- Oh, he's all right.

I gave him a muscular relaxant.

You see, in a cataleptic state,

the muscles become rigid and you want them relaxed,

so that consciousness and feeling can return

and with them, the blessing of natural sleep.

Of course, this isn't a genuine catalepsy.

- It isn't?

- No, not at all.

A case of plain fright.

Plain, paralyzing fright.

As I remarked to the young lady,

who is she by the way?

- A friend of the family.

- In all my experience,

I've known one other classic example of plain fright

but brought on by claustrophobia.

A strapping young woman it was,

accidentally locked in a broom closet.

For a mere half hour, mind you.

Even so, when they got here out,

she was stiff, staring,

alive,

but more dead then.

I tell you, I shot every stimulant known to science

into that girl.

All for nothing.

She died.

Literally died of fright.

Now then, Luke, off you go to bed.

- Where you off to?

- To your aunt's room.

- To turn off the oxygen?

- To see the will.

- She signed it.

- I'll just go and have a look for myself.

- No, all right.

I'll go and get the damned thing for you.

- I'm coming with you.

- Wait in the playroom!

- I'm coming with you.

- Stay in the playroom!

- Where is it?

- I didn't go in.

I thought I heard a cat.

- In her room?

- Maybe.

- You're lying.

- What if I'm not?

What if they have come back?

They could be up there now,

surrounding the house.

Seeping into it.

- Give me that key, wylie.

- Those cats will never let you kill her, kassia.

- Will you stop that?!

- Why, is it getting to you?

- For god's sake,

I wouldn't mind if I thought you believed

all this superstitious crap!

- I do.

We all do, a little.

It's the price we pay

for belonging to a race that wasn't always human.

- Is he dead?

- No.

He'll die in the cellar with the cats crawling all over him.

I want him to die in that dirty little room.

I made you have sex with him.

- Maybe we should wait.

Just a few days.

Just until she's buried.

- Are you crazy?

Once he comes out of that cataleptic state--

- but the two of them dying at almost the same time.

You'll be the only heir.

- That's exactly why it's gonna work.

They'll never suspect me of having the guts

to pull off a stunt like that.

- The police don't know you.

- Why should anyone phone the police?

Aunt Danny's lungs finally gave out.

Wylie literally died of fright.

Doctor mills will understand.

- The cat wouldn't let me kill her.

- What do you mean?

- They do come back.

Just like he kept saying.

- I brought those cats back.

You know that.

- No.

It was the cat that was at bellemonde's.

- All right.

I'll do it.

Kassia?

Kassia!

The bowls in the sink. Get it.

The meat!

So you can get them down in the cellar.

- No, Luke.

Don't.

- He carried me in here.

For safe keeping, he called it.

He was having such great black fun, Luke.

With all of us.

Let it lie.

Phone Dr. mills.

He'll see that her death was an accident.

Well, what're you waiting for?

Phone Dr. mills.

- Not the police?

- Why should anyone call the police?

- Don't come in wylie.

The cats are everywhere.

- I know.

Everywhere.

- Wylie?

Wylie?

- I never intended to stay, aunt Danny.

I'm sorry you have to.

Both of you.

I really am, Luke.

You know that.