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( whistling )

( windchimes tinkle )

Man: What the hell were
you thinking taking her that way?!

- The park is the other way!
- Girl: Annie wanted...

Man: What... what does Annie want?
I mean, Annie can't talk,

- she can't think, she can't...
- Girl: She can think.

If you ever
looked at her you'd know.

Woman: Please. She's all right.
That's the main thing.

- Can't you just stop it?
- Man: Oh, you know this?

You know she's all right.
What if the damn dog was rabid?

Girl: It wasn't.
Mrs. Stanton told me.

Man: What? And you believe her?
Just like that?

( Theme from ''A Summer Place'' )
That woman's an idiot,

a careless idiot.
Anyone can say anything, Sissy.

Maybe someday you'll learn that,
that anyone can say anything.

Sissy: I saw the dog tag, Daddy.
Why do you always

- treat me like a fool?
- Woman: Stop it! Both of you.

She'll hear.
Do you want to upset her?

Father: Oh come on, honey,
give me a break. You might as well...

( music blasting )

Boy: Come on, guys!
( children laughing )

Wait up!

I figured you could use
something stronger. I know I could.

Down the hatch, come on.

It's quick, isn't it?

What they do.
And it doesn't hurt them.

It's quick, it doesn't hurt,
they just go to sleep.

Come on, drink your drink.

Woman: You know
as well as I do

that Buddy never bit anybody
before in his life.

It was her.

He sensed something in her.

( music blasting )

Sissy: Annie,
please open the door!

Father: Annie,
open this door, now!

( door rattles )

Drink your drink.
It'll make you feel better.

I'm telling you, there's something
wrong with that little girl,

and I don't just mean
that she's autistic.

( humming to music )

Sissy:
Please open the door!

Father: Annie, turn the music down!
Somebody'll call the damn cops!

Mrs. Stanton:
There's something about her

that's wrong.

And Buddy sensed it.

Dogs know, oh you bet.

( rumbling )

Did you hear that?

Music.

Someone has it
really cranked out there.

( loud music continues )

( humming )

( rumbling )

- Oh!
- What the hell?!

It's an earthquake!

It's not coming
from the ground... It's...

( Annie sings )

Ahh!

Aah!

( screaming )

Come on! Run!

- Mr. Stanton: Run!
- Ahh! !

Come on, come on!

- Sissy: Open the door.
- Father: Now, Annie!

Come on, hurry! Hurry!

( Mrs. Stanton screams )

- Oh God!
- What's happening?!

I don't know!

Father: Annie, let us in!

Annie!

Sissy: Annie, please,
open the door.

( door shaking )

Kill it, Sissy.

( music stops )

Just what the hell
are you doing?

What the...

Sister, look at this.

Sister, I got Baby.

Yes, I know.

Annie...

what have you done?

( crows caw )

Woman: And that concludes

this years' course-work
in the psychology of the unseen world.

I would like to leave you
with three thoughts if I may.

The first, is that the investigation
of psychic phenomena

is an honorable pursuit, in spite
of the field's tattered reputation.

The second, is that reality
is not always quantifiable.

Our inability to count, weigh,
sort or photograph some things,

does not mean that
those things are non-existent.

Third, and most important,

next week's exam will not
be graded on the curve.

( laughter )

Seriously, I thank you all
for your attention

and to remind you of what
someone rather famous once said,

''The truth is out there.''

Enjoy your summer.

Student: Professor Reardon,
a question please.

A question.

Your question?

There are rumors
that you're planning

a scientific investigation
of Rose Red this summer,

the Rimbauer Mansion,
a sort of psychic field trip.

Is that true?

- You are...?
- Kevin Bollinger, Class of 'O3.

I don't recognize you,
Mr. Bollinger.

Is that because the group
is so large,

or could it be that this is your
first visit to our happy family?

( class chuckles )

Actually, I'm a reporter
for the campus newspaper.

Oh, my sympathies,
Mr. Bollinger.

Kevin: Is it true,
Professor Reardon, and if it is,

are you planning on using
departmental funds

or college general funds
to finance your latest spook hunt?

As any regular attendee

of these classes will tell you,
Mr. Bollinger,

I'm extremely interested
in Rose Red.

I talk about it all the time.
Have a picture on my office wall,

not to mention
one of Ellen Rimbauer.

But as Professor Miller can tell you,
I have filed no request

for either general funds
or money from the department

to underwrite
what you term ''a spook hunt.''

Reardon: If you feel like
asking him to confirm that, he's...

he's right up there.

Reardon: A question of mine,
Mr. Bollinger.

Did Professor Miller, perhaps,

suggest you stop by my class
to pose your question

instead of dropping by my office
like a normal reporter?

Reardon:
Never mind, Mr. Bollinger.

Let's consider
the issue closed, shall we?

- But you never answered my question.
- Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Exam next Tuesday at 2:00
and I'll see you then.

If I embarrassed you,
Professor Reardon, I am sorry.

Hmm.

I don't believe it,
Mr. Bollinger.

Carl Miller stuck a key
in your back and wound you up.

And it was his intention
that I be embarrassed.

I am not.

Even if you're not planning
on using college

or departmental funds
for your Rose Red expedition,

won't you be using a lot of
psychology department equipment,

a lot of very
expensive equipment?

Haven't you already
entered into an agreement

with Steven Rimbauer,
the last remaining family member?

Good afternoon,
Mr. Bollinger.

- Girl: Hi, Professor Reardon.
- Hello.

Man: Well, Joyce.

- We have to discuss this.
- I think not.

Well, we'll have
to discuss it sooner or later.

You know, speaking for
the department, I think I can say

our patience with your shenanigans
has grown quite short.

Reardon: ''...spooks.

Somebody call...''

Pfff.

Uh...

( sighing )

Oh...

Professor Reardon?

I was wondering
if you could discuss my...

Not now. My office hours are
clearly posted, can't you read?

Oh. Sorry.

Oh, um, uh, wait...

Ms. Spruce, isn't it?

Kathy Spruce, that's right.

I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bite.

Office hours are between
2:00 and 3:00. Try me then, okay?

Yes, Ms. Reardon.

Out.

Out.

Oh...

Far out.

Hmm...

( telephone rings )

( rings )

( rings )

( rings )

Waterman residence.

Mr. Waterman, Joyce Reardon.

Waterman:
Oh, hello, Ms. Reardon.

I've been meaning to call,
but I've been uh...

Reardon: Joyce, please.

I've been kinda busy.

Reardon: I understand, but I'm
finalizing my list of participants

for my little Rose Red field trip,
and I 'd really like you in.

- Have you thought about it?
- Rose Red is a dangerous place

to conduct psychic experiments,
Ms. Reardon...

Joyce.
As I'm sure you must be aware.

Reardon:
With all due respect, Emery,

Rose Red is a dead cell.

I'm sure it is,

if you're not psychic.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

I'll just let you get back
to what you were doing, shall I,

and move on to the next
name on my list?

I doubt
there are that many.

Not post-cognates
of my calibre.

You might be surprised.
Good afternoon.

Wait... wait... wait...

I didn't say no, did I?

Reardon: Didn't you?

No.
But 5,000 is a trifle low.

If you were to be offering
a bit more, say...

7,500 for instance?

- Mr. Waterman,
- Emery, please.

5,000 is my first,
last and only offer.

And a generous one considering
the fact that there have been

no phenomena in Rose Red
for five years or more.

Since they stopped the tours
and took away the fresh meat.

Isn't that what you mean?

Forgive me
but I find that ridiculous.

The funding for this expedition
is coming out of my own pocket.

And 5,000
is all I can afford.

So what do you say, Emery?
In or out?

All right, I'm in.
But I warn you,

if you want a videotaped
debriefing afterward, I get extra.

That's fine, Emery.
Memorial Day weekend.

Mark your calendar.

You send me a check,
Joyce, and I will.

Good day.

Putz.

Poisoned...

Guess not.

Whispering voice: Emery...

Hey, whoever you are,

save the warnings
for someone who's not broke.

Okay?

( door opens )
Woman: Emery?

Emery!

( door closes )

Emery!

Here you are.

There are some more bags
out in the car.

They're going
out of business at Griffin's.

Everything's 25% off.

That's too much cream,
you'll make yourself fat.

Er.

- I beg your pardon?
- Fat-er.

I'm already fat.

Cream clogs up
your arteries, Emer.

A little's okay
but that's too much.

Get my things out of the car.
I tell you, I made a killing.

Mom, I was doing
the bills just now.

Well,
what about the bills?

A lot of them are past due.
It's the credit cards, Mom...

I'm very careful
with the credit cards.

I'm a very wise shopper.

I'll get your stuff.

Isn't this
just the best bear?

I'm gonna put him on the end
of my bed with Hester and Fester.

What rhymes
with Hester and Fester, Emmy?

Pester.

The woman from the college

who wants to investigate
Rose Red called again.

See? Something always turns up.
God provides, I've always said so.

Rose Red's
supposed to be dangerous.

If you take the usual precautions
you'll be fine.

And we'll pray, of course.
Were you able to get her up to 75?

No. She's financing
the expedition herself.

Or so she told you
and you believed her, of course.

You want to call her back?
I have the number.

No. A deal's a deal.

One of the few sensible things
your father ever said.

Did you tell her it would be
extra for interviews after?

- Physicals? EKG's?
- Yes.

And no X-rays.
They give you cancer.

Now run along and get my bags.
Then you can have your pie.

( door slams )

( loud knocking )

Office hours are over.
Come back tomorrow.

( knocking )

- I said office hou...
- Extra credit, Ms. Reardon.

I'll do anything,
look good in a bathing suit,

look great in one of those
French maid's outfits.

Come in, you idiot,
and close the door.

All right.

Teach, you're looking good today.

- Ooh...
- Mmm.

The idiot wants to know
how you're doing.

Well, I won't lie to you,
it's been a tough day.

But I have a very
important call to make.

- Oh...
- So...

What, this is the Wheaton girl?
The one you really want?

Her sister. If you can sit there
and keep quiet you can stay.

But if you feel an attack
of monkeyshines coming on,

then go. Get out now.

That's pretty
tough talk considering

it's my old family's homestead
you want to go exploring in.

But...
I'll be good, Dee, I swear.

( bell chimes )
I won't do that, sorry.

( phone rings )

Hello? Ms. Reardon?

Yes, how are you?

Sissy: I'm all right.
But you know how hard it is

to keep people away
from a phone in this place?

Also I'm on my break,
so let's make this fast.

Reardon: Uh...

I could call you later.

Sissy: No, I don't think so.
I still live at home

to be near Annie and...

my father knows who you are
and what you want.

He doesn't approve.

What are you saying?
Annie won't take part?

Sissy: I'm saying that
if I bring Annie to Rose Red...

the chances are good that
I could never go home again.

That'd be all right with me but,

Annie shouldn't be there without
someone who understands her.

Mm-hmm. And...
and your parents don't?

Sissy: Well...

my mother's
scared to death of her and,

my father...

I think my father hates her.

What can I do?

There's a school just outside
of Tacoma for people like Annie.

No, there's no one
like Annie I don't think...

but...

it's a place for autistic teenagers.
A good place.

I might as well cut right
to the chase, Ms. Reardon,

5,000 isn't gonna be enough.

If you can promise 10
I might try to make this happen.

10,000 done. I... I'll bring
the check to you myself.

This afternoon.
Where... where do you work?

No, you need to slow down.
I need to think about this.

Reardon: Look, my time is short,
Ms. Wheaton.

Please, call me Sister,
why don't you? Everyone does.

Mr. Rimbauer has agreed to open
Rose Red for my group

over the Memorial Day weekend.
It's only nine days away.

I need to know if
I can count on Annie.

In fact I'm having an orientation
meeting this Monday night,

for the participants here
in Wimser Hall at the University.

It would be great
if Annie could join us.

You understand that if Annie goes
to Rose Red I go too, don't you?

Reardon: That...
that's fine, of course.

When can I know,
Ms. Wheaton? Uh, Sister.

I... I might be able
to scrape up as much as $12,000

if uh, that is,

if you can make a solid commitment
to the expedition right now.

I can't do that.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Reardon.
- Reardon: Wait!

When can I expect
to hear from you?

- I'll be in touch.
- Wait! The... the...

orientation Monday night?

I don't know... it...

I don't think so.

Ohh.
( dial tone )

$10,000?
$12,000? You know, I'm... I'm

starting to think that I sold
the old homestead cheap.

You didn't sell it, you're renting it.
For a single weekend.

I've gotta have Annie Wheaton.

Why?

I've got the makings of a good
group here, but they're candles.

Annie Wheaton
is a searchlight.

If anyone can wake up Rose Red,
she is the one.

I told you before, Dee,

waking up Rose Red
isn't a good idea.

I want Annie.
I want Annie Wheaton.

( creaking )

Hello, dear.

Hey, Mom. Hi, Dad.

Mrs. Wheaton:
Long day? You look tired.

I'll microwave you
a TV dinner.

It's okay. I had something
to eat at the restaurant.

Is Annie okay?

- Annie is fine.
- Yeah, wearing out her ears again.

Not to mention ours.

If it isn't ''A Summer Place''
it's that other crap.

''Pennsylvania 69,000''
and ''In The Mood.''

Same two, over and over
all afternoon.

- I guess she just likes it.
- Mr. Wheaton: Yeah, I know that.

I just can't
figure out why.

( ''In The Mood'' plays )

( whispering )

( music stops )

Thank God for small favors.

( whispering )
Annie...

Annie... come...

( whispering continues )

Reardon: Despite what
some people may think,

psychic powers...
telepathy,

telekinesis, precognition,
all the rest,

have no moral gradient.

They are neither good
nor bad.

Houses are different.

Shirley Jackson was right.

Some houses are born bad.

Houses like this one.

Houses like Rose Red.

I knew it was big,

but that's enormous.

Reardon: Fortunately for us,

an enormous dead cell.

There have been no overt
manifestations in Rose Red

since 1 995 or so.

I believe that some houses

have their own inner life

that may or may not
be conscious.

If there was once consciousness
in Rose Red,

it manifested itself early.

The Seattle of 100 years ago
was a different world,

more different than
any of us can imagine.

Survival was an actual issue,

not a TV show.

Fortunes were made,
often by bandits in tall hats.

You could get out of the way
or get run down.

Those were the options.

In the year 1906,
you were on your own.

Rose Red...

was built by John P. Rimbauer

at the top of Spring Street
in the center of Seattle,

as a wedding present
to his wife.

Rimbauer was founder
of Omicron Oil Company, until 1950

the biggest oil company
in America.

1950 was the year

Ellen Rimbauer disappeared.

The trouble with Rose Red

started even before
there was a house.

Construction crews worked
24 hours a day,

seven days a week.
But that wasn't the problem.

The problem was that even before
there was a house there,

that piece of ground
made people mad.

Literally mad.

The Teamster made no effort
to get away,

just dropped the gun in his wagon
and went down to a Seattle saloon,

which was where
the police found him.

The Teamster's name
was Harry Corbin.

When he was tried,
he claimed

he remembered nothing
from breakfast

till the time he woke up in jail
with a knot behind his ear.

The judge didn't believe him,
neither did the jury.

He got 25 years.

I think Harry Corbin

may have been Rose Red's
first victim.

First male victim.

There has always been a difference
between the way Rose Red

treats the ladies
and the gentlemen.

- What do you mean, exactly?
- In time, Nick.

All in good time.

John Rimbauer
and Ellen Gilchrist

were married
on November 12, 1907.

He was 40 and she...

was 20.

By the day they said
their I do's,

Rose Red had been
under construction for a year.

Already there had been
three deaths,

in addition to the murder
of Rimbauer's first foreman.

Pick it up!

Reardon: One man
was decapitated

by a sheet
of falling glass.

Another fell from a scaffold
and broke his neck.

And the third...

choked to death
on a piece of apple.

This is the way
Rose Red looked

when it was completed
in 1909.

In case your memory
needs refreshing,

this is the way
it looks today.

It's as if it metastasized.

Rose Red has how many rooms?

- No one really knows.
- Man: On Monday you can count

7 4 and come back on Friday
and come up with 8 7 or 9 7.

That's impossible,
isn't it?

That's Rose Red, sweetheart.

Nick: How many people
have disappeared?

There must be
an accurate account of them.

23 since the end
of the first World War.

Emery:
You'll forgive me if I say

I find that impossible
to believe.

Reardon: Of course you do.
Anyone would.

But I assure you it's true.

Five men and 18 women.

Rose Red has always been
particularly fond of the ladies.

Remember we're speaking
of a house

- which has fallen dormant.
- Woman: It better be,

because $5,000 isn't enough
if it isn't.

- When was the last disappearance?
- Reardon: 1972,

almost 30 years ago.
As I said before,

there have been no
observable phenomena since...

- Who was the last one?
- Reardon: Pam...

We've got a lot to cover,
we don't need to focus on...

A woman on the Historical Society's
annual tour.

She was with the group
when they went upstairs.

It wasn't until
the tour was over

that they realized
she wasn't with them anymore.

Officer: What's that?

Man: They didn't find her,
but they found her purse.

Reardon: Finished?

Yeah.

Thank you.

The lady's name
was Liza Albert.

Since her disappearance,
the house has been closed to tours.

With no psychic energy
for the house to feed on,

it seems to have fallen
into a sleep, then a coma.

- And now...
- It's a dead cell.

Reardon: Exactly.

I wouldn't bet on that
if I were you.

Reardon: Rose Red wasn't finished
when John and Ellen got married,

but they weren't in a hurry
to set up housekeeping.

They passed the time with
an enormous, leisurely honeymoon.

They were gone a year.

They circled the globe
on liners like this one...

The Ocean Star.

John Rimbauer's favorite part
of the tour was Africa.

Ellen didn't enjoy it
quite as much.

In fact,
she nearly died.

- Was it malaria?
- Reardon: Probably not.

In her diary she called it

''an unmentionable disease

carried by men
and suffered by women.''

Doesn't exactly look prostrate
with worry, does he?

With or without him,
Ellen recovered.

When she and John finally
took up residence in Rose Red,

she was pregnant.

January, 1909,
that would have been.

John thought
the house was finished.

They're here!

How beautiful you are,
Rose Red.

Reardon: He didn't know
that the house would never be done.

Not in his lifetime,
not in hers.

What makes Rose Red

one of the world's most
fascinating psychic artifacts...

is that the house
continued to grow

until its death
in 1995 or 1996.

Until 1950 changes
and additions were made

according to the will
of Ellen Rimbauer,

and her will,
ladies and gentlemen, was iron.

After 1950...

after 1950...

Rose Red grew on its own.

( whispering )

( baby crying )

Reardon:
In the fall of 1909,

Ellen Rimbauer
gave birth to a son.

Grampy.

- Your grandfather, really.
- Yeah.

I'm afraid so.

In her diary she wrote,
''I have called him Adam,

for he is the first.''

Sukeena, the woman who came back
from Africa with her,

saw her through
the difficult labor.

In her diary, Ellen never refers
to Sukeena as her servant.

First she calls her,
''my friend.''

Later, ''my sister.''

When Ellen gave birth
to a daughter with a withered arm,

she blamed
her African sickness

and her husband's
sexual appetites,

although she wrote,

''In my mind they are one,''
to which she added,

''Damn all men.''

John and Ellen's daughter
was born in April of 1911 .

And April was what
they called her.

In the years following
the birth of Ellen's daughter,

Ellen became convinced
that her fever,

which recurred periodically,
would kill her young.

That made her easy game
for Madame Stravinsky,

as she called herself.

If you have anything
to say to us,

you may use my body...

to speak.

Stravinsky: Give us a sign.

Show us a sign.

Reardon: Not even Sukeena

could convince her
that the old lady was a fraud.

Stravinsky: Beloved spirits,

we invite you
to commune with us.

Show us a sign.

Reardon: Fraud or not,

Madame Stravinsky,

known to police in San Francisco
and Los Angeles

as Cora Fry,

changed
Ellen Rimbauer's life

one night
in August of 1914.

Sukeena!

- You must build.
- What did she tell her?

Rimbauer: That Great-Gram wouldn't
die until the house was finished.

Great-Gram told her it was finished,
and Madame S. told her,

''It isn't finished
until you say it's finished.''

''Until you say.''

Ellen took it seriously,

probably she was right to.

Everything else aside,

she never had another attack
of her African fever.

- It was probably psychosomatic.
- Just PMS, right, Em?

I wouldn't be at all surprised.

A new wing, the first of many,
started going up the next week.

What did her husband
say about that?

Rimbauer: Nothing,
she gave him a son in 1909,

a daughter in 1911 .
She had a withered arm,

but the son was fine.
It was the son John Rimbauer

cared about. In his mind Ellen
had fulfilled her function,

and could do what she liked.
Would you agree?

Yes. Besides...

he had affairs of his own
to tend to.

Ellen continued to make
additions to the house

until her disappearance
in 1950.

Over 40 years
of well-financed eccentricity.

When she ran out of
conventional things to build,

she hired contractors
and architects to build

- unconventional stuff.
- Such as...?

Reardon: The so-called
tower folly

was completed in 1921 .

John Rimbauer jumped to his death
from it two years later.

Was it suicide...

or did he run into something
he couldn't deal with?

The certificate said
accidental death.

The gossip said
suicide or ghosts.

In any case,
during its active years,

and they were very active,

women in Rose Red
tended to turn up missing,

and men tended
to turn up dead.

- The bad days are over.
- Reardon: Yes.

Indeed.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Then what do you want
from us, Ms. Reardon?

First off, let's all get on
a first-name basis, shall we?

That will make things
less difficult.

This can be...

a difficult field.

People either don't understand
our goals,

or refuse to credit
our findings.

Some people
are actively cruel.

And...

Research goals?

Yes, yes.

My research goals...

specify measurable
psychic phenomena.

Hard data in other words.
Telemetry readouts...

and anomalous energy levels,
primarily.

I want readouts
that even the most...

stupid, sarcastic,
obtuse member

of this so-called scientific
department will have to accept.

If I get a little crazy
on the subject

from time to time,
please forgive me.

I've put in a lot
of long days.

If Rose Red is a dead cell,

how much proof can you expect
to find there?

Reardon:
If you apply electricity

to the muscles in the leg
of a dead frog,

the muscles will contract
hours after the frog has died.

You people are my psychic
equivalent of electricity.

My goal is modest...

a single twitch.

One single twitch.

If I get it...

my reputation will be secure
for the rest of my life.

More importantly,

together we can legitimize
a branch of psychology

which has been treated as
a poor relation for far too long.

What are you doing here,
Mr. Rimbauer?

What are your special talents?

Just protecting the family interests.
I promised the professor

one good shot at the mansion
and then the developers await.

Tech-Star Condominiums,
the future.

You're gonna let them tear it down?
It's a piece of history.

History don't pay no rent
and the kid is broke.

Hardly the most noble
of motives.

Are we the team?
The whole team?

- She hopes not.
- Beg your pardon?

I was hoping for one more,
but that's looking iffy.

If I have to make do
with you five,

then I'll count myself lucky.

I'll see you this Friday
at 2:00 p.m. sharp.

I'm sure it will be
a Memorial Day weekend to remember.

If you could
all please join me...

I'd like to close
with a circle.

This sort of thing went out
with high-buttoned shoes.

Joyce, is there anything
you'd like us to focus on?

Good will, good thoughts,
each other.

- That's lovely.
- Thanks.

Say cheese.

Vic, are you okay?

Fine.

I'm gonna go make some room.

He looks a bit gray
about the gills.

No, no.

Maybe half a glass,
but no more.

Man:
Just a minute, please.

TV: The Huskies were caught
off guard by the weak-side blitz.

The linebacker starts to drop back,
and then rushes the quarterback.

( phone ringing )

Y-ello.

Hello. I'd like to speak
with Rachel. Is she there?

- Who is this?
- I'd like to speak with Rachel.

I know who this is.
The crazy lady from the college.

- How you doin', crazy lady?
- Is that for me?

Reardon: My business is with
your older daughter.

- I'd be grateful...
- You've got it wrong.

You have no business here.

Not with Sissy, Annie,
or any of us.

Don't ever call here again,
got that?

Daddy...

- that was my call.
- That was some crazy lady.

- That was my call. You have no right...
- Yeah, I do,

as long as you live in my house
and eat my food.

Stop it, both of you.

I know what
the crazy lady wants.

Just like I know you've been
talking to her behind my back.

Let me tell you this,
Annie's not going near Rose Red.

- Mama?
- She doesn't say. I say.

Mama?
Won't you help me once?

Please, just this once,
will you speak up?

I've told you 1000 times,

I won't take sides
between you and your father.

Sister: Mama.

What about Annie's side?

- The Gatt School...
- What planet are you living on?

You'll put her
in the Gatt School with $5,000?

- Professor Reardon has promised 12!
- I knew she was crazy.

What's your excuse?
$20,000 is what it would take.

- $20,000 at least. A year.
- Rose Red is famous.

If something happens while we're there,
it'd be worth a fortune to Annie.

Sure. I can just
see her on Geraldo.

''Hi, I'm Annie Wheaton.

I'm gonna tell folks
all about a haunted house.''

- Sister: Stop it! Don't mock her!
- I'm saving her.

From crazy lady number one,
and crazy lady number two!

That is it, Sister.

This case is closed.
I won't hear any more about it.

- Sister: I'm calling her. We're going.
- No, you're not.

- Stop it, Annie! Stop it!
- ( glass breaking )

Make her stop!

What do you think, Dad?

What do you think
Annie wants?

- Stop it, Annie!
- ( radio switches on )

George!

Make her stop!
For God's sake!

Please, George,
make her stop!

( country music playing )

Nick:
We thought you were lost.

No, just misplaced.

- May I propose a toast?
- Pam: Sure.

To Rose Red.

All: To Rose red.

Vic: Joyce...

she's looking,
still hoping for one more.

A sixth.

Six is the number.

Nick:
A girl. A teenager.

And I think our dear professor
will be in luck.

Is that something you see?

What's your special trait,
Pam?

I'm what psychic journals
call a touch-know.

It doesn't always work,

but sometimes
when I handle things,

I see stuff,
or I get feelings.

Of course,
a lot of times

there's nothing.

What about you, Vic?

Two people...

mid-20s.

She's in a blue dress.

Vic:
He's in jeans.

He's blonde

over-golded.

He's got a case of Roman hands
and Russian fingers.

What in the world
are you talking...

Man:
...Go outside.

- You wanna?
- Woman: Sure.

Tres chic, n'est-ce pas?

- You're precognitive!
- I can tell a hawk from a handsaw

when the wind's
in the northwest.

What about you, Cathy?

I'm an automatic writer.

- A Ouija board.
- Cathy: Yes.

But I don't like
the Ouija board.

The channel's too wide,

and sometimes what comes through
is unpleasant.

This is better.

Sometimes it's precog,
sometimes it's astral.

Mostly it's just
people to people.

Someone concentrate hard.
You, Pam.

Oh. Okay.
Let's see.

Uh...

Okay.

I guess
it's not going to work.

Steve?!

What about you, Ste...
Nick?

( chuckling )

He calls her Dee.

Why does he do that,
I wonder?

Nick?

I do a little of this,
a little of that.

Sometimes I get lucky
and things turn out all right.

What about
our new friend, Emery?

What do we know about him?

- Your friend, not mine.
- Cathy: I think Emery is

post-cognitive.
He sees the past.

Not the most comfortable
of talents.

Here's to good thoughts.
Goodwill.

Nick:
Good thoughts, goodwill.

Who are you?

Why are you here?

Where are you from?

When are you from?

Is it Rose Red?

Read my lips.

Save the warnings
for someone who's not broke.

Okay?

I remember that day.

She was happy,
wasn't she?

- We all were.
- Oh, man...

- Would you look at this?
- Huh?

Mr. Wheaton:
Those were the days, huh?

Ignorance is bliss.

Daddy,

what Annie is,
isn't anyone's fault.

It's not hers, it's not mine,
it's not yours.

I know that.

But you're too busy thinking
about what you want for Annie

to think about
what she can do.

Have you forgotten
what happened

after she got bit
by the Stantons' dog?

How the stones came down?

Or what she did
to those pipes?

After what
she did tonight...

how can you have any doubts
about what she wants?

Sweetheart,

taking Annie into
a genuinely haunted house?

That's like using a lighter
to see how full your gas tank is.

It's a chance.
That's what you don't understand.

It's a chance
for her to get out...

And for you
to get out from under.

I just want
what's best for Annie.

I know, Sissy, but you don't know
what that is.

Believe me.

Whispering voices:
Annie...

come...

Come...

( whispering continues )

Pity you can't do the same
with the other 40,000 or so.

People read it today and line their
kitty litter boxes with it tomorrow.

I think they'll remember
the photo.

Some will take that
for inspection the next time

the university bond issue
comes up before the voters.

A photo like this could put
100 worthwhile programs to beggary.

But what do you care?

Do you have a point, Carl?
If so, get to it.

- I have a lot to do.
- Crystals to polish?

Ouijas to wax?

Did you put that kid Bollinger
up to this? You did, didn't you?

You told him where to go
and when to point his camera.

Tsk-tsk-tsk...

( whispering )
Your paranoia's showing.

Reardon: Ah!

It's a nasty little cut.

Well, listen...

I'm afraid I have bad news
for you, old girl.

I'm not old.
Not yet anyway.

And I'm certainly
not your girl.

- What are you talking about?
- The Executive Committee

has been in session
regarding tenure.

What? Why? No one in
the department's up for tenure.

The only thing that...

You really are a bastard.

The Committee voted five to two
to revoke your tenure.

We tried to contact you
so you could attend.

You'll find a message
on your machine.

I'm surprised the spirits
didn't tell you.

The general consensus is
it's time to stop the silliness.

I will fight you
every step of the process.

Of course,
and you'll lose.

Your days of haunting
the Wimser Psychology department...

to coin a phrase...
are not quite over,

but they're numbered.

When I come back from Rose Red
with proof, you...

This is the rallying cry of crackpots
and deluded religionists.

Since the Stone Age,
the proof is out there.

This is sad, really.

You used to be a respected writer
and lecturer in child psychology.

But then you got bitten
by this... virus!

It is a legitimate field
of psychological investigation.

It's crap! It's sleazy!

It's a spit in the eye
of rational thought!

But the good news is,
that Rose Red

will be your last goose chase
as a member of this faculty.

You're an idiot and you're blind!

What if you find proof?
Let's just suppose.

Proof, photographs,
audio recordings

of the clanking chains,
telemetry of some sort.

What good would it do?
Have you considered such thoughts?

I feel remarkably well today,

in spite of
all your crap.

This is the world
we live in

and experience
with our five senses.

Skin...
smooth and rational.

Reardon:
Every cause has its effect,

and every effect can be predicted
with the right database.

But there's a world
under that world,

blood,
under the skin.

That's what rationalistic asses
like you never see.

It's a world that's liquid
instead of solid,

hot instead of just warm.

It is a world
full of mystery, Carl.

You don't like it,
do you? No.

So don't give me your bull about
bond issues and busted programs.

You're afraid
of what's under the skin.

But I'm not.
Do you hear me, Carl?

I'm not.

- If you've given me something...
- That's what it comes down to, huh?

The bottom line?
You're afraid of catching something.

Go on, get out of here.
Go wash your face,

then you can trot to the infirmary
and get an AIDS test.

When the semester's over,
you're done here.

You're finished teaching.
You're crazy!

- You're totally insane!
- Good day, old boy.

- What are you looking at?!
- Nothing.

Then go look
somewhere else!

We did it, didn't we?
We nailed her.

What's on your face?

Never mind.

Never mind.

We have a great deal
to talk about, young man.

The story's not over?

It's just beginning.
It's just beginning.

Steve: From the Department
of Questions Better Not Answered,

if a tree falls in the forest,
and no one hears it,

- does it make any noise?
- Mm-hmm.

Who cuts
the barber's hair?

Who leaves money under
the Tooth Fairy's pillow?

How come no one realizes

Clark Kent is just
Superman wearing glasses?

- Mm-hmm.
- If I didn't own Rose Red,

would I be in bed
with you right now?

Mm-hmm.

Hello.

- How was your day, dear?
- Give it back.

How was your day?
Or would you prefer that

I just rolled over
and made myself small?

They revoked my tenure.

Carl Miller dropped by the office
to give me the news himself.

- Wait. Can they do that?
- Maybe. Probably.

Bollinger's article
in the paper made us look

like the Stupid Family,
with me as the Head Stupid.

You want
to turn off your light?

You're pretty damn
calm about it.

I heard from Sister.

She accepted
the $12,000 I offered.

When I come back from Rose Red
with hard data,

there'll be four dozen universities
willing to hire me.

First,
I'm going to write a book.

It is going to sell
a gazillion copies.

I once heard you say

that the only certainty
when dealing with the paranormal

is that nothing is certain.

What if you spend three days
in Rose Red and nothing happens?

But it will.

Annie Wheaton
is my guarantee.

She's...

Let's just say
she's one of a kind.

You know, Rose Red
is not a true dead cell.

Annie's going
to wake it up.

And if you would just let the house
stand for another six months,

- the research possibilities...
- No. No.

It's coming down in July,
and I can't wait.

I cannot wait.

How can you hate it
so much?

It eats my relatives!

- I'm sorry.
- Did you miss that in your research?

It's just that
it means a lot to me.

Yeah, too much maybe.

You'll need some down time
when this is over.

Some serious R&R.

( whispering )

Well, you have
the cell phone.

Right here.

- And you've got plenty of film.
- Of course,

but I don't know if
this is such a good idea.

Don't tell me
you're afraid.

No, of course
I'm not afraid.

It's just big.

What if I get lost?

Kevin, you know,
you're about to step out

in the real world
in a couple of weeks.

That's where you're apt
to get lost.

But you nail this story,
you can write your own ticket.

I thought that's
what you wanted.

Why don't you come
in there with me?

I do have
a few things to do,

like running my department,
overseeing finals...

Call me when you
get the pictures,

either I or my wife
will come get you.

She can't stand
that Reardon bitch either.

If they catch me in there,
they'll tear me apart.

There's no reason
why they should.

If you're reasonably careful.

I guess.

Whoa-whoa-whoa!

Don't forget this.

And try and get a good picture
of them being psychic.

- Professor Miller, I don't think...
- Stiff upper, boy!

Stiff upper!

Professor Miller...

You're a step away
from stardom, dear boy!

Just get the pictures!

( gate creaking )

( crows cawing )

Solarium...

kitchen...

tool-shed...
back door...

front door...

Kevin: Oh.

- I thought this house was empty.
- It would be,

Mr. Bollinger, I believe.

- The reporter.
- Yeah, I'm Bollinger.

- But how did you know?
- Come in, sir.

You're expected.

Ma'am?

Where are you?

Sukeena:
This way, sir.

Kevin: Hello?

( door creaks open )

Hello?

Ma'am,
I seem to have lost you.

Ma'am?

Is anybody here?

Ma'am?

( gasps )

Screw this.

Okay, very funny,
but I want to leave, all right?

Let me out!

( bees buzzing )

I could use
a little help in here!

- I'm in the greenhouse!
- ( bees buzzing )

Let me out!

Let me out of here!

Let me out!

I'm out of here.

Come on.

Get a grip, Bollinger.

( cell phone rings )

( loud music playing )

( continues ringing )

Miller over phone:
Hello?

Hello?

Who is this?

Bollinger?

Bollinger, is that you?

Hello?

Steve: Hey.

They'll be here.
Come on.

Wait!

Don't make me chase you,
Emmy!

- Mom, I'm okay.
- Yes, you're always okay?

Now, listen to me.

If anything happens
that you can't handle,

anything beyond a few
telesmic manifestations,

- call me and I'll come and get you.
- I will, Mom. I have to go.

You call me anyway
so I know you're all right.

I always do.
I have to go.

- Emery: They're waiting.
- Let them wait.

They won't do much
without you, huh?

Now, turn around.

- Mom...
- Turn around.

And stay away
from that blonde girl.

She looks like a tramp.
Now give Mommy a kiss.

You're all over lipstick.

Fix yourself.

Nick: Friends, I see new frontiers
in abnormal psychology

stretching out before us.
How exciting!

Mrs. Waterman:
...Especially if you move your bowels!

Gosh, the day before summer camp
must have been a busy time

- in the Waterman household.
- Shut up!

Off to the house
on haunted hill, I see?

Oh and with...

with about $100,000 worth
of department equipment.

I've got all
the proper paperwork

if you want to see it signed
in all the proper places.

Oooh...
signed by Rogers.

When I was on vacation,
he was acting in my stead.

Very clever of you.

- Is there a point to any of this?
- Just trying to be pleasant.

If you'll excuse us,
Professor Miller, we're in a hurry.

Yes, of course.
Places to go,

ghosts to bust.
Isn't that right, Mr. Rimbauer?

Yeah, more or less.

Yes.

Well, keep the equipment
in one piece.

Good luck.

The spirits have done it
all in one night.

That's what Scrooge says
when he wakes up a changed man.

That's what he made me think of.
Scrooge on Christmas morning.

I don't trust him.

Hello.
Are you the group?

Pam:
The Rose Red group?

Yes.

I'm Pam Asbury.

This is Cathy Kramer.

Hi.

- Victor Kandinsky.
- Vic. Just Vic.

Oh.

Pam:
Nick Hardaway.

Pam:
And Emery Waterman.

And...

- you must be...
- I'm Sissy Wheaton. This is Annie.

I was sure we were going to miss
you guys. Traffic was horrible.

- We're glad you didn't.
- Sister...

- or do you prefer Rachel?
- Either is fine.

Just quit it.

Emery:
Good God. She's retarded.

If you keep
your psychological evaluation

of Miss Wheaton to yourself,

we won't ask you
any embarrassing questions

about your relationship
with your mother. Chin, chin.

Reardon: Folks,

I think we're ready.

( phone ringing )

Recording: You've reached
the cell phone of Carl Miller.

Please, leave a message
after the tone.

( beep )

Bollinger, where are you?

I told you to keep
that phone with you...

In any case,
they've left the campus.

They'll be there
in 40 minutes,

so be ready.

Then call me back.

There she is.

It seems
to be looking at us.

It is, Cathy.
It is.

Steve.

Boy: Mommy?

Where are you?

( whispering )

Mommy?

I'm scared.

Where are you, Mommy?

Nick: Steve.

Steve, you okay?

Huh?

Yeah, sure. Fine.

You wanna know a secret?

I've never done anything
like this before

and I'm pretty much
scared to death.

Be not afraid.

Only believe.

We're lucky most
of the electronic stuff

was delivered and installed
earlier this week.

- What are these?
- House plans.

Probably as useful as
a 14th century map of Africa.

And here,
a coil of rope.

How are you doing, sweetie?
Are you okay?

Boy's voice:
Mommy? I'm scared.

( whispering )

( whispering )
Stevey...

Stevey... come...

Nick:
What is it? What can you hear?

- Steve...
- It knows we're here.

Steve:
It wants us here.

( whispering )

( whispering continues )

God help us.
It wants us here.

( whispering )
Come in...

Come see...

Joyce:
Houses are alive.

This is something we know.

News from our nerve endings.

( voices whispering )

Joyce:
If we're quiet...

if we listen...

we can hear houses breathe.

Sometimes in the depth of the night,
we hear them groan.

It's as if they're having
bad dreams.

A good house cradles
and comforts.

A bad one fills us with
instinctive unease.

Bad houses hate our warmth,
our humanness.

That blind hate of our humanity
is what we mean

when we use the word ''haunted.''

Pam: Steve?

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I heard it, too. .

Then it stopped.

- What? What did you hear?
- Nick: There were words.

It wasn't clear...
did any of you?

Cathy:
I might have heard something.

Or it might have just been
my imagination.

- Steve, what was it?
- How would I know?

I don't have a psychic bone
in my body, as you well know.

You tested me yourself
so there's no real...

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

Pam...

can you come here?

We might as well get started.

Will you...?

All right.

Nick: Emers old boy, why don't
you come and give us a hand?

It seems to be
the butler's day off.

- Don't call me that.
- Come on.

For $5,000 you can carry
a couple of boxes, can't you?

I'm not being paid for
my services as a porter.

Pam? You all right?

Man:
I thought this house was empty.

Sukeena: You would be
Mr. Bollinger, the reporter.

Joyce: Pam?

Man: I'm Bollinger.
How did you know?

Come in, sir.
You were expected.

Pam: This way.

Come in, sir.

You were expected.

This way.

How old were you when you got
lost in there? Eight? Nine?

- What are you talking about?
- The room with colored light.

The smell of sawdust.

What happened?
What did you see?

What frightened you?

I don't know what you're
talking about.

You know, don't you?

But you're not saying.

What is it?

It's cold. Just...

cold metal, that's all.

But you spoke.

There was something there,
but it's gone.

I didn't like the way it felt.

Steve: The caretaker must have
left it there.

After he let in the guys
who brought the equipment.

- Vic: He'll miss it.
- Not after the summer.

Come September,
there won't be a gate to open.

There's a flashlight
for each of you.

I suggest you keep it on
or near you at all times.

The power's fine
most of the time.

Nick: And if it goes out,
I don't suppose

looking for the fusebox
does much good.

Nope. Neither does calling
Puget Sound Energy.

What about your equipment?

If the power goes, everything
of mine switches to batteries.

I think we better get started.

Where's Annie?

She's wonderful.

Friday afternoon,
3:17 p.m.

We've just experienced our first
paranormal phenomenon...

a phantom draft.

The only thing I insist on

is that you don't go off
exploring on your own.

The geography of Rose Red
can seem unstable.

Pam: Maybe we should double up
on sleeping arrangements.

I don't mind sharing with Cathy.

Or the three of us could
go in together like summer camp.

I'll sleep with Emery
and after midnight

we'll raid the fridge.
Won't we, Em?

Joyce:
The bedrooms are perfectly safe.

The important thing
is not to go off wandering.

Joyce: I think you'll find
this interesting.

You could make Thanksgiving dinner
for a hundred people in here.

Maybe after the place
was fumigated.

You're such a charmer.

Was I talking to you?

Ellen Rimbauer called this
''the health room.''

We call it a solarium.

A railroad executive named
George Meader,

a friend and drinking buddy
of John Rimbauer,

died in here after the end
of the first World War.

According to a doctor
he was stung by a bee.

Died of an extreme allergic
reaction.

As I told you,

in Rose Red's heyday
men didn't fare well here.

That's not very reassuring.

I'm sure you have nothing
to worry about.

Just use the buddy system
when moving through the house.

- Now...
- Whoa.

What?

What's this?

Vic: Did the caretaker
leave that, too?

I doubt it.

Cathy: Well, then who?

Nick: Press redial
and see who answers.

( phone dialing )

( phone ringing )

Recording: Hello, you've
reached Professor Carl Miller

of the Psychology Department.

I'm not able to answer the phone
at the present time.

Leave a message at the beep
if you like,

but remember your Shakespeare.

Who is it?

Miller:
Brevity is the soul of wit.

- ( beeps )
- Hello, Professor Miller,

this is Joyce Reardon's friend,
Steven Rimbauer.

We have found a piece of your
property here in Rose Red.

I'm fairly sure you didn't
drop it yourself

since we saw you an hour ago,

but I've got a good idea
who did.

The guy who wrote
the newspaper story. Am I right?

Now trespassing isn't
a very serious crime

and abetting a trespasser is
probably even less serious

but your dignity is going
to take a hit at the very least.

Guess who's going to be
the cover boy

on next week's newspaper?

You have a nice day.

Nick:
Bravo, Steve.

Bravo.

Cathy:
You can't be certain that

that is Professor Miller's
cell phone.

Oh, of course it is.

If you want proof, dial some
of the numbers in memory.

I bet one of them is
that son of a bitch, Bollinger.

Emery:
If the reporter had the phone,

where's the reporter?

Pam:
Maybe the house ate him.

Isn't that what it's
supposed to do? Eat people?

Probably something
frightened him,

the sort of thing that neither he
nor Professor Miller believes in

and he just ran off.

Perhaps he's still
in the house.

If he is, then we'll find him.

Come on, folks. Let's...

Pam:
Joyce, are you sure

we shouldn't notify somebody?

Why should we?

If Bollinger's here,
he's trespassing, like Steve said.

If we call the cops
then we're apt to find ourselves

with half a dozen police
tromping through the house

and roiling up the atmosphere
and he'll win.

That pig Miller will win
in spite of everything.

And I can't have it, okay?
I just won't! I can't!

It's okay.
He doesn't get to win.

If we find Bollinger
we can give him a cup of tea

and a good spanking
and send him on his way.

- Sounds good to me.
- Yeah, me too.

On with the show?

On with the show.

It's a pity no one kept up
those vines.

Steve:
There hasn't been

a full-time groundskeeper
at Rose Red since Omicron Oil

fell off the Big Board
a quarter century ago.

I believe we're lingering
in the kitchen

because Joyce wants to tell you
about my Great-Aunt April.

- Go on, Joyce.
- Are you sure?

Sure I'm sure. That's what
we're here for, right?

Besides, it was all before
my time. Go on.

April was six years old
when she disappeared.

Her brother Adam was away
at boarding school.

Boarding school at eight?

It was Rimbauer's idea.

Ellen ranted and raved,
but John, at least this time,

put his foot down
and kept it down.

He didn't trust Rose Red
even then.

This was the last place
April was ever seen.

Sukeena stepped into the pantry
over there

for what she swore was no more
than 30 seconds.

When she came out...

April?

- April: I'm a little teapot...
- April, honey, where are you?

( April continues singing )

April?

( April screams )

Joyce: 50 men searched
the house and grounds.

They found nothing.

Not so much as a lock of hair

or a thread from her dress.

Steve: Great-grandfather
was convinced that

Sukeena had
something to do with it.

So he had her
taken downtown.

Ellen objected
in the strongest possible terms

but John respectfully declined
to listen.

( Ellen yelling )

Ellen, stop it!

Please, John!

Sukeena!

Sukeena was taken
to a small basement room

you can probably imagine,
and questioned for 50 hours.

No sleep, no food,
no bathroom breaks, no mercy.

I don't know.
She was gone.

I don't know.

Steve: In the end
she convinced them that

she didn't know anything
about April's disappearance.

But it cost her...

it cost her three teeth,
a broken nose and a broken wrist.

Eventually, Ellen's maid
was allowed to return home again.

The only home she had left.

Emery: So when do we get
to upstairs?

I heard that's where
the really weird stuff is.

Joyce:
No time like the present.

Come on, everybody.

Emery: I didn't notice
that one before.

Neither did I.

For the rest of the weekend
could you please remember

- who's running this expedition?
- Sure.

Nick, could you come here,
please?

If you could tie the end
of your rope to that pole,

it'll help us find
our way back.

Couldn't we just go back
and get the plans?

In this house, the plans
don't always mean a lot.

It's only a safety measure.

So follow me
and prepare to be amazed.

* I'm a little teapot *

* Short and stout *

* Here is my handle *

* Here is my spout *

* When I get all steamed up *

* Hear me shout... *

Joyce: Ellen called this
the perspective hallway.

It was her first major addition.

And no architect
designed it, either.

Cathy: She made it up herself?

Way to go, Ellen.

But she didn't.

Sister: Then who?

Sukeena.

- Emery: Her maid?
- Joyce: Her companion.

It's so wild.

Like something in a fun house.

It's making my stomach turn.

I guess they're pieces
built in perspective.

Camouflaging the real doors
was Great-Gram's idea.

She didn't want them
to spoil the illusion.

Bollinger!

Hey, Bollinger,
are you in there?

( wind blows )

Whoa.

Sister: Annie, no!

No!

You be quiet!

If you wanted this place
to wake up.

I'd say you've been successful
in that regard.

Cathy:
What was that? Who screamed?

Does she ever get assertive,
or does she always waffle like that?

She doesn't talk much,
but what she says, she means.

Yeah, I'll say.

In the mid '60s,
a team of scientists,

one of them a geologist,
spent time investigating Rose Red

and heard the house scream
several times.

They recorded a couple of them.

Although on tape they don't
sound very impressive.

What did they conclude?

That they were hearing the sound
of underground water,

perhaps amplified by
the old water drainage pipes

that run under this part
of Seattle.

Underground water?

People face with these sort
of phenomena

tend to protect
their belief systems ferociously.

This hallway was the last place
Ellen Rimbauer was ever seen.

They moved in
on January 15, 1909.

Ellen marked the occasion
each January 15th

by wearing the same white dress
she wore the day they arrived.

For many of those years
Ellen threw a party on January 15th

and everybody who was anybody
showed up...

politicians, hoodlums,
sports players, stars.

When the actress disappeared,
the parties stopped.

Finish telling us about
old Mrs. Rimbauer.

Joyce: She disappeared on
January 15, 1950.

She was 70.

Joyce: A maid saw her
and wished her good evening

and she swept by as if
she didn't even hear her.

And that was the last anyone
ever saw of her.

Come on.
Lots more to see.

Joyce:
This is the gymnasium.

Although the exercise equipment
is out of date...

Vic: This room demands
a particular form of exercise.

What? How... ?

Steve:
It's the mirror library.

It's not in the plans,
but I remember seeing it as a boy.

I was afraid to go in
because I thought I'd fall.

They're not in the plans?
How can they not be in the plans?

Cathy:
There's a camera.

( gasps )

Not good. Not good at all.

The property of Kevin Bollinger.

Oh, God. Mr. Bollinger!
Mr. Bollinger, are you here?

What's wrong?

I told you this might happen.
The lights will come back on.

In the meantime,
use your flashlights.

Steve: I think we should
go back downstairs.

Joyce:
Shh. Nonsense.

Oh, my... look.

Steve, roll tape, roll tape.

April: Annie...

Annie, no.

Annie, don't touch it.

Annie, no!

April: Annie, come here.

April: Come with me.

Stop her! Somebody's got
to stop her!

Are you okay?

Nick: How did you know
to do that?

I don't know. I just did it.

Here take it.
I don't want it.

Here. Give it to me.

Try and get some pictures.

Good pictures of them
being psychic.

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't know. I think it's
someone talking to Bollinger.

Yeah, I bet I know who.

Is Bollinger alive?
Can you tell?

He was when he dropped
this camera. Beyond that...

I don't know.

I think we ought to get
out of here, Joyce.

Okay, let's head downstairs.
Break time.

Thank God.

Vic: Wait. It's not the same.

The hallway.

- No, nonsense...
- Pam: No, he's right.

We should be going back
the way we came, but we're not.

- ( hammering )
- Cathy: What is that?

Steve, what's going on?

The building's started again.

You wanted to wake the place up.
Now you got what you wanted.

But who's building?
And what?

I don't know.

You're lying.

No, I'm not lying.

Is it too hard to remember?
Or too frightening to remember?

It's gone.
It stopped.

Then I suggest we go downstairs
before it starts again.

Annie, I need your help.

Now put your hand here

and push from here.

( rumbling )

Annie, what are you doing?

Joyce: Nick...

Nick: Not now, Joyce.

Sister: Annie!

That wasn't funny.

I know another way down
and there might be

something worth seeing
along the way.

Nick: Are you sure you
know the way?

Yes.

Oh my God.

''Oh my God'' is right.

Nick:
More camouflaged doors, Stevie?

Great-Gram was never above
using a good trick twice.

This was her little joke
on her husband's business life.

Did he get it?

I doubt it.
I don't even really get it.

Here's the real door
right here.

Just press right there.

Emery:
This house has everything,

but chow.

Joyce. It's this way.

Oh. Of course.
I knew that.

Better, Emery?

Than nothing I guess.

Too much mayo in the crabmeat.

Nick:
What do you want, big boy?

Bare-breasted nymphs
to kneel at your feet

and offer you delicacies
from silver platters?

Stop it right now.
Stop harassing me.

There's a difference between
joking and harassing.

Did you never learn that?

I learned plenty in high school,
believe me,

from guys like him. And you.

Joyce: Come on, give it a rest.

Emery I might be able
to provide you with something

you like better
in a little while.

Tell us about the actress,
Joyce.

I've always been a sucker
for celebrities.

Well, that's her,

on Ellen's wall of fame.

Deanna Petrie was
a fairly big star in the '40s.

Musical comedies mostly.

She could dance, sing a little,

and she was sexy as hell.

She was one of Ellen Rimbauer's
favorite guests

at her January 15th parties.

In 1946 she showed up

in what Hedda Hopper called
''the cocktail dress.''

It was what she was wearing
when she disappeared.

She spent most of the night,
here in the billiard room,

wowing the guests
with her many talents.

She left behind a single earring.
A maid found it the next day,

but there was no longer
a girl to go with it.

Deanna's disappearance
made Rose Red's reputation.

And now Annie,
if you've finished eating,

I have something to show you.

It's nice.

You'll like it.
I promise.

It's okay.

Go up, Annie.

Go up and see
what you find.

It's not dangerous,
is it?

No, not a bit.
Go on, Annie.

You okay, son?

Yeah, sure.
I'm fine.

Nick: Annie.

What in the world is it?

Whatever it is,
she likes it.

( whispers )

( organ music plays )

Cathy,
you were right.

- Revelation 12.
- Oh, yeah.

No corporal presence
in six centuries.

No psychic pulse.

Emery, are you thinking
of dressing for dinner?

You tell me.
Read my mind.

Annie, Glen Miller.

That doesn't work.

I tried it while I was setting up.
Sorry, Annie.

( doorbell chimes )

Ah!

Joyce?

It's all right.

( doorbell chimes )

Got three loaded
for Reardon.

Large, with
two six-packs of soda.

Yep, thank you.

Told you there might be
something you like better.

Loaded. Excellent.

( record plays )

Vic: Miss Asbury?

May I?

Okay.

Do this often?

Every chance we get?
How much?

Pizza guy: This is some place.
Is it haunted?

Emery: Yes, by the ghosts
of delivery men

who asked too many stupid questions
and never escaped.

This is unbelievable.
What are you doing to me?

She's terrific.

( whispers )

( Vic sings to himself )

Wouldn't think you'd need
a telemetry readout

- just to count heads.
- Not human ones certainly.

Oh.

I'm really worried
about Mr. Bollinger.

Don't bother.
He'll show up eventually.

I wish I could be as sure
of that as you seem to be.

By the way, where's Vic?

Vic: Right here.
Anyone care to dance?

Not me. I'm pooped.

Where have you been?

I lost my book.

Nick: Nice story time.

We've heard the one about
the actress.

Tell us about
Rimbauer's partner, Mr. Posey.

Remember that seance
I told you about?

Starring the famous gypsy
psychic, Cora Frye?

Joyce: Mm, yes.

That was 1914
and the war in Europe

was heating up
the American economy.

Omicron Oil was in clover.
Money was rolling in.

And John Rimbauer
was tired of sharing it.

So in October
of that same year

he gave Douglas Posey
the bum's rush.

Steve:
According to family legend,

Uncle Posey had a taste
for cowboys.

He liked chaps in chaps?

Was he into roping
or branding?

Probably
a little bit of both.

Joyce:
John Rimbauer bought him out

at distress sale prices.

He was told never to come
back to Rose Red, but he did.

Once and that was in 1915.
John was in Europe

and Adam and April
were at home with their mom.

( beeps )

Grand-dad never forgot Posey
tossing him that Tom Mix hat.

He wanted to keep it
and he threw a tantrum

when his mother tried
to take it away.

And the rose. He never forgot
April catching the rose.

Why did Posey wait
a year to do it?

And why here? Any ideas?

If you wanted answers,
you came to the wrong place.

Joyce:
Following the suicide,

John and Ellen kept Adam out
of Rose Red as much as possible.

As I told you,
he was at boarding school

when his sister disappeared.

He knew damn well that something
was very wrong here.

Even then.

Steve: The male descendants
in the Rimbauer line

mostly stayed clear
of the family manse.

I wasn't here more than
half a dozen times as a kid.

I got off on my own
just once, I was eight.

- Wait, I thought your father...
- My father hated this place.

He was afraid of it.

But it was my mother
who brought me.

I forgot until today.
Blocked it out, I suppose.

Nick reminded me.

She probably couldn't find
a babysitter.

Sister:
What was she looking for?

Steve:
Antiques, loot...

I think she was drunk.
That's my memory of it.

She so often was
in those days.

( whispers )

I know she and Dad were broke.
After we lost the oil company,

it's been a family disease,
broke-itis.

Nick: While your mother
was treasure hunting,

you got lost?

Yeah, I mean it was
no big deal...

You were upstairs before
you realized how lost you were.

One floor above
the mirror library.

Or was it three floors? Or 10?

Because when this place gets
going, when it feels lively,

when it has energy
to draw on,

Rose Red can make itself
as big as it wants, can't it?

Finally you got to the top.

and that's where...

( rumbling )

Oh my God.

Joyce:
What is it? Do you know?

It's a cluster manifestation

with rising elements,
like an earthquake!

Pam: It's the house!
It's coming alive!

How many are there?
Can you tell?

Damn this thing!

I'm not so sure
there is anyone here!

I know it sounds crazy, but...

Vic: Be gone!

Aaaah!

Annie,
don't touch it.

( soft music playing )

( gasps )

- Go.
- April: Annie.

Go ahead.

Go.

April: Annie, come.

I'd advise none of you
to go wandering tonight.

- You'd agree, wouldn't you, Steve?
- As a matter of fact, I would.

Pam:
If you're quiet,

if you listen,

you can hear
houses breathe.

Sometimes,
in the depth of the night,

you can hear them groan,

as if they were
having bad dreams.

Could I ask you something?

Of course, Emery.

Will... will you come
to bed with me?

Look,
isn't that your mom?

Emery:
That's not my mother.

That's just an old...

Pam?

What are you doing?

Say cheese!

Say cheese, Emmy!

Oh man!

Five grand wasn't enough, Ma.
Not at all.

20 wouldn't
have been enough.

- Ah!
- Voh-doh-dee-oh-doh.

Want to get it on?

We've got all night,
Emery.

- We've got forever.
- You're not there!

- No there!
- But I am.

I'm your girl.

I'm your dream girl.

Not there. Not there.

Not there. Not there!

( whispering )

( clock chiming )

( snoring )

( rumbling )

- Say cheese!
- ( gasps )

( knocking on door )

- Who is it?
- Cathy.

Come on. Hurry up!

What is it?

It's Steve.
He's found something amazing.

- It explains so much.
- Explains what?

What are you talking about?

( April whispering )
Annie.

Annie:
* There's a summer place *

* Where it may rain or storm *

* Yet I am safe and warm... *

Annie,

turn the record player off.
Dad'll be pissed.

* Reach out *

* To me *

* There're no gloomy skies *

* When seen through the eyes *

* Of those who are blessed *

* With love. *

Sister: What is it?

Did you open that?

If you opened it,
close it.

I can't sleep
with the closet door open.

I'm afraid of the bogeyman,
aren't you?

No... ogeyman.

- No bogeyman?
- Og...

Ogey-lady.

Bogey-lady?

Annie: Night-night.

You are going
to get it now!

( both laughing )

We're sorry, your call
cannot be completed as dialed.

Just pay your bill
and kiss my ass!

- No luck?
- No.

My mother
is going to go crazy.

It's not a very long trip for her,
even at the best of times.

- I'm sorry about that.
- Yeah, well...

I'm thinking of getting out of here
before she shows up.

I get very tired of her...
showing up.

Also, Rimbauer
gets on my nerves.

Joyce too, actually.
''If you look to your left,

you will see the ghost of
April Rimbauer and Douglas Posey.

Don't worry,
they're perfectly harmless.''

And you know what? Underneath
that phoney tour guide shtick,

she is as crazy as the Red Queen.
''Off with their heads.''

And that creepy kid
with that creepy doll...

She's... nuts too.
Rimbauer is just smart ass du jour.

What's this?
Your shrink routine?

Just get it off
your chest.

A dead cell, isn't that
what Joyce called it?

You want
to know about dead?

I had a dead movie star
in bed with me last night.

- Deanna Petrie?
- Yeah.

It didn't last long
but it was a very...

physical manifestation.

I'm getting tired
of Rose Red's little tricks.

If Joyce wants
some of her $5,000 back,

I'll just see her in court.

If my mother doesn't hear
from me soon,

she is really
going to go nuclear.

- Operator: ...And try again...
- I will not try again later!

( humming )

Good morning, Annie.

All right, then.

Good morning, Steve.

Ah, good morning.

- Is that Annie?
- Annie it is.

Would you like some eggs?
It would be a pleasure.

No, thanks.

- Have you seen Joyce?
- Yes, fiddling with her equipment.

Looking as if she last had
a good night's sleep circa 1972.

I'd tread carefully
if I were you.

- She's crabby, huh?
- Very.

The video was cloudy,
the audio garbled,

no recorded telemetry
of any use.

What's that?

That's the wine cellar.
Isn't it marvelous?

The door was open
when I came down this morning.

- Haven't you seen it before?
- No.

Rose Red
hasn't just woken up.

It's become
the House & Garden version

of Frankenstein's monster.

- Steve: That's ridiculous.
- Nick: Is it?

Listen.

( hammering and sawing )

- Have you heard much of that?
- Enough to worry me.

And Bollinger's persistent
non-appearance worries me too.

You would think, if he were
still here... here and alive...

that we'd have run into him
by now, wouldn't you?

I don't know.

And the longer we go without
reporting his disappearance,

the more peculiar
our position becomes

if he turns up dead
or if he doesn't turn up at all.

( blows on the bottle )

Dom Perignon 1 949.
It's a very good year.

In my experience,
they're all good years.

What goes better with
scrambled eggs than champagne?

Pull the cork, Steve.

Will you wet your whistle?

It's a little early for me.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Mmm...

You know this place
is feeding off us.

And although I'm sure
it finds us all rather tasty,

its primary sources
of nourishment are little Annie

- and you.
- Me?

I don't have a telepathic bone
in my body.

I don't know what you were
before you came here,

but I know now that you are
a powerful psychic transmitter

operating on Rose Red's
wavelength.

It almost had you once.

It wants you back.

- It wants Annie too.
- You're crazy.

Crazy?

Maybe.

But I vouch
that Joyce is crazier,

and she means to have her proof,
even if someone has to die for it.

- You're wrong.
- Really?

Let's ask Mr. Bollinger
if we meet him again.

What are you doing?

Trying to make sure Miller
actually sent Bollinger here.

If he did, I'll call the police
and report him missing.

- Joyce won't like that.
- According to you,

she's not
very happy anyway.

( humming )

( vacuum roaring )

Professor, what are you doing
here on a Saturday morning?

Minding my business,
as I hope you will yours.

( voice on answering machine )

Ah! Who locked this door?

Janitor: I imagine
you locked it yourself,

it being your office.

You must have the number.
It's your cell phone.

Will you talk to him
if he calls back?

- I'd be delighted.
- Thanks.

Steve's voice:
Guess who'll be the cover boy

on next week's paper?
You have a nice day.

( machine beeps )

Damn you!

- Recording: ...received at 8:42 a.m.
- ( machine beeps )

Steve's voice:
This is Steven Rimbauer again.

I need to talk to you
about Kevin Bollinger.

He slit his wrists
and wrote your name on the wall

in his own blood
before he died.

And Joyce suggests you come out here
before we call the police.

Maybe we can work out
a way to minimize this scandal,

but it's imperative you come
the second you get this message.

Recording:
End of message.

You have no more
new messages.

Have a nice day,
Professor.

( humming )

Good morning, Annie.

Good morning, Annie.

Good morning, Annie.

Good morning, Annie.

Good morning.

Steve.

Good morning, Steve.

Good morning, Steve.

Steve: Right.

Wow...

knock yourself out.

That's pretty good.

( Glen Miller music playing )

She can also bend spoons,

turn on the lights,
and set off car alarms.

Jeez.

- I got babies.
- Steve: Yes,

very nice babies.

I got Adam...

I got April.

She never talks to strangers.
I'm impressed.

In fact, I'm stunned.

Well, I've never heard Glen Miller
playing out of a flower before.

Steve: You're... you're Rachel?

- That's right, isn't it?
- Yeah...

most people call me
Sister or Sissy, for short.

I think I prefer Rachel.

So this is a very big deal
for Joyce, right?

The biggest.
Because of all the disappearances,

Rose Red is a white whale
in the field of psychic research.

And now that Miller's
gotten her tenure revoked,

it's even more important.

If Joyce comes back with
proof of paranormal activity,

she'll be okay. If not...

I had no idea things
were so dire for her.

Sister: She's paying
me a great deal of money...

paying Annie, I should say.

- I wonder if she can afford it.
- I wonder too.

You really don't know?

Forgive me, but I thought you two

- were closer than that.
- In some ways, we are.

In other ways, we're not
even in the same neighborhood.

Tell me about her.

She's 15.

She's autistic.
She loves a summer place.

She loves big bands.

She's also telepathic
and psychokinetic...

which are probably the least
important things about her.

- Can I show you something?
- Sure.

Everything was dead
at this end of the room yesterday.

The house is coming to life.
We all feel it.

Maybe, but the house didn't do this.

Annie did.

It's the other side
of what she is.

It's not all frozen pipes
and falling stones.

When I look at her,
I don't see ruin.

I see roses.

When Annie was five,
a dog bit her.

- ( dog barking )
- Ah! Annie, make him go away!

Annie! Make him stop!

Make him go away!

Woman:
What happened? Oh my God.

He bit her!
Your dog bit my sister.

Woman: Oh my God.
Buddy, get back in the house!

I'm so sorry.

He's never done this before.
He's never bitten anyone.

I'm so sorry.
We'll take care of that.

It'll be all right.
It'll be just fine.

Everything is going to be just fine.

Man: Sister, look at this.

Sister,

I got Baby!

Sister: Stones from the sky.

And they all just
fell on the Stanton's house.

Nowhere else on the street.

It was the dog that hurt her,

and the dog had
been destroyed, but...

Annie didn't understand that.

- Sister: Stop it.
- Answer me! Are you proud of this?

- Oh, stop it, Daddy.
- I'm not gonna stop it!

Come on,
how could you be so stupid?

How could you let a reporter
get a hold of Annie's drawings?

Sister: Annie came in while
I was arguing with my father, and...

well...

You could say she launched a protest.

( rattling )

Sister: She froze
all the water in the house.

She's a big time telekinetic

and that's all Joyce cares about.

- Joyce is...
- No!

No, I... thank you.

I do understand.

I think even Annie understands
why we're here, in her own way.

But for me,

the thing that's
important about Annie,

all that's important
about Annie...

is that she responds
to love with love.

There has to be a place

for the Annies of the world.

Steve: It would be nice to think so,

but the world isn't
always fair. That's all.

I know it.

I understand.

For the lamb shall feed
and lead them

unto living fountains of waters...

We must drink from the grape,

and not the grain.

Maybe later.

You sure?

Could we...?

What is she thinking?
Any idea at all?

Not the slightest.

Miss Asbury,
you look lovely this morning.

Vic: If only I'd have known,

I'd have dressed
for the occasion.

( crying )

What's wrong?

Vic: Ms. Asbury?
Pam?

It's not much further.

( grunts )

( honks horn )

Who are you?

I might ask you
the same thing.

Patricia Waterman,
Emery's mother.

Carl Miller,
Professor Miller.

Nice to meet you.
Are you going in there?

- I'm afraid so.
- Good. I've come to get my boy.

Get the gate, would ya?

Come on!

Put your back into it!

( starts engine )

- What is it you found?
- Something amazing,

it explains so much.

- Maybe we should tell the others.
- We will,

but I wanted
to show you first.

( whispering )

Dastardly bitch!

Em?

Emery!

What is wrong with you?
Look what you've done to my car.

Emery!
Come back!

Patricia: Emery!

Woman! Could we exchange
insurance information?

Where are you?
Woman!

Patricia: Emers!

Emery!

Not there. Not there.
Not there.

( whispering )

( beeping )

Emery!

Emery!

Emery, what's wrong?

Stop running!

Let me help!

Pam?

Pam?

Woman!

Where are you?

Pam?

Be not afraid,
only believe.

Be not afraid,
only believe.

Where am I?

Patricia: Emery!

Emery!

Oh my God.

It is her.

Woman!

Where are you?

Emery!

Emers!

Is that you?

Emery!

Vic: Only believe.

( panting )

I don't believe.

( stone cracking )

I don't believe.

No!

Emery!

Help me, Mommy,
I'm so scared.

- Emers.
- Help me.

( screams )

Mrs. Waterman?

Where are you?

( whispering )

( sighs )

Vic: Somebody, help me!
She's alive!

Please help.

Not there. Not there

Not there.

I don't want to go!

Open the window.

- Let me in!
- Emery: Not there.

Emery?

I'm having a heart attack!

Call 911.

Not by the hair
on my chinny-chin-chin.

- Vic: Call 911 .
- Not there.

Not there. Not there.
Not there...

Emery, look at me!

Please,

look at me!
I'm...

for God's sake,
open the window!

Emery: Not there,
not Mommy, not Vic,

not the actress,
not anyone, not there...

Not there. Not there.

( gasping )

Emery: Not there,
not there in my hair,

foul or fair,
don't you dare,

no one there,
peach or pear,

no one there, in my hair,
foul or fair...

Don't you dare,
no one there...

- What's going on?
- No one there...

Vic!

He came to you for help,

and you turned
your back on him.

What the hell's going on?

Oh God.

Sir, pardon me, sir?

Yes?

Are you here for Mr. Bollinger?

- Is he here?
- Yes...

waiting for you
in the solarium.

If you're Professor Miller,
that is.

He's all right?
He's not hurt or...?

I believe he's impatient
to go home, sir,

but otherwise
he seems quite well.

It's Rimbauer.

What is going on?

I'm sure I cannot say, sir.

Ms. Reardon's body seems
rather rambunctious.

Does it indeed?

Take me to Bollinger.

Right away, sir.

How did I get up here?

( whispering )

Miller: Will you slow down?

Where are you going?

Hello?

Ma'am!

Where are you?

( whispering )

( beeping continues )

( giggles )

( screaming )

( whispering )

( whispering )