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Operator, yes, collect call, please.
Collect to Elizabeth Sayers, Los Angeles, KL68937.
Thank you.
Martha Sayers.
Oh, please hurry.
Please.
She has to be there.
She told me she'd be there.
She has to.
Elizabeth.
Elizabeth.
Elizabeth!
JOHN: She ain't home.
She told me she'd be here.
You her sister?
Yes.
She just went to the store.
Asked me to give you a key.
No.
Please, no.
[scream]
[police sirens]
John What's going on?
It's your sister, Miss Sayers.
She's gone crazy in there.
Screamed and locked the door.
I tried all the doors and windows.
They're all locked.
Excuse me, please.
Martha.
Martha, it's me, Elizabeth.
Open the door, please.
Can you break it in?
But you can't really argue with the coroner's report Miss
Sayers.
Lieutenant, my sister did not commit suicide.
She had no reason to kill herself.
She was happier than she's been in years.
But no one could have gotten into the house.
The doors and the windows were all locked from the inside.
She did not commit suicide.
Why would she catch a plane for Massachusetts,
hire a car at the airport, and drive all the way
to my house to kill herself?
Well, there's no rationale with suicide, Miss Sayers.
I understand how upset you but--
No.
You don't understand anything.
If she was going to kill herself,
there were worse times, like when our parents died
when we were separated by different schools
hundreds of miles apart.
But not now.
But you did admit that she was a melancholy girl.
That she was lonely.
Well, you hardly saw her during the past few years.
Then ask her friends at school.
We did.
Did you try her ex-roommate, Lucy Dembrow?
Do you really think she would make that much difference?
Yes.
She was her roommate for two years, she know Martha.
OK, Miss Sayers, we went to Miss Lucy Dembrow
in Massachusetts, and to some of the other classmates
at the Academy, and the headmistress.
No one could give us any further information.
I can't accept that.
Well, there just isn't enough evidence for us
to pursue it any further.
I'm sorry, but the case is closed.
Not for me, it isn't.
I just, uh, I couldn't fly in for the funeral.
I mean, there was no warning.
None.
I told the police when they called that everything
was fine, I mean, just great.
Martha was busy and working.
So was I. If you don't like the sherry,
I can round up some Vodka.
No, please don't worry about it.
I don't drink much.
I just grabbed this little place right after graduation.
I sure hope my guardian sings for the loot.
Lucy, didn't Martha keep a diary or anything like that?
Oh, you know her better than that.
No memories for her.
Life was now.
Well, something was going very wrong.
It had to be.
Nothing I know of.
Sure you wouldn't like some vodka?
No, thank you.
She wasn't upset, or anxious, or anything?
Well, anxious, maybe.
About our graduation, and you and her getting your own place,
and finally being together.
Nothing else?
Like what?
Someone, something at the school maybe.
It has to be something there.
No.
It had to be something that happened at the academy.
I would know if there was anything else.
No, I'm telling you, no.
I'm going there.
Well, you won't find anything.
Nothing.
Nothing.
I've got to try.
You won't tell anyone you saw me?
Or that you talked to me, promise me?
Do you understand, to no one?
I'm-- I'm sorry.
Martha's death and everything.
Please forgive me.
Yes, of course.
Hi.
I'm Roberta Lockhart.
We're the welcoming committee from your class.
Now, the dragon lady had us memorize
a short welcoming speech.
I'm afraid it would make you throw up.
I'm Elizabeth Morgan.
We know.
We've been expecting you.
This is Debbie Jones.
Hi.
And that's Jody Keller.
Hi.
Hi.
Jody, why don't you get the bag.
OK.
The dragon lady wanted us to show you around to see that you
were fed, housed, settled, made to feel like one of us
within 15 minutes of your arrival.
How are we doing?
I feel at home already.
That's good.
The dragon lady said--
Does the dragon lady have another name?
Headmistress.
She is a bad painter, a worse sculptress,
and a lousy musician.
She's a perfect headmistress for an Academy of Fine Arts.
Those who can, do.
Those who can't, teach.
But this place has a marvelous reputation.
Hey, listen, a lot of the professors are super.
Really super.
Jody's got a crush on the head of the Fine Arts Department.
We all do.
It's a school hobby.
Uh-huh, if you like that sort of thing.
Puligny-Montrachet, '69.
She does not speak French.
She just reads labels very well.
To our new friend.
Take a big swallow, because you're going
to need it for the dragon lady.
Cheers.
We, here at Salem Academy, feel that girls of good breeding
are more easily groomed into young ladies
of culture and refinement.
We do have our traditions here.
But then I suppose, like most traditions,
they're meant to be broken.
Not all of them.
Oh, good, I'm so pleased to hear you say that.
I don't know, it seems to me that so many young people
today, especially in the arts, tend
to have little regard for traditional techniques
or classic forms.
Picasso was a realist painter before he was an impressionist.
It's a lovely reference, my dear.
Now this academy has its own tradition.
Under different names, it has been here in this very place
for over 300 years.
Well, Elizabeth, I realize that you must be very
tired after your long trip.
But since you enrolled after the quarter began,
I think it would be wise for you to start your classes today.
Thank you for accepting me.
Only because you qualify.
Now, I want you to have one of these.
Since we're some distance from the main power lines,
we often have quite erratic and exasperating
electrical failures.
Nothing to be frightened of.
You just keep that in your room.
Usually the blackouts last only a short time.
Now here's your curriculum, and this is, uh,
your list of classes for today.
Professor Clampett, Graphic and Fine Arts.
Professor Delacroix, Behavioral Psychology.
Yes, I think you'll find them very interesting.
Both of them, very interesting.
Good luck, Elizabeth.
I hope you'll find Salem Academy as rewarding as I
did when I was a student here.
Thank you.
[phone ringing]
Mrs. Williams speaking.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes, the new girl just arrived.
CLAMPETT: So if the illusion and reality are different,
they're also very much the same.
What we think we see is as real as what we actually see.
Example, optical illusion.
How many see the squares coming out from the canvas?
Projecting of hands.
Right.
How many see the opposite, the boxes going into the canvas?
OK.
Now what I'm going to do on signal, I'll clap my hands,
you'll blink your eyes and then stare right into the drawing.
And those of you who see the reverse of the image,
you just raise your hands.
All right, ready?
Blink.
OK, now stare at that canvas.
Hands?
Yeah.
Good.
Good.
For everybody but our new classmate
who's obviously concentrating.
I'm sorry.
I guess I wasn't concentrating.
No, I think you were concentrating on something
and, therefore, locked into your mind
the very first image you saw.
You have to let your mind hang loose.
But I did blink my eyes.
Not your mind.
The artist has to be free to see things in different ways,
to dare to see things unlike anyone
has ever seen them before.
Now let's look at some of our own masterpieces.
We have Roberta's landscape, which is still rather obvious,
but I'm sure she'll see more as she develops.
And Debbie's gloomy view.
I hope she brightens things up a bit when she goes back to work,
or when she finds a new boyfriend.
All right, just remember, everything is illusion
and reality, except for the grade
you get at the end of the term.
Until then, condemn nothing.
Embrace everything.
You hang loose.
OK.
See you tonight.
Hey, this is over.
Come on.
Debbie.
I liked your painting.
You're the only one who does.
The girl in it.
She's very pretty.
Is she a student here?
Why?
Martha Sayers.
She's dead now.
Oh, were you very close?
Not really.
I just thought that she--
What?
Fitted into that room.
You ready for round two?
Yeah, what's our next class.
Rats.
DELACROIX: You'll see that the eating cycle of the rodents
will become more intense.
They'll work harder and fight harder
to get food that sometimes will be where they expected,
and sometimes it will not.
We'll teach them that the food is always behind the red door.
And when they have that well-learned,
we'll take the food away and put it behind the white door.
And when they learn that, we'll switch again.
And again, and again.
To what end?
Roberta.
To frustrate it.
Drive it crazy.
Why would I want to do?
Debbie.
I don't know.
Of course not.
I might as well ask the rodents than ask you.
Elizabeth, what's the purpose of this experiment?
To make them pass it.
And why would we want to do that?
So that they're not able to fight back again.
Exactly.
[school bell ringing]
So that the mind can be broken to any level by manipulation.
And locked on that level to make it
believe what we want, to act as we wish.
Dismissed.
So then, when you step on its tail, it squeaks.
Eek.
But then when you step on his head, it doesn't squeak.
Can you tell me the point of that tail.
Or, on the other hand, don't forget
to close the white door when you-- when you-- [screaming]
Debbie.
She's still very hot.
The doctor should be here soon.
Debbie.
We should've told the headmistress
to notify her family.
I know, we can't.
Why not?
She doesn't have any parents.
She's only got a guardian.
He's somewhere in Europe.
Hi.
Debbie, the doctor will be here soon.
Well, what for?
I don't need a doctor.
Have you had this before?
Had what?
Don't you remember coming out of the psych class
and suddenly screaming?
Like you were in some terrible pain.
I don't feel any pain.
Hey, what time is it?
6:30.
I'm going to wash my face.
I don't want to be late for Dr. Clampett's wine party.
I'm going to get some more.
But you can't just dismiss that we saw it happen.
I'm not just dismissing it.
I just hate to feed something like this
on such flimsy evidence.
Look, we're not asking you to judge Professor Delacroix, just
talk to him about his class.
About why he's so hard on Debbie.
Then you draw your own conclusions.
And what if I draw none.
Then we'll have to drop it.
Unless--
Unless what?
Unless something else happens.
Well, let's just wait and see if something else happens,
if it ever does.
Where's Jody?
She promised to come.
She's still doing office duty for the dragon.
Oh.
You needn't watch the clock, my dear.
I'll let you know when your time is up.
Yes, ma'am.
How is Debbie?
She's fine now.
Jody, have you been aware of any unusual conduct
in your teachers or your classmates,
I mean, other than Debbie's outburst?
No, ma'am.
If that's the doctor, if that's the doctor,
tell him I still want him to come over.
Salem Academy.
Yes, sir.
Yes.
Yes, sir.
It's the Boston police.
Lucy Debrow committed suicide.
That's two of us.
Debbie?
Are you awake?
Were you asleep?
No.
I couldn't sleep, I hope you don't mind.
No, I don't mind.
I didn't know her, but that girl's suicide
really shook me up.
Lucy?
Hmm.
Lucy was nice.
She was really nice.
At the party you said that makes two of us.
Martha, Martha Sayers.
She committed suicide, too.
Isn't that the girl in your painting?
What do you think made them do it?
I don't know.
It's like they were rats in Delacroix's maze.
Maybe we all are.
I wish those lights would come on again.
I meant what I said about your painting.
I really do like it.
But that Martha girl seems scared to death in it.
I paint what I feel.
What is she so scared of?
I don't know.
Was it that room?
Something in it maybe?
Where is that room, Debbie?
It's so strange.
It's so cold and dark.
It looks like a dungeon.
It's like it was a memory.
It's like it was a room I saw a long, long time ago.
Do you know where?
Here.
Here.
I'm almost sure.
I am sure.
It was right here in this building.
Well, I'd better let you get some sleep.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
[thump] [crash]
[scream]
Debbie.
It's Elizabeth.
Debbie.
It's Elizabeth, please.
What's the matter?
The room in your painting, I found it.
No.
No.
No, I invented that room.
It's identical.
I have never, never seen a room like that, never.
What are you so afraid of?
I'm not afraid.
Tell me, please.
Nothing.
Nothing.
I didn't have anything to do with it.
What?
Nothing, now get out of my room.
What's going on?
I told her that I found the room in her painting.
It's in the cellar of this building.
So?
Well, she's terrified of something in the painting.
Or something she thinks is in that painting.
Look, Elizabeth, she's a very emotional girl.
You saw that.
And there's some creepy legend about a bunch
of people who were killed in a cellar around
here a long time ago.
How is it supposed to have happened?
Well, they say during the Salem witch trials,
they were eight young women who were accused of witchcraft,
then hung in one of the cellars.
Yeah, but look, all these old houses have cellars.
It could've been any one of them.
I'm going to bed.
It's a good idea for all of us.
Roberta, there was someone in that room tonight.
I saw him.
ROBERTA: For god's sake, don't tell Debbie.
DELACROIX: Some rodents break under the pressure.
So do others later, but without exception, all
are driven to various forms of disorientation,
a kind of random wild action that humans
might call psychotic behavior.
Now the subjects are in abject terror.
Let's examine what they're afraid of.
Roberta.
Well, it looks like they're more mad than scared to me.
It's that terror that motivates their anger.
The same is true with human beings.
We're all apt to react more strongly to terror
than any other emotion.
To react violently, even to kill out of terror.
But don't let this experiment fool you.
Humans don't show their terror as do rodents,
running and screeching.
Sometimes terror can break down all the fibers of resistance,
so the complete passivity takes over.
And human reaction, though passive,
is most dangerous in this state of terror.
Elizabeth, what have you gotten out of this experiment so far?
Well, I'm not really sure.
Do you want us to recognize the terror element
or the motivation to violence?
Jody.
Beats me.
I'm more lost than the rodents are.
I wonder if Debbie is taking this experiment
as lightly as you do.
[school bell ringing]
We'll continue tomorrow.
Boy, is he weird.
Yeah, and he's weirder every day, too.
Somebody ought to really talk to the dragon lady about it.
See you later.
Yeah.
I wonder what he meant about Debbie?
Beats me.
Roberta.
Uh-hmm.
I think it was Professor Delacroix that I
saw the cellar last night.
What makes you think it was him?
That basement, the wine cellar, that room,
it's all like his rat maze.
Maybe we'd better look at it again.
We could go down there tonight after everybody's
gone to sleep.
What if I'm wrong?
That's not what scares me.
What if you're right?
Roberta?
Yeah.
You ready?
[door closing]
You ever been down here before?
Once.
We looked for props to use in a play.
It's back here.
I never saw a door like that before.
That's how they made them, hundreds of years ago.
Come on.
Oh.
Oh.
[knocking]
What's the meaning of this after hours.
You know the rules.
Debbie's dead.
What?
We found her body in the cellar.
But how?
We don't know.
It looks like she committed suicide.
Oh.
Oh, dear god.
I'll have to call the sheriff.
Hello, this is Mrs. Williams, the headmistress
the Salem Academy.
We need you right away.
Please hurry.
Yes.
Thank you.
They'll locate the sheriff as quickly as possible.
What do we do about Debbie?
I'll ask Dr. Clampett to lock the cellar door
and wait for the Sheriff.
And I want you to promise me to say
nothing to the rest of the girls until after the Sheriff
arrives.
I don't want a panic in the middle of the night.
Yes, ma'am.
Poor Debbie.
And Lucy Danbrow and that Sayers girl?
Oh, come on, Roberta, you can't believe
they all committed suicide.
Well, it would be one hell of a coincidence.
It sure would.
Three girls from the same school?
No, they were murdered.
Or at least driven to do what they did.
You mean like the rats in the maze?
I'd bet my life on it.
What do you know about Delacroix?
Not much.
But his personnel reports are in those cabinets.
The dragon lady keeps them on everybody.
Let's take a look.
Come on.
Dela-- Wait a minute.
It's gone.
All right.
Now let's look for Lucy Dembrow and Martha Sayers.
What for?
Just a hunch.
No file on Martha Sayers.
Lucy Dembrow's gone, too.
Maybe she took them out after they died.
Let's look for Debbie Jones.
It's gone.
But the headmistress didn't know she was dead until just
now.
She wouldn't take them out of here
just to hide them someplace else.
That doesn't make any sense.
She probably doesn't even know they're gone.
Let's check out Delacroix's lab.
Shouldn't we wait for the Sheriff?
It might be too late.
OK.
I tell you one thing, I'm checking out of here
first thing in the morning.
What's the matter?
I've just thought of another one of your great coincidences,
something all three girls had in common.
What?
They all of them had no one to help them.
All their parents are dead.
Elizabeth, so are mine, but you don't
see me killing myself over it.
Come on.
Dembrow, Sayers, Jo-- you were right.
Oh, Roberta, look.
They're all dead.
DELACROIX: They were slaughtered.
They were slaughtered.
I know why you came here.
I know who sent you.
But it won't stop me.
It won't silence me.
It killed them the way it wants to kill me.
Who?
Who killed them?
It wasn't a person.
You know it wasn't a person.
Not me.
I won't give in, not ever.
[scream]
[scream]
What the devil's going on?
Thank god it's you.
Delacroix was in his lab.
He's killed all his animals.
He's gone crazy.
He thinks somebody's after him.
Where is he now?
He ran toward the woods.
I'll try to stop him.
No, he's got a gun.
Wait for the police.
They're on their way.
Mrs. Williams told me.
I took care of Debbie.
Now look, if they see him with a gun, they might shoot him.
Maybe he'll listen to me.
You two wait here and don't scare the other girls.
Wait right here.
Jody, Jody.
Help me.
Jody.
Help me.
Please.
Please.
I'll never go back there again, please.
Please let me out.
I won't tell.
Please let me go.
Let me out.
I won't tell.
I'm worried about Dr. Clampett.
Don't worry about him.
He can take care of himself.
Yeah, he's something else.
I've never met anybody like him.
You never will.
For all of us in school, and especially
those of us without parents, he's
fulfilled a very special need.
We can't just stay here and do nothing.
We're doing exactly what he wanted us to do.
I always do that.
Sounds to me like you're in love.
Maybe.
A very special kind of love.
See, when I first came to the Academy, I was really lost.
He gave me confidence in myself.
He gave me a belief in my own--
Ability?
I was thinking of the word, power.
Power?
To do what?
Not that kind of power.
Power to live.
Power to never feel vulnerable again.
Never feel like you're life is right on the edge
of being wiped out.
And if it were, nobody would care.
Nobody would give a damn.
He gave you all that?
And more.
He can't help you if you fight him.
He can't help you if you resist him.
Who wants to fight him?
Right now, I could use all the help I can get.
Well, I guess it was easier for you.
You had parents and a family.
No, all I had was a sister.
And she's gone now.
My real name is Sayers.
Martha Sayers was my sister.
You see, I never really believed that she committed suicide.
That's why I came here.
When she was here, Dr. Clampett tried to help her.
She wouldn't listen to him.
You know, I think we're getting very
close to finding out what really happened
to her, and Lucy, and Debbie.
I hope so, Elizabeth.
I really do.
I couldn't find him.
He got away.
The police?
I don't know what's keeping them,
but he could come back here looking for you two.
Maybe he always knew that Elizabeth
was Martha Sayers' sister.
I'm sorry.
I should have told you before.
I just didn't know who to trust.
I understand.
I don't want you here or in your rooms.
That's the first place he'd look.
Up to my classroom.
Lock the doors, draw the blinds, and don't let anyone in.
Oh, no.
I'll get the lamp.
Aaah.
It would be best to clear the girls out
of here for the night.
Why?
What are you going to do?
Just clear the school.
No.
No, I won't let you do any more.
I don't know why I let you do what you've done,
but it's over now.
It's all over.
Oh, please.
Please.
Don't make me do any more.
Please.
Jessica.
Yes, Dr. Clampett?
You'll do as you're told.
Yes, Dr. Clampett.
You'll tell them and the rest of the staff
it's because of the power failure.
Yes.
And tell them the power company has
notified us that it can't be restored,
and it would be dangerous.
I want everybody out.
Yes.
Whatever you say.
It won't be long now.
It's almost over.
The bus is full, ladies.
Try the mini bus.
[inaudible]
Come on, keep moving.
STUDENT: Professor?
Why can't we take our own cars?
Dragon lady's orders.
Doesn't want any of you pure in heart going out
and making clandestine rendezvous.
And don't you dare tell that battle
axe I called her a dragon lady.
No, it's our secret forever.
Yes, forever.
Oh, by the way, Professor Jenkins
said to tell you according to register,
there's still eight girls here.
All right, tell him I'll transport them
along with the headmistress.
All right?
All right, Rudy.
[horns honking]
What's this?
It sounds like some cars.
The police.
Hey, they'll come in.
Dr. Clampett said to stay here.
I'm not waiting.
Elizabeth, wait.
Elizabeth.
Wait.
Wait.
[scream]
Elizabeth.
Where have you been?
I've been looking all--
Delacroix, he's dead.
What?
In my car.
I found him in my car.
Where are the police?
What's happened to them?
Come on, we'll call them again.
Mrs. Williams?
Mrs. Williams, Professor Delacroix's dead.
He's been murdered.
The headmistress isn't here right now.
She told me to wait for her.
She's going to punish me.
I know she is.
But she's wrong.
It's a lie.
Somebody told her a lie about me.
I wasn't in that room.
I would never go down there.
What's wrong with her?
Did you tell her?
I'll bet you were the ones who told
her I went down to that room.
Listen, forget her.
Get the police.
Hey, what are you doing?
You can't use that phone.
Miss Abigail doesn't let anybody use that phone.
Operator?
I can't get anybody.
The phones must be out, too.
Everybody's gone.
I saw them leave.
What are you talking about?
All the buses.
They were head toward town.
Roberta, I think we're the only ones here.
You'd better get out of this office.
Miss Abigail will give you demerits
if she catches you here.
Where's your car?
The keys are gone.
Somebody took them.
Look, we could walk to the highway
and hitch a ride into town.
No, that's a long way in the dark.
It's better than staying here with her.
Yeah, and whoever killed Professor Delacroix.
I wish we had a gun or something.
Did she keep one?
Let's find out.
What are you doing?
Miss Abigail will throw you out of school.
She'll be back any minute.
Wait a minute.
There's one in the basement.
When I was down there looking for props,
there was one in a steel cabinet in the basement.
Are you sure?
Yeah, one of the maintenance men kept it there, I think.
A gun and a couple of rifles.
No, you can't go down there.
No, you can't go down there.
That's why I'm in trouble.
Miss Abigail doesn't let anybody go down there.
OK, what do you say?
Is it the highway, or do we try for the gun?
Let's get the gun.
No, please, please.
Don't go down there.
She'll think I sent you.
Please don't go down there.
Please.
Listen, you just stay here.
And we'll tell her that you didn't have
anything to do with it, OK?
OK.
You tell her I was never in that room.
I'll tell her any damn thing you please, just stay put.
But he'll find out.
Miss Abigail will tell him.
She always tells him everything.
Where is it?
On the wall.
There's a key taped to the top on it.
I got it.
The rifles are gone.
The revolver?
I don't know, I'll look.
It's empty.
Hold it.
You know how to use that thing?
Yeah, I was brought up on a farm.
My father had these around the whole time.
[door creaking]
Come on, let's get out of here.
Wait.
It could be one of the girls.
We've got to see.
OK.
Walk to one side in case I have to use this thing.
There's a light.
We've waited for you, Elizabeth.
Look around you.
Eight of my girls died here.
Eight, all unwanted, like you.
Like all of them.
I have waited too long.
Now I have found eight to take their place.
And like them, abandoned once again.
It's no coincidence that we don't have families, Elizabeth.
He wanted it that way.
It has to be that way.
Jody, Roberta, who do you think he is?
We know.
Malleus Maleficarum, the hammer of witches.
Some call him Satan.
I welcome what man rejects.
I beckon what man despises.
I forgive what man will not.
You don't believe that.
That he's Satan.
None of you can really believe that.
They believe what they must.
Tonight they will sacrifice their mortal souls willingly.
Here where it started, and they will return with me.
You're crazy.
Listen to me.
I don't know what kind of a hold he has on you,
but he's killed Delacroix and Debbie.
We know, Elizabeth.
Come with me willingly.
Your sister would not, nor Lucy Dembrow.
Don't listen to him.
Look, there are eight of us against his one.
You've got to get out of here before it's too late.
For god's sake.
For his sake or mine?
They've already made their choice.
Come.
Nooo!
We shall meet when I have the eighth.
Mrs. Williams.
There's a fire.
I'm plant monitor.
I forgot to water these plants today.
You won't tell Miss Abigail, will you?
I won't tell Miss Abigail anything.
Now come on, we have to get out of here.
Give me that.
What are you doing?
Come on, get out.
No!
No!
I want to stay.
Come on.
[police sirens]
Your people told us about the power danger.
It looks like we're a little late.
Everybody out?
No.
Not everyone.
Where's the headmistress?
She'll have to notify their families.
They didn't have any.
Ahh, where's Dr. Clampett.
Where he belongs.
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