All language subtitles for Rose Red 1

What the hell were you thinking,
taking her that way?

- Annie wanted...
- What's this "Annie wanted"?

- Annie can't talk or think.
- She can! If you looked, you'd know.

Please! She's all right.
Can't you just stop it?

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

- It wasn't. Mrs. Stanton told me.
- And you believe her? Just like that?

That woman's an idiot! A careless
idiot. Anyone can say anything, Sissy.

Maybe someday you'll learn that.

I saw the dog tag.
Why do you treat me like a fool?

Stop it, can't you? Both of you.
She'll hear. Do you wanna upset her?

Come on, honey. Give me a break.
You might as well...

Come on, guys!

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.

You and I know Buddy never bit anybody
before in his life. It was her.

He sensed something in her.

Annie, please open the door.

Annie, open this door now!

Drink, you'll feel better.

There's something wrong with her.
I don't just mean that she's autistic.

Please open the door!

Turn the music down!
Somebody'll call the damn cops!

There's something about her
that's wrong.

And Buddy sensed it.

Dogs know. Oh, you bet.

Did you hear that?

Music. Someone has it
really cranked out there.

- What the hell...?
- It's an earthquake!

It's not coming from the ground.

Come on! Run! Run!

Come on! Come on!

- Please open the door!
- Now, Annie!

Come on, hurry! Hurry!

- What's happening?
- I don't know!

Annie, let us in! Annie!

Annie, please, open the door!

Kill it, Sissy!
Just what the hell are you doing?

What the hell...?

Sister, look at this.

Sister, I got baby.

Yes, I know.

Annie...

...what have you done?

That concludes this year's course in
the psychology of the unseen world.

I'd like to leave you
with three thoughts if I may.

First, the investigation of psychic
phenomena is an honorable pursuit...

...in spite of
its tattered reputation.

The second is that reality
is not always quantifiable.

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

...does not mean those things
are nonexistent.

Third and most important...

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

Seriously, I thank you all
for your attention...

...and to remind you of what
someone famous once said:

"The truth is out there."
Enjoy your summer.

Professor Reardon, a question, please.

Question.

Your question?

Rumor says you're investigating
Rose Red, the Rimbauer mansion...

...a psychic field trip.
Is that true?

- You are...?
- Kevin Bollinger, class of '03.

I don't recognize you. Is it
because the group is large...

...or is this your first visit
to our happy family?

- I'm a reporter for our newspaper.
- Oh, my sympathies, Mr. Bollinger.

Is it true and if so, do you plan
on using departmental funds...

...or college general funds
to finance your latest spook hunt?

As any regular attendee
of these classes will tell you...

...I am extremely interested in
Rose Red. Talk about it all the time.

Have a picture of it on my office
wall. And one of Ellen Rimbauer.

But as Professor Miller can tell you,
I've filed no request for funds...

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

If you feel like asking him
to confirm that, he's up there.

A question, Mr. Bollinger.
Did Professor Miller suggest...

...you stop by my class for your
question instead of my office...

...like a normal reporter?

Never mind. Let's consider
the issue closed, shall we?

- You never answered my question...
- Thank you.

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

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

Don't believe it, Mr. Bollinger.

Carl Miller wound you up. It was
his intention that I be embarrassed.

I am not.

Even if you're not using college funds
for your expedition...

...won't you be using expensive
psychology department equipment?

Haven't you entered into an agreement
with Steven Rimbauer...?

Good afternoon, Mr. Bollinger.

- Hi, Professor Reardon.
- Hello.

- Joyce, we have to discuss this.
- I think not.

You'll have to discuss it
sooner or later.

The department's patience with your
shenanigans has grown quite short.

"Spooks. Somebody call..."

Professor? Can we discuss...?

My office hours are clearly posted.
Can't you read?

Sorry.

- Oh, wait. Miss Spruce, isn't it?
- Cathy Spruce, that's right.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bite.
Office hours are at 2. Try me then?

Yes, Miss Reardon.

Out.

Out.

Far out.

- Waterman residence.
- Mr. Waterman. Joyce Reardon.

Oh, hello, Miss Reardon.
I've been meaning to call, but...

- Joyce, please.
- I've been busy.

I'm finalizing my list of participants
for my Rose Red field trip.

I'd like you in.
Have you thought about it?

Rose Red is a dangerous place
for psychic experiments.

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

With all due respect,
Rose Red is a dead cell.

I'm sure it is.
If you're not psychic.

I'm sorry you feel that way.
L'll let you go...

...and move on to
the next name on my list.

I doubt there are many.
Not post-cognates of my caliber.

You might be surprised.
Good afternoon.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I didn't say no, did I?

- Didn 't you?
- No. But 5000 is a trifle low.

If you offered a bit more,
say 7500, for instance?

- Mr. Waterman...
- Emery, please.

5000 is my first,
last and only offer.

And a generous one since there've been
no phenomena in Rose Red for years.

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

Forgive me,
but I find that ridiculous.

The funding for this is
coming out of my pocket.

And 5000 is all I can afford. So,
what do you say, Emery? In or out?

I'm in. But if you want a videotaped
debriefing afterward, I get extra.

Fine. Memorial Day weekend.
Mark your calendar.

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

Putz.

Poisoned?

Guess not.

Emery.

Emery.

Hey, whoever you are...

...save the warnings for someone
who's not broke. Okay?

Emery! Emery!

Emery!

Here you are. There's 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 get fat.

- "Er."
- Beg your pardon?

Fatter. I'm already fat.

Cream clogs up your arteries.
A little's okay, but that's too much.

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

- I was doing the bills just now.
- What about the bills?

They're past due.
The credit cards...

I'm very careful with the credit
cards. I'm a very wise shopper.

L'll get your stuff.

Isn't this the best bear? L'll put
him on my bed with Hester and fester.

- What rhymes with Hester and fester?
- Pester.

The woman who wants to investigate
Rose Red called again.

See? Something always turns up.
God provides.

- Rose Red is dangerous.
- Take precautions and you'll be fine.

Were you able to get her up to 75?

- No, she's financing the expedition.
- So she told you and you believed her.

- Wanna call her back? I've the number.
- No. A deal's a deal.

One sensible thing your father said.

Did you tell her it'd be extra
for interviews? EKGs?

- Yes.
- And no x-rays. They give you cancer.

Run and get my bags.
Then you can have your pie.

Office hours are over.
Come back tomorrow! I said office...

Extra credit, Miss Reardon?
L'll do anything.

Look great in a french maid's outfit.

- Come in, you idiot. Close the door.
- All right.

Teach, you are looking good today.

- How are you doing?
- I won't lie. It's been a tough day.

But I have a very important call
to make, so...

This is the Wheaton girl?
The one you want?

Her sister. If you keep quiet, you can
stay. If not, then go. Get out now.

That's tough talk considering
it's my homestead you wanna explore.

But I'll be good, I swear.
I won't do that. Sorry.

- Hello? Miss Reardon?
- Yes. How are you?

I'm fine, but it's hard to keep
people away from the phone here.

- I'm on my break. Let's make it fast.
- I could call you later.

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.

Are you saying Annie won't take part?

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

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

That's fine, but Annie shouldn 't go
without someone who understands her.

And your parents don't.

My mother is scared to death of her.

And my father...
Well, I think my father hates her.

What can I do?

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

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

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

I might as well cut to the chase.
5000 isn't gonna be enough.

- For 10, I could make it happen.
- 10,000? Done.

L'll bring the check to you myself
this afternoon. Where do you work?

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

My time is short, Miss Wheaton.

Please, call me Sister.
Everyone does.

Mr. Rimbauer has agreed to open Rose
Red over the Memorial Day weekend.

I need to know
if I can count on Annie.

I'm having an orientation
Monday night...

...for the participants here
at the university.

It would be great
if Annie could join us.

If Annie goes to Rose Red, I go too.

That's fine, of course. When can
I know, Miss Wheaton? Sister?

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

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

I can't do that.
Goodbye, Miss Reardon.

- When will I hear from you?
- L'll be in touch.

- Wait, the orientation Monday night?
- I don't know.

I don't think so.

$ 10,000? $ 12,000? I'm thinking
I sold the old family 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 a good group but they're
candles. Annie is a searchlight.

If anyone can wake up Rose Red,
it's her.

Waking up Rose Red is not a good idea.

I want Annie. I want Annie Wheaton.

- Hello, dear.
- Hey, Mom. Hi, Dad.

Long day? You look tired.
L'll microwave you a TV dinner.

No, it's okay. I had something
to eat at the restaurant.

Is Annie okay?

- Annie's fine.
- Wearing out her ears again.

And ours. If not "A Summer Place,"
then "Pennsylvania 6-9000."

Same two over and over,
all afternoon.

- Guess she just likes it.
- I know. I just can't figure out why.

Thank God for small favors.

Annie. Annie. Come home.

We're waiting, Annie. We're waiting.

Please come home, Annie.
We're waiting.

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!

Well, fortunately for us,
an enormous dead cell.

There've been no overt manifestations
in Rose Red since 1995 or so.

Some houses have their own inner life
which may or may not be conscious.

If there was once consciousness in
Rose Red, it manifested itself early.

Seattle 100 years ago was a different
world. More so than we can imagine.

Survival was an actual issue,
not a TV show.

Fortunes were made
by bandits in tall hats.

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

In the year 1906,
you were on your own.

Rose Red was built
by John P. Rimbauer...

...on Spring Street in Seattle...

...as a wedding present to his wife.

He was founder of Omicron Oil Company,
until 1950, the biggest 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, 7 days a week.

But that wasn 't the problem.

Even before there was a house there...

...that ground seemed
to make people mad.

I mean, literally mad.

He made no effort to get away.

Just dropped his gun
and went to a Seattle saloon.

This is where the police found him.

The teamster's name was Harry Corbin.

He claimed he remembered nothing
from breakfast...

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

The judge and jury didn't believe him.
He got 25 years.

I think Harry Corbin may have been
Rose Red's first victim.

First male victim.

There's a difference between the way
Rose Red treats the ladies and men.

- 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, she was 20.

By the day they wed, Rose Red had been
under construction for a year...

...and already there had been three
deaths, as well as the first foreman.

Take it up!

One man was decapitated
by a sheet of falling glass.

One fell from a scaffold
and broke his neck. 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.

- It has how many rooms?
- I don't think anyone knows.

You can count 74 on Monday, come
back friday and come up with 87 or 97.

- That's impossible.
- That's Rose Red, sweetheart.

How many people have disappeared?
There must be an accurate account.

Twenty-three since
the first World War.

I find that impossible to believe.

Of course you do. Anyone would.
But it's true.

Five men and 18 women.

Rose Red has always been
particularly fond of the ladies.

We are speaking of a house
which is dormant.

It better be because $5000
isn't enough if it isn't.

- When was the last disappearance?
- 1972, 30 years ago.

There've been no observable
phenomena since...

- Who was it, the last one?
- We've got a lot of ground to cover...

A woman on the Historical Society's
annual tour. She was with the group.

It wasn 't until the tour was over that
they realized she wasn 't with them.

What's that?

They didn 't find her
but they did find her purse.

- Finished?
- Yeah.

Thank you.
The lady's name was Liza Albert.

Since then the house has been closed.

With no psychic energy to feed on,
it's fallen into a sleep.

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

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

It wasn't finished by the time they
married, but they were in no hurry.

They passed the time with
a leisurely honeymoon for a year.

They circled the globe on liners
like this one. The Ocean Star.

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

Ellen didn't enjoy it quite as much.
In fact, she nearly died.

- Was it malaria?
- 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?

Ellen recovered, and when they
took up residence in Rose Red...

...she was pregnant.

January 1909, that would have been.
John thought the house was finished.

The Rimbauers! They're here!

How beautiful you are, Rose Red.

What he didn 't know is 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 '96.

Until 1950, changes were made
according to the will of Ellen.

And her will, ladies and gentlemen,
was iron.

After 1950...

After 1950, Rose Red grew on its own.

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, who came from Africa,
saw her through the difficult labor.

Ellen never refers
to Sukeena as her servant.

First, she calls her "my friend."
And later, "my sister."

When she gave birth to a daughter
with a withered arm...

...she blamed her sickness
and John 's sexual appetites.

Although she wrote,
"In my mind, they are one."

To which she added, "Damn all men."

Their daughter was born
in April of 1911.

And April was what they called her.

After her daughter's birth,
Ellen became convinced...

...that her fever, which recurred
periodically, would kill her young.

That made her easy game
for Madame Stravinski.

If you have anything to say to us...

...you may use my body to speak.

Give us a sign.

Show us a sign.

Not even Sukeena could convince her
that she was a fraud.

Beloved spirits, we invite you
to commune with us.

Show us a sign.

Fraud or not, Madame Stravinski...

...known to police in San Francisco
and Los Angeles as Cora Frye...

...changed Ellen Rimbauer's life
one night in August of 1914.

Sukeena!

You must build.

What did she tell her?

She said she wouldn't die
until the house 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.

She never had another attack
of her African fever.

- Probably psychosomatic.
- Probably PMS, right, Em?

I wouldn't be surprised.

A new wing started going up
the next week.

What did her husband say?

She gave him a son in 1909, a daughter
in 1911. The son was fine and well.

It was the son John Rimbauer cared
about. Ellen could do as she liked.

- Would you agree?
- Yes. Besides...

...he had affairs of his own
to tend to.

Ellen made additions to the house
until her disappearance in 1950.

Over 40 years
of well-financed eccentricity.

She hired contractors and architects
to build unconventional stuff.

Such as?

The so-called Tower Folly was
completed in 1921.

John Rimbauer jumped
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.
- Oh, yes. Yes, indeed.

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

Then what exactly do you want
from us, Miss Reardon?

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

That'll make things less difficult.
This can be a difficult field.

People don't understand our goals
or refuse to credit our findings.

Some people are actively cruel.

And...

- Research goals?
- Yes, yes, yes, yes.

My research goals specify
measurable, psychic phenomena.

Hard data. Telemetry readouts and
anomalous energy levels, primarily.

I want readouts that even the most
stupid, sarcastic, obtuse member...

...of this scientific department
will have to accept.

If I get a little crazy on the subject
sometimes, 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?

If you apply electricity
to the leg of a dead frog...

...the muscles contract
hours after it 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, we can help
legitimize a branch of psychology...

...which has been treated
poorly for too long.

Why are you here, Mr. Rimbauer?
What are your special talents?

Protecting family interests.
I promised the professor one shot...

...then the developers await.
Tech-Star condos.

You're tearing it down?
It's part of history.

- History don't pay rent and I'm broke.
- Hardly a noble motive.

Are we the team? The whole team?

- She hopes not.
- Beg pardon?

I was hoping for one more
but that's starting to look iffy.

If I have to make do with you five,
then I'll count myself lucky.

L'll see you this friday at 2 p.m.

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

Now if you could all
please come and join me.

I'd like to close with a circle.

- This went out with high-button shoes.
- Anything you'd like to focus on?

- Goodwill, good thoughts, each other.
- That's lovely.

Say cheese.

- Vic? Are you okay?
- Fine.

I'm just gonna go make some room.

He looks gray about the gills.

No, no, no. Well, maybe
half a glass but no more.

Just a minute, please.

The Huskies were surprised
by the blitz.

The linebacker drops into the flank,
then rushes the quarterback.

Nobody on the left side
sees him coming.

Hello. I'd like to speak
with Rachel, please.

- Who's this?
- May I speak with Rachel?

Is it the crazy lady from the college?
How you doing, crazy lady?

Is that for me?

My business is with
your older daughter...

No, see, you got it wrong.
You have no business here.

Not with Sissy, not with Annie,
not with any of us.

Don't ever call here again, got it?

Daddy, that was my call.

- That was just some crazy lady.
- No, you've no right...

Yeah, I do. While you
live and eat here, I do.

Stop it, both of you.

I know what the crazy lady wants.

I know you talked to her
behind my back.

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

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

Mama, won't you help me once?
Just this once, won't you speak up?

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

Mama, what about Annie's side?
The Gatt School...

What planet are you on?
The Gatt School with $5000?

Professor Reardon has promised 12!

I knew she was crazy, now you?
20 grand's what it would take. A year.

Rose Red is famous. If something
happens, it'll be worth a fortune.

Oh, yeah, sure. I can just
see her on Geraldo.

"I'm Annie Wheaton. L'll tell folks
about a haunted house."

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

From crazy lady one and crazy lady two.
Now that is it.

This case is closed. I don't
wanna hear anymore about it.

Stop it, Annie! Stop it!

Make her stop!

What do you think, Dad?

What do you think Annie wants?

Stop it, Annie!

George!

Make her stop!
For God's sake, George!

Please, make her stop!

- We thought you were lost.
- No. Just misplaced.

- May I propose a toast?
- Sure.

To Rose Red.

Rose Red.

Joyce, she's looking,
still hoping for one more.

Six. Six is the number.

A girl, a teenager.

And I think our dear professor
will be in luck.

Is that something you see?

What's your special trick, 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 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.
He's in jeans.

He's blond, over-golded.

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

What in the world are you talking...?

Let's go outside. You wanna?

- Sure.
- All right.

- Tr�s 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.
- Yes, but I don't like Ouija boards.

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.

I guess it's not working.

Steve?

What about you, St...? Nick.

He calls her Dee.
Now 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 okay.

What about our new friend, Emery?
What about him?

Your friend, not mine.

Yeah, I think Emery is chiefly
post-cognitive. He sees the past.

Not the most comfortable of talents.

Here's to good thoughts, goodwill.

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?

Guess those were the days, huh?
Ignorance is bliss.

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

Not hers, not mine, not yours.

I know. But you're too busy thinking
about what you want for her...

...to think about what she can do.

Remember when
the Stantons' dog bit her?

How the stones came down?
Or what she did to those pipes?

After 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
get. 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.

Come, Annie. Come.

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

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

They'll remember.

Some will take it out next time
the university bond issue comes up.

A photo like this could put a hundred
worthwhile programs to beggary.

But what do you care?

Do you have a point?
Get to it. I have a lot to do.

Crystals to polish? Ouijas to wax?

You put Bollinger up to this,
didn't you?

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

Your paranoia's showing.

That's a nasty little cut.

Listen, I'm afraid I have a bit
of bad news for you, old girl.

I am not old, not yet anyway.

And I am certainly not your girl.
What are you talking about?

Executive committee's been
in session regarding tenure.

What? Why? No one's up for tenure.
The only thing they could...

You really are a bastard.

They voted five to two to revoke
your tenure. We tried to contact you.

You'll find a message.
I thought the spirits would tell you.

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

- L'll fight you every step of the way.
- Of course, and you'll lose.

Your days of haunting the Wimser
Psychology Department...

...aren't over, but numbered.

- When I come back with proof, you...
- The rallying cry of crackpots...

...and deluded religionists since
the Stone Age: "The proof's out there."

This is sad. You were respected
in the field of child psychology...

...but then you got bitten
by the virus!

It's a legitimate field
of psychological...

It's crap, sleaze, a spit
in the eye of rational thought.

Rose Red will be your last
goose chase as a faculty member.

You're an idiot and you're blind.

What if you found proof?

Photographs, audio recordings
of clanking chains, telemetry.

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

I feel remarkably well today, Carl,
in spite of all your crap.

And this, this is the world
we live in...

...and experience with our senses.
Skin, smooth and rational.

Where every cause has an effect and
can be predicted with data at hand.

There's a world under that world.

Blood, under the skin. Rationalistic
asses like you don't see it.

It's liquid instead of solid.
Hot instead of just warm.

It is a world full of mystery.

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

Don't give me your bull
about bond issues.

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

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

- Lf you've given me something...
- That's what it comes down to.

You're afraid to catch something.
Get out.

Go to the infirmary
and get an AIDS test.

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

You're finished teaching.
You're crazy! You're insane!

Good day, old boy.

What are you looking at?!
Look at it somewhere else!

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

What's on your face?

Never mind. Never mind.

We have a lot to talk about,
young man:

The story's not over?

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

From the Department of Questions
Better Not Answered:

If a tree falls in the forest and
no one hears it, does it make noise?

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?

If I didn't own Rose Red,
would I be in bed with you right now?

Hello.

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

How was your day? Or should I just
roll over and make myself small?

They revoked my tenure. Carl Miller
dropped by to give me the news.

- Wait, can they do that?
- Maybe, probably.

Bollinger made us look like the Stupid
family, with me as head Stupid.

Wanna turn off your light?

Well, you know, 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
schools willing to hire me.

First, I'll write a book.
It's gonna sell 80 gazillion copies.

You once said that
the only certainty...

...with the paranormal
is nothing's certain.

What if nothing happens
after three days?

But it will.
Annie Wheaton is my guarantee.

She's, oh...

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

Rose Red isn't a true dead cell.
Annie will wake it up.

If you let it stand for six
months, the 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!
- Sorry.

Did you miss that in your research?

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

Yeah, too much, maybe.

You're gonna need some downtime when
this is over. Some serious R and R.

- You have the cell phone.
- Right here.

- And you got plenty of film.
- Of course I have plenty of film.

I don't know if this is 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?

You're about to step out in the real
world for a couple of weeks.

That's where you'll get lost.

Nail this story, you can
write your own ticket.

I thought that's what you wanted.

Why don't you come with me?

I do have a few things to do like
run my department, oversee finals.

Call when you get pictures
and I or my wife will come.

She can't stand Reardon either.

If they catch me, they'll tear
me apart. You know that.

There's no reason why they should
if you're reasonably careful.

I guess.

Don't forget this.

Try and get a good picture
of them being psychic.

- Professor, I don't think...
- Stiff upper.

Professor Miller.

You're a step away from stardom,
dear boy! Just get the pictures!

Solarium, kitchen, tool shed...

...back door, front door.

Oh, I thought this house was empty.

You would be Mr. Bollinger,
I believe. The reporter.

I'm Bollinger, but how did you know?

Come in, sir. You're expected.

Ma'am? Where are you?

This way, sir.

Hello?

Hello?

Ma'am, I seem to have lost you.

Ma'am?

Is anybody here?

Ma'am?

Screw this.

Very funny, but I wanna leave,
all right?

Let me out!

I could use a little help in here!
I'm in the greenhouse!

Let me out!

Let me out of here! Let me out!

I'm out of here. Come on.

Get a grip, Bollinger.

Hello? Who is this?

Bollinger? Bollinger, is that you?

Hello?

They'll be here. Come on.

Wait! Don't make me chase you, Emmy.

- Mom, I'm okay.
- Oh, yes, you're always okay.

Listen to me. If there's anything
you can't handle...

...anything beyond telesmic
manifestations, call and I'll get you.

- I will. I have to go.
- Call anyway so I know you're fine.

- I will. I always do. They're waiting.
- Well, let them wait!

They won't do much without you.
Now turn around.

- Mom...
- Turn around!

And stay away from that blond girl.
She looks like a tramp.

Now give Mommy a kiss.

Oh, you're all over lipstick.
Fix yourself.

I see new frontiers...

...in abnormal psychology
before us. How exciting.

Especially if you move your bowels!

The day before camp must have
been busy at the Watermans'.

Shut up.

Off to the house
on Haunted Hill, I see?

And with about $ 100,000 worth
of department equipment, I'd guess.

I've got all the proper paperwork
signed in all the proper places.

Signed by Rogers.

When I was on vacation,
he acted for me. Clever of you.

- Do you have a point?
- I'm being pleasant.

- Lf you'll excuse us, we're in a hurry.
- Yes, of course.

Places to go. Ghosts to bust.
Isn't that right, Mr. Rimbauer?

More or less.

Yes. Well, do try and keep
the equipment in one piece.

Good luck.

"The Spirits have done it all
in one night."

Scrooge says it when
he wakes up changed.

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

I don't trust him.

Hello, are you the group?

The Rose Red group?
Yes. I'm Pam Asbury.

- This is Cathy Kramer.
- Hi.

- Victor Kandinsky.
- Vic. Just Vic.

Nick Hardaway.

And Emery Waterman.

And you must be...

Oh, I'm Sissy Wheaton.
And this is Annie.

I was sure we were gonna miss you.
Traffic was horrible.

- We're glad you didn't.
- Sister, or do you prefer Rachel?

Oh, either is fine.

Oh, stop it, Annie. Just quit it.

Good God, she's retarded.

If you keep your evaluation
of Miss Wheaton to yourself...

...we won't ask questions...

...about your relationship with
your mother. Chin, chin.

Folks, I think we're ready.

You've reached Carl Miller.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

Bollinger, I told you to keep
the phone with you.

All right, they've left the campus.

They'll be there in 40 minutes
so be ready.

And call me back.

There she is.

It seems to be looking at us.

It is, Cathy. It is.

Steve.

Mommy? Where are you?

Mommy? I'm scared.

Where are you, Mommy?

Steve.

Steve, you okay?

Yeah, sure. Fine.

You wanna know a secret?

I've never done anything like this
before and I'm scared to death.

Be not afraid. Only believe.

We're lucky. The electronic
stuff was delivered earlier.

- What are these?
- House plans, probably as useful...

...as a 14th-century map of Africa.
And here, a coil of rope.

How you doing, sweetie?
You okay?

Mommy, I'm scared.

Come, Stevie.

What is it? What can you hear?

- Steve?
- It knows we're here.

It wants us here.

God help us, it wants us here.

Come in.

[ENGLISH]

Houses are alive.

This is something we know.

News from our nerve endings.

If we're quiet...

...if we listen...

...we can hear houses breathe.

Sometimes in the depth of 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 by the word "haunted."

Steve? Are you all right?

Yeah.

It stopped.

I heard it too. But it stopped.

What did you hear?

There were words. It wasn't clear.
Did any of you...

I might have heard something.
It may have been my imagination.

- What was it?
- I don't know. I'm not psychic.

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

What? What are you looking at?

Nothing.

Pam.

Can you come here?

Well, we might as well get started.

Will you...?

All right.

Emers, old boy, give us a hand.
It seems to be the butler's day off.

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

For $5000 you can carry
a couple boxes.

I am not being paid for my services
as a porter.

Pam, you all right?

Hey, I thought this house was empty.

You would be Mr. Bollinger, I believe.
The reporter.

I'm Bollinger, but how did you know?

Come in, sir. You were expected.

This way.

Come in, sir. You were expected.

This way.

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

- What?
- The room with colored light.

The smell of sawdust.

What happened? What did you see?

What? 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. Cold metal, that's all.
- No, but you spoke.

There was something there,
but it's gone.

I didn't like the way it felt.

The caretaker left it after he
let in the equipment guys.

- He'll miss it.
- Not after summer.

In September there won't be
a gate to open.

There's a flashlight for everyone.
Keep it on you at all times.

The power's usually fine.

If it goes out, I don't suppose
the fuse box does much good?

Nope, neither does calling
Puget Sound Energy.

- And your equipment?
- Lf the power goes, it uses batteries.

We better get started.

Where's Annie?

She's wonderful.

Friday afternoon, 3: 17 p.m.

We've experienced our first paranormal
phenomenon: A phantom draft.

I insist that you don't go
exploring on your own.

The geography can seem unstable.

Let's double up on sleeping
arrangements. L'll share with Cathy.

The three of us could go in.

L'll sleep with Emery.
We'll raid the fridge.

No, the bedrooms are safe.
Just don't wander off.

- I think you'll find this interesting.
- Wow.

You could make Thanksgiving dinner
for a hundred people 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, George Meader,
drinking buddy...

...of John Rimbauer, died in here
just after the end of WWI.

According to a doctor,
he was stung by a bee.

He died of an extreme
allergic reaction.

As I told you, in Rose Red's heyday,
men didn't fair well here.

That's not very reassuring.

Nothing to worry about. Just use
the buddy system in the house.

- Now...
- Whoa.

What?

What's this?

- The caretaker leave that too?
- Doubt it.

- Well, then who?
- Press redial and see who answers.

You've reached Professor Miller
of the Psychology department.

I'm unable to answer the phone. Leave
a message. But remember Shakespeare:

- Who is it?
- Brevity is the soul of wit.

This is Joyce Reardon's friend,
Steven Rimbauer.

We found your property in Rose Red.

I'm sure you didn't drop it, since
we just saw you. But I know who did.

The guy who wrote the story.
Trespassing isn't serious.

Abetting a trespasser is less serious,
but your dignity will take a hit.

Guess who will be on next week's
newspaper cover?

- You have a nice day.
- Bravo, Steve, bravo.

- You can't be certain that's his phone.
- Of course it is.

I bet one of the numbers in memory
is that son of a bitch Bollinger.

If the reporter had the phone,
where is he?

Maybe the house ate him.
Isn't that what it's supposed to do?

Something that he doesn't believe in
frightened him, and he ran off.

- Perhaps he's still in the house.
- Then we'll find him.

- Come on, folks...
- You sure we shouldn't notify somebody?

Why should we? If he's here,
he's trespassing, like Steve said.

If we call the cops, we'll
have half a dozen police...

...roiling up the atmosphere,
and he'll win!

That pig Miller will win,
and I can't have it.

Okay? I just won't. I can't.

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

And if we find Bollinger,
we spank him 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.

There hasn't been a groundskeeper
since Omicron Oil fell off the board.

We're in the kitchen because...

...Joyce wants to tell you
about my great-aunt April.

- Go on.
- Are you sure?

Sure. That's what we're here for.
Besides, it was before my time.

April was 6 when she disappeared. Her
brother Adam was in boarding school.

- Boarding school at 8?
- It was Rimbauer's idea.

Ellen ranted and raved. But John
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, honey, where are you?

April?

Fifty men searched the house
and grounds. They found nothing.

Not so much as a lock of hair
or a thread from her dress.

Great-Grandfather, convinced of
Sukeena's guilt, took her downtown.

Ellen objected in the strongest terms,
but John declined to listen.

- She's innocent!
- Ellen, stop it!

Please, John! Sukeena!

She was taken to a room 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.

She convinced them she didn't know
about April's disappearance, but...

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

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

I mean, the only home she had left.

When do we go upstairs? I hear
that's where the weird stuff is.

No time like the present.

Come on, everybody.

I didn't notice that one before.

Neither did I.

Could you try to remember who's
running this expedition?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

Come here, please.

Tie your rope to that pole.
It'll help us find our way back.

Couldn't we just go and get the plans?

- The plans don't always mean a lot.
- It's a safety measure.

So follow me, and prepare
to be amazed.

Ellen called this the
Perspective Hallway.

Her first major addition.
And no architect designed it.

She made it up herself?
Way to go, Ellen.

But she didn't.

Then who?

Sukeena.

- Her maid?
- Her companion.

It's so wild, like something
in a fun house.

Oh, it's making my stomach turn.

I guess they're pieces
built in perspective.

Camouflaging the doors
was Great-Gram's idea.

She didn't want them to spoil
the illusion.

Bollinger! Hey, Bollinger,
are you in there?

Whoa!

Annie, no!

No!

You be quiet!

You wanted this place to wake up.
I'd say you've been successful.

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

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

- L'll say.
- In the mid-60s...

...a team of scientists spent
some time investigating Rose Red...

...and heard the house scream.

They recorded them, although
they don't sound impressive.

- And what did they conclude?
- That it was underground water.

Perhaps amplified by the water pipes
under this part of Seattle.

Underground water?

People facing these phenomena
tend to protect their belief systems.

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

They moved in on January 15th, 1909.

Each January 15th, Ellen wore the same
dress she wore when they arrived.

Ellen threw a party every January 15th
and everybody showed up.

Politicians, hoodlums,
sports players, stars.

When the actress disappeared,
the parties stopped.

Finish telling us about
old Mrs. Rimbauer.

She disappeared on January 15th, 1950.
She was 70.

A maid wished her good evening...

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

And that was the last
anyone ever saw of her.

Come on, lots more to see.

This is the gymnasium.

The exercise equipment is out-of-date.

This room demands a particular
form of exercise.

- What...? How...?
- It's the mirror library.

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

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

Here's a camera.

Not good. Not good at all.
"The property of Kevin Bollinger."

- Mr. Bollinger, are you here?
- What's wrong?

I said this might happen.
Just use your flashlights.

- We should go back downstairs.
- Nonsense.

Oh, my...! Look.

Steve, roll tape, roll tape!

Annie.

Annie, no.

Annie, don't touch it.

Annie, no!

Annie, come home.

Come with me.

Stop her! Somebody's got to stop her!

Are you okay?

- How did you know to do that?
- I don't know, I just did it.

- Take it, I don't want it.
- Here, give it to me.

Try and get some good
pictures of them being psychic.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's someone talking to Bollinger.

- I bet I know who.
- Is he alive? Can you tell?

He was when he dropped this camera,
I don't know.

We ought to get out of here.

Okay, folks, let's head back
downstairs. Break time.

Thank God.

Wait.

It's not the same.

- The hallway.
- No, nonsense.

He's right. We're not going
the way we came.

- What in heaven's name is that?
- What's going on?

The building started again.
You wanted to wake the place up.

Now you got what you wanted.

- 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.

I suggest we go downstairs
before it starts again.

Annie, I need your help.

Now put your hand here,
and push from here.

Annie, what are you doing?

- Nick.
- Not now, Joyce.

Annie!

That wasn't funny.

Okay, I know another way down.
There might be something worth seeing.

- Are you sure you know the way?
- Yes.

Oh, my God.

- "Oh, my God" is right.
- More camouflaged doors, Stevie?

Gram wasn't above using a trick twice.
This was a joke...

...on her husband's business life.
- Did he get it?

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

Here's the door right here.

Just press right there.

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.

What do you want?

Bare-breasted nymphs offering
delicacies from a silver platter?

Stop it. Stop harassing me.

Ever learn the difference
between joking and harassing?

I learned plenty in high school,
from guys like him, and you.

Come on, give it a rest.

Emery, I may have something better
for you in a while.

Tell us about the actress, Joyce.
I'm 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's favorite guests
at her January 15th parties.

In 1946 she showed up in what Hedda
Hopper called "The Cocktail Dress."

She was wearing it when
she disappeared.

She spent the night here,
in the billiard room...

...wowing guests with her many...

...talents.

She left behind a single earring.

A maid found it, but there was
no 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.

Annie?

What in the world is it?

Whatever it is, she likes it.

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, Glenn Miller.

That doesn't work. I tried it
while I was setting up.

Sorry, Annie.

- Joyce?
- It's all right.

Got three loaded for Reardon.
Large, with two six-packs of soda.

Thank you. I told you there'd be
something you'd like better.

Loaded. Excellent.

Miss Asbury?

May I?

Okay.

- Do this often?
- Every chance we get. How much?

- This is some place. Is it haunted?
- Yeah...

...by ghosts of delivery men who asked
stupid questions and never escaped.

This is unbelievable.
What are you doing to me?

She's terrific.

I wouldn't think you'd need a
telemetry readout to count heads.

Not human ones, certainly.

- I'm real worried about Mr. Bollinger.
- Don't bother, he'll show up.

I wish I was as sure of that as
you are. Where's Vic?

Right here. Anyone care to dance?

Well, not me, I'm pooped.

Where have you been?

I lost my book.

It's story time. We've heard the one
about the actress...

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

- Remember that s�ance I spoke about?
- Starring the gypsy psychic Cora frye?

Yes. That was 1914...

...and the war was heating up
the economy.

Omicron Oil was in clover.
Money was rolling in...

...and John Rimbauer was
tired of sharing.

In October of that year, he gave
Douglas Posey the bum's rush.

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.

Rimbauer bought him out at
distressed sale prices.

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

That was in 1915. John was in Europe,
and Adam and April were home with Mom.

Granddad never forgot Posey
tossing him that Tom Mix hat of his.

He wanted it and threw a tantrum
when his mother tried to take it.

And he never forgot April
catching the rose.

Why did Posey wait a year to do it?
And why here? Any ideas?

I don't have any answers.

After the suicide, John and Ellen kept
Adam away as much as possible.

He was at boarding school
when his sister disappeared.

He knew that something was
wrong here, even then.

The male descendants have
mostly stayed away.

I was here only a few times.
I got off on my own once. I was 8.

Your father...

He hated this place. He was afraid.
My mother brought me.

I forgot till today.
I blocked it out, I guess.

Nick reminded me. She probably
couldn 't find a babysitter.

- What was she looking for?
- Loot. I think she was drunk.

That's my memory of it, but she so
often was in those days.

I know she and Dad were broke.

After we lost the oil company,
it's been a family disease.

Broke-itis.

And while your mother
was treasure hunting, you got lost.

Yeah. It was no big deal, but...

You were upstairs before you
realized how lost you were.

One floor above the mirror library.
Or was it three floors, or 10?

When this place gets going
and feels lively...

...when it has energy to use...

...it can make itself
as big as it wants.

But you got to the top...

...and that's where...

Oh, my God!

What is it? Do you know?

It's a cluster manifestation
with elements like an earthquake.

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

How many are there? Can you tell?

Damn this thing!

I'm not so sure that there is
anyone here!

I know that sounds crazy, but...!

Be gone!

Oh, Annie, don't touch it.

- Go.
- Annie.

Go ahead.

Go.

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.

If we're quiet...

...if we listen...

...we can hear houses breathe.

Sometimes, in the depth
of the night...

...you can hear them groan as if
they were having bad dreams.

Can I ask you something?

Of course, Emery.

Will you come to bed with me?

Look, isn't that your mom?

That's not my mother.

That's just an old...
Pam?

- Pam, what are you doing?
- Say cheese. Say cheese, Emmy!

Oh, man!

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

Twenty wouldn't have been enough.

Wanna get it on?

We've got all night, Emery.

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

But I am. I'm your girl.

I'm your dream girl.

Not there, not there,
not there, not there.

Say cheese!

- Who is it?
- Cathy.

Come on, hurry up.

What is it?

Steve found something amazing.
It explains so much.

Explains what?
What are you talking about?

Annie...

...turn your record player off,
Dad'll be pissed.

What is it?

Did you open that?

If you opened it, close it.

I can't sleep with the door open.

I'm afraid of the bogeyman.
Aren't you?

No "ogeyman."

No bogeyman?

"Ogey" lady.

Bogey lady?

- Night-night.
- You are gonna get it now.

Sorry, your call can't be completed.
Pay your bill and kiss my ass.

No luck?

My mom will go crazy. It's not a long
trip for her, even at the best times.

Sorry about that.

Yeah, well, I'm thinking about getting
out of here before she shows up.

I get tired of her, you know,
showing up.

Also, Rimbauer gets on my nerves.
Joyce too.

"On our left, the ghosts of
April Rimbauer and Douglas Posey.

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

And you know what? Under that
phony tour-guide shtick...

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

And that creepy kid with that
creepy doll.

She's nuts too.

Rimbauer's just smart-ass du jour.

Well, what's this,
your shrink routine?

Just get it off your chest.

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

Wanna know about dead? I had a dead
movie star in bed last night.

- Deanna Petrie?
- Didn't last long, but it was a very...

...physical manifestation. I'm
getting tired of Rose Red's tricks.

Joyce wants some of her 5000 back,
I'll see her in court.

If my mom doesn't hear from me soon,
she's really gonna go nuclear.

I will not try my call again later!

Good morning, Annie.

All right then.

- Good morning, Steve.
- Good morning.

- Is that Annie?
- Annie it is.

Would you like some eggs?
Lt'd be a pleasure.

No, thanks.

- Seen Joyce?
- She's fiddling with her equipment...

...Iooking as if she last got a good
sleep circa 1972. I'd tread carefully.

- She's crabby, huh?
- Very. Video's cloudy, 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.

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

Rose Red hasn't just woken up...

...it's House & Garden 's
version of frankenstein's monster.

- That's ridiculous.
- Is it?

Listen.

- You heard much of that?
- Enough to worry me.

Bollinger's persistent
nonappearance worries me too.

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

...we'd run into him, wouldn't you?
- I don't know.

The longer we go without
reporting his disappearance...

...the more peculiar our position is
if he turns up dead, or not at all.

Dom Perignon, 1949. A very good year.

In my experience, they're all
good years.

What goes better with eggs
than champagne?

Pull the cork, Steve.

- Will you wet your whistle?
- It's a little early for me.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

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 Annie and you.

- I don't have a telepathic bone in me.
- I don't know what you were before...

...and the house almost ate you,
but now you're a psychic transmitter...

...operating on Rose Red's wavelength.
It almost had you. 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 proof
even if someone has to die.

- You're wrong.
- Really?

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

- What are you doing?
- Making sure Miller sent Bollinger.

- Lf he did, I'll report him missing.
- Joyce won't like that.

According to you, she's
not very happy anyway.

Hey, professor,
what you doing here?

Minding my business, as I
hope you will yours.

Who locked this door?

I imagine you locked it yourself,
professor. It being your office.

You must have the number,
it's your cell phone.

- Will you talk to him if he calls?
- I'd be delighted.

Thanks.

Guess who 's on the cover
of next week's paper?

You have a nice day.

- Damn you!
- Received at 8:42 a.m.

This is Steve again. I need
to talk to you about Kevin Bollinger.

He slit his wrists and wrote your
name in his blood before he died.

Joyce suggests you come
before we call the cops.

Maybe we can
minimize this scandal, but...

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

End of message.
You have no more new messages.

Have a nice day, professor.

Morning, Annie.

Good morning, Annie.

Good morning, Annie.

Good morning, Annie.

Good "orning."

Steve. Good morning, Steve.

Good "orning," Steve.

Right.

Knock yourself out.

That's pretty good.

She can also bend spoons, turn on
lights, and set off car alarms.

- I got babies.
- 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 Glenn Miller
playing out of a flower before.

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?

Yes, because of the
disappearances, Rose Red...

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

Now that Miller got her tenure
revoked, it's more important.

If Joyce gets proof of paranormal
activity, she's okay. If not...

I had no idea things were
so dire for her.

She's paying me a lot of money.
Paying Annie, I should say.

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

You really don't know? I thought
you two were closer than that.

In some ways, in others,
we're not 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.

We all feel the house
coming to life.

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 5, a dog bit her.

Annie, make him go away!

Annie, make him stop!

Oh, Annie, make him go away!

What happened? Oh, my God.

He bit her. Your dog bit my sister!

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

I'm so sorry. He's never done this
before. He's never bitten anyone.

It'll be all right, you'll see.
It'll be just fine.

Sister, look at this.

Sister, I got baby.

Hey. Go on, now.

Stones from the sky just fell on the
house. Nowhere else on the street.

The dog that hurt her
had been destroyed, but Annie...

Annie didn't understand that.

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

- Stop it!
- No, I'm not going to!

How could you be so stupid?

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

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

...well...

...I guess you could say
she lodged a protest.

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. L... Thank you.

I do understand. I mean...

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

But for me...

...the important thing about Annie,
all that's important about Annie...

...is that she responds
to love with love.

Isn't there a place for
the Annies of the world?

Lt'd be nice to think so, but the
world isn't always fair, that's all.

I know it.

For the lamb shall lead and feed them
unto the living fountains of waters.

We must drink from the grape...

...and not the grain.

Maybe later.

You sure?

Could we...?

What's she thinking? Any idea at all?

Not the slightest.

Miss Asbury, you look
lovely this morning.

If only I'd have known,
I would've dressed for the occasion.

What's wrong, sweetheart?

- Miss Asbury? Pam?
- It's not much farther.

Who are you?

- I might ask you the same thing.
- Patricia Waterman, Emery's mom.

Professor Carl Miller.

Nice to meet you.
Are you going in?

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

Get the gate, would you?

Come on! Put your back into it!

- What is it you found?
- Something amazing. It explains a lot.

- We should tell the others.
- We will.

But I wanted to show you first.

Daffy bitch!

Em? Emery!

What's wrong with you?
Look what you've done!

Emery! Come back!

Emery!

Woman! Can we exchange
insurance information?

Where are you?

Emers!

Emery!

Not there, not there, not there.

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.

Emery! Emery!

Oh, my God. It is her.

Woman! Where are you?

Emery!

Emers!

Is that you?

Emery!

Only believe. Only believe.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe.

I don't believe.

No!

- Emery!
- Help me, Mommy, I'm so scared.

- Emers.
- Help me, Mommy!

Mrs. Waterman?

Where are you?

Someone help me. She's alive.

Not there. Not there. Not there.

I don't want to go! Open the window!
Open the window and let me in!

Emery!

I'm having a heart attack!

- Call 911.
- Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.

Not there. Not there. Not there.

Emery. Look at me. Please!
Look at me!

For God's sake, open the window.

Not there. Not Mommy. Not Vic.
Not the actress. Not anyone.

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. Foul or fair!
- Vic!

He came to you for help and you
turned your back on him.

What the hell is going on?

Sir? Pardon me, sir.

- Yes?
- Are you here for Mr. Bollinger?

- Is he here?
- Oh, yes...

...waiting for you
in the solarium, sir.

If you're Professor Miller, that is.

- He's all right? Not hurt, or...
- I believe he's impatient to go home...

...but otherwise he seems quite well.

It's Rimbauer.

What is going on?

I'm sure I cannot say, sir.

Ms. Reardon's party seems
rather rambunctious.

Does it indeed?

Take me to Bollinger.

Right away, sir.

How did I get up here?

Ma'am, will you slow down a bit?

Where are you going?

Hello?

Ma'am?

Where are you?

What the hell?

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