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(electronic music)

(mysterious music)

(soft clattering)

How do they look?

Rosie, please.

I want to make a good impression.

You'll do quite well, I'm sure.

You're angry with me.

Rosie...

I'm not your enemy.

Truly, I'm not.

(door opening)

Hurry, girls!

The carriage is here, they're on their way in.

Oh my goodness!

You look lovely, Rosalind.

Thank you, Mama.

What do you think hefllookfike?

I'm so nervous.

Rosie, what do you think hefllookfike?

Two years older, I presume.

Not Bernard, silly, he's our brother.

I mean his friend, Mr. what's-his-name?

Lloyd.

Mr. Arthur Lloyd.

(door opening)

Oh, they're here.

Oh, dear.

- Do I look all right? - For heaven's sake, Dita,

why must...

(eerie music)

What's wrong?

I don't know.

Something strange.

Rosie...

He's only a man.

Hurry up, girls!

- Oh, Bernard! - Oh, Dita! Dita!

It's been so long.

Don't you dare tell me how much I've grown.

This is the baby sister I've been telling you about.

Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to present my youngest daughter, Perdita.

- Mr. Lloyd. - Miss Wingrave.

Most happy to know you.

Your brother's powers of description

were much too inadequate for the loveliness

of their subject matter.

You're far too kind, Mr. Lloyd.

But she likes it, doesn't she?

Bernard, you embarrass me.

I assure you, sweet lady,

I much prefer listening to you and shall do so at every--

(screaming)

(somber music)

(hooves clopping)

(clock chimes)

(footsteps)

- How is she? - The doctor says she'll be fine.

Some things never change.

What was it?

Welcome to the House of Usher.

I think I need a drink.

(suspenseful music)

Ghosts do not exist, Rosalind.

They're solely the product of a troubled imagination.

But it was there.

- I felt it. - What you felt

were your own fears.

What fears, Doctor?

I was so cold.

I began to shake.

And then...

And then it touched me.

Darling, if there had been something,

we would've felt it too, wouldn't we?

Yes, that's right, Rosie.

No, you'll never know what I feel.

None of you.

You all think I'm mad.

We think nothing of the sort, Rosalind.

(soft music)

As soon as he entered this house, I felt it.

As soon as the door closed behind him.

Mr. Lloyd?

Yes.

Your Mr. Lloyd.

She was always rather sensitive.

Do you know, when our father died,

almost a year had passed before Rosalind was convinced

his ghost had finally left this house.

- How strange. - Perhaps not.

She hated Father.

Not that I quite _blame her, poor glrl.

Mm.

What's happening?

Bernard, I thought you'd given that up.

Tomorrow, Mama.

- How's our Rosie? - She's resting.

Oh, I trust that the rest of your visit

will be much more joyful.

Mrs. Wingrave, if I can be of any service...

Thank you.

Dear, show Mr. Lloyd to his room.

(melancholic music)

Rather unpleasant introduction to our household.

I hope nothing else happens.

She'll sleep through the night.

And when she awakens...

Find her a husband, Sarah.

(mOOdy music)

Shipping.

Father was what is known as a shipping magnate.

And now, we all have a share in the fruits of his labor.

I never realized you're so wealthy.

Oh, yes, each of us, independently.

Father's will was quite explicit on that score.

- Your sisters as well. - Oh, yes.

Each of us.

Do you think you'll be able to stay longer than a month?

That depends on many factors.

I'm sure.

I brought some gifts for your sisters.

You know, this room used to be mine

before I was exiled to Europe.

You never told me.

We black sheep keep our secrets, don't we?

(music box playing)

The romantic Europeans.

Give this to Dita.

She will adore it.

If you're not careful, Arthur, you may leave here

with a Wingrave bride.

A man could do far worse.

Unless he was already married.

(somber music)

We do keep our secrets.

Where did you find that?

Suitcase pocket.

"Arthur and Helen forever."

I do think you should've told me.

Yes, I suppose so, but it was over long ago.

Divorce?

Dead.

- Oh, I'm sorry. -lt's long before you and I met

two years ago.

By the end, we hated...

we hated each other, but she's dead now

and it's--it's over.

(eerie music)

(crystal tinkling)

Who is it?

I know you're there.

Where are you?

(door creaking)

(tense music)

(wind howling)

(eerie music)

Who are you?

What do you want from me?

Who are you?

(dramatic music)

(soft music)

Then he said, "We may drink a bit too much wine

here in France, Mr. Lloyd, but at least we do not have

an alcoholic for a president."

How horrible!

What did you say?

Simply that while President Grant

was under the influence, he was still a better man

than any Frenchman I had met.

- Oh, bravo! - Bravo!

How very clever of you, Mr. Lloyd.

I certainly hope that put him in his place.

Oh, indeed.

It almost put poor Arthur in his place.

- Perdita... - What do you mean?

If I hadn't intervened,

the Frenchman would've challenged Arthur to a duel.

And that, incidentally, is how we met.

- Oh, Bernard. -lt's true, Mama!

We've heard about 25 different versions

of how you and Mr. Lloyd met,

one for every day that he's been here.

Yes, that's right.

Mr. Lloyd, how did you really meet?

Won't you tell us, please?

Most unromantically, I'm afraid, Miss Wingrave.

On shipboard coming home, we shared the same table.

(Plays piano key)

Oh, no, I don't believe you.

- Perdita! - Well, then perhaps

it was a ghost that brought us together,

Miss Wingrave, one of your sister's friends

rattling a silly chain or two in some deserted castle,

moaning out a warning that doom would be upon us.

Doom!

(strikes piano keys)

Doom!

(strikes piano keys)

Doom!

(laughing, clapping)

- Bravo. - Rosalind!

(mOOdy music)

(soft, melancholic music)

Miss Wingrave...

Miss Wingrave, if I have offended you,

I'm most truly sorry.

I don't enjoy being laughed at, Mr. Lloyd.

I'm not a child, nor a fool.

I think of you as neither.

Ghosts are not silly.

There is something in this house.

A presence.

I know it.

I meant no harm.

Please look at me, Miss Wingrave, please.

Dear Rosalind...

(mellow music)

I'm much too fond of you to cause you pain,

please believe that.

Mr. Lloyd...

Arthur.

Arthur.

Much better.

A peace offering.

You have such a lovely smile.

I've offended you again.

Dear Rosalind...

These weeks here have been among the happiest of my life.

I'm so pleased.

And when I think of leaving, which I must...

I think of sadness.

You know I'm a widower.

Yes.

Bernard told us.

I've led a lonely life since Helen died.

Did you love her very much?

It's over.

I know that now for her.

Here with you and your family,

I've begun to see the future.

I'm so very fond of you, Arthur.

Dear gentle Rosalind...

(knocking)

Arthur?

May I come in?

(knocking)

It's Rosalind, with her own peace offering.

(eerie music)

(wind howling)

(gasping)

(wind howling)

(dramatic music)

(crying)

(shattering)

Oh, no.

No, no.

(crying)

(eerie music)

Help me.

Please help me.

I know.

I know who you are...

and you must help me.

Please help me!

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

I thought you'd be in bed.

I'm not.

Come. Help me with my hair.

In a moment, Rosie.

What are you holding in your hand?

Who gave it to you?

Mr. Lloyd.

Mr. Lloyd?

Why not Arthur?

Mr. Lloyd is generous all of a sudden.

No, it's...

it's not all of a sudden, Rosie.

He offered it to me a week ago.

And you needed a week's begging to take it?

I wouldn't have taken it in less than two.

It isn't just the locket, it's...

it's what it means.

Does Mama know of your intrigue?

Does Bernard?

Mama has approved of my intrigue,

as you call it.

Mr. Ll--

Arthur...

has asked for my hand, and Mama has given it.

Well, would you rather he had applied to you,

dear sister?

You have my very best wishes.

I wish you every happiness and a very long life.

Come on, Rosie.

He couldn't have married both of us.

Rosie, I didn't...

(music box plays)

(eerie whistling)

(glasses clink)

To the groom to-be!

Thank you.

You're a fortunate man, Arthur.

She's lovely and a beautiful girl.

And rich.

Money means nothing, I adore Perdita

and intend to make her happy.

I hope you mean that, Arthur.

If not, you'll have me to answer to.

And I do mean that.

Bravo!

Spoken like a loyal brother.

Rosalind! We were wondering where you were.

Dear gentle Rosalind,

I've been so eager to speak to you.

To tell me how much you adore my sister?

Common knowledge, Mr. Lloyd.

But your first wife, your Helen,

did you adore her as much?

- Rosalind! - Or did you hasten

her departure from this world?

Rosalind, I'll hear no more of this.

I thought you loved our sister, Bernard.

Is it not strange how little Mr. Lloyd

will tell us of his dear, departed Helen?

Was she dark?

Was she fair?

Was she poor?

- Was she rich? - Don't answer her, Arthur.

I think you'd better go up to your room.

Why, Bernard, have you suddenly

become our father after all these years?

Rosie, for the love of heaven,

get some control over yourself!

Let me go, you drunken sot!

Rosalind!

(soft, tense music)

What happened?

Have you gone mad?

(door slams)

Rosie,

how could you accuse Arthur of murdering his wife?

Don't marry him, Dita.

- Please. - But I love him.

She will destroy you.

- Who? - His Helen.

His dead wife.

She's here, Dita, I know she will do it.

God help me, I even asked her to do it.

You have gone mad.

Can't you feel it, Dita?

Her hatred?

It follows him wherever he goes.

Oh, and would it follow him still

if he were to marry you instead of me?

Dita, please.

You will be harmed.

You Will die.

Don't marry him, Dita, please.

Please.

(sobbing)

Rosie, oh Rosie.

It's all right.

Poor Rosie.

(dramatic music)

(calm music)

This really isn't necessary, you know?

I'm sure Rosie will be most apologetic.

There's no need for an apology.

I agree with all concerned that a hotel would be better.

When we're married and living in Boston,

it will all be forgotten.

Yes.

And by the way,

where did you live with your first wife?

(soft, tense music)

You too?

I'm merely curious, you never said.

Pennsylvania.

Philadelphia?

Yes, Philadelphia.

Helen Lloyd.

That's correct.

That was her name.

I did not kill her, she died.

Would you like the name of our physician at the time?

Don't be ridiculous.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

(gentle music-box music)

Who is it?

Who's there?

Go back to bed, Dita.

Did it wake you, too?

Go back to bed.

Have you gone completely mad?

Let me go!

Were you trying to wake us all?

It wasn't I.

It was she.

Rosalind, please.

Arthur and Helen, they loved to waltz.

It was romantic and beautiful

and it made him love her more.

He hated her, Rosie, hated.

She's still here.

Rosalind, please go back to bed.

You don't believe me?

(tense music)

You don't believe an emotion, if strong enough,

can reach beyond the grave?

And what emotion is that?

Envy.

Jealousy.

Dear Rosalind, are you certain you're not

reciting a catalogue of your own feelings?

Don't believe me.

I know it's true.

What made you say he'd killed her?

I don't know.

You weren't serious, were you?

I told you, I don't know.

Then I'd advise you, dear sister,

never to repeat the slander.

Bernard...

She's going to die, you know.

Who now?

Dita.

I tried to warn her.

If she marries him, she'll die.

(dramatic music)

Do you, Perdita Wingrave,

take Arthur Lloyd as your lawful wedded husband?

To love and to cherish,

to have and to hold,

and forsaking all others, to keep yourself to him only,

so long as you both shall live?

I do.

(somber music)

Hurry, Rosalind, they're leaving!

- Bye, Mama. - I hope so at least once...

I'll write you every week, I promise,

and Rosie, too, goodbye.

- Bernard! - Ah!

Oh, you will come and visit us soon?

Perdita, you didn't give Rosalind your bridal bouquet.

Oh, Mama, you do it for me.

Oh, no, darling, it's important

that the bouquet comes from the bride.

But the coach is waiting.

Please, Dita, it's important.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, have a wonderful...

(indistinct remarks)

(ominous music)

Oh, Rosie, couldn't you wait?

But I shall wait.

One year.

She will grant you only one year.

(mOOdy music)

I've been looking for you.

Mr. Crowell has come to call.

He's a fine young man, Rosalind.

Mr. Crowell is fat and he is ugly,

and I do not care to see him.

He's kind and he's terribly fond of you.

And I'm not Dita.

I should be grateful to have someone, anyone.

That's what you're saying, isn't it Mama?

Oh, no, darling, no.

But you cannot seclude yourself forever.

It won't be forever, Mama.

(ominous music)

Dita has been married for almost a year.

Oh, Arthur, it's so lovely, thank you.

So you won't forget me while I'm away.

Forget you? I'll think of you every moment.

As will our son.

- Or daughter. - No, son.

You will have a son.

Oh, darling, I love you so much.

I never dreamed I could be this happy.

-L'll miss you, Arthur. - I do love you.

(tender music)

And you spoil me buying so much expensive jewelry,

I can scarcely believe that I'm worth all this expense.

Darling, I'm sorry.

You needn't be, the expense is yours.

But it doesn't matter to me.

It does to me.

You think I enjoy living on your income?

You think a man is proud to buy his wife gifts

with her own money?

It'll change, you said so yourself,

after this business trip.

Arthur...

You know what is my most precious possession?

This.

My locket.

Because you bought it for me, Arthur, you.

I'll wear it as long as I live,

and I'll be buried with it when I die.

Perdita.

You lost one.

Oh, darling, I wish you didn't have to go.

It won't be for long...

and you won't be alone here.

I have another surprise for you.

Go to the door and open it.

- Oh, what is it? Tell me. - Open the door and see.

Oh, I'll wager you sent for Mama!

(foreboding music)

Hello, Dita.

Does Dita know you are coming to me for money?

N0, I simply mentioned a business trip.

Bernard, I need the additional capital

for this venture.

When this shipment of spice arrives,

our money will be doubled.

Why not ask Dita?

I want to do this without her.

Can't you understand that?

And if something should happen to the shipment?

Then I shall have to ask Dita.

And if something should happen to Dita?

During the last year, Arthur,

I've had several friends make inquiries in Philadelphia.

Curiosity, you understand.

I was even more curious when no trace could be found

of either an Arthur or Helen Lloyd

ever having lived in that city of brotherly love.

What the devil does that have to do with Dita?

Just this:

Our dear father's will declares

that if Dita dies before the age of 25,

her inheritance passes directly to Rosalind,

you would get nothing.

Will you lend me the money or will you not?

What did happen to your first wife, Arthur?

I'll see you in hell.

Understand me, Bernard, nothing will happen to Dita.

Nothing.

(gentle music-box music)

(insects chirring)

Rosie, you startled me.

So dark out tonight,

there isn't any moon.

There aren't even any stars.

(music ceases)

Why are you staring at me like that?

What do you want from me?

Oh, Arthur, hurry home, please.

(dramatic music)

(light music)

(clock chimes once)

(soft, tense music)

(Rosalind humming)

Arthur has such lovely taste, has he not?

What are you trying to do to me?

This robe, this necklace... I adore them all, Dita.

Take them off, Rosie, please.

You're so ungenerous, Dita.

Really.

I said, take them off!

It doesn't matter,

they will be mine soon enough.

Never. Never!

Really, Dita?

In your condition?

Get out of my house, Rosie.

Icannot

I promised Arthur I would stay with you.

You want me dead.

God help me, you want me dead.

No, Dita, not I.

I'm your sister and I love you.

- Please, Rosie. -lt's she.

-It's Helen, his dead wife. - No, please.

- I tried to warn you, Dita... - I said, stop it.

...and now the year is almost ended.

Stop it, Rosie, please.

Can't you feel her hatred, Dita?

- Please, Rosie, stop it. - It fills every corner...

- Stop it. -...of this room.

It surrounds you.

It presses in upon you

like the weight of a thousand coffins, Dita.

Stop it!

(shriek)

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(sniffling)

(somber music)

I'll never forgive myself for not being here.

You couldn't know.

Dear gentle Rosalind...

She's awake, Arthur.

Go to her.

Dita.

Arthur, our son is dead.

I love you.

- Will you ever forgive me? - My darling Dita...

- The locket. - What?

My locket, where's my locket?

- Here. - I must have it.

Will you put it around my neck, please?

Of course.

I treasure it so, Arthur.

You must promise

that it will be buried with me when I die.

Dita, you must not think of death.

It thinks of me, my darling.

Do you promise?

Yes.

Rosalind.

You wish to see her?

No, no.

My gowns and my jewels, she must not have them.

Rosalind?

Yes. Oh, I think she's evil.

She covets them because they're mine

-and she mustn't have them. - Darling, don't.

In the attic, a chest.

You must take my gowns and my jewels

and you must lock them in the chest.

You must take the key and never give it to her.

- D0 you promise? - Yes.

- Do you swear? - I swear.

(breathing heavily)

Oh, Arthur, do you love me?

You know I do.

As much as you loved Helen?

More, much more.

Darling?

I'm so cold, Arthur.

I'm so--I'm so cold, hold me.

Hold me.

(eerie music)

Arthur, sh--

Rosie was right.

She is here.

- Oh. - What, darling?

It is she.

It is she who's done this to us.

Dita.

Dita?

Dita.

Do you, Rosalind Wingrave,

take Arthur Lloyd as your lawful wedded husband,

to love and to cherish, to have and to hold,

and forsaking all others to keep yourself to him only

so long as you both shall live?

I do.

(dramatic music)

(somber music)

(Uplifting music)

(laughter)

I truly cannot believe it.

The groom refuses to carry his bride over the threshold.

What manner of man have I married?

Aweary man, Rosalind.

Very weaW-

After all, a year's courtship is an exhausting experience.

You could've asked me sooner.

You know I could not.

Come.

Let me take your things.

Perhaps it was a mistake coming back here after.

You're sorry you married me.

Of course not.

Do you know Bernard was opposed?

That he said you were marrying me

only for my money?

Did you believe that?

I told him I didn't care.

And I told Mama that I loved you

and that if she wouldn't give her consent,

I would go into my room and never come out again

so long as I lived.

You didn't.

And I do love you, Arthur.

(eerie music)

What is it?

You Will die.

You Will die.

Rosie?

What's wrong?

You Will die.

Oh, Arthur, tell me you love me

more than Dita, more than Helen,

more than anyone.

Darling, what is it?

You must love me, Arthur, you must.

(soft music)

(hooves clopping)

The Cartwrights are planning a ball.

I think we should be invited.

I will not go.

Hm?

Perdita had properjewelry.

I do not.

(mOOdy music)

(paper rustling)

I feel a chill.

Didn't you hear me, Arthur?

I said, "l feel a chill."

Move closer to the fire.

Afire will never warm me in this house.

(insects chirring)

(melancholic music)

(gentle music-box music)

(shattering)

(tense music)

To whom are you writing?

Business acquaintances.

Will you tell them how much you love your wife?

Arthur, where is the key?

What key?

To the chest in the...

(footsteps)

(eerie music)

(footsteps)

What now?

She's walking again.

Don't you hear her?

(footsteps)

I hear nothing.

Rosalind...

Please!

Rosie, for the love of--

Shh!

Listen.

(footsteps)

(door opening, footsteps)

(door closing)

She went into the attic.

There's no one here, Rosalind, no one.

It's Helen.

She killed Dita.

And now she's waiting for me.

She's waiting.

Four years, Mrs. Wingrave.

More.

We've been searching almost five.

Well, now I'm here,

and all I need is his address in Boston.

I find it so hard to believe.

The evidence is easily available

in my coach outside.

I should like to accompany you, sir.

Yes, of course.

Your sister.

Mr. Lloyd is charming and elusive...

and a scoundrel.

(soft music)

(thunder rumbling)

(melancholic music)

(thunder rumbling)

Rosalind?

(footsteps)

(door opening, footsteps)

(door closing, thunder rumbling)

Rosalind?

Are you up there?

(thunder crashing)

What are you doing here?

Give me the key to the chest.

You know I cannot.

She is waiting, and you must protect me from her.

Come, Rosie.

- Please, Arthur. - Let's go downstairs.

Give me the key.

I gave my oath to your sister.

My sister is dead.

Do I mean nothing?

Am I welcome to only what she permits me to have?

You have gowns and jewels of your own.

Without your love, I have nothing.

And Helen will destroy me.

Nonsense!

Only your love can keep me from her, only that.

Rosalind, listen to me, please listen to me.

Helen can harm no one.

She killed Perdita, did she not?

You didn't love her enough to save her

and now, dear God, you love me even less.

(echoed laughing)

Listen to her!

She's laughing at me!

I hear no one! There is no one!

She is here!

And she will destroy me.

Oh, please, Arthur, please, you must help me.

You must show her that you love me

more than you loved Perdita.

It's my only hope.

You Will die.

Please!

N0. pl-no!

- Rosalind. - No!

- Rosalind. - No! No!

(screaming)

- Oh, help me. - Don't!

- Please help me! - Oh, Rosie.

(eerie music)

You must help me.

Shh.

Shh, Rosie.

Rosie.

Rosie, come downstairs and go to bed and rest.

(crying)

Shh.

Come with me.

Come.

(thunder crashing)

(thunder crashing)

(thunder rumbling)

(echoed laughing)

(laughing continues)

(thunder crashing)

(mOOdy music)

Rosie, you shouldn't come down.

You must get some rest.

I hate her.

I always did.

It was always the same.

Whatever I wanted, she would get.

Darling...

Why did she have to be so pretty?

Please, darling.

"Darfingll?

It was only my money.

Why not admit it?

It's Dita you love.

It will always be Dita.

I'm married to you!

But you will allow her gowns to rot

and herjewels to lie dead in that chest before--

I swore an oath on her deathbed.

Will you swear on my deathbed

after your Helen has destroyed me?

Blast Helen, nothing will destroy you

but your own madness and jealousy,

and I am weary of it!

Now I'm mad!

You do hate me!

(soft, suspenseful music)

(thunder crashing)

(thunder rumbling)

(soft clattering)

(thunder rumbling)

Here's the key to the chest.

If you want her locket,

you will have to go to her grave.

She is buried with it.

God, forgive me.

(thunder crashing)

(thunder rumbling)

(wind howling, clattering)

(chandelier clinking)

(thunder crashing)

(thunder crashing)

(rapid drumming)

(eerie music)

(chandelier tinkling)

(wind howling)

(wind howling)

(footsteps)

(door opening, footsteps)

(door closing)

(thunder crashing)

(thunder crashing)

(thunder crashing)

(thunder rumbling)

You Will die.

You Will die.

You Will die.

You Will die.

You Will die.

You Will die.

You Will die.

You Will die.

You Will die!

(knocking)

(pounding)

...answering, I think we should just go in anyway.

(indistinct remarks)

Arthur?

Rosalind?

(thunder rumbling)

They wouldn't be out in this storm.

You wait in there, I'll go upstairs.

Bernard.

You...

Something happened to Rosalind?

And why should something happen to Rosalind?

It's--it's difficult to explain, she...

she thought the ghost of Helen--

Ghost of Helen.

A figment of Rosie's imagination,

but you've always known that, haven't you?

- Yes, but... - Yes, yes, and yes.

There can be no ghost of a woman not yet dead,

nor divorced.

Yes, you unscrupulous bigamist!

Yes, you fortune-hunting thief!

Rosie's ghost, your Helen, and her father.

May God forgive me for ever introducing you--

(Rosalind screams)

Rosie!

(thunder rumbling)

It has the smell of a grave.

Dear God!

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder crashing)

(thunder crashing)

(echoed laughing)

Perdita.

(laughing continues)

(laughter echoes, fades)

(somber music)