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And then, through the branches of the old trees,

I see the house again.

It sits there waiting for me.

silent, malignant,

place of unspeakable horror.

There is no one there now.

On a mailbox beside the driveway,

I can make out the name of the people who live there once:

Tierney.

But the Tierneys must have all gone away a long time ago,

and the house stands like a moldering tombstone

to a world that died.

There is an old-fashioned knocker on the door.

An unseen hand always opens the door for me..

I always go up the shadowy stairway as if I know

exactly where to find the answer to what has drawn me here

It's behind a little unmarked door,

and some unearthly power swings it open to receive me.

I look up that narrow dusty stairway,

and for a moment that is so brief,

so filled with terror that my mind cannot hold onto it,

I know why I had to come to this place

Did I go up the stairs this time, doctor?

No, it was the same as before.

You almost bring yourself to see the truth and then you�

But what truth?

All I know is that death in its most hideous form

waits for me at the top of those stairs.

That's not all you know, Mrs. Justin.

You hold the answer deep within your own mind.

Consciously you've forgotten it. That's the way the human mind works.

Whenever something is too unpleasant,

too shameful for us to entertain, we reject it.

We erase it from our memory.

But the imprint is always there.

Nothing is ever really forgotten.

But not all of us do things we're ashamed of.

We wouldn't be human if we hadn't.

I'm quite human, doctor but there's nothing in my past

that I couldn't tell my husband or that I haven't told you.

I have never seen that house,

except in my dream.

I... I can't connect it with any... any place or anyone I've ever known.

- You're an orphan. - Yes.

You've lived most of your life here in Switzerland.

Yes, I was sent here as a child for my health.

Incipient tuberculosis from which you made a complete recovery.

I'm strong as an ox now.

Those uh... two years in the sanatorium

it's not a very happy time, was it?

I don't have a very clear recollection of them now.

These nightmares resumed about six weeks ago.

Yes.

You've been married about the same length of time.

You're on the wrong track there, doctor.

I told Philip everything. It made very dull telling, I assure you.

And now he's taking you back to America.

Yes.

You are happy about this, of course.

I couldn't be happier.

I love Switzerland, but

after all, America's my real home.

Well, perhaps it's for the best.

these dreams may have some associations

for you here in Switzerland.

If so, I think it's quite possible

you may leave these behind too.

At least we hope so.

That's certainly good news, doctor.

- Dr. Forel... - Yes.

You don't believe there's really any connection

between my dreams and my marriage, do you?

No, no; I... I merely noted the coincidence.

But several times you suggested

Philip come to see you. Why?

I do that in most cases, Mrs. Justin.

Sometimes the husband can be very helpful.

Oh, I know he always intended to come,

but he had such a short time in Switzerland

and he loves to go up in the mountains alone.

Mrs. Justin, your husband came to see me two weeks ago.

Oh, yes I... I believe it slipped my mind.

Was it helpful, doctor?

I believe you've known your husband a very short time.

Yes, we had what you call in America a whirlwind romance.

Then, whatever's causing these dreams

occurred a long time before you met Philip Justin.

- Good-bye, doctor. - Good-bye, Mrs. Justin.

And thank you for helping me.

Darling, I'm back!

I've got everything: tickets, passports, money, smallpox certificate.

What about customs declarations?

They give them on the plane. You'll have hours to fill them up.

Oh, we're too excited!

- What did I do with the tickets? - You got them right in your hand.

See, you're gonna be very useful to have around

Oh, you have no idea.

I'm glad we'll be flying at night.

We can neck all the way across the Atlantic.

You don't have to wait that long.

This'd be a gag I pulled at college.

We would take a girl down to the airport, bus depot station, and

watch the train or the plane pull out.

then we'd kiss the girl goodbye.

I wish she wouldn't be going anywhere,

but nobody would know that.

- All right, who was she? - Oh, there was long ago.

Come on, I told Dr. Forel I confessed all to you.

Now it's your turn.

How was the session with Forel?

No change.

Now he tells me the dreams are caused by something scandalous

I did and then forgot.

�Don't you worry, darling?

I may have a perfectly dreadful past neither one of us knows about.

I don't believe you ever went to a station to watch the train pull out.

You're so smug!

These Swiss boys know a few tricks too.

Huh?

What they ever did to you was Yodel.

The first time I kissed you, your nose got in the way.

Oh, you're learning!

Keep on teaching, professor.

Philip...

- What is it? A dream? - No. I wasn't sleeping.

I just remembered something awful.

I forgot to have the initials on my luggage changed.

- It'll get through customs anyway. - But they're all marked "SW".

Your family might think we're not married.

I don't have any family, Sheila.

You never told me that, Philip.

There's so much I don't know about you.

- It doesn't matter. - Not really.

But I want to know everything you did before you met me.

What you do, where you come from,

how you got along without me all these years.

All these years I've been looking for you.

Let's try to get some sleep.

All right.

- Philip... - Yes?

Why didn't you tell me you were to see Dr. Forel?

I did tell you, don't you remember?

No.

I guess I didn't hear you.

- We're lost, aren't we? - No.

It's the right road.

It's creepy looking. I wish we'd stayed in New York.

You need a quiet place where you can rest for a couple of weeks.

You make me sound like an invalid.

Well, you did have that dream again last night.

Yes.

Turn around and go back, Philip!

Take me away! Take me away!

Sheila, what is it? What's wrong?

It's the house... The one in my dreams.

Nonsense, it can't be.

You said you've never been in Florida before. How could you've seen it?

I never saw it before, but that's the house.

Philip, I'm frightened.

It's an old empty house.

Why are you afraid of a house?

I don't know.

Whatever is inside, it's horrible.

I don't know what it is.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

An empty house can't hurt you.

- But it's same house! - You know that's impossible.

Look, you dreamed of an old house.

The first one you've seen reminds you of it.

You simply made the transference in your mind.

You've got to be sensible.

You can't dream about a place you've never seen.

It's exactly the same.

Those trees, its door and the windows...

There must be the attic!

Every old house has an attic.

- Do we have to go in there? -Yes.

It'll be good for you.

Once you realize there's nothing in there that can hurt you,

the dream will go away.

Besides, darling, I will be with you every minute.

What do you want here? I'm Jonah, the caretaker.

And I am Justin, the new resident.

Oh, you come to the wrong place. This house ain't never rented.

- It is now. - Well, they would've told me about it.

I just told you we've rented the house. We're gonna live here.

Now you know.

Lie down!

Come on, darling.

- Philip... - Don't be frightened, darling.

I'll go out to get the bags. You wait right here?

My husband took the house on short notice.

I'm sure you'll be notified by mail in a day or two you.

Ain't been no mail here for the last 17 years.

- Has it been empty that long? - Mm-hmm.

Must have been a lovely home once.

What happened to the people that lived here?

They went away.

One by one they went away. Except me.

Isn't it lonely for you?

Lonely? No.

It ain't lonely, I got my dog.

You see, I'm waiting for them to come back.

That's why I keep it like it was. For them.

For whom?

Well, the folks it belongs to.

It's theirs, that's why I try to keep it looking nice.

What's...?

What's their name?

Carry the bags upstairs

and we'll decide which bedroom we're going to use.

Philip, this is the house.

I know every step before I take it.

I go up there.

Along the railing to the left there's a bedroom.

Hideous wallpaper, huge awful looking flowers on it.

You never mentioned going into a bedroom in your dream.

No, I didn't.

Maybe I see it as I go past.

The door is closed.

Sheila.

I told you, Philip. I told you what it was like.

Now do you believe me?

This is the house I dreamed about.

But why? Why do you dream about it? What does it mean to you?

It means I'm going to die here.

Philip, take me away!

I can't stay here, I cannot, I'll go out of my mind.

All right, darling.

We'll go away.

Do you carry a spare can of gasoline?

It isn't that. The tank is half full.

What's wrong?

It's been wrecked.

The wires have been pulled out and the distributor cap is missing.

Jonah!

Why? He tries to keep us from staying here. Why did he do it?

I don't know. For some reason he changed his mind.

Can't you repair it?

I can probably fix the wires,

but without the distributor cap, we're stuck here.

Jonah!

The name is on the mailbox.

What?

You asked me who used to live here.

You didn't still see the name on the mailbox?

Tierney!

- Why did they all leave? - Why? Hmm.

Nobody knows why they ever did anything.

It was all the same. The whole family.

Folks around here used to call them "the... the mad Tierneys".

Didn't you know that?

No.

Then, how come you know the name?

You didn't see the name on the mailbox. I watched you come.

I don't know how I knew.

Maybe I had been here before,

a long time ago.

No. I would've remembered you.

I've always been here.

If you've been here before, I would've remembered.

It's all vaguely familiar. Like...

Like something that happened when you're a small child.

What do you remember?

I'm not sure.

I can see myself as a little girl playing in the grass.

There was a boy.

He was older than I was.

I think I was in love with him.

I think he carved our initials on the trunk of a tree.

A big old palm tree.

It's all so vague...

I don't know where he came from.

I know every tree on this plantation.

I would've seen them initials.

Maybe it was someplace just like this.

- I thought I heard your voice. - Jonah came back.

Oh?

Well, he's gone again.

I tried to keep him talking till you came down.

Did you ask him why he disabled the car?

I was afraid to. He acts so queer.

He's been living here all alone too long.

I'm sorry there's no coffee. None of the stoves in here work.

Oh, this is fine.

- Philip. - Yes.

Did you bring that gun with you?

It's in my suitcase. Why?

I don't know. That dog frightens me.

So does Jonah.

I just feel better knowing you have it.

Philip!

Philip!

Philip!

Where are you?

Philip!

Sheila, what is it?

Philip! Philip!

What's wrong? Where were you?

Looking for you. I woke up and you were gone.

I couldn't sleep. I took a walk.

I tried to find you

and then that dog came after me. It's out there.

Stay here.

Jonah!

Lie down!

Jonah!

Get this animal out of here and tie him up.

Oh, I have him locked up in the cellar. Somebody must've let him out.

If anybody let him out, it was you.

Now take him back and tie him up. If he gets loose again, I'll shoot him.

Yes, sir. Come on, Tiger.

Come with your wheel.

Everything's all right now. Don't worry.

What ever made you go prowling around in the dark?

There was someone looking in that window.

A hideous, inhuman face.

You weren't here and I was so frightened.

It had to be Jonah.

There's no one else around here for miles.

For some reason he's trying to scare us away from here.

Why?

He disabled our car to keep us here.

I don't know.

- I'm gonna find out right now. - Philip!

Don't worry.

Just lock the door. You'll be safe here.

I'll be back in five minutes.

All right, but...

take your gun.

I can handle it.

The distributor!

Philip!

We have coffee this morning.

Here we go. Drink this, huh?

Slept badly?

The dream again, huh?

I wasn't dreaming.

I found the door to the attic.

I told you. All these old houses have attics.

I recognized it the instant I saw it.

It was just like in my dream.

Was it?

- I don't remember. - But you must remember.

Don't you see?

Once you understand what it all means, you'll never have the dreams again.

Is that why you brought me to this house, Philip?

Darling, I brought you here for rest and to get over the dreams.

But why to this house?

How did you know where it was? I didn't even know.

How did you find it?

It's only the same house in your imagination.

You're lying!

Why are you doing this to me?

Why?

Don't miss your breakfast. I'll be downstairs.

The distributor is gone.

S. W.

Sheila Wayne.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

My name is Snell. I own this house

and I'd appreciate an explanation of what you're doing here.

My husband rented it.

Then, in that case I'd like to speak with your husband if I may.

He should be back any moment He's gone for a walk.

Is something wrong, Mr. Snell?

You said your husband rented the house, Mrs. uh...

Mrs. Justin. Yes, that's right, he rented it.

From whom?

I'm not sure. From a realtor, I suppose.

This house is not on the hands of a realtor

and no one has approached me to rent it.

And I wouldn't be interested in any case.

I believe my caretaker informed you of that last night.

Yes, he did.

I'm sure my husband can explain it satisfactorily when he comes back.

Mrs. Justin, I don't want to appear to be unpleasant,

but I'm not interested in explanations.

You and your husband will have to leave this house immediately.

Yes, I'm terribly sorry.

You see, Mrs. Justin, the house has been closed up for a good many years.

It's not even fit to live in, it's not safe.

As a matter of fact, the electricity has been turned off.

So if you fell through the floor or stumbled on the stairs,

I'd be liable.

- I'm sure you understand. - Of course.

As a matter of fact, we... we started to leave last night, but... but the car

the car wouldn't start.

I'm not very much of a mechanic, but what seems to be the trouble?

My husband said the distributor had been stolen.

Stolen? By whom?

There's no one around here for miles except Jonah, my caretaker,

And I can assure you he wouldn't do anything to delay your departure.

On the contrary, he did his best to frighten us away.

Well, all I can suggest is

that you get in the car and drive with me to the nearest garage

and have a mechanic sent back.

I can't go until my husband comes.

Mrs. Justin, the idea is for both of you to leave.

Suppose we refuse to leave.

What are you gonna do about it?

Good Lord! I have no idea. Your wife said that her name�

I asked you how you intend to make us leave.

Why on earth would you wanna stay in an old place like�?

You could run us off, huh?

With an axe.

I simply said that the house was dangerous.

Naturally, if you want to stay here under these conditions,

you're perfectly welcome.

Well, I'm not being a very good host.

It's been many years, Philip.

We've lost touch with you.

Where have you been?

In Europe.

Switzerland.

Philip and I were married recently.

In Lausanne.

I hope I'm not interrupting your honeymoon.

I'll stay a few days.

Now that I'm here, I thought I'd look the old place over

and see if there's anything that could be done with it.

You don't mind, do you, Philip?

It's yours, isn't it?

I'm afraid most of that went over my head.

Philip never mentioned that he knew you

or that you own the house.

- What did he say? - Nothing really.

He must've given you some explanation for bringing you back here.

Back here?

Then, I have been here before.

I... I don't know.

But you said back here. That's what you meant.

You know I've been here before, don't you?

Don't you? This is a place you could never forget.

You do remember being here, don't you, Mrs. Tierney?

I'm not sure.

Why did you call me Mrs. Tierney?

Did I? I meant Mrs. Justin, of course.

S. W. and P. T.

Philip Tierney.

That's his name, isn't it?

Look at me, Mr. Snell. I want to know it's true, isn't it?

Yes.

Philip is the last of the Tierneys.

The last of the mad Tierneys. That's what they're called, isn't it?

And those initials in that old tree... "S. W."

Sheila Wayne, those are my initials, aren't they?

He carved them when I was just a little girl.

Don't you remember any of it?

It's all so vague.

It all comes back to me in little bits and pieces.

I try to fit them together, but they fade away.

I... I was ill.

In... in the sanatorium in Switzerland for a long time.

My memory always seems to start in the sanatorium.

Before that, it's like a thick mist.

What does it all mean?

These are questions for your husband to answer, Mrs. Tierney, not me.

I wish I could help you, but I can't.

It would have been better if you've never left Switzerland.

I should never have come to this house.

There's something evil here.

But Philip...

He wasn't like this in Switzerland.

What is there about this house that makes him...

like he is?

Possibly only Philip knows.

I urge you for your own safety to leave this house at once.

Take my car if you like, but get away from here.

Now.

Philip,

tell me the truth, Philip.

- Why did you bring me to this house? - For your own good.

- You knew I'd been here before. - Yes.

I knew.

I lived here as children.

I remembered that last night after we'd been here a little while.

It was all so hazy. I can't quite make out the face.

The boy who carved our initials on the tree.

I was in love with you then.

And that's why I fell in love with you so quickly in Switzerland.

I told Dr. Forel we had a whirlwind romance.

It wasn't really.

I'd been in love with you for... for years and years.

I love you, Sheila.

- Do you? - I love you very, very much.

Why did you bring me to this place,

to this horrible evil house?

So you would get over the nightmares.

They were destroying you, Sheila.

In no time they'd have you back in the sanatorium.

Sanatorium?

I was sent there because of my lungs.

- Wasn't I, Philip? - No, darling.

Are you trying to tell me that...

I was sent away to Switzerland because I was...

- insane? - Sheila, you'd had a nervous breakdown.

Nervous breakdown? I was 7 years old!

A child of 7 doesn't have a nervous breakdown!

I was insane, wasn't I?

Sheila, there's nothing wrong with you now except those nightmares.

I brought you here to regain your health.

There's only one way to cure you.

- No, Philip! - You must go up in that attic!

I can't! I can't!

There's something waiting for me up there.

If I climb those stairs, I'll die, I know that.

Darling, it's only your imagination.

I'll be with you every step of the way.

Please, you must do this!

Don't ask me to do that, Phillip! I can't!

I won't.

Matthew Tierney.

Died November 4th, 1939.

Born to Matthew and Melissa Tierney.

Son, Lawrence.

Died November 4th, 1939.

Born a daughter, Lydia.

Died January 18th, 1920.

Born a son, Samuel.

Died November 4th, 1939.

Born to Samuel and Ann Tierney.

Son, Philip.

Philip...

The last of the mad Tierneys.

Jonah!

I was just looking at the family Bible.

It belonged to my husband's grandfather, didn't it?

- Did you know him? - I'd known him, I'd known them all.

Matthew Tierney had two sons and a daughter.

They's all dead now.

I can see that.

Jonah,

it says that Matthew and his sons Lawrence and Samuel

all died on the same day.

November 4th, 1939 at midnight.

What happened, Jonah?

Was there an accident, all of them dying at once?

His strain died out. All except him.

Philip... But, what caused it?

He... he's seen death coming for him.

Well, he was 84 and... and it was his time.

Matthew was... Matthew died of old age, but...

but Lawrence and Philip's father, they were both young men.

He's seen what he had to do.

The curse of the Tierneys was on them.

And he could see it. He brought them into this world

and he took them out again before he died.

You mean the old man, his two sons?

He... he watched for it all the time they was growing up.

He looked for it to show up and then it did, like in all the Tierneys.

Th... they was tainted, he knew he had to wipe it out before he was taken.

There was only one way: blood.

There was blood all over everything.

The place ran with the blood of the mad Tierneys.

I... I took the axe out myself and buried it.

Horrible!

He done what he had to do. Then he laid down and died himself.

But he missed one.

- Philip. - Yeah.

He was away, up North,

that's what saved him. And he is the last.

He's come back because he knows he's got to.

He's marked, like all the others.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it!

Go away, miss. Go away before it's too late.

Ain't nothing you can do for him.

I've seen it in him just the same as in all the others.

Yeah.

Watch out! Watch out!

Are you all right?

Jonah...

- I've taken care of it. - I won't put up with carelessness.

You know that.

- I know, I know. - Mrs. Tierney might have been killed!

Now look, you've been around here for a long time.

And if you want to keep your home,

you see that nothing goes wrong from now on. Do you understand?

Philip... Philip...

- Get away from me - You're gonna listen to me for once.

I don't know what you're up to

or why you ever came back here, but I can tell you this:

You're only gonna make matters worse for yourself.

Maybe that's the way you like it.

And tell me, why do you insist on pulling your wife down with you?

How much more do you think she can stand?

You've nearly driven her out of her mind now.

Or is that what you're trying to do, Philip?

What do you think I'm trying to do?

Take her away from here at once if you got any sense left.

Why are you so concerned about Sheila?

Because if she stays in this house another night,

she'll be a raving maniac.

- I'll drive her to town myself. - Sheila stays here with me.

- Why? - Because she had nightmares, Mark.

Didn't she tell you that?

She was going to a psychiatrist in Switzerland

to find out what caused them.

The doctor couldn't help her, but I can. I know exactly what to do.

When she's better, everything's gonna be all right again.

For her, for me and for all the Tierneys, dead or alive.

You'd hate that, wouldn't you, Mark?

You've always hated the Tierneys.

You're insane.

You're really out of your mind.

Who is it?

It's Mark. I brought you some dinner.

- You must eat something - I can't. Where is my�?

Where is he?

He went away about an hour ago, as soon as it was dark.

You should eat something.

He tried to kill me.

It could have been an accident.

I told you how old and rotten the house was.

The chandelier probably just broke away.

No, he was up there. If Jonah hadn't shouted, I�

Why?

- He said he loved me. - And sure he does.

But at other times he's not responsible for what he does.

You see, in a way, you're a threat to him.

Philip is the last of the Tierneys, unless you have a child.

And in his own tortured mind,

He knows that this must never happen.

Let me explain.

With each generation,

the wild strain of the Tierneys becomes not less but more pronounced.

Do you understand?

Why did he marry me? Why doesn't he leave me?

He loves you.

You're his one hold on sanity and, at the same time, the one thing

that's driving him to do what his grandfather did.

I know.

Jonah told me.

- I didn't want to believe it. - I'm afraid it's true.

You see, Sheila...

Philip is my cousin.

Yes.

My mother was Lydia Tierney. She died in the childbirth in 1925.

I grew up here with Philip until he went up north to school.

When the old man�

Why didn't he�?

You mean why didn't grandfather kill me too?

I don't know.

I suppose it's... it's because I really wasn't like a Tierney.

I was a Snell. When I was growing up,

I didn't understand it at the time,

grandfather Tierney was very hard on me, almost cruel.

He must have decided

I had escaped the curse of his line.

- He knew he was mad? - I think he did. It came in spells.

He used to lock himself away in his room for days at a time.

What will become of Philip?

I don't know.

I'm more concerned with what will become of you.

You must leave here as soon as it's daylight.

I'd take you away tonight,

but my car has been disabled too.

- Couldn't we walk? - No.

It's 15 miles, and along those winding roads,

we'd probably lose our way or wind up in the marshes.

- That's better than staying here. - No.

He's outside somewhere, watching the house.

You'll be safer here.

Besides, Jonah and I are gonna take turns standing watch outside your door.

You may not get much sleep,

but I can promise you nothing will happen to you.

Thank you.

Are you sure you don't want something to eat?

Good night.

Good night.

- Who is it? - Sheila, it's Mark.

- Are you all right? - Yes.

Don't come any farther. His neck is broken.

- I heard him scream. - Yes, it was�

He fell over the railing up there.

He must've been dead before he hit the bottom.

Poor Jonah...

He said the house was dangerous.

What happened? The railing gave away?

No. It didn't.

What was he doing prowling around in the dark?

That's his job. He's the caretaker.

Here, put this on.

Do you think we ought to move him?

- It's your house. - I hate to leave him lying there.

- I suppose we have to call the police. - Why?

It was an accident.

- Wasn't it? - That's not for us to say.

How are you gonna get in touch with them? I understand your car broke down.

- I thought you might fix it. - I can try.

Who's gonna drive?

- Sheila. - She can't.

I was merely suggesting that she might like to drive into town.

This has been an awful shock for her.

I'll go.

How long before the police will get here?

It won't be tonight.

He won't go to the police, he will just keep on going.

There's nothing else you can do.

It's better than it's happened this way, my dear.

You'll forget in time.

Mark, what is it?

I don't know.

I'll go down and see. You wait here.

Where's Sheila?

What are you doing back here?

I took a wrong turn. I must have gotten lost.

- Where's Jonah? - I don't know.

I heard a noise, came down to investigate... his body's gone.

- That's strange. - Yes, isn't it?

A dead man gets up and walks away.

- Maybe he wasn't dead. - That's ridiculous.

His neck was broken, you saw him.

I didn't examine him. You did.

Don't you think we ought to go look for the body?

No.

I think you should do what you started out to do: go for the police.

And only get lost again. I don't know the roads around here.

- Somebody's get to go. - How about you?

I can't. My car's broken down.

I'll fix it.

Besides, I don't wanna leave Sheila here alone.

She won't be alone, Mark. I'll be with her.

You wait here a minute. I'll be right back.

- Would you listen to me? - Yes.

He's hidden Jonah's body, probably in the cellar.

We've got to get word to the police.

He won't go and he won't let me take you with me.

- Oh, couldn't wait? - No, he won't give us that much time.

- You still got his gun? - Yes.

Now listen carefully, there's a farmhouse about five miles from here.

I can go there and get back in about 20 minutes.

He'll expect me to be gone for hours.

When I leave this room, you lock the door.

Use the gun if you have to.

- If you'd only wait till morning. - No, this is what he wants us to do.

If we stay in this house tonight, he'll finish his horrible job.

Our only chance is to act faster than he does.

Do you think you can do it?

- I'll try. - Good.

You guard the fire escape with the gun.

I think you can hold him off until I get back.

Good luck.

Sheila, unlock the door. I have to talk to you.

I only wanna help you, darling.

Everything will be all right.

I love you, Sheila.

I'm gonna take you away. You've got to trust me.

All things come to an end.

Pull the trigger, Sheila.

And it'll be the end of the Tierneys.

Don't make me do it, Philip. I don't want to.

Pull the trigger, Sheila!

You get downstairs and write the final entry in the family Bible.

Philip Tierney died here and now.

The last of the mad Tierneys.

I can't!

Do whatever you want to, Philip. I don't care.

I'm your enemy. If that... that's what your mind tells you,

then, go ahead and do it.

You could've killed me.

Why didn't you?

I don't know.

Yes, I do know. Because I love you.

So many years ago,

long before you carved our initials on that tree.

I can't remember any further back, I loved you.

When we met in Switzerland,

I didn't know it, but it was the same love.

That's why I married you, Philip,

that's why I could never hurt you.

I don't wanna hurt you either.

But you feel you must. Is that it, Philip?

Let me help you.

Don't look away. I want to help you.

Everything is gonna be all right now.

Let me help you. Tell me how.

Would you do anything I ask?

- Anything? - Anything. What do you want me to do?

- Come with me, right now. - All right.

Here.

Take this.

Please, I want you to have it.

Not in there!

- Sheila, you must! - I can't! I can't!

You must! That's the only way!

Now listen to me.

There's nothing out there to be afraid of.

It's just an attic, full of dust and cobwebs.

When you were a little girl it was your favorite place to play in rainy days.

You remember.

There's a trunk full of old clothes. You used to dress them up.

- Do you remember, darling? - No.

It'll all come back to you, believe me.

It will. It'll all come back to you.

- Everything. - Don't open this door!

I can't! Don't look at me when you kill me!

Kill me here, but don't torture me!

Sheila!

The axe! Didn't you see the axe! Stop it!

Sheila!

Blood!

Blood on me!

It's everywhere!

It's blood!

They're all dead!

All dead!

Wasn't it a dream?

Did it really happen that night? I guess I saw it.

That's why you brought me back here, wasn't it, Philip?

Yes, dear.

I tried to run away, but I couldn't.

It was buried inside my mind.

I didn't remember. I couldn't remember.

I would've... I would've been insane.

I was insane in that sanatorium, wasn't I?

No.

You saw the kind of horror no child should see.

Your mind locked it away, so you'd never see it again.

You knew I was there.

And you had to dig it out.

I searched you for years.

I found you in Lausanne.

But the secret was hidden in your subconscious.

Only you and the person who used the axe

knew what really happened up here.

- I had to dig it out. - You caused the dreams to start.

You took me to Dr. Forel and then, when nothing else worked,

you brought me here.

You want to know what happened that night, Philip.

I remember now.

We lived in a little house, by a stream.

- My father and I. - He was the caretaker.

- You're one of the family. - I remember.

They used to let me play up here on rainy days.

It rained that day.

I forgot my doll.

And I woke up late at night and crept back in the house to get it.

I came up here.

And then I heard someone coming up the stairs.

I hid under this bed.

And then I saw them.

Your father, your uncle Lawrence...

- And then he killed them... - Who did? Who was it?

...with the axe!

The blood spurted clear across the room.

It was all over me!

It was all over me!

Was it my grandfather? You must have seen who did it.

Was it my grandfather?

No...

It was Jonah.

Yes.

That's the only way it could have happened.

Why?

They didn't tell me much about it.

Jonah married my aunt Lydia.

�Lydia?

- She was Mark's mother. - Yes.

Jonah was Mark's father.

They told me Lydia was a headstrong girl.

Rebellious.

My grandfather never had much time for anyone but his sons.

Lydia, in order to get attention, threw herself at the caretaker.

A stablehand named Jonah Snell.

When my grandfather found out what happened,

he made them get married and give the child a name.

Lydia died giving birth to Mark.

My grandfather brought him into the house.

He raised Mark.

Beyond that, he wouldn't have anything to do with him.

Jonah must have brooded and plotted for years.

He knew he couldn't have the family name and fortune for himself.

but he thought he could get them for his son.

- He must've been insane. - He wasn't then, he was later.

He also knew that when my grandfather died,

the estate would pass to Lawrence and then to Samuel, my father.

After that, to the next oldest relative.

Mark is three years older than I am.

The night my grandfather died, Jonah saw his chance.

I don't know how he lured them up here or why he chose this attic,

but he slaughtered them.

He put the axe in the dead man's hand.

So Mark inherited everything: the plantation, the money, the estate...

That's when I stopped using the name of Tierney.

I swore I'd never use that name again

until people could stop whispering it behind closed doors.

Listen.

- Mark? - What did you do with the gun?

I don't know. I lost it.

Get up there.

Were you successful, Philip?

Yes, I'm sure of it.

Now the question is: what are we gonna do about it?

The truth has to come out, Mark.

Grandfather's name has been stained for 17 years.

You're gonna clean it up.

They're both dead, what difference does it make?

None to you. You're a Snell.

Yes, you never let us forget it, did you?

We were poor white trash and we dare liken our name with the Tierneys,

the pure, aristocratic Tierneys.

If you look under the surface,

you'll find that they're as common as the rest of us.

Have you forgotten Lydia?

She liked to play in the stables with the hired help,

She was your mother, Mark.

Now look,

I'm willing to believe you were too young

to know what Jonah was going to do.

If you renounce all claims to the estate and go away, we'll call it even.

Very generous of you. Always the fine Tierney gesture.

I hate pure nobility.

It isn't that, Mark.

It's just that I'm tired of hatred and revenge.

I want only what's mine.

But if you refuse, I'll fight you in every court in the land and I'll win.

Yes, I knew what he was gonna do when he went there that night,

but I didn't try to stop it.

I wanted it just like he did.

Well, he got it for me and I'm gonna keep it.

If you wanna fight, well, let's have it now!

No, Sheila, don't shoot!

Come on, darling.

- Philip, where are we going? - Anywhere.

I'll take a little time to clean things up here.

We can go to Lausanne if you wanted to.

- They sent me there, didn't they? - Yes.

Even that madman Jonah couldn't bring himself to murder a child.

He knew that your mind had blocked out what you'd seen.

So he set up a trust fund for you and sent you away.

He forgot about you.

Philip,

why did Mark throw Jonah over the railing?

The old man must have brooded a long time of what he'd done.

He wanted to stop any more killings, I'm sure.

Even the one of you about the chandelier.

Mark was afraid he was gonna confess, so he killed him.

Come on, darling.

We left the old house,

silent and foreboding,

place of horror and death.

It was truly haunted.

No one would ever live there again.

It was a house of madness.

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