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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 honourable 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 non-existent.
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?
Rumour 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. Ls 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. I'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.
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. I'll let you go...
and move on to the next name on my list.
I doubt there are many. Not post-cognates of my calibre.
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 afterwards. 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.
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. Every thing's 25% off.
That's too much cream. You'll make yourself 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.
I'll get your stuff.
Isn't this the best bear? I'll put him on my bed with Hester and Fester.
- What rhymes with Hester and Faster? - 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 deals 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? I'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. 50...
This is the Wheaten 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.
I'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 Wheaten.
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 Wheaten? 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? - I'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 Wheaten. - 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 Wheaten.
- Hello. Dear. - Hey. Mom. Hi, Dad.
Long day? You look tired. I'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 favours.
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 metastasised.
- 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 he! But they did find he! 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 favourite 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 he done.
Not in his lifetime, not in hers.
What makes Rose Red one of the world's most fascinating psychic artefacts...
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 Rimhauer 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 labour.
Ellen never refers to Sukeena as her servant.
First, she calls he! "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 he! 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 1.914.
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 Rimhauer 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.
I'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 grands 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 Wheaten. I'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 any more 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-guided.
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.
- Tres chic, n'est-ce pas? - You're precognitive!
I can tell a hawk from a handsaw when the Wind's in the Northwest.
- What about you, Cathy? - I'm an automatic writer.
- A Ouija board. - 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 lane'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.
- I'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.
- If 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 nothings 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?
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.
- If 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 Wheaten. 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 Wheaten 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 he there in 40 minutes so he 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.
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