01x01 - Part 1

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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! lf 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!

k*ll it, Sissy!
Just what the hell are you doing?

What the hell--?

Sister, look at this.

Sister, I got baby.

Yes, I know.

Annie. . .

. . .what have you done?

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

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

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

. . .in spite of
its tattered reputation.

The second is that reality
is not always quantifiable.

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

. . .does not mean those things
are nonexistent.

Third and most important. . .

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

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

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

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

Professor Reardon, a question, please.

Question.

Your question?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . .Iike 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.

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 caliber.

You might be surprised.
Good afternoon.

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

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

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

-Mr. Waterman--
-Emery, please.


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? ln or out?

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

Fine. Memorial Day weekend.
Mark your calendar.

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

Putz.

Poisoned?

Guess not.

Emery.

Emery.

Hey, whoever you are. . .

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

Emery! Emery!

Emery!

Here you are. There's some
more bags out in the car.

They're going out of business at
Griffin's. Everything's 25'/. off.

That's too much cream. You'll get fat.

-"Er. "
-Beg your pardon?

Fatter. I'm already fat.

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

Get my things out of the car.
I made a k*lling.

-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 Fester?
-Pester.

The woman who wants to investigate
Rose Red called again.

See? Something always turns up.
God provides.

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

Were you able to get her up to 75?

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

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

One sensible thing your father said.

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

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

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

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

Extra credit, Miss Reardon?
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, so. . . .

This is the Wheaton girl?
The one you want?

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, I don't think so. I still live
at home to be near Annie. . .

. . .and my father knows who you are
and what you want. He doesn't approve.

Are you saying Annie won't take part?

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

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

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

And your parents don't.

My mother is scared to death of her.

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

What can I do?

There's a schooljust 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.


-For 1 0, I could make it happen.
-1 0,000? 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 Wheaton.

Please, call me Sister.
Everyone does.

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

I need to know
if I can count on Annie.

I'm having an orientation
Monday night...

. . .for the participants here
at the university.

It would be great
if Annie could join us.

If Annie goes to Rose Red, I go too.

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

I might be able to scrape up
as much as $1 2,000. . .

. . .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.

$1 0,000? $1 2,000? I'm thinking
I sold the old family homestead cheap.

You didn't sell it, you're renting it.
For a single weekend.

-I've gotta have Annie Wheaton.
-Why?

I've got a good group but they're
candles. Annie is a searchlight.

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

Waking up Rose Red is not a good idea.

I want Annie. I want Annie Wheaton.

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

Long day? You look tired.
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 favors.

Annie. Annie. Come home.

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

Please come home, Annie.
We're waiting.

Despite what some people may think,
psychic powers. . .

. . .telepathy, telekinesis,
precognition, all the rest. . .

. . .have no moral gradient.
They are neither good nor bad.

Houses are different.

Shirley Jackson was right.
Some houses are born bad.

Houses like this one.

Houses like Rose Red.

I knew it was big,
but that's enormous!

Well, fortunately for us,
an enormous dead cell.

There've been no overt manifestations
in Rose Red since 1 995 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 1 00 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 1 950, the biggest in America.


Ellen Rimbauer disappeared.

The trouble with Rose Red started
even before there was a house.

Construction crews worked


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 g*n
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 1 2, 1 907.

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 1 909.

In case your memory needs refreshing,
this is the way it looks today.

It's as if it metastasized.

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

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

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

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

Twenty-three since
the First World w*r.

I find that impossible to believe.

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

Five men and 1 8 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?
-1 972, 30 years ago.

There've been no observable
phenomena since--

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

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

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

What's that?

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

-Finished?
-Yeah.

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

Since then the house has been closed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Was it malaria?
-Probably not.

In her diary she called it
"an unmentionable disease. . .

. . .carried by men
and suffered by women. "

Doesn't exactly look prostrate
with worry, does he?

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

. . .she was pregnant.

January 1 909, that would have been.
John thought the house was finished.

The Rimbauers! They're here!

How beautiful you are, Rose Red.

What he didn 't know is that
the house would never be done.

Not in his lifetime, not in hers.

What makes Rose Red one of the world's
most fascinating psychic artifacts. . .

. . .is that the house continued to grow
until its death in 1 995 or '96.

Until 1 950, changes were made
according to the will of Ellen.

And her will, ladies and gentlemen,
was iron.

After 1 950. . . .

After 1 950, Rose Red grew on its own.

In the fall of 1909,
Ellen Rimbauer gave birth to a son.

-Grampy.
-Your grandfather, really?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

In her diary she wrote, "I have called
him Adam, for he is the first. "

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

Ellen never refers
to Sukeena as her servant.

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

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

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

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

To which she added, "Damn all men. "

Their daughter was born
in April of 191 1.

And April was what they called her.

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

... that her fever, which recurred
periodically, would k*ll her young.

That made her easy game
for Madame Stravinski.

If you have anything to say to us. . .

. . .you may use my body to speak.

Give us a sign.

Show us a sign.

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

Beloved spirits, we invite you
to commune with us.

Show us a sign.

Fraud or not, Madame Stravinski...

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

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

Sukeena!

You must build.

What did she tell her?

She said she wouldn't die
until the house was finished.

And Madame S. told her it isn't
finished until you say it's finished.

Until you say.

Ellen took it seriously.
Probably she was right to.

She never had another attack
of her African fever.

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

I wouldn't be surprised.

A new wing started going up
the next week.

What did her husband say?

She gave him a son in 1 909, a daughter
in 1 91 1 . 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 1 950.

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 192 1.

John Rimbauerjumped
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 1 2!

I knew she was crazy, now you?


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

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

"I'm Annie Wheaton. 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 anymore about it.

Stop it, Annie! Stop it!

Make her stop!

What do you think, Dad?

What do you think Annie wants?

Stop it, Annie!

George!

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

Please, make her stop!

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

-May I propose a toast?
-Sure.

To Rose Red.

Rose Red.

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

Six. Six is the number.

A girl, a teenager.

And I think our dear professor
will be in luck.

Is that something you see?

What's your special trick, Pam?

I'm what psychic journals
call a touch-know.

It doesn't always work but sometimes
when I handle things. . .

. . .I see stuff or get feelings.

Of course, a lot of times
there's nothing.

What about you, Vic?

Two people, mid-20s.

She's in a blue dress.
He's in jeans.

He's blond, over-golded.

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

What in the world are you talking--?

Let's go outside. You wanna?

-Sure.
-All right.

-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?
lgnorance is bliss.

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

Not hers, not mine, not yours.

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

. . .to think about what she can do.

Remember when
the Stantons' dog bit her?

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

After tonight, how can you have
any doubts about what she wants?

Sweetheart, taking Annie into
a genuinely haunted house?

That's like using a lighter
to see how full your gas tank is.

It's a chance. That's what you don't
get. A chance for her to get out--

And for you to get out from under.

I just want what's best for Annie.

I know, Sissy, but you don't know
what that is.

Believe me.

Come, Annie. Come.

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

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

They'll remember.

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

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

But what do you care?

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

Crystals to polish? Ouijas to wax?

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

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

Your paranoia's showing.

That's a nasty little cut.

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

I am not old, not yet anyway.

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

Executive committee's been
in session regarding tenure.

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

You really are a b*stard.

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 A*DS 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 1 2,000 I offered.

When I come back from Rose Red
with hard data. . .

. . .there'll be four dozen
schools willing to hire me.

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

You once said that
the only certainty. . .

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

What if nothing happens
after three days?

But it will.
Annie Wheaton is my guarantee.

She's, oh. . . .

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

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

If you let it stand for six
months, the possibilities--

No. No. It's coming down in July
and I can't wait.

I cannot wait.

How can you hate it so much?

-It eats my relatives!
-Sorry.

Did you miss that in your research?

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

Yeah, too much, maybe.

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

-You have the cell phone.
-Right here.

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

I don't know if this is a good idea.

Don't tell me you're afraid.

No, of course I'm not afraid.
It's just big.

What if I get lost?

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

That's where you'll get lost.

Nail this story, you can
write your own ticket.

I thought that's what you wanted.

Why don't you come with me?

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

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

She can't stand Reardon either.

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

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

I guess.

Don't forget this.

Try and get a good picture
of them being psychic.

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

Professor Miller.

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

Solarium, kitchen, tool shed. . .

. . .back door, front door.

Oh, I thought this house was empty.

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

I'm Bollinger, but how did you know?

Come in, sir. You're expected.

Ma'am? Where are you?

This way, sir.

Hello?

Hello?

Ma'am, I seem to have lost you.

Ma'am?

Is anybody here?

Ma'am?

Screw this.

Very funny, but I wanna leave,
all right?

Let me out!

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

Let me out!

Let me out of here! Let me out!

I'm out of here. Come on.

Get a grip, Bollinger.

Hello? Who is this?

Bollinger? Bollinger, is that you?

Hello?

They'll be here. Come on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Mom--
-Turn around!

And stay away from that blond girl.
She looks like a tr*mp.

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 $1 00,000 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 Wheaton.
And this is Annie.

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

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

Oh, either is fine.

Oh, stop it, Annie. Just quit it.

Good God, she's Ret*rded.

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

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

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

Folks, I think we're ready.

You've reached Carl Miller.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

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

All right, they've left the campus.

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

And call me back.

There she is.

It seems to be looking at us.

It is, Cathy. It is.

Steve.

Mommy? Where are you?

Mommy? I'm scared.

Where are you, Mommy?

Steve.

Steve, you okay?

Yeah, sure. Fine.

You wanna know a secret?

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

Be not afraid. Only believe.

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

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

. . .as a 1 4th-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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