01x02 - Part 2

[bunniefuu]

Joyce:
Houses are alive.

This is something we know.

News from our nerve endings.

[ voices whispering ]

Joyce:
If we're quiet...

if we listen...

we can hear houses breathe.

Sometimes in the depth of the night,
we hear them groan.

It's as if they're having
bad dreams.

A good house cradles
and comforts.

A bad one fills us with
instinctive unease.

Bad houses hate our warmth,
our humanness.

That blind hate of our humanity
is what we mean

when we use the word ''haunted.''

Pam: Steve?

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I heard it, too. .

Then it stopped.

- What? What did you hear?
- Nick: There were words.

It wasn't clear...
did any of you?

Cathy:
I might have heard something.

Or it might have just been
my imagination.

- Steve, what was it?
- How would I know?

I don't have a psychic bone
in my body, as you well know.

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

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

Pam...

can you come here?

We might as well get started.

Will you...?

All right.

Nick: Emers old boy, why don't
you come and give us a hand?

It seems to be
the butler's day off.

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

For $5,000 you can carry
a couple of boxes, can't you?

I'm not being paid for
my services as a porter.

Pam? You all right?

Man:
I thought this house was empty.

Sukeena: You would be
Mr. Bollinger, the reporter.

Joyce: Pam?

Man: I'm Bollinger.
How did you know?

Come in, sir.
You were expected.

Pam: This way.

Come in, sir.

You were expected.

This way.

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

- What are you talking about?
- The room with colored light.

The smell of sawdust.

What happened?
What did you see?

What frightened you?

I don't know what you're
talking about.

You know, don't you?

But you're not saying.

What is it?

It's cold. Just...

cold metal, that's all.

But you spoke.

There was something there,
but it's gone.

I didn't like the way it felt.

Steve: The caretaker must have
left it there.

After he let in the guys
who brought the equipment.

- Vic: He'll miss it.
- Not after the summer.

Come September,
there won't be a gate to open.

There's a flashlight
for each of you.

I suggest you keep it on
or near you at all times.

The power's fine
most of the time.

Nick: And if it goes out,
I don't suppose

looking for the fusebox
does much good.

Nope. Neither does calling
Puget Sound Energy.

What about your equipment?

If the power goes, everything
of mine switches to batteries.

I think we better get started.

Where's Annie?

She's wonderful.

Friday afternoon,


We've just experienced our first
paranormal phenomenon...

a phantom draft.

The only thing I insist on

is that you don't go off
exploring on your own.

The geography of Rose Red
can seem unstable.

Pam: Maybe we should double up
on sleeping arrangements.

I don't mind sharing with Cathy.

Or the three of us could
go in together like summer camp.

I'll sleep with Emery
and after midnight

we'll raid the fridge.
Won't we, Em?

Joyce:
The bedrooms are perfectly safe.

The important thing
is not to go off wandering.

Joyce: I think you'll find
this interesting.

You could make Thanksgiving dinner
for a hundred people in here.

Maybe after the place
was fumigated.

You're such a charmer.

Was I talking to you?

Ellen Rimbauer called this
''the health room.''

We call it a solarium.

A railroad executive named
George Meader,

a friend and drinking buddy
of John Rimbauer,

died in here after the end
of the first World w*r.

According to a doctor
he was stung by a bee.

Died of an extreme allergic
reaction.

As I told you,

in Rose Red's heyday
men didn't fare well here.

That's not very reassuring.

I'm sure you have nothing
to worry about.

Just use the buddy system
when moving through the house.

- Now...
- Whoa.

What?

What's this?

Vic: Did the caretaker
leave that, too?

I doubt it.

Cathy: Well, then who?

Nick: Press redial
and see who answers.

[ phone dialing ]

[ phone ringing ]

Recording: Hello, you've
reached Professor Carl Miller

of the Psychology Department.

I'm not able to answer the phone
at the present time.

Leave a message at the beep
if you like,

but remember your Shakespeare.

Who is it?

Miller:
Brevity is the soul of wit.

- [ beeps ]
- Hello, Professor Miller,

this is Joyce Reardon's friend,
Steven Rimbauer.

We have found a piece of your
property here in Rose Red.

I'm fairly sure you didn't
drop it yourself

since we saw you an hour ago,

but I've got a good idea
who did.

The guy who wrote
the newspaper story. Am I right?

Now trespassing isn't
a very serious crime

and abetting a trespasser is
probably even less serious

but your dignity is going
to take a hit at the very least.

Guess who's going to be
the cover boy

on next week's newspaper?

You have a nice day.

Nick:
Bravo, Steve.

Bravo.

Cathy:
You can't be certain that

that is Professor Miller's
cell phone.

Oh, of course it is.

If you want proof, dial some
of the numbers in memory.

I bet one of them is
that son of a b*tch, Bollinger.

Emery:
If the reporter had the phone,

where's the reporter?

Pam:
Maybe the house ate him.

Isn't that what it's
supposed to do? Eat people?

Probably something
frightened him,

the sort of thing that neither he
nor Professor Miller believes in

and he just ran off.

Perhaps he's still
in the house.

If he is, then we'll find him.

Come on, folks. Let's...

Pam:
Joyce, are you sure

we shouldn't notify somebody?

Why should we?

If Bollinger's here,
he's trespassing, like Steve said.

If we call the cops
then we're apt to find ourselves

with half a dozen police
tromping through the house

and roiling up the atmosphere
and he'll win.

That pig Miller will win
in spite of everything.

And I can't have it, okay?
I just won't! I can't!

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

If we find Bollinger
we can give him a cup of tea

and a good spanking
and send him on his way.

- Sounds good to me.
- Yeah, me too.

On with the show?

On with the show.

It's a pity no one kept up
those vines.

Steve:
There hasn't been

a full-time groundskeeper
at Rose Red since Omicron Oil

fell off the Big Board
a quarter century ago.

I believe we're lingering
in the kitchen

because Joyce wants to tell you
about my Great-Aunt April.

- Go on, Joyce.
- Are you sure?

Sure I'm sure. That's what
we're here for, right?

Besides, it was all before
my time. Go on.

April was six years old
when she disappeared.

Her brother Adam was away
at boarding school.

Boarding school at eight?

It was Rimbauer's idea.

Ellen ranted and raved,
but John, at least this time,

put his foot down
and kept it down.

He didn't trust Rose Red
even then.

This was the last place
April was ever seen.

Sukeena stepped into the pantry
over there

for what she swore was no more
than 30 seconds.

When she came out...

April?

- April: I'm a little teapot...
- April, honey, where are you?

[ April continues singing ]

April?

[ April screams ]

Joyce: 50 men searched
the house and grounds.

They found nothing.

Not so much as a lock of hair

or a thread from her dress.

Steve: Great-grandfather
was convinced that

Sukeena had
something to do with it.

So he had her
taken downtown.

Ellen objected
in the strongest possible terms

but John respectfully declined
to listen.

[ Ellen yelling ]

Ellen, stop it!

Please, John!

Sukeena!

Sukeena was taken
to a small basement room

you can probably imagine,
and questioned for 50 hours.

No sleep, no food,
no bathroom breaks, no mercy.

I don't know.
She was gone.

I don't know.

Steve: In the end
she convinced them that

she didn't know anything
about April's disappearance.

But it cost her...

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

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

The only home she had left.

Emery: So when do we get
to upstairs?

I heard that's where
the really weird stuff is.

Joyce:
No time like the present.

Come on, everybody.

Emery: I didn't notice
that one before.

Neither did I.

For the rest of the weekend
could you please remember

- who's running this expedition?
- Sure.

Nick, could you come here,
please?

If you could tie the end
of your rope to that pole,

it'll help us find
our way back.

Couldn't we just go back
and get the plans?

In this house, the plans
don't always mean a lot.

It's only a safety measure.

So follow me
and prepare to be amazed.

* I'm a little teapot *

* Short and stout *

* Here is my handle *

* Here is my spout *

* When I get all steamed up *

* Hear me shout... *

Joyce: Ellen called this
the perspective hallway.

It was her first major addition.

And no architect
designed it, either.

Cathy: She made it up herself?

Way to go, Ellen.

But she didn't.

Sister: Then who?

Sukeena.

- Emery: Her maid?
- Joyce: Her companion.

It's so wild.

Like something in a fun house.

It's making my stomach turn.

I guess they're pieces
built in perspective.

Camouflaging the real doors
was Great-Gram's idea.

She didn't want them
to spoil the illusion.

Bollinger!

Hey, Bollinger,
are you in there?

[ wind blows ]

Whoa.

Sister: Annie, no!

No!

You be quiet!

If you wanted this place
to wake up.

I'd say you've been successful
in that regard.

Cathy:
What was that? Who screamed?

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

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

Yeah, I'll say.

In the mid '60s,
a team of scientists,

one of them a geologist,
spent time investigating Rose Red

and heard the house scream
several times.

They recorded a couple of them.

Although on tape they don't
sound very impressive.

What did they conclude?

That they were hearing the sound
of underground water,

perhaps amplified by
the old water drainage pipes

that run under this part
of Seattle.

Underground water?

People face with these sort
of phenomena

tend to protect
their belief systems ferociously.

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

They moved in
on January 15, 1909.

Ellen marked the occasion
each January 15th

by wearing the same white dress
she wore the day they arrived.

For many of those years
Ellen threw a party on January 15th

and everybody who was anybody
showed up...

politicians, hoodlums,
sports players, stars.

When the actress disappeared,
the parties stopped.

Finish telling us about
old Mrs. Rimbauer.

Joyce: She disappeared on
January 15, 1950.

She was 70.

Joyce: A maid saw her
and wished her good evening

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

And that was the last anyone
ever saw of her.

Come on.
Lots more to see.

Joyce:
This is the gymnasium.

Although the exercise equipment
is out of date...

Vic: This room demands
a particular form of exercise.

What? How... ?

Steve:
It's the mirror library.

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

I was afraid to go in
because I thought I'd fall.

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

Cathy:
There's a camera.

[ gasps ]

Not good. Not good at all.

The property of Kevin Bollinger.

Oh, God. Mr. Bollinger!
Mr. Bollinger, are you here?

What's wrong?

I told you this might happen.
The lights will come back on.

In the meantime,
use your flashlights.

Steve: I think we should
go back downstairs.

Joyce:
Shh. Nonsense.

Oh, my... look.

Steve, roll tape, roll tape.

April: Annie...

Annie, no.

Annie, don't touch it.

Annie, no!

April: Annie, come here.

April: Come with me.

Stop her! Somebody's got
to stop her!

Are you okay?

Nick: How did you know
to do that?

I don't know. I just did it.

Here take it.
I don't want it.

Here. Give it to me.

Try and get some pictures.

Good pictures of them
being psychic.

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't know. I think it's
someone talking to Bollinger.

Yeah, I bet I know who.

Is Bollinger alive?
Can you tell?

He was when he dropped
this camera. Beyond that...

I don't know.

I think we ought to get
out of here, Joyce.

Okay, let's head downstairs.
Break time.

Thank God.

Vic: Wait. It's not the same.

The hallway.

- No, nonsense...
- Pam: No, he's right.

We should be going back
the way we came, but we're not.

- [ hammering ]
- Cathy: What is that?

Steve, what's going on?

The building's started again.

You wanted to wake the place up.
Now you got what you wanted.

But who's building?
And what?

I don't know.

You're lying.

No, I'm not lying.

Is it too hard to remember?
Or too frightening to remember?

It's gone.
It stopped.

Then I suggest we go downstairs
before it starts again.

Annie, I need your help.

Now put your hand here

and push from here.

[ rumbling ]

Annie, what are you doing?

Joyce: Nick...

Nick: Not now, Joyce.

Sister: Annie!

That wasn't funny.

I know another way down
and there might be

something worth seeing
along the way.

Nick: Are you sure you
know the way?

Yes.

Oh my God.

''Oh my God'' is right.

Nick:
More camouflaged doors, Stevie?

Great-Gram was never above
using a good trick twice.

This was her little joke
on her husband's business life.

Did he get it?

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

Here's the real door
right here.

Just press right there.

Emery:
This house has everything,

but chow.

Joyce. It's this way.

Oh. Of course.
I knew that.

Better, Emery?

Than nothing I guess.

Too much mayo in the crabmeat.

Nick:
What do you want, big boy?

Bare-breasted nymphs
to kneel at your feet

and offer you delicacies
from silver platters?

Stop it right now.
Stop harassing me.

There's a difference between
joking and harassing.

Did you never learn that?

I learned plenty in high school,
believe me,

from guys like him. And you.

Joyce: Come on, give it a rest.

Emery I might be able
to provide you with something

you like better
in a little while.

Tell us about the actress,
Joyce.

I've always been a sucker
for celebrities.

Well, that's her,

on Ellen's wall of fame.

Deanna Petrie was
a fairly big star in the '40s.

Musical comedies mostly.

She could dance, sing a little,

and she was sexy as hell.

She was one of Ellen Rimbauer's
favorite guests

at her January 15th parties.

In 1946 she showed up

in what Hedda Hopper called
''the c*ck dress.''

It was what she was wearing
when she disappeared.

She spent most of the night,
here in the billiard room,

wowing the guests
with her many talents.

She left behind a single earring.
A maid found it the next day,

but there was no longer
a girl to go with it.

Deanna's disappearance
made Rose Red's reputation.

And now Annie,
if you've finished eating,

I have something to show you.

It's nice.

You'll like it.
I promise.

It's okay.

Go up, Annie.

Go up and see
what you find.

It's not dangerous,
is it?

No, not a bit.
Go on, Annie.

You okay, son?

Yeah, sure.
I'm fine.

Nick: Annie.

What in the world is it?

Whatever it is,
she likes it.

[ whispers ]

[ organ music plays ]

Cathy,
you were right.

- Revelation 12.
- Oh, yeah.

No corporal presence
in six centuries.

No psychic pulse.

Emery, are you thinking
of dressing for dinner?

You tell me.
Read my mind.

Annie, Glen Miller.

That doesn't work.

I tried it while I was setting up.
Sorry, Annie.

[ doorbell chimes ]

Ah!

Joyce?

It's all right.

[ doorbell chimes ]

Got three loaded
for Reardon.

Large, with
two six-packs of soda.

Yep, thank you.

Told you there might be
something you like better.

Loaded. Excellent.

[ record plays ]

Vic: Miss Asbury?

May I?

Okay.

Do this often?

Every chance we get?
How much?

Pizza guy: This is some place.
Is it haunted?

Emery: Yes, by the ghosts
of delivery men

who asked too many stupid questions
and never escaped.

This is unbelievable.
What are you doing to me?

She's terrific.

[ whispers ]

[ Vic sings to himself ]

Wouldn't think you'd need
a telemetry readout

- just to count heads.
- Not human ones certainly.

Oh.

I'm really worried
about Mr. Bollinger.

Don't bother.
He'll show up eventually.

I wish I could be as sure
of that as you seem to be.

By the way, where's Vic?

Vic: Right here.
Anyone care to dance?

Not me. I'm pooped.

Where have you been?

I lost my book.

Nick: Nice story time.

We've heard the one about
the actress.

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

Remember that seance
I told you about?

Starring the famous gypsy
psychic, Cora Frye?

Joyce: Mm, yes.

That was 1914
and the w*r in Europe

was heating up
the American economy.

Omicron Oil was in clover.
Money was rolling in.

And John Rimbauer
was tired of sharing it.

So in October
of that same year

he gave Douglas Posey
the bum's rush.

Steve:
According to family legend,

Uncle Posey had a taste
for cowboys.

He liked chaps in chaps?

Was he into roping
or branding?

Probably
a little bit of both.

Joyce:
John Rimbauer bought him out

at distress sale prices.

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

Once and that was in 1915.
John was in Europe

and Adam and April
were at home with their mom.

[ beeps ]

Grand-dad never forgot Posey
tossing him that Tom Mix hat.

He wanted to keep it
and he threw a tantrum

when his mother tried
to take it away.

And the rose. He never forgot
April catching the rose.

Why did Posey wait
a year to do it?

And why here? Any ideas?

If you wanted answers,
you came to the wrong place.

Joyce:
Following the suicide,

John and Ellen kept Adam out
of Rose Red as much as possible.

As I told you,
he was at boarding school

when his sister disappeared.

He knew damn well that something
was very wrong here.

Even then.

Steve: The male descendants
in the Rimbauer line

mostly stayed clear
of the family manse.

I wasn't here more than
half a dozen times as a kid.

I got off on my own
just once, I was eight.

- Wait, I thought your father...
- My father hated this place.

He was afraid of it.

But it was my mother
who brought me.

I forgot until today.
Blocked it out, I suppose.

Nick reminded me.

She probably couldn't find
a babysitter.

Sister:
What was she looking for?

Steve:
Antiques, loot...

I think she was drunk.
That's my memory of it.

She so often was
in those days.

[ whispers ]

I know she and Dad were broke.
After we lost the oil company,

it's been a family disease,
broke-itis.

Nick: While your mother
was treasure hunting,

you got lost?

Yeah, I mean it was
no big deal...

You were upstairs before
you realized how lost you were.

One floor above
the mirror library.

Or was it three floors? Or 10?

Because when this place gets
going, when it feels lively,

when it has energy
to draw on,

Rose Red can make itself
as big as it wants, can't it?

Finally you got to the top.

and that's where...

[ rumbling ]

Oh my God.

Joyce:
What is it? Do you know?

It's a cluster manifestation

with rising elements,
like an earthquake!

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

How many are there?
Can you tell?

Damn this thing!

I'm not so sure
there is anyone here!

I know it sounds crazy, but...

Vic: Be gone!

Aaaah!

Annie,
don't touch it.

[ soft music playing ]

[ gasps ]

- Go.
- April: Annie.

Go ahead.

Go.

April: Annie, come.

I'd advise none of you
to go wandering tonight.

- You'd agree, wouldn't you, Steve?
- As a matter of fact, I would.

Pam:
If you're quiet,

if you listen,

you can hear
houses breathe.

Sometimes,
in the depth of the night,

you can hear them groan,

as if they were
having bad dreams.

Could I ask you something?

Of course, Emery.

Will... will you come
to bed with me?

Look,
isn't that your mom?

Emery:
That's not my mother.

That's just an old...

Pam?

What are you doing?

Say cheese!

Say cheese, Emmy!

Oh man!

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


have been enough.

- Ah!
- Voh-doh-dee-oh-doh.

Want to get it on?

We've got all night,
Emery.

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

- No there!
- But I am.

I'm your girl.

I'm your dream girl.

Not there. Not there.

Not there. Not there!

[ whispering ]

[ clock chiming ]

[ snoring ]

[ rumbling ]

- Say cheese!
- [ gasps ]

[ knocking on door ]

- Who is it?
- Cathy.

Come on. Hurry up!

What is it?

It's Steve.
He's found something amazing.

- It explains so much.
- Explains what?

What are you talking about?

[ April whispering ]
Annie.

Annie:
* There's a summer place *

* Where it may rain or storm *

* Yet I am safe and warm... *

Annie,

turn the record player off.
Dad'll be pissed.

* Reach out *

* To me *

* There're no gloomy skies *

* When seen through the eyes *

* Of those who are blessed *

* With love. *

Sister: What is it?

Did you open that?

If you opened it,
close it.

I can't sleep
with the closet door open.

I'm afraid of the bogeyman,
aren't you?

No... ogeyman.

- No bogeyman?
- Og...

Ogey-lady.

Bogey-lady?

Annie: Night-night.

You are going
to get it now!

[ both laughing ]

We're sorry, your call
cannot be completed as dialed.

Just pay your bill
and kiss my a*s!

- No luck?
- No.

My mother
is going to go crazy.

It's not a very long trip for her,
even at the best of times.

- I'm sorry about that.
- Yeah, well...

I'm thinking of getting out of here
before she shows up.

I get very tired of her...
showing up.

Also, Rimbauer
gets on my nerves.

Joyce too, actually.
''If you look to your left,

you will see the ghost of
April Rimbauer and Douglas Posey.

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

And you know what? Underneath
that phoney tour guide shtick,

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

And that creepy kid
with that creepy doll...

She's... nuts too.
Rimbauer is just smart a*s du jour.

What's this?
Your shrink routine?

Just get it off
your chest.

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

You want
to know about dead?

I had a dead movie star
in bed with me last night.

- Deanna Petrie?
- Yeah.

It didn't last long
but it was a very...

physical manifestation.

I'm getting tired
of Rose Red's little tricks.

If Joyce wants
some of her $5,000 back,

I'll just see her in court.

If my mother doesn't hear
from me soon,

she is really
going to go nuclear.

- Operator: ...And try again...
- I will not try again later!

[ humming ]

Good morning, Annie.

All right, then.

Good morning, Steve.

Ah, good morning.

- Is that Annie?
- Annie it is.

Would you like some eggs?
It would be a pleasure.

No, thanks.

- Have you seen Joyce?
- Yes, fiddling with her equipment.

Looking as if she last had
a good night's sleep circa 1972.

I'd tread carefully
if I were you.

- She's crabby, huh?
- Very.

The video was cloudy,
the audio garbled,

no recorded telemetry
of any use.

What's that?

That's the wine cellar.
Isn't it marvelous?

The door was open
when I came down this morning.

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

Rose Red
hasn't just woken up.

It's become
the House & Garden version

of Frankenstein's monster.

- Steve: That's ridiculous.
- Nick: Is it?

Listen.

[ hammering and sawing ]

- Have you heard much of that?
- Enough to worry me.

And Bollinger's persistent
non-appearance worries me too.

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

that we'd have run into him
by now, wouldn't you?

I don't know.

And the longer we go without
reporting his disappearance,

the more peculiar
our position becomes

if he turns up dead
or if he doesn't turn up at all.

[ blows on the bottle ]

Dom Perignon 1 949.
It's a very good year.

In my experience,
they're all good years.

What goes better with
scrambled eggs than champagne?

Pull the cork, Steve.

Will you wet your whistle?

It's a little early for me.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Mmm...

You know this place
is feeding off us.

And although I'm sure
it finds us all rather tasty,

its primary sources
of nourishment are little Annie

- and you.
- Me?

I don't have a telepathic bone
in my body.

I don't know what you were
before you came here,

but I know now that you are
a powerful psychic transmitter

operating on Rose Red's
wavelength.

It almost had you once.

It wants you back.

- It wants Annie too.
- You're crazy.

Crazy?

Maybe.

But I vouch
that Joyce is crazier,

and she means to have her proof,
even if someone has to die for it.

- You're wrong.
- Really?

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

What are you doing?

Trying to make sure Miller
actually sent Bollinger here.

If he did, I'll call the police
and report him missing.

- Joyce won't like that.
- According to you,

she's not
very happy anyway.

[ humming ]

[ vacuum roaring ]

Professor, what are you doing
here on a Saturday morning?

Minding my business,
as I hope you will yours.

[ voice on answering machine ]

Ah! Who locked this door?

Janitor: I imagine
you locked it yourself,

it being your office.

You must have the number.
It's your cell phone.

Will you talk to him
if he calls back?

- I'd be delighted.
- Thanks.

Steve's voice:
Guess who'll be the cover boy

on next week's paper?
You have a nice day.

[ machine beeps ]

Damn you!

- Recording: ...received at 8:42 a.m.
- [ machine beeps ]

Steve's voice:
This is Steven Rimbauer again.

I need to talk to you
about Kevin Bollinger.

He slit his wrists
and wrote your name on the wall

in his own blood
before he died.

And Joyce suggests you come out here
before we call the police.

Maybe we can work out
a way to minimize this scandal,

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

Recording:
End of message.

You have no more
new messages.

Have a nice day,
Professor.

[ humming ]

Good morning, Annie.

Good morning, Annie.

Good morning, Annie.

Good morning, Annie.

Good morning.

Steve.

Good morning, Steve.

Good morning, Steve.

Steve: Right.

Wow...

knock yourself out.

That's pretty good.

[ Glen Miller music playing ]

She can also bend spoons,

turn on the lights,
and set off car alarms.

Jeez.

- I got babies.
- Steve: Yes,

very nice babies.

I got Adam...

I got April.

She never talks to strangers.
I'm impressed.

In fact, I'm stunned.

Well, I've never heard Glen Miller
playing out of a flower before.

Steve: You're... you're Rachel?

- That's right, isn't it?
- Yeah...

most people call me
Sister or Sissy, for short.

I think I prefer Rachel.

So this is a very big deal
for Joyce, right?

The biggest.
Because of all the disappearances,

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

And now that Miller's
gotten her tenure revoked,

it's even more important.

If Joyce comes back with
proof of paranormal activity,

she'll be okay. If not...

I had no idea things
were so dire for her.

Sister: She's paying
me a great deal of money...

paying Annie, I should say.

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

You really don't know?

Forgive me, but I thought you two

- were closer than that.
- In some ways, we are.

In other ways, we're not
even in the same neighborhood.

Tell me about her.

She's 15.

She's autistic.
She loves a summer place.

She loves big bands.

She's also telepathic
and psychokinetic...

which are probably the least
important things about her.

- Can I show you something?
- Sure.

Everything was dead
at this end of the room yesterday.

The house is coming to life.
We all feel it.

Maybe, but the house didn't do this.

Annie did.

It's the other side
of what she is.

It's not all frozen pipes
and falling stones.

When I look at her,
I don't see ruin.

I see roses.

When Annie was five,
a dog bit her.

- [ dog barking ]
- Ah! Annie, make him go away!

Annie! Make him stop!

Make him go away!

Woman:
What happened? Oh my God.

He bit her!
Your dog bit my sister.

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

I'm so sorry.

He's never done this before.
He's never bitten anyone.

I'm so sorry.
We'll take care of that.

It'll be all right.
It'll be just fine.

Everything is going to be just fine.

Man: Sister, look at this.

Sister,

I got Baby!

Sister: Stones from the sky.

And they all just
fell on the Stanton's house.

Nowhere else on the street.

It was the dog that hurt her,

and the dog had
been destroyed, but...

Annie didn't understand that.

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

- Oh, stop it, Daddy.
- I'm not gonna stop it!

Come on,
how could you be so stupid?

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

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

well...

You could say she launched a protest.

[ rattling ]

Sister: She froze
all the water in the house.

She's a big time telekinetic

and that's all Joyce cares about.

- Joyce is...
- No!

No, I... thank you.

I do understand.

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

But for me,

the thing that's
important about Annie,

all that's important
about Annie...

is that she responds
to love with love.

There has to be a place

for the Annies of the world.

Steve: It would be nice to think so,

but the world isn't
always fair. That's all.

I know it.

I understand.

For the lamb shall feed
and lead them

unto living fountains of waters...

We must drink from the grape,

and not the grain.

Maybe later.

You sure?

Could we...?

What is she thinking?
Any idea at all?

Not the slightest.

Miss Asbury,
you look lovely this morning.

Vic: If only I'd have known,

I'd have dressed
for the occasion.

[ crying ]

What's wrong?

Vic: Ms. Asbury?
Pam?

It's not much further.

[ grunts ]

[ honks horn ]

Who are you?

I might ask you
the same thing.

Patricia Waterman,
Emery's mother.

Carl Miller,
Professor Miller.

Nice to meet you.
Are you going in there?

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

Get the gate, would ya?

Come on!

Put your back into it!

[ starts engine ]

- What is it you found?
- Something amazing,

it explains so much.

- Maybe we should tell the others.
- We will,

but I wanted
to show you first.

[ whispering ]

Dastardly b*tch!

Em?

Emery!

What is wrong with you?
Look what you've done to my car.

Emery!
Come back!

Patricia: Emery!

Woman! Could we exchange
insurance information?

Where are you?
Woman!

Patricia: Emers!

Emery!

Not there. Not there.
Not there.

[ whispering ]

[ beeping ]

Emery!

Emery!

Emery, what's wrong?

Stop running!

Let me help!

Pam?

Pam?

Woman!

Where are you?

Pam?

Be not afraid,
only believe.

Be not afraid,
only believe.

Where am I?

Patricia: Emery!

Emery!

Oh my God.

It is her.

Woman!

Where are you?

Emery!

Emers!

Is that you?

Emery!

Vic: Only believe.

[ panting ]

I don't believe.

[ stone cracking ]

I don't believe.

No!

Emery!

Help me, Mommy,
I'm so scared.

- Emers.
- Help me.

[ screams ]

Mrs. Waterman?

Where are you?

[ whispering ]

[ sighs ]

Vic: Somebody, help me!
She's alive!

Please help.

Not there. Not there

Not there.

I don't want to go!

Open the window.

- Let me in!
- Emery: Not there.

Emery?

I'm having a heart attack!

Call 911.

Not by the hair
on my chinny-chin-chin.

- Vic: Call 911 .
- Not there.

Not there. Not there.
Not there...

Emery, look at me!

Please,

look at me!
I'm...

for God's sake,
open the window!

Emery: Not there,
not Mommy, not Vic,

not the actress,
not anyone, not there...

Not there. Not there.

[ gasping ]

Emery: Not there,
not there in my hair,

foul or fair,
don't you dare,

no one there,
peach or pear,

no one there, in my hair,
foul or fair...

Don't you dare,
no one there...

- What's going on?
- No one there...

Vic!

He came to you for help,

and you turned
your back on him.

What the hell's going on?

Oh God.

Sir, pardon me, sir?

Yes?

Are you here for Mr. Bollinger?

- Is he here?
- Yes...

waiting for you
in the solarium.

If you're Professor Miller,
that is.

He's all right?
He's not hurt or...?

I believe he's impatient
to go home, sir,

but otherwise
he seems quite well.

It's Rimbauer.

What is going on?

I'm sure I cannot say, sir.

Ms. Reardon's body seems
rather rambunctious.

Does it indeed?

Take me to Bollinger.

Right away, sir.

How did I get up here?

[ whispering ]

Miller: Will you slow down?

Where are you going?

Hello?

Ma'am!

Where are you?

[ whispering ]

[ beeping continues ]

[ giggles ]

[ screaming ]

[ whispering ]

[ whispering ]