647 - December 16, 1968

[bunniefuu]

[eerie music]

Night, over the great house of Collinwood.

Night, filled with unexplained acts.

For unbeknownst to the elders, two children

have discovered ghosts in the distant Collins' past;

ghosts who still insist upon having

their revenge against the family, who

are using the children, possessing them,

to accomplish their aim.

And so, a son commits the unpardonable crime

and tries to k*ll his own father.

[suspenseful music]

[wind whistling]

[thunder rumbling]

- Roger!

- Mr. Collins told me to stay in his room.

- Oh, Roger.

- And I waited and waited, but he didn't come back.

[dramatic music]

[theme music]

- Roger.

Please, Roger.

- Is he all right?

- Amy, go wake Dr. Hoffman, please.

- You didn't answer me.

Is he going to be all right?

[moans]

- I don't know.

Oh.

Roger, please.

- I'm all right.

- You mustn't move.

Oh, what happened?

- There's nothing broken.

- You can't be sure.

- Someone just tried to k*ll me.

- Amy said she heard someone.

A burglar. - No.

No burglar.

Someone in this house has tried to k*ll me.

- Roger!

- There was a wire stretched across one of the steps.

I...

I fell on it when I came down. - Well, you--

- I tripped.

- Well, you couldn't have.

- I felt it against my ankle when I fell.

- I just came down the stairs.

I would have fallen, too.

Oh, Roger, please, you mustn't move around,

not until after Julia examines you.

- I was about there but there was a wire across the step.

I don't understand.

- No one could have removed it.

Roger, please.

Please don't move around.

Let me help you to your room.

- What happened to it?

Where did it go?

- I...

no, no one could have put a wire across the--

the stairs.

It doesn't make sense.

You simply tripped, that's all.

- You don't believe me, do you?

[suspenseful music]

- David?

[thunder rumbling]

I woke Dr. Hoffman. She's getting dressed.

What's wrong, David?

[thunderclap]

- You must lie down.

- I've got to find out about that wire, Liz.

- That can wait.

[groans]

- What a time for this to happen.

I have an appointment at Strathmore in London day

after tomorrow.

- Well, you can change that if Julia thinks you should.

- I can't leave with things like this happening.

What if-- what if Amy had awakened you or Carolyn?

- Can I get you anything?

- Yes, a brandy would be fine.

- Yes, it will settle your nerves.

- Come on, Liz, there's nothing wrong with my nerves.

What happened to me would upset anybody.

Don't start telling me again that I imagined that wire.

I'm not a man who imagines things.

[dramatic music]

- Roger!

- What's wrong?

- This.

- What is it?

- It's a tarot card, isn't it? - I don't know.

I've never seen one in my life.

- Why is it here?

- It wasn't there earlier, I'm sure.

I had a drink before I went to bed.

- No one's been in this room since then.

- Now, Liz, don't start.

- Oh, what is happening in this house?

- Liz, please.

- Well, something is.

You can't deny it!

Look what happened to you.

And now this.

- I don't see any possible connection between the two.

- There is one.

- I don't think it has any significance at all.

- You can tell fortunes with them, can't you?

- I haven't the faintest idea.

- Each card means something.

I read that somewhere.

- Now, Liz, don't start imagining.

- Roger, ever since the seance--

- Liz, please!

- Well, you weren't there.

You didn't hear Carolyn when she was in her trance.

Somebody was speaking through her, trying to warn us.

- That I would trip on a wire?

I wish you had told me.

I wouldn't have gone downstairs.

- Amy woke me up.

- No, she shouldn't have done that.

- I-- I'll go see what's holding up Julia.

- You might get him back to bed first.

- Please, father, can't I stay with you for a second?

- Oh, all right.

- She said you fell.

- That's right, I did.

- Do you feel all right?

- Yes, of course.

- Really?

- Really.

- You don't hurt anywhere, do you?

- Oh, I just bruised myself a bit, that's all.

- Is there anything I can get you?

- No, thank you, son.

- Amy said someone was in the house.

Maybe a burglar.

Is it true?

- I'm afraid Amy is a very imaginative little girl.

Now, if you'll get off the bed, I'll

get up and show you that I'm perfectly fine.

[grunts]

[thunderclap]

- You're limping.

- Well, a little perhaps.

Why all this concern?

- I don't know.

It's just I don't like to see you limp.

That's all.

- Well, I shall be perfectly all right in the morning.

- Are you sure? - I'm positive.

- I'm glad.

I'm so glad.

[suspenseful music]

[phone rings]

- Stokes speaking.

- Professor Stokes?

Oh, I hope I haven't awakened you.

This is Elizabeth Collins Stoddard.

- Oh, yes.

Yes, Mrs. Stoddard.

How curious.

I was just reading something about your family, something

from the Collinsport Library.

Nobody's had it out for years.

I must bring it over to you.

- Oh, I-- I'd like that.

Professor, it's urgent that I see you some time tomorrow.

Whatever your schedule is, can you arrange it?

Something has happened.

Something I don't understand. - Yes.

Yes, I'll be over in the morning.

- I do need your help.

- I won't fail you.

- Thank you.

[dramatic music]

[wind howling]

- David?

Where have you been?

I've been hunting and waiting.

Well, aren't you going to answer me at all?

- I was just outside.

- Weren't you even going to ask me what I wanted?

- No.

You've been up there again, haven't you?

- Quentin wants you to come, too.

He wants us to play the game again.

- It's no game, Amy, stretching that wire and everything.

- Well, he told us to do it.

- We didn't have to.

- Oh, yes we did!

- I'm never going to that room again.

- Quentin won't like that.

- I don't care!

- He'll do something.

- What?

What can he do?

[knocking]

Hello, Professor.

- Good morning, David.

What are you doing inside on such a pleasant day?

Don't children play outdoors anymore,

or is that considered hopelessly old-fashioned?

Yes, I-- I suppose it is.

I believe your aunt's expecting me.

How are you today, Amy?

- Fine, thank you, Professor.

- I'll go tell Aunt Elizabeth that you're here.

- Thank you.

- Then will you go with me, David?

Just one last time?

- We'll see. - Professor.

- Good morning.

- How good of you to come.

I saw your car in the driveway.

David, why don't you take Amy out for a walk?

It's such a beautiful day.

- Oh, please, David!

Please?

Let's go somewhere outside.

- It's always a pleasure to see you, Mrs. Stoddard.

- Thank you.

I'm sorry it was so late when I called you last night

but I was afraid you'd be at the university all day.

- I fear the seance didn't put an end

to what's been happening here.

- I have this terrible feeling that it's the beginning.

But of what, I don't know.

- The spirits are not quiet yet then?

You had another sign.

- Yes.

This.

[dramatic music]

- I didn't mean it about going out.

- I know.

- I think you're afraid to see Quentin.

Do you know what he calls you?

"Jamison."

- That was my grandfather.

- He says you look exactly like him.

He told me to call you "Jamison," too.

- I wonder why?

- You could ask him if you went upstairs.

- You know what the card means, don't you, Professor?

- I'm sure I could find it for you in some book or other.

- No, you know.

And if you're not going to tell me, I'll go to the library

and get a book on those cards.

I intend to find out.

- Mrs. Stoddard, many people do not take these cards

very seriously.

- But you're not one of them.

- I didn't say that.

- I could tell from the minute you looked at it.

- This card is a warning.

- Left by a spirit?

- Have you any other explanation?

- No, but I can't accept that.

- Intellectually, perhaps not.

Emotionally, you already have or you wouldn't have sent for me.

- What is the warning?

- This card is called "Tower of Destruction."

- Tell me everything you know.

- I would much prefer to give you a book.

- No, I want to know now.

- The card warns of the coming of great unhappiness

to a house.

- You're putting it to me as gently as you can, aren't you?

Oh, what are we going to do?

What are we going to do?

Ever since that seance, I've known that something is wrong

but it's something I can't fight because I can't figure out

what it is.

Oh, if only I knew.

If only someone knew.

[dramatic music]

- Go ahead, tell him.

- But he isn't here.

- He can hear you.

You know that.

- Can you hear me, Quentin?

Can you?

I'm not going to do what you ask me anymore.

Not if it...

If it's like the last time.

I mean, it's not fair to have me doing things like that.

Do you understand?

Do you?

[victrola starts]

- See?

He heard you.

- Well, why doesn't he answer me?

- Maybe that's his answer.

- Look.

[creaking]

- I see it, Jamison.

You do want to play the game, don't you?

- Yes.

Of course, I do.

- Please don't worry, Mrs. Stoddard.

I'll be back within the hour and I

shall bring someone who can explain everything that has

been happening in this house.

You have my word.

- Thank you.

[suspenseful music]

- No. No, Mrs. Stoddard.

You must tell nothing about this house.

Neither its history, nor your personal experiences.

I do not want to know what to expect.

Is that quite clear?

- Of course, Madam Findley.

- A medium has only her own sensitivities.

There's recently been an accident in this room.

[dramatic music]

You know that, don't you?

- I found Mr. Collins.

- Don't tell me any more.

[dramatic music]

This is the room where the seance was held?

There have been spirits here in this room.

They are not here now but they have left their mark.

Their shadows are still in the air.

- Madam Findley?

- She's going into a trance.

[moaning]

[yells]

She's trying to reach her control,

her guide to the other world.

- Are you there?

Can you tell me the secrets of this house?

Are you there?

[hissing]

That's not you.

- Her control does not answer but someone else does.

- Who are you?

I cannot hear you plainly.

Are you in this room?

If you are in this room, speak to me more clearly.

[hissing]

You are not in this room but you are in this house.

Yes.

Yes.

I cannot see where you are but I must come to you.

I must find you!

- Madam Findley.

[moaning]

- A battle.

A battle.

This house is a battleground.

Yes.

Yes.

I see that.

Who...

Whom are you fighting?

Lead me.

Lead me to the room.

Lead me.

Where did you go?

Where are you?

You...

must...

show...

me.

[grunts]

- Are you all right?

- She's not coming out of it.

- Madam Findley?

- The fight goes on between them.

- Who is fighting?

- I don't know.

But I will when I am in that room.

- Has she your permission to search the house?

- Of course.

- Madam, I will leave you now.

Will you please call me when you're finished?

- I can't believe all of this is happening.

- There is much happening in this house.

Much you do not know.

A w*r is being waged and we must find the one who started it.

[dramatic music]

- Quentin!

- Quentin, we must see you!

We have to tell you something.

- There's a lady.

She's looking for you.

- She's going to find you, Quentin!

- What will we do?

You must tell us what to do!

[eerie music]

[theme music]