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My name is Anne Blair.

My father was Dr. Julian Blair.

This was my father's house.

In barsham harbour,

on nights like this

when lightning rips the night apart,

why do people close the shutters

that face towards my father's house,

and lock their doors and whisper?

Why are they afraid?

No one goes near my father's house.

No one dares.

I don't know where my father is.

I only know that for one
brief terrible moment,

he tore open the door

to whatever lives beyond the grave.

Seven years ago,

my father was head of
the science department

at midland university,

a few hundred miles
from barsham harbour.

My father was famous.

They were proud of him
at the university.

That night five great scientists

came to my father's laboratory

to see something no one on
earth had ever seen before.

Finally ready to startle us, Dr. Blair?

I don't blame you for being
sceptical, professor Kent,

but I assure you that all
this is vitally necessary

for the demonstration I've
invited you here to witness.

You will be the first people,

with the exception of my wife

and my assistant, Dr. sayles,

to see the proof that the human brain

gives off an impulse that
can be recorded.

I think we'd better close
those blinds, Sanders.

Please watch the chart, gentlemen.

Dr. sayles' brain is
sending out the waves

you see recorded on that chart,

and whether he speaks or is silent

or even if he tried to
hide what he was thinking

with meaningless words,

his true thoughts would still
be recorded on that chart.

How did you reach that conclusion?

Well, you will notice a repeated pattern

in the variant waves, an exact rhythm,

as though it were a carrier wave

on which the true thoughts
were being transmitted.

I think we better stop now.

You feel any ill effects?

Not at all, Dr. Sanders.

So that's a portrait of the
mind of Dr. Richard sayles.

Yes, Dr. hart.

A poor thing, but mine own.

Seems incredible.

Can you make a graph like
that for any living brain?

Oh, yes,

and each brain has
its own wavelength,

and they're as
unlike as fingerprints.

Oh, excuse me.

Doc, I couldn't help it.

She said it was very important.

Helen.

Don't blame Karl.

You're not angry are you, Julian?

Why, of course not.

Come on in, you know everybody here.

- Hello, Richard.
- Hello, Mrs. Blair.

- Good evening.
- How are you?

I hope you'll forgive me
for interrupting like this,

but I know my husband so well.

When he gets started
here in the laboratory,

he forgets about time and
people and everything.

You have forgotten, dear, haven't you?

Huh?

Anne is coming home this evening.

Anne is our daughter,

and she's been visiting
friends in New York.

Today's her 20th birthday.

I remembered that.

Well, if we don't hurry,

we'll be late at the station to
meet the train. Come along.

Oh, Helen, wait a minute.
We've still got a little time.

I was just showing them the
wave recorder with Richard.

Now I'd like to show them your graph,

you know, just for comparison.

- But it's so late, darling.
- Oh, please, dear.

It won't take a minute.

Please do.

You know, I'm not really Julian's wife.

I'm Guinea pig number
one for his experiments,

and I guess I still like
it after all these years.

I envy you, doctor.

A wonderful wife for a scientist.

For any man.

Thanks.

Are you sure your hair isn't wet?

No, no.

- Sure?
- Sure.

If you'll reset the
graph, please, Richard.

Now you see how different
the wavelengths are?

Why should this record
be so much stronger?

I don't know.

But every demonstration
that I've made so far,

clearly shows that the
wave impulse of woman,

the so-called weaker sex,
is much stronger

and is much more regular than man's.

Evidently, there's a greater natural power

in the brain of woman, any woman.

Haven't I always told you that, Julian?

Has Mrs. Blair's graph ever varied?

The individual wavelength never varies.

Well, I believe what I can see.

Now tell me where you'll go from there.

Well, eventually, conceivably,

we may be able to record and read

the thoughts of every human brain

without a word being spoken.

You actually believe that someday

you can push a button here

and read what I am thinking in Chicago?

Well, you'll be able to
read my thoughts too.

Impossible.

Well, they called radio impossible,

but all this that you see is
only the first step towards

what I hope we can achieve.

It may take years, perhaps a lifetime.

But if science can unlock the human mind,

can uncover the secrets
of every human brain,

well, that's a job worth doing,
isn't it, professor Kent?

That's the first understatement

I've heard you make.

Well, I'd like to show them
the laboratory notes, Richard.

I'll get them.

Richard, get his coat.

- We've got to go, Julian.
- That's right.

Well, t'll just have to
leave you with Dr. sayles.

Of course, you see, I'm helpless.

- Sorry, gentlemen.
- Good night.

Good night.

Do hurry, Julian.

I'm sure we've got plenty of time, dear.

Richard, I forgot to
turn off those switches.

Oh, I'll take care of that.

We'll see you at the house later, Richard.

- All right.
- Come along,

Julian, hurry up.

You know,

I think I even convinced professor Kent,

and that's a major triumph.

Darling, don't be a scientist
anymore tonight, huh?

You're asking an awful lot,
but I'll try.

Say, aren't we going the
wrong way for the station?

You've forgotten again, haven't you?

Huh?

I told you I was ordering a
birthday cake for Anne's party

with her name on it, remember?

Oh, yes.

I don't see how you put up with me.

It's because you're you.

I don't see anywhere to park, do you?

You run out and get the cake,

and I'll drive around the
block and pick you up.

- All right.
- And hurry, dear.

It's almost train time.

Evening, doc,
come for the birthday cake?

Yes, Mr. booth.

Well, it's all ready for you.

Okay, doc?

You're an artist.

Well, I try to be,

especially for nice folks.

Bet you and Mrs. Blair
are mighty happy

to have the young lady back.

Indeed we are.

No, no, I'll carry it out for you.

I wanna say hello to
Mrs. Blair anyhow.

Thank you very much.

Helen!

Helen!

I lost my mother that night,

and when she went away,

I seemed to lose my father too.

He loved her so much.

I did all I could to
take my mother's place.

He didn't seem to know I was there.

He was lost.

Alone.

There wasn't anything I could say to him.

There wasn't anything I could do.

I'll get the car.

No, Richard.

You take Anne home.

I want to walk for a while and think.

He went back to his
laboratory that night alone.

He couldn't bear being in our house

where everything reminded
him of my mother.

Helen.

Helen.

Anne, for a moment I thought that...

Father, what's the matter?

Anne, dear, your mother
is not dead, not really.

She's come back to me.

No, dear, I haven't lost my mind.

She's here, here in this room.

She still lives.

Look.

I can only tell you again

that when I turned on those motors,

it was simply because I
had to be doing something.

I wasn't trying to reach my wife.

I had no reason on earth to
believe that I could reach her.

But she tried to reach me.

There is the proof of something

the world has always wanted to believe,

the proof of life after death.

Richard, you of all people,

you've worked with me.

You know how we believe that
mind could talk to mind.

Well, now I know that there is a way

for the dead to talk to the living.

My wife has passed through
a change that we call death.

But the impulse that spoke
from her living brain

that you saw me record on
that chart, did not die.

If Helen could send me that message,

and she did send it,

then there must be a way

to establish controlled and
scientific communication

between the living and the so-called dead.

Do you really believe what you say?

Do you think I would invent

a story like that about my wife?

How do you propose to go about

establishing this communication?

Radio began with a first
faint transmitted impulse,

which no one knew how
to control or harness.

Yet, science found a way
to send sound and speech

well, I believe that the human brain,

the brain that invented radio,

is itself the most perfect sending

and receiving mechanism on earth,

and I know that power does
not end with the grave.

Don't you see?

We hold in our hand a key
that may unlock the door

between us and those whom we call dead.

If we can set humanity free from fear,

if we can show people that those

we love are not lost to us,

if we can wipe out the horror

that superstition conjures
up out of fear of darkness.

Julian, I have too much respect for you

to scoff at your hopes,

to doubt your utter sincerity.

But what if you do find a way

to Pierce the veil between us and them?

And let the world of the
dead back in upon the living?

We don't know what evil may
be lurking behind that veil

waiting to get through.

What if you let loose on humanity

something much more terrible than

any fear that haunts us now?

But why should that happen?

I know one thing, Julian.

There are things human
being have no right to know.

There speaks fear, even from you.

Call it fear if you want to.

I tell you, you must not go on with this.

"Must not?"

Is there a wall beyond
which science may not go?

This is not science.

Please don't argue.

Anne.

"Don't argue with him
because he's not himself,"

that's what's in your mind, isn't it?

You won't believe me.

You won't help me.

Poor, frightened little people.

Well, I don't need you.

I don't need any of you.

Dad, won't you come home now and rest?

Then tomorrow maybe you'll feel better.

Tomorrow.

No, Anne.

I'm not some helpless child

to be taken home for his own good.

Get out.

Get out, all of you.

Do you hear me, Anne?

Go home.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Thank you for your great faith in me.

What do you want?

I just wanna tell you you're right, doc.

I know.

What are you talking about?

Well, I know we can talk to the dead.

I talk to my mama all the time.

She died two years ago,

but I can still talk to her.

How?

Ever hear of Mrs. blanche Walters?

She's a spirit medium.

Her control brings the voice
to you from the beyond.

I'm afraid mediums are
no good to me, Karl.

You better go now.

I've got work to do.

But, doc, it wouldn't hurt to see

what Mrs. Walters can do, would it?

No.

No.

That night,

my father took another
step toward tragedy.

Poor Karl wasn't to blame.

Perhaps no one was to blame.

I don't know.

But that night, my
father met Mrs. Walters,

and then for him there
was no turning back.

There is one here who seeks his mother,

who asks his mother to speak to him.

His name is c.

K.

Karl.

Karl seeks his mother.

Is Karl here?

Here.

Here I am.

Karl, your mother is calling you.

Your mother is with us.

Talk to me.

I see you.

Karl.

Karl, my son.

I hear you.

Karl, don't be unhappy.

It's very beautiful here.

I am at peace.

There is no pain,
no sickness, no sorrow.

I am watching over you, Karl.

We will meet again soon.

Come back!

No.

No, I can't.

They've gone.

I can't find them.

Turn on the lights.

Mrs. Walters, are you all right?

I'll get some water.

I'm afraid I can
go no further tonight.

You will forgive me now,
won't you?

I'm so tired.

It was wonderful, Mrs. Walters.

An inspiration.

- Good night.
- See you next Tuesday,

Mrs. Walters.

Your hats and coats
are in the hallway.

You coming, doc?

I'm going to talk to Mrs. Walters.

I congratulate you.

I've seen a lot of mediums at work,

but I think yours is one of
the smoothest performances

I've ever seen.

You're not the first
unbeliever I've met.

But other men of science have turned

to the occult for surcease from sorrow.

Sir Oliver lodge was a believer.

So was sir Arthur conan Doyle.

I know, Mrs. Walters.

But I am quite sure
that I can duplicate

every trick you've done here tonight.

I hate to disillusion you, Karl,

but there's your mother's ghost.

And the voice

came from

here.

There's just one thing more that...

Get out of here, both of you.

Get out.

After you've explained one
trick that's new to me.

How do you handle the
wiring for that table?

What wiring?

I experienced a severe
shock during the seance,

a dangerously high voltage.

It might prove fatal to some
of your more elderly clients.

Are you crazy?

I've never used electricity

in a seance in my life.

Is that the truth?

Why should I lie to you now?

Well.

Well, if that's true,

if that impulse is really
generated by your own brain

and your nervous system
without your knowledge, then,

if that's possible...

Mrs. Walters, I'd like you
to come to my laboratory now.

I'd like to make a test.

- Why?
- It may be

that you're closer
to a real communication

with the dead than you've ever realised.

I'm not in this business
for my health, Dr. Blair.

If you can help me in my work,

you'll be well-paid.

I'll get my coat.

I waited for my
father at home that night.

I didn't know what to do.

I didn't know where he was.

And all the time,

he was locked up there
in his laboratory

with Karl and Mrs. Walters.

All he could think of was
how to reach my mother,

how to talk to her.

He thought Mrs. Walters
might be able to help him.

He wasn't sure,

but he had to find out,

and that,

that was the beginning.

I think you'd better
take off that ring.

Stand back, Karl.

Are you afraid?

Now watch those lights.

Your brain and nervous system

are producing an electrical current,

an incredibly high voltage.

Dr. Blair, I think it's time

you told me what this is all about.

This is science, Mrs. Walters.

There's nothing of the occult about it.

If you can produce
an electrical voltage

as powerful as that,

the next step is to see if you
can absorb as much or more.

And if I can?

Then you may serve the same purpose

as the ground and aerial serve

in radio sending and receiving.

But I can't be sure until
I make a further test.

Karl, you can help me, if you will.

You can take that off now.

Let's move this out here, Karl.

Far enough.

Over here if you please, Mrs. Walters.

Stand back, Karl.

All ready?

Karl.

I'm all right.

Do you realise that 2,000 volts

would electrocute the
ordinary human being,

but 10,000 passed through your body

a moment ago without harming you?

I believe I'm on the right track.

Let me show you something.

That wave, that impulse,
was recorded

by my wife's brain before she died.

That was recorded after
she was dead and buried.

That proves that, that brain
impulse still lives somewhere.

What has that got to do with me?

I believe that if I could change

the hookup on that recording machine

I could utilise the energy
output and receiving field

of an abnormally
sensitised human being,

like you, for instance,

I could bring in that impulse so strongly

that I could record it constantly,

and perhaps learn to read its message.

Eventually, I may bring
back my wife's actual voice

and show the world how
to talk to those who've

passed beyond the grave.

If you can do what
you're trying to do,

you'll own the world.

You know that, don't you?

You sit down and rest for a while.

Then we'll see.

My father didn't come home.

I didn't know what to do.

Finally, I couldn't
stand waiting, wondering.

I had to find him.

I called Richard sayles.

Karl, do you want to help?

Sure, doc.

Then get a chair and put
it next to Mrs. Walters.

Hurry.

I'm going to add Karl to the circuit.

It may add to the receiving
strength of the machines,

just like adding radio tubes to a set.

In a little bit, Karl.

That's right.

Now sit down.

It's all right, Karl, it's
not going to hurt you.

Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

Karl.

Help me.

Who's that?

I don't know.

You'd better not let anybody
see him the way he is now.

No.

I'll take care of him.

Go see who it is.

Dad, we've come to get you.

Do you know what time it is?

Of course.

Dad, come home.

I thought I asked you not to bother me.

Doctor, I don't like to say this to you,

but, well, people are talking about you.

And there's to be a report
given at the university board

that, well, that you...

That I'm losing my mind?

Thank you for telling me.

Now will you leave me alone?

Dad, please.

Good night.

Look at Karl.

Karl.

I'm afraid electric shock has injured

his nerve centres, perhaps permanently.

The impulse had begun to come through.

It was Helen,

and now Karl, like this.

The world can get along without him,

and nobody has to know about this.

We can't hide him.

He has to have care.

If anyone sees him the way he is now,

the law will step in
and stop you for good.

I know.

Have you got enough money

so you can leave this town
and take Karl with us?

What?

We've got to get away from here,

where you can go on with your
work and no one will know.

Yes.

Yes.

The next morning,

my father sent me away to New York.

He resigned at the university.

He arranged to sell our house.

He said he was going
away that same day.

He wouldn't tell me where.

He said he'd write to
me later if he could.

He was like a stranger.

Someone I've never known,

and, yet, he hadn't
stopped loving me.

I know he hadn't.

Goodbye, Anne.

Goodbye.

I didn't see my father
again for two years.

Every three months he sent me a check.

He never wrote me a letter.

I wrote to him,
but he never answered.

He bought a strange
house at barsham harbour

on the new england coast.

There he went on with his work,

on and on and on.

People in barsham harbour
didn't understand my father.

They began to talk about him.

Slowly, they began to fear him,

and then to hate him
without really knowing why.

Poison of hate spread
through the village.

No one would even speak to him.

Although, he had never
hurt any of them.

You must remember that.

My father never hurt a living
person in barsham harbour.

Never.

Why, sheriff ed.

Evening, Mrs. Marcy.

What on earth are you doing way out here?

Come on inside.

I asked you what you're
doing way out here.

Oh, business, Mrs. Marcy.

Sheriff business?

Mm-hmm, in a way.

Your husband around anywhere?

Seth Marcy ain't set
foot on these premises

the two years I been working here,

and swears he never will.

Seth don't like Dr. Blair.

From what I hear, he's not
the only one that don't.

You better call Dr. Blair.

I wouldn't dare as go near him.

Why not?

He's working in his laboratory.

I got strict orders never
to go near that place.

This is important.

It wouldn't matter
if the world was ending

at sunup tomorrow,

she wouldn't let you bother him.

She?

Mrs. Walters.

You seen her?

I've heard of her.

Have you noticed anything
peculiar going on around here?

I make it
my business not to notice

what ain't my business.

How do you get along with that ape

that follows the doc around?

Karl?

He's harmless.

He's like a big, ugly dog.

All you have to do is raise
your voice to him and he minds.

Hey.

How's it happen you haven't
you got electric lights?

Mrs. Walters says it interfered

with the reception.

Reception of what?

I don't know.

He's inventing some
kind of radio, I guess.

You.

- Stand still.
- Ed Willis,

you put that gun away.

Karl, you stop.

Karl, you hear me?

Just like I told you.

Karl minds when he's spoken to.

What was that noise?

Some kind of static, I
suppose, from the laboratory.

I got used to it long ago.

What do you want?

I'd like to talk to Dr. Blair.

That's impossible.

I don't think so.

Doc, do you want to come down here,

or shall I come up?

Maybe I should explain that
I'm sheriff of this county.

The name's Willis.

Ed Willis.

I don't care who you are.

How about it, doc?

You don't have to talk to him.

Might make things a lot
better all around if you did.

Why?

An old settler named Sam Jennings

was buried in the family
vault day before yesterday.

Well?

His body disappeared last night.

Why tell us about that?

Mostly because it's happened before,

four times before.

Five bodies missing in the two years,

since you people came to this town,

and it never happened
before you came to town.

Now, it's my job to find
out who stole those bodies.

We don't know anything about it.

Ordinarily, I don't pay
attention to what people say.

I figure they've gotta
talk about something.

But when a whole town full of people

begin to tell each other
there's some connection

between the missing bodies

and whatever it is that
goes on in this house,

well, I figure it's time I
found out what is going on.

This is not the first time
I've been made the victim

of people who talk about things

they're too ignorant to understand.

I'm engaged in experimental work.

All right,
what kind of experiments?

That's none of your business.

I think it is, under the circumstances.

Dr. Blair, I want you to
take me into your laboratory.

Show me just what it is you are doing

tell me what it's all about.

Then I can go back to
town and tell the folks.

Tell them you're okay.

And I'll make them quit talking

before the talk goes too far.

Now then, that's fair enough, isn't it?

It'd be impossible to explain
to you what I'm doing,

even if I wanted to.

And I believe I have the
right to go on with my work

without being placed on trial by fools.

This is my house.

I've committed no crime.

Karl.

You will take this gentleman to the gate

and see that he leaves.

That's all.

Good night.

That's all for tonight.

Good night, Dr. Blair.

Good night, Mrs. Marcy.

That man will be back.

I'll take care of him when he comes.

You'd better get some rest.

No, I think I'm going to
work a little later tonight.

Good night.

Oh, it's you, sheriff ed.

You scared me out me year's growth.

Sorry.

I didn't turn on the headlights,

in case anybody was watching.

Come on.

Come on, get in,
I'll drive you home.

You certainly caused plenty
of excitement tonight.

How on earth could
you practically accuse

poor Dr. Blair of stealing bodies?

Well, somebody stole them.

Hey, what's in that laboratory of his?

I never been in it.

The door is always kept locked.

Could you get in?

And get caught and lose my job?

I never was inquisitive,

and I see no reason to be now,

just to satisfy your curiosity.

Hey, look, Mrs. Marcy,

I'm not saying there's anything
really wrong in that house,

but a lot of folks are
going on thinking there is

unless I can tell them differently.

You know, folks can talk just so long,

and then there's an explosion,

and a lot of people get hurt.

I don't want any mob
trouble in our town.

Maybe you could help to
keep that from happening.

Will you try?

I never made a promise
yet and didn't keep it,

so I ain't gonna promise you a thing.

But, I'll see.

Karl.

I forgot to lock the laboratory.

Take care of it for me, will you?

Let me out!

Dr. Blair!

Dr. Blair!

Who's in there?

Where are the keys?

Stand back.

Is she dead?

Yes.

How'd she get in here?

I forgot to lock the door.

Now I am a criminal, a murderer.

When she doesn't come home tonight,

her husband will start looking for her.

Then how, what?

There's only one thing we can do.

They're here.

Who?

Seth Marcy and the sheriff.

You'll have to talk to them.

They won't leave unless you do.

I've taken care of the footprints.

You'd better not keep the
sheriff waiting too long,

or he might come up here.

Where's my wife?

Easy, Seth.

I can't tell you anything about her.

She left here hours ago.

You're lying.

She's here in this house somewhere.

I'd like to help you, but I can't.

How do I know she ain't right here?

What would she be doing
here at this time of night?

You have time to help them look for her,

haven't you, Dr. Blair?

Yes, I'll get my hat and coat.

Look where?

She always went home the
same way, didn't she?

The path leads right along the edge

of the cliff at one place.

I know it does.

Come on, Seth.

It was dark when Mrs.
Marcy left the house.

We asked her if she
shouldn't carry a lantern,

but she said she didn't need one.

She walked that path day or night,

rain or shine for two years.

She wouldn't have walked over here.

What did you do to her?

I didn't do anything to her.

I'm terribly sorry.

Seth.

May I go home, please?

Yes, you might as well.

I'd be glad to help to pay
for the funeral expenses

good night.

They've killed her.

Seth.

Now I know how you feel,

but I can't stand for
you starting any trouble.

You've got absolutely nothing to go on,

nothing but loose talk and superstition,

and the fact that you
never did like Dr. Blair.

Now, you go around talking too much,

and, well, I might just
have to put a stop to it.

Go on home now, Seth.

Well, are they satisfied?

Why did you follow us?

We could honestly have said
her death was accidental.

Now we've lied.

We're as guilty as though
we planned her death.

Stop talking like that.

Come on, we can't stay here now.

Richard and I
reached barsham harbour

very late that night.

The sheriff told us what he thought

had happened to Mrs. Marcy

and hinted much more than he said.

He told us Seth Marcy was
telling everyone in the village

my father had killed his wife.

The sheriff told us so much
we could hardly believe him.

My father had become
a very strange man.

While we were on our way
to my father's house,

he was working in
that ghastly place.

Karl, go over to the other
wall and fix your safety belt.

Stand back, please.

The sooner you folks get in there

and take charge the better.

Julian...

Helen.

Look out, let me.

You better stay down here, Anne.

No.

Let me out.

Now!

I can't stand it.

Julian...

Helen.

Stop, I can't stand it.

Julian...

Helen.

No, let me out!

Mrs. Walters.

Mrs. Walters.

Karl, don't open that door.

Anne.

Oh, dad.

I sent for her.

Told her she'd better come
here and take care of you.

Dad, why didn't you answer my letters?

Well, you never wrote me.

But I did.

I saw a letter at
the post office myself.

That's how I knew where
to get in touch with her.

But Mrs. Walters always...

Oh.

I should've realised long ago.

You've done me a favour,
a great favour.

There'll be no more
trouble in this house

now that my daughter's here.

I'll get in touch later, sheriff.

All right.

Good night.

You will find a lamp
downstairs in the kitchen.

You'll be wanting something
to eat, won't you?

I'll come down and
talk to you later.

- But, doctor, why...
- I'll be down

in a few minutes, Richard.

I've got something to do.

It won't take me very long.

All right, dad.

You'll have to help me, Karl.

Yes, she's dead.

I thought you'd never get here.

Seth's got them worked up

to where they're talking
about lynching him.

Not tonight, Seth.

Now go on back home where you belong.

You ain't stopping us, ed.

I will.

If I have to use this.

Now, I'm warning you.

Attaboy, Joe, hold him!

Come on, men!

You can't stop them now.

Come on.

No, Karl.

Come in, Richard.

Come in, Richard.

Doctor, are these...?

Now you know why I couldn't
bring the sheriff in here.

I never meant to kill anybody, Richard,

and as soon as the work is finished,

I'm going to give myself up.

Richard, we must go on with the work.

We're both scientists,

and you and Anne can help me.

Do you think I'd let Anne
have anything to do with this?

Helen spoke to me tonight.

I actually heard her voice.

I found out something I should've known,

something I should've
realised a long time ago.

Every time Helen has tried to
speak to me since she died,

Anne has been somewhere near.

What are you trying to tell me?

Anne is the key.

Don't you understand, Richard?

The impulse that belongs to Anne

is almost identical with her mother's.

Their minds are in tune.

Tonight for the first time,

I heard Helen's voice,

and now with Anne to help me,

perhaps I can talk to her.

Do you think I'd let
you put Anne in that?

Richard, she'll be perfectly safe.

I won't let you touch her.

Oh, Richard.

Don't try to stop me now.

Trust me, help me.

Richard.

I'm going to take Anne out of this place.

Maybe I can keep her from
ever knowing about this.

Richard, Anne cannot leave.

Anne cannot leave.

Karl, don't touch him!

He isn't badly hurt.

And that's all.

Anne, dear, I'm not going to hurt you.

In a few moments,

we may hear your mother's voice.

We're very close to your mother now, dear.

I feel sure of it.

I've got to use more amplification

than I've ever used before,

but don't be afraid.

You'll feel something pulling at you,

dragging you towards the table,

but I won't let that force hurt you.

If there's any danger,

you can trust me to turn it off.

Julian...

Julian.

Helen.

Julian...

Julian.

Julian.

Helen.

Helen!

He's upstairs in his laboratory.

Get out of the way, you!

Come on, boys, let's go!

Get him out of the way!

Helen.

Let's get out of here!

Anne!

Anne, Anne!

Anne, are you hurt?

Anne.

They say my father's spirit

must still live in that house.

I don't know.

When he seemed to be so
close to what he sought,

something reached out for him.

A warning that human beings

must not try to reach beyond death.

I don't know.

No one will ever know.

And yet, perhaps the time will come

when the door to infinity will open.

Perhaps.

Perhaps.