All language subtitles for The Changeling - Remastered 1980 English

The Changeling - Remastered 1980 English

[DISTANT VOICES]

[LAUGHTER]

- You're very strong.
- OK, push!

[HE GROANS]

This is the last holiday I'm ever
going on with you.

Where'd you get all those muscles?

- Come on.
- More, more, more!

- Don't quit now.
- How much further?

It's only a couple million more miles.

A couple of what?

Couple million more miles!

Now, right up here we're gonna stop.
Keep pushing. Don't quit.

Mexico next time.

- Hawaii's better.
- Yeah!

Whoa-ho!

Hold it, hold it. That's good.

Phew!

Now what are you going to do?

- I'm gonna try to get us some...
- Help?

Help.

[SHE SIGHS]

Come on. Let's have a snowball fight.

Oh, no! No!

[THEY LAUGH]

Daddy! Daddy! Come on! Help me, Daddy!

Ow!

[SHE LAUGHS]

Yes, do you have the number for
Emergency Road Service?

[LAUGHING]

[HOOTING]

[GENTLE PIANO MUSIC BEGINS]

Thank you, Stan.

If you want a hand with anything,
just give me a shout, Mr Russell.

I will, thanks.

[MUSIC FADES]

[DOOR SLAMS]

[DISTANT TRAFFIC NOISE]

[SOLO PIANO PLAYS]

Mr Russell?

Daddy!

[HE STOPS PLAYING]

Catch!

Mr Russell, I...

You know that this piece is going
to Seattle too, Estancia?

Yes, sir.

Good.

At first, right after it happened,
I was in shock.

I just functioned automatically.
I didn't feel anything.

And one day, it hit me...

Joanna and Kathy are gone.

I just kept walking around the apartment
saying it over and over,

They're gone, they're gone.

I guess I was about half crazy.

But that's over four months ago and...

what I've got to do now is start
making demands of myself.

Well, your first class is next Monday.

I'll set up a meeting for you tomorrow
with some of the faculty.

You'll remember a lot of them.

11.00 OK for you?

That's fine, Robert, thanks.
Thanks for everything you've done.

Come on. Everyone's very excited
about you being here.

A well-known alumnus and distinguished
composer like yourself.

Says who?

Distinguished or not, we're glad you came.

- Give it to me! Come on! Give it to me!
- No!

OK, kids, keep it down.

Go into the kitchen,
get yourself some cookies.

By the way, how long are you planning
to stay in that hotel?

There's plenty of room for you here,
you know.

No, thanks, Eva.

I think I'm going to find a house to rent.
I've got some things coming out.

What I need is a place I can lock myself
in and pound away at the piano all night.

A place I can work.

I have a friend who works for
the Historical Preservation Society.

They have some old houses
that I'm sure they rent.

We'll see what we can come up with
for you.

Good.

- Mr Russell?
- Yes.

Hello, I'm Claire Norman.

Why don't you hop in and we'll drive up?

Fine.

When was the house last occupied?

Let's see. About 12 years ago.

It's been with the Historical Society
for the past 12 years.

There we go.

Wow!

There were plans at one time to turn it
into some kind of a museum.

But I don't know.
I guess a house was meant to be lived in.

Why hasn't it been lived in?

Well, I've only been with the Society
for a year now.

The impression I get is that they haven't
tried very hard with this place.

Of course, it does need a lot of work.

Yeah.

There's some pieces here
that are just stored.

You'd have your pick of them.

You know, whatever you'd like.

Kitchen's in here.

What does it take to maintain
a house of this size?

Oh, we have a man who looks after
all these places. Mr Tuttle.

And...

This is the music room.

This is really why I thought of you
and this house.

The piano was left here
when the Society took over.

Just too much trouble to move, really.

It must be in very bad shape.

What are the terms?

[HE PLAYS MOZART RONDO
IN A MINOR FOR PIANO]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[KEYS THUD]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Sorry to disturb your composing.

That's all right, Mr Tuttle.
This has already been composed.

There's a man at the front, wants to
deliver a water storage tank.

Says you called him.

Oh, OK.

[NOTE SOUNDS]

Have you managed to do any writing?

Yes. I'm still working on the second
movement. Same old problem.

Well, maybe the lectures will help,
get some new ideas going.

[CHATTING]

[ROOM HUSHES]

It's my understanding...

that there are...

23 students registered...

[LAUGHTER]

for this series of lectures
on advanced musical form.

Now, we all know that
it's not raining outside.

[LAUGHTER]

And unless there's a fire

in some other part of the building
we don't know about,

there's an awful lot of people
here with nothing better to do.

[LAUGHTER]

However...

we'll know more after the second lecture.

I'm sure there are many of you...

who may recognise this.

[HE PLAYS FROM BRAHMS:
SYMPHONY NO 1 IN C MINOR]

[PIECE CONTINUES IN ORCHESTRA]

[APPLAUSE]

Well, it sounds a little bit better with
an orchestra than it does with a piano.

No, you made it sound fine.
That was a great class.

John's secret is that he's a natural ham.

Don't go too far. Excuse me.

If you can't find your way back...

I'll send out a search party.

Hi!

I'd like you to meet my mother.

- How do you do, Mrs Norman?
- How do you do?

This is John Russell.
You remember the Chessman house?

Oh! Oh, yes.
I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr Russell.

How are you liking the place?

Fine.

It's so large.

Yes.

Ladies and gentlemen,
may I have your attention, please?

I'd like to introduce
Senator Joseph Carmichael...

My God!
He's going to make another speech.

What you're hearing is a lifelong
Republican commenting on a Democrat.

I see!

You know how I hate making speeches.

[LAUGHTER]

But sometimes,
on a very special occasion...

like raising money for our magnificent
symphony orchestra...

And weren't they fantastic tonight?

Damn right.

I was just going to get a drink.

I think I'll join you.

I'll be right back, Mother.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Actually, he's on our board
of directors

at the Historical Preservation
Society.

In fact, he's become our number one
philanthropist.

So, you're getting settled in then?

- Oh, yes.
- Good.

There's some things at the Society office
that belong to your house.

I'll see if I can dig them up for you.

I'm glad you took the house.

[APPLAUSE]

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[THUNDER CRACKS]

[THUNDER CRACKS]

[WIND WHISTLES]

[MUSIC FADES]

[WATER DRIPPING]

[BANGING]

[BANGING CONTINUES]

[DISTANT WAILING]

[BANGING AND WAILING STOP]

[PLAYS PIANO]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[SIGHING]

Mr Tuttle?

Mr Tuttle?

Yes, Mr Russell?

You frightened me.

Is anyone else here?

- Mrs Rissean cleaning today?
- No, sir, just me.

Thank you.

[WHIRRING]

[RECORDING CONTINUES]

That's lovely.

The music.

- Well, hello.
- Hi.

Has the quality of a lullaby.

Yes, it is in a sort.

Well, here we are, as promised.

These are some assorted prints that
used to hang in the house somewhere.

Ah!

And this...

is an old restored photograph taken
at the front of the house.

- Isn't that remarkable?
- Beautiful.

I tried to call you first, but Information
isn't giving your number out yet.

That's a beautiful old piece.

Did you refinish it?

I didn't, no.

Oh!

Um, that was Kathy's, my daughter's.

Well, I guess I'd better be off.

I hope you like the prints.

Thank you.

You going riding?

Yes.

Do you ride?

[HORSES WHINNY]

John...

What's the matter?

I was just thinking about
my daughter, Kathy.

How much she loved horses.

- [HOOTING]
- Mummy!

Mummy!

[CRASH]

[HE SOBS]

[BANGING]

An air lock somewhere.

It was too loud, too rhythmic.

Well, it's starting, at least.

Why would it happen two mornings in a row?

Precisely at 6.00?

Why does it go on for about half a minute
and then stop dead?

It doesn't make sense.

A furnace is like anything else,
Mr Russell.

It's got habits.

It's an old house.

It makes noises.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, very good.

We're still not together on the off beats.

And, darling, you're retarding a little
too much on the last four bars.

Otherwise, it was splendid.

- Good night.
- Good night. See you tomorrow.

[THUNDER BOOMS]

[HOOTING]

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC BEGINS]

[WAILING]

[WATER RUNNING]

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

[CHOKING SOUND]

[CHOKING SOUND]

[WATER RUNNING]

[WATER STOPS]

[SQUEAKING]

[WATER RUNNING]

[CHILD'S VOICE]

[MUSIC BECOMES MORE URGENT]

[MUSIC FADES]

What I'm driving at is...

Has anything like this happened
in the house before?

If so, to whom, when,
and what did they do about it?

Since I've been with the Society,
the house has been empty.

John, you're working very hard.

You've been through a terrible
emotional strain.

- Isn't it possible...?
- Hallucinating.

- Is that what you're going to say?
- Excuse me.

Minnie?

Claire, there's a call for you -
your mother.

- Should I tell her you're busy?
- I'll be right there.

Excuse me, John, just for a minute.

[HOOTING]

You know there's some question about
your lease, Mr Russell.

What do you mean?

That house shouldn't have been rented.

Miss Norman rushed those papers
through our attorney's office.

She did not use proper channels.

Why should anyone object?

That house is not fit to live in.

No one's been able to live in it.

It doesn't want people.

Then there has been trouble
in the house before?

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC BEGINS]

[GLASS SMASHES]

[MUSIC BECOMES EERIE]

[MUSIC FADES]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[MUSIC BEGINS AGAIN]

[MUSIC BUILDS]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[EERIE WHISTLING]

[CLATTERING]

[MUSIC BECOMES MENACING]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[BANGING ECHOES]

[GHOSTLY BANGING TAKES OVER]

[BANGING STOPS]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[MUSIC BEGINS AGAIN]

[MUSIC BECOMES MORE EERIE]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[HE COUGHS]

[MUSIC BOX PLAYS]

[PIANO JOINS MUSIC BOX]

Claire, listen, it's note for note.

Same tempo, even the same key.

What do you think?

I don't know.

It's a startling coincidence.

But that melody must have been
very popular at one time

or it wouldn't be on the music box.

I agree, but I swear I'd never heard it...

before I played it and recorded it
that day you came over.

No, there's something...

Something.

It's happened before here.
I'm not the first.

I went over the files very carefully,

all the way back to 1920.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Miss Huxley.

Minnie's a highly eccentric old woman

- but she'd never...
- No.

She said the house didn't want people.
She's mistaken.

Whatever it is is trying
desperately to communicate.

The banging's, the water taps,
the broken window panes.

All the glass fell outward.
It had to be done from the inside.

Everything that's happened has been
designed to get me into that attic room.

I want to see it.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

Look at that book on the desk there.

CSB. January 4, 1909.

It's a little child's writing.

1909. Who could've lived here then?

That's where I found the music box,
on the mantel.

Look at this wheelchair.

Oh, my God!

It's so small.

What was this room?

[MUSIC BEGINS]

[CREAKING AND WHIRRING]

Former residents William Sarachino
and family. Architect.

Bought the place in 1965. Sold it in 1967.

Purchased for the Society for Historical
Preservation November 1967,

through a generous grant from the
Carmichael Foundation. That's the senator?

- Yeah.
- Great philanthropist.

Now, where is the rest of this file?

Previous occupants...

No previous occupants listed.

There's nothing here before 1920.

Minnie, we're looking for the Chessman
house file, pre-1920.

Do you know where it is?

What is it you want to know?

We're trying to find out who lived in
the house in 1909.

A man named Barnard. A doctor.

Did he have any children, do you know?

I believe a son and a daughter.

There was some kind of family tragedy,
I think.

He sold the house in 1909.

1909? I'll set it up for you.

Fine, OK.

It's all ready to go.
The scanner's on the right.

Thank you so much.

Let's have a look here.

February 9th. These are want ads.

Financial page...

Real estate. More want ads.

Wait, wait, wait.

Cora Barnard, seven-year-old daughter of
Dr Walter Barnard,

prominent Seattle physician, was struck
and seriously injured

when she ran in front of
a passing coal cart

outside her Chessman Park
home yesterday.

She was hastened to
St Margaret's Hospital,

where her condition remains grave.

So forth and so on.

Cora Barnard. CSB.

There!

Cora Stuart Barnard, daughter of...

succumbed in St Margaret's Hospital

to injuries sustained in
a February 15th accident.

She is mourned by her parents.

Miss Barnard will be interred in the
family plot in Brookfield Cemetery.

There's the doctor.

And his wife.

There's the brother, Lloyd.

This little girl, Cora...

was killed in the street.

It was an accident
almost the same as Kathy.

What is it in that house, Claire?

What is it doing?
Why is it trying to reach me?

- John...
- Is it because of my daughter?

I can't go through all this again.

John, you must get out of that house.

[BALL BOUNCING]

[BOUNCING SPEEDS UP]

[MUSIC BEGINS]

[CHOKING]

[BALL THUDS LOUDLY]

[MUSIC BUILDS]

[MUSIC FADES]

I believe everything you're saying,
Mr Russell.

The noises, the lights, the teleportation
of objects, all very familiar.

Fascinating stuff.

- But the point is...
- Yeah?

What do I do now? I mean...

Ah! I tell you, off the record.

We have coming here many mediums
and spiritualists and so.

And we test them.

Now, 99% are the frauds.

But the 1%...

astonishing!

- Hm! A medium.
- Mm-hm.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hello.

- Mr Russell?
- Yes.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- My wife, Leah.
- Come in, please.

- Thank you.
- It's just to your left.

Could we have these lights off, please?

Thank you.

I thought I'd record what happens.

- Is that all right?
- Yes, yes, of course.

That's fine.
Mr Russell, would you sit there, please?

- Yes, of course.
- And I'll sit here.

Thank you.

[EERIE MUSIC]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[SHE BREATHES HEAVILY]

You've suffered a cruel loss,
John Russell.

You've lost a wife and child.

The presence in this house is reaching
out to you through that loss.

The presence is very strong here.

It is a child's presence.

A child who is not at peace.

Who cannot rest.

The presence... is with us.

We sense that you are with us.

Will you talk to us?

Will you communicate with us?

Will you come through to us?

Will you speak to us?

We are here to help you.

What is your name?

Will you speak to us?

Yes.

What is your name?

Are you the child Cora?

Are you the child killed by the coal cart?

No.

What is your name?

Joseph.

Did you die in this house, Joseph?

How did you die?

Is there someone here you wish
to communicate with?

John.

Help. Help. Help.

Help. John. Help.

Help.

Mr Russell, will you sit over here now,
please?

Will you speak to John?

Will you tell us why you are not at rest?

[GLASS JINGLES]

Speak to John.

John is with us.

What do you want of John?

Why do you feel no peace?

Why do you remain in this house, Joseph?

What is in this house?

Speak to John.

John is with us.

How did you die?

Did you die in this house?

Why do you remain in this house?

Joseph, how did you die?

Joseph, did you die in this house?

[SCREAMING]

[WOMAN SOBBING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[MUSIC FADES]

[TAPE WHIRS]

We are here to help you.

What is your name?

[TAPE WHIRS]

killed by the coal cart?

[WHISPER] No.

No.

[TAPE WHIRS]

Are you the child killed by
the coal cart?

[WHISPER] No.

No.

[TAPE WHIRS]

Are you the child killed by the coal cart?

[WHISPER] No.

No.

We are here to help you.

What is your name?

[WHISPER] Joseph.

What is your name?

[WHISPER] Joseph.

What is your name?

[WHISPER] Joseph.

[WHISPER] Joseph.

[WHISPER] Joseph.

Joseph.

Did you die in this house, Joseph?

[WHISPER] House.

[WHISPER] My room.

[WHISPER] Can't walk.

Will you tell us why you are not at rest?

[CRYING] My father.

Joseph, did you die in this house?

[CRYING] My room.

How did you die?

How did you die?

How did you die?

How did you die?

Father.

Father.

The well.

Ranch.

Sacred Heart.

My medal.

Father.

Father, don't.

Help!

[SPLASHING]

[MUSIC BOX PLAYS]

[BANGING]

[HE CHOKES]

[BANGING CONTINUES]

[HE CRIES]

[MUSIC BOX STILL PLAYS]

My body.

Ranch.

The well.

[WHISPERS] My name... Joseph Carmichael.

[TAPE RATTLES]

Claire?

Yeah.

I'm sorry to...

I...

I just...

Can you c...?

I...

House.

My room.

Can't walk.

Will you tell us why you are not at rest?

[CRIES] My father.

Joseph, did you die in this house?

My room.

How did you die?

Father, don't.

My name... Joseph Carmichael.

[SHE SOBS]

I'm sorry, I...

I shouldn't have called you.
It's just that I needed someone.

I know, I know.

I wrote some words on a paper.

I wrote Sacred Heart.

There used to be a county orphanage...

named Sacred Heart.

It was closed down years ago.

Orphanage?

Yes.

Their child, Joseph Carmichael.

He was murdered in this house
in the attic.

And buried.

- And then an orphan...
- Stop it, John!

Just for one minute, please!

[SHE GASPS]

[WHEELCHAIR CREAKS]

Miss Huxley's on the phone, Senator.

It's the third time she's called this
morning. She says it's important.

All right, I'll take it.

Hello, Minnie. How are you?

I'm fine.

They've been going through the files.

Let me have that name again.

John...

Russell.

I'm very glad to be of help, as you know.

Goodbye.

[CHATTING]

This is the senator's campaign bio
of 1960.

I got it from the main library,
had them Xerox it for me.

You found something?

It's some kind of a rough retrospective
that somebody drew up

when they were thinking about
turning the house into a museum.

Richard Carmichael and family occupied
the house 1899 to 1906.

Richard was the senator's father.

His mother died when he was born in 1900.

It's all in there.

Look at the part about his illness.

Um...

Joe Carmichael, their son, at age three

was struck down with a form of
atrophic arthritis...

A little further down.

It was decided to send little Joe to
the famed Nordbach Sanatorium

in Basel, Switzerland,
for special therapy.

Accompanied by his father,
he embarked for Europe in October, 1906

not to set foot on American soil again
until the cessation of World War I.

See how it might have been done?

Richard's son, a sick child,

was murdered by his father
and buried secretly.

Then the substitute, a six-year-old
orphan, was put in his place,

shipped right overseas right away,

with the father attending.

It all worked for them.

Even the war worked.

It kept him in Switzerland till 1918.

He came back here, he was 18 years old.

Who was going to know that he wasn't
the real son?

If he wasn't crippled any more,
it was because he was cured.

John...

Do you think he knows about the murder
and about the replacement?

I don't know.

How could any father do such a thing?

Richard's wife was Emily Spencer.

She was the daughter of HT Spencer,
who founded the Spencer Carmichael empire.

He died in 1905. He was a zillionaire.

His will!

His will might be very interesting.

There must be a copy of it
in the hall of records.

I'm also going to try to find out
if there was a ranch,

a Spencer or a Carmichael ranch
somewhere.

Yeah, a ranch with a well.

This is the 1908 atlas of Seattle

which is open to the part of the city
where the Carmichael ranch was located.

- Right here.
- What does that little mark there mean?

According to the legend, here, that was
the location of a well on that property.

I see.

And in the 1914 atlas which is opened here
to the same area,

there's been one large lot
that's apparently been sold off,

but the property is very much the same

and the location of the well
is still given.

Right. Exactly.

The 1928 atlas was quite a change.

There's further subdivision
of the property.

The symbol for the well has disappeared
and a house has been built here.

[SHIP HOOTS]

[HE KNOCKS]

The ranch is listed in the will.

It's part of the inheritance of
little Joseph Carmichael,

all of five years old at the time.

He got just about everything.

What about the father, Richard?

Bypassed.

Except as his son's guardian,
and therefore trustee of the estate.

Well, old man Spencer's daughter
was dead

and, obviously, he wasn't too fond of
his son-in-law.

Yes, but wait.

Richard doesn't get any money

but he still controls his son,
and his son is worth a fortune.

Unless...

Unless, for some reason, the boy dies
before attaining the age of 21.

In that case, the entire estate
goes to charity.

That would have shut Richard out
completely

and there he was with a son who was weak,
sickly, bedridden, couldn't even walk.

He must have decided not to take
a chance on the boy.

The money was just too tempting.

What are you going to tell her?

About the well under the house
and the body.

And the medal with the name on it?

No. Nothing about Carmichael.

She'll think you're crazy.

You'll tell her I'm not.

- Hmm!
- [HE LAUGHS]

[HE KNOCKS]

Good evening, Mrs Grey. I'm John Russell.
This is Miss Norman.

Mr Russell, I wouldn't have listened
to your story for two minutes.

I wouldn't have let you in here, but for
something you said on the phone earlier.

You said that this séance affair of yours
happened three nights ago.

- Right?
- That's right.

Well, three nights ago, on Monday night...

Linda, my daughter, woke up screaming

just after midnight.

She'd had a nightmare.

When I went in to her, she was hysterical,
she was sobbing.

I'd never seen her like that before.

Oh, I mean, she'd had nightmares before,
but not...

She said she'd seen a boy.

Very small, very thin.

Almost gnome-like.

And he was trying to come up
through the floor.

And he kept staring at her.

Here, in the middle.

She hasn't been in this room since,
won't come near it. She sleeps with me.

What we want is...

What you want, Mr Russell,
is to tear this room apart.

Well, I have your phone number,
Mr Russell. I'll have to think about it.

[WIND WHISTLES]

[EERIE MUSIC]

[CREAKING]

[SHE SCREAMS LOUDLY]

[MUFFLED] Linda!

[MUFFLED] What the hell's going on? Linda!

[MUSIC STOPS]

[SAW BUZZES LOUDLY]

They're still digging.

But they found the well.

OK.

Did you find anything?

No, nothing yet.
This is Tony, Mrs Grey's son. Miss Norman.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Give me that flashlight, will you?

Sure.

I think I found something.

What is it?

It's a hand.

What?

It's a hand.

I'll call the police.

[POLICE RADIO]

There's nothing more?

Doesn't look like it.

You think there might be
something else down there?

No.

Assistant coroner said those bones had
been down there maybe 50 years.

Do you have some idea who that child was?

No, not really.

What's not really mean?

No.

I'm going to want statements
from everybody.

Mrs Grey, do you have some other place
you could stay for tonight?

- Yes, it's all been arranged.
- Good.

I think you should have told them.

It's gotta be there. Without that medal,
there's no evidence, there's nothing.

You have the tape.

Tapes can be altered. They know that.
Did you see the expression on his face?

It was obvious you were holding
something back.

I'll say.

Look, it's very late. Let me go get some
rest, and I'll talk to you in the morning.

- Fine. Drive carefully.
- You too.

[MUSIC BEGINS]

[GLASS SMASHES]

[FEET THUD ON FLOOR]

[WATER DRIPS]

[HE SIGHS]

[MUSIC BUILDS]

What's the matter?

St Paul's Church, September 8, 1900.

Joseph Patrick Carmichael.

It was there.

It was there.

You have to show it to the police.

It's the only piece of solid evidence
we've got.

They didn't see me dig it up,
they couldn't find it.

Why should they believe it was there?

You can't just ignore them.

The police aren't going to trouble
themselves with a 70-year-old case.

- Still, it's an unsolved murder.
- Nah.

Whatever's to be done has to be
done by me.

I've got to get to Carmichael.

- He won't see you now.
- He'll see me.

[HOOTING]

Senator!

- Hey, hold it right there! Hold up.
- Mr Carmichael!

- Senator...
- Wait a minute, now.

Get the hell out of my way.

Senator, I'm John Russell.
I'm living in your house.

Senator, look.

I want to show him that.
I want to talk to him.

Let me go! Senator!

Look at this medal. It's a baptism medal.

It's got your name on it.

- You got him?
- We got him.

It was buried with a body.

A little boy.

Senator! The police know about it.

Who was that? Some kind of crackpot?

I've no idea.

Never mind. Come on.

Dale...

I want you to radio back to police
headquarters, Captain DeWitt.

Ask him to call me in Spokane
at this number.

Yes, sir.

[DOORS BANG]

[BANGING CONTINUES]

You goddamn son of a bitch.

What is it you want?

What do you want from me?

[VOICE ECHOES]

I've done everything I can do!

[VOICE ECHOES]

There's nothing more to do.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

[CLOCK TICKS]

Mr Russell?

Yes?

My name is DeWitt, Captain DeWitt.

Oh, yes.

I'd like to talk to you if I may.

All right. Come in.

Quite a house.

Yes.

You're a musician, a composer,
is that right, Mr Russell?

Yes.

You're teaching a course at the faculty
of music out of the university?

That's right.

Is this where you held your séance?

What was it you wanted to talk
to me about?

You were out at Boeing Airfield
this morning, Mr Russell.

They tell me you caused quite a scene,
screaming, yelling, acting like a lunatic.

Sergeant Durban tells me you were
up to some strange things last night too.

Seems you dug up some bones
under a lady's house

that some ghostly voice told you
were there, is that correct?

Only Sergeant Durban said you told him
you had no idea who those bones were,

no idea at all.

Now, it seems...

It seems a little odd, then,
don't you think,

that you'd go charging across
that airfield this morning

making crazy accusations against
Senator Carmichael?

I made no accusations.

Senator Carmichael, who has served
this state for 36 years...

- I didn't accuse him of any...
- and is not about to give in

to any dirty little blackmail scheme.

- Blackmail?
- You heard me.

What are you talking about?

I understand you lost your wife
and daughter a little while ago.

Maybe it shook you up.

Maybe too much.

Maybe you need help.

I'd like you to leave now.

We can see that you get it.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Out, now.

Listen to me, Russell.

You've got something of the senator's.
He wants it back.

It's a little gold medal,
a family heirloom. He lost it.

He thinks you've got it.

[LOUD KNOCKING]

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

[LOUD KNOCKING]

I'm sorry to barge in on you like this,
but I am so damn mad.

This morn...

This is Captain DeWitt.
He's with the police.

You're... Miss Norman?

Yes.

I take it now, or I come back in an hour
with a warrant and a crew

and we tear this place apart.

Tear this place apart?
What's going on here?

I'll be here.

Suit yourself.

Well, what was that all about?

Senator Carmichael thinks
he's being blackmailed.

They've cancelled your lease.

They've forced me to resign
from the society.

No explanation, no reason, nothing,
just get out.

I have an appointment with the head
of the board of directors.

I'll see what I can find out.

I'll call you and let you know.

[CAR ENGINE REVS]

[GHOSTLY MUSIC]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[SCREECHING OF BRAKES]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[PHONE RINGS]

Yes?

Yes, Claire?

I was driving by, and I recognised
the car.

I don't know how it happened.

I don't know how it could have happened.
There are no other cars. There's nothing.

And it's upside down in the middle
of the road.

It's that man, that policeman who was
just at your house.

DeWitt. He's dead.

Carmichael. Any messages?

Oh, yes. Captain DeWitt. What'd he say?

What?

Yeah.

Oh, my God!

What?

Who?

Russell.

All right.

Let me have that number.

John Russell.

The senator's expecting you.

- Still busy?
- Yes.

Where are you going?

- I'll be back in a little while, Mum.
- Claire!

All right. Just what the hell do you want?

You must have some idea.

Otherwise I wouldn't have got
past the door.

Well, I'm a busy man. Make it fast.

The house on Chessman Park.

Your family lived there until 1906.

It's had a history of...
strange happenings.

There's something in that house,
a manifestation.

This afternoon, Captain DeWitt came
to see me,

presumably on your behalf...

so you must have known what's happened,
at least as much as DeWitt could tell you.

The disturbances, the séance,
the bones found in the well.

I tried to talk to you at the airport.

I showed you this.

DeWitt said you'd lost it.

I found it in the grave...

where the child is buried.

There's no logical explanation for
what I'm going to say to you now.

The boy was badly crippled.

I believe he was killed
in an attic room of that house.

I...

I saw what happened.

And I believe it was Richard Carmichael,
your father...

who murdered the boy,
his natural son.

Joseph Carmichael.

Then there was a substitution
from the Sacred Heart Orphanage.

The boy was taken to Europe,

cured miraculously
and returned to inherit an empire.

That changeling was you.

So... that's your story.

Whatever you want to call it.

How much?

My God!

All right, how much do you want for
this farce that you've concocted?

This isn't blackmail.

I've been dealing with vermin
like you for years.

You wait your chance, then you come
in with a story so patently incredible...

Truth terrifies you, doesn't it?

It's the truth.

- It won't be buried.
- Get out.

None of this belongs to you.

Get out of here with your filthy lies.

I should have gone to that dead child.

You suspected something was wrong
all your life.

You're not Joseph Carmichael.

You're the beneficiary of the cruellest
kind of murder. Murder for profit.

No!

My father was not a murderer.

Nobody in this world can say that.

My father was a great man.

He was a loving man.

And for you to come in here
and accuse him of...

How can you?

Damn you!

I will not allow you to slander
his good name.

These documents are on file with the city.

This is a tape of the séance.

There's no copy.

Take it. I've done what I had to do.

I'm sorry.

Russell...

If I find that you've breathed
one word of this...

one word to anyone...

you'll wish you'd never come
into this world.

What was all that shouting about?

Nothing.

Get out.

Leave me alone.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[CLOCK TICKS]

John?

I tried to call...

John?

[LOUD BANGING]

[JOHN] This isn't like me.

John, where are you?

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

[GHOSTLY MUSIC]

[DISTANT VOICE]

John, what are you doing?

John?

[DISTANT VOICE]

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

[DISTANT VOICE]

[DISTANT VOICE]

[DOOR CREAKS]

John?

Please.

I don't want to come up there.

Claire?

John?

[MUSIC BUILDS]

[DOOR CREAKS]

John?

[SHE SCREAMS]

[SHE SCREAMS]

[SHE SCREAMS]

I called you. I called you.

I thought you were here.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

[SOBBING] I thought you were here.

I kept calling you and calling you.

It's OK. Just calm down.

I want you to wait in the car for me.

No, you're not going back in there!

No, please, please, don't!

Claire, Claire. Get a hold of yourself.

Go on. I'll be right back. Don't worry.

Joseph, no!

[WIND WHISTLES]

[WHOOSHING]

[WIND HOWLS]

Father!

My medal!

My medal!

Father, Father!

Father! My medal!

My medal!

My medal!

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

[CHANDELIER JANGLES]

[RHYTHMIC BANGING]

John!

[SHE SCREAMS]

John!

Father! Father!

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

Father...

Father, don't!

Help!

[HE CHOKES]

[BANGING]

[POLICE RADIO]

[SIREN WAILS]

[SIREN WAILS]

[MORE SIRENS]

[MUSIC FADES]

[WIND WHISTLES]

[MUSIC BOX PLAYS]