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(theme music playing)

NARRATOR: Man lives in the sunlit world

of what he believes to be reality.

But... there is,

unseen by most, an underworld.

A place that is just as real

but not as brightly lit.

A dark side.

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(gentle pattering)

WOMAN (faintly): The Florence Bravo house was the scene of...

(door shuts)

It's a very colorful story.

The maid let herself in one morning

and discovered the body of Charles Bravo-- (murmurs)

known ladies' man-- shot to death.

The, uh, the police found

Florence Bravo upstairs on her rocker,

doing some, uh, some needlepoint.

She denied ever hearing the shots

or even knowing where her husband was at the time.

When the police told her that her husband was downstairs,

lying in a pool of blood,

she just smiled and said,

"He's dead, I hope."

So, what happened?

Was she ever brought to trial? I...

Oh, sure, sure.

Everybody knew she was guilty as sin,

but they couldn't prove it.

See, she'd hidden the gun too well.

Oh, you know, there's an old lady down in the village

who still talks about the trial.

Apparently, Florence put on quite a show for the jury.

Some people say she was a feminist,

way ahead of her time, but...

most people say she just...

she just hated men.

David, come look at these moldings.

Yeah.

They're beautiful.

Very nice.

Oh, all the woodwork is original to the house.

Oh, yeah?

Even that woodwork?

Oh, well, these boards can easily be replaced,

or-or covered with wall-to-wall.

It isn't that bad, is it?

I don't know, hon.

Some of it's in pretty rough shape.

That's part of why I like it.

Now, this could be

a bedroom or a study.

It's great.

It's got a great shape, you know?

I think it could be the bedroom.

(chuckles)

Plenty of light.

Oh.

That's wonderful.

I think that rocker's been here a good long time, too.

Why would anybody want

to abandon anything so beautiful?

It is cold in here, isn't it?

Oh, well, one thing you can't do

is shut out the drafts in these older homes.

I don't care.

I love this place.

And I want to live here. David?

Hmm... Now, I admit, it's got a lot of historical value,

and I would love to see some materials

on the history of the place and the mur--

Actually, actually, I am a member

of the Bucks County Historical Society.

So, I-I could dig up everything we have for you.

Well?

Well, if it makes you happy.

Oh.

This is wonderful.

Starting a new beginning.

A new job, a new house.

We've been married 11 years.

A lot gets old and worn- out in that much time.

Emily, I don't think Juliann

needs a lecture on married life.

It's okay to feel good about a new beginning, David.

Like when a snake sheds its old skin,

it just wriggles out and squirms away.

That's how good I feel.

I'm sure you'll be very happy here, Mrs. McCall.

JULIANN: It... it looks like we've got a sale here.

Why don't we go down...

(door shuts)

(creaking)

It's funny how I get so nervous the first day.

You forgetting anything?

No, I don't think so.

Hmm...

Except maybe...

my glasses.

So, what are you going to do today?

Well, I need to pick out the paint for the guest room.

And I really should clean out that fireplace.

"Clean out fireplace."

Oh, I talked to Bill Cunningham in the Art Department.

He said there's a job opening.

Why don't you stop by and introduce yourself?

Oh, I don't know, David.

I-I really have a lot to do around here.

(sighs)

I just don't know if I'm ready yet.

You taking your pills?

Well, maybe I've missed a few.

But I've been feeling so happy lately.

The pills make me think like I'm still sick.

Well, you're not.

You're well. You're 100%.

Just... why don't you keep taking them

until you're well-adjusted here?

And call Bill Cunningham.

(door shuts)

(sighs)

(door shuts in distance)

(sighs)

You're getting old, Emily.

(car starts in distance)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

JULIANN: Is David there?

Who's calling?

I... Oh, Juliann.

I need to speak to your husband.

Oh, um, I can give him a message.

I'll call back.

(line clicks)

(clock ticking)

WOMAN: He's making a fool out of you.

You must stop him.

STEVE: Emily!

Up here!

Two classes of Intro back to back.

It's a new form of torture.

Here I am, being really brilliant,

making this point.

This kid's hand goes up.

I say, "Great. I'm really reaching somebody."

And this kid says, "Dr. McCall,

does this class satisfy a Humanities requirement?"

I wanted to kill him.

So, are there any beautiful coeds in any of your classes?

I was only joking.

I don't think that's anything we ought to joke about.

You had a phone call from Juliann Hanratty today.

Great. She's probably got the stuff from the Bravo murder.

I wouldn't know. She didn't care to speak to me.

I don't think I like your tone.

I don't think I like you getting calls from other women.

Other women?

This is somebody doing research for me.

You are being a royal pain.

You act like I'm the one that cheated on you.

(floorboards creaking)

What's the matter?

I don't know.

I just suddenly felt

dizzy, drained...

like I was gonna pass out.

(sighs)

I'm all right now.

Look, we've just got to forget about the past.

You're going to have to have faith in me.

Okay?

WOMAN: You're a fool if you believe him.

(creaking)

All men cheat.

They think it's their right.

You're not real.

He loves me.

You used to want to spend every minute together making love.

(chuckles) I'm just getting old, okay?

You're gonna have to remind me, that's all.

That's all right, David.

I don't need to be undressed all the time.

I just need to know that you'll always be there for me.

When I had my breakdown,

and you signed me into that hospital,

I know you thought it was the right thing to do.

But it was horrible.

All those poor, lost people...

wandering through the halls...

each one trapped in their own private hell...

Nobody caring about them.

Nobody loved them.

I can't bear to be alone in the world, David.

You're not alone.

You got me.

(creaking)

(distant sigh)

(panting, moaning)

(screams)

(panting)

Emily? (sighs)

Just relax.

(gasping) Easy, easy.

You had a nightmare.

Easy.

Hey. I'm gonna go get your pill.

(exhales)

(panting)

(light switch clicks)

(exhales)

Here, take your pill.

Emily?

Em, it'll make you feel better.

Well, you scared me.

You looked at me like I had two heads.

(panting)

I'm sorry, David.

Yeah, Tuesday's fine.

(chuckles): Yeah. As in three days from today.

10:30 in your office.

Uh, Fairweather's right past Brooks, right?

Great. Thanks a lot.

(laughs)

All right.

All right, you have a good weekend, too.

Yeah. Bye.

Why did you do that?

Because this job is gonna be the best thing in the world for you.

Don't make my decisions for me, okay?

Come on, look at yourself-- you're starting to spend

all your time in this house here.

That was part of the agreement when we bought it, remember?

We were going to fix it up.

I know, but it's like you're afraid to go out.

I am not.

You're shutting yourself in here.

You're daydreaming and polishing knickknacks...

I'm trying to make a home for us, David.

What do you want me to do? Do you want me to be like you?

You want me to go out and make some close friends?

(softly): Stop it.

Hey. You're starting to act like you did before.

Am I, David?

Or are you?

(knocking at door)

(knocking continues)

JULIANN: David! Hi! It's nice to see you! Yeah.

You, too, Juliann. Thanks.

Yeah.

I hope this isn't a bad time for you.

DAVID: No, not at all.

No, no, not at all.

Is it, hon?

JULIANN: Good. Hey, you know,

that is only half the stuff from Philly.

I have a whole other box in the trunk.

DAVID: Oh, that's great. Just incredible stuff.

DAVID: Look, it says here

that Florence Bravo shot her husband three times.

Huh. Guess she wanted to put him out of commission.

(chuckles)

He must have hurt her very badly.

Evidently.

DAVID: Hey...

ladies, look at this.

This is the exact spot

where Charles Bravo bled to death.

Ah, that explains

why the floorboards were replaced.

Ooh, I wonder where she hid that gun.

(Juliann groans)

(groans)

DAVID: Are you all right?

(sighing): I don't... know.

Come on, I'll take you outside, get some air.

(door shuts)

FLORENCE: Emily?

When they're alone, he makes love to her.

I won't allow filth and lewdness here.

Pay him back, Emily.

(clock ticking)

Good luck on your interview, hmm?

(door creaks)

(clock ticking, birds chirping)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(ticking continues)

(birds continue chirping)

(heaves a sigh)

(ticking continues)

(rhythmic creaking)

FLORENCE: Emily...

What are you doing here?

(chair creaking)

I'm here to help you.

David loves me.

You're not real.

You'll see that you must kill him,

as I killed the man who betrayed me.

(footsteps)

Of course I was guilty...

...in some sense of the word.

He never knew what was coming.

He was standing right here.

The first shot went through his hand and into his chest.

He ran downstairs like a madman.

I shot again.

He continued to run.

I caught up with him in the parlor,

and I put the gun to his head.

(bullet clacks into chamber)

He was the guilty one, don't you see?

Guilty of the crimes all men commit against their wives.

They marry us and put us in a wallpapered prison.

Then they find whores to share their beds with.

And the miserable, cramped, empty life they leave us

is cut down even smaller.

(barrel clicks)

I was justified in killing him.

For the life he took

from me...

he owed me his life.

(door opens) DAVID: Here.

Let me get that for you. (door closes)

(rhythmic creaking)

FLORENCE: He's making a fool out of you.

JULIANN: Is Emily around?

DAVID: No, no, she won't be back for at least an hour.

(clock ticking)

JULIANN (chuckles): Well, David, does she know?

DAVID: No, I haven't had

the nerve to bring it up.

Look, I don't want to upset her any more than she already is,

but I'm feeling trapped here;

it's not working out.

We've got to leave.

JULIANN: Oh, David, don't fight your feelings.

You'll never be happy if you do.

Hey, but if-if you decide to sell the house now,

I just... I don't see how you'll break even.

You'll never recoup the closing costs.

(laughs): Money is the least of my worries.

This house was a bad idea.

There's just too much history here

for her imagination to play with.

She's starting to brood,

isolate herself.

I want to get her with people,

activities, you know?

Well... look, David,

I... I think I have just the answer.

You know, um, County Realty handles all the faculty housing.

That way, you'll... you'll be right next door

to other professors and their wives.

(sobbing) (floorboards creaking)

FLORENCE: Don't cry, Emily.

You must stop him.

(creaking continues)

Em?

What are you doing here?

You-You're supposed to have a meeting with Bill Cunningham.

Did your whore leave?

What?

Em...

(gunshot)

(grunting)

You owe me this, David...

for the life you tried to take away.

Emily, no.

You wanted to run away with her and leave me alone.

(gunshot)

(panting)

FLORENCE: Shoot him, Emily.

He's an evil man.

Pull the trigger, Emily.

(gunshot)

(creaking)

(murmured conversation)

NARRATOR: The dark side is always there.

Waiting for us to enter.

Waiting to enter us.

Until next time, try to enjoy the daylight.