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- Ivy! - Hi, mom.

Hi, sweetheart.

Hey, mom, two tests again, both in math.

And they popped one on us. Can you believe it?

You're kidding? No warning at all?

No, they didn't.

Come on, sweetie.

Hello, George.

No, Paris. Well, at least that's what Jennifer told Peter.

Er... by the way, dear Jill o'Connor says she's started to... you know what.

No, what?

- Menstruate. - Oh...

And she's only nine. Mom, do you believe it?

No, I think she's a fibber.

- She's a liar. - I didn't say that.

Girls like Jill just like to fantasize.

- Hey, how about a coke? - I'll have it later.

Okay.

Oh, Ivy, don't forget to hang your coat on a chair.

Oh, alright.

- Come on, open up. - Bill...

Oh!

Hey, what is it? You're shaking, babe.

Oh, it's just the weather. You're home early.

Yeah.

Well, I'll get a glass chilling for your Martini.

- Oh, don't mention that word, please. - Another one of those days?

- Yeah, another one of those lunches. - Oh...

- I gotta lie down, Janice. - You've got an hour.

Carole and Russ are coming for dinner with their aunt from Cleveland.

- Oh, shit. - I'm sorry.

No, no, no.

- Hiya, Princess. - Hi, daddy.

- I found out. - What?

Mom...

- Mom likes cameras, right? - Right.

Well, I was walking with her past this camera store

and I saw her looking at this real long lens.

It's so neat. It's got all these little dinkies on it.

- Little dinkies like that. - Yeah?

When can we buy it?

Well, it's an awful long way to Christmas, honey.

Yeah.

But you know, your birthday's next week. Have you made up your mind yet?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

I'm not gonna tell you.

- Oh... alright. - Surprise me.

The hotel des artistes, built by artistes for artistes.

What the hell are we doing here?

Well, I don't know about you, but I have hidden depths.

Mezzo, mezzo.

Excuse me.

We've got to go, bill. Come along, aunt.

Ivy? Ivy.

Ivy. Sweetheart.

It's mommy.

- Oh, mom, it was awful. - What was awful?

I don't know.

I can't remember.

Well, it was just a dream.

- Yeah, a dream. - Mm-hmm.

- Mom, I don't feel well. - Oh.

- You don't seem to have a fever. - Darn.

But I think we'll keep you home from school tomorrow anyway.

I love you.

Oh, I love you too.

Bill?

Something strange happened today. There was a man outside school.

Bill?

'He has reddish-brown hair, pale blue eyes, he's about... 5'8 ", 5'9".

'A beard, a rather full beard.

'He's got kind of a weird, spaced-out look about him.'

'Well, when did you first notice him?'

'A couple of weeks ago. I spotted him on the bus. I was going home.

'He looked rather familiar to me, like I'd seen him somewhere before.

'The next day, there he was in the elevator where I work.'

where's that?

386 Madison Avenue. I'm a partner in Simmons Templeton advertising.

- Well, maybe he works there too. - No.

'Now I see him every morning when I take my daughter to school.'

'Has this person ever battered you?'

'Battered me?'

has he come into purposeful bodily contact with you?

I mean, has he hit you? Has he pushed you?

No, nothing like that.

Well, unless there's evidence of assault and battery,

there's very little we can do here.

What do I do? I mean... do I shove him, do I push him, provoke him?

Get the son of a bitch to hit me?

Look, what does it take to get you guys to do something?

Look, Mr. Templeton, I'm sorry,

but there's no law that says that people can't be on the city streets

wherever and whenever they like to be.

- I got one. - Okay.

Look, mom, "slaughter".

- Oh! That's good. - Thirteen.

You write it down. And no peeking at my pieces.

Alright.

Hello?

- Hello? - 'Is she alright?'

bill?

'I didn't see Ivy at school this morning. Is she all right?'

- $8.89, 90. Ten. Thank you. - Thank you.

You've gotta give me another ten.

What do you mean, another ten? You gave me a $10 bill.

- No, I gave you $20. - You just gave me a ten, lady. Look.

Mister... mister, I only had a $20 bill in my wallet.

You probably misread the bill. Can you see the register?

- I don't care about the register... - Hey. What's the matter with you?

It's so beautiful.

It's fantastic. I love it.

- Thank you. - Hey. What?

- Oh, I love it. - Huh?

What's so fantastic?

Well, now. Where did you find this?

On top of the worktops, where you put it.

- What's going on? - Daddy bought me a purse.

I found the package in the groceries with my name on it.

- Oh, it's gorgeous, bill. - Yeah.

It's the first grown-up present I've ever gotten.

And the colors are just like the paintings in the ceiling. I love it.

- You didn't buy the purse. - No.

He did. That man.

- How long have you known about him? - Oh, my god, bill. It's Ivy he's after.

- Why do you say that? - Well, the way he looks at her.

And this morning he called just to see how she was.

And now the purse.

Oh, bill, please, let's call the police.

I went to them already.

Honey, there's nothing they can do unless he draws blood.

- Morning. - Morning, Mrs. Templeton.

It's a clipping from "who's who".

Hoover, Elliot suggens. Phd. Metallurgist.

Born London, england. Educated king's college, university of London,

Massachusetts institute of technology.

Wife, Sylvia flora. Daughter, Audrey Rose.

Vice president, unified steel corporation, Pittsburgh. Writer. Lecturer.

- Published numerous articles. - Take it to the police.

It's not enough.

All it is is a couple of facts about his life. We can't even prove that he sent it.

Well, then what are we going to do?

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. The next time I see this son of a bitch,

I'm gonna grab him and find out what it's all about.

- Bill, be very careful. - Honey, you be careful.

If he bothers you at school today, just call a cop.

Okay.

Alright, take it easy or I'll run you both in.

The ambulance is gonna be here soon, ma'am.

But don't worry, you're gonna be alright. I've got your bag, you're gonna be alright.

Come on, keep moving. Give her some air. Come on.

- Move! - Oh, my god, Ivy! What time is it?

- 3:20. - I have to go.

- No, no... take it easy. - I have to go. I have to get my daughter.

I have to go!

Ivy is at home, Mrs. Templeton. I helped her across the street.

She's waiting in the lobby for you.

Here, you dropped your purse on the sidewalk.

We must talk. I'm certain now. Please.

Who are you? What do you want?

Tell your husband I'll phone him this evening. Please.

You wait right here, young lady.

You are never, never, to leave school without me. Do you understand me?

Under no circumstances are you to go away with strangers.

You sit in that school office,

and if you have to, you just wait and you wait and you wait.

- Do you understand me, Ivy? - Mommy, you're hurting me.

Oh... honey!

Ivy... I'm sorry.

'Mr. Templeton?'

what is it you want? Why are you bothering us?

'My name is Elliot hoover.

'Look, I must see you and your wife. It's very important.

'Er... we could meet... we could meet around the corner at severino's restaurant.

'It's quiet there.'

that's impossible. We can't leave our child alone.

'Well, Carole rothman might be willing to sit with Ivy for an hour or so, surely?

- 'Mr. Templeton?' - I'll see.

'Let's say 9:30. If that's convenient, of course.'

I'll see.

Call the police.

Not until I find out what the hell this is all about, babe.

Mr. Templeton!

Mrs. Templeton.

Well, it's very quiet in here. I, er... I've reserved a table.

Look, I want to thank you both very much for seeing me.

Good evening, Maria.

Good evening. Would you like something, Mrs. Templeton?

- Well, not for me, thank you. - Scotch, Maria.

Ah, yes, I'll have tea. Do you have any Chinese gunpowder?

I'll see if we have some.

For the past two weeks a man with a beard has been bugging my family.

Is that man you?

Yes, er...

I apologize for that.

But, er... all the subterfuge, the disguise, were absolutely necessary

before this meeting could take place.

- I had to be sure. - Of what?

Well, things had to be right before we met.

Let me explain.

It's taken me a very long time, seven years, in fact,

seven years of travel, investigation and study,

calling for a total reconditioning of all my spiritual and...

What the hell are you talking about?

I'll try and make things as clear as I'm able to, Mr. Templeton.

But first there are some things you must know.

Some very complex things.

So I'll begin at the beginning.

Eleven years ago, I was a very happy man.

I had a family.

A wonderful wife and a lovely daughter.

My daughter's name was Audrey Rose.

She was five when she died.

Everything that was good seemed to shine from her eyes, you know?

Anyway, there was an automobile accident and...

It happened just outside Pittsburgh.

There was a storm and their carjust went off the road.

It was very quick, very sudden.

Thank you.

Naturally, the loss of my wife and my daughter was quite unbearable.

I don't know how I existed.

One day I had this distinct feeling that Audrey Rose was near me.

We didn't have any Chinese gunpowder, sir, so I brought you formosa oolong.

- Oh, that's fine. Thank you. - Thank you, Maria.

I still don't understand what you're saying and why you're saying it to us.

Alright.

About a year after the accident, a friend took me to a dinner party.

One of the guests was a psychic, a clairvoyant.

She told me everything I had done since I was a boy,

and then she began to talk about my daughter, Audrey Rose,

describing her as if she were alive.

I asked her to stop, but she wouldn't, and, er...

I remember! Began to cry,

because I couldn't help it,

and she leaned over and she asked me why I was crying.

So I told her that my wife and my daughter were dead.

But she said no.

No, my wife was at peace,

but my daughter was alive.

Anyway, I thought it was a poorjoke.

I couldn't believe that anybody could be that cruel.

And then a few months later I happened to be here in New York City

on a business trip.

And one night I was passing the town hall

and I saw advertised on the marquee outside,

"Eric Lloyd, clairvoyant."

Anyway, after the, er... after the lecture, or the demonstration, or whatever,

I went back and saw Mr. Lloyd in his dressing room

and, like the woman at the party, he told me very accurate things.

Very accurate things indeed.

Things about my daughter, Audrey Rose.

Again, describing her as if she were alive,

but this time giving me details of the home she lived in.

It was in an apartment here in New York City

that had a lovely ceiling with classic paintings set into it.

And even the room in which she slept,

'with the yellow and white curtains.

'The matching canopy bed.

'The, er... the giant panda and the aquarium in the corner.

'She had come back, he said.'

Audrey Rose had come back...

I'm sorry.

I'm terribly sorry.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Templeton, this must be a shock to you.

Mr. Hoover, I can understand

what a blow your daughter's death must've been to you,

how hard it was for you to accept.

But... what you're saying now... You're saying reincarnation?

I mean, is that what you're saying?

There's no mistake, Mr. Templeton.

The very moment I saw Ivy, I could recognize

all the subtle qualities that once belonged to Audrey Rose.

- Mr. Hoover, you can believe what you want... - Mr. Templeton?

But please don't involve my family.

- You're wanted on the phone. - Excuse me.

- Mrs. Templeton, can we talk? - No, excuse me. I have to go see...

Alright, Carole, we'll be right up.

- What is it? - Ivy.

- Ivy? What's the matter? - I don't know.

- Mr. Templeton, we haven't finished. - Yes, Mr. Hoover, we have finished.

We have listened to your story. We're very sorry for you.

But I want you to leave us alone. Now, don't follow us and don't phone us.

Your problem is not our problem.

Sweetie. Ivy.

- Ivy... - Daddy... daddy...

- He's here, sweetie. - Daddy... daddy...

- He's here. - Daddy... oh, daddy...

Daddy... daddy...

Shh... wake up, honey.

Shh... hi.

Hi, sweetheart.

Hi, daddy. What are you doing here?

I just came to kiss my Princess good night.

- I'm glad you're here. - I'll always be here, darling.

It's all right, darling. Do call. I'll be home all morning.

Okay. Good night.

Oh, bill, those nightmares twice in one week.

Oh, honey, come on. Don't panic, babe.

You know the pattern. They come and they go.

Take her to see Dr. Kaplan tomorrow, huh?

Okay.

- What about Elliot hoover? - Oh, honey, he's a fanatic, a weirdo.

The city's full of 'em.

- What if he isn't? - You believe his story?

Well, he believes it, that's the point.

He sincerely believes everything he's saying.

I know it's crazy, but... but there's something about the way he looked.

- Heavens. - Don't worry.

- Hello? - 'Mr. Templeton? It's Elliot hoover.'

look, hoover, I've had enough of you for one evening.

Now, leave us alone or I'll take steps to see that you do. Do you understand that?

I don't know if he's an extortionist,

or a nut, as you say, or a man who believes this to be so.

We're talking about an area that a lot of people don't know anything about.

You know, when I was a boy, every shabbos after the supper,

we used to sit around the table and listen to my grandfather

tell stories about the dybbuk,

an evil spirit who could come and invade bodies.

What's that got to do with this?

Simply that every religion has its mysteries.

- Oh, come on, Russ. - Okay, scoff.

But on Friday nights, when the candles were lit

and my grandfather spoke of the dybbuk, he scared the hell out of us.

I have a question. Did this hoover make any demands upon you?

No. No, but there's not saying he won't.

Russ, we are being primed for some kind of a shakedown.

- Is it possible to contact him? - It's impossible to avoid him!

- He's been calling the office all morning. - Good. I want you to invite him to your home.

Are you crazy? I not gonna let that lunatic into my house.

Bill, I'm your lawyer. I need to know what he's all about, what he's after.

Extortion. Blackmail. Ivy.

You sit him down and drag this out very specifically from him.

I'll write out the questions, you memorize them and ask them.

And bill, I'll be there. I'll be your witness.

It's incredible. It's absolutely incredible.

You know, it's exactly as Eric Lloyd described it.

Ceiling paintings.

Oh, my...

The huge windows, yeah.

And the carved fireplace.

It's unbelievable.

Would you have a seat, please, Mr. Hoover?

Certainly.

You said that a couple of psychics told you your daughter had come back to life.

- Is that right? - Yes, that is correct.

Do you know the present whereabouts of these two psychics?

No, er... you see, I never did know the woman's name,

and Eric Lloyd died three years ago.

Well, that's too bad.

So there's nobody around who could remember having said this to you?

Well, why didn't you contact us backthen?

Well, at the time, Mr. Templeton, to be quite honest,

I was a scoffer and a disbeliever, as you are now.

I must admit, it took me many years of seeking and searching

in order to be convinced of the truth.

You see, Mrs. Templeton, iwent to India,

where I learned of a way of life that was totally alien to mine.

But in time, with the help and the wisdom of simple people,

I came to know the reality of their religious convictions

and to know the truth of reincarnation.

Mr. Hoover, there are over 12 million people in this city.

Now, how did we become the beneficiaries of your search?

Well, now, that was a process of elimination.

According to Eric Lloyd, she lived somewhere in New York City

in a lovely apartment exactly like this one.

And, er... her age would now be eleven.

Let me put it this way, Mr. and Mrs. Templeton.

Audrey Rose died October 3rd, 1965.

- That's Ivy's birthday. - Yeah...

Audrey Rose died at approximately 8:20 in the morning.

Ivy was born at 8:22.

So, er... just like that, huh?

Dead one minute, back to life the next. Don't you think that's a little unusual?

No, not really, er...

You see, there are many schools of thought

as to the precise moment that the soul unites with the body, Mr. Templeton.

In Tibet, for example, it is generally believed

that the Dalai Lama is reincarnated at the very instant of his death.

Well, what is it you want?

Nothing more nor less than you and your good wife are prepared to give me.

Well, what the hell is that supposed to mean?

Well, I'd just like the chance to see Ivy occasionally,

to watch her grow, and to be of help if needed.

She would never have to know about Audrey Rose.

Daddy, daddy! Help me, daddy!

Oh, my god.

Don't shock her, honey. Remember what the doctor said.

Ivy! Ivy!

Oh, my god! Bill, do something!

- Bill, she doesn't hear us. - Ivy... sweetheart...

Ivy, baby, it's mommy and daddy. Honey, wake up.

Ivy? Ivy!

Help me, daddy...

Daddy...

- Ivy... sweetheart. - Oh, Ivy...

Ivy! Ivy!

Oh, Ivy... Oh, bill, be careful.

- Ivy, honey... - Ivy... oh, my god.

Baby. Bill, be careful with her.

Oh, my god.

- Be careful, bill. - Ivy!

Ivy, it's daddy, baby. Wake up. Ivy? Ivy?

Audrey Rose!

Audrey... Audrey Rose...

Audrey...

Audrey... Audrey Rose...

Audrey! Audrey! Audrey Rose! Audrey Rose...

Audrey, Audrey... Audrey, it's me, it's daddy.

Audrey, Audrey... Audrey Rose... Audrey, Audrey, Audrey...

It's me, it's daddy. It's daddy, it's me. It's daddy.

It's daddy, it's here. It's daddy, Audrey. Audrey, it's daddy, it's me.

It's dada. Dada.

Come on, darling. Come on, it's me.

- Dada... daddy? - It's daddy.

It's daddy. Yes, it's daddy. Come on, honey.

Yes, come on. Come on, it's alright.

It's dada, daddy. That's it, come on, it's daddy.

It's alright. It's fine, it's daddy. Come on.

Come on, come on. It's daddy, it's dada.

- Yes, come on. Come on, darling. - Daddy?

It's gonna be alright. Yeah, it's me.

It's daddy. It's dada. Yeah, it's alright.

Audrey Rose... Audrey Rose...

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Templeton, Mrs. Templeton...

You see...

Sorry. You see, it was the accident.

There was a fire. The car windows were closed...

The car windows were closed and she couldn't get out.

She couldn't get out of the car and I'm told it lasted for several minutes.

Forgive me.

The windows were closed. She couldn't...

Sorry.

My god. I had no idea this was happening.

- I think she'll be alright now. - You bastard!

Bill, that's enough, alright?

Damn you, hoover! Damn you!

You better get out of here.

Damn you, hoover!

- Get going. - I'm sorry. Please.

Alright, I'll go. I'll go.

- Get out, get going! - Oh, my god.

Bill.

- Bill. - Honey.

Oh, honey.

It was the radiator. She burned them on the radiator, honey. Call Dr. Kaplan.

Right.

- Dad... daddy? - Yes, Princess, daddy's here, honey.

Daddy's here.

- Hey... get some sleep. - He's crazy. He's crazy, isn't he?

You just relax. I'll go to court tomorrow and get an injunction.

We'll put a stop to this.

Russ, thanks.

What is going on? What's happening to Ivy?

She had a nightmare, honey. She's had them before.

Yes, and always around her birthday.

Two years ago they happened in October.

And when she was six, remember, they happened at exactly the same time.

Janice, please!

- How did she burn her hands? - On the radiator.

The radiator was nowhere near the window.

What are you building, Janice? What on earth do you think you saw?

The room was dark. It was confusing and chaotic in there.

I saw her burn her hands on a cold window.

You think you saw that. You only think you saw that.

Russ saw it too. I could tell by the look on his face.

Honey, it didn't happen.

Bill, she burned her hands on a cold window.

Janice.

Honey, please listen to me.

What you're building here is not for me. I can't accept it, I don't believe it.

When I die, it's gonna be the end of me.

- No. - No wings, no harps, no pitchforks.

Nothing. It's done, it's the end, it's finished.

I don't see myself floating around some maternity ward

waiting to sneak into the body of some poor unsuspecting infant.

I think he'd resent it and I'd feel very horrified.

Don't laugh, Janice. I'm not kidding.

- 'Janice?' - Oh, bill.

Look, darling, I'm gonna be delayed here. I'm locked up with a client.

Will you be home for dinner?

'No, no, it's the full treatment. It could be late.

- 'How's Ivy?' - Okay.

Dr. Kaplan just left. He redressed her hands.

Did he say anything about it?

'Yes, he thinks we should take her to a psychiatrist.'

okay. Any calls?

'Good.

'Look, I'll be homejust as soon as I can break away from this damn thing, alright?'

- okay. - Okay, bye, honey.

What's that for?

Oh, there's a draught coming through the panes. Ow! Damn screen.

Watch your language, mother. There are children present.

- That's the house phone. - Thank you very much!

Hello?

'There's a Mr. Hoover on the line, Mrs. Templeton.'

- tell him I'm not at home. - 'Yes, ma'am.'

- 'Dr. Kaplan's service.' - Yes, Dr. Kaplan, please.

- 'Name?' - this is Mrs. Templeton. Where is he?

- Dr. Kaplan? - 'Mrs. Templeton?

'There's a Mr. Hoover down here in the lobby.'

- send him up. - Daddy! Daddy!

Daddy! Daddy!

- Hurry, please. - Daddy!

Daddy! Daddy!

Daddy... daddy!

Audrey Rose. Audrey Rose.

Audrey Rose.

- Audrey... Audrey... Audrey Rose. - Daddy...

Audrey... Audrey... Audrey...

It's daddy. It's daddy.

It's daddy. It's daddy. Hey, Audrey.

It's daddy. It's daddy. Hey.

It's daddy. Come on, it's daddy. It's daddy. Dada. Yeah.

It's daddy. It's your daddy. It's dada. Dada.

- Dada. - Daddy?

Yes, come on.

Audrey, come on. Yeah, it's daddy. Come on. Come on, honey.

Alright. Alright. It's alright, shh...

It's okay, it's alright. Yes.

It's alright. It's alright.

It's alright. It's alright. It's daddy, honey.

Yes, it's alright.

- Daddy... - Shh, it's alright. It's daddy. I'm here.

Shh, shh, shh...

Shh...

Oh, my god, I am heartily sorry for having offended thee

and I detest all my sins because I dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell,

but most of all because they offend thee, my god,

who art all good and deserving of all my love.

I firmly resolve now, with the help of thy grace,

to confess my sins, to do penance, and to amend my life. Amen.

Mea culpa. Mea culpa.

Mea maxima culpa.

Mrs. Templeton.

Come on.

Let me help you.

It's alright, it's alright.

Why don't you sit down? Sit down. Try and relax.

This might sting a little.

Mrs. Templeton.

Please try and understand,

and believe me, I know you don't take the responsibilities of your child lightly,

but you know that we are dealing here with something else,

something far greater than your daughter's physical being or physical welfare.

We're dealing with a soul that is indestructible

and yet it is struggling to get free because it is in terrible pain and torment,

a pain and torment as real and tangible as the actual physical terror

expenenced by my own daughter Audrey Rose

at the very moment her body was consumed and destroyed

by that terrible fire of eleven years ago.

It's... just... a... nightmare.

Come on, Mrs. Templeton, please.

Listen, your daughter is in mortal danger. Do you know that?

She could possibly die if you don't listen to what I'm telling you.

Now, try to understand.

As long as a soul is unprepared to accept the laws and responsibilities of its Karma,

it cannot exist in this earth life, it cannot exist on this earth plane. It has to go back.

I don't understand a word you are saying.

Well, it's quite simple, Mrs. Templeton.

My daughter's soul returned too soon.

Wait a minute. What do you mean, your daughter?

Her soul? This is my daughter we're talking about, my child.

- It's alright, you don't understand. - I don't want to understand.

Why, you... You are crazy. You're nuts.

My husband said so and I want you out of here.

- It's just your fear talking, Mrs. Templeton. - No, it isn't. It is me talking.

And I am telling you that my daughter is not possessed.

I'm not talking about possession, I'm talking about reincarnation.

- Please listen to me. Come here, please. - No! No!

What's the matter with you?

I'm not gonna hurt you. Look at me.

What is it you really fear, eh?

Please listen to me.

Two people, two strangers, came into my life and changed it.

Eric Lloyd was one of them.

He told me a story that was so incredible it took complete hold of me

and made my heart search for the very truth of existence itself.

If you like, alright, I know, it sounds bizarre.

But I went to India, where I found a way of life that was indescribable.

I found brutalizing poverty, starvation, death, pestilence.

But I also found something else.

With all the misery and suffering that those people had to face,

there was still a great spiritual peace and joy in their lives

because they believe... They believe that this life is not the end.

Life and death are not the end.

And I believe that now without a shadow of doubt.

This life, the end? No.

This is one act in a vast cosmic drama, that's all.

Oh, yes, our bodies die, our aged vessels crack,

releasing the ensnared soul yet again on its vastjourney homewards,

through many lifetimes, many lifetimes, improving with each new life.

Not only do I believe this beyond a shadow of doubt, Mrs. Templeton,

but 700 million other people also believe it.

Please.

Please, won't you open your heart

and try at least to understand what I'm telling you?

Please. Please say you will try.

Please.

What is it you want from me?

I want your trust and your help. That's all I want.

The soul of a child is crying out for help

and we must form a bond, a bond so tight, so filled with all the love that you have,

all the love that I have, that we can mend her.

Mend her soul?

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Together we can try.

I... I just want to be close to her, to pray for her,

to do good for her, that's all I want.

You see, Audrey Rose was only five when she died.

In her brief time on earth,

she was just coming to an awareness of the spiritual beauties of life.

I believe that if god is willing, only if god is willing,

that we can bring her soul back to that awareness.

But I need your help in this.

Look.

We are both a part of this child, Mrs. Templeton.

We both had to do with the making of her.

You and I.

Now, don't turn your back on me now.

Because if you do, you turn your back on Ivy.

Hello?

'This is Dr. Kaplan, Janice. You called me?'

oh, yes, Dr. Kaplan, I did.

- 'What seems to be the matter?' - No, no, nothing is the matter.

I'll call you in the morning.

- 'I'll be at home if you should need me.' - Yes.

- 'Okay?' - fine.

- 'Good night.' - Goodbye.

Try and get some sleep.

We'll talk again tomorrow.

Good night.

Thank you.

You let him in, Janice. You let him in. Why?

- Ivy went crazy, bill. I needed help. - Help?

Well, why didn't you call the office

and find out where I'd taken the client, for Christ's sake, huh?

Or call the elevator man or Russ.

Why in the world did you let somebody like that in here?

Bill, Ivy went crazy. She was hurting herself and he was there.

What are you talking about, he was there? He's a nut.

He was in the building, and he helped her before.

A nut, that's what he is.

He's some kind of a magician. He's got you hypnotized.

He's taken you in and you let him.

Sure I let him. You saw the living room... The furniture overturned, the curtain torn.

What do you think did that, a cyclone? Our daughter did that. Ivy.

She was out of control, she was crazy, she was hurting herself,

and I couldn't stop her.

You're crazy. He's gotten you crazy, Janice.

That's right, yes. He also scares me and he panics me.

But he comes in here and he calls her that name and she hears him.

She listens and goes to him, and just falls asleep in his arms.

- Bullshit! - Don't you ever say that to me.

Don't you ever speak to me that way again. Where were you when I needed you?

Out drinking with some goddamn client.

- Stop it, Janice. - Don't you... don't you touch me.

Stay away from me.

You saw her hands. Why did that happen, bill?

Why does she scream and cry and yell?

Do you think what's happening to her is normal, for god's sake?

No, it's not normal. Honey, she is sick.

- Baby, we're gonna get help for her. - He was here. He took care of her.

We'll take her to see the psychiatrist.

- We're gonna find out what's wrong with her. - He was here and you weren't.

Oh, baby, honey, I'll be here, from now on I'll be here.

Look, I'll take time off, whatever time is necessary.

Baby, I'll be with you and Ivy. Honey, I'll be with both of you. I love you.

I love my family very much, honey.

- Here, let's try one more. - Okay.

Mom.

Look, no hands.

If I... if! Burned them on the radiator going to the bathroom,

how come I didn't wake up?

Well, because we put ointment on them very quickly and burns only hurt later on.

Oh, yeah, like-like the time I got sunburnt on the beach last summer.

It took hours to hurt.

My birthday's tomorrow. Did you pick something nice for me?

Yep, it's all picked, wrapped, ribboned and waiting to be opened.

Right now, how about picking up a pizza and going home?

- With cream soda? - The works.

Mom, let's go home. Come on, mom, I'm hungry.

- Let's go home. We're gonna buy a pizza. - Come on, honey.

Ivy!

Damn it. Ivy! Ivy!

Janice, help me. Ivy!

It's kaplan, honey. Stay with her. Stay with her.

Ivy. Ivy.

- Ah, Mr. Templeton. - How the hell did you get up here?

Please let me explain. Please, Mr. Templeton!

Come on. Please. I'm sorry.

- I'll kill you, you son of a... - Please. Please.

Please, Mr...

Hurry, call the police.

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Audrey Rose! Audrey, I'm coming.

Bill!

Oh, my god. Bill, the door. The door.

Somebody get a cop. The son of a bitch has got my kid.

They're on the way.

- Open the door, you son of a bitch. - Bill!

Will somebody ring for the elevator and get a pass key?

Come on, the guy's a kook, he's a psycho. Will you hurry?

Bill. Bill, it's alright. He won't hurt her.

Will you keep out of this? I've had enough of this bullshit. Hoover!

Dominick, bring me the pass key, come on.

Open up. Hurry.

Hooven

hooven

- hoover! - What's the trouble?

A man is in my house with my child, officer. He assaulted me and he's locked us out.

- Do you know this man? - His name is Elliot hoover.

Wait, wait, wait, the service entrance. Of course.

My god, he's taken her. Hoover!

- Stand back here. - Hoover!

Hooven

They're gone.

He's kidnapped Ivy.

Just today, Mr. Hoover sublet a suite on the eighth floor. Number 802.

This way. Come on.

Hooven

we'll handle this, sir.

Mr. Hoover, I'm a police officer. Open the door.

Mr. Hoover, I will ask you once again to open the door.

- No. - Open the door, you bastard.

That will do, sir.

Mr. Hoover, please open the door.

No. There has been enough insanity for one night.

Is there a child on your premises?

Yes. She's sleeping peacefully.

Does this child belong to this person?

- No, she's mine. - He has no child.

He's a nut. Now break it down.

Mr. Hoover, I will give you 30 seconds to open the door.

Daddy?

My name is Michael noonan.

Police officer first class, badge number 1433.

You're under arrest on suspicion of the felony of kidnapping.

You have the right to remain silent, the right to legal counsel.

If you give up these rights, anything you say

can and will be used against you in a court of law.

Do you understand these rights?

'There is nothing more I can do

'than to ask you to just listen to your own heartbeat.

'Just feel what you're feeling right now.

'Think what you're thinking right now.

'You're watching me here working, trying to convince you of things

'that you don't care about, you don't believe.

'But I'm telling you there are lives at stake all over right now

'and I tell you from the bottom of my heart this child lives.'

she lives!

Audrey Rose lives!

Her soul has crossed over

that veil of darkness into a new earth life

and now resides in the body of the child who is called Ivy Templeton.

'And so, four months after his arrest,

'and after five hard weeks ofjury selection

'and the presentation of the prosecution's case,

'the defense of Elliot hoover finally gets undennay.

'Among the first witnesses will be gupta pradesh,

'the holy man from benares, India, the maharishi,

'whose task it will be to convince twelve American jurors

'of the truth of reincarnation,

'which will form the basis of the defense's case,

'a case unique in the annals of anglo-Saxon jurisprudence,

'a case that has riveted the attention of the entire world.'

many of you look upon death as the ending to life,

a leap into an eternal nothingness from which there is no return.

Because of this, you are filled with dread and despair,

even rage, at the injustice of death.

We, in India, are not afraid of death.

Our bodies, because they are material, can die,

but the soul, which is spirit, can never die.

That is the difference between matter and spirit.

In India, our belief in reincarnation

inspires us to love all people.

For in the course of our numerous rebirths,

we have been parents, children and friends to one another.

For us, death is not the end to life,

but a momentary separation, a fragile respite in the astral cosmos,

'where the soul must wait

'and through meditation seek to clothe itself in the higher spiritual garments

'before attempting rebirth in the next earth life.

'Now, please understand me.

'When a person dies in my country and we set flame to the body

'and watch as it is consumed,

'we do not grieve for the body that is lost, for the bhagavad-gita assures us

'that as a man casts off worn-out garments and takes new ones,

'so the soul casts off old bodies and enters into others that are new,

'and so our minds are freed from the fear of death

'and we are able to live each earth life in a spiritually productive manner,

'for we are certain that the end is good and all are blessed,

'even to the final atom in the scale of being.'

J“ alleluia, alleluia

j“ alleluia

j“ alleluia j“

freak!

We found it on one of the girls

and now it's all over the school.

In spite of everything we tried to do to shield Ivy, we failed.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Templeton. Ivy seems to love it here so.

Her nightmares have lessened and she's been so happy.

Until this.

Will you speak with Ivy and explain to her the truth of the matter?

She doesn't understand and is frightened.

Yes, of course I will. May I keep her with me overnight at the motel?

Certainly.

- Then I am a freak. The girls are right. - No.

No, no, Ivy, it does not mean that you are a freak.

Now, let me see.

Well, you see, this man, he's a very lonely man.

And he sees something in you that reminds him of his daughter,

who he loved very much, but he lost her.

But you can't believe that. There's no way.

It's just not possible.

Well, is it possible or not?

Ivy.

Mr. Hoover seems to think so.

But it-it...

It can't be true. I'm my own self and I'm not somebody else.

- No wonder the girls are being so mean. - Oh, Ivy.

I'm so sorry about all of this.

Listen, I'm taking you home with me.

But Sylvester will be crowned day after tomorrow.

Can't I stay for that at least?

We've all worked so hard on him.

Well...

You want to?

Okay.

I love you.

And yet it'd be really wonderful, wouldn't it, mom?

It'd be fantastic.

What would be fantastic, babe?

To live for ever and ever and never die.

Wouldn't it be wonderful, mom?

Yeah.

Yep, it would be wonderful. It'd be really terrific.

Mm-hmm.

- I love you. - I love you too, baby.

Audrey Rose.

Audrey... hey, Audrey.

Audrey Rose. Audrey Rose.

Hey, Audrey Rose.

Audrey.

Audrey Rose.

Audrey.

Audrey Rose.

Audrey Rose.

Hey, Audrey.

Audrey.

Audrey Rose.

Hey, Audrey.

Audrey.

Audrey.

Call Janice Templeton. She knows the truth.

She knows in her heart that I'm her only hope, if her child is to live.

So, please, do as I say and put her on the stand.

Her aim is to put you in jail, Mr. Hoover.

Quiet in the courtroom. Rise, please.

Be seated.

Mr. Mack, call your next witness.

The defense calls Mary Lou sides.

Do you solemnly swear that the testimony you may give

in the case now appearing before this court

shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you god?

I do.

Eleven years ago, miss sides, 1965, October 3rd,

you were driving on the Pennsylvania turnpike.

- Is that correct? Yes.

And you were involved in an accident with another car.

Yes.

An accident that left you paralyzed.

Yes.

Who was in the other car?

A woman named Sylvia flora hoover.

And her daughter...

Audrey Rose.

Now, miss sides, I want you to tell the jury exactly what happened that morning,

as you saw it.

I was on my way to work, travelling east.

And it was storming.

Sheets of rain and hail.

I couldn't see.

I tried to slow the car down, but it began to skid.

I tried to control the car, but I... I couldn't, the wheel just twisted around in my hand.

And then there was this car coming toward me.

And we hit each other.

We crashed.

We crashed.

And the other car went over the guard rail and down this steep embankment

and landed in a gully.

And then I saw...

I saw the face of a girl.

A little girl.

She was looking out of the window of the car.

She was screaming.

Screaming and crying.

"Daddy! Daddy!

"Daddy! Daddy!"

And all at once the car went up in flames. It was horrible.

And I can see the girl,

screaming and beating her hands against the window,

and screaming,

"hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!"

J“ old man winter, disappear

j“ stay away for one more year

j“ old man winter, cold and done

j“ leave us be, we matter none

j“ old man winter, go away...

Stop her! Stop her!

Stop!

Stop her! Stop her!

The child! Stop her!

Stop her!

The child! Stop her!

Stop her! Stop her!

Stop her! The child!

The child! Stop her! Stop her!

Lucky she was so well bundled and there was all that snow around.

Her body was completely untouched.

Her face took some heat.

However, there's no indication of respiratory-tract damage.

Nothing like this has ever happened at St. Luke's, Mrs. Templeton.

And it needn't have happened this time. What I'm saying is it was no accident.

Your daughter literally walked then crawled into that fire.

I'd like a muffin.

- Baby. - Hi, daddy.

- Please don't touch her. - Hello, angel.

They said I walked into the fire on purpose.

- And I... I don't remember anything about it. - Who said you did that, honey?

- Mother did. - She's wrong.

What do you build fires for? I mean, what business has that in a convent?

We send our children to you for peace and protection, and you build fires.

- What's happening to me, daddy? - It was an accident, honey.

But what made me do it? Why? Why did I do it, daddy? Why?

It's all right now, Princess. It's all over, honey.

Janice?

- And you had a visitor that night? - Yes.

Er... Mr. Hoover arrived at the apartment house...

Er... sometime around eleven.

- Did you ask him up? - Yes.

- Why did you ask him up? - Well, I needed help.

- But wasn't the doctor coming? - I needed Mr. Hoover's help.

Now, your honor, if it please the court.

It has come to my attention

that Mrs. Templeton suffered a severe trauma yesterday,

brought about by the injury of her daughter in an accident.

Mrs. Templeton is in a highly emotional state,

and I feel she should be spared the burden of testifying at this time.

Your honor, this is patently a device by the prosecution

to prevent the witness from testifying

because he knows that this witness's testimony will destroy the prosecution's case.

Mrs. Templeton, do you feel able to continue?

- Yes, I do. I want to continue. - Proceed, Mr. Mack.

Thank you, your honor.

And did Mr. Hoover help you?

Yes, almost at once.

Ivy seemed to recognize him and rushed into his arms

and, as he was comforting her, she fell asleep.

Mrs. Templeton...

Do you believe in reincarnation?

I do now.

Mrs. Templeton, do you believe that your daughter Ivy

is the reincarnation of Mr. Hoover's daughter Audrey Rose?

Yes.

Order!

Mrs. Templeton, do you believe that Mr. Hoover kidnapped your daughter?

No, I do not.

I believe that the only help my daughter

will ever receive on this earth is through Mr. Hoover.

The only chance she has of living is if this man is released from jail.

Order! Order!

Order!

Order!

Your honor, that's our case.

Mr. Velie, you may cross-examine.

Your honor.

In view of Mrs. Templeton's testimony,

and because of her ovennrought condition,

I request a recess until tomorrow morning.

Very well. Court will reconvene tomorrow morning at 9am.

Ruth, place a call to doctors' hospital in porchester.

I'd like to speak to the physician in charge of Ivy Templeton's case.

Your honor, this whole thing is outlandish.

First of all, a test like that could not possibly be conclusive

and it could prove dangerous to the child.

How about that, Mr. Velie? There is an element of danger here, isn't it?

Well, the father has granted his permission, your honor.

I've been assured by the doctor attending Ivy Templeton

that she is physically able to withstand the test.

He foresees no problems arising from such an experiment,

and he's even willing to provide us with the facilities to conduct it.

- Any precedents for such an experiment? - Yes.

In wyler vs. Fairchild, the court permitted a witness to testify

after undergoing hypnosis and did not consider it an abuse of discretion.

He is trying to stampede the jury, your honor, to give them a circus show

for the sole purpose of ridiculing my client and his beliefs.

Alright, alright, let's drop the formalities, boys.

Now, I've given you a hell of a wide latitude in presenting your case.

And now you want me to restrict the prosecution's right

to pursue its own path to the truth on rebuttal?

Scott, I don't know about this test of yours.

If I'm gonna permit it, I wanna know all the specifications,

who's going to conduct it, what his qualifications are,

and if there is any possibility of it being harmful to the child.

I think I can satisfy your doubts, your honor.

I'll reserve my decision until you do.

Hello?

'Mrs. Templeton, this is judge Langley's office.

'The court will convene this morning at doctors' hospital.'

- the hospital? When? - 'Nine o'clock.

'It's a hypnotic test on your daughter.'

has my husband given permission?

'Yes, Mr. Templeton has agreed to the test...'

'Dr. Dorman, you are wanted in emergency.'

judge Langley!

Judge Langley, I object to this test. I won't have my child submit to it.

Mrs. Templeton, I have been personally assured by the psychiatrist

that no possible harm can come to your child as a result of the test.

- No... - Please, try to understand.

Your husband, who has equal rights of consent in this matter,

has agreed to the test.

Now, I realize this is a very unusual matter...

When it's ajar.

Hi, mom.

Hi, sweetheart. Er... could I have a few moments alone with my daughter?

Why, certainly.

They're going to hypnotize me to find out why I'm doing all these terrible things.

Well, you're not going through with it. I'm not gonna let them do it.

But I want to. I wanna know what's wrong with me.

I wanna know who I am.

Who you are? You are Ivy Templeton, my daughter.

- But Mr. Hoover says I'm his daughter. - Ivy, you are my child.

I'm not sure anymore who I am, mom. And I wanna know. I've gotta know.

- I am taking you home with me. - No, I wanna stay.

Janice.

I wanna talk to you outside.

You mustn't let them do this to her.

I know what you want, Janice. You want me to turn my child over to Elliot hoover.

No, I want what's best for her.

I am doing what's best for her.

Now, if you don't mind, I believe they're ready.

No, please, bill. For god's sake, please don't do this.

Don't do what? Don't destroy the man who's trying to Rob me of my family?

Don't destroy our child.

What we're attempting this morning is unique in the annals of psychiatry.

To regress a subject hypnotically into a former lifetime has never,

to my knowledge, fallen within the purview of serious psychiatric inquiry.

'True, there are hypnotists who have had subjects claim, under hypnosis,

'that they've lived before,

'and that while in the hypnotic state

'had spoken languages that they did not know in the awakened state.

'While I have never participated in nor witnessed such an event,

'i am here at the behest of the court to perform a function

'for which I have been trained and am licensed to perform.

'Now, I will be hypnotizing the subject who will be brought to me while you watch.

'But as observers it is important you stay totally alert and awake,

'completely alert and awake.

'Before I bring in the subject, let me warn you that age regression'

will frequently arouse memories of a traumatic nature.

The subject may even cry out or display bizarre personality changes.

This is normal and to be expected,

but will not prove harmful to the child in any permanent way.

We'll now bring her in.

'Hello, Ivy. Come over here.

'Sit right here, hm? There we are.

'Thank you.'

Now, relax, Ivy.

Relax and allow every muscle in your body to become loose and limp.

Now, as we discussed this morning, you will not be harmed in any way,

but would simply begin to feel very relaxed.

Very relaxed.

Very comfortable.

So that you will wish to go to sleep for a while.

You will not mind going to sleep for a while?

- No, I won't mind. - Good.

'Soon you will begin to feel relaxed.

'And more comfortable.

'More and more comfortable.

'Watch the light, Ivy. Keep watching it.'

now, as you're watching it,

you're beginning to feel your eyes grow heavy.

'Your eyelids are getting heavier, so heavy that you want to close them.

'Your eyelids are getting heavier.'

and you're finding it harder and harder to keep them open.

Your eyelids are getting so heavy... So heavy...

So heavy...

That you cannot keep them open.

So heavy... that you must close them.

Must close them...

Close them...

Close them.

You cannot open your eyes.

They're so heavy that they simply must stay closed.

You're safe and snug and fully asleep now.

Fully asleep.

When I wish to awaken you, I will count to five.

At the count of five, I will say "awaken, Ivy"

and you will awaken promptly. Do you understand?

- Yes. - Good.

'Now that you're deeply asleep and completely relaxed,

'you're gradually moving back in time.

'Back, back, Ivy.

'Back in time.

'You're moving back to your eighth birthday.

'When I count to three, you will be back at your eighth birthday party.

'You will open your eyes, but remain deeply relaxed.

'Ready?

'One.'

two.

You're now at your party amongst your friends.

Do you see your friends, Ivy?

Tell me about them. Who's at the party?

There's... bettina.

And Carrie.

Mary-Ellen.

The twins.

Peter.

'Do you love your presents, Ivy?'

'Oh, yes, especially my Terry doll with travel wardrobe.

'Well... and my... and my flute game bettina bought me.'

'Let's leave this party now and go back to an earlier birthday.

'I want you to go back in time to your fourth birthday party.

'I will count to three, '

then you will be at your fourth birthday party.

Just relax, now.

Ready?

One.

Two.

Did your parents buy you this nice birthday cake with four lovely candles on it?

No, they didn't buy it.

Too " o xpensive"

mommy made it from a "mazadine".

Well, what are you feeling? Let it go.

He broke it.

This little boy broke my monkey.

It's alright, Ivy.

It's alright. We'll leave this party now and we'll move farther back in time.

Farther back. Way back.

I want you to go back to a time when you can see and hear and feel and think...

But you cannot say any words.

You're just a little baby in mommy's arms now.

And mommy's putting you into your carriage.

Ah, very good, Ivy.

Very good.

Now we're going to go even farther back in time.

Way back.

Way back.

To a time before you were born.

Before you were born.

Before you were born.

'Before you were born.

'Before you were born.

'Before you were born.

'Very good, Ivy.'

back. Back, Ivy, back in time.

To a time before you existed as yourself.

The time before you were Ivy.

When you were not Ivy... But you were another person.

To the time just before you were Ivy.

Not Ivy, but somebody else.

Somebody else.

To the last moment you can remember in your previous life.

When you were not Ivy... But somebody else.

'Somebody else.

'Who are you?'

'I'm...'

'Who are you?

'Who are you?

'Who are you?

'Who are you?

'Who are you?'

. I'm...

Mommy. Mommy.

Mommy. Mommy.

Mommy.

Mommy.

Mommy.

Mommy.

Mommy.

'Mommy. Mommy.

'Mommy.'

mommy.

Mommy.

Mommy?

Mommy?

Mommy? Mommy?

Mommy? Mommy?

Mommy? Mommy?

Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy!

- 'Mommy!' - 'It's alright, Ivy.

'You will leave this memory now.

'It's alright. You can go back in time even farther, away from this memory.'

- Mommy! - Ivy!

When I count to three, you will be even farther back in time.

One, two, three.

- Mommy! - One, two, three.

'Can you hear me, Ivy? Can you hear me?

'Ivy, can you hear me?'

one, two...

Can you hear me, Ivy?

Ivy? Ivy?

'Can you hear me?'

can you hear me, Ivy?

She's not Ivy.

She'll be alright, your honor. She'll come out of it.

You will now awaken, Ivy.

When I count to five, you will awaken promptly and feel rested and well.

Rested and well.

One.

'Two. Three.

'Four. Five.'

awaken, Ivy.

'Ivy! You will awaken.

'Four. Five. Awaken, Ivy.'

- she's not Ivy. - 'Awaken, Ivy.'

'one. Two. Awaken, Ivy.'

- 'daddy, help.' - 'Four, five.

'Awaken, Ivy.

'Ivy, can you hear me? Can you hear me, Ivy?'

- Audrey Rose! - 'One. Two.

'Three. Four. Five.

- 'Two... Ivy!' - I want this test stopped immediately.

'When I count to five, I order you to awaken. One. Two.'

goddamn it, I want it stopped.

'Can you hear me, Ivy?'

- Audrey Rose! - 'Can you hear me, Ivy?'

- Audrey Rose! - 'Ivy!'

- judge Langley, stop the test! - Audrey Rose!

- Audrey Rose, it's daddy! It's daddy! - Oh, my god!

- 'One. Two.' - Audrey Rose, it's daddy. It's daddy.

- 'Ivy.' - Do something.

Stop it.

Look, this is the child's mother.

It's alright now.

It's alright. Her soul is set free.

Her soul is set free.

It's alright now. Her soul is set free.

- No. - Yes, her soul is set free.

Her soul is free.

Her soul is free.

It is free.

It is free.

'Dear Mr. Hoover,

'it is good to know that you are in India

'doing all the things you must for the peace of our daughter's soul.

'I include bill in my thanks,

'even though he still cannot accept the idea

'that while Ivy's body is gone,

'her soul continues to exist.

'Yet I know in my heart it is true

'and that you are right.

'And that is what sustains me.

'In permitting you to take Ivy's ashes to India,

'i believe that bill has taken the first step

'toward understanding that we are all immortal.

'Know that I add my prayers to yours

'for our daughter's soul to mend itself

'and find the peace

'and fulfilment in heaven

'that it was denied in its earth life,

'and that the day will come when her soul will feel free

'and able to seek a new rebirth,

'and that when it does she will find parents

'who are, oh, generous, understanding,

'and who will love her as we all loved her.'