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Thank you so much
for coming.

- Another woman disappeared, you said?
- Yes.

Many more spirits
in this place, Miss Ellen.

Many more.

I'm inside.

Women.

Pain.

Anger.

Sit down.

Sin is where it started.

Atonement at the top.

Build me to the heavens

and life never stops.

Build me to the heavens
and life never stops.

Join me.

Build me to the heavens
and life never stops.

Really,
this is quite enough.

Stop it, I say.

Sin is where it started.
Atonement from the top.

Life without death.
Life without death.

There will be no more
sin in this house.

- Enough, I say!
- Thank you, Rose Red.

I'll be damned if I have to put up
with this in my own house.

You're damned already, sir.

Your damnations feed her.

I will never stop building you.

(voices whispering)

(knocking)

You've changed.

Did you bring them?

Thank you.

No.

I gave you that charade.

You're my wife
and I want to come in.

Not tonight.
No.

- I have work to do.
- Work?

A wife's work,
yes, you do.

I will scream, John.
I will scream and bring

the entire staff to this room.
Is that what you want?

You know
what I want.

You owe me.

I urge you to consider
this very carefully.

Not tonight.

We'll see.

Ellen's voice: "I write now
out of desperation.

I feel danger everywhere
around Sukeena and me.

Now I understand what I couldn't
know seven years ago.

What I wasn't
ready to know.

There's another world
here in Rose Red.

A spirit world.

And it's dangerous. "

Well?

If that dress doesn't do it,
I don't know what will.

You're irresistible.

John Rimbauer has resisted
marriage for how many years?

Not you.
Not this time.

Thank you
for being here.

For being such
a dear friend.

You're more like
an aunt to me.

In a way, I wish Doug
wasn't John's partner,

for if this doesn't work out,
I'd hate to lose you.

You will never
lose me, my dear girl.

You mustn't allow that to influence
your feeling towards John.

(honking)

Ellen,

John is not like
other men, he...

He what?

Never mind.
Let's go downstairs.

Ellen's voice:
"What I didn't realize then,

was my relationship was not to be
with a man whom I dearly loved,

but instead with a house,
a grand house.

A house that would
soon come to own me.

Indeed, would
come to own itself. "

I don't know, Daniel.

You could find
yourself out of a job.

- She's a real beauty.
- Yes.

She is at that.

Ah!

Connie.

Ellen, I'd like you to meet Daniel,
my driver and all round accomplice.

- My pleasure.
- What an unusual day for a drive.

Well, yes.
Unless you'd like to reconsider?

- I wouldn't dream of it.
- Good.

- Have fun, you two.
- Thank you.

Have you ever ridden
in a motorcar before?

- There's a first time for everything.
- Indeed there is.

Well hold on. This may prove
to be a bumpy ride.

What kind of surprise?

Well, it wouldn't be a surprise
if I told you, now would it?

- You're incorrigible.
- Guilty.

You're a tease
and a flirt.

"How poor are they
that have not patience.

What wound did ever
heal but by degrees?"

Indeed. But would
even Othello

have had
patience for a man

who fails to state
his true intentions?

A woman who knows
her Shakespeare

and yet knows little
of a man's true intentions.

Could we get past the kissing
if we were engaged?

Are you proposing,
John Rimbauer?

And if I were?

I thought only
mystics and mediums

answer a question
with another question.

Mysticism.
You?

Another question.

I can see I have
my work cut out for me.

Close your eyes.

Now open them.

Shipped all the way
from England.

Brick by brick.

I told you
I had a surprise.

Excuse me.

- Morning, John.
- Doug.

Campbell won't
unload again today.

Ellen, so good to see you.
You look ravishing.

Thank you.

- I just left your dear wife.
- Did you?

- And how is she?
- Ellen.

This is Jack Finney,
my contractor.

Jack, this is my dear friend
Ellen Gillhurst.

Pleased to meet you.

Seems there's a little dispute
over some shipping charges.

Nothing serious, but I do
have to deal with it.

Excuse me.

May I show you
the grounds?

Well, all right.

- Sign for this!
- Talk to billionaire John Rimbauer.

I don't care who
John Rimbauer is...

That's fine with me,
because you're fired!

So what brings you out here?
Certainly not the oil business.

- Hardly.
- Didn't you know?

Mr. Posey's to oversee the completion
of the project while you two...

While we two what?

Another surprise?

Man: Shotgun!

This is to be
our home, Ellen.

That is,
if you'll have me.

(gunshot)

What was that,
John?

Man:
He shot O'Reilly!

Not to worry, John.
We'll look into it.

The timing.

Is it a sign?
Am I to take it as a sign?

Now, now,
it's nothing.

Just an arguing
pair of drunks, that's all.

They're Irish, Ellen.

Nothing?
Can we be so sure?

Would you be my wife,
Ellen?

It is what you want,
isn't it?

Mrs. John Rimbauer?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Man:
He wasn't even armed.

She'll be fine.
The luckiest girl in all Seattle.

She'll need all
the luck she can find.

What was that, Fanny?

A woman makes her luck.
You'll be fine.

That name, Rose Red,
your choice or John's, Ellen?

Oh, Ellen's of course.

John has already accepted
that the house is hers.

I'd be careful...

making assumptions
where John's concerned.

Get it off your chest, Fanny.

It's just us girls.

Admit it.
You're envious.

You had your chance
with John and now...

Ladies, it's all right.
John and I have discussed everything.

Including his past.

It's just that
and nothing more.

You know what
they say about the past.

It does have a habit
of repeating itself.

Only for those who fail
to heed its warning.

Yes, well...

if only one could
see around corners.

There's a woman I know,
a spiritualist.

Take my word, she can see
into the past and the future.

Perhaps we should
pay her a visit.

A medium?
A conjurer?

- A mystic.
- Is it so out of the question,

to have the ability to see
into the beyond?

No, thank you.

I have all the beyond
I can handle.

A wedding,
a honeymoon.

John and I are to tour the world
until the house is completed.

I understand,
even appreciate your concern.

And I accept that each of us
may know John differently.

As for me...

I love him
with all my heart.

But it's his heart
you must contend with.

I'll pretend
I didn't hear that, Fanny.

"We're bound for Africa.

Or perhaps,

based on my husband's
appetites

and strange frenzies,

for hell itself.

He is never cool.

Never satisfied.

Never quite sane.

Not even enough
is enough.

He is changing me, too.

Perhaps not
for the better. "

(tribal music plays)

You.

I'm called Sukeena.

Maybe next time
I try to help you,

you'll listen.

He's on safari, ma'am.

It'll be a few days, yet.

Am I dying?

No.

It's an unmentionable
disease,

carried by men
and suffered by women.

It shall pass,
for you.

For him, the man...

not so easy.

Come, drink this.

Will it heal me?

No.

Only the power heals us.

You do believe in the power,
don't you?

I see it in you, ma'am.

You do?

A welcome sight it is.

Damn John Rimbauer.

- I'll never forgive him.
- Of course you will!

It's a wife's way
to learn forgiveness.

Even for men like him.

I'll help you.

- They're here!
- Come on!

Welcome to Rose Red, dear.

Our new home.

Do you like it?

It's big.

If you like big,
it's all right.

That's all?
Just big?

It's an oil tycoon's house,
certainly.

But it's not the house
that makes the home, John,

but the people
who are in it.

We had some fun,
didn't we?

Our exploring?

It wasn't all bad, was it?

Not all bad, no.

You see?

One must always
keep an open mind,

allow oneself
to enjoy life.

I don't want to feel
alone here, John.

I didn't marry
to feel so alone.

Voices whispering:
I don't want to feel alone here, John.

I didn't marry
to feel so alone.

Man: Sir?

John:
A moment, please.

The luggage has arrived.

Excuse me.

Well, what do you
think of her?

She is more than
just a house, ma'am.

She is, isn't she?

But not yet a home.

A home is made
of hearts,

not wood and glass.

John: I say we celebrate
our return.

Ellen:
A party. Why not?

John: Lt'll be the grandest,
most glamorous party

Seattle has ever seen.

(waltz playing)

- (glass clinking)
- (music stops)

John:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.

I raise my glass to you.

Would you please
raise your glasses

on this,
her inaugural ball...

to Rose Red?

Here, here!

And of course, not forgetting
my beautiful bride...

Ellen Rimbauer.

All:
Here, here!

John: Please, please.
Enjoy yourselves.

- Thank you.
- Cheers.

(music resumes)

Finally, my two
dearest friends meet.

Sukeena coming
with us was, I believe,

the first concession
I ever won from my husband.

And it won't be the last.
Hold your ground with him, Ellen.

- I've heard nothing but praise.
- Ellen?

Would it be terribly
gauche of me

to inquire if I might
peek around upstairs?

I could get her started, ma'am,
and show her around.

But of course.
Be my guest.

Oh, my dear.

If you must turn around,
do it slowly.

Careful.

Ellen: I never...

And in front of everyone,
no less.

Most people think us mad
for being true to our husbands,

and living these lies.

But they're not all lies.
Surely, you and Doug...

Someday I'll tell you all
of our dirty little secrets.

You and I,
we're birds of a feather.

Aren't we, dearie?

We understand
the virtue of a place

in high society...
the power, the luxury.

It's not the king, but the woman
behind the throne.

Isn't it, dear?

Sometimes
it feels as if I've...

traded my soul.

Voice whispering:
Bad.

- Did you hear that?
- Hear what?

The music, yes.
It's all the candy, isn't it?

I wonder...

Ellen...

don't tell me you're buying
into all that rubbish too.

What kind
of rubbish is that?

You know what
they're saying.

Indian workers.

Some curse.
Sacred grounds.

All that nonsense.

The shooting.
That's where it all started.

(screaming)

John!

Dear friend.

Dear friend, it's all right.
Everything's all right.

Calm down.
Calm down.

I know.

I know, I know.

It's only a little
too much celebration.

Let's give her a little privacy,
shall we?

You said I could
come look.

You said...

What happened?
What was it?

(whispering)
I don't want to feel alone here.

I don't want
to feel alone.

I know.

I know.

Please, John.
Not tonight.

I'm exhausted.

That woman,
what she said...

That old lush?

Don't be silly.

The party was
a great success.

And I have something
so exciting planned.

You'll see.

You're drunk.
Please, no.

I've had a fright.

The party's over.

No.

That's the idea.

I'd rather not, really.

But I have a surprise for you.

I've come to apologize.

For Africa.

For all my past mistakes.

For all your suffering.

John.

I beg of you,
please forgive me.

Oh, John.

We can start afresh.

Tonight.

Tonight can be our baptism.

Say the words.

John.

Say the words!

I forgive you.

(knocking)

You're going to like this.

Thank you.

You do love the unexpected,
don't you?

"I found myself
with child

following the night
of the inaugural ball.

I'm sure it was then,
because afterward,

John's passions
finally cooled.

At least toward me. "

I apologize if you feel
you've been tricked.

Tricked?
However could I feel tricked?

Admittedly, I had expected
a fashionable hotel downtown.

But the Rimbauer's
Rose Red for tea?

Lmagine my surprise.

You're up to no good,
Connie.

And no good
can come of it.

- Watch your step, ma'am.
- We mustn't keep Ellen waiting.

And the fevers,
the headaches?

You're sweet to ask.

Better, I think.

Pity they've kept you in bed
as long as they have.

Yes, well...

That's why you're
here, isn't it?

I wanted to thank you
Fanny, personally,

for having entertained John
as you have these many months.

I'm clearly indebted to you.

Well...

- anything for a friend.
- Yes.

Your service in
that regard was more

than any friend
could ask of another.

Now that I'm well,
and the baby's nearly here,

John will be spending more time
with his family from now on.

Will he?
Just like that.

How marvelous.

Yes, I thought it better
something worked out

between those of us
of the fairer sex.

Men can be
so unreasonable.

Don't ask a man to choose
which mare to ride, Ellen.

He'll always
surprise you.

Are you threatening me?

What could possibly
make you think that?

More tea anyone?

Voice, whispering:
Ellen... Ellen...

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

Fanny?

Ellen:
John! Come quickly!

Preston, Sukeena!

Miss Ellen?

Sukeena, check the powder room
for Miss Fauxmanteur, please.

And Preston, you take the game room
and the dining room.

- Round up the staff.
- Yes, ma'am.

Oh, John.
There you are.

She's missing... Fanny.
One minute there, then...

Oh, don't be silly.
It's nothing.

Fanny's full of
all these jokes.

I'll organize a thorough search,
but there's nothing to worry about.

You sit and rest.
I'll handle this.

It's high time we visited
that spiritualist I told you about.

- Madame Lu, she's called.
- John would never hear of it.

A Rimbauer
consult a spiritualist?

He'd sooner lock me up.

A girl can go shopping,
can't she?

You are welcome here again,
Miss Connie.

You bring a friend with child.

No greater blessing
to my home.

It is for my friend that I come,
great lady.

Indeed,

what question
do you ask of me?

How many questions
am I allowed?

I am not a genie.

Speak your mind, child.

Very well.

A woman went missing
from our house,

right before our eyes.

Is Fanny Fauxmanteur
alive or dead?

- This is all?
- Unharmed or in danger?

Can we help her?
Does she need our help?

Can you help her?

Many forms to life.

Isn't that right?

This lady's spirit lives.

Madame Lu
deals in spirit.

Yes?

Maybe does not live

as you think of living.

And you, my friend?
What say you?

The house, Madam,

I believe it feels that
Miss Ellen needs her.

Her help, her protection,
I do not know.

But there's a great
presence there, Madam.

Untapped powers.

I should like
to meet this house.

It is happening.

(screaming)

Oh, God, did
we lose the child?

- There's no choice now.
- You're just going to leave her?

She asked the African
to remain with her.

Now the baby's breach.
Buttocks forward.

She's not delivering
that child without a scalpel.

Now I need
a few minutes.

And a drink.

Can the child be saved?

If it's a matter of choosing
between them?

- But it's not.
- But if it were!

But it's not.
Now where's that drink?

- (baby crying)
- It's not possible!

It's a boy.

A boy.

Voices: Ellen.

Ellen.

What?

Adam?

Peaceful and quiet
in his room, Miss Ellen.

You had the fevers again.

The noise is out
from the hallway.

For his birthday, ma'am.
Do you like it?

Perhaps we should
search the grounds.

What is the meaning of this?

It's Laura, ma'am.
She's disappeared.

What?

We've got to get me dressed, quickly.
It's happened again.

I don't want anyone
jumping to conclusions.

This is a big house,

and people don't
just disappear.

Laura will be found.

But if not, I'm confident
we'll find an explanation.

If anyone has
any information,

please say so now.

There will be
no repercussions.

Very well then.
You all have your assignments.

We'll reassemble
here in...

...30 minutes.

Well go.

Gail, isn't it?

Come with me.

A moment of your time, please.

You can speak to me,
about Laura.

Miss Ellen keeps
her word, Gail.

If she says Mr. John will not
hear of it, he will not hear of it.

Cook Bollinger sent me
to check on the partridge.

Last night this was, late.

I wanted to set it to stew.

I saw Laura enter
the butcher's room.

With me own eyes, ma'am.

I entered not 20 paces
behind her and yet...

she weren't there.

Weren't in that
butcher's room at all.

I didn't sleep a wink, ma'am.
Not me. Not one wink.

I saw her.

You've done fine, Gail.

Not a word of this to anyone.

The butcher's room.
Should we go?

Not now.

No, ma'am.

Go, yes, but...

not with everyone
milling about.

Later tonight,
when the house is quiet.

(clock bell chiming)

Voices: Ellen!

What on earth was that?

Not of this earth.

No, ma'am.

I've seen enough.

Gail was mistaken,
it's nothing.

Gail saw what she saw, ma'am.
She wasn't lying.

You take the wall.

There's more to this place
than meets the eye.

Sukeena?

Sukeena.

Sukeena!

I found something.

This wasn't on the house plans.
But why?

So that people can
come and go unseen.

Women.

Ellen: His women.

- This man's the devil.
- Uh-huh.

Ellen: It feels so much
older down here.

Old as old gets here,
Miss Ellen.

We don't know
where it leads.

She needs us.

And Rose Red, ma'am.
We're all in this together.

Oh my God.

The matches!

Help me.

Who did this to her?

Damn.

John: Very nice.

We've lost a fuse.
Fix it, would you?

- She'll go with you then?
- Yes.

Wait.

Since when did you
take up smoking, Daniel?

What are you talking about?

In the car. Now.
Get her out of here.

I'll deal with this.

Man, I will never,
he disgusts me!

We have to calm down,
Miss Ellen.

It did that to her, didn't he?

Did you see the girl
that Daniel was bringing him?

A common street girl!

The house took Laura to spare
anymore pain. It's for the best.

Oh, I don't believe that.
I don't believe any of this.

Yes, you do,
Miss Ellen.

I've known.

I've known from
the first time I saw you.

You are a believer.

We must learn
to accept what others

would call
the unexplainable.

It is our gift.

(floor cracking)

Yes?

Been playing
with matches, Ellen?

Ellen: What's that?

- Where have you been?
- When?

Now?

Here, writing in my diary.
Same as every evening.

Right here.
Writing in your diary.

How delightfully
innocent of you.

Care to show me
what you've just written?

Have a little excerpt
you'd like to share?

John, what is
wrong with you?

I heard the car.
Was that you?

Daniel.

I had to send him to town
to pick up something.

- Business.
- You do work late, husband.

Are you going to turn
your back on a woman?

- A woman in need.
- Since when?

It's been months!

Seasons change.

Women too.

We could play a game.

How about this...

let me whisper
in your ear.

You...
Little Miss Prim-and-proper.

Did you think none?

Oh, my little tart.

Look at you.
You wanted it all along.

Lower.

- Sukeena: You must.
- Ellen: No!

You must thank
Rose Red.

If the lights hadn't failed,
he would have seen us.

It's preposterous!
No.

- I cannot.
- She's helping us.

You must accept that.
Accept her. Rose Red.

The Chinawoman.

Madame Lu.
She can help.

She said she wanted
to meet the house.

- Do you think?
- (knocking)

Adam is crying.

I can't think
when he's like this.

Sukeena,
would you mind?

Yes, ma'am.

Ellen: Stay.

There's something
we need to discuss.

Something we both must do.

Now?

Again?

Shall I lock the door?

Don't.

I'm going to find out what
happened to Fanny and Laura.

- A seance.
- Don't be ridiculous.

You're a Rimbauer now.
We have standing in this town.

Here.
In Rose Red.

Absolutely not.

The staff will talk and
if something like this gets out

we'll be the laughing stock
of Seattle.

I'll make the arrangements.
Tonight if possible.

Connie tells me we need
at least two others present.

So I thought,
she and Doug.

Did they put you up to this?

The Poseys?

How dare they interfere
in our affairs!

I repeat, put this out
of your thoughts, Ellen.

It is not going to happen.

I gave you a son.

An heir.

You will give me this seance
and you will attend.

Or else?

Or, my door will be
locked to you.

And Adam will be
our first and last.

Gail has asked for us
to meet her downstairs, ma'am.

In the basement?

No, downstairs
in the butler's hallway.

She's found something
she thinks you should see.

It just popped open, ma'am.
All of its own.

I weren't looking for it
or nothing.

- You saw something?
- Something awful, ma'am.

Right above
the table it is.

You'll see.

- It's John's study.
- Ma'am?

Surprising, yes.
But hardly awful.

Tell us what
you saw, Gail.

It weren't like nothing
I've ever seen.

Waile on water it was.

Like heat rising
from a fire.

It moved.

Like a shadow,
but nothing was there.

Very well.
You may go now, Gail. Thank you.

- You did right.
- Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.

John's study.

No wonder why the oil business
is doing so well.

He's been spying
on his associates.

Sukeena: Mmm-mm.

Them and who else,
Miss Ellen?

That girl Gail
saw something.

Someone.

Rose Red.

She wanted us
to find this.

Why?

It's time we know.

Join hands, please.

Great house that now
surrounds us...

open your door.

I'm inside.

Women. Pain.

Anger.

You are not alone,
my child.

I am here with you.

Sit down.

Sin is where it started.

Atonement at the top.

Build me to the heavens.

And life never stops.

Build the house.
Is that it?

Actually the house is
quite complete, thank you.

(chuckles)

Build me to the heavens
and life never stops.

Join me.

Build me to the heavens
and life never stops.

Really this is quite enough.
Stop it, I say.

There will be no more
sin in this house.

Enough I say.

Thank you, Rose Red.

I'll be damned if I have to put up
with this in my own house.

You're damned already, sir.

Your damnations feed her.

I will never stop building you.

Good evening, Gail.

Good evening, sir.

Yes?

It's Gail, sir.

Gail, is that supposed
to mean something to me?

We're taking breakfast,
Mrs. Abernathy.

What about Gail?

She's gone missing, ma'am.

No one's seen her
since late last night.

Should I have Preston
telephone the police, ma'am?

Leave us, please,
Mrs. Abernathy.

How many more go missing
before we involve the police, John?

The question you have
to ask yourself, Ellen, is...

who's gonna pay for
this construction of yours?

You can't do it
without me.

We both need
each other.

You never get them
for a second time.

The house won't
give you that.

You could have prevented
this last night.

The choice was
clearly yours.

- So it's my fault?
- This is your house now, Ellen.

Not mine.

That is, if you have me
to pay for it, of course.

My house.

It is, isn't it?

You're right about that.

So I'd tread lightly
if I were you, John.

One never knows
who's next.

Is that supposed
to scare me?

The house is going
to snatch me up?

You do try so very hard,
don't you?

- Preston?
- Ma'am?

Round up the servants.
We'll conduct a search.

No need to involve
the police.

"Our daughter April has come.

Her birth was easier
than Adam's,

but her arm,
her poor arm.

I blame John.

My husband has
a great deal to answer for. "

Adam says his friends won't come over
because my arm scares them.

- Do not!
- Do too!

Mother, it's not true.

You are God's
special creature.

Don't think otherwise.

Adam, there is enough
cruelty in this world

without bringing it
upon each other.

Be good to your sister.

Now.
Off and ready for bed.

Adam, give that back.
It's mine.

The boy is starting
to think like his father.

He'll be ignoring her too,
pretty soon.

I'll not have it.

One John Rimbauer
in the family is enough.

"Sometimes the construction
continues far into the night.

- I find the sound soothing... "
- (clunk)

- Connie?
- We must talk.

The worst has happened.

I once cautioned you that Douglas
and I had our secrets as well.

Well the time has come
for me to share them.

That is, if time has not
already run out.

I've never seen you
so distraught.

If only I could be a fly on the wall
of that discussion.

Truly?
Perhaps I can help.

Sign it.

Can't a man
make a mistake?

He can, and you have.

But what kind of a man
you are, I really can't say.

Doug:
It won't happen again.

John: A clerk in
the filing room.

You disgust me.

The sailors at the dock at night,

as repugnant as I found that,
I could overlook it.

But in the company offices?

With an employee?

You leave me no choice.

Sign it.

A second chance is all.

A posting in Europe, perhaps.

The North Pole
for God's sake, please.

I need this.

You should have
thought of that.

Of the position
you put me in.

The company cannot
entertain scandal.

If not for me, then for Connie,
for God's sake, John.

A month or two and we're...

destitute.

Not my problem.

I want you
out of this house.

You're not to visit.

And you are never
to see my son again.

How dare you
imply such a thing?

You monster.

Me?

You have ruined
everything.

And for what?

A few moments
of selfish pleasure?

As easily said into a mirror,
John Rimbauer.

Sign it and leave it
on my desk.

Or everyone will know.

May you rot in hell.

Don't fool yourself,
Posey.

You'll be there
long before I am.

Connie: You must
intervene on my behalf.

Are the accusations true?

A marriage of convenience.
I told you as much.

- But, Connie, Doug...
- Are you to cast the first stone?

No, no. Of course not.
You're right.

Something must be done.

Doug has squandered
his earnings trying to maintain

a lifestyle to which he thinks
I've grown accustomed.

He's right. A month or two.
Three at the most.

The debts are enormous.
You must speak to John.

Charm him?

- Did you see him?
- Doug?

No, John.

It's begun.

The decent into madness.
It's the disease, you see.

It cures in women
but it festers in men.

Festers and
eats the mind.

You must speak to him.
I beg you.

We should console Doug.
What a state he must be in.

He needs a minute
to compose himself.

After that he'll look
for the children,

to say goodbye.

He loves them so.

What John said...
it was so hurtful.

Daddy?

Adam:
It's Uncle Doug.

Oh, children.

What are you
doing awake?

It is past your bedtime.

But we want to play
with you, Uncle Doug.

Please?

Oh, uh...

Okay.

Here's what
we're gonna do.

We are going to play a game
of hide and seek.

Okay?

Now, I will count to 10,

and you two
run and hide.

But first you gotta
give me a big hug.

Okay?

Okay.

Go hide.
Quick.

Come on, Adam.
Let's go hide.

One...

two...

three...

10 days you say?

Not one word spoken.
Other than when she's asleep.

I keep hoping,
but nothing.

She talks in her sleep?

- Please explain.
- Just his name.

Uncle Doug.
Over and over.

The house.
Is anything different?

Have you heard voices?

Doors shut?
Wind?

The house is much colder
since the hanging.

Your son,
fine you said?

His father sent him
away to school.

Just like that.

I will see her now.

So, this is April.

Pretty child.

Pretty mother.

Come, April.

Sit with Mamma Lu.

You saw a man
take his own life?

You have not
spoken since then.

Mamma Lu thinks you are
a smart girl, little April.

You do not speak
because

your question
is not yet answered.

Is Mamma Lu right?

What question? I've tried
to explain it to her in a dozen ways.

The question is this...

if he can hear you without
your talking, why can't they?

You think maybe
they love you less.

Nothing could be
further from the truth.

Maybe, they do not
listen as hard,

do not listen
the right way.

Maybe something's
wrong with them

if they don't hear him.

You are not suggesting...

You see?
She would never believe me.

She would
if you only told her.

Dark lady believes.

Mamma Lu believes, too.

Go on.

Tell her.

Uncle Doug and I,
we talk in our heads.

You mean, you play
with each other as well?

He loves it here.

He built Rose Red.

Did he tell you that too?

She said you built her,
Mamma.

Did she?

She says,
she loves Mamma.

As much as I do.
Maybe more.

Thank you.
Thank you, great lady.

Mother will
stay with child.

Dark lady will show
old friend to taxi.

I didn't want her
to hear us.

- April?
- No.

The house. I do not want
the house to hear us.

- She grows stronger.
- Yes.

I felt this too.

What she said
about the house, Ellen...

When love goes bad,
it goes very bad.

Miss Ellen spends too much time
with her daughter of late.

I think the house
is jealous or angry,

using Uncle Doug
to influence the little one.

You need to leave.
All three of you.

Is it safe to leave?

She will use child
to reach mother.

Very bad for mother.
Bad sign.

You leave tomorrow,

next day, the latest.

Do not tell Ellen.

But I must tell...

The house hears
Ellen's every thought.

If the house finds out
she plans to leave...

You must not tell her.

Come.

(voices whispering)

"I finally discovered something
more important than Rose Red.

April means
everything to me.

How could I have become
so focused on the house?"

(April laughing)

April! April!

April!

No!

She was right there.

Playing.

I... should have...

What's this?

There she is.

Release her.

- It's only a formality.
- So ask your questions.

- Downtown.
- She certainly will not go downtown.

This is all your doing, isn't it?
You never liked her.

- Ellen!
- Ask him about the others.

- Others?
- Do your job.

She did this
to keep you here.

She know
you won't leave now.

Not ever.
Not without April.

Leave me alone!

You will pay for this!

We'll see.

Ellen, dear.

Good to see you
up and about.

Two days, John.

It's been two days.

I miss her too, dear.

Sukeena, John.

Not April.

Nothing could bring April...

Not yet.

I want things
back to normal.

Yes, well, we all want things
back to normal, don't we?

But that requires
certain sacrifices.

For all of us.

Don't you think?

I want her back.

Where there's a will,
there's a way.

Sukeena?

Come, come.

Rest easy.

It's my turn to take
care of you now.

Long overdue.

Any sign of her?

(door opens)

Not tonight, John.

We have a deal,
you and I.

Not tonight, John.

She'll be stronger
in a day or two.

There is another way
to do this, of course.

Remember Africa?

She doesn't even need
to get out of bed at all.

Out.

We have a deal.

The deal is over.

I'd like my key back.

She better gain
her strength quickly.

In one week I want her
out of this house.

That is absurd.
You cannot.

Yes I can.

She will never set foot
in this house again.

If she is not gone
within a week,

construction will stop.

Don't worry, my friend.

He won't remember
any of this tomorrow.

Sawdust?

(voice whispering)

Yes, ma'am.

I heard it too.

- What does she...
- The tower, Miss Ellen.

She wants you
to build her a tower.

"Even though
it's unfinished,

the Rose Tower
whispers April's name.

Sukeena's right. If she is to be
found anywhere, it will be there.

The workers have made
record time in its construction.

Jack Finney even
said to me... "

It's almost as if Rose Red
built it herself.

We'll have it ready
for you within days.

Well ahead of schedule,
don't you worry.

No you won't.

- I want everybody out.
- What?

All construction is to stop
immediately, Jack.

Including the tower.

And I'm locking the attic.

Our deal has
fallen through.

Okay, men.
Pack it up.

Do not do this to me.

You did this
all by yourself.

I want her out
of this house.

You can't be serious.

You want Jack
back on the job?

Then do something
about it.

(clock bell chimes)

"Today, John and I
are at a stalemate.

The most frightening thing
is that he's no longer sane.

I have to stop him, but...

I'm out of ideas. "

(April laughing)

Miss Ellen?

I hear it.

April?

The tower.

April?

April, dear.
Are you here?

I miss you, sweet girl.

Tell her more, ma'am.
She needs to hear it.

I love you.

I love you, Mamma.

"Atonement at the top. "

Do you remember?

He cannot lock me
out of here.

It is time.

It is time.

"I write now out of desperation.

I feel danger everywhere
around Sukeena and me.

Now I understand what I couldn't
know seven years ago,

what I wasn't
ready to know.

My mother's heart knows
what must be done,

while the heart of the woman,
the wife, beats in terror. "

Sorry to trouble you,
Mr. John.

What do you want?

I've come to ask you
for a favor, sir...

not meaning
to waste your time.

Well, you are
wasting my time.

Get on with it, girl.
Or get out.

I'd hoped...

Well, you're
a businessman, sir.

And I'm a practical woman.

When one deal is lost,

sometimes, another
deal can be made.

I'm sorry, sir.

Perhaps I misjudged.

Wait.

Make your point.

Seeing how...

warm and moist
it is this evening and,

how my room lack
much of a window...

well, I won't be here
much longer, will I?

What are you up to?

I was thinking...

about the tower, sir.

And how the breeze
must blow fine up there.

A night like this?

It being locked up and all.

No one's allowed up
in the attic, are they?

We could have it all
to ourselves.

Miss Ellen need not
know of it.

She need not know anything
about this evening, Mr. John.

Take it.

(voices whispering)

Remember Africa, sir?

Tonight, you'll get
what you really deserve.

We can play a game.

How about this...

let me whisper in your ear.

Are you ready for this?

John:
We have a deal.

April's voice: Daddy?

Don't ask a man to choose...

Help me...

As easily said into a mirror,
John Rimbauer...

There will be no more
sin in this house...

He jumped, of course,
while we slept.

Of course.

Driven mad by the drink,
I suppose.

I suppose,
or the disease.

You'll send for the police.

My duty as the new
head of household.

And send for Adam, too.

It's Mr. Rimbauer!

What happened?

Will we be taking
our breakfast here, Ellen?

Heavens no.

The tower.

And then there's
the construction to oversee.

Jack Finney will wish
he lived here himself

by the time
I'm through.

I can change
anything I want.

And the tower it is.

Oh, yes.

We have a lot of catching up to do,
my daughter and I.

(voices whispering)