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♪♪

[hammering, sawing]

♪♪

[howling wind]

[deep breathing]

[Male singing] Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me;

Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee.

[bell ringing]

(Marion) Henry?

Henry.

Henry?

Henry?

Darling, what is it?

What are you doing?

(Henry) He's coming for us.

[heavy foot falls]

[female singing]

(Nancy) I couldn't move. I started shaking.

I was getting dizzy.

I was sure everyone in the room wanted to kill me.

[sucking sound]

Ahhhh!

I've never been so scared.

(Eric) Pointless in the end though, fear, isn't it?

[Nancy laughs]

That's your best advice, doc?

Alright. [groaning]

[Nancy laughs]

What do you think controls you?

Eh? Your body or your mind?

Your money controls me, sugar.

Oh! There you go. Fine.

Okay, okay.

I think my body and mind control each other.

- Well, let's find out.

Is this real?

Yes.

- Yes? - Yes.

The mind is incredibly creative.

It can make us see situations that appear completely real,

but are in fact nothing more than illusions,

perceptions of truth.

How did you do that?

Sometimes we all need a little help to see the difference

between reality and illusion.

And that's about taking control,

about not letting fear control you.

Because fear in the end only exists in your mind.

[banging on door]

Mmm. Alright.

Sorry to say goodnight. [banging on door]

(Arthur) I'm looking for Dr Price.

I'm Arthur Gates, Chief Legal Officer of the Winchester

Repeating Arms Company.

Really?

(Nancy) See you next week, sugar.

You're a hard man to reach, Dr Price.

(Nancy) Mm hmm.

Goodnight, Nancy.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

I'm on sabbatical.

Goodnight!

What do you want?

A prescription?

I've come to offer you employment.

(Eric) Whiskey?

(Arthur) Ah no, thank you.

Are you familiar with Sarah Winchester, Dr Price?

Ah Mrs Winchester's husband, William, was the majority

shareholder of the Winchester Repeating Arms Company.

25 years ago, William passed, leaving Mrs Winchester a rather

large inheritance, and 51 percent of the company.

Mrs Winchester also lost her only child, Annie.

It's said in her grief, she turned to a medium

spiritualist of some sort.

The medium may have taken advantage of her mental state.

That's not uncommon after a tragedy.

I can assure you, Sarah Winchester is anything

but common.

Aye, after her spiritual encounter, she moved across the

country to San Jose, where she purchased what was...

- Where's my- - ...then an eight room house.

- Maybe it's in the garden room.

- She spent the last 20 years expanding it.

Wh-what stands now is a ah gargantuan seven storeyed

structure, with no apparent rhyme or reason, no master plan,

each maze of halls more confusing than the next.

A house under never-ending construction, built on the

orders of a grieving widow, whose mind is as chaotic

as the house itself.

Over the years, she's become more and more reclusive.

Last month, the Board of Directors enacted its right to

assess Mrs Winchester's state of mind, to determine if she's

fit to control the company.

You want to take it away from her?

We're worried about her sanity, Dr Price.

We need a professional.

Any kind of diagnosis from such a long distance

would be impossible.

Well, Mrs Winchester has agreed to let you stay at the

residence, an offer that is exceedingly rare.

An unwilling patient, the long distance.

This is, this is, this is not something ordinarily I--

Name the amount.

Doesn't really work like that.

How much do you owe?

Mortgage?

Hospital expenses?

Medicine?

Three hundred.

We'll pay six...

for the appropriate assessment.

♪♪

[chuckles]

(John Hansen) Mrs Winchester requests the bay window frame be

installed by sundown.

Move with haste.

(Frank) Let me get that, sir.

- Thank you.

(Frank) Busy day of construction here, sir.

- Yes.

- Days and nights are always busy here.

Really? Nights, too?

- Right round the clock, sir. This way.

Most of the the rooms don't stay up very long,

like Mrs Winchester's garden room there.

That might not last the season.

- Really?

- Please wait in the library, sir.

I'll call for Mrs Marriot.

[construction noises]

[wind howling]

[rattling]

[rattling in cupboard ]

[deep breathing]

Jesus!

(Maid) My apologies, sir.

The door was making a terrible racket.

- No, no, no, no, no. That's quite alright.

Gave me a fright.

(Marion) Dr Price?

Yes.

Welcome. Marion Marriott, Mrs Winchester's niece.

Oh, well, it's a pleasure to meet you.

I must say, I have never quite seen a house like this.

My aunt advised me of the nature of your visit.

As you are aware, it is unfortunate timing, so I would

ask you to behave in a manner befitting the circumstance.

Unfortunate, how?

A tragedy occurred.

Oh. Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Are you carrying firearms?

Should I be?

Aunt Sarah forbids them.

Well! [chuckles]

I'm ah completely unarmed.

Good.

You, like I, like everyone, are guests in Aunt Sarah's home.

You will abide by her rules.

Understood.

You are to stay in this section of the house, the east wing.

Aunt Sarah's private domains are off limits.

Understood.

So ah, are you close to your aunt?

Is this already part of your evaluation, Dr Price?

Oh no, Ma'am, it is not.

Yes.

Aunt Sarah is an exceptional woman. She does not deserve

to be treated with anything less than complete respect.

Yes, Ma'am. Quite right.

May I?

- This is the grand ballroom,

built almost entirely without nails.

The walls and parquet floor are made of six separate hardwoods.

The silver chandelier was imported from Germany.

Follow me, doctor.

There are almost one hundred rooms in the house.

It's easy to get lost.

How ah unusual!

Aunt Sarah suffers from arthritis.

This makes climbing stairs manageable for her.

The house can be overwhelming. Do keep up.

- What is this?

It's a communication device.

Really?

- You speak into the holes and a series of pipes travel the

sound to the desired room.

[whistling]

[whistling echoes]

Ha!

Ingenious. - Yes.

You'll find many of my aunt's inventions are state-of-the-art.

I trust you'll find everything you need with the room.

Aunt Sarah will be joining us for dinner.

Perhaps you would like to freshen up beforehand.

- I very much look forward to meeting your aunt.

Aunt Sarah would not approve of you drinking before dinner hour.

Her sense of smell is still as acute as mine.

Respect her wishes.

[hammering]

You were right about me, Ruby.

I am...

a fraud.

[sucking]

[sharp inhale]

You're a phony, mm?

Oh, that feels good!

[sharp inhale]

Well, you don't know what you're doing.

[pours water]

You don't know what you're doing.

Oh yeah. You prove nothing.

Ahhh.

For Christ's sake.

[gasping/panting] Christ!

[laughing/panting]

[gasping]

Who are you? What do you want?

(Ben) Dinner will be served in ten minutes.

You're ah, you're alone, yes?

Yes, sir.

Nobody else with you?

No, sir.

No? You didn't see anyone just come out of here?

Are you alright, sir?

I'm fine. I just thought someone else was-

Well, I thought I saw someone else in my room. Ha!

Interesting.

Hmm. Look, I'm fine, yes. Dinner in ten minutes, yes?

Sir.

Good, thank you.

[mumbling]

Take it nice and easy.

Phew! There.

♪♪

[fighting sounds]

(Marion) Henry!

Stop it!

[clanking]

Henry, stop that!

Henry!

Henry! Just-

Henry, you must be very excited to spend some time in

your great aunt's house.

We're here because father died.

Well, I am very sorry for your loss, young man.

I'm not.

Henry!

It's my fault. I didn't mean to pry.

Of course you did. That's why you're here.

Yes.

Suppose so.

I recently lost someone myself.

So if you feel like discussing anything, I might be able to

provide some assistance to yourself or young Henry here.

I imagine you must be very good at your job if Aunt Sarah

chose you to be her assessor.

I had no idea she chose me herself.

I'm just hoping that I can help.

If you want to help, doctor, you can give my aunt a clean bill

of health and be on your way.

Well, I have a duty to my profession and an obligation

to my employers.

Aunt Sarah is your employer.

It is still half her company.

♪♪

(Maid) Madam!

(Augustine) Good evening, madam.

[bell rings]

♪♪

(Sarah) Dr Price.

Mrs Winchester, it's a pleasure to finally meet you.

The pleasure is due to the lawyers of the Winchester

Repeating Arms Company.

Yes.

That's probably right.

I hope everything has been to your satisfaction so far?

I cannot fault the hospitality.

- It's quite a special house, is it not?

Now that, Ma'am, is a fact beyond dispute.

Thank you.

I understand the Winchester is still considered the superior

rifle on the market, Ma'am.

Superior?

Superior at what?

Accuracy, range, stopping power.

Killing.

Indiscriminate killing.

Very superior.

You feel responsible for the misuse of your product?

If a weapon works as intended, one can hardly call it a misuse.

(Marion) Well, it can be used for good or bad,

depending on the person wielding it.

Yes.

Then again, perhaps roller-skates are a less

dangerous endeavor.

- The company is expanding, looking for other opportunities.

I understand that was at your behest, Mrs Winchester?

- It was. To the displeasure of the board.

It appears that strapping wheels to one's feet can also be a,

a perilous endeavor.

Hear, hear.

♪♪

(Ruby) Tell me the story about the farmer

who owned the old mule.

(Eric) No.

- I always liked that story.

- A delusional disorder. - Yes.

- That's what you called it. - Yes.

I don't want to talk anymore. I need you to believe me.

- I want to be with you, Ruby.

Together forever.

[gunshot]

[bells chiming]

[echoing sound]

Hello?

[weeping]

Hello?

[clunk] Ah!

[rattling]

[clunk]

[voices]

[panting, foot steps approaching]

[foot steps]

[exhale]

[squeaking]

[screaming]

Oh! Christ!

[slams door]

[laughing]

Oh, you've poisoned your mind, Eric;

you've poisoned your mind!

I need some air.

[sighing]

[wind blowing]

[squeak]

[squeaking]

[exhales]

Ohhh! Ohhh! Déjà-vu!

[construction noises]

Hey!

[voices]

Hey!

Hey!!

Move, hey!

Move! Move!

Ahhh!

Ohhh!

I see you!

Oh! Henry!

Darling!

What's happening to you, sweetheart?

Ohhh!

Thank you.

Darling, what's happening to you?

(Eric) Mrs Winchester, I really must have your full attention.

Oh, you have it, Dr Price.

Yes, but perhaps you would be more comfortable if-

- Last night was quite a traumatic event.

I'm grateful for your actions.

I fear you may have me at a, an emotional disadvantage today.

Yes, I understand.

I don't mean to pry, but has Master Henry been prone to

sleepwalking in the past?

No.

But you may know, he did witness the death of his father.

Yes.

Well, this is the first in a series of sessions I wish

to conduct. And I can assure you that today will be quite benign.

No, no, no. Let's just get straight to it, doctor.

You are here to assess my erratic behavior, are you not?

Well, erratic behavior is not the phrase that

I would've chosen, but-

No, I will speak with you truthfully.

Please.

But you will do me the same courtesy.

Of course.

Do you suffer from soldier's syndrome?

I'm sorry?

Are you an abuser of medication?

Mrs Winchester, I think it's best if I ask the questions.

Your wife, did she believe you are a good therapist?

We're not here to discuss my wife.

Your wife, Ruby?

No, we are not. And I would appreciate your honesty.

Are you an abuser of medication? - No, I'm not.

- So.

- I will share a fact with you, which you may find questionable.

But I assure you, it is a fact.

Please.

I am cursed.

Cursed, how?

Have you read my papers?

- Of course I have. - And what did they say?

Well, among many things, they say that this is the house

that spirits built.

See, profiting from such a thing as violence and death,

oh, that is a wickedness that follows you like a shadow.

Yes, we might also call those shadows 'guilt'.

But tell me, how do these shadows follow you?

I may be getting old, Dr Price, but I assure you,

I have not lost my senses.

I know the difference between illusion and reality.

I see.

Your mind rules your body.

The mind can be incredibly creative.

But it can also, at times, fail us.

My mind has never failed me.

What we see, taste and touch are interpreted and

processed to give us our truth.

And that truth can in turn be an illusion,

created, distorted, by grief.

Do you believe in ghosts, Dr Price?

No, Ma'am. Why would I?

Offering my staff that bill would be greatly appreciated.

Even the nickel inside the bill would be a respectable start.

[coin clinks]

Oh really! Silly illusions!

Do you take me for a fool?

No, Ma'am. I do not.

No more diversions from reality.

No more parlor tricks.

And your medication will have to be confiscated.

Mrs Winchester, I'm sorry, but I must insist, I'm not a child--

This is my home, Dr Price.

And I will not be-- - You will obey my rules.

If you want me to open up this house for you, you need clarity.

Do you have another question for me?

Yes, Ma'am.

Is it really necessary to confine me to quarters?

It is Madam's wish, sir.

- Hmmm.

And the condition of Master Henry?

He too is confined to quarters.

And Mrs Marriott has not left his side.

Dammit!

Sir, the members of the board eagerly await your evaluation.

I trust you will make an accurate assessment.

Regards, Arthur C Gates, Chief Legal Officer.

Sarah Winchester's psychological assessment and

mental status examination.

Dr Eric A Price, April 16, 1906.

Appearance, normal.

Hygiene, physical characteristics, all normal.

Patient struggles with the loss of her husband and child.

Her behavior is at times slightly aggressive.

Perception, visual hallucinations that patient

often refers to as shadows or ghosts.

- I feel them, their presence.

[foot steps]

Go on.

I feel their presence, their energy.

Their unfinished business has brought them here.

Do you perhaps in any way blame them for the death of your

husband and child?

I will mourn William and dear Annie always.

I love all my family very much, Dr Price.

They are the true riches of my life,

and I will do whatever it takes to protect them.

[bell chimes]

[laughs]

Can you tell me why ah, why those bells chime at midnight?

It's midnight, sir.

Well, yes.

But is there any significance to it?

It's midnight, sir.

Thank you.

[sawing]

♪♪

[wind blows]

[shivers]

[panting]

I swear, the laudanum is still in my system.

Ahhh, ahhh.

Let's just hope it's withdrawals.

It always was withdrawals - it had to be.

Had to be.

(Sarah) I have a question for you, Dr Price.

Again, Mrs Winchester, it's best if I ask-

What is it like to die?

Talking about your...

Deceased for three minutes, were you not?

You know, I keep records

of all the lives a Winchester has taken.

Hundreds have been reported; probably thousands haven't.

The guilty, the innocent - the rifle doesn't discriminate.

And many of the souls make their way to this house.

That's impressive.

As you can clearly see, I am still here. So perhaps

you could do me the kindness of taking me off that shelf.

You were shot.

I was.

This.

And it did kill me.

You kept it and refurbished it.

I did.

Why?

Well, because it's a reminder of my past.

Because it's my connection to death and to all that I've lost.

Instruments of death have a powerful connection

to the afterlife.

We hold onto mementoes to help us heal.

But sometimes, they do more harm than good.

Precisely.

So tell me, what do you think it is you're holding onto?

Have you ever been to a spiritualist?

But I understand you have.

You know, it is believed that once we've departed this world,

we can see others who have left their physical selves behind.

Is that right?

Have you ever experienced such a thing?

I can't say that I have, no.

Is it painful to die?

Mrs Winchester, w-we really must continue with this evaluation.

Please, doctor. Please.

Yes.

And then nothing.

Just a calmness.

And when I came back, it was painful again.

If that makes sense.

Yes.

Yes, because you too have experienced great pain.

Oh, grief can be far more crippling than arthritis,

doctor.

Mrs Winchester, do you blame the shadows for the loss of your

husband and child?

Were you out of your room last night?

Yes, I was.

Thank you.

Thank you for telling me the truth.

♪♪

- So, why all the noise?

Why all this construction?

- They want me to build, doctor.

The spirits killed by the rifle, they guide me.

Guide you in drawing building plans?

- Yes.

What? Why?

For the rooms, of course. You see, once their

rooms are completed, their presence grows stronger.

Hence the house that spirits built?

Yes.

The shadows that follow me, they have unfinished business.

You saw what I did last night, didn't you?

I did.

At the chime of midnight, they clamor.

[bells chiming]

The bells summon them.

They communicate through plans, drawings.

They want me to reconstruct the rooms that they died in,

then they can enter our world.

And the trouble is, I don't always know who it is

I'm speaking with. I-it could be some innocent

bystander or, or a victim of a crime, or...

someone else.

Who else, Mrs Winchester?

- Last night, a spirit more powerful than any I've

encountered endangered my family.

Who are you?

Doctor, who do you see in this room at this moment?

Just you.

Only me?

Just you.

It will take time.

You still need to clear your head.

Oh, sir!

I would like to check in on Mrs Marriott and Master Henry,

if I may.

(Augustine) I will enquire, sir.

- Perhaps, may I ask you a question?

Question, sir?

Yes. I mean tell me, have you ever seen any, any ghosts?

No, sir.

But you have heard the rumors, the stories?

I have heard tall tales.

Some taller than others.

Have you ever witnessed anything out of the ordinary?

So display cabinets along the walls and then a line of them

down the middle of the room.

(John Hansen) Yes, Ma'am.

And ah what type of Winchester would you like delivered?

Every type, every model.

(Eric) Okay, let's go back.

Tell me please what happens once these rooms are finished?

Well, the spirit's presence grows more powerful and

more...more focused.

Their voices get stronger.

And we converse.

Converse how? About what?

I show them my deep remorse.

I want to help them let go of their grief and their anger.

And how do they react?

Favorably.

Yes, mostly.

Once they are at peace, then they can move on.

We can tear down their room and then we start again.

And are there those that don't react so favorably?

Yes.

Yes, we lock them away.

How does one lock a spirit away?

Thirteen nails seals them in.

Once they find peace, we can release them and they can

leave this house.

So thirteen is a devilish number to protect you from devils?

No, no, no. That is a divine number,

to protect the cycle of life and death.

And does this divine number always work?

I mean what if a spirit simply doesn't want to be locked away?

The unmendable souls prey upon the innocent and the pure.

And by the innocent and pure, you mean Master Henry?

We can stand between them.

I and you.

With your assistance, I can help this spirit find peace.

You don't believe any of this. I understand.

Ma'am, I do not.

I do not believe in anything I cannot see or study.

Mrs Winchester, you have built this house, th-this place,

this reality. Therefore, you can control it, can you not?

Yes, perhaps.

We all have the ability to create and control

our own reality. But for some, for you, Mrs Winchester,

for you, that will mean letting go of the past.

Make your assessment, doctor.

Say what you feel is the truth about Sarah Winchester.

And if that means you lose control of your company?

Oh!

There are worse things in this world to lose than that, doctor.

I see you've finished the new room.

(John Hansen) Of course.

Must be very profitable for you,

all this working round the clock.

We all appreciate Mrs Winchester's ongoing employment,

and her creativity.

- I must say, that creativity certainly leads to some

rather odd designs.

Do you think it possible a woman of advancing years may be

susceptible to flights of fancy?

No, sir.

I do not.

Could I see inside the garden room, please?

I had one similar and I would be much obliged--

- No, sir. That room is sealed.

Therefore it's off limits.

Good day, doctor.

Well, Eric, that's going really well.

[knocking at door]

How is he?

Fine. Resting.

Has he ever been prone to behavior like that in the past?

No.

Never?

She told you, didn't she, about the Winchester curse?

Yes.

Do you believe her, or do you think she's crazy?

I think crazy is a dangerous word.

People have certain medical conditions and with the right

diagnosis and treatment, they can be helped.

- I do not believe in curses, doctor.

- Good. Nor do I. I think perhaps your son's behavior

has been triggered by the sudden death of his father.

- Yes.

- Could you tell me how your husband died?

He had demons, but not the kind that my aunt believes haunt her.

- Go on.

- Aunt Sarah's husband died suddenly of tuberculosis.

And then she lost poor Annie.

She believes our family curse is spreading.

My, my husband loved the drink more than his wife and child.

I believe that was his curse.

Now he is gone, and I'm alone,

better off in so many ways without him.

But it terrifies me.

Don't let that fear control you.

Hey, fear only exists in your mind.

When we fear the most, we must take control.

You can be a fighter. You can be a protector.

I do not feel like a protector.

Aunt Sarah is the fighter.

Yes.

She would die to save us.

Perhaps.

Have you ever loved someone so much you would die to save them?

I have.

I also knew someone who was haunted by demons, voices.

And did the time ever come when you had to protect them?

It did.

What did you do?

I died.

[door opens]

Henry!

[gunshot] Ohhh!

[cocks gun]

Henry!

Henry!

[gunshot] Ohhh!

Henry!

Henry! It's me!

[gunshot] Oh!

No!

[gun clicks empty]

Ohhh!

[grunting]

[screaming] Henry! Henry!

Stop it! Stop!

Stop Henry, stop!

Who are you?

Die!

M-Mother?

Oh Henry!

I'm so sorry, Aunt Sarah.

I've let you down and I've let Henry down.

- No, no.

This spirit has a power we've not seen before.

Oh my god!

It can take over a mind.

John, send everyone home.

Only we in this room must remain.

- Yes, Ma'am.

This child must be taken to a hospital immediately.

No, no. We must watch over him...

To a hospital immediately.

- No. No-one else will understand. He must stay here.

- This is insanity. - We will watch over him.

Dr Price may be right.

No. No. We will protect him.

We will protect him at all costs.

John, come with me.

Aunt Sarah!

- Oohh!

Ma'am, I insist that you receive medical treatment.

Seal that door.

Thirteen nails.

Now.

Now!

Yes, Ma'am.

You leave my family alone.

You speak with me.

Let's just think this through.

Please, Mrs Marriott, be rational.

Henry clearly has a trauma and needs help.

Your aunt is caught in a superstition.

We need- [rattling doors]

Thirteen hooks.

You must listen to me.

- Is the rifle room finished?

- Yes, Ma'am.

- My god! This presence is so strong.

Oh, I feel its hatred...

Oh, enough with the games!

We're taking this boy to a hospital.

We should listen to him.

- Yes! The boy tried to kill you!

No! The shadows will follow us. Wherever we go.

No, Henry will not suffer the same fate--

Henry's condition cannot be cured by witchcraft.

The boy needs a doctor.

Conditions can be cured, doctor.

Curses cannot.

- Mrs Marriott, will you listen to me?

- Marion!

- I'm, I'm, I'm going with Dr Price!

- No! Henry must stay!

- I'll make the arrangements.

Gentlemen, you'll excuse me.

No! No! Marion, please! Henry must stay.

He must stay with us.

Aunt Sarah, I must think of Henry.

I should go with him.

I will prove it to you.

Yes, I, I will.

This way.

[ringing phone]

(Woman) Operator.

[phone rings]

Winchester Repeating Arms Company.

This is Arthur Gates.

- Mr Gates, it's Dr Eric Price here.

Oh, I trust the assessment is going well, doctor.

I understand you received our letter.

It's fine, Mr Gates. But I require immediate

transportation to the nearest hospital.

Is everything alright?

Everything is fine.

Just please, a driver, as soon as possible.

Of course, right away. - Thank you.

And ah the assessment, doctor?

You'll get what you wanted. [phone slams]

Christ!

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude.

Sir, we're all deeply concerned for Master Henry's wellbeing.

If there is anything I can do to assist you, I--

Well, actually you can.

I need to get my bags, please?

Of course.

- Thank you. - Happy to help.

Hmmm.

(Ben) Mrs Winchester is truly a remarkable woman.

She knows what she's doing. She has created a vessel

for the deceased to communicate with her.

- She's certainly created some architectural oddities.

- This house, I've seen things.

(Sarah) I know this room.

Things?

The dead.

Criminals.

Lost souls who met a violent end.

You've seen them, haven't you?

Dr Price, many staff have reported hearing noises.

They come from inside rooms that have been nailed shut.

Strange occurrences in those rooms; that is why the doors

have been sealed, to keep the unruly in.

But the staff have only heard noises.

To see them, well, I believe you and I are unique.

Really?

Yes, perhaps it's all just a symptom of Mrs Winchester's

persuasive influence.

Sir, locking Mrs Marriott and her child away is only

delaying the inevitable.

- And what is the inevitable?

- They're all Winchester. They will all-

die.

[panting]

Mr Hansen!

Is she in there?

Yes, doctor.

Good. You need to hear this. Mrs Winchester, there is a man

in your employ who has clearly lost his mind. He just--

That's him!

You saw him?

You spoke with him?

Well, yes, I spoke with him just now.

The man threatened you.

Read it. Read the paper.

- 'Corporal Benjamin Joseph Block was killed during a siege at

the Winchester Repeating Arms general office.'

That's impossible.

(John) This newspaper is 20 years old.

Cruelty, grief and loss can make people do unimaginable things.

Ben lost two brothers on the battlefield.

The youngest was only 14 years old.

Their confederate muskets were no match for the Winchester

rifles of the Union Army.

They were cut down.

Ben swore revenge.

To him, the people who created the weapon that killed his

brothers were as guilty as those who pulled the trigger.

[gunshots / screaming]

He killed fifteen innocent people that day.

[gunshots]

He locked himself in the display room.

We used to call it the show-off room.

(Man) We know you're in there. We have the building surrounded.

♪ Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me... ♪

♪ Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee. ♪

Officer John Mandel told the press

'I'm extremely proud of my team, and that scum like Block

can't escape my men and their Winchesters'.

- Weapons ready!

[doors breaks open]

[gunshots]

This way.

When the bell chimes at midnight,

he'll be at his most powerful.

Do you know who the most terrifying monster is, doctor?

No.

The one you invite into your own home.

This is it.

This is the room.

This is an exact replica of the room he was killed in.

Yes.

And now that it is complete, he is in this world.

Do you see anyone, doctor?

It's impossible.

Doctor, you must believe.

It's illogical.

[gasping]

Corporal Block, please,

please feel my deep remorse

for the death of your brothers,

of James and young Harry

by the Winchester rifle.

I know all three of you feel pain and torment.

But violence cannot bring justice.

Only more suffering, and I will not allow my family

to suffer any more.

Leave this house with your brothers.

I hope together you can find peace.

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me;

♪ Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee; ♪

♪ Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day; ♪

[rattling doors]

♪ Led by the moonlight, have all passed away.

[shaking]

(Sarah) It's Ben.

[crashing / smashing / screaming]

[screaming]

(Sarah) Stop them!

No!

[screaming / groaning / panting]

[floor creaking]

Mrs Winchester?

Oh! I'll find another way to get to you!

(Marion) Henry, sweetheart, where are you?

Henry?

Henry?

[screaming / gasping]

Henry!

♪ Beautiful dreamer ♪

Henry! Henry!

Eric, this is just in your mind. Fear is just in your mind.

It is only in your mind.

[sucks air]

[bell rings]

[click]

Henry?

[shivers]

Henry, where are you?

Henry, sweetheart?

Where are you?

[creaking]

[whispers] Be free, my brothers.

[creaking]

(Woman) I always loved our garden room, sweetheart.

Ruby!

- But you let it die!

- Oh no.

- Tell me the story about the farmer, who owned the old mule.

- No.

- I always liked that story.

- They built our garden room.

- The farmer's old mule fell into his well.

Go on, Eric.

The farmer heard...

- He heard the mule crying.

[sniffs]

And it broke his heart.

- He chose to bury the animal in the well and put it out of its--

- its hardship.

- He started shoveling.

The mule realized that every time dirt fell on his back, he

could shake it off and step up.

Shovel after shovel.

- He could shake it off and he could step up...

- Shake it off.

It wasn't long before the old mule, battered and exhausted,

stepped over the wall of that well.

What should have buried him...

Saved him.

And he overcame...

This is not real.

This is not happening. You are not real.

I've tried to be a good wife.

The voices are not real, Ruby.

They were never real. They were just inside your head.

All these years, all I wanted was for you to believe me but...

- I should have put you in care. - You never did.

I should have put you in care.

Just something that can be diagnosed and treated,

like any other crazy person.

Yes. I did. I made a mistake.

I'm sorry.

A delusional disorder. - Yes.

That's what you called it. - Yes.

Put the gun down, Ruby, please. We can talk about this.

I don't want to talk anymore.

I need you to believe me.

I don't know what I believe anymore.

Someone like you never will.

Please, Ruby, don't.

Please, I'm lost without you, Ruby.

I'm lost without you.

Don't do it. No!

[gunshot]

[whimper]

[gunshot]

You can go on.

You need to let go of your guilt,

so that I can let go of mine,

and see the truth.

- I'm so sorry.

Mrs Winchester, are you alright?

- This spirit is destroying the balance of this house.

It has to be stopped.

Master Henry and Marion, we need to find them.

Seal that door.

Ben must not leave.

♪ Beautiful dreamer... ♪

Henry?

♪ Starlight and dewdrops are waiting- ♪

[rattle]

♪ Sounds of the rude world, ♪

♪ heard in the day; ♪

♪ Led by the moonlight, ♪

♪ have all passed away. ♪

Thirteen.

- Sit.

Sarah, I can see them.

I can see all of them.

- You're the only one who can.

You believe?

I do.

I do.

Dead for three minutes, killed by the Winchester rifle.

You are connected to this house.

Yes.

Henry!

I'm not afraid.

[echoing] I'm not afraid.

I, I won't let fear control me.

Henry!

Henry!

Oh please, please come back to me!

[clanks]

Marion and Henry are in grave danger.

The only way to save them is to stop Ben here and now.

Ben, leave my family alone.

You speak to me.

[cracking]

Talk to me...

now.

[groans]

Sarah!

[gasp]

Corporal Block is in this room.

[distorted voice] Winchesters are a vile plague!

This whore bitch has to die!

Sarah, fight him!

My brothers were killed by the rifle, murdered by this

instrument of death...

Fight him!

...that killed your wife.

Sarah, control this! Control it!

[gasping]

Be present, Sarah! Be present.

I want you to suffer.

[cocks gun]

Marion is mine.

Henry is mine!

- Sarah, no! Fight it! - An eye for an eye!

Get off me!

These vermin profit from death.

Sarah, fight him!

No more!

[gunshots]

[glass shatters]

Oh! Seal the floor, doctor.

Thirteen nails. Hurry!

His rage is endless.

But he can be stopped.

- How?

- By something, something in this room.

He's afraid of something.

I felt it.

His gun!

That's twelve!

This is the gun...

[gunshots]

he used to kill.

Do you see him?

No.

There. Done!

Now he's locked in.

And so are we.

[bell rings]

[foot steps]

Ben, show yourself.

Show yourself!

[clinks]

Your anger will never defeat us.

[gasp]

[gunshot]

You took everything from me!

Ahhh!

[gunshot / smashing glass]

(Eric) They're going right through him!

You saw him?

Yes!

(Marion) Who's there?

You're there.

You are there amongst the dead.

It's not the gun.

He's afraid of something else.

You kept it and refurbished it.

All because it's a reminder of my past.

- Instruments of death have a powerful connection

to the afterlife.

- What should have killed him, saved him.

Ben, we can help you be free of your torment.

I'm a mother...

[foot steps]

a fighter.

Show yourself.

A protector.

And I am not afraid.

(Ruby) See the truth.

[guns cocking]

[gunshot]

Yes!

He's at peace.

He has joined his brothers.

You've done it.

They're gone.

Everybody else, go back to your rooms-

all of you.

♪♪

[coughing]

Oh! Henry!

Henry!

Henry! Oh, Henry!

♪♪

Dear Mr Gates, below you will find my psychological assessment

and mental status examination of Mrs Sarah Lockwood Winchester.

It was conducted at her home between the dates of April 12 to

April 19, 1906, and prepared at the request of the Winchester

Repeating Arms Company. In my professional opinion,

after having observed Mrs Winchester for the past week,

it is my conclusion that she is of sound mind and body, and is

fit to continue in her role with the Winchester Repeating Arms

Company, for as long as she desires such a burden.

Yours truly, Dr Eric A Price.

It's time for us both to leave this house.

I'll always miss you.

♪♪

Thank you, Dr Price, for your help.

Young man.

Thank you.

Time for me to say goodbye.

Ruby loves you.

That did not stop after her death.

You know that, don't you?

I do.

You know, in spite of everything, you really-

do have a beautiful home.

What are you going to next?

Rebuild, of course.

Of course.

♪♪