"# [Singing] A stranger, out of place in time, on an impossible quest, sent to right the unrightable wrong, to fight the unbeatable foe." "# And the wild winds of fortune will carry me onward #" "# Oh, whithersoever they blow #" "# Whithersoever #" "# They blow #" "# Onward to glory #" "# I go #" "[Thunderclaps]" "[Thinking] Uh-oh." "If this is glory, something tells me I'm in big trouble." "[Thunderclaps Continue]" "Did you hear him?" "Oh, boy." "Julian." "You must have heard him." "I don't think so." "But he kept calling my name over and over again." ""Troian!" "Troian!" Troian." "Please tell me you heard him." "Look, i-i-it's gonna pour." "Um... we better head for cover." "In there's not exactly what I had in mind." "[Dog Howling]" "Hurry!" "These areJulian's voice prints, aren't they?" "It's not my imagination." "This proves it's real." "[Clears Throat] Well, there... there is something here." "How can that be?" "Julian's been dead for three years." "What you need is a warm fire and a hot toddy." "We don't allow fires at Claridge House." "Why not?" "It's my fault." "I should have had the chimneys cleaned before reopening the house after three years." "The birds and, uh, other animals make their nests in the chimney." "A fire could be dangerous." "So would be pneumonia." "[Thunderclap]" "I've just cleaned the floor." "Sorry." "I'll prepare your drinks." "If it's not too much trouble." "If you wanted to, uh, save me from some trouble, Doctor, you wouldn't be here." "[Scoffs]" "Miss Stoltz." "Dr. Mintz is my guest." "And as long as I'm mistress here, he will be made to feel welcome." "As you wish, Mistress Claridge." "Hey, Sis, just in case you two missed them, those things in the hall closet, they're umbrellas." "Jimmy, I heard Julian's voice again." "Oh, Sis." "Dr. Mintz has finally got proof." "Well, I'll just bet you do, quack." "Troian." "Uh-huh?" "Julian is dead, and he's not coming back." "It's terrible and it's unfair, but that's the way it is, Sis." "I know Julian is dead." "Then why do you believe he's talking to you?" "Because I heard his voice." "Are you sure it's not the quack's?" "I'm tired of you putting Dr. Mintz down." "He's an accredited parapsychologist, and he's here to help me." "The man has got degrees in..." "[Jimmy] Yeah, in voodoos, vampires and zombies." "[Disgusted Sigh] What, no denials?" "I don't believe in vampires." "[Troian] Jimmy, I don't want to believe it either, but I heard Julian's voice." "He was calling me, calling me out to the family crypt." "I don't know." "Maybe I am losing my mind." "Look, Sis, why don't you get out of those wet things... before you catch your death?" "I am cold." "I think I'll go up to my room, take a hot bath, get some rest." "Would you ask Miss Stoltz to bring my toddy to my room, please?" "I'll bring it up myself." "Good night, Dr. Mintz." "[Jimmy] I shelled out a lot ofbucks to real doctors just to get her head straight afterJulian's death." "She came this close to entering a rubber room, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you put her there now." "Listen... pal, I'm not here to hurt your sister." "No." "No, you're just here to find a ghost... so you can cash in on the big bucks, huh?" "The lecturing circuit, a book, maybe even a movie." "And ifTroian goes bonkers in the process, who cares, right?" "She's rich." "She can check into a nice, private loony bin." "I'll bet you'd even visit her..." "once or twice." "Your toddies are ready." "[Thunderclaps] I think you should take your sister her drink." "[Loud Thunderclap]" "Thank you." "A Mrs. Little called from the Lakeview Weekly." "She was going to come up with some, uh, clippings you requested." "Clippings." "Uh, yeah." "Well, yeah." "I was having her do some..." "well, look some information up for me." "I told her you'd drive into town in the morning... and pick them up." "That's a very good idea." "The storm is getting nasty." "It has nothing to do with the storm." "[Loud Thunderclap]" "Strangers aren't welcome here." "Uh!" "I don't know if I'd drink that, Sam." "How long have you been here?" "Long enough to know I wouldn't drink a toddy made by Lucrezia Borgia." "[Chuckles] She gives me the shivers." " I think she can see me." " Come on, Al!" "You're imagining things." "Well, who wouldn't, in a place like this?" "It reminds me of an abandoned house in my old neighborhood... that was so scary nobody would ever go near it." "It was a perfect place for me to take Moira Boichek to..." "Al!" "Go bump in the night." " Just give me the data." " Okay, okay, okay, okay." "Your name is Dr. Timothy Mintz, [Whirring] parapsychologist at Stanford University, trying to make contact..." "with the other side." "Unfortunately, you've never succeeded." "That's because there are no such things as ghosts." "Be careful, Sam." "Ziggy says this is a very s-strange house." "I know." "It's damp, and it's cold, and you can't make a fire in the fireplace." "I'm serious, Sam." "Do you know that all the Claridges in that family boneyard... have died violent and unnatural deaths?" "I don't believe that." "Well, I'm just giving you Ziggy's data." "[Groans] Okay." "And anyway, the odds are that's why you're here." "Troian." "Troian Giovanni Claridge." "She used to be a successful illustrator of gothic romances, most of them written by her husband, Julian." "She stopped painting three years ago... when the husband..." "drowned... in that lake out there." "The body was never found." "And she never got over his death." "Al, I think I'm..." "I think this Dr. Mintz... might be driving her over the edge with all this mumbo jumbo." "It's not mumbo jumbo, Sam." "This Tim Mintz is legit as they come." "Besides, I think he's crazy about her." "What?" "Well, I just came from the waiting room." "Even though Mintz thinks he was abducted by aliens, all he can worry about is Troian, and for good reason... because in two days, unless you can do something to prevent it," "she's gonna drown in the same lake that her husband did... three years ago." "[Dog Howling]" "[Ghostly Male Voice] Troian." "Julian?" "[Sparking]" "[Thunderclaps]" "[Gasps]" "What happened?" "The storm knock the power out?" "No." "It was the boogeyman." "[Gasps]" "Julian?" "[Troian Screams]" "That's the door toJulian's study." "It's been locked since the day he died." "[Screaming]" "What is it?" "[Crying]" "Oh, my God." "It's the painting she was working on forJulian's last book." "I thought you destroyed it." "I did!" "I threw it in the lake." "[Troian Continues Crying]" "[Troian] Julian was in the rowboat posing for the painting." "He was usually good for a half an hour, but that day, after 10 minutes, he was bored." "He started clowning around." "Before I realized it, he was in the lake." "He was a superb swimmer." "When he didn't come to the surface, I thought he was playing a game, trying to frighten me." "By the time I realized anything was actually wrong, it was too late." "You can't swim?" "No." "All I could do was scream." "I never saw him again." "Just heard him?" "Yes." "When was the first time you heard him?" "The night they stopped searching for his body." " Have you ever heard him anywhere besides here?" " No." "Do you ever see him?" "No." "Do you want to?" "Of course I want to." "Why?" "To talk to him, to tell him how much I love him, how much I miss him." "And how angry you are with him." "Angry?" "Wh..." "Why would I be angry with Julian?" "For drowning, for leaving you." "[Sighs]" "He's dead, and I'm angry?" "How selfish do you think I am?" "Just enough to be human." "You think I miss him so much, I'm imagining hearing him." "It's possible, Troian." "No." "No, I heard his voice!" "He sent that painting." "Why would Julian send the painting?" "Because I broke my promise." "[Sobs]" "I promised him that we would grow old together, that our love would keep him safe here, that he would not die like the rest of the Claridges." "Troian, we're not responsible for promises beyond our power to keep, no matter how sincerely made." "[Troian] I can't stand the thought ofhim down there, all alone, in the cold," "in the dark." "[Ghostly Voice] Troian." "Get your breath." "Get your breath." "Get your breath." "I'm sorry." "I got dizzy." "Look, it's my fault." "I'm being incredibly insensitive." "I'm so..." "I'm..." "No." "You're trying to help." "I know that." "Miss Stoltz will be serving dinner." "She gets upset if we're late." "Whose house is it?" "Sometimes I wonder." "I'll tell you what I think, pal." "That lake is so ice cold... thatJulian needs someone to cuddle him." "Al!" "Well, can you think of a better explanation for what's been going on in this place?" "Yes." "Someone is trying to drive Troian insane." " Who?" " [Sighs] I don't know." "My first vote would be for Miss Stoltz." "What's Ziggy got on her?" "Uh... not much." "She's a house... uh, keeper... that Troian hired afterJulian died." "She takes care of this fun house." "Sam, wouldn't you like to take Troian away for a weekend... to Vegas?" "Ah, to save her life." "She's gonna drown in the black lagoon tomorrow." "I am not gonna let that happen." "Al, if I take her away, it's just gonna postpone the inevitable." "The brother..." "What do we got on the brother?" "Brother." "Uh, he majored in golf." "He dabbles in investment." "It's not the brother." "It's not Miss Stoltz." "It's the Claridges in that mausoleum... and the three of them at the bottom of the lake." "Three?" "This family has suffered more drownings than unwanted kitty cats." "It all started in 1840, when Nathaniel Claridge caught his wife, Priscilla, with the butler in the attic in flagrante." "He drowned them both in the lake, and their bodies have never been found." "Al, I don't care how many Claridges are in the lake." "None of them are calling out to Troian... or leaving fish tracks in the study." "Well, maybe there is a... a more natural explanation." "Thank you." "What?" "Troian." "Maybe she's gaslighting herself." "Why?" "I don't know." "My money's still on the ghost." "You know, Al, this ghost-hunting equipment that Dr. Mintz has placed around the estate, it's not bad for '71." "It's designed to pick up a wide spectrum of electrical activity, including brain waves." "Get a load of this." "It picked up my leap-in last night." "You're kidding." "No, here it is." "That's me... arriving." "Well, wait." "What..." "What's that?" "Uh..." "That one." "Well, I'm-I'm not sure about that." "It resembles a voice pattern, but, um, there's something weird about it." "Yeah, right." "That was made by a ghost." "It was not made by a ghost." "There is no such things as ghosts." "That was a ghost." " If you tell me..." " Damn you, Mintz!" "What did I do now?" "This." "[Al] Yikes." " Gives me the creeps." " You should have thought about that before you started this ghost hunt." "I'd really hoped to never see another one." "I don't blame you." "Changing your voice isn't gonna scare me." "See, I don't believe in ghosts, quack." "I never have and I never will." "Sam, he can hear me, so I'm out ofhere." "Oh, voice throwing." "This is getting good." "And sound effects." "Creating last night's little episode must've been real easy for a man of your talents." "I wasn't responsible for last night." "I don't believe you, quack." "You want a ghost so bad that you'll do anything to create one, even drive my sister to the nuthouse." "Well, I'm not gonna let that happen." "If I were you, man," "I would pack up my little Ouija board and be gone by dawn." "[Sam Narrating] I'd spent the night reading one ofJulian and Troian's novels." "It was really quite wonderful." "An incredibly romantic tale ofbittersweet love and deep tragedy." "It might have been too dark, were it not for Troian's illustrations." "They were whimsical and full oflife, not at all like her nightmare painting, which depicted only darkness and death." "[Dog Howling]" "[Howling Continues]" "[Loud Howling]" "[Howling Continues]" "[Ghostly Voice] Troian." "Troian." "[Door Closes]" "[Dog Howling]" "[Panting]" "Troian." "[Door Creaking]" "Julian." "Julian!" "I'm here." "[Rumbling]" " [Troian Screams]" " Troian?" "No." "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "No, no, no!" "Troian?" "Julian?" " Hang on!" " [Screaming]" "[Screaming]" "Tim!" "[Screaming Continues]" "[Screaming] They're trying to kill me!" "Troian, it's an earthquake." "[Whimpers]" "Come on." "We gotta get out of here." "[Groans] You okay?" "Yeah." "I think so." "I hurt my leg a little bit." "[Panting]" "I thought they were trying to..." "[Laughing] kill me." "No, an earthquake was trying to kill you." "Ouch." "A terrifying, deadly, but quite natural phenomenon." "Ah." "Well, nothing's broken." "Let's see if you can stand on it." "It's all right." "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh." "Can you walk back to the house?" "I'm sure I can." "Thank you, Dr. Mintz." "What, do I have to play Indiana Jones again to get you to call me by my first name?" "What?" "You called me Tim when you were trapped back there." "I did?" "Yeah." "I'm sorry, Dr. Mintz." "It was presumptuous of me to address anyone by their given name... unless, of course, they're married or related by blood." "Are you serious?" "No." "[Sighs] [Laughing]" "Oh, I..." "That's nice." "I like it when you laugh." "Oh." "[Both Laughing]" "I don't know if the earthquake damaged this old boob tube... or if it's just on the fritz." "Hey, Stoltzie, was this thing okay before the shake, rattle and roll?" "I wouldn't know." "I never watch... television." "What do you watch, uh, Miss Stoltz?" "Never television." "Oh, come on." "[Laughing]" "Fess up." "I bet you're hooked on The Twilight Zone." "If you no longer need me, Mistress Claridge, I'll red up the kitchen." "Why don't you do that?" " [Sam Snorts] - [Troian Laughing]" ""Red up the kitchen"?" "What is that?" "Pennsylvania Dutch." "I think she's Mennonite or Amish." "How'd you find her?" "AfterJulian died, I ran an ad in the, uh, Lakeview Weekly, and she was the only one who answered it." "She said she worked here as a girl." "She certainly knew her way around." "And I was just relieved to have someone who would stay here." "But she's not so bad once you get used to... her rather melodramatic way of speaking." "Ah, something must be loose back here." "The signal's breaking up coming in." "Oh, here it is." "A little chewing gum and some tin foil." "[Man Talking, Indistinct] Bingo." "[Man On TV] The breakage of gas lines has led to hundreds of fires throughout the city." "Jimmy is a genius when it comes to anything electronic." "Always has been." "Why don't you design something to predict earthquakes?" "We may have already discovered a rudimentary earthquake detector." "What do you mean?" "I think the dogs may have been howling because they sensed the quake was coming." "This equipment picked it up too." "See, these lines might represent shifts in the electromagnetic energy that preceded the earthquake." "Are you saying that these aren'tJulian's voice prints?" "Well, I'm just saying we should keep our minds open about any possibilities." "What about the painting?" "What's your explanation for that, Doctor?" "Why are you getting angry?" "Because I heard Julian's voice." "If it isn't real, I imagined it, and if I imagined it, I'm..." "You're not psychotic." "Oh, merely hallucinatory." "Look, Troian." "Please..." "Why are you looking for another explanation?" "I thought you wanted to prove thatJulian was haunting this house as much as I did." "I just want to find the truth." "The truth is thatJulian will not let go." "[TVAnnouncer] At least 30 survivors have been pulled from the building, with many more..." "I'm gonna start upstairs." "I'll see you for lunch." "Oh, not me." "I'm goin'to L.A." "I want to see this in person." "It's a disaster area." "They don't need any gawkers." "What's the matter, Doc?" "Sis catching' on to you?" "Don't blow your cool, man." "Hey." "Good ol' Dr. Mintz." " Anybody in here with you?" " Nobody that could hear you." "Dark in here." "I can hardly see you." "Yikes!" "Come here." "Wait a second." "Come back." "Come back here." "There's..." "No, there's dead people in here." "I can't believe how silly you're acting." "This is ridiculous." "You're a grown man." "Do you realize how scared other people would be... if they could see you walk through doors and walls that don't exist?" "There's nothing scary about a hologram." "It's scientifically explainable." "But how do you explain..." "ghosts?" "There are no such things as ghosts." "You say that in the middle of all of this?" "These are skeletons, not ghosts." "I think I saw that one move." "Al, if you could just help me, please." "Mintz's equipment is a lot more sophisticated than I thought." "Yeah, tell me about it." "That damn thing is allowing other people to hear me." "I know." "IfJimmy had half of a brain, he'd realize that no one is that good of a ventriloquist." "[Sighs] Now, you think it's picking you up through my brain waves or direct?" "I don't know, and I don't care." "All I know is I don't want anyone other than you hearing me." "Unless it's women." "You mean, like that blonde?" "Blonde?" "[Disgusted Grunt] I'm not into necrophilia." "At last, something sexual he's not into." "Not funny, Sam." "Look, if you could just show me how we can alter these circuits... to pick up low-voltage battery emissions." "Oh, just start by unhooking that hot pink wire." "Hot pink?" "Julian." "Tell me what you want." "Julian, I'm taking your silence... as good-bye." "[Ghostly Voice] Troian." "It's working." "Of course it's working." "It's picking up a transmission..." "a battery transmission in the tomb." "[Dog Howling]" "Ah-ha." "[Laughing]" "I think we found it, Al." "[Machinery Clicking]" "Whoo!" "Oh." "This is a fresh one." "1948?" "Well, it could still have... yucky stuff." "[Hammer Tapping] Geez, Sam." "[Dog Howling]" "Ah, look at this!" "Do I have to?" "Here's your ghost." "Aah!" "Oh, Sam." "Ha, ha, ha." "Don't do that." "That's a very quiet ghost." "I can hear the tape hiss." "Thank God for disks." "[Dog Howling]" "Troian." "Would it be possible to record a voice... only to be heard by ears sensitive to high frequencies?" "[Dog Howling] You mean, like dogs?" "Yeah, and some people, usually women." "Be tricky." "Would take an electronic genius." "Yeah, I know." "Sam, this thing is remote-controlled and gang-loaded." "If there were any other recorders around, you might have started them too when you started..." "Sam?" "Sam!" "Wait!" "I can locate Troian." "Sa..." "Gooshie?" "Have Ziggy center me on Troian." "Troian?" "Troian." "Troian." "Troian?" "[Dog Howling] [Sighs]" "Oh, God!" "What?" "I don't wanna hear about "we can't get a lock."" "You tell Ziggy if he doesn't center me on Troian right now," "I'm going to feed his sex-sensory microchips... to Tina's crocodile!" "[Dog Howling]" "Julian, I love you." "You must know that." "[Dog Howling]" "Do I have to join you to prove it?" "[Whispers] No." "Then what do you want?" "I want you to live." "But the painting..." "why are we together under the lake?" "Because that's where I need you, Sis." "I really thought I could quietly drive you to the funny farm, but I see that's not gonna happen." "You see, I got this I.O.U. to these bad dudes in Vegas." "And now I gotta kill my sister." "Talk about your bad days." "Stop it!" "I wish I could." "Fiscal year's ending, and when you find out how much of your bread I've spent, you're really gonna flip." "You'll revoke my power of attorney, start running things your way again." " You're insane." " Not technically." "See, I know the difference between right and wrong." "I just choose wrong." "Now, why don't you do us both a favor and step off the dock?" "Jimmy!" "Julian's waiting." "[Whispering] No, he's not." " How did you do that?" " She didn't." "Oh, doing a little yin yang on me?" "[Laughing]" "[Quiet Crying]" "[Water Splashing] Jimmy, let me help you." "Sure, Sis." "Jump." "Jimmy." "[Dog Howling]" "Jimmy." "No!" "Spook games are over." "Jimmy." " You gonna jump, or do I have to push you?" " Jimmy!" "I'm not gonna die forJulian, and I'm damn well not gonna die for you." "I'm gonna hate this." "Jimmy." "Stop!" "Run." "Run, baby, run!" "No!" "No." "Let go, Jimmy!" "Stop!" "Let me go!" "Stop!" "Jimmy!" "No!" "Gooshie, center me on Sam now!" "Sam, Troian's 10 feet over that way, eight feet down!" "Come on, Sam." "Hurry up." "Another five feet, and she's gone!" "[Gasping, Coughing]" "[Gasps, Coughing]" "Unbelievable." "Look at these clothes." "I think you'll find this is Nathaniel Claridge's wife, and this is his butler." "He drowned them over 131 years ago." "I don't know if I can handle this, Tim." "Yes, you can." "My brother tried to drive me insane." "He wanted to kill me." "How can I live with that?" "He was sick, Troian." "Very sick." "I know it's no excuse, but that's what you have to remember." "I want to." "You survived Julian's death... and all the horrors thatJimmy put you through." "You'll survive this too." "That's the difference between you and your brother." "You're a survivor." "There's, uh, no sign of your brother, Mrs. Claridge." "I'm sorry." "He drowned trying to save you, did he?" "Yes." "Who are the bodies?" "Well, sir, I believe that one of'em is Mrs. Claridge's husband." "Julian?" "No, no." "No." "Look, he... he drowned over three years ago." "Well, Mrs. Little says the other two bodies have been down there over a hundred years." "This lake is deep." "The temperature at the bottom must be around freezing." "They look better than some I've seen fresh dead." " Why would they come up now?" " The quake." "Must have shook 'em free." "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm gonna have to ask you to identify your husband." "I'm scared, Tim." "I'm here." "Yes, you are." "Julian." "Mrs. Claridge?" "I'm so sorry." "If there's anything I can do..." "No." "You've all been very kind." "If you'd like to come up, I'll have my housekeeper, Miss Stoltz, put on some hot tea and coffee." "Miss Stoltz." "Yes." "Do you know her?" "No, but it's quite a coincidence." "Uh, Nathaniel's wife, Priscilla, was a Stoltz." "Yes, um, a Mennonite, I believe, from Pennsylvania." "[Gasps]" "What's wrong?" "You two look like you've seen a ghost." "Oh, boy."