"Good afternoon, Miss Gault." "Good afternoon, Judson." "I'd like to see..." "Hello, Kate." "What do you want?" "Will you tell Guy that I would like to see him?" "I'm afraid he doesn't wish to see you." "I shall have to hear that from Guy himself." "Oh, really, Kate, don't you think... at least I deserve an explanation?" "Very well." "Will you please wait here?" "I'm sorry." "Guy does not wish to see you." "I told you I'd have to hear that from Guy himself." "Guy?" "Emily." "Emily, you... you shouldn't have come here." "So I understand." "But, Guy, don't you think I deserve something... a little more than a letter?" "Look at me and tell me you don't love me." "My darling, I do love you... very much." "That's why I sent you that letter... because I do love you." "Now, darling, please go away and forget you ever met me." "I know what happened, Guy." "My father told me." "Did he tell you why?" "Despite what he thinks..." "I didn't run away from what was inside that coffin... but from what I knew to be inside me." "I..." "I don't understand." "I'd hoped to spare you this." "If you do understand, then you'll realize..." "Why there can never be a marriage between us." "Come with me." "Where does this lead?" "Below." "Are you all right?" "Yes, I..." "I think so." "Do you want to go back?" "No." "No." "You've often expressed a wish to meet the rest of my family." "Well, here they are... all my ancestors, famous and infamous... laid here to..." "what is the term?" "To rest." "From the beginning, death has come... to the Carrells like an assassin... but the least fortunate of all was my father." "How did he die?" "Like a single candle in a dark and airless room." "Emily, my father..." "Guy." "Kate, why are you here?" "It's time for your medicine." "Oh, yes." "I'd forgotten." "I'm sorry." "Thank you." "What medicine?" "Laudanum." "Guy, is this the cause of..." "No." "Not a cause." "An effect." "Without it, I couldn't sleep." "Guy, tell me." "I should never have gone with your father... and those other doctors that night." "I'm interested only in private research." "I can never forget that poor wretch..." "Whose grave they robbed." "His staring eyes... his clutching hands... his fingernails broken and bloody... from the vain attempt to claw away... the lid of that coffin." "You see, all this has a special meaning for me, Emily." "For years, I've lived in dread... of being buried alive." "Can you possibly conceive it?" "The unendurable oppression of the lungs... the stifling fumes of the damp earth... the rigid embrace of the coffin... the blackness of absolute night... and the silence... like an overwhelming sea." "And then, invisible in the darkness... but all too hideously real to the other senses... the presence of the conqueror worm." "Guy!" "I'm sorry." "These are just morbid fantasies." "I'm afraid not." "Every member of my family... has met with a violent and horrible death." "I now wait my turn." "How did your father die?" "Catalepsy." "Do you know what that is?" "When it strikes... the victim gives every outward sign of being dead." "But he's not dead." "He's alive." "I was barely 13 when my father was stricken." "Doctor said it was a heart attack... and there was a funeral... and he was sealed in this vault." "That night..." "I heard him crying out... a pitiful, desperate cry." "I begged with them." "I pleaded with them." ""He's alive." "He's alive", I said... but no one would believe me." "Because it wasn't true." "It was!" "I heard him." "In your mind." "No, Kate." "It would be easier for me to accept that." "But I know the truth." "God help me, I know the truth!" "My father's inheritance and my wedding gift to you... catalepsy." "Now you know why I asked your forgiveness." "There's nothing to forgive." "But you must understand..." "I understand that I love you... and that I want to be your wife." "Miss Gault..." "My brother is ill." "Then I shall nurse him back to health." "Emily..." "Guy, if you love me..." "if you really love me... you won't shut me out of your life." "You'll let me share it with you." "You want that?" "After what you've heard?" "More than ever before." "Tell her, Guy." "Tell her." "Kate... you've been most considerate... and you've always thought of my welfare." "That is true." "But in some things, I must make my own decisions." "Of course." "Then I take it you have made your decision?" "I have." "Then let it be on your own head." "Do you, Guy... take Emily to be your lawful wedded wife... for better, for worse, in sickness and in health..." "So long as ye both shall live?" "I do." "Do you, Emily, take Guy... to be your lawful wedded husband... for better, for worse... in sickness and in health..." "So long as ye both shall live?" "I do." "If there be any here who know just cause..." "Why these two should not be joined together... in holy matrimony... let him speak now or forever hold his peace." "The ring, please." "Repeat after me." "With this ring, I thee wed." "Then I do pronounce you man and wife." "Champagne, Lady Catherine?" "Thank you." "Oh, yes, a beautiful ceremony." "A toast... to the most beautiful bride... and the most fortunate groom who ever lived." "May they be happy to the end of their days." "No, Guy." "Not in front of everyone." "Well, then, you'd better go and play something... before I lose control completely." "Isn't she beautiful?" "Very." "Are you enjoying yourself, father?" "Hmm?" "Don't stop playing, Emily." "It's lovely." "I want to wish you every happiness." "Thank you, Miles." "You're going to Venice... for the honeymoon, I understand." "What was that?" "I..." "I'm sorry." "I inquired if you were going to Venice for your honeymoon... and I'm not accustomed to people..." "Carrell!" "Forgive me, please." "What the devil's the matter with the fella?" " Emily." " Yes, darling?" "That melody you're playing..." "what is it?" ""Molly Malone"." "Don't you like it?" "No." "Please stop playing." "But it's a charming melody." "I said please stop playing it!" "I'm sorry." "I..." "Is there anything I can do, Guy?" "No, nothing." "I'll come with you, Guy." "No." "Please leave me alone!" "All of you, leave me alone, please!" "Guy." "Guy, darling." "Please wake up." "They've all gone now." "Yes, Emily." "Are you feeling better?" "I think so." "What's the matter, Guy?" "What happened to you down there?" "I can't remember, exactly." "I was talking with your father, and then..." "And then what?" "The music." "Something about the music you were playing." "What was it about the music?" "It was the tune he was whistling that night." "Who was?" "There were two of them." "Sweeney and Mole were their names." "Oh, filthy, disgusting creatures." "They were the ones who opened the grave... and all the time whistling that loathsome tune." "Darling..." "Now we're alone." "Alone." "Just the two of us." "Together." "What was that?" "I don't know." "It sounded like a scream." "Stay here." "King." "King, old fellow." "He is dead." "It must have been the lightning." "We'll bury him." "As you wish." "Now let us go in out of the rain, Guy." "Why, he was only stunned." "I was going to bury him." "Guy." "I was going to bury him... alive!" "Sketching?" "Out here?" "No, not sketching, really." "Making plans." "For the house?" "You're very inquisitive." "Well, I'm married now... and wives are supposed to be inquisitive." "And husbands are supposed to be secretive." "However, I'll tell you one of my secrets... a very closely guarded one." "I possess the ability to kiss a woman without touching her." "Oh, Guy, really." "You don't believe me?" "I'll wager you a shilling." "All right." "I'll accept your wager." "Come on." "Show me this miracle." "With pleasure." "There you are." "What about your wager?" "Oh, I lose the wager." "Here's your shilling." "It was worth much more, believe me." "Guy." "Yes, dear?" "What about our honeymoon?" "You promised you'd take me to Venice, remember?" "Aren't you happy here?" "Oh, yes, of course... but, well, you're on your own so much... and I worry about you." "You must be patient with me." "All right." "In the meantime..." "I'll brighten up that dreary old house." "There." "Look." "Aren't they lovely?" "Take them away!" "Guy, don't be so ill-tempered." "I can't bear living in a house without flowers... and neither should you." "Just throw them away!" "I loathe flowers." "You must promise never to bring... those sickly funeral decorations into the house." "Guy, I was only..." "You must promise!" "All right." "I promise." "Milady?" "Yes, Judson." "Dr. Archer has arrived, milady." "Oh." "Show him in, please." " This way, sir." " Thank you, Judson." "Emily." "Miles, dear, how kind of you to come." "I came directly." "I received your message." "Is something wrong?" "Yes." "Guy is ill." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." "I suppose it's the Italian climate." "But we didn't go to Italy." "But I thought..." "We've been here in this house... ever since the day we were married." "I don't understand." "Neither do I." "All I know is that Guy is ill... and you've got to help him, Miles." "My dear, surely your father... has done everything that can be done." "My father has done nothing." "To him, Guy is a perfectly healthy man... but that isn't true... and you must do something to help him, Miles." "If you don't, something terrible will happen." "He's a completely changed man." "I don't even recognize him." "Well, I'll do whatever I can." "Why don't you take me to him?" "Thank you, Miles." "I'll just get my wrap." "Your wrap?" "It's chilly on the moors." "Emily..." "Where is he?" "There." "He started building it a month ago." "Guy?" "Yes?" "Let me in." "Go away." "I'm busy." "Guy, please open the door." "Emily, didn't you understand me?" "I said I..." "Hello, Guy." "Hello, Miles." "I'm glad to see you." "I must apologize." "I was very rude." "Yes, Guy, you were." "Very rude." "You see, I've been quite ill." "So I understand." "Guy, I have brought Miles along... to see if he can help you." "That's very solicitous, but quite unnecessary." "I'm helping myself now." "How, Guy?" "How?" "Come inside." "I'll show you." "This is it... my grand plan." "What shall it be?" "Some liqueur, brandy, amontillado?" "Guy, I brought..." "Now, let us drink to something appropriate..." "To death." "Not drinking?" "What a pity." "It's really quite good." "Guy." "Yes, my dear?" "You wish to say something?" "No." "Well, in that case... let me tell you about my latest addition." "I thought of it the night before last." "Of course, it's highly unlikely I shall ever use it... but one never knows, does one?" "Permits of easy egress... and it's completely impassable from the outside." "A simple arrangement, I grant, but effective." "Guy, this is madness." "Madness?" "It's the only Sane answer to my problem." "I'll show you just how mad I am." "I suppose she's told you my father was a cataleptic?" "No, but that doesn't mean that..." "And I am prone to the same affliction." "Very well." "Let us consider the following." "Apropos of nothing at all, I have an attack." "Let us say it happens during dinner." "Emily sends Judson to fetch a doctor." "The doctor arrives, he examines me... and pronounces me dead." "I am, of course, alive." "You know the nature of catalepsy." "But to the rest of the world, I am gone... passed on, deceased." "So a funeral is held... and I'm brought down here to this vault... and placed in this coffin." "The mourners have departed... the doors are both locked... and I'm alone." "Now, pay close attention." "Now, the slightest movement of my finger... caused that to happen." "I am now free of the casket... but I'm still capable of only slight effort." "So..." ""But", you say, "supposing no one hears the bell"?" "The departing mourners lock both the doors." "But is that really foolproof?" "What if the gate should stick?" "You see?" "But, of course, it's barely possible... that all these methods might fail." "So..." "But tools break, too, don't they?" "A recent invention by a Swedish chemist named Nobel." "It's called dynamite." "It's an explosive." "But how can one be sure the stuff will work?" "One can't, of course." "So... one has a bit of food..." "Something to drink... every five or ten minutes or so... rings the bell." "Reads a periodical or perhaps a book." "In the event the strain becomes too great... one can avail oneself with the soothing effects of music." "And then one simply waits." "Rather well thought out, don't you think?" "But no plan is ever perfect." "So now comes the "piece de resistance"... or perhaps one should say the "coup de grace"." "What is it, Guy?" "What is it?" "The cure for all suffering." "The answer to all problems." "The key, my darling, to heaven... or to hell... or to nothingness." "Poison." "Thank you, Judson." "Tea is ready in the dining room, milady." "Thank you." "How do you explain it, Miles?" "Well, I don't just yet." "However, I venture to guess... that the episode at the cemetery... changed the general fear into a specific obsession." "Then... you don't think it's catalepsy?" "He's never had these attacks before, has he?" "I mean, fainting spells, dizzy spells?" "No." "No." "But his father..." "To the best of our knowledge... catalepsy is not an inherited affliction." "And there's a new line of thought... among some of us... myself, Cargrave, and a few others... that may shed some light on Guy's case." "You see... most people tend to think of the body... and the mind as being totally different... two separate entities..." "Whereas, in point of fact... they're actually linked." "No sugar." "Do you follow me?" "Yes, I think so." "You see, physically..." "Guy may be perfectly sound now." "However, this constant fear... that gnaws at him night and day... may actually bring about a condition of catalepsy..." "Where no such condition exists now." "I see." "Well, what can be done?" "I am not sure." "I'm not sure at all." "However, I do know this... that Guy's mind is like a keg of gunpowder... and the smallest thing might set the fuse... the most innocent reminder of death... corpses, graves, anything at all." "That's the first thing you must remember." "Do you understand?" "Yes." "Yes, I understand." "Oh, Miles, I wish you could come and stay with us." "Well, I was just thinking." "The laboratory downstairs." "What about it?" "Well, you may know that Guy offered me the use of it... in order to further my researches." "If I accepted his offer..." "I might be able to come here from time to time." "Oh, Miles, that would be absolutely wonderful!" "Thank you." "Thank you very much." "Well, I must go now, but I'll be back." "And remember, the smallest thing." "Don't forget." "I won't forget." "Dear Emily." "Frog, please, Judson." "Yes, sir." "Your frog, sir." "Oh, put him down here, please." "Now, if we place one terminal of the galvanic battery... in contact with the nerve... and the other in contact with muscle..." "We cause a contraction of the muscle." "There." "You see?" "Now, if you could control the responses... of the human mind as easily as you control... the muscles of a frog..." "I might have some faith in your work." "Someday, we may be able to... if we continue our research." "And if you were to continue your work..." "No, no, no, no." "You know, I think you should make an effort... to take your mind off your fears." "You should get away from this place." "Take Emily to Venice." "Then when you return... most of your problem would have disappeared." "Perhaps you're right." "I'll think about it." "Don't think about it." "Do it." "I may." "meanwhile..." "I'll leave you to your little friends." "Do you wish to continue, sir?" "Hmm?" "Oh, yes, Judson." "You and Miles were right." "I do have to get outside occasionally." "I told you." "All we need is each other." "We need nothing else to be happy." "How true." "How true that really is." "What is it?" "Listen!" "What's the matter, Guy?" "That whistling." "I don't hear anything." "Listen, I tell you!" "Guy!" "Guy, don't run away!" "Guy!" "Guy!" "Darling!" "Darling, what's wrong?" "I saw them." "You saw whom?" "Those two filthy grave robbers." "They were coming for me." "Ask Emily." "She saw them, too." "No." "I saw no one." "But you must have." "They passed right by us." "Surely you heard them." "Guy, you're overwrought." "I... please." "They were coming for me." "No one questions your word, Guy." "Don't humor me!" "I'm not mad!" "I saw them as clearly as I'm seeing you!" "Darling, let's go back to the house... and you can rest, and... well... then you can talk." "Come on." "You didn't see them?" "No." "It was dark and foggy." "I'll join you downstairs in a little while." "I just want to rest some more." "All right, darling." "We'll all be waiting for you." "How is he, Emily?" "Well, he's better, I think." " He's resting." " Good." "What do you think he saw, Miles?" "Exactly what he said..." "the two grave robbers." "Well, then why didn't I see them?" "Because they weren't real." "You mean, they were Something supernatural?" "I don't deny the possibility of the supernatural." "However, I do believe... that there's a more logical explanation." "You see, Emily, the human mind..." "Well, it's a remarkable instrument." "It can create something out of nothing... and that's probably what happened." "Well..." "What you're trying to say is that..." "Guy is mad." "No." "Nothing of the sort." "He's disturbed, and there's a difference." "If his father was prematurely interred..." "He wasn't." "How do you know?" "I know because I went to the crypt... and saw for myself." "My father rests in peace." "It's the wind." " Guy!" " He's there!" "There's nobody there." "But you must have seen him!" "I saw only you, Guy." "Miles, what are we going to do?" "Ever since that night on the moors, he's been..." "Well, I just don't recognize him anymore." "Have you asked him to go away with you?" "How can I?" "He won't come out of that terrible place... and won't let me in." "All he wants to do is just sit and brood." "Miles, you've got to do something." "Emily, I'm afraid I've done all I can." "Someday, treatment of the mind..." "Will be a science... and they'll be able to cope with such problems." "But at this present stage..." "Emily, there is one thing we haven't tried." "Well, just tell me what to do." "Guy?" "Guy, let me in." "Well, this is quite a surprise." "Is there any purpose to this visit... apart, that is, from interrupting my work?" "Yes." "I thought you'd given up painting." "It's merely portraiture." "Let us say I'm entering a new period." "May I see it?" "I don't think you'd find it very pleasing." "Surely I should be the one to decide that." "Very well." "Don't say I didn't warn you." "I call it "some sonsummations devoutly to be wished"." "But why?" "Think." "All these dreadful tortures you see depicted here... the rack and the stake... the whole ghastly catalog... are they not indeed devoutly to be wished... preferred to that fate which is the most terrible of all?" "That fate has already come to pass, Guy." "What are you talking about?" "About you." "You don't fear burial alive... because you are already buried alive." "What is it you're afraid of?" "Being locked in a tomb?" "Why, you've been locked in a tomb for months." "This tomb!" "And I've been your widow... and I don't like being your widow, Guy." "And what's more, I'm not going to be much longer." "Emily!" "No, Guy." "I'm here to give you a choice." "You can have this..." "this living death... or you can have me... but you can't have both." "Emily, please." "I love you, Guy." "I love you very much... and I want to take care of you... but as long as you're here, I can't." "No one can." "I realize that, but..." "I'm so afraid." "Oh, you needn't be, my darling." "I promise you." "Look at me." "I promise you that no matter what happens..." "I'll never let them take you down to that... that horrible crypt." "Trust me to take care of you." "I do trust you, Emily, but it isn't that." "Guy, if you do choose me... then you must destroy this evil vault." "Wipe it off the face of the earth... and out of your mind forever!" "If you don't... then I shall never see you again." "Well, which is it to be?" "Death by yourself... or life with me?" "Emily!" "Please forgive me, darling." "I wouldn't lose you." "I just couldn't." "Not for anything." "Oh, Guy, I love you." "Guy, that took great courage." "No." "Once again, I was motivated by fear... fear of losing something more valuable than my life." "You'll never regret it." "I pray God you're right." "I want to thank you both for asking me to the ceremony." "I suppose that now you'll be having that honeymoon, huh?" "Yes, but first there will be a small party Friday night." "You will be with us, Miles, won't you?" "If your father doesn't take it into his mind... to keep me working at the hospital." "Oh, he won't, because we shall invite both of you." "Well, then, of course, in that case." "Lady Catherine?" "Milord?" "Thank you, Judson." "My friends, to life." "Dr. Gault, would you like a cigar?" "Oh." "Thank you." "Yes." " Join us, Miles?" " In just a moment." "It's extraordinary, Lady Catherine... but he looks the picture of health... don't you agree?" "Looks can be deceiving, Dr. Archer." "Thank you." "Well, permit me to offer my congratulations... on your lordship's recovery." "I think you should offer them to Emily and to Miles." "They are responsible." "Well, Father, are you enjoying yourself?" "I never enjoy myself." "I merely experience greater and lesser... degrees of tedium, that's all." "It's just the cat, darling." "Yes, I know... but why should She cry like that?" "Hungry, I expect." "Where is she?" "I don't know." "Sounds as if it's coming from over there." "Poor little thing must be stuck." "Wait a moment." "Down here." "Look at that." "It's down here." "Down here." "There it is." "All right, old girl." "We'll have you out in a moment." "However could she have got behind there?" "It must have crawled through." "Let me have the poor wee thing." "There, now." "What a thing to happen." "There, you see?" "No harm done after all." "There." "She's all right." "Guy, are you all right?" "What if we hadn't heard her?" "But we did hear her." "You haven't put these thoughts... out of your mind after all, have you?" "Oh, of course he has." "This is just a sort of..." "You haven't, have you?" "Guy, you've got to put it out of your mind." "I've tried." "I've tried everything." "Not everything." "Guy, your fear of catalepsy is based on your belief... that your father was prematurely buried." "Isn't that correct?" "I heard him." "I heard his voice." "You think you heard it." "I heard his voice!" "All right, then prove it." "What do you mean?" "Just that... prove it." "Take me down to the crypt and show me his body." "I can't." "Because you know it isn't true." " No!" " Yes." "Why else do you think you've avoided it?" "Because you're afraid..." "afraid that this fear... is nothing more than a trick of your mind." "I'd give anything to find out if that were true." "All right, then take me downstairs." "All right." "I will." "No." "Guy, don't you think you should rest?" "Emily, Miles is right." "I've put this off long enough." "The key to the crypt..." "it's gone." "Who has access to these?" "No one but myself." "But do you keep it locked?" "No, but..." "Guy, did you come down here and take the key?" "I don't think so." "Is it possible for someone to do... a thing like that and not remember it?" "It's possible." "You admit to doing... many things lately that you don't remember." "Well, it's unimportant." "We'll break it open." "Follow me." "Which one is it?" "Over there." "I can't." "You must." "It's your only chance." "If you fail now, you'll be haunted forever." "Kate, bring me a mirror." "You're wasting your time." "He's dead." "No." "No, he can't be." "He can't be." "He's finished." "Heart attack." "Oh, no!" "Are you sure, Dr. Gault?" "Of course I am." "No, there's no sign of life, but to be absolutely sure..." "We should make one more test." "Foolishness, Archer." "The man's dead." "Judson, help me with the galvanic battery." "No, don't do this." "Listen to me." "I'm alive." "Can't you hear me?" "I'm alive!" "I'm alive!" "Uh, Kate, you and Emily had better leave the room." "Miles." "Miles!" "In the name of heaven!" "Well?" "Is he dead or isn't he?" "He is." "No." "I'm not dead." "I'm alive!" "Judson, help me with the battery." "We may as well take him back to the crypt." "No." "I promised him that no matter what happens..." "I'd never let them take him down to the crypt." "Nonsense, Emily." "Oh, well." "It's your decision." "Man that is born of woman... hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery." "He cometh up and is cut down like a flower." "He fleeth as it were a shadow... and never continueth in one stay." "In the midst of life, we are in death." "Of whom may we seek for succor but of thee, dear Lord..." "Who, for our sins, art justly displeased?" "Yet, oh Lord God most mighty..." "Oh holy and most merciful savior... deliver us not into the bitter pain of eternal death." "Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts." "Shut not thy merciful ears to thy prayers... but spare us, God most mighty." "O most merciful savior, thou most worthy judge eternal... suffer us not at our last hour... for any pains of death to fall from thee." "Suffer us not." "Pains of death." "Oh, please, help me!" "Someone, help me." "Help me!" "Amen." "You may say farewell now." "Good-bye, my darling." "Emily." "Emily, come back." "Come back!" "They'll see me." "They'll look at my eyes." "They're not taking me to the crypt." "But..." "Where are they taking me?" "Where?" "where?" "Why can't I move?" "Oh, God, why can't I move?" "O merciful God..." "We consign the soul of Guy Carrell... son of Gideon and Agatha Carrell... to thine eternal care." "Amen." "Look at me!" "Someone, look at me!" "Oh, for God's sake, please!" "You can't bury me alive!" "Can't you see I'm alive?" "God, why can't I move?" "why can't I move?" "No." "No!" "Help me." "Someone, help me!" "I'm alive!" "Can't you hear me?" "Can't you see my eyes?" "I'm alive!" "Alive!" "Ali..." "You'll be leaving, I suppose... after the reading of the will." "Why should you say that?" "No reason." "I merely thought that under the circumstances... you might find this house rather disturbing." "To your conscience, I mean." "Kate, are you implying... that Emily is in any way responsible for Guy's death?" "No one is responsible." "He died of a heart attack induced by shock." "Don't you understand?" "Yes." "I understand." "The fact is, he brought on the shock himself." "The episode in the crypt and all the others... they were planned, contrived." "Don't you see?" "Planned?" "By whom?" "By Guy himself." "In a strange way, he wanted to die." "Stop talking about him!" "That's a bit much, Mr. Sweeney." "What is, Mr. Mole?" "The old gentleman sending us out here to dig up this one." "I mean, his own son-in-law!" "Well, one stiff's pretty much like another." "Oh, we've struck wood." "Now, where's the bloody crowbar?" "I believe I left it up on top." "Well, Mr. Mole, would you do me the kindness to fetch it down?" "Yes, I will, Mr. Sweeney." "I found it, Mr. Sweeney!" "Huh?" "No!" "No!" "I never did nothing to you!" "Please!" "Please!" "I've never done nothing to you." "Please!" "Sweeney!" "You blithering idiot!" "what did you..." "I told you to take him to my quarters." "Oh, well." "May as well have a look at him now." "Yes." "Ironic, don't you think?" "And rather fitting, really." "In life, Guy Carrell contributed nothing to medical science." "In death, he shall Serve it admirably." "Sweeney?" "No!" "You're dead!" "No!" "Emily, there's nothing whatever wrong with you." "Well, not physically, perhaps." "Then why did you send Judson for me?" "Hmm?" "Well, I was afraid to be alone." "Well, I can understand that." "Perhaps you shouldn't be here." "Oh, Miles, don't you see that..." "Please come and sit down." "Please?" "Now, just for a moment, and then you must go to sleep." "Miles, you must know... or at least you must sense that..." "I've been very worried today... that I'm in need of something or someone to give me solace." "You and I were very close once, Miles." "You remember that, don't you?" "I can remember a medical student..." "Who was poor as a church mouse... and a girl who wanted to be a great lady." "I was very foolish." "Oh, Miles... maybe it's not too late for us." "But, Emily..." "I made a mistake." "Is that so very wrong?" "Come in!" "Dr. Archer." "What is it, Judson?" "It's... excuse me, milady." "It's something I'd like you to see, sir... if you would." " A medical matter?" " Yes." "Then certainly Dr. Gault could take care of it." "I think Dr. Gault would want you to come... as quickly as possible, sir." "Perhaps you had better go, Miles." "Now, come along, Judson." "Judson, why are you behaving so oddly?" "I heard a sound from the laboratory, sir... just a bit ago, and..." "Yes?" "See for yourself, sir." "Who's that?" "Miles?" "No welcome?" "No rejoicing?" "No kiss?" "He's been killed by electrical force." "Dr. Archer!" "That's Sweeney." "Emily." "Emily?" "Guy." "Now..." "Guy, you've got to listen to me." "To what?" "More lies?" "More deceit?" "More treachery?" "No, no." "That's not true." "Oh, but it is." "You were very clever, Emily." "Very clever." "In a way, I'm sorry to spoil your plans." "Oh, I had no plans." "It was Kate." "You... you wouldn't kill me, would you, Guy?" "No, darling, not at all... just as you didn't kill me." "You wouldn't soil your pretty hands with murder." "No, you just stood aside and let them bury me alive!" "No, Guy!" "No!" "And so..." "I shall not kill you." "That sorry task I shall leave to the earth... and the darkness... and the terrified pounding of your own heart." "Guy, no!" "Not that!" "Yes, my beautiful, my perfidious... my treacherous love... that." "No, Guy!" "Guy!" "Stay precisely where you are, Miles." "I've no desire to harm you." "What have you done, Guy?" "Paid a debt of long standing." "No!" "This has nothing to do with you." "I found that out earlier this evening." "In heaven's name, Guy!" "Yes... in heaven's name." "Give me that shovel!" "She's dead!" "Thank God." "Kate, what are you saying?" "Are you so blind?" "Can't you see?" "That's the key to the crypt." "She had no time to replace it." "I can't believe it." "Not Emily." "Yes." "Emily." "Sweet, beautiful, gentle Emily." "Once you told her how easy it would be... to use Guy's fear to kill him, she went to work." "First, the hiring of the grave robbers... to torment him... the cat in the wall... and finally the desecration of our father's tomb." "Oh, Guy!" "I knew what she was doing... and I wanted to tell you... but you wouldn't have believed me." "I had to wait for proof." "You can see that, can't you?" "But I waited too long." "I was too late." "Too late."