(HEART BEATING)
MALE NARRATOR: This is the beat of a human heart.
Sit very still and listen.
Is your heart beating in this same rhythm?
You are experiencing the heartbeat of a dying man.
And it is with death and dying that we concern ourselves.
What happens at the point of death?
What happens afterwards?
(HEARTBEAT FADING)
What happens after death to someone who does not choose to stay dead?
Someone like Morella.
(SNORTING)
Ma'am, I have to get back to Boston.
Oh, yes, well, leave the trunk here, will you?
I'll have one of my father's servants carry it in.
Yes, ma'am.
Giddap.
(CREAKING)
(DOOR CLOSING)
Is anyone there?
Father?
(SCREAMING)
(RATTLING)
Who are you?
Father?
What?
It's Lenora, Father.
You are my father.
Yes.
Oh. What do you want here?
Shocked? Disgusted?
No.
Are you all alone here?
I was. Until you came.
Father, I came to see you.
Very well, now you've seen me. Are you content?
That's all?
That's all you have to say to me after 26 years of separation?
Father, I came all the way from... I know.
I know you don't love me, Father.
That you put me from your life,
except for 21 years of board and tuition money.
But I had hoped that we'd enjoy one brief visit together
before I left your life entirely.
I have no way of getting back to Boston at the moment. May I stay?
Do as you wish.
Morella, my beloved wife.
Your murderer has returned.
(DOOR OPENING)
(SCREAMING)
Get away from her.
Oh, Father, has she been lying here all these years?
You hear me?
Why did you come here?
Don't touch me.
I'm not a helpless baby this time.
I'll go when I choose, when I...
Oh, my God. My God. Why did I come here? Why?
Try to understand.
Oh, I understand.
No, you understand nothing.
You understand nothing.
When she died, I died with her.
All that remained of me was this walking corpse
this shell, this ghost of flesh.
She was my life.
And I killed her.
That's it, isn't it? Yes!
Oh, no.
No, she thought you did. She said so on her deathbed.
She was so young. So alive.
To die just a few months after giving birth to you. She couldn't accept it.
I hated you. Oh, dear God, how I hated you.
I wanted to kill you.
I went into your nursery and I took you out of your cradle
and I almost hurled you out of the window.
I wish you had.
What?
(CRYING)
(COUGHING)
You're ill.
I have a few months left to live.
We're both dead now, Father.
I'm sorry.
In my 26th year, my father is finally concerned about me.
Did you ever stop to wonder, just once in all those 26 years,
"Where is my daughter? What is she doing? Is she happy?"
No. Why should you wonder that?
After all, I'm only your child.
I'll be leaving very soon.
Lenora. No, no, no.
Forgive me, forgive me. Forgive me. No, no, no.
How long have you been alone?
I don't know, Lenora. Go on, please. What happened then?
Well, there's not much more to add.
Came as no surprise to me that my marriage ended in failure.
I'd failed before in my relationships with men. Many times.
I cannot give, you see.
Yes.
How did she die, Father?
How did she die?
Well, there was this party,
and I knew that she was too weak to withstand the strain of it.
Yet she insisted.
She had to have this party.
She had to dress up in her finest gown.
Dance and sing.
Less than an hour after the party had begun, she collapsed.
I picked her up in my arms and I carried her up to her bedroom.
I put her on her bed.
Her face was white.
Oh, dear God, how white.
She was enraged, furious.
Even dying, she was enraged.
"It was the baby," she said.
She swore she'd avenge herself.
"It was the baby." She kept saying it over and over again, "It was the baby."
And then, before even the doctor could arrive,
she was dead.
Why did you not bury her?
I did, but I could not leave her there.
I could not.
The thought of imprisoning her beauty in a box of...
Putting her underneath the ground.
I was deranged and insane with grief.
I only wanted to kill myself.
I almost did kill myself, a dozen times.
I never know what kept me from it.
No, I could not bury her.
And now?
There's no reason not to do it now.
Will you stay for a while?
Please.
I know it's too late to make amends,
but perhaps together we can find some sort of an answer.
Perhaps.
Then you'll stay? You really want me to?
Yes.
And you've come home at last.
MORELLA: At last.
(SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
Help me!
Go away. Leave me.
(MOANING)
Lenora, what is it? What can I do?
Lenora, what's wrong?
Lenora!
(SOBBING) Oh, no.
How I envy you.
Sleep.
Now you are released.
(GASPS)
(MOANS)
Come back, Lenora, come back.
(MOANING)
Lenora?
Morella. Oh, my God.
Where is Lenora? What have you done to her?
All these years I've waited to return.
All these years I've waited to avenge myself.
(HEART BEATING)
MALE NARRATOR: And what is it that happens just before death
which leads inexorably to that death?
Our second tale provides one roguish answer to that question.
In the story of a man who aided a cat.
The Black Cat.
(LAUGHING)
(SINGING)
(CAT MEOWING)
(SLURRED) Hey, why don't you watch where I'm going, huh?
(HUFFS)
(BREAKING)
ANNABEL: Montresor?
Montresor?
Come down here.
(MEOWS)
And keep that beast away from me, or I'll kick his head in.
I want some money.
There is none, Montresor.
"There is none, Montresor." Always lying, it's a fact.
As if I wouldn't know you had more nest eggs than a chicken.
Get away from me, you repulsive creature, and stay away from me!
Oh.
Where's my money?
There is none, Montresor.
All right.
(MUMBLING)
(SOBBING) Oh.
Montresor.
If you don't give me the money, I have to find it myself.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, I know where it is.
I know.
(CAT MEOWS)
Oh.
(PURRING)
If I ever catch you again, you mangy, insufferable brute,
I'll tear your head off! (MEOWS)
By the root!
(RATTLING)
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, you won't bite me.
Give me my money.
There is none, Montresor. You haven't worked in 17 years.
Well, you... Has it been that long?
Oh, stop your silly tactics. What about your sewing money?
We need that for food.
Food!
That's exactly what I want it for. I drink my food!
Give me the money. (GRUNTING)
Thank you for looking into your heart.
Well, we'll starve now. That's all we have.
You've got a lot of money hidden all around the house. I don't care.
He was so romantic, once.
I said get out and stay out!
(STAMMERING) You pig, you dog! How dare you throw me out!
(CRASHING)
If I only had a pistol...
If I had a pistol...
(LAUGHS)
I'd probably sell it and buy myself more wine.
Oh, but, really, after all I've done for her,
she should have given me more money.
There's just no gratitude.
Sir, would you help a veteran
of the Revolutionary War?
Out of my way.
(SPITS)
Oh, pardon me, ladies, but could you spare a coin
for a moral cripple?
Disgraceful.
(LAUGHS)
(COUGHING)
You got some money for a dying man?
Go sleep it off.
(COUGHS)
No gratitude.
Hey, I want money!
Scum!
Dirty moneygrubber.
Just no gratitude.
(MUMBLING)
(WHISTLES)
(CHUCKLES)
Top of the morning, everybody.
My, what a nice bunch of gentlemen.
Look. Look.
(MURMURING)
Beautiful.
One moment, please. Gentlemen, gentlemen. Quiet, everybody.
And as we promised before, a treat for everyone.
A demonstration in expert wine tasting by none other
than Mr. Fortunato Luchresi himself.
(ALL CHEERING)
As you know, gentlemen, Mr. Luchresi is, without doubt,
the foremost wine taster in the civilized world today.
Huh?
(ALL CHATTERING)
That's nonsense.
I can tell the taste of any wine just as well as you can.
MAN: Liar!
If we may proceed.
I said I can tell the taste of any wine just as well as anybody!
Let's throw him out.
(CLAMORING)
Afraid to try me, huh? You coward.
You poseur.
I say call the police!
(CLAMORING)
One moment. Please.
Sir, unless you're intent on mere rabble rousing,
you have just made a most grave and serious accusation.
An accusation which I am prepared to follow up with action.
That is, if you care to take the risk.
We will take the risk.
Oh? Oh, yes, yes.
And my name is Fortunato Luchresi. At your service.
Montresor Herringbone.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Bring on the wine.
(SIGHING)
(BREATHING RAPIDLY)
Ah.
(EXHALES)
(INHALING DEEPLY)
Pinot noir, Burgundy. Clos de Vougeot.
Vintage, 1838. Quite passable.
Correct.
(CHUCKLING)
Come on, give me more. Don't be so stingy.
Burgundy, Volnay, 1832.
It's from the better slopes of the vineyard.
It's very good.
Correct.
I don't believe it.
Bordeaux, cabernet, Chateau Margaux.
Vintage, 1837.
A bit heavy for a Margaux. CHAIRMAN: Correct.
(WINE POURING)
Chateau Petit Village,
1828. It's very good.
Correct.
(MURMURING)
Well.
I must say, you seem to know your wine, sir.
I should, I should.
However, I feel I must comment on your most unorthodox method of tasting.
What?
Well, the accredited procedure is, of course, to partake of a small mouthful, like this.
(MUFFLED) Whoosh it around in the mouth like that.
And then inhale like this.
(INHALING)
Thus releasing the aroma.
You do it your way and I do it my way.
(BELCHES)
(STAMMERS)
(MUMBLING)
(HICCUPS)
(MUMBLING)
(CHUCKLES)
(SLURRED) Sauvignon.
It's very good.
� Who's that Who's that
� Knocking at the door?
Am that you, Sam?
Please, sir, couldn't you walk just a bit more upright?
(HUMMING)
� Who's that Who's that
Am that you, Sam?
(LAUGHING) Please.
� Who's that
Hey, why don't you sing with me, Sam?
My name is not Sam.
But sing with me.
� Who's that �
(SHUSHING)
(STAMMERING) I know the way. Follow me.
(MEOWS)
Here I am, young and handsome.
I want you to meet a friend of mine.
A very good friend of mine.
The best friend I ever had in the whole wide world.
What was your name, friend?
Luchresi. Fortunato Luchresi at your service, ma'am.
I am Annabel Herringbone.
I was just trying to help my friend home.
(LAUGHING) He had too much to drink.
(LAUGHING)
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
Well, no, really, I must be going.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
Thank you.
Come on, sit down, friend.
Sit down.
You live in the city, Mr. Luchresi?
Yes, yes, I do, Mrs. Herringbone.
(CAT MEOWS)
My, what a lovely cat.
Well.
You like cats?
I adore them, yes, I have several of my own at home.
(SNORING)
He's resting.
Yes, he's...
I think he's ill.
(MOANS)
(MONTRESOR GROANS)
(MEOWS)
(GRUNTS)
I tell you this. With women, you have to assert yourself.
Let me take my case, for instance.
I tell my wife to give me some money.
I want to go out for the evening.
Well, sir, it used to be that she gave me trouble,
argued with me, and tried to withhold what was rightfully mine.
Now, she just gives me all the money I ask for,
and I can stay away the entire night doing exactly as I please,
which happens to be drinking.
Since when?
Since when. Huh?
Seems to me...
Since that day I went to that wine sellers' convention and met...
He assisted me home, and I...
I introduced him to my wife.
Goodnight, my treasure. Goodnight, beloved.
Let me look at you again. Until tomorrow night, heart of my heart.
Oh.
(CAT MEOWING)
Good evening, dear.
(STAMMERING) You gave me such a start.
Why? I didn't expect you home so early.
You didn't?
Well, I just thought it would be nice if I came home early
and we spent some time together, but I see you've already gone to bed.
Oh, yes, I was very tired.
Exerting yourself? Exerting...
(SIGHS)
I had a very strenuous day.
And a more strenuous evening, I assume.
I beg your pardon?
Isn't it a little too late to beg my pardon?
I don't know what you mean.
You lie!
You dirty, faithless, little trollop, you!
You lie!
(GASPING)
So you know?
How long has this been going on?
Long enough for me to realize that our marriage, Montresor,
is a farce, it's a mockery.
You can no longer wound me with your cruelty.
I have found, at long last, love.
How touching.
Mock me if you will, but this is the end.
You and I are finished.
I'm gonna leave you and become Mrs. Fortunato Luchresi.
You are?
Congratulations.
Good afternoon, Mr. Herringbone.
How very nice to see you again.
And how nice to see you again.
And how well you look. Thank you.
Same to yourself as well.
Thank you. Thank you.
Come in. Thank you.
Come in, please. Thank you.
After you. Thank you.
And how nice of you and Mrs. Herringbone to invite me for dinner.
Oh, we're enchanted to have you, sir.
Most delighted, I assure you.
Please. Thank you.
(CAT MEOWING)
Ah, the cat.
The cat, what a charming fellow he is.
Yes, isn't he? Yes.
Is Mrs. Herringbone about?
Oh, yes. She's very, very busy preparing our dinner.
Oh. May I offer you some sherry?
Oh, I'm delighted, so delighted.
Amontillado. That's correct, sir.
Ah, but what an Amontillado.
(CHUCKLES)
A wine to conjure memories of tastebuds in transport.
I'm terribly happy you like it, sir.
To your health. And to yours, sir.
Thank you, sir.
A draft from paradise.
That it is. That it is. Let me fill your glass.
Oh... Look, mine is always empty.
Well, I cannot resist. That I've noticed.
I beg your pardon, sir? No, nothing, nothing.
To your long life.
And to your long life, sir.
(MUTTERING) Right now, I have a better chance than you have.
You spoke, sir?
No, no, nothing. Let me fill up your glass.
Well, just a bit more.
Where did you get this...
(YAWNING) Pardon me, this excellent wine?
Oh, I've had that in my cellar for a long, long time.
Oh, indeed.
Yes, I was saving it for a very special occasion.
Oh, today?
Yes, sir.
What occasion? Surely not my presence.
That's part of it.
And what is the other part?
Your death.
(THUDDING)
(SCRAPING)
FORTUNATO: What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Give you three guesses.
Surely you can't mean to...
Wall you in, yes.
But, why?
Ask your treasure, your heart of hearts.
What?
Ask Annabel!
Annabel?
Annabel.
You killed her.
You notice everything, don't you?
Help. Help!
(SOBBING) Please, let me go. Help!
Don't make so much noise. I don't like it.
You're insane.
That may be, but very clever.
The way I put that drug in your Amontillado
with the consummate skill of a Borgia.
And this whole arrangement. They'll never find you behind this wall.
You can't mean it. You can't mean it. Never.
Haven't I convinced you of my sincerity yet?
I'm genuinely dedicated to your destruction.
Help! Help! Help!
What kind of a man are you, anyway?
Make love to my wife and doesn't even talk to me.
(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)
That's an excellent jest.
We'll have many a good laugh about it in the future.
I will, I will.
God.
Oh, for the love of God, Montresor.
Yes, for the love of God.
Nice professional job.
She must hide it in here somewhere.
(DINGS)
Eureka!
Everybody, back to the counter.
Montresor is buying again.
(ALL CHEERING)
Come on.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Gentlemen, let's have a toast, huh?
To my precious wife, without whose money
this most splendid evening would be impossible.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Where she is now, she won't need it anyway.
� Knocking at the door? �
Is that you, Sam?
(SINGING)
(CAT MEOWING)
(CAT MEOWING LOUDLY)
(BANGING)
(SCREAMS)
No! No!
Give me back my head.
(CAT MEOWS)
Keep that cat from my head, will you? Will you?
Keep that cat from...
Give me back my head!
(SCREAMING)
(LAUGHS)
(HISSING)
(SHOOS)
(HISSING)
Go away.
I said go away.
Mr. Herringbone?
Yes.
We knocked, but no one answered.
The door was ajar, so we looked in.
Then when we found the house in such a state...
Such a state. Oh, yes, I...
I remember I was searching for something last night.
We thought perhaps there'd been some trouble, so we came right in.
Are you all right, sir? I'm all right.
We've received a report from a Mr. Wilkins.
He's the bartender at the Red Lion Tavern.
You know Mr. Wilkins.
He claims you spent a rather large amount of money last evening.
Well, it's my own money. Can't I spend my own money?
Further, that you said something to the effect that your wife
wouldn't need the money where she is.
Might I ask, sir, where your wife is?
She's gone. She left with her lover.
I don't know where she is, nor do I care.
Are you ill, sir?
No, I...
You don't happen to have a little whiskey on you, boys, huh?
No, sir.
You see, I have had hallucinations lately.
(LAUGHING) Been drinking a little bit too much last night.
I see. Do you mind, sir, if we search the premises?
No. Where do you want to start?
I think the cellar. Cellar.
Oh, are you coming down, Montresor?
Did you hear anything?
No.
Well, I didn't think so. Well, here we go, gentlemen.
Yes, come on down.
I think I'll drink a little less in the future.
Now he decides.
Shut up.
What?
Nothing, nothing. I just keep mumbling. I had too much to drink.
We had better make a thorough search. Search?
Don't you find everything all right and in order?
Go ahead, search everything you want. I don't care.
ANNABEL: Montresor, what a thing to say.
FORTUNATO: Naughty, naughty, Montresor.
Keep quiet.
(ANNABEL HOOTING)
ANNABEL: Right behind here, Mr. Policeman.
ANNABEL AND FORTUNATO: We're right behind the wall.
Right behind it.
Are you blind, Mr. Policeman?
(FORTUNATO HOOTING)
FORTUNATO: You're not paying attention, Mr. Policeman.
You're getting cold. This way.
Now are you satisfied?
What do you think, I buried them down here?
(CHUCKLES)
ANNABEL: That's exactly what he did. Exactly.
Where would I have hidden them?
Under this floor? Or maybe in that wall?
Look. Look how solid it is. Look at it, look.
(CAT WAILING)
What in the name of God.
You can hear it, too?
Hear it?
What's behind there?
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Well, we'll see.
(CAT MEOWING)
(CAT SCREECHING)
(HEART BEATING)
MALE NARRATOR: What exactly is it that occurs at the moment of death?
Especially to a man who in that moment is not permitted to die.
As in The Case of M. Valdemar.
CARMICHAEL: There is no pain.
No pain.
CARMICHAEL: You are at peace.
Mind and body, at peace, entirely.
Yes.
Then listen to the sound of my voice.
Carefully. Pain vanished.
Mind and body in a state of peace.
You understand this, Valdemar?
I understand.
Then sleep. Sleep.
Sleep.
When my hand passes across your face, waken.
Are you all right? Perfectly, my dear.
The pain, it's gone? Vanished.
What is your finding, Doctor?
Well, you seem to be in good condition.
Seem to be? But I am.
Oh, come now, admit the truth of it.
Mesmerism works. It works.
I've never doubted that it works, sir.
Only its advisability in certain cases.
It would certainly seem be advisable in the case of Mr. Valdemar.
Or would you have me suffer untold agonies of pain
in order to observe strict medical protocol?
Ernest. Oh, my sweet Helene.
Forgive me, both of you, for my most untimely sense of humor.
But this is a joyous moment.
Smile! Come, let us drink.
Let us drink to mesmerism.
The ministration of the gods.
I'm sorry. I can't drink to that.
Then drink to the health of my beautiful wife.
To the very good health of you both.
And to Mr. Carmichael.
Sir.
How blessed to be free of pain.
For that part, sir, I'm truly happy, please believe me.
It's for the other aspect of mesmeric influence that I feel concern.
Which is, Doctor?
Perilous toying with the human mind.
But, my dear Dr. James, what is perilous about it?
Mr. Valdemar has received nothing but advantage from its applications.
And, as we all know, he is dying of an incurable disease.
I wish you'd stop... Helene, Helene.
The issue must be acknowledged.
Within this skull, as well you know, Doctor,
there is tissue which is dying, even as I speak.
I am physically doomed.
I do not say this out of bitterness or despair.
However, there is one favor I would ask.
To escape a pitiful and painful decline to death,
through the auspices of Mr. Carmichael.
Would you deny him this, Doctor?
No, sir.
And yet, you know, he will accept nothing for this blessing,
save some trifling favor on my deathbed.
Sir? Favor, Ernest?
I should not even have mentioned it, it's so slight.
No, please, I want to know.
Well, my dear, it's simply...
You tell them, sir. You can explain it so much better than I.
Mr. Valdemar has consented to be mesmerized in articulo mortis,
which is to say...
JAMES: At the point of death!
I fear it sounds more dreadful than it really is.
What does it mean? Ernest, why?
To ascertain, madam, just how long the actual moment of death can be forestalled.
A momentous experiment.
Momentous. Monstrous would be more the word.
Sir, I appeal to you, withdraw this offer.
The deathbed is no place for lunatic experiments.
My dear young friend, what can it matter whether I die
10 or 20 minutes beyond that point when I should die anyway?
What could be less important?
I owe this gentleman a great deal. A great deal.
I could not dream of refusing him such an insignificant request.
As you say, sir.
I fear I must leave now. Oh, so soon?
Oh, I'm sorry. Goodnight, Doctor. Thank you for attending.
My dear, show our friend to the door, will you? Yes, of course.
A bit more wine, Mr. Carmichael?
Oh, thank you.
Elliot, this experiment...
Do everything in your power to dissuade him from it, Helene.
I've no proof that it's dangerous, no proof whatever.
Only sense that it might be.
What is it, Elliot?
Why is it since that man entered our life, I can't think, I'm uncertain?
Oh, he helps Ernest. I can't argue with that.
He seems to relieve him of all pain.
To see him suffer is more than I can stand, but at the same time...
You distrust Carmichael?
Yes, I do.
Still it's true, he asks for nothing.
Perhaps he asks for nothing because he desires everything, including you.
You can't be serious.
You haven't seen him looking at you, then?
Yes, but surely... Of course, I have no right to say this, really,
for I, too, look at you.
Elliot, please.
You know how I feel. I love my husband, I respect him.
No more than I do. I know that.
So let us think of nothing else but Ernest and our respect for him.
Goodnight, Helene. Goodnight.
Ernest.
Hmm? Oh, yes, my dear.
Won't you reconsider?
Regarding the experiment?
I fear him. You fear Carmichael?
But, my dear, think of the pain he spared me.
If only you could see the change in him
when you're under his control, Ernest.
All the fawning ceases.
He no longer calls you Mr. Valdemar, it's just Valdemar.
He tells you what to do, what to think.
Please, my dear, no more.
Let us forget it.
It is established and of no importance.
What is important is you.
I wish with all my heart that following my death
you would marry our good Dr. James.
How... No, no, no, please, my dear.
Let me finish.
I know that there is a bond between you.
All honorable. I know that, too, and I love you both for it.
But I am going to die soon, Helene.
And it would make me very happy to know that you would not be alone.
That you would marry again.
Oh, my dear. Your happiness means more to me than anything, anything.
But I refuse to die until that happiness has been assured.
(WEAKLY) It approaches, does it not?
No pretense, please.
It approaches.
No, my dear, no sorrow. I am content, believe me.
Did you inform Mr. Carmichael as I requested?
He is below, sir. Then fetch him, if you will.
Quickly. Quickly.
Have a care, sir.
So, the time has come, Mr. Carmichael.
It will be to you, sir, I promise.
No more than sinking into a dreamless sleep.
Best to hurry, Mr. Carmichael.
Oh, no despair, I implore you.
It is peace I go to. Freedom from this ghastly pain.
Your hand, Doctor.
I charge you this upon your soul,
watch over my Helene.
Swear to it. I swear to it. Rest easily, sir.
I do now.
With all my heart, I thank you
for having added to my life one great, sweet measure of devotion.
(SOBBING)
You may proceed, Mr. Carmichael.
Look at the turning wheel.
At the changing of the colors. And sleep.
Deep, deep sleep.
Your body losing all sensation.
Your mind enveloped in darkness.
Nothing can disturb you now,
as you drift ever deeper into darkness
and sleep, sleep, sleep.
Valdemar. Do you hear me? It is my voice.
I hear.
Are you asleep?
I am asleep.
Valdemar, raise your right arm.
Lower it.
Is there any pain? No pain.
I am dying.
(SOBS)
Please, do not wake me.
Let me die.
I will not wake you, Valdemar.
Deep, deep sleep,
from which there is no waking, unless I say.
You understand, Valdemar?
I understand.
You may examine him now, if you wish.
(BLOWING)
Do you so fear me?
I have but released your husband from his pain once more.
Would you have had me do otherwise? No.
Then do I personally offend you?
Please, Mr. Carmichael, not now.
(GROANING SOFTLY)
Valdemar, return to your sleep.
Return to your sleep, Valdemar.
I command you! Stop it!
Valdemar, do you hear me?
Do you hear the sound of my voice?
Are you asleep now?
VALDEMAR: I have been asleep,
but now I am dead.
(GASPS)
You are asleep, Valdemar.
No.
Yes, yes, yes, you do but sleep.
Raise your right arm.
Raise it, Valdemar.
I command you! Raise your right arm!
He does not... He does not...
He is dead.
(SOBS)
Yes, he is dead, but still aware.
Release him.
Release him?
Valdemar, do you hear me?
I hear.
Tell me, where are you?
Darkness.
Stop it!
That will do, Mr. Carmichael.
Where, Valdemar? Where?
Stop it!
End the control! End the control, Mr. Carmichael! No.
Valdemar, tell me what you see.
Your surroundings, what are they?
That will do, Mr. Carmichael! No, are you insane?
Do you not comprehend the import of what has happened?
His body is dead but his mind lives on,
controlled by me.
Which control will now end. Let him die!
No! Be gone!
VALDEMAR: Where am I? What place is this?
I see only darkness.
People, multitudes of people.
No! No!
(SCREAMING)
No!
Valdemar, be still.
Help me.
Be still, Valdemar. I will let you go when I am finished.
Your whiskey, sir.
Leave it there.
(VALDEMAR MOANING)
Get out!
Valdemar. Valdemar, do you hear me?
Be still. Be still.
VALDEMAR: Release me.
Release me.
Give me peace.
Be still!
Let me go.
I will release you when I am ready.
Good evening, Doctor. Good evening.
Is Mr. Carmichael upstairs? Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Come.
I promise you an end to it, Helene.
How? Come.
Now, tell me this.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Come in.
What can I do for you?
I'm here to order you, Mr. Carmichael...
I beg your pardon. Not request, but order.
You will end the mesmeric control immediately.
Will I, Doctor? You will.
And how do you propose to enforce that order, Dr. James?
With this.
You wouldn't dare.
Do you choose to take that risk?
If you kill me, Valdemar will remain in the same state indefinitely.
Perhaps forever. No.
I shall count to three, Mr. Carmichael, then I shall kill you.
Elliot. You must be out of your mind.
One. No.
Two. Elliot, no.
I want you to hear something first.
Nothing from you, sir.
Did I say it was from me? If you will, come with me.
Valdemar, tell them what you told me just now about Helene.
I do not wish for her to marry Dr. James.
I wish for her to marry Mr. Carmichael.
No. You heard him, madam.
But he's under your control. The words were given to him by you.
That is a lie. Is it?
Yes!
Elliot, please, you must leave now.
What? I want you to go.
But don't you understand? That was not your husband speaking.
It was his voice. But not his will!
I don't know that. Helene, in the name of God.
Elliot, please go. There's nothing more to be said or done.
I just want you to go now.
Very well, but I shall be back, and God help you if you do her harm in any way.
Well, madam?
I believe Dr. James is quite correct.
It is not my husband who would have me marry you.
You heard him with your own ears. It was not him.
However, I will make a bargain with you, Mr. Carmichael.
I'll marry you upon the stipulation that you set my husband free.
I need make no bargains with you, madam.
What? You will marry me in any case.
No, no, Mr. Carmichael, not unless you end his torment.
Edicts, Madam? Orders from you?
Allow me to enlighten you. I am in command here. You will do as I say.
Or I will leave Mr. Valdemar exactly as he is, and never,
do you understand me, madam, never let him go.
I've coveted you these many months, waited for you,
hungered for you, and now you shall be my wife.
I shall not ask. I shall take what I desire.
Your body and your soul, if I demand it.
I've heard enough! No!
Stop it! Let me go! Let me go, you're hurting me!
Help! Help me!
Let me go! Help! Help me!
(SCREAMING)
(KEY HITS FLOOR)
No!
(SCREAMING)
Helene! Helene!
Elliot.
(BOTH EXCLAIM IN DISGUST)