There is nothing wrong with your television set.
Do not attempt to adjust the picture.
We are controlling transmission.
We will control the horizontal.
We will control the vertical.
We can change the focus to a soft blur
or sharpen it to crystal clarity.
For the next hour, sit quietly,
and we will control all that you see and hear.
You are about to participate in a great adventure.
You are about to experience the awe and mystery
which reaches from the inner mind to...
Kassia.
Leonora.
Where's my drink?
Am I or am I not going to get that drink?
Yes, Andre, you are.
Do you want to poison yourself to death?
Kassia.
Leonora. Come here, Leonora.
Give her the glass, Kassia.
Now... both of you bring me my drink.
Kassia will pour. Leonora will serve.
Come as you are.
In your fine stiletto heels.
Heh heh heh.
Heh heh heh heh heh.
Heh.
Kassia will pour, and Leonora will serve.
And then we'll go to London and pay a dark call
on Leonora's rich and respected father.
And when we have extorted him, we'll leave London,
not very respected, but very rich.
Aah!
Go put those things back in the bar.
Then open the car trunk.
Take out the bags and put 'em in the backseat.
Leave the trunk open.
He isn't dead.
He isn't dead!
He has to be. That one leaf
could've murdered a whole world of Andres.
Leonora, come here!
See for yourself. He's dead.
All right.
You'll feel better if you see for yourself.
He blinked.
Aah!
Leonora!
Get up.
We have to go.
No, I can't, Kassia.
You go with him.
Help him to do what he intended to do.
Tell my father
I wouldn't debase him
by asking him to forgive me.
Your father will be safe now, Leonora.
Andre is dead.
He blinked.
No, Leonora.
He could not have blinked.
And I remember...
The position he was in.
My soul photographed it
just before you closed the trunk.
So I remember.
His face was turned the other way.
I moved it.
Just a moment ago.
To make sure he wasn't alive.
And he wasn't?
No, Leonora.
He was not alive.
Aah!
Leonora!
Aah!
Leonora!
Oh!
Please!
Let me in!
Help me!
Please!
Please help me!
Let me in!
Please!
Please help me!
Do you want to tell the world what we've done
and why we had to do it?
Our car broke down. We were wondering
if we could telephone a garage?
We have no telephone.
If you are wet,
come stand close by the fire.
I wonder if others can see your beauty
as I do.
Sometimes it seems
you have to be blind to see beauty.
Where is it coming from?
Ticks of time
from upstairs.
From a special room upstairs.
It sounds...
Like a million mad clocks.
My Mr. Hobart tinkers with time.
Just as time has tinkered with Mr. Hobart.
Who was it?
Who could it have been?
No!
Aah!
Did you think I was someone else?
Yes.
But she'd forgotten.
He's dead now.
"Such tricks have strong imagination.
"But if it would but apprehend some joy,
"it comprehends
"some bringer of that joy.
"Or in the night,
"imagining some fear,
how easy is a bush supposed a bear."
What are you doing in this house?
I welcomed them in, Mr. Hobart.
Could they leave at once?
Or...
Will they spend the night?
We'll go now.
We'll spend the night.
We'll sleep here on these sofas.
My name is Tone.
Please tell me your name.
My friend is Leonora Edmond.
I'm Kassia Paine.
I'm sorry I frightened you in the woods.
It was I.
You feel my hair. It's still wet
from the rain.
Good night, Mr. Hobart.
Please do not need me
or needlessly disturb me.
I have a great deal of work to do tonight...
Upstairs.
I feel...
As if I shouldn't be here.
Why?
As if this house...
Has been waiting for me.
I'm afraid I'll succumb to it.
Do you know why I didn't leave him in the lake?
He would have floated into someone's life.
Even in death, he'd find a way to betray us.
This is the kind of neighborhood
I was looking for...
A good neighborhood for unmarked graves.
Where are you going?
I'm going to bury Andre.
How?
The fireplace tools.
And these.
No, no, I mean how?
Well, he isn't in the trunk.
I saw as I ran by. He wasn't there.
You didn't want to see him,
so he wasn't there.
"Such tricks have strong imagination."
Kassia...
My father could never have submitted
to Andre's blackmail.
There would have been a scandal,
and he would have died of it.
But he'll be safe from Andre now, won't he?
His world will be safe.
I can't help you bury Andre.
Nobody ever helps a gravedigger.
No questions?
You're not the person to ask them of.
Hobart, thinking: Leonora.
How did he die?
He was killed.
By you and Kassia Paine?
She begged Andre to abandon his scheme,
begged him.
But he had those heartbreaking letters
daddy had written Kassia,
and he thought they would be negotiable.
How was he killed?
She told me to pick a leaf
off the Thanatos tree.
Thanatos means death.
How does one get a poison leaf
into a blackmailer?
We put it into the shaker,
and we shook it.
Kassia poured...
I served...
And he drank.
I'll never forget his face.
He knew he'd drunk something fatal,
and he went on smiling,
like a crushed clown.
I didn't think he'd been drowned.
What did you say, Mr. Hobart?
I've intruded upon your reverie.
Forgive me.
I only came in to see if you were comfortable.
Mr. Hobart?
Why do you keep a useless clock?
Would you be very unhappy
if your murdered clown came...
Suddenly back to life?
How could he?
All dead things were once alive.
In the past.
The past is gone.
Is it?
Suppose the past
and the present
are 2 separate time-cycles
coexisting,
coiling about us concurrently.
Then all one need do is...
Is cause a slight tilt.
Tilt it one way,
the present would slide into the past.
Tilt it the other,
the past would tumble into the present,
and with it would come past things
as they were before they died.
Yes, Miss Edmond,
it can be done.
It has been done.
For one fraction
of a fraction of a moment,
the cycles were tilted.
The past slid into the present.
And I tumbled back to life.
If I can make it happen again, Miss Edmond,
and again
and again,
think of the...
The lost ones I can bring back,
the great and the dear lost ones.
I'm going to show you my workshop
where it happened,
where it may happen again.
Don't you want him to be alive again?
Who?
Your clown.
Andre.
You're not a murderess, Miss Edmond.
If you were, you'd feel no guilt
at the...
At the simple, expedient removal
of a clown and a blackmailer.
Come.
See him live again.
The guilt will slip out of your heart.
Aah!
Kassia!
Could someone have dragged his body
down the stairs and out of the house
without you or I having seen or heard?
It's been a noisy rain.
I saw Kassia Paine leave.
With the tools.
I remember being sadly amused
imagining her wonder
when she opened the empty trunk.
I came in here then,
and I did not hear her return
to fetch the body.
Nor did you, Colas.
No.
Nor did I.
You didn't take the body away, Colas?
No.
I did not.
He tumbled back,
just as I did.
I told you, Colas.
I told you it was no accident.
He was dead, and now he's alive.
He's out there somewhere...
Alive.
I better go and find him
and explain it all to him.
Did you scream my name?
Did you bury him, Kassia?
I heard your scream.
Your fingernails are clean.
I heard my friend scream for me.
Why did she scream?
If you would listen to an old blind man,
he would tell you
to leave this house at once.
Why?
It is my house.
You mistook me for a servant.
There is so little difference
between a host and a servant.
Mr. Hobart has been my guest
for almost a year.
He stumbled upon my house
in the dead of night,
just as you did.
He was in flight,
just as you were.
A blind man's house is a good hiding place.
Was it Mr. Hobart?
You need not fear Mr. Hobart.
It's the other who is a danger to you,
the one who drank your poison drink.
I told them.
About Andre?
No. How can you tell anyone about Andre?
I told about our murdering Andre.
Wouldn't it have been wiser not to?
I didn't intend to.
Somehow...
They pushed into my dream.
They hovered over me.
And I couldn't move on
until I'd answered Mr. Hobart's questions.
Well, it doesn't really matter.
Mr. Hobart may be able
to hypnotize an anxious, susceptible girl,
but he is not a policeman.
He can do more than hypnotize, much more
and much worse.
He has found a way to tilt time.
He can make the past
slide into the present.
He can bring back the dead
as they were before they died.
He has brought Andre back...
As he was before we killed him.
Andre is dead, Leonora.
Dead and buried?
He wasn't in the trunk, was he, Kassia?
He was in the trunk, Leonora.
No, he wasn't!
He got out! He's alive!
Andre is alive!
Again!
I can hear him...
Walking around us
back and forth.
I've been listening,
and I've been hearing him.
Listen!
Now!
Leonora!
Listen!
I remember it as if I had seen it.
He had screamed in his delirium.
And I confess my own life had been so bleak
and so undirected,
that I was shamelessly happy
to hear even a delirious scream.
His lifeless form had been hanging there
for almost a week,
bound to his time-tilting device
by rare, magnetic wires.
He had no food...
No water.
It was a cold time.
When he had died for want
of more than bodily sustenance,
I unfastened him
and carried him to his bed.
Something had brought him back to life?
His time-tilting device had done it.
Somehow,
almost accidentally,
his genius had broken the fixed laws
of the science of time.
His device had caused the cycles
of time to tilt,
and he slid out of the dead past
into the lively present.
Oh, thank you.
When did the rain stop?
Almost the moment you came in out of it.
You can go now.
Quickly.
Yes.
Quickly.
Thank you for your kindness
and for your hospitality.
Kassia.
Stay here, Leonora.
Till morning.
I'll be finished by then.
No, we will go now.
As we've been asked.
You can wait in the car
while I bury him.
He was brought back to life.
Mr. Hobart?
Andre.
Refill, please.
Aah!
Leonora...
Mr. Hobart?
Mr. Hobart!
Mr. Hobart?
Mr. Hobart!
Are you steady now, Colas?
Yes.
He said you were run down by his car.
Are you hurt, Mr. Hobart?
No.
I merely fell aside as he sped away.
I was trying to explain to him
how he'd been dead
and how I had brought him back to life.
He was amused.
He wasn't terribly interested.
Said he was itching to find his young ladies.
Let me help you to the house, Mr. Hobart.
That kind is best left in the past, Colas,
in the dead, harmless quiet
of the past.
I'm sorry I brought him back.
I was wrong to bring him back.
You couldn't have known he was a thing of such evil.
Help me up, Colas.
I'm going to undo what my blindness has done.
I'm going to go and kill him.
What did you put in my drink, Kassia?
A leaf.
Of the Thanatos tree?
Yes.
No wonder it killed me.
Why did you want to kill me, Kassia?
Wasn't ours a beautiful love affair?
Yes.
Until it became a conspiracy.
Oh, sooner or later,
every love affair becomes a conspiracy.
I had decided I did not want
to hurt Leonora's father after all.
Or Leonora.
They're touching, and they're decent,
and they had the artless courage
to become my friends.
But I brought you together
for the sole purpose of hurting them.
In the pocketbook,
where hurting hurts most.
We won't destroy him, Andre.
He destroyed himself.
Oh...
You're a sleek sack of sin, Kassia.
Men like Leonora's father
should never write letters
to girls like you.
It's self-destructive.
Self-destruction is a luxury
which no man should be permitted to enjoy...
Free of charge.
Why didn't you stay dead?
Run, Leonora.
We must hurry!
It's spring in England, Kassia.
Let's not Miss a juicy, rich minute of it.
Andre, you have such richness.
So many have given you so much.
You don't need an old man's wealth.
I have planes and boats...
And villas and jewels...
All the cacophonies with which beggar boys
drown out the groan of insecurity.
I am rich.
But I am noisy rich, Kassia,
and I want to be quiet rich.
You have to be heir to that, Andre.
You can't be born in the sewers
of a noisy world
and grow up to be anything other
than a noisy, sewer-minded man.
You have pierced the heart
of my psychic disorder.
And now we truly must go.
Leonora.
Perhaps she died.
Then our host will simply have to bring her back to us.
Close the doors, Colas,
and lock them from without.
Please?
I'm sorry I brought you back.
I was wrong to bring you back.
Do you intend to right your wrong?
Yes.
With that?
No.
With this, I shall persuade you
to return to my workshop.
I'll try to slant the cycles the other way.
I'll try to send him back into the past.
I imagine hell will be glad to take you back.
You're one of its own.
Would you be willing to go back?
London bridge is falling down
falling down, falling down
we cannot wait for Leonora.
The wind is dirty, Colas.
Will you close the door, please?
Colas.
You should've seen that my time device
would become an instrument of evil.
How could I have seen?
I am blind.
Blinds see those dark things.
So many loved people have died, Colas,
in my time and before my time.
It seemed to me
all those endings were untimely.
I worried about what would become
of all the love left over.
And so I built an antidote...
And allowed it to resurrect an evil clown.
I am not the man to tinker with time, Colas.
No man is that man.
That man is God.
Good-bye, Colas.
Where are you going, Mr. Hobart?
I'm going back...
Into the past...
The dead, harmless quiet of the past.
I thank God...
That kindness is blind.
Did you read it?
I wrote it when I was very young.
It reads...
"Dearest father,
"do not be angry with me
"for leaving school.
"I am interested only in experimenting
"with ways to bring dead people back to life.
"I want to bring mother back.
"Your loving son,
Tone."
Leonora!
Leonora, he's dead!
He's really dead!
Come and see, Leonora!
This time, he's dead!
Andre is dead, Leonora!
Andre is dead!
Will you destroy the device
for me, Leonora,
after it has sent me back into death?
Don't go. Stay!
Please, I need you!
Someone has to...
Has to break those wires
and smash those clocks.
Dangerous devices should not be left lying around
when the devisor has gone.
Aah!
He is dead, Leonora.
Andre is dead.
All of that evil is finally dead.
Aah!
No, don't destroy it yet!
After I've used it!
Oh, don't hurt it!
I need it!
To slide me back into death.
Aah!
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