(wind howling)
(woman speaking in distance)
- [Man] Where would we put all that luggage
if we carried the skies?
(family laughing)
- [Woman] You are very strong.
- [Man] Push.
- This is the last holiday I'm ever going on with you.
- Where'd you get all this muscle?
- Come on.
- More, more, more!
Don't quit now!
- This is terrific.
- How much further?
- Oh, it's only a couple million more miles.
- [Woman] A couple of what?
- A couple of million more miles.
Right up here we're gonna stop.
Keep pushing, don't quit.
- Mexico next time.
- Hawaii's better.
- Yeah.
- Whoa.
Hold it. Holt it.
That's good.
(wind howling)
(sighing)
- Now what're you gonna do?
- I'm gonna try to catch some help.
(sighing)
- Come on, let's have a snowball fight.
- Oh no! No!
(laughing)
No!
- Daddy, come on!
Help me, daddy!
(chuckling)
- Yes, do you have the number for emergency road service?
(motor rumbling)
(laughing)
(tires screeching)
(truck horn honking)
(booming)
(wind howling)
(somber music)
(dramatic piano music)
- Thank you, Stan.
- If you wanna hand with anything,
just give me a shout, Mr. Russell.
- I will, thanks.
(distant police siren)
(somber piano music)
- Daddy!
Catch!
(giggling)
(ball thudding)
- Mr. Russell.
- Do you know that this piece is going to Seattle too,
Estancia?
- [Estancia] Yes, sir.
- Good.
(airplane engines whooshing)
(airport commotion)
First, right after it happened, I was in shock.
I just functioned automatically.
I didn't feel anything.
And one day it hit me.
Joanna and Kathy are gone.
I just kept walking around the apartment,
saying it over and over and over.
"They're gone, they're gone, they're gone."
I guess I was about half crazy.
That's over four months ago,
what I've gotta do now is start making demands of myself.
- Your first class is next Monday.
I've set up a meeting tomorrow with some of the faculty.
You'll remember a lot of them.
11 okay for you?
- That's fine, Robert, thanks.
Thanks for everything you've done.
- Ah, come on.
Everyone's very excited about you being here.
- A well known alumnus and distinguished composer
like yourself.
(chuckling)
- Says who?
- Distinguished or not, we're glad you came.
- [Girl] Give it to me, come on!
Give it to me!
- [Boy] No!
- Okay, kids, keep it down.
Go into the kitchen and get yourself some cookies.
Bye the way, how long are you planning to stay in the hotel?
There's plenty of room for you here, you know.
- Oh no, thanks.
I think I'm gonna find a house to rent.
I've got some things coming out.
What I need is a place I can lock myself in
and pound away at the piano all night.
A place I can work.
- I have a friend who works for
the Historical Preservation Society.
They have some old houses that I'm sure they rent.
We'll see what we can come up with for you.
- Good.
(dramatic piano music)
- [Woman] Mr. Russell?
- Yes.
- Hello, I'm Claire Norman.
Why don't you hop in and we'll drive up.
- Fine.
(dramatic music)
(somber music)
When was the house last occupied?
- Let's see.
About 12 years ago.
It's been with the Historical Society
for the past 12 years.
There we go.
(laughing)
- Wow.
- There were plans, at one time,
to turn it into some kind of a museum.
But I don't know,
I guess the house was meant to be lived in.
- Why hasn't it been lived in?
- I've only been with the Society for a year now.
The impression I get is that they haven't
tried very hard with this place.
Of course, it does need a lot of work.
- Yeah. (chuckling)
- There's some pieces here
that are just stored.
You'd have your pick of them.
You know, whatever you like.
(chuckling)
Kitchen's in here.
- What does it take to maintain a house of this size?
- Oh, we have a man who looks after all of these places.
Mr. Tuttle.
And...
this is the music room.
This is really why I thought of you and this house.
The piano was left here when the society took over.
Just too much trouble to move, really.
Must be in very bad shape.
- What are the terms?
(somber piano music)
(piano key thumping)
(knocking)
- Sorry to disturb your composing.
- That's all right, Mr. Tuttle.
This has already been composed.
- There's a man at the front.
Wants to deliver a water storage tank.
Says you called him.
- Oh, okay.
(piano key ringing)
(ominous music)
- Have you managed to do any writing?
- Yes, I'm still working on the second movement.
Same old problem.
Well, maybe the lectures will help get some new ideas going.
(crowd commotion)
(voices hushing)
(clearing throat)
It's my understanding
that there are 23 students registered...
(students laughing)
for this series of lectures on Advanced Musical Form.
Now we all know that it's not raining outside.
(laughing)
unless there's a fire in some other part of the building
that we don't know about...
(laughing)
An awful lot of people here with nothing better to do.
(students laughing)
However,
we'll know more after the second lecture.
I'm sure there are many of you who may recognize this.
(fast piano music)
(exciting orchestra music)
(crowd applauding)
Sounded a little bit better with an orchestra
than it does with a piano.
- Oh no, you made it sound fun.
It was a great class.
- John's secret is that he's a natural ham.
- Now you go too far.
Excuse me.
- If you can't find your way back--
- Send out a search party.
(crowd commotion)
- Hi.
I'd like you to meet my mother.
- How do you do, Mrs. Norman?
- How do you do?
- This is John Russell.
You remember the Chessman House?
- Oh, yes, yes.
I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Russell.
How are you liking the place?
- Fine.
- It's so large.
(laughing)
- [Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,
may I have your attention please?
I'd like to introduce Senator Joseph Carmichael--
- [Mrs. Norman] My God.
He's gonna make another speech.
- [Claire] What're you're hearing is a lifelong Republican
commenting on the enemy.
- [John] I see.
(crowd applauding)
- You know how I hate making speeches.
(crowd laughing)
But sometimes, on a very special occasion,
like raising money for out magnificent symphony orchestra,
and weren't they fantastic tonight?
(applauding)
Well done.
- I was just going to get a drink.
- I think I'll join you.
I'll be right back, mother.
- Thank you.
Actually, he's on our board of directors
at the Historical Preservation Society.
In fact, he's become out number one philanthropist.
So, are you getting settled in then?
- Oh yes.
- Good.
There's some things at the Society office
that belong to your house.
I'll see if I can dig them up for you.
I'm glad you took that house.
(crowd applauding)
(somber music)
(thunder rumbling)
(eerie music)
(thunder rumbling)
(unsettling music)
(water dripping)
(refrigerator buzzing)
(deep thudding)
(somber piano music)
(door creaking)
(ominous music)
- Mr. Tuttle?
Mr. Tuttle?
(thudding)
- Mr. Russell?
- You frightened me.
Is anyone else here?
Mrs. Rissian cleaning today?
- No, sir. Just me.
- Thank you.
(sighing)
(piano tune playing)
(breath whooshing)
(pleasant piano music)
- That's lovely.
The music.
- Oh, hello.
- Hi.
Has the quality of a lullaby.
- Yes, it is, in fact.
- Well, here we are, as promised.
These are some assorted prints
that used to hang in the house.
- Ah.
- And this is an old restored photograph
taken in front of the house.
- It's that remarkable.
(chuckling)
- I tried to call you first
but information isn't giving your number out yet.
That's a beautiful old piece.
Did you finish it?
- I didn't, no.
(chuckling)
- That was Kathy's, my daughter.
(somber piano music)
- Well, I guess I better be off.
I hope you like the prints.
- Thank you.
- You going riding?
- Yes.
Do you ride?
(pleasant music)
(horses neighing)
John?
What's the matter?
- I was just thinking about my daughter, Kathy.
How much she loved horses.
(truck horn blaring)
- Mommy!
(booming)
(sobbing)
(deep pounding)
(clinking)
- An airlock somewhere.
- It was too loud.
Too rhythmic.
(fire rumbling)
- Well, it's starting at least.
- Why would it happen two mornings in a row?
Preciously at six o'clock.
Why does it go on for about half a minute and stop dead?
It doesn't make sense.
- A furnace is like anything else, Mr. Russell.
It's got habits.
It's an old house.
It makes noises.
(intense instrumental music)
- Well, that's very good.
(musicians sighing)
We're still not together on the offbeats
and darling, you're retiring a little too much
on the last four bars.
Otherwise, it was splendid.
- [Woman] Good night!
(thunder rumbling)
See you tomorrow!
(car horn honking)
(dramatic music)
(moan echoing)
(water trickling)
(person laughing)
(water trickling)
(laugh echoing)
(dramatic music)
(water faucet trickling)
(faucet stopping)
(faucet squeaking)
(shower spraying)
(dramatic music)
(water faucet trickling)
(moan echoing)
(water trickling)
(foreboding music)
(woman moaning)
(menacing music)
(somber music)
- What I'm driving at is,
has anything like this happened in the house before?
If so, to whom, when and what do they do about it?
- Since I've been with the Society,
the house has been empty.
John, you're working very hard.
You've been through a terrible emotional strain.
Isn't it possible that you--
- [John] Hallucinating, is that what you're gonna say?
- Excuse me.
- [Claire] Minnie?
- Claire, there's a call for you, your mother.
Should I tell her you're busy?
- I'll be right there.
Excuse me, John, just for a minute.
(distant car horns honking)
- You know there's some question about your lease,
Mr. Russell.
- What do you mean?
- That house shouldn't have been rented.
Miss Norman rushed those papers
through our attorney's office.
She did not use proper channels.
- Why should anyone object?
- That house is not fit to live in.
No one's been able to live in it.
It doesn't want people.
- Then there has been trouble in the house before.
(dramatic music)
(glass shattering)
(somber music)
(eerie music)
(moan echoing)
(somber music)
(eerie music)
(moan echoing)
(wind howling)
(metal clanking)
(ominous music)
(thudding)
(clinking)
(deep rhythmic pounding)
(metal squeaking)
(wind howling)
(thudding)
(door creaking)
(unsettling music)
(eerie music)
(door creaking)
(foreboding music)
(somber music)
(ominous music)
(pleasant music box chiming)
(eerie music)
(pleasant piano music)
- [John] Claire, listen, it's note for note.
Same tempo. Even the same key.
What do you think?
- I don't know.
It's a startling coincidence.
But that melody must've very popular at one time
or it wouldn't be on the music box.
- I agree but I swear I never heard it
before I played it and recorded it that day you came over.
No.
There's something...
Something that's happened before here.
I'm not the first.
- I went over the files very carefully.
All the way back to 1920.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
- Miss Huxley.
- Minnie's a highly eccentric old woman but she'd never--
- No.
She said the house didn't want people.
She's mistaken.
Whatever it is,
is trying desperately to communicate.
The bangings, the water taps.
Broken windowpanes.
All the glass fell outward.
It had to be done from the inside.
Everything that's happened
has been designed to get me into that attic room.
- I want to see it.
(thunder rumbling)
(rain trickling)
- Look at that book on the desk there.
- CSB.
January 4th, 1909.
It's a little child's writing.
- 1909.
Who could've lived here then?
That's where I found the music box, on the mantle.
(distant thundering)
Look at the wheelchair.
- Oh my God.
It's so small.
What was this room?
(eerie music)
(breath whooshing)
- Former residents, William Sarah Chino and family.
Architect.
Bought the place in 1965, sold it in 1967.
Purchased by the Society of Historical Preservation,
November 1967 through a generous grant
from the Carmichael Foundation.
That's the senator?
- Yes.
- Great philanthropist.
- Now where is the rest of this file?
- Previous occupants.
No previous occupants listed.
- There's nothing here before 1920.
Minnie, we're looking for the Chessman House file, pre 1920.
Do you know where it is?
- What is it you want to know?
- Trying to find out who lived in the house in 1909.
- A man named Barnard, a doctor.
- Did he have any children, do you know?
- I believe a son and a daughter.
There was some kind of family tragedy, I think.
He sold the house in 1909.
- 1909?
I'll set it up for.
- Thank you.
That was fast.
- It's all ready to go.
Scanners on the right.
- Thank you so much.
Let's have a look here.
February 9th, these are want ads.
Financial page.
Real estate, more want ads.
- Wait, wait, wait.
- "Cora Barnard, seven year old daughter of
"Doctor Walter Barnard, prominent Seattle physician
"was struck and seriously injured when she ran
"in front of a passing coal cart
"outside her Chessman Park home yesterday.
"She was hastened to St. Margaret's Hospital
"where her condition remains grave."
So forth and so on.
- Cora Barnard.
CSB.
(ominous music)
There.
- "Cora S. Barnard.
"Daughter of...
"Succumbed...
"In St. Margaret's Hospital.
"Injuries sustained in a February 15th accident.
"She in mourned by her parents.
"Miss Barnard will be entered in the family plot
"in Brookfield Cemetery."
(somber music)
- There's the doctor...
And his wife.
There's the brother, Lloyd.
(somber music)
- His little girl, Cora,
was killed in the street.
It was an accident, almost the same as Kathy.
What is it in that house, Claire?
What is it doing? Why is it trying to reach me?
- John.
- Is it because of my daughter?
I can't go through all of this again.
- John, you must get out of that house.
(thumping)
(clock ticking)
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(ghostly giggling)
(thumping)
(menacing music)
- I believe everything you're saying, Mr. Russell.
The noises, the lights, the teleportation of objects.
It's all very familiar.
Fascinating stuff.
- But the point is,
what do I do now?
- Oh!
I tell you what,
off the record.
We have coming here many mediums and spiritualists and so.
And we test them.
Now, 99 percent
utter frauds.
But the one percent,
astonishing.
- A medium.
(ominous music)
(knocking)
- Mr. Russell?
- Yes.
- How do you do?
My wife, Leah.
- Come in, please.
- Thank you.
- It's just to your left.
- Could we have these lights off, please?
(ominous music)
- I thought I would record what happens.
Is that all right?
- Oh yes, of course.
That's fine.
Mr. Russell, would you sit there, please?
- Yes, of course.
- And I'll sit here.
Thank you.
(eerie music)
(door creaking)
(eerie breathing)
- You've suffered a cruel loss, John Russell.
You've lost a wife and child.
The presence in this house is reaching out to you
through that love.
The presence is very strong here.
(ominous music)
It is the child's presence.
A child who is not at peace.
(door creaking)
Who can not rest.
(ominous music)
The presence is with us.
We sense that you are with us.
Will you talk to us?
Will you communicate with us?
Will you come through to us?
(pencil scribbling)
Will you speak to us?
(ominous music)
We are here to help you.
What is your name?
Will you speak to us?
- Yes.
- What is your name?
Are you the child, Cora?
Are you the child killed by the coal cart?
- [Albert] No.
- [Leah] What is your name?
(ominous music)
- Joseph.
- Did you die in this house, Joseph?
How did you die?
Is there someone here you wish to communicate with?
- John.
Help.
John!
Help!
(eerie music)
Mr. Russell, will you sit over here now, please?
- Will you speak to John?
Will you tell us why you are not at rest?
(eerie moaning)
Speak to John.
John is with us.
(eerie music)
What do you want of John?
Why do you feel no peace?
(thudding)
Why do you remain in this house, Joseph?
What is in this house?
Speak to John.
John is with us.
How did you die?
Did you die in this house?
Why do you remain in this house?
How did you die?
Joseph, did you die in this house?
(yelling)
(glass shattering)
(Claire crying)
(foreboding music)
(recorder playback squeaking)
- [Leah's Recording] We are here to help you.
What is your name?
(recorder rewind buzzing)
Killed by the coal cart?
- [Ghostly Whisper] No.
- [Albert Recording] No.
(recorder rewind buzzing)
- [Leah Recording] Are you the child killed
by the coal cart?
- [Ghost Whisper] No.
- [Albert Recording] No.
(ominous music)
(recorder rewind buzzing)
- [Leah Recording] Are you the child killed
by the coal cart?
- [Ghost Whisper] No.
- [Albert Recording] No.
- [Leah Recording] We are here to help you.
What is your name?
- [Ghost Whisper] Joseph.
- [Leah Recording] What is your name?
- [Ghost Whisper] Joseph.
(ominous music)
- [Leah Recording] What is your name?
- [Ghost Whisper] Joseph.
Joseph.
- [Albert Recording] Joseph.
- [Leah Recording] Did you die in this house, Joseph?
- [Joseph Whisper] House.
My room.
Can't walk.
(eerie music)
- [Leah Recording] Will you tell us why you are not at rest?
- [Joseph Recording] My father.
- [Leah Recording] Joseph, did you die in this house?
- [Joseph Recording] My room.
- [Leah Recording] How did you die?
How did you die?
- How did you die?
How did you die?
- [Joseph] Father.
Father.
The well.
Ranch.
Took the dark.
My medal.
Father.
Father, don't.
Help.
(water splashing)
(menacing music)
(boy gagging)
(water splashing)
(deep banging)
(eerie music box chiming)
Body wet.
The well.
My name,
Joseph Carmichael.
(tape clicking)
(clock ticking)
- Claire?
Yeah.
I'm sorry...
I just...
Can you...
(thudding)
- [Joseph Whisper] House.
My room.
Can't walk.
- [Leah Recording] Will you tell us why you are not at rest?
- [Joseph Recording] My father.
- [Leah Recording] Joseph, did you die in this house?
- [Joseph Recording] My room.
- [Leah Recording] How did you die?
- [Joseph Recording] Father, don't.
My name,
Joseph Carmichael.
(sobbing)
- Sorry.
I shouldn't have called you.
It's just that I needed someone.
(sobbing)
I wrote some words on a paper.
I wrote "sacred heart."
- It used to be a county orphanage named Sacred Heart.
It was closed down years ago.
- What happened?
The child, Joseph Carmichael,
he was murdered in his house, in the attic,
and buried
and than an orphan.
- Stop it!
For one one minute, please!
(gasping)
(ominous music)
(creaking)
(menacing music)
(suspenseful music)
- Miss Huxley's on the phone, Senator.
It's the third time she's called this morning.
She says it's important.
- All right, I'll take it.
- Hello, Minnie, how are you?
- I'm fine.
They've been going through the files.
- Let me have that name again.
John...
Russell.
- I'm very glad to be of help, as you know.
Goodbye.
(ominous music)
(city commotion)
- Senator's campaign bio, 1960.
I got it from the main library.
Had them xerox it for me.
You found something?
- It's some kind of a rough retrospective
that somebody drew up when they were thinking
about turning the house into a museum.
- "Richard Carmichael and family occupied the house
"1899 to 1960."
Richard was the senator's father.
His mother died when he was born in 1900.
It's all in there.
Look at the part about his illness.
- "Joe Carmichael, son at age three,
"was struck down with a form of arthritis."
- Further down.
- "Who has decided to send little Joe
"to the famed Northern Sanatorium in Switzerland
"for special therapy.
"Accompanied by his father,
"he embarked for Europe in October 1906
"and not to set foot on American soil again
"until the succession of World War I."
- See how it might have been done.
Richard's son, a sick child,
was murdered by his father and buried secretly
and a substitute, a six year old orphan,
was put in his place, shipped right over seas right away,
with the father attending, it all worked for him.
Even the war worked.
He kept him in Switzerland until 1918.
He came back here, he was 18 years old,
who was gonna know that he wasn't the real son?
If he wasn't crippled anymore it was because he was cured.
- John,
do you think he knows about the murder?
About the replacement?
- I don't know.
- How could any father do such a thing?
- Richard's wife was Emily Spencer.
She was the daughter of H.T. Spencer.
Founded the Spencer/Carmichael empire.
He died in 1905.
He was a zillionaire.
His will might be very interesting.
Must be a copy of it in the hall of records.
I'm also gonna try to find out if there was a ranch,
a Spencer or Carmichael ranch somewhere.
Yeah, ranch with a well.
- This is the 1908 atlas of Seattle,
which is open to the part of the city
where the Carmichael Ranch was located, right here.
- What does that little mark, right there, mean?
- According to the legend, here,
that was the location of a well on that property.
- I see.
- But in the 1914 atlas,
which is opened here to the same area,
there's been one large lot that has been apparently sold off
but the property is very much the same
and the location of the well is still given.
- Right.
- In the 1928 atlas,
there's quite a change.
There's further subdivision of the property.
The symbol for the well has disappeared
and a house has been built here.
(water sloshing)
(boat horn blowing)
(seagulls squawking)
(knocking)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
- The ranch is listed in the will.
Part of the inheritance of little Joseph Carmichael.
All of five years old at the time.
He got just about everything.
- What about the father, Richard?
- Bypassed.
Except as his son's guardian,
and, therefor, a trustee of the estate.
- [Claire] Well, old man Spencer's daughter was dead
and obviously he wasn't too fond of his son-in-law.
- Yes, but wait.
Richard doesn't get any money
but he still controls his son
and his son is worth a fortune.
Unless, for some reason,
the boy dies before obtaining the age of 21 .
In that case, the entire estate goes to charity.
That would have shut Richard out completely.
There he was with a son who was weak, sickly, bedridden.
Couldn't even walk.
He must've decided not to take a chance on the boy.
The money was just too tempting.
(dramatic music)
- [Claire] What're you gonna tell her?
- [John] About the well, the house and the body.
- And the medal with the name on it?
- No, nothing about Carmichael.
- She'll think you're crazy.
- You'll tell her I'm not.
(laughing)
(knocking)
Good evening Mrs. Grey, I'm John Russell.
This is Miss Norman.
(water sloshing)
- Mr. Russell,
I wouldn't have listened to your story for two minutes,
I wouldn't have let you in here,
bu there's something you said on the phone earlier.
You said that this seance affair of yours
happened three nights ago, right?
- That's right.
- Well, three nights ago,
on Monday night,
Linda, my daughter,
woke up screaming just after midnight.
She had a nightmare.
When I went into her, she was hysterical.
She was sobbing.
I had never seen her like that before.
She had nightmares before.
(distant boat horn blowing)
She said she'd seen a boy.
A very small, very thin,
almost gnome-like.
He was trying to come up through the floor.
And he kept staring at her.
Here, in the middle.
She hasn't been in this room since.
Won't come near it.
Sleeps with me.
- What we want is...
- What you want, Mr. Russell,
is to tear this room apart.
Well, I have your phone number, Mr. Russell.
I'll have to think about it.
(eerie music)
(wind howling)
(water sloshing)
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
(ominous music)
(floor cracking)
(wood bursting)
(screaming)
(ghostly moaning)
(Mrs. Grey yelling)
(saw buzzing)
(boat horn tooting)
(water sloshing)
- They're still digging.
But they found the well.
- Okay.
Find anything?
- No, nothing yet.
This is Tony, Mrs. Grey's son.
- Hi.
(water dripping)
- Give me a flashlight, will you?
- Sure.
- I think I found something.
- What is it?
- It's a hand.
- What?
- It's a hand.
- I'll call the police.
(police radio commotion)
Nothing more?
- Doesn't look like it.
- Do you think there might be something else down there?
- No.
- Assistant coroner said those bones had been down there
maybe 50 years.
Do you have some idea who that child was?
- No, not really.
- What's "not really" mean?
- No.
- I'm gonna want statements from everybody.
Mrs. Grey, do you have some other place
you could stay for tonight?
- Yes, it's all been arranged.
- Good.
(police radio commotion)
- I think you should've told them.
- It's gotta be there.
Without that medal, there's no evidence, there's nothing.
- You have the tape.
- Tapes can be altered.
They know that.
Did you see the expression on his face?
- It was obvious you were holding something back.
- I'll say.
- Look, it's very late.
Why don't you get some rest
and I'll talk to you in the morning.
- Fine, drive careful.
- You too.
(ominous music)
(water dripping)
(glass shattering)
(wind howling)
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
(slow suspenseful music)
(sighing)
(eerie music)
(foreboding music)
- What's the matter?
St. Paul's Church, September 8, 1900.
Joseph Patrick Carmichael.
It was there.
- It was there.
(ominous music)
- You have to show it to the police.
It's the only piece of solid evidence we've got.
- They didn't see me dig it up.
They couldn't find it.
Why should they believe it was there?
- You can't just ignore them.
- The police aren't going to trouble themselves
with a 70 year old case.
- Still, it's an unsolved murder.
- Whatever is to be done has to be done by me.
I've gotta get to Carmichael.
- He won't see you now.
- He'll see me.
(horn honking)
(plane zooming)
Senator!
Hey, Mr. Carmichael!
- Hold up!
- Senator!
- Wait a minute now! Wait a minute now!
- Senator, I'm John Russell!
I'm living in your house!
Senator, look!
I wanna talk to him!
Let me go!
Senator!
Look at this medal!
It's a baptism medal.
It's got your name on it.
It was buried with the body!
A little boy!
Senator, the police know about it!
(plane engines whooshing)
- Who was that? Some kind of crackpot?
- I have no idea.
Nevermind, come on.
(whooshing)
Dale?
I want you to radio back to police headquarters,
Captain DeWitt.
Ask him to call me in Spokane.
This number.
- Yes sir.
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(deep banging)
(suspenseful music)
(doors banging)
- You goddamn son-of-a-bitch!
What is it you want?
What do you want from me?!
I've done everything I can do!
There's nothing more to do.
(birds chirping)
(knocking)
- Mr. Russell?
- Yes?
- My name is DeWitt, Captain DeWitt.
- Oh yes.
- I'd like to talk to you, if I may?
- All right, come in.
- Quite a house.
- Yes.
- You're a musician, a composer.
Is that right, Mr. Russell?
- Yes.
- You teaching a course of the faculty of music
out at the university?
- That's right.
Is this where you held your seance?
- What was it you wanted to talk to me about?
- You were out at Boeing Airfield this morning, Mr. Russell.
They tell me you caused quite a scene.
Screaming and yelling, acting like a lunatic.
Sergeant Durban tells me you were up to some strange things
last night too.
Seems you dug up some bones under a lady's house.
That some ghostly voice told you were there.
Is that correct?
Only Sergeant Durban said you told him
you had no idea who those bones were, no idea at all.
Now it seems a little odd, then, don't you think,
that you'd go charging across that airfield this morning,
making crazy accusations against Senator Carmichael.
- I made no accusations.
- Senator Carmichael, who has served this state
for 36 years
and who is not about to give in to
any dirty, little blackmail schemes.
- Blackmail? - [Dewitt] You heard me.
- What're you talking about?
- I understand you lost your wife and daughter
a little while ago.
Maybe it shook you up.
Maybe too much.
Maybe you need help.
- I'd like you to leave now.
- We can see that you get it.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
- Out! Now!
- Listen to me, Russell,
you've got something of the Senator's.
He wants it back.
It's a little gold medal, a family heirloom.
He lost it.
He thinks you've got it.
(knocking)
- I don't know what you're talking about.
(knocking)
- I'm sorry to barge in on you like this
but I am so damn mad!
This morn...
- This is Captain DeWitt.
He's with the police.
- You're Miss Norman?
- Yes.
- I take it now or I come back in an hour
with a warrant and a crew and we tear this place apart.
- Tear this place apart?
What's going on here?
- I'll be here.
- Suit yourself.
- What was that all about?
- Senator Carmichael thinks he's being blackmailed.
- They've canceled your lease.
They've forced me to resign from the Society.
No explanation, no reason, nothing.
Just get out.
I have an appointment with the head
of the board of directors.
I'll see what I can find out.
I'll call you and let you know.
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
(clock ticking)
(glass shattering)
(menacing music)
(phone ringing)
- Yes?
Yes, Claire.
- I was driving by and I recognized the car.
I don't know how it happened.
I don't know how it could have happened.
There are no other cars. There's nothing.
And it's upside down in the middle of the road.
It's that man, that policeman, that was just at your house!
DeWitt, he's dead!
(plane whooshing)
(helicopter buzzing)
- Carmichael.
Any messages?
Oh yes, Captain DeWitt.
What did he say?
What?
Yeah.
Oh my God.
- What?
- Who?
Russell?
All right.
Let me have the number.
(ominous music)
(thunder rumbling)
- John Russell.
- The senator is expecting you.
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
- Still busy?
- Yes.
(ominous music)
- Where are you going?
- I'll be back in a little while.
- Claire!
(ominous music)
- All right, just what the hell do you want?
- You must have some idea,
otherwise I wouldn't have gotten past the door.
- Well I'm a busy man, make it fast.
- The house on Chessman Park.
Your family lived there until 1906.
(sighing)
It's had a history of strange happenings.
There's something in that house, a manifestation.
This afternoon, Captain DeWitt came to see me.
Presumably on your behalf.
So you must've know what's happened.
At least as must as DeWitt could tell you.
The disturbances, the seance,
the bones found in the well.
I tried to talk to you at the airport.
I showed you this.
DeWitt said you lost it.
I found it in the grave where the child was buried.
There's no logical explanation
for what I'm going to say to you now.
The boy was badly crippled.
I believe he was killed in an attic room of that house.
I saw what happened.
I believe it was Richard Carmichael, your father,
who murdered the boy, his natural son,
Joseph Carmichael.
There was a substitution from the Sacred Heart Orphanage.
The boy was taken to Europe,
cured miraculously
and returned to inherit an empire.
That changeling was you.
- So that's your story.
- Whatever you wanna call it.
- How much?
- My God.
- All right, how much do you want for
this farce that you've concocted?
- This isn't blackmail.
- I've been dealing with vermin like you for years.
You wait your chance, then you come in with a story--
- The story terrifies you, doesn't it?
It's the truth, it won't be buried.
- Get out!
- None of this belongs to you.
- Get out of here with your filthy lies.
- It should've gone to that dead child.
You suspected something was wrong all your life.
You're not Joseph Carmichael.
You're the beneficiary of the cruelest kind of murder.
Murder for profit!
- No!
My father was not a murderer!
Nobody in this world can say that!
My father was a great man.
He was a loving man
and for you to come in here and accuse him of...
Of killing.
Damn you!
I will not allow you to slander his good name.
- These documents are on file with the city.
This is the tape of the seance.
There's no copy.
Take it, I've done what I had to do.
I'm sorry.
- Russell.
If I find that you've breathed one word of this,
one word to anyone,
you'll wish that you've never come into this world.
(dramatic music)
- What's the yelling about?
- Nothing.
Get out!
Leave me alone!
(ominous music)
(thunder rumbling)
(wind howling)
(door creaking)
- John?
I tried to call.
(ominous music)
John?
(booming)
- [John] This isn't like me.
- John, where are you?
(thunder rumbling)
(John mumbling)
John, what're you doing?
John?
- [John] What do you want?!
(eerie music)
(thunder rumbling)
Joseph's coming.
(John yelling)
(menacing music)
(door creaking)
- John?
Please.
I don't wanna come up there.
- [John] Claire?
- John?
(eerie music)
(creaking)
John?
(screaming)
(suspenseful music)
(screaming)
(growling)
(screaming)
Oh John!
I was calling you! I was calling you!
(glass rattling)
(thunder rumbling)
You were here.
I kept calling you!
(gasping)
- You're all right, calm down.
Just wait in the car for me.
- Oh no, you can't go back in there!
No, please! Please, no!
- Claire!
(sobbing)
I'll be right back, don't worry.
(suspenseful music)
Joseph, no!
(wind howling)
(suspenseful music)
(glass rattling)
(booming)
(wind howling)
(suspenseful music)
(fire rumbling)
(eerie music)
- [Joseph] Father!
Father!
(ominous music)
My medal!
(rattling)
Father! Father!
Father!
My medal.
(menacing music)
(fire rumbling)
(wood creaking)
(rumbling)
(menacing music)
(deep pounding)
(glass rattling)
(banging)
- John!
John!
(fire rumbling)
(dramatic music)
(screaming)
(fire rumbling)
(dramatic music)
- [Joseph] My medal!
My medal! My medal!
Father!
Help!
(water sloshing)
(boy gasping)
(rattling)
(deep pounding)
(water splashing)
(explosion rumbling)
(ominous music)
(police radio commotion)
(dramatic music)
(siren alarming)
(sirens alarming)
(dramatic music)
(wind howling)
(clicking)
(music box tune chiming)