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AND YOU DON'T KNOW ?

WHAT ?

HE KNOWS,

DOESN'T HE, FENNY ?

MAYBE HE'D LIKE TO PLAY

WITH US, FENNY.

WHAT ?

MAYBE IT'S TIME

HE JOINED OUR LITTLE GAME.

YEAH. YOU'RE GONNA BE

SEEING SOME UNUSUAL...

AND INTERESTING THINGS

BEFORE WE'RE THROUGH,

RICKY !

NO.

AND YOU MIGHT SAY...

YOU'RE GONNA BE HAVING

THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE.

YOU KNOW, RICKY,

YOU'RE NOT GONNA KNOW

IF YOU'RE REAPING OR SOWING.

YOU WON'T KNOW UP

FROM DOWN. AND, RICKY,

WE'RE GOING TO TEAR THE SOUL

OF THIS PATHETIC TOWN...

AND CRUSH ITS BARE BONES

BETWEEN OUR TEETH !

FENNY DID GOOD,

DIDN'T HE, LADY ?

EXCELLENT.

YOU LIKED THAT, DIDN'T YOU ?

I LOVED IT. NOW I'LL TELL YOU

WHAT WE'RE GOING TO DO NEXT.

THAT'S HIM !

GREGORY BATE.

ARE YOU SURE,

MR. HAWTHORNE ?

POSITIVE.

THE EVIDENCE,

TAKEN AS A WHOLE,

LEADS ME TO ONLY ONE

POSSIBLE CONCLUSION.

THAT EDWARD CHARLES WANDERLEY,

HIS MIND IN A STATE

OF CONFUSION,

TOOK HIS OWN LIFE.

I DON'T BELIEVE THIS !

GET THEM OUT OF THAT HOUSE

TODAY. DO YOU HEAR ME ?

I'M SURE EVERYBODY

HAS BY NOW.

DON'T SMART-ASS ME.

JUST GET 'EM OUTTA THERE.

SEARS JAMES,

I DON'T SUPPOSE

THERE'S ANY MAN ALIVE...

WHO EVER GOT IN:

THE LAST WORD WITH YOU.

I SHOULD HOPE:

TO HELL NOT !

MR. HAWTHORNE.

MEET ME AT THE VILLAGE

PUMP IN HALF AN HOUR.

IT'S JUST LIKE MR. HAWTHORNE

SAID, WALT. BATE IS CRAZY.

"EXTREMELY UNSTABLE,"

IT SAYS HERE.

HE AND THE BOY ESCAPED

FROM A STATE MENTAL HOSPITAL

ABOUT A MONTH AGO.

AND, WALT...

HE WAS A MEMBER OF SOME KIND

OF OCCULT ORDER...

BACK IN CALIFORNIA.

GEEZ, WHAT A PAIR !

MM, WALT !

WHAT ABOUT THIS OCCUL BUSINESS ?

YOU THINK THERE'S

ANYTHING TO IT ?

I AIN'T NO FREUD.

DAMN FUNNY WORLD.

GETTIN' TO BE

A DAMN FUNNY WORLD.

STRANGEST THINGS

POP INTO MY HEAD.

I WAS JUST THINKING

THAT SIDEWALKS:

HAVE CHANGED THE WORLD.

-ONE OF MY EARLIES RECOLLECTIONS IS--

- MR. HAWTHORNE ?

CALL ME RICKY. EVERYBODY DOES.

GETTING BACK TO SIDEWALKS,

YOUR FATHER AND I

USED TO--

MR. HAWTHORNE.

YOU DIDN'T ASK ME HERE

TO TALK ABOUT SIDEWALKS,

DID YOU ?

NO. NO.

SEARS WOULD BRAIN ME

FOR SAYING THIS,

BUT I THINK:

WE'RE IN DANGER.

ALL OF US:
MILBURN,

THE CHOWDER SOCIETY.

ESPECIALLY:

THE CHOWDER SOCIETY.

WHO IS THIS ?

I'M NEVER GONNA FIND NOTHIN'.

ONLY A PAIR OF LOONIES.

COCKAMAMIE !

SOMEONE'S IDEA OF A JOKE.

THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD,

I SHALL NOT WANT.

HE MAKETH ME TO LIE DOWN

IN GREEN PASTURES.

HE RESTORETH--

HOW DID YOU:

GET IN HERE ?

SUCH A TRAGEDY.

I'M SO VERY SORRY.

WHAT KIND OF WELCOME

IS THAT, DON ?

SOMEONE'S DIED HERE.

WHAT DO YOU WANT ?

HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME ?

TO LOOK.

TO TOUCH.

WHO ARE YOU ?

MY NAME IS GREGORY BATE,

ALTHOUGH I'VE BEEN KNOWN

BY OTHER NAMES IN OTHER PLACES.

GET OUT !

ARE YOU AFRAID, DON ?

WILL YOU BE AFRAID WHEN

YOU WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY

OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH ?

YOU'RE CRAZY.

GREAT TREATS ARE IN STORE

FOR YOU AND YOUR OLD FRIENDS.

IMAGINE.

JUST IMAGINE.

- GET THE HELL OUT !

- WE'RE FULL OF SURPRISES,

AREN'T WE, FENNY ?

GOOD BOY.

WE DO HAVE SOMETHING SPECIAL

FOR DON, DON'T WE ?

IT'S A LITTLE PRESEN FROM OUR BENEFACTOR.

WHERE DID YOU GET THAT ?

EVERY WINTER.

ICE. THE POWER LINES.

YOU SHOULD:

SEE YOURSELVES.

YOU LOOK LIKE:

THREE OWLS.

LEAVE THE CANDLES, MILLY.

YOU'RE GIVING

EACH OTHER THE WILLIES

WITH THESE MEETINGS.

- HE'S FOUND A PICTURE OF HER.

- WHO ?

- DON.

- BUT THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE.

I THOUGHT WE--

I'M AFRAID EDWARD KEPT ONE.

- WHAT HAVE YOU TOLD HIM ?

- NOTHING.

I WANTED TO.

I LIKE THE BOY.

- THE CIRCLE

HAS HELD THIS LONG.

- MAYBE HE CAN HELP US.

- CHANGE IS CHANGE

FOR THE WORSE !

- SPOKEN LIKE A TRUE LAWYER.

HUH !

WE CAN FEEL THINGS

WATCHING US:

AND FOLLOWING US,

AND WE DISMISS THEM

AS FANTASIES.

WE HAVE NIGHTMARES

AND TRY TO FORGET THEM.

NOW THAT EDWARD'S GONE,

I FEAR--

I VERY MUCH FEAR...

THAT MORE OF US:

ARE GOING TO DIE.

I THINK HE'S RIGHT.

- I TOLD HIM

YOU WEREN'T TO BE DISTURBED.

- THAT'LL BE ALL, MILLY.

- MILLY.

- WELL, THEN, I'LL JUS LEAVE YOU GENTLEMEN...

TO YOUR PRIVATE BUSINESS.

WELL, YOUNG MAN,

DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING

TO SAY TO US ?

I WANT TO BUY MY WAY

INTO THE CHOWDER SOCIETY.

BUY ?

WHAT DID YOU SAY ?

WITH A STORY.

ISN'T THAT THE PRICE

OF ADMISSION ?

I'M SORRY, MR. HAWTHORNE.

RICKY.

BUT IT'S WORSE THAN YOU KNOW.

AT LEAST TWO PEOPLE

HAVE ALREADY DIED.

MY BROTHER WAS THE FIRST.

I THINK THIS IS:

A GHOST STORY.

I HAD LANDED A...

YEAR'S TEACHING JOB...

AT A SMALL LIBERAL ARTS

COLLEGE JUST NORTH

OF ORLANDO, FLORIDA.

PRETTY UNROMANTIC STUFF,

REALLY. JUST A COUPLE

OF SECTIONS...

OF AN UNDERGRADUATE COURSE

IN AMERICAN LITERATURE.

WAIT UP !

I WAS SEEING-- I WAS SORT OF

SEEING THIS OTHER INSTRUCTOR,

A GIRL NAMED HELEN KAYON.

MR. WANDERLEY.

- WHO WAS THAT ?

-THE DEAN'S NEW SECRETARY.

JUST STARTED TODAY.

- HOW'D SHE KNOW WHO I WAS ?

- IT MUST BE THOSE BLUE EYES

OF YOURS.

RIGHT.

- CALL ME TONIGHT.

- ALL RIGHT.

"AND THE FIRST THING

SHE DOES IS SEDUCE HIM.

"THE FIRST THING HE DOES

IS TO BE SEDUCED.

"AND THE SECOND THING

THEY DO...

"IS HUG THEIR SIN

IN SECRET...

"AND GLOAT OVER IT.

AND TRY TO UNDERSTAND."

WHICH IS THE MYTH

OF NEW ENGLAND.

BETWEEN NOW:

AND THE NEXT TIME WE MEET,

I'D LIKE YOU TO THINK ABOU WHAT D.H. LAWRENCE MEAN WHEN HE WROTE THAT.

DO YOU HAVE A QUESTION,

MR. SOLT ?

YEAH, THE PAR ABOUT SEDUCTION.

- YES ?

- COULD YOU BE

A LITTLE MORE SPECIFIC ?

NEXT TIME.

SO YOU'RE WORKIN' LATE,

HUH ?

MR. WANDERLEY.

NO, THAT'S NOT REALLY FAIR,

IS IT ? YOU KNOW MY NAME,

AND I DON'T KNOW YOURS.

ALMA. ALMA MOBLEY.

- SHALL I TELL THE DEAN--

- OH, NO ! NOT--

NOT RIGHT AWAY.

UM, HE'S-- I REALLY

STOPPED BY TO SEE YOU.

I WONDERED IF YOU'RE NOT BUSY,

UH, TONIGHT,

UH, IF YOU'RE NOT DOING

ANYTHING SPECIAL, MAYBE YOU'D

LIKE TO JOIN ME FOR DINNER.

UH, I MEAN--

AH, WANDERLEY.

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN

READING MY MIND.

YOU'VE BEEN DOING

EXEMPLARY WORK, DONALD.

THANK YOU.

I DON'T KNOW

WHAT YOUR PLANS ARE,

BUT I WAS JUST THINKING...

MAYBE WE SHOULD:

EXTEND YOUR STAY HERE

ANOTHER YEAR.

CLOSE YOUR EYES.

MAKE A WISH.

IF YOU WANT TO MAKE LOVE

TO ME, YOU'D BETTER HURRY !

DO YOU LIKE IT ?

IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

I'M FRIGHTENED

OF THUNDER.

I GUESS I'D BETTER

STAY HERE TONIGHT.

YES.

AHHH !

I WANT YOU !

I WANT ANOTHER KISS.

WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE.

I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING

ABOUT YOU, YOU KNOW ?

THERE'S NOTHING MUCH

TO KNOW. I'M JUS AN OLD-FASHIONED GIRL.

I'LL SAY.

- COME ON, TELL ME.

- NOT NOW.

WELL, UH,

WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?

SO H-HOW'D YOU WIND UP

DOWN HERE ?

NONE OF THAT MATTERS.

I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT YOU.

TELL ME WHERE YOU LIVE.

AH, JUST A COUPLE OF ROOMS.

NO, NO.

WHERE YOU GREW UP.

AH, MILBURN ?

WELL, IT'S JUST A GRAVE

OF A TOWN IN NEW ENGLAND.

UH, NOTHIN'S CHANGED THERE

IN ABOUT 200 YEARS.

SOUNDS LOVELY.

IT'S NOT. IT'S BORING.

WILL YOU TAKE ME THERE

SOMETIME ?

YEAH.

PROMISE ?

YEAH,

I PROMISE.

NOW.

I WANT YOU... NOW.

HERE ?

HERE.

OR NEVER AGAIN.

THIS DOOR IS NOT TO BE LOCKED

AT ANY TIME.

THERE'S MRS. MEREDITH.

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