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for these feelings.

- Will the room do?

- Oh, yes. Yes, it's fine.

- lt's been used as a studio before,

hasn't it? - Yes, l believe it has.

Not in my time.

As long as she's here in this house,

l can't be happy.

Bring the painting to life, Charles.

Please.

Promise me.

[BANGlNG ON DOOR]

GABRlEL:

Charles?

l want to talk to my wife.

l know she's in there.

Now, open the door.

MAN 1:

More of your dreary moralizing?

GABRlEL:

Open the door!

MAN 1:

Try my patience, brother.

ANGELlQUE:

Let him in.

l've come for my wife, Charles.

Little brother's suddenly become a man.

Will you take the credit

for that, my dear?

- Have you lost your mind?

- No.

- Stop.

- You touch her, and l'll kill you.

Don't any of you touch me.

l'll come with you,

but don't any of you touch me.

MAN 2:

Come with us, Angelique Collins.

ANGELlQUE:
As long as she's

in this house, l can't be happy.

Bring the painting to life.

Please.

CARLOTTA:

Oh, Mr. Collins, you startled me.

l was just straightening up the room.

l saw a little girl standing here

by the window.

- A little girl?

- Yes. l was outside.

Yes, l know. l saw you from the window.

But l didn't see you.

l saw a child holding a doll.

This was a child's room, wasn't it?

Yes, it was. lt was Mrs. Stoddard's

when she was a little girl.

lt must have been a trick of the light.

Yes, it must have been.

Well, l'd better get back to work.

l'm glad l'm not driving.

- Sweetheart, some wine?

- Just a touch.

A touch. Now, who'd have thought

we'd have been here two years ago?

- l would have.

- You would, huh?

- Makes life interesting.

- Take a look at this thing.

Gregory strikes again.

He must think we're the manor folk.

Honey, remember, we are broke.

A little more wine for the gentleman.

A little wine.

ALEX:

Well, hello, Carlotta.

How are you?

QUENTlN:
What's that?

TRACY:
That's your surprise.

QUENTlN:

What is it?

Well, it's something

that you can't be without.

[ALEX LAUGHlNG]

ALEX:

You've gotta be kidding.

Why? l think he'll look marvelous in them.

TRACY:

Gregory said l could take them back if--

- Promise you, l'll wear them. Someday.

- Someday.

- Oh, Carlotta.

- Yes?

l found some old paintings

of Charles Collins up in the tower room.

Oh?

Do you know anything about his history?

Yes, l do.

He was a marvelous man,

a brilliant artist.

Oh, you almost sound

like you know him, Carlotta.

Will you be having brandy in the gallery?

No, thanks.

ALEX:

Not me. l'm up with the sun these days.

- Sure?

ALEX:
Positive.

- Ready, baby?

- Ready.

Ready.

A little more wine.

l'm having more

of those crazy daydreams.

Wanna talk about them?

- Can you come over tomorrow?

- Sure.

Okay.

[MUTED SOUND]

TRACY:

Quentin, stop it!

Stop it, Quentin. Get away.

Tracy?

Mr. Collins.

TRACY:
Darling, we don't need to

talk about it anymore.

QUENTlN:
The first thing l remember

was Gerard, but l didn't recognize him.

- What was he doing in the house, anyway?

TRACY:
He simply thought he saw a light.

And what was l about to do to you?

You stopped when you realized

what you were doing.

Don't worry about me.

The important thing is to try

to figure out why it happened.

l know.

How are we gonna do that?

Well, let's go to sleep.

l'm sure it'll seem easier in the morning.

You're not afraid of me.

No. No.

Hey, you!

Hello there.

TRACY:

Alex.

- Are you all right?

- Stay out of here.

Alex, what happened?

What happened?

l was exploring,

l guess l shouldn't have been.

Then the whole place fell down.

What's new, Trace?

Something sort of funny

happened last night, Alex.

l'm a little worried about it.

Come on, tell me about it.

TRACY:
Well, l don't know exactly.

l woke up late...

...and l looked for Quentin and he wasn't

there. So l went up to the tower.

- Hello.

- Hi.

l wanna thank you

for not telling Alex everything.

Well, l couldn't do that.

You weren't yourself.

Carlotta.

l've decided not to use

the tower room as a studio anymore.

But you said you were working

so well there.

This room seems better to me.

Would you mind having my easel

and paints moved down tonight?

lf you're sure, l'll start right now.

Oh, Quentin. l won't bother you

down here. l swear l won't.

l felt you were so far away

when you were in the tower.

l won't be anymore,

so stop worrying about it.

- Everything's gonna be all right.

- l know.

Now it will.

l said l didn't wanna see that again.

lt belongs in this room.

QUENTlN:

l find it distracting.

l don't want it around.

CARLOTTA:
There would be fewer

distractions if you went back to the tower.

All right, Carlotta,

what's going on around here?

Why is my working in the tower room

so important to you?

lt isn't. lt just seemed so ideal.

That's not the reason.

You know about those dreams

l've been having, don't you?

- l don't know what you're referring to.

- You know what l'm referring to. Her.

Am l dreaming it, or is she real?

Now, tell me...

...is she real?

You remember that little girl you thought

you saw at the window the other day?

Yes.

Well, it wasn't your imagination.

The girl was Sarah Castle.

She lived in this house

over 150 years ago.

What you've been seeing

are actually memories of a previous life.

l am the living proof of it.

l am the reincarnation of Sarah Castle.

That little girl was me.

l was part of everything

you're now remembering.

We're rare people, you and l.

Not only have we lived before,

but we're fortunate enough to remember.

Angelique loves us.

She always has and she always will.

l'll always remember that last day.

lt was a dark and rainy afternoon.

All week long, strange tensions

had been building in the house.

Tensions l did not understand,

but feared.

Everyone did not love my Angelique

as l did.

LAURA:

We can talk in here.

Gabriel, you must make a decision.

l think you've already made that for me.

Why else would the good

Reverend Strack be here?

STRACK:

Where is the witch now?

LAURA:

Where she always is.

ln the tower, posing for my husband.

STRACK:

Well, Mr. Collins?

- Why do you want my permission?

- Angelique Collins is your wife.

LAURA:
Do you want a mob

with firebrands outside this house?

l promise you,

it will come to that, and soon.

The strange death of Reverend Herridge...

...so soon after his sermon

denouncing her.

Yes, yes, but...

But the scandal.

LAURA:

There will be no scandal.

STRACK:

We've chosen four men from the estate...

...each of whom has seen proof

of her witchcraft.

They've sworn to keep silent forever.

Gabriel...

...if we must, we'll do it without you.

This evil must be driven from the land

before it destroys us all.

You're right.

There is no other way.

What of my brother, Charles?

He must learn the lesson of the damned.

He shall watch her die.

CARLOTTA:

She walked down the stairs so proudly.

They were all afraid to touch her.

l suddenly knew

l would never see her again.

- l ran to her.

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