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Yes, I understand.

Oh, Miles, I wish you could

come and stay with us.

Well, I was just thinking.

The laboratory downstairs.

What about it?

Well, you may know that Guy

offered me the use of it...

in order to further

my researches.

If I accepted his offer...

I might be able to come

here from time to time.

Oh, Miles, that would be

absolutely wonderful!

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Well, I must go now,

but I'll be back.

And remember,

the smallest thing.

Don't forget.

I won't forget.

Dear Emily.

Frog, please, Judson.

Yes, sir.

Your frog, sir.

Oh, put him down here, please.

Now, if we place one terminal

of the galvanic battery...

in contact with the nerve...

and the other

in contact with muscle...

We cause a contraction

of the muscle.

There.

You see?

Now, if you could

control the responses...

of the human mind

as easily as you control...

the muscles of a frog...

I might have some faith

in your work.

Someday, we may be able to...

if we continue our research.

And if you were

to continue YOUR work...

No, no, no, no.

You know, I think

you should make an effort...

to take your mind

off your fears.

You should get away

from this place.

Take Emily to Venice.

Then when you return...

most of your problem

Would have disappeared.

Perhaps you're right.

I'll think about it.

Don't think about it. Do it.

I may. Meanwhile...

I'll leave you

to your little friends.

Do you wish to continue, sir?

Hmm?

Oh, yes, Judson.

You and Miles were right.

I do have to get

outside occasionally.

I told you.

All we need is each other.

We need nothing else

to be happy.

How true.

How true that really is.

What is it?

Listen!

What's the matter, Guy?

That whistling.

I don't hear anything.

Listen, I tell you!

Guy!

Guy, don't run away!

Guy!

Guy!

Darling! Darling, what's wrong?

I saw them.

You saw whom?

Those two filthy grave robbers.

They were coming for me.

Ask Emily.

She saw them, too.

No. I saw no one.

But you must have.

They passed right by us.

Surely you heard them.

Guy, you're overwrought.

L... please.

They were coming for ME.

No one questions your word, Guy.

Don't humor me! I'm not mad!

I saw them as clearly

as I'm seeing you!

Darling, let's go back

to the house...

and you can rest, and... well...

then you can talk.

Come on.

You DIDN'T see them?

No.

It was dark and foggy.

I'll join you downstairs

in a little while.

I just want to rest some more.

All right, darling.

We'll all be waiting for you.

How is he, Emily?

Well, he's better, I think.

- He's resting.

- Good.

What do you think he saw, Miles?

Exactly what he said...

the two grave robbers.

Well, then why

didn't I see them?

Because they weren't real.

You mean, they were

Something supernatural?

I don't deny the possibility

of the supernatural.

However, I do believe...

that there's a more

logical explanation.

You see, Emily,

the human mind...

Well, it's a remarkable

instrument.

It can create something

out of nothing...

and that's probably

What happened.

Well...

What you're trying

to say is that...

Guy is mad.

No. Nothing of the sort.

He's disturbed,

and there's a difference.

If his father

Was prematurely interred...

He wasn't.

How do you know?

I know because

I went to the crypt...

and saw for myself.

My father rests in peace.

It's the wind.

- Guy!

- He's there!

There's nobody there.

But you MUST have seen him!

I saw only you, Guy.

Miles, what are we going to do?

Ever since that night

on the moors, he's been...

Well, I just don't

recognize him anymore.

Have you asked him

to go away with you?

How can I?

He won't come out

of that terrible place...

and won't let me in.

All he wants to do

is just sit and brood.

Miles, you've got

to do something.

Emily, I'm afraid

I've done all I can.

Someday, treatment

of the mind...

Will be a science...

and they'll be able to cope

With such problems.

But at this present stage...

Emily, there is one thing

We haven't tried.

Well, just tell me what to do.

Guy?

Guy, let me in.

Well, this is quite a surprise.

Is there any purpose

to this visit...

apart, that is, from

interrupting my work?

Yes.

I thought

you'd given up painting.

It's merely portraiture.

Let us say I'm entering

a new period.

May I see it?

I don't think you'd

find it very pleasing.

Surely I should be

the one to decide that.

Very well. Don't say

I didn't warn you.

I call it "Some Consummations

Devoutly to be wished. "

But why?

Think.

All these dreadful tortures

you see depicted here...

the rack and the stake...

the whole ghastly catalog...

are they not indeed

devoutly to be wished...

preferred to that fate which

is the most terrible of all?

That fate has already

come to pass, Guy.

What are you talking about?

About you.

You don't fear burial alive...

because you are

already buried alive.

What is it you're afraid of?

Being locked in a tomb?

Why, you've been locked

in a tomb for months.

THIS tomb!

And I've been your widow...

and I don't like

being your widow, Guy.

And what's more, I'm not

going to be much longer.

Emily!

No, Guy. I'm here

to give you a choice.

You can have this...

this living death...

or you can have me...

but you can't have both.

Emily, please.

I love you, Guy.

I love you very much...

and I want

to take care of you...

but as long

as you're here, I can't.

No one can.

I realize that, but...

I'm so afraid.

Oh, you needn't be, my darling.

I promise you.

Look at me.

I promise you that

no matter what happens...

I'll never let them

take you down to that...

that horrible crypt.

Trust me to take care of you.

I do trust you, Emily,

but it isn't that.

Guy, if you do choose me...

then you must destroy

this evil vault.

Wipe it off the face

of the earth...

and out of your mind forever!

If you don't...

then I shall never

see you again.

Well, which is it to be?

Death by yourself...

or life with me?

Emily!

Please forgive me, darling.

I wouldn't lose you.

I just couldn't.

Not for anything.

Oh, Guy, I love you.

Guy, that took great courage.

No. Once again,

I was motivated by fear...

fear of losing something

more valuable than my life.

You'll never regret it.

I pray God you're right.

I want to thank you both

for asking me to the ceremony.

I suppose that now you'll be

having that honeymoon, huh?

Yes, but first there will be

a small party Friday night.

You will be with us,

Miles, won't you?

If your father doesn't

take it into his mind...

to keep me working

at the hospital.

Oh, he won't, because

We shall invite both of you.

Well, then, of course,

in that case.

Lady Catherine?

Milord?

Thank you, Judson.

My friends, to life.

Dr. Gault,

Would you like a cigar?

Oh. Thank you. Yes.

- Join us, Miles?

- In just a moment.

It's extraordinary,

Lady Catherine...

but he looks

the picture of health...

don't you agree?

Looks can be deceiving,

Dr. Archer.

Thank you.

Well, permit me to offer

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