Premature Burial Page #4

my congratulations...

on your lordship's recovery.

I think you should offer them

to Emily and to Miles.

They are responsible.

Well, Father, are you

enjoying yourself?

I never enjoy myself.

I merely experience

greater and lesser...

degrees of tedium, that's all.

It's just the cat, darling.

Yes, I know...

but why should

She cry like that?

Hungry, I expect.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Sounds as if it's coming

from over there.

Poor little thing must be stuck.

Wait a moment.

Down here.

Look at that.

It's down here.

Down here.

There it is.

All right, old girl.

We'll have you out in a moment.

However could she have

got behind there?

It must have crawled through.

Let me have the poor wee thing.

There, now.

What a thing to happen.

There, you see?

No harm done after all.

There. She's all right.

Guy, are you all right?

What if we hadn't heard her?

But we DID hear her.

You haven't

put these thoughts...

out of your mind

after all, have you?

Oh, of course he has.

This is just a sort of...

You haven't, have you?

Guy, you've got to

put it out of your mind.

I've tried.

I've tried everything.

Not everything.

Guy, your fear of catalepsy

is based on your belief...

that your father was

prematurely buried.

Isn't that correct?

I heard him. I heard his voice.

You THINKyou heard it.

I heard his voice!

All right, then prove it.

What do you mean?

Just that... prove it.

Take me down to the crypt

and show me his body.

I can't.

Because you know it isn't true.

- No!

- Yes.

Why else do you think

you've avoided it?

Because you're afraid...

afraid that this fear...

is nothing more

than a trick of your mind.

I'd give anything

to find out if that were true.

All right, then

take me downstairs.

All right.

I will.

No. Guy, don't you

think you should rest?

Emily, Miles is right.

I've put this off long enough.

The key to the crypt...

it's gone.

Who has access to these?

No one but myself.

But do you keep it locked?

No, but...

Guy, did you come

down here and take the key?

I don't think so.

Is it possible

for someone to do...

a thing like that

and not remember it?

It's possible.

You admit to doing...

many things lately

that you don't remember.

Well, it's unimportant.

We'll break it open.

Follow me.

Which one is it?

Over there.

I can't.

You must.

It's your only chance.

If you fail now,

you'll be haunted forever.

Kate, bring me a mirror.

You're wasting your time.

He's dead.

No. No, he can't be.

He can't be.

He's finished. Heart attack.

Oh, no!

Are you sure, Dr. Gault?

Of course I am.

No, there's no sign of life,

but to be absolutely sure...

We should make one more test.

Foolishness, Archer.

The man's dead.

Judson, help me with

the galvanic battery.

No, don't do this.

Listen to me. I'm alive.

Can't you hear me?

I'm alive! I'm alive!

Uh, Kate, you and Emily

had better leave the room.

Miles.

Miles! In the name of heaven!

Well? Is he dead or isn't he?

He is.

No. I'm not dead.

I'm alive!

Judson, help me

With the battery.

We may as well take him

back to the crypt.

No. I promised him that

no matter what happens...

I'd never let them take him

down to the crypt.

Nonsense, Emily.

Oh, well. It's your decision.

Man that is born of woman...

hath but a short time to live,

and is full of misery.

He cometh up and is

cut down like a flower.

He fleeth as it were a shadow...

and never continueth

in one stay.

In the midst of life,

We are in death.

Of whom may we seek for succor

but of thee, dear Lord...

Who, for our sins,

art justly displeased?

Yet, O Lord God most mighty...

O holy and most

merciful savior...

deliver us not into the bitter

pain of eternal death.

Thou knowest, Lord,

the secrets of our hearts.

Shut not thy merciful ears

to thy prayers...

but spare us, God most mighty.

O most merciful savior, thou

most worthy judge eternal...

suffer us not

at our last hour...

for any pains of death

to fall from thee.

Suffer us not.

Pains of death.

Oh, please, help me!

Someone, help me.

Help me!

Amen.

You may say farewell now.

Good-bye, my darling.

Emily.

Emily, come back.

Come back!

They'll see me.

They'll look at my eyes.

They're not taking me

to the crypt.

But... Where ARE

they taking me?

Where? Where?

Why can't I move?

Oh, God, why can't I move?

O merciful God...

We consign the soul

of Guy Carrell...

son of Gideon

and Agatha Carrell...

to thine eternal care.

Amen.

Look at me!

Someone, look at me!

Oh, for God's sake, please!

You can't bury me alive!

Can't you see I'm alive?

God, why can't I move?

Why can't I move?

No. No!

Help me.

Someone, help me!

I'm alive!

Can't you hear me?

Can't you see my eyes?

I'm alive! Alive! Ali...

You'll be leaving, I suppose...

after the reading of the will.

Why should you say that?

No reason. I merely thought

that under the circumstances...

you might find this

house rather disturbing.

To your conscience, I mean.

Kate, are you implying...

that Emily is in any way

responsible for Guy's death?

No one is responsible.

He died of a heart attack

induced by shock.

Don't you understand?

Yes. I understand.

The fact is, he brought on

the shock himself.

The episode in the crypt

and all the others...

they were planned, contrived.

Don't you see?

Planned? By whom?

By Guy himself.

In a strange way,

he wanted to die.

Stop talking about him!

That's a bit much,

Mr. Sweeney.

What is, Mr. Mole?

The old gentleman sending us

out here to dig up this one.

I mean, his own son-in-law!

Well, one stiff's pretty

much like another.

Oh, we've struck wood.

Now, where's the bloody crowbar?

I believe I left it up on top.

Well, Mr. Mole, would you do me

the kindness to fetch it down?

Yes, I will, Mr. Sweeney.

I found it, Mr. Sweeney!

Huh? No!

No! I never did

nothing to you!

Please! Please!

I've never done nothing

to you. Please!

Sweeney! You blithering

idiot! What did you...

I told you to take him

to my quarters.

Oh, well. May as well

have a look at him now.

Yes.

Ironic, don't you think?

And rather fitting, really.

In life, Guy Carrell contributed

nothing to medical science.

In death, he shall

Serve it admirably.

Sweeney?

No! You're dead! No!

Emily, there's nothing

Whatever wrong with you.

Well, not physically, perhaps.

Then why did you send

Judson for me? Hmm?

Well, I was afraid to be alone.

Well, I can understand that.

Perhaps you shouldn't be here.

Oh, Miles, don't you see that...

Please come and sit down.

Please?

Now, just for a moment,

and then you must go to sleep.

Miles, you must know...

or at least

you must sense that...

I've been very worried today...

that I'm in need of something

or someone to give me solace.

You and I were

very close once, Miles.

You remember that, don't you?

I can remember

a medical student...

Who was poor

as a church mouse...

and a girl who wanted

to be a great lady.

I was very foolish.

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