Rose Red Page #7

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This room demands a particular|form of exercise.

- What...? How...?|- It's the mirror library.

It's not in the plans.|I remember seeing it as a boy.

They're not in the plans?|How can it not be in the plans?

Here's a camera.

Not good. Not good at all.|"The property of Kevin Bollinger."

- Mr. Bollinger, are you here?|- What's wrong?

I said this might happen.|Just use your flashlights.

- We should go back downstairs.|- Nonsense.

Oh, my...! Look.

Steve, roll tape, roll tape!

Annie.

Annie, no.

Annie, don't touch it.

Annie, no!

Annie, come home.

Come with me.

Stop her! Somebody's got to stop her!

Are you okay?

- How did you know to do that?|- I don't know, I just did it.

- Take it, I don't want it.|- Here, give it to me.

Try and get some good|pictures of them being psychic.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's someone talking to Bollinger.

- I bet I know who.|- Is he alive? Can you tell?

He was when he dropped this camera,|I don't know.

We ought to get out of here.

Okay, folks, let's head back|downstairs. Break time.

Thank God.

Wait.

It's not the same.

- The hallway.|- No, nonsense.

He's right. We're not going|the way we came.

- What in heaven's name is that?|- What's going on?

The building started again.|You wanted to wake the place up.

Now you got what you wanted.

- Who's building, and what?|- I don't know.

You're lying.

No, I'm not lying.

Is it too hard to remember?|Or too frightening to remember?

It's gone. It stopped.

I suggest we go downstairs|before it starts again.

Annie, I need your help.

Now put your hand here,|and push from here.

Annie, what are you doing?

- Nick.|- Not now, Joyce.

Annie!

That wasn't funny.

Okay, I know another way down.|There might be something worth seeing.

- Are you sure you know the way?|- Yes.

Oh, my God.

- "Oh, my God" is right.|- More camouflaged doors, Stevie?

Gram wasn't above using a trick twice.|This was a joke...

...on her husband's business life.|- Did he get it?

I doubt it. I don't even|really get it.

Here's the door right here.

Just press right there.

This house has everything but chow.

Joyce, it's this way.

Oh, of course, I knew that.

Better, Emery?

Than nothing, I guess.|Too much mayo in the crabmeat.

What do you want?

Bare-breasted nymphs offering|delicacies from a silver platter?

Stop it. Stop harassing me.

Ever learn the difference|between joking and harassing?

I learned plenty in high school,|from guys like him, and you.

Come on, give it a rest.

Emery, I may have something better|for you in a while.

Tell us about the actress, Joyce.|I'm a sucker for celebrities.

Well, that's her, on Ellen's|wall of fame.

Deanna Petrie...

...was a fairly big star in the '40s.

Musical comedies mostly.

She could dance...

... sing a little...

... and she was sexy as hell.

She was one of Ellen's favorite guests|at her January 15th parties.

In 1946 she showed up in what Hedda|Hopper called "The Cocktail Dress".

She was wearing it when|she disappeared.

She spent the night here,|in the billiard room...

...wowing guests with her many...

...talents.

She left behind a single earring.

A maid found it, but there was|no girl to go with it.

Deanna's disappearance made|Rose Red's reputation.

And now, Annie, if you've|finished eating...

...I have something to show you.

It's nice.

You'll like it. I promise.

It's okay.

Go up, Annie. Go up and see|what you find.

- It's not dangerous is it?|- No, not a bit. Go on, Annie.

You okay, son?

Yeah. Sure, I'm fine.

Annie?

What in the world is it?

Whatever it is, she likes it.

Cathy, you were right. Revelation 12.

Oh, yeah.

No corporal presence in six centuries.

No psychic pulse.

Emery, are you thinking of|dressing for dinner?

You tell me. Read my mind.

Annie, Glenn Miller.

That doesn't work. I tried it|while I was setting up.

Sorry, Annie.

- Joyce?|- It's all right.

Got three loaded for Reardon.|Large, with two six-packs of soda.

Thank you. I told you there'd be|something you'd like better.

Loaded. Excellent.

Miss Asbury?

May I?

Okay.

- Do this often?|- Every chance we get. How much?

- This is some place. Is it haunted?|- Yeah...

...by ghosts of delivery men who asked|stupid questions and never escaped.

This is unbelievable.|What are you doing to me?

She's terrific.

I wouldn't think you'd need a|telemetry readout to count heads.

Not human ones, certainly.

- I'm real worried about Mr. Bollinger.|- Don't bother, he'll show up.

I wish I was as sure of that as|you are. Where's Vic?

Right here. Anyone care to dance?

Well, not me, I'm pooped.

Where have you been?

I lost my book.

It's story time. We've heard the one|about the actress...

...tell us about Rimbauer's|partner, Mr. Posey.

- Remember that sance I spoke about?|- Starring the gypsy psychic Cora Frye?

Yes. That was 1914...

...and the war was heating up|the economy.

Omicron Oil was in clover.|Money was rolling in...

...and John Rimbauer was|tired of sharing.

In October of that year, he gave|Douglas Posey the bum's rush.

According to family legend,|Uncle Posey had a taste for cowboys.

He liked chaps in chaps?

- Was he into roping or branding?|- Probably a little bit of both.

Rimbauer bought him out at|distressed sale prices.

He was told never to come back,|but he did, once.

That was in 1915. John was in Europe,|and Adam and April were home with Mom.

Granddad never forgot Posey|tossing him that Tom Mix hat of his.

He wanted it and threw a tantrum|when his mother tried to take it.

And he never forgot April|catching the rose.

Why did Posey wait a year to do it?|And why here? Any ideas?

I don't have any answers.

After the suicide, John and Ellen kept|Adam away as much as possible.

He was at boarding school|when his sister disappeared.

He knew that something was|wrong here, even then.

The male descendants have|mostly stayed away.

I was here only a few times.|I got off on my own once. I was 8.

Your father...

He hated this place. He was afraid.|My mother brought me.

I forgot till today. |I blocked it out, I guess.

Nick reminded me. She probably|couldn't find a babysitter.

-What was she looking for? |-Loot. I think she was drunk.

That's my memory of it, but she so|often was in those days.

I know she and Dad were broke.

After we lost the oil company, |it's been a family disease.

Broke-itis.

And while your mother|was treasure hunting, you got lost.

Yeah. It was no big deal, but...

You were upstairs before you|realized how lost you were.

One floor above the mirror library.|Or was it three floors, or 10?

When this place gets going|and feels lively...

...when it has energy to use...

...it can make itself|as big as it wants.

But you got to the top...

...and that's where... .

Oh, my God!

What is it? Do you know?

It's a cluster manifestation|with elements like an earthquake.

It's the house! It's coming alive!

How many are there? Can you tell?

Damn this thing!

I'm not so sure that there is|anyone here!

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