Witchtrap Page #4

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Miss O'Shea?

Are you all right?

Miss O'Shea?

What?

Are you OK?

Oh, yeah.

No, oh, I don't know.

I feel so strange.

Maybe you should go lie down for a while.

Yeah.

Oh, first, I need to check

the video equipment...

to see if we've gotten

anything strange on tape yet.

Like what, reruns of My Mother the Car?

Mr. Vincente, I know you do not share

my beliefs...

but is that any reason for you

to be so insensitive to them?

Insensitive, me?

Nah, I'll have you know I cried

like a weenie...

when Bambi's mother was killed.

I'm sick about it.

Do you honestly find me that amusing...

or have I done something to offend you?

No, I'm sorry.

It's just that I have a real hard time

believing...

in two super-beings eternally struggling...

for man's immortal soul, come on!

Doesn't it sound like a premise

of a bad comic book to you?

I'm a detective, I deal in fact and reason.

Nevertheless, there are two very real...

very strong forces in the universe...

one good, one evil, constantly

at odds with one another...

on a much higher plane

of existence than ours.

God does exist and so does Satan...

and Avery Lauder is one of his minions.

How can you be so sure?

Because I've seen it.

Seen what, this higher plane of yours?

When I was nine, my parents

took me to the beach.

I couldn't swim, so I just went wading...

but I got caught in the undertow...

and before I knew what was happening...

it sucked me under.

As the saltwater quickly

enveloped the world around me...

I sank into a dark, peaceful cocoon.

I was drowning but I wasn't frightened...

and then high above me, I saw a bright,

white light

shining down on me,

as if from the far end...

of a long, long tunnel.

I looked down and below me...

was a vacant, bottomless pit...

and I knew I was standing

on the threshold...

between heaven and hell.

When I regained consciousness...

I was in a hospital bed...

and I had gained psychic abilities.

And that's how I can be so sure.

You're not gonna believe this...

but when I was on the force...

I had a partner who had

the very same vision.

He described it to me

exactly as you did...

then fell off his bar stool

and threw up all over my shoes.

This is all just one big joke to you,

isn't it?

No, no it isn't.

You see, Miss O'Shea, I've had

to listen to people like you...

talk about God all my life.

You claim he's the supreme being...

that's watching over all of us...

but then you let him off the hook...

by blaming all the horrors

of the world on the devil.

I don't buy it.

I spent seven years on the street.

I've seen abused children,

I've seen rape victims...

I've seen a 12-year-old hooker

with a $200 a day habit...

and you tell me

there's evil in the world...

I say yeah, there is.

I've seen it, but darling...

it wasn't wearing horns and a tail.

As for God, ghosts, and the rest...

of that spiritual mumbo-jumbo, well...

I believe in that as much as I believe in...

the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus,

and honest politicians.

I feel very sorry for you, Mr. Vincente.

I'm afraid you're doomed

like everyone else in this house.

Oh, why's that?

Because you can't

fight against something...

if you don't believe it exists...

and neither can your two partners.

Oh, what about your two partners?

Agnes and Felix,

they think Lauder's ghost...

is some kind of mass of energy...

that they can switch on and off

like some kind of light.

No, I'm afraid they're doomed also...

unless we all leave this house right now.

That's the first thing you've said

that made any sense.

Unfortunately, the rest of our

little group wants to stay...

so I suggest you go up to your room...

you wait there, and let me finish

securing the house.

You can come down and check...

the rest of your video equipment later.

All right?

OK?

All right.

Thank you.

Indulging in a quiet moment

of introspection...

or just, uh, looking for blemishes?

I was just wondering.

Wondering about what?

Why would Elwin kill Ginger?

I don't know.

She was naked in the shower...

maybe he raped her first.

Probably so, it just seems so senseless.

Name me a killing that isn't senseless.

I suppose, but it has more of an impact...

when it's someone you know personally.

We didn't really know Ginger all that well,

dear.

We only worked with her that one time...

at the Stonedy Mansion.

I know, but I can't help but feel responsible.

After all, we did bring her here.

We brought all of them here.

And they're all consenting adults

over the age of 21.

We didn't put a gun to any

of their heads!

What about Whitney, are you saying...

you didn't put a gun to her head?

Whitney is a big girl, Felix.

She didn't have to come

if she didn't want to.

Yes, she did, she felt obligated.

You made sure of that.

Felix, have you forgotten what it is...

we're trying to accomplish here?

No, of course not.

Then what is bothering you?

My God, Agnes, are you so blind

with ambition...

that you can't see that

you're willing to sacrifice...

anything or anyone in order

to get what you want?

No, of course not,

don't be ridiculous!

Then why did you insist on staying here...

when you knew that

there's a very good chance...

that that maniac Elwin is still

out there somewhere?

You know why, because this haunting...

is the most important we've ever had,

and if we left...

we might never have gotten

a chance to return!

Think about it, Felix,

we could be making history here!

But at what cost, Agnes?

We've already lost one of our team!

And it has absolutely nothing to do

with this haunting.

It was tragic, yes...

but it doesn't affect

what we're doing here.

Doesn't affect what we're doing here?

Agnes, that girl is dead,

and it's our fault!

No, it isn't!

Well, it, it will be if somebody else

gets killed.

No one else is going to get killed.

You, me, and Whitney are all locked

safely in our rooms.

Mr. Murphy is right next door.

Mr. Vincente is securing

this house even as we speak.

They're both trained professionals...

well-armed and well-equipped

to deal with the situation.

Are you honestly that convinced

of our safety?

Or is it you just don't give a damn?

Felix!

This is my one chance to finally see...

the culmination of nine years work!

My one chance to capture

the physical evidence...

to prove my theory about ghosts!

Do you have any idea

what this could mean to us?

The respect, the prestige...

not to mention the hundreds

of thousands of dollars...

in research grants and private donations?

It could even mean a, a chair at one...

of the better universities, or a position...

with a governmental parapsychology

research department!

Or maybe even a guest

appearance on The Tonight Show.

Felix...

either you're with me or against me.

Which is it?

Well, darling, of course I with you.

You're my wife.

Good, then as soon as

Mr. Vincente has finished...

securing the house,

we'll have another sitting...

and do what we came to do.

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