Rose Red

What the hell were you thinking taking her that way?!

- The park is the other way! - Annie wanted..

What.. what does Annie want? I mean, Annie can't talk,

- she can't think, she can't.. - She can think.

If you ever looked at her you'd know.

Please. She's all right. That's the main thing.

- Can't you just stop it? - Oh, you know this?

You know she's all right. What if the damn dog was rabid?

It wasn't. Mrs. Stanton told me.

What? And you believe her? Just like that?

That woman's an idiot,

a careless idiot. Anyone can say anything, Sissy.

Maybe someday you'll learn that, that anyone can say anything.

I saw the dog tag, Daddy. Why do you always

- treat me like a fool? - Stop it! Both of you.

She'll hear. Do you want to upset her?

Oh come on, honey, give me a break. You might as well..

Come on, guys!

Wait up!

I figured you could use something stronger. I know I could.

Down the hatch, come on.

It's quick, isn't it?

What they do. And it doesn't hurt them.

It's quick, it doesn't hurt, they just go to sleep.

Come on, drink your drink.

You know as well as I do

that Buddy never bit anybody before in his life.

It was her.

He sensed something in her.

Annie, please open the door!

Annie, open this door, now!

Drink your drink. It'll make you feel better.

I'm telling you, there's something wrong with that little girl,

and I don't just mean that she's autistic.

Please open the door!

Annie, turn the music down! Somebody'll call the damn cops!

There's something about her

that's wrong.

And Buddy sensed it.

Dogs know, oh you bet.

Did you hear that?

Music.

Someone has it really cranked out there.

- Oh! - What the hell?!

It's an earthquake!

It's not coming from the ground.. It's..

Ahh!

Aah!

Come on! Run!

- Run! - Ahh!!

Come on, come on!

- Open the door. - Now, Annie!

Come on, hurry! Hurry!

- Oh God! - What's happening?!

I don't know!

Annie, let us in!

Annie!

Annie, please, open the door.

Kill it, Sissy.

Just what the hell are you doing?

What the..

Sister, look at this.

Sister, I got Baby.

Yes, I know.

Annie..

what have you done?

And that concludes

this years' course-work in the psychology of the unseen world.

I would like to leave you with three thoughts if I may.

The first, is that the investigation of psychic phenomena

is an honorable pursuit, in spite of the field's tattered reputation.

The second, is that reality is not always quantifiable.

Our inability to count, weigh, sort or photograph some things,

does not mean that those things are non-existent.

Third, and most important,

next week's exam will not be graded on the curve.

Seriously, I thank you all for your attention

and to remind you of what someone rather famous once said,

"The truth is out there."

Enjoy your summer.

Professor Reardon, a question please.

A question.

Your question?

There are rumors that you're planning

a scientific investigation of Rose Red this summer,

the Rimbauer Mansion, a sort of psychic field trip.

Is that true?

- You are..? - Kevin Bollinger, Class of 'O3.

I don't recognize you, Mr. Bollinger.

Is that because the group is so large,

or could it be that this is your first visit to our happy family?

Actually, I'm a reporter for the campus newspaper.

Oh, my sympathies, Mr. Bollinger.

Is it true, Professor Reardon, and if it is,

are you planning on using departmental funds

or college general funds to finance your latest spook hunt?

As any regular attendee

of these classes will tell you, Mr. Bollinger,

I'm extremely interested in Rose Red.

I talk about it all the time. Have a picture on my office wall,

not to mention one of Ellen Rimbauer.

But as Professor Miller can tell you, I have filed no request

for either general funds or money from the department

to underwrite what you term "a spook hunt."

If you feel like asking him to confirm that, he's..

he's right up there.

A question of mine, Mr. Bollinger.

Did Professor Miller, perhaps,

suggest you stop by my class to pose your question

instead of dropping by my office like a normal reporter?

Never mind, Mr. Bollinger.

Let's consider the issue closed, shall we?

- But you never answered my question. - Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Exam next Tuesday at 2:00 and I'll see you then.

If I embarrassed you, Professor Reardon, I am sorry.

Hmm.

I don't believe it, Mr. Bollinger.

Carl Miller stuck a key in your back and wound you up.

And it was his intention that I be embarrassed.

I am not.

Even if you're not planning on using college

or departmental funds for your Rose Red expedition,

won't you be using a lot of psychology department equipment,

a lot of very expensive equipment?

Haven't you already entered into an agreement

with Steven Rimbauer, the last remaining family member?

Good afternoon, Mr. Bollinger.

- Hi, Professor Reardon. - Hello.

Well, Joyce.

- We have to discuss this. - I think not.

Well, we'll have to discuss it sooner or later.

You know, speaking for the department, I think I can say

our patience with your shenanigans has grown quite short.

"..spooks.

Somebody call.."

Pfff.

Uh..

Oh..

Professor Reardon?

I was wondering if you could discuss my..

Not now. My office hours are clearly posted, can't you read?

Oh. Sorry.

Oh, um, uh, wait..

Ms. Spruce, isn't it?

Kathy Spruce, that's right.

I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bite.

Office hours are between 2:00 and 3:00. Try me then, okay?

Yes, Ms. Reardon.

Out.

Out.

Oh..

Far out.

Hmm..

Waterman residence.

Mr. Waterman, Joyce Reardon.

Oh, hello, Ms. Reardon.

I've been meaning to call, but I've been uh..

Joyce, please.

I've been kinda busy.

I understand, but I'm finalizing my list of participants

for my little Rose Red field trip, and I 'd really like you in.

- Have you thought about it? - Rose Red is a dangerous place

to conduct psychic experiments, Ms. Reardon..

Joyce. As I'm sure you must be aware.

With all due respect, Emery,

Rose Red is a dead cell.

I'm sure it is,

if you're not psychic.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

I'll just let you get back to what you were doing, shall I,

and move on to the next name on my list?

I doubt there are that many.

Not post-cognates of my calibre.

You might be surprised. Good afternoon.

Wait.. wait.. wait..

I didn't say no, did I?

Didn't you?

No. But 5,000 is a trifle low.

If you were to be offering a bit more, say..

7,500 for instance?

- Mr. Waterman, - Emery, please.

5,000 is my first, last and only offer.

And a generous one considering the fact that there have been

no phenomena in Rose Red for five years or more.

Since they stopped the tours and took away the fresh meat.

Isn't that what you mean?

Forgive me but I find that ridiculous.

The funding for this expedition is coming out of my own pocket.

And 5,000 is all I can afford.

So what do you say, Emery? In or out?

All right, I'm in. But I warn you,

if you want a videotaped debriefing afterward, I get extra.

That's fine, Emery. Memorial Day weekend.

Mark your calendar.

You send me a check, Joyce, and I will.

Good day.

Putz.

Poisoned..

Guess not.

Emery..