Haunted by Her Past (1987) - full transcript

[mysterious music]

[thunder crackling]

[thoughtful music]

- I want my baby.

[electricity crackling]

[people yelling]

[gasping]

[unsettling music]

[singing in foreign language]

♪ I'm getting bored
♪ Are you sleeping

♪ I'm getting bored
♪ Are you sleeping



♪ Brother John
♪ How long do we

♪ Have to sing this song
♪ Down the road

[singing in foreign language]

- Okay, now we played 50
games of 20 questions.

We have sung every song
known to the western world.

I think it's time that
somebody tell me

where we are going.

Come on, I had a million
things to do at the gallery.

[laughing]
- Awe.

- Yes indeed, I did.

Alright, I love a mystery
as much as anyone,

but if someone doesn't
say something very soon.

- What are you gonna do Kar,
you gonna get outta the car

and walk back to Manhattan?



- Karen, why don't you just
relax and enjoy yourself?

It's your anniversary.

- Eric please, I can't
stand it any longer.

Rita, Rita tell me and I
will loan you,

no I will give you that Tunisian
belt I bought last week.

- She knows nothing.

Nothing.

- Oh god I love that belt.

- Rita.

- There it is!

Turn, turn.
- I know, I know.

I see it, just relax.

Relax.

- [Rita] I'm relaxing.

I'm very relaxed okay?

- Oh Eric, you didn't.

When did you plan all this?

I mean Rita can't keep
a secret for 10 minutes.

- Oh thank you very much.
- Whoa Karen.

- I know.

- Do you guys have any
idea how long

I've wanted to come
to Unionville?

- No Karen.

- [Both] How long is it?

- Thank you darling,
for a wonderful present.

- Small print.

[laughing]

You know where are we exactly?

- [Charlie] The star in
Unionville see,

and it's this small print.

- [Rita] Oh there?

- Eric stop the car.

- What?

- [Karen] Stop the car.

- What, what, what is it?

- [Karen] Back up, back up!

- [Eric] What is it?

- Oh antiques.

Well, Karen's writhe in heaven.

- [Karen] What do you
say, can we have a look?

- Sweetheart there's probably
dozens of antique stores

down in Unionville and
that's right down the road.

- [Rita] Don't be a
party pooper.

- Oh this is supposed to
be an adventure.

- [Eric] It's probably
just a farmer

selling some old furniture.

[mysterious music]

- Oh Eric, isn't it wonderful?

- Yeah, yeah, it's nice.

Honey, we've got reservations
at Unionville's newest hotel.

We got three rooms, a
king sized bed,

a hot tub, color TV.

[chuckles]

Karen?

- Um hmm.

- Oh come on.

Now what about Charlie and Rita?

They got reservations there too.

We can't.

- Can't we just go inside?

Oh no.

Not your lawyer's face.

Please, just have a look?

- Come on, we'll go in
and take a look around.

Five minutes.

- Are we in trouble here?

- Eh, it's nice.

It's rustic.

[sighs]

- Oh, what can I do
for you folks?

- I didn't mean to
ring the bell.

We're just browsing.

- Oh everything is so beautiful.

Looks exactly the way
it did 200 years ago.

- Well it's all quite
authentic ma'am.

- She knows, antiques
are her life.

Do you think we could get
a little drink?

- Well the tap room isn't
open in the afternoon ma'am,

but I'd be very glad to
draw you a ration of grog.

- Capital idea innkeeper.

- [Innkeeper] You're very
welcome, thanks.

- Well I knew there
was something

I liked about Colonial times.

- Honey, I know what
you're thinking.

This is a great old place.

But we already have
reservations at another hotel.

Charlie and Rita.
- Speak for yourself dear.

I think it's adorable.

- There you go sir.

[ominous music]

- Is something wrong?

- No, no, not a thing ma'am.

Drink up, it's on the house.

- She doesn't drink.

- Grog is not merely a drink,
darling.

It's history.

To our perfect vacation.

And to our two closest friends.

- And to whomever designed
the chambermaid's blouse.

- Oh Charlie.

- Um, tasty.

- Not bad.
[Karen coughing]

- A real bar fly, huh?

- Are you alright?

- Excuse me.

I didn't know it was so strong.

- So now, can I offer
you lodging?

We are cheaper than
any hotel in Unionville

and it's just 10 minute's
walk to the center of town.

- No thank you, we
already have--

- I think it's charming, Mr?

- MacVey.

- Mr. MacVey.

Don't you think so Eric?

Especially when it's
your anniversary.

It is her present, you know.

- Eric look, there's no TV
and I hate going to sleep

without Johnny Carson, but

I think Rita's right.

- Alright, alright, alright.
- Make Karen very happy.

- Majority rules,
majority rules.

- Tell me, do you have anything

resembling a honeymoon suite?

- Well I don't think they had
that sort of thing back then,

but I can offer you a
very cheerful room

with a fine feather bed.

- A feather bed.
- Hmm.

Alright Mr. MacVey, you got me.

- [Mr. MacVey] How long will
you be with us Mr. Beckett?

- [Eric] Well we'll probably
be staying for the weekend.

My wife, she wants to go
to this Governor's Ball?

Now, where do I sign?

- [Mr. MacVey] On the
top here sir.

- On the dotted line
as they say?

- We're staying!

Oh I love you!

- We're staying if I can sign.

- And I love you.

- And I love you.

- And I love you.
- Oh I love you.

- Thank you so much.

- Oh anytime.

- Well now, welcome to
the Lamb & Lion.

The boy will fetch the bags.

Thomas, bags.

Keys.

See he's my sister's boy.

He's a little slow, but
he's a very good worker.

Oh come along ladies.

I'll take you up

while the gentlemen finish
signing the register.

- Hope you're gonna miss
that hot tub as much I am.

- This is a lovely, sunny room.

And there's a fireplace here

to keep you warm in the evening.

It's wired for electricity
and has a flush toilet.

- Oh joy, flush toilets.

- No, this is pretty nice.

What do you think Kar?

Kar?

Karen?

- I'm in here.

Isn't it breathtaking?

- In more ways than one.

- I know it sounds crazy.

But I love this room.

- Honey, I wouldn't get
too attached.

It's obvious that this room

is in no shape for
us to stay in.

[gentle music]

[eerie music]

- What is this?

How did you get in here?

- The door was open.

- No, that's not possible.

I locked it myself.

This room hasn't been
opened in years.

Why it's no matter, but,

I'm sorry, this room is
not for rent.

There's no electricity and
just oil lamps.

- Well that's wonderful!

I don't mind, do you Eric?

Oh it'll be just like
living in Colonial times.

- Look, there's no hot water.

It would have to be
brought up by hand.

- I'm not that Colonial.

Let's go.

- Look, I'll show you
a room down the hall.

It's just across from
your friends.

It has a great view of
the whole valley.

- Honey the man can't
rent us the room

in the shape that it's in.

- You'll be much
more comfortable

in a room with some
modern conveniences.

- Hot water.

- I like it.

It's got possibilities.

[gasps] Charlie look
at that mirror.

Boy would I love this
for our bedroom, Charlie.

- Yeah, always wanted something
with antique dust on it.

- Alright, alright.

We'll stay here

if he can get it cleaned
up by this afternoon.

- You've only the fire for heat.

- Oh we don't mind.

We could always use
extra blankets.

- Can we have a little extra
straw for the mattress?

- I'm sure it's a feather bed.

- Yes it is indeed.

Well dinner's at eight.

- You know with a
little cleaning up,

I think this place'd
be terrific.

- You know I think I'm
gonna make that old guy

an offer on this mirror?

It's got erotic
carvings all over it.

- He gets excited 'cause
Winnie the Pooh

doesn't wear clothes.

Come on Charlie.

They wanna be alone.

Bye guys.
- Bye.

See ya later.

Half hour.

- Thanks guys.

- Happy anniversary sweetheart.

- Oh Eric, this is such
a thoughtful present.

[laughs]

Stop looking at me like that.

You're embarrassing me.

- There you go reading
my mind again.

[gentle music]

- Oh Eric, wouldn't this
be just the perfect place

to start thinking about
having a baby?

- Sweetheart, you and I
have the rest of our lives

to think about having a baby.

Right now you and I are
very special.

And I know you wanna
start that gallery

and Charlie and I've
been wanting

to open our own law practice.

Now look, it's not that I have

anything against
wanting a family,

it's just that, right now
it's not the right time.

It's not the right time for us.

Look, I gave in on, I gave
in on this hotel room.

Now you give in on the baby.

Okay?

At least for the weekend?

Deal?

- Okay deal.

- [Crier] Hear ye, hear
ye, come one, come all

to the Governor's Ball
this weekend.

- [Karen] It's wonderful.

- [Crier] Hear ye, hear
ye come one, come all.

- Oh honey can we stop in?

- Sure come, come on.

- [Crier] Come one, come
all to the Governor's Ball

this weekend.

[crowd chattering quietly]

- That's the first shop I've--

- Karen the gallows, come on.

Come on guys.

- I don't believe.
- Come on Eric,

Eric get up there, we'll
get a picture of this.

This'll be great.

- Oh great.
- Alright you got the camera?

- [Karen] Look at this,
I can't believe this.

- [Charlie] Come on Karen.

- I can't believe this.

Look!

- [Rita] Alright now Karen put
the noose around Eric's neck.

- Oh Rita, that is sick.

- This is great, this is great.

- Put the noose around his
neck, please, thank you.

- Eric just do it, come on,
do it.

- Come on Charlie, no.

- I am the director, you
have to listen to me.

- Listen, come on come on, put
the noose around your neck.

- Okay, take the picture,
hurry up.

- [Charlie] Tilt your head
and stick out your tongue.

- What?

- Tilt your head.
- Pull it like this.

- And stick out your tongue.

Tilt your head and stick
out your tongue.

- Like that?
- Great, great.

[dramatic music]

And then, now that's it, great.

Great, now one more.
- I like that.

Come on.

- [Charlie] Just like
you did before.

It's great, it's great, good.

Go on then put your hand down.

Put your hand down for a second.

Got it.
- Did you get

the picture finally?
- Terrific.

- What the hell is the
matter with you?

How could you just stand there?

- I don't know.

- Gees.
- Eric take it easy.

She was just caught off guard.

Weren't you Kar?

- I don't know.

- Look, it was a stupid
thing for all of us.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on Kar.

- You alright?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Look I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have snapped
at ya like that.

But this, we shouldn't even

gone up there in the
first place.

Are you okay?

- I'm fine.

Can we just go, please?

[unsettling music]

[electricity crackling]

Darling?

- Yeah, what is it?

- I just, nevermind.

I was looking for my comb,
I found it.

- I like your hair like that.

It's very sexy.

[group chattering]

- [Man] Drink a whole
thing at once.

That's it, one, two, three.

- Just having a ball.

They'll never change.

- How many times have
you been to the ball?

- [Man On Right] Several.

There you go.

It is getting a little warm.

- [Man] Oh yeah.

Feel better.

- Much better.

- Eric, you oughta get old
Kar sloshed more often.

[bright fiddle music]

- Oh!
[group clapping]

- Yes.

- Whoo!

- Good girl.

[group applauds]

- Oh! [laughs]

That was so fun.

Oh that was so much fun.

You should've tried it.

- You okay?

- I'm fine.

Why?

- I don't know, it's
been a long day

and it's getting kind a late.

- Wanna go up to bed?

- You do taste a bit on
the groggy side.

[laughing]

- Oh, oh Cinderella
lost her slipper.

- Terrific.

Don't you move or you're
in big trouble.

[unsettling music]

- How did you get there?

[sensual music]

Eric, you naughty boy.

[electricity crackling]

- You look absolutely beautiful.

[unsettling music]

[bright music]

[gasps]

Good morning.

What are you doing up so early?

- I couldn't sleep.

- I gotta tell ya.

Last night was without a doubt.

- Was without a doubt what?

- Well words beyond that
are mere superlatives.

[laughing]

- [Woman] Where's the pen?

- [Rita] Thank you so much.

- [Man] Excuse me.

- [Man] Out in front.

Pleased.

- No.
- Okay we got.

- [Man] The covered bridge,
we'll go down to that river

that guy was telling us about.

- [gasps] Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know you were
standing there.

- Oh I see you're quite
taken to Megan McGuire.

There's quite a story there.

- It's her eyes.

They are so alive.

- Yes.

Yes they are.

Excuse me.

- I'm sorry Karen, you ready?

- Yes of course.

- Okay campers, let's go.

Come on Kar.

- There it is over there.

- Great!

- The costume shop is
right down here.

The one we're gonna see.

They've got all the
costumes we need.

No, not the really low one.

Maybe to here.

- [Crier] Governor's Ball,
lovely ball this weekend.

[sighs]

[sneezes]

[speaking in foreign language]

- Very nice.
- Thank you.

- Karen Karen, come here,
look at this.

- Rita these are real antiques.

- Karen those are rags
compared to what we need

for the Governor's Ball.

Oh Karen, imagine swishing
around the dance floor in this

all sort of cinched up
in a whalebone corset.

How do you like it?

- It's not your style.

You should find
something more flowing.

- [laughs] Flowing.

Karen I'm not exactly
ready for matron wear yet.

- It's just that women
with your problem

should be careful of
what they wear.

- My problem?

- It's just that you
have very strange tastes.

- Karen, what is the
matter with you?

- If you don't want my
opinion, don't ask me for it.

- Do I detect a little
testiness here?

- Well apparently Karen doesn't
like my taste in ball gowns.

Or in clothing in general.

- If you don't care about
fashion, it's alright with me.

- Wait a minute, now
we're all friends here.

We're going to a costume ball

and this is supposed to be fun,
right?

- Right.

[sighs]

- I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said
what I said.

- [Rita] It's okay kiddo.

[sighs]

- What about this one here, huh?

Dash of color.

Now this is nice.

Red like this, huh?

- That is an authentic cotillion
gown made in the colonies.

It is not a copy.

Would you please not drag
it on the floor?

- Tell me, who wore that,
Scarlett O'Hara?

- Scarlett O'Hara was
a fictional character.

This was actually worn
to the Governor's Ball

by one of our more colorful,
if less savory characters,

a local barmaid called
Megan McGuire.

You will have to leave a credit
card with me for security

if you want to rent it.

- [Charlie] No, no thanks.

Red's not really my
color either.

[unsettling music]
[laughing]

- [Rita] I lost it.

- [Charlie] Go out, go out,
go on.

- Okay.
- Go on.

- Okay.

Hello.

Goodbye.

Okay honey, here ya go.

- [Charlie] Okay.

Oh! [laughs]

Ri!

- You haven't said 10 words
since we left the costumes.

Karen what is it?

What's the matter?

- Nothing, why do you ask?

- Well I could point out a few
moments in the past 24 hours.

- For instance?

- Well that squabble with Rita.

And those men last night.

I've never seen you
flirt like that.

And that performance you
gave in the tap room.

I mean that was really
the real capper.

- I had too much to drink.

- Well that's what
Charlie thought.

Except I kept my eyes on you

and you were sipping from the
same glass of grog all night.

- Eric, why am I being
cross-examined?

- I'm not cross-examining you.

I'm merely pointing out a few
things that aren't like you.

- What am I like?

Do you even know?

- Well yes I should hope so
after four years of marriage.

- Then where's this
questioning going?

- It's not going anywhere.

I, I'm simply concerned
that you're not feeling well

and I wanna help.

That's all.

- There is nothing
wrong with me!

- Hey, where are you guys going?

- Ah, we'll catch up
with ya later on.

Karen!

Karen!

Karen.

Dammit Karen, where are you?

Kar?

What are you doing?

- Can't you feel them?

They were here.

A very long time ago.

They made love.

- Who was here?

- I want you to make love to me.

[sensual music]

- You mean right here?

- Yes.

Right here, right now.

- Karen.
- I want you.

- [Eric] Yeah but what
happens if someone...

- You're trembling.

Are you afraid of me?

- Why, should I be?

- No.

I want you.

Do you want me Eric?

[unsettling music]

[moaning]

- It's killing me!

[yelling]

[baby cries]

[yelling out]

- Help.

Nurse.

Nurse.

Help.

Nurse.

Nurse.

- [Woman] My baby.

[electricity crackles]

- My baby.
- Karen.

[gasps]

- Oh Eric.

- Yeah, you're having
a nightmare.

- It was so real.

- I know, I know.

It's okay though,
I'm right here.

Alright, why don't you
tell me about it, huh?

Hmm?

- I dreamed that I was
in a kind of prison.

I could smell this damp stone,

I could feel the cold floor.

There was a woman in my dream.

I watched her baby being born.

- You're just having a
nightmare, that's all.

- Eric, I think the baby was me.

- [laughing] With your
mother being a charter member

of the Beacon Hill society,

I doubt she's ever been near a
prison, let alone inside one.

[laughing]

- [Karen] Maybe she's
not my mother.

- What was that?

- Nothing.

I'm so cold.

- Listen, I got an idea.

Tomorrow morning
after breakfast,

why don't we, why
don't we go home?

You take a week off
and get some rest, huh?

- No, I, I don't wanna do that.

It'll ruin everything.

Anyhow you're right.

I was just overreacting
to a nightmare.

I'm fine, really.

- You're sure.

- Um hmm.

[thoughtful music]

[electricity crackling]

- [Eric] Here's what
I'm thinking.

- What's going on?

You look a little tired.

- I mean it's probably nothing.

Thanks Thomas.

- I'm fine right here.

- It's just that Karen hasn't
been acting like herself

these last couple of days.

- Aw come on Eric, she's
just letting her hair down.

This is Karen's vacation too,
you know.

- You wanna talk about it?

Maybe we could help.

- Alright.

The other day at the costume
shop, when she barked at you,

I mean that's not like Karen.

And then Charlie, her little
dance in here the other night.

- No.

- What about her crazy
behavior on the gallows?

- No, look, sometimes people
get into an emergency,

they just freeze up.

- I think Charlie's right.

She just got scared.

- No, but there are
other things.

- Like what?

- Last night Karen dreamt
that she was being born

inside of a prison.

I know, I know, that's
not that bad.

But Karen believes it.

She thinks that her
mother in Boston's

not really her mother.

You figure it out.

I mean I can't even reach her.

- Eric, are you back?

[unsettling music]

[ominous music]

- Eric maybe it is exactly
the right time.

- No Rita, Rita--

- You know she's been
wanting a baby

since you first got married.

- Rita that shouldn't be
the reason for her behavior.

- [Charlie] Um hmm.

- Alright, okay.

Maybe I'm overreacting.

[sighs]

Thanks for listening.

- Anytime.

- Eric!

Eric!

Eric.

Eric, the blade I...

- Let go of the blade.

- I can't.

- Let go.
- I can't.

I can't.

- Charlie!

Rita!

- [Woman] What's going on?

- I'd still like to get
her to a doctor.

- The blood made it
look worse than it was.

I think you'll be fine
now, won't you madam?

- Oh yes.

When I found the drawer
in the fireplace,

I just took the knife out
because I wanted to look at it.

I guess I squeezed the
edge without realizing.

I feel very dumb.

I mean I've obviously
ruined everyone's day.

- No, you haven't.

We've got plenty of time.

Now why don't you just go rest.

Okay?
- Oh no,

I'm fine, really.

- Really?
- Really.

- All that time and neither
man nor beast could find it.

And she came upon it
just like that.

- You mean people have
been looking for it?

- Oh yes, yes yes, they have.

- Why?

- Well it was used in a crime
of passion over 200 years ago.

And it's been
missing ever since.

- Do you mean that a murder
was committed in this room?

- This Lieutenant Eisley,
was he the murderer?

- No, he was the victim.

- Yes.

He was.

- [Eric] [laughs] How did
you know that sweetheart?

- Just a guess.

Darling, can we go on a
carriage ride today, please?

- Anything you want.

- Well this here is
your town limit.

That there is your
old graveyard.

Back in the 18th century
Unionville buried its dead,

rich and poor alike here
in this one cemetery

at the outskirts of town.

- Looks a little rundown to me.

- Driver, can we stop
here at the graveyard.

- Surely you can miss.

Whoa there.

- Karen, Karen do you think

that maybe we could have
something to eat

before we read gravestones?

- Why don't you guys go on
ahead to the restaurant.

We'll catch up with ya later.

- [Charles] Eric, I'll get it.

Put your money away.

- This is her grave.

- Whose grave?

Megan McGuire?

Isn't she the one in
the painting

that MacVey's always
talking about?

- The barmaid whose room
we're staying in.

- You're full of
information today.

Now how did you know
that she was in our room?

- I'm sure Thomas must
have told me.

Megan McGuire, 1761 to 1786.

Hanged by the neck for the

murder of Lieutenant John
Eisley.

God have mercy on her soul.

- Eisley, the man
killed in our room.

She murdered him.

I wonder where they buried
the poor lieutenant.

- How do you know he
didn't drive her to murder?

Some men do that.

Pledge their love, then
turn their backs on women.

- Well I wouldn't call that
justification for murder.

- No, but I don't think you
should pass judgment so quickly

without having all the facts.

I thought trial
attorneys knew that.

- Oh Thomas will fetch the
firewood for you Mr. Beckett.

- I think I can handle it.

Mr. MacVey, I would
appreciate it

if you could ask Thomas
to stop talking to my wife

about the murder in our room.

It's just no way to make your
guests feel very comfortable.

- Oh Mr. Beckett, Thomas
can't remember a grocery list

much less historical stories.

- Well my wife isn't
making it up

and it's obvious she's
hearing about Megan McGuire

from someone.

- Well it's common
knowledge among the locals

that Megan killed
Eisley in that room.

- Is that why you
locked up the room?

- I closed up the room, Mr.
Beckett,

for the reason that I told you.

Too expensive to run
up the plumbing lines.

- Well I guess if I
wanna know more

I'll have to speak
to the locals.

- Alright Mr. Beckett.

If you insist.

More than 20 years ago, some
months after I bought this inn,

I learned that a woman
had murdered her husband

up in that very room.

Well you make it silly of
me, but I'm superstitious.

And I decided that I would
close up that room for good.

And that's the truth of it.

[unsettling music]

Two murders in the same room

and that was enough for me, Mr.
Beckett.

[eerie music]

- So.

You're not afraid of me are ya?

- I knew you were there.

I could feel you.

- And do you know who I
am Katherine?

- Yes.

You're Megan McGuire.

Why did you call me Katherine?

- Well that's your name, girl.

- No, you're wrong, my
name is Karen.

Karen Beckett.

- I think you'll soon
be finding out

that your name is Katherine
Raymond and that's a fact.

And this dream of yours,
of being born in a prison,

now that's a fact too Katherine.

- How could you know
about my dream?

- We're kindred spirits,
you and I.

You're of my line Katherine,
like my very own babe

and all of them that followed.

It's only that you've
chosen to hide the truth

down in dark places.

But you can't do it any longer,
can ya?

Your true feelings
are coming out

in all sorts of
interesting ways.

- What do you mean?

- Oh come on girl.

Don't tell me you can't
see how your man

ain't wondrous pleased
with your new bed manners.

- Eric loves me.

- No man loves a woman,
only what he takes from her.

He gets her with child and
then he spits in her face.

- No, not Eric, he's
not like that.

- Blood to blood Katherine.

Ya can't fight it.

You'll do what ya must
when your time comes.

- What do you mean when
my time comes?

No, wait!

- When you're with child,
Katherine, then you'll know.

Then you'll know.

Then you'll know.

- No, please don't go.

No tell me what is it
I'm going to do.

Please tell me what is it
I'm going to do.

- We have to talk.

- About what?

- [Eric] Whatever's
bothering you.

- Is this shirt clean?

- Forget the shirt, Karen,

this has gotta stop.

- Look I told you I don't
wanna talk about it.

I mean in the bloody hell
can't you understand that?

- What did you say to me?

- You heard me.

- Alright, that's it.

We're going back to New
York tonight.

- Now look, I don't
wanna leave Eric, please.

I don't wanna do that.

I can't do that yet.
- Karen this is crazy.

- Eric I love you.

Isn't that enough for you?

- It's the mirror, isn't it?

Is that what's bothering you?

Is it the mirror Karen?

- No.

Look, let's just stop this.

- Karen there's no
mystery to it.

There's just some glass.

There's nothing to be
frightened of.

Gotta move this thing out
into the hallway tonight.

- No, don't do that.

Please.

You're gonna hurt yourself.

- Okay fine, I'll have Mr.
MacVey move it in the morning.

[tense music]

[door slams]

- Eric, you sure you guys
don't wanna be alone?

'Cause we can walk ahead.

- No, no, we're fine, really.

- There's Karen.

- Great, let's go.

- Okay.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

You look terrific.

- Thank you.

[men grunting]

- Oh, this is as heavy as sin.

We need a dolly.

I'll be back in a minute.

- Okay.

[ominous music]

[rumbling]

[yelling]

[panting]

[laughing]

- If you're a very good boy
I could buy this for you.

- You know I love you.

- Excuse me, miss.

Do you know anything
about this, Megan McGuire?

- Oh I'm sorry, I'm not that
good with local history.

You might try Mr. Goode,

the archivist over at
Beggar's Church.

- Where is that?

- Two blocks down.

You can't miss it,
it's red brick.

- Oh I'm sure it's
right up here.

Sweetheart I'm gonna go
back to the inn.

I'm feeling a little
queasy from lunch.

You go ahead and go with
Charlie and Rita.

- Well if you want, I've
got some antacid

in my clothing bag at the hotel.

- Really I think I'll be okay.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Go on.

- Okay.

- See you later.

- [Charlie] I think it's gonna
look great in the apartment.

- [Rita] Yeah, so do I.

- I think we can still
make the parade.

Kar, come on.

- Hello!

- Ah, almost got you.

- I'm looking for Mr. Goode.

- Uh, Beggar's Church sextons

have always been called Mr.
Goode.

Sorry, times have changed
and I haven't.

Well, what's on your mind?

- Well I'm looking for
information about Megan McGuire.

- What do you wanna know?

- Why she killed John Eisley.

- Writing a book?

- No, just curious.

My wife and I happen to be
staying in the same room

where the murder happened.

- Is that a fact?

I didn't know that MacVey
had opened it up for rent.

Said he never would
after the Raymond woman.

- Why do you think MacVey
would do that?

- I'm an archivist,
not a mind reader, Mr.?

- Beckett, Eric Beckett.

What can you tell me
about the Eisley murder?

- Well there's not much to tell.

Megan McGuire was a loose woman

who set her cap for
Lieutenant John Eisley

in hopes of gaining herself
some respectability.

They had a lover's quarrel
and she stabbed him to death

with his own bayonet.

As I recall the murder
weapon was never found.

Times being what they were,
they hanged Megan anyway.

- And Elizabeth Raymond?

- What about her?

- Well it just seems odd
that there were two murders

in the same room.

- I deal in facts, not
fancies, Mr. Beckett.

You should do the same thing.

- Well then tell me
about Elizabeth Raymond.

- Mrs. Raymond, Mrs. Ray.

Elizabeth Raymond stabbed
her husband for sure.

She even admitted it,
though they never could find

what she murdered him with.

They executed her in the
electric chair.

About six months after
her baby was born.

Over in Weemsville Prison.

Maybe 30 miles across the river.

Went crazy they said.

Talked about being
possessed with some evil.

Whatever.

- Did Elizabeth Raymond
have black hair?

- She did.

- What happened to her child?

- Don't know.

- [Eric] Was it a girl?

- Whatever it was, it
was probably turned over

to the state home.

Most relatives don't want
tainted babies.

Tourists.

- Mr. MacVey!

Mr. MacVey!

- Mr. Beckett!

When you return to the inn,

I would like you and your wife

to get your things in order

and vacate the room sir,
I have another for you.

- Wait a minute,
what's going on?

- There's been an accident Mr.
Beckett.

A bad accident.

The handyman was taking
the mirror from your room.

He fell from the window
and was killed.

I've had to tell his widow.

- Oh my god.
- Oh I doubt

that God had much to do
with this, Mr. Beckett.

- No, you're lying to me.

- Are you deaf or what, girl?

Couldn't you hear the
hate in his voice

when you're only after
talking about having a baby?

Now Katherine you listen to me.

- You stop calling me that name.

- Katherine you are and
Katherine you'll be.

If it's the truth you're wanting

wait 'til your belly
swells with child

then see what kind of a
man he really is.

- Eric loves me.

- Love is lies girl.

- Eric is not like that.

- I will no matter that
you won't listen.

It's all true.

It's true and you know it.

Your man doesn't
deserve to live.

You're blood of my
blood Katherine.

Like your mother before you
and her mother before her.

All the way back to me.

You'll do what you have
to when the time comes.

You'll do what you have to.

- I thought you'd be sleeping.

Look, something
terrible's happened.

[sensual music]

- I tried to tell you
not to move the mirror.

- Mr. MacVey wants us
outta the room tonight.

I agree with him.

- [Karen] I have
something else in mind.

- I think we should get
your things together

and get out of it.

- No, not tonight.

- Yes, tonight.

Right now.

- Oh I told you I'm not
leaving this room tonight.

I want to make love again.

- No, come on.

- No come on I just
wanna go with it.

- Karen, please.

- Tell me that you love me.

- Karen, would you cut it out

and listen to me?
- Say that you love me.

Say that you love me dammit.

- Karen!
- Say that you love me!

- I don't even know you anymore.

[Karen laughs]

- Eric.

Eric please, forgive me.

- I spent most of the
evening walking.

Thinking about us.

- Eric please.

I'm so frightened.

- What do you think I am?

I don't know you anymore.

You're like two
different people.

- I can't put it into words.

Only that what she says
can't be true, it just can't.

- Who?

Karen, who says it
can't be true?

- Call it a ghost,
call it a spirit.

I don't know.

But there is something
in that mirror

and it's in the form of
Megan McGuire.

She knows about my dream,
about being born in prison.

She knows about us.

She says my real name
is Katherine Raymond.

And she says that you--

- Sweetheart look, now
can't you see

what you're doing to yourself?

You're a very artistic,
impressionable person

and you're allowing
some idiotic ghost story

totally captivate
your imagination.

Now look there is no
ghost in there.

Granted Elizabeth Raymond
lived near here

and died in prison,
but you must have heard

Thomas or MacVey or someone
else telling the story.

Then you connected it with
the Megan McGuire myth.

But it just simply isn't true.

- Elizabeth Raymond is my
mother's name?

- Mr. MacVey wants us
out of here.

- No!

I can't leave now until I know

what she really wants from me.

- Karen this just simply
isn't rational.

Look do you want me
to prove to you

that there's nothing
to this mirror garbage?

It's glass and it's wood.

There's nothing inside.

There's no inner spirit,
no ghost living inside.

Nothing.

Go ahead.

Tell her do something to me.

Come on, come on out.

- You just don't understand.

- You can go on blaming
the supernatural

or you can just
accept the truth.

- Eric please listen to me--

- Oh no no no, I love you
and I'm not going to stand by

and let some idiotic
nonsense about a mirror

destroy our marriage.

- Charlie and Rita are
waiting for us.

- The hell with Rita
and Charlie.

I'm talking about us.

And if you can't accept

that there's a perfectly

rational reason for your
problem,

and stop defending yourself
with ghost stories,

then you're a--
- Mental case?

- I didn't say that.

- No, but that's what you
were thinking.

Everything is so logical
for you, Eric.

Question and answer,
black and white.

[sighs]

- Ghosts.

- Karen are you okay?

- Where's Eric?

I thought he was coming with us.

- Karen?

[upbeat music]

Karen slow down.

- [Rita] Karen,
please slow down.

- Karen.
- Karen.

- Watch out, watch out.
- Karen slow.

- [Charlie] You're
going too fast!

- [Rita] That car, watch out!

[tires peeling]

[car horn honks]

[onlookers exclaiming]

- [Woman On P.A.] Dr.
Peggy Brown, 5328,

Dr. Peggy Brown, 5328.

Dr. Pure, Dr. Pure.

- A mild concussion

and an abdominal bruise
from the seat belt.

She's very lucky.

Are you the husband?

- No, no the husband was

supposed to be back at the
hotel.

I left a message.

- And I assured her

that the accident won't
affect her pregnancy.

A couple of days in the
hospital, she'll be fine.

- Pregnancy, what pregnancy?

- Well we had to check her
out for internal injury.

It's standard.

And I think she's about
seven weeks along.

You didn't know?

- Uh no.
- No.

- No, we didn't know about that.

- Well, no charge for
the diagnosis.

You can see her now.

- Well, I guess Eric

won't have much choice in
the matter now.

- I'm sure he'll take
it in stride.

- I'm not so sure Karen will.

Honey look.

Oh no.

- [Charlie] What the
hell's she doing outside?

- [Rita] Charlie.

- [Charlie] Got it.

Karen, Karen!

Karen!

Eric, she just
jumped in the car.

I couldn't stop her.

- Well how could you
have left her here alone

with the car keys

knowing the state of
mind she's in?

- Now wait a minute
Eric, she seemed okay--

- But she's not okay.
- She's okay to drive.

- She's not okay.

She hasn't been okay
since we first got here.

That's what I've been
trying to tell you guys.

- Eric, Karen's pregnant.

- What?

- Your wife is pregnant.

- How could I have been
so stupid, I...

- Look, she probably thought
you were gonna be angry,

so she just took off.

- Look, I've gotta find her.

Did she say where she was going?

- No, she took off at
about 60 miles an hour.

I don't think she was too
interested in talking.

- I think I know
where she's going.

I think, can you guys
catch your own cab

and I'll call you later.

- Yeah, sure, no problem.

- Thanks.

- [Guard] She's in there.

- Raymond, Elizabeth,

executed for the murder of
her husband, September, 1955.

I'm sorry Mrs. Beckett,

that's all I'm
permitted to tell you.

The warden says Elizabeth
Raymond's records are closed

to anyone but blood relatives.

- I told you, I think
I'm her daughter.

- Think is not proof
in our book.

- I know she had a baby.

Can't you just tell me
the name she was given.

- We've never said it
was a girl, Mrs. Beckett.

Just the name and nothing else.

- Yes.

- Baby Katherine.

[ominous music]

[phone rings]

- Hello?

- [Karen] Hello Mother?

- Sweetheart, how is Unionville?

Did Eric surprise you?

- Yes it was wonderful.

How's Daddy?

- Oh he's fine, he's
right here, say hello.

Darling?

Are you alright?

You sound very out of sorts.

- I just haven't been
sleeping well.

Mother, I'm in Weemsville.

- Oh, honestly Karen, I
can't imagine

why you'd want to go to a
place like that

When Unionville is so lovely.

- [Karen] Mother I went
to the prison.

- Bob, she was at the prison.

- Hey pussycat, how's my girl?

- Daddy,

who was Elizabeth Raymond?

- Karen now don't go
blowing this whole thing

outta proportion.

Baby we love you deeply,
you've gotta believe that.

Karen.

Karen!

Karen can you hear me?

[upbeat music]

[sobbing]

- [Woman] I wanna show
you something.

- [Man] Oh yeah.

[woman yelling]

- Look, don't worry about it.

Keep the change.

- [Man] You're
looking good lover.

- [Woman] Gees, leave me
alone alright?

I'm going home.

- [Man] Something
step right here.

- You lose.

- Let's see what you
can do with it.

- Oh you'll see what I can do.

[men whistling]

- Looking good Kathy.

- [Karen] Um hmm.

- [Man] Five bucks a game.

[Karen laughs]

[men cheering]

- Whoo hoo!

- [Man] Lucky.

Don't get nervous Kathy.

- [Man] Hey, what are
you trying--

- What the hell do you
think you're doing?

- That's funny, I was going
to ask you the same thing.

- Hey Mack, the lady's
trying to take a shot.

You know?
- Hey Mack,

she's not taking anything,

but a cab back to Unionville.

- [Man] Whoa!

- Look, the lady's my wife,
okay?

- You've gotta lotta nerve,
you know?

- This guy your husband, Kathy?

- This guy look like
anybody who'd be my husband?

[men snickering]

- Kathy says goodbye.

- Hey, her name is not Kathy,
it's Karen.

And she's obviously too
drunk to know who she is.

Especially if she's with
someone like you.

- You guys just gonna
stand there all night

breathing hard or are
you gonna get rid of him?

- [Man] Yeah, yeah come on.

- I said adios.

- I'm not leaving
here without her.

[grunts]

- [Man] Hey!

[punches thudding]

[men exclaiming]

- Great, can't any of you
baby faces handle this guy?

- Karen, let's get outta here

before somebody
really busts me up.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

Leave me alone.

Get away from me.

- Back off!

I said back off.

- You get away from me.

[punch thuds]

[crowd exclaiming]

- [Man] You sure you don't
know this guy, Kathy?

- I said I didn't.

Now leave me alone.

- Great hand I have here.

- Charlie just discard.

Hi.

- Hey, where the hell ya been?

- Where's Karen?

Eric, what happened?

- Seems that having babies
is not the only thing

my wife wants to experience.

Here are the keys to the car.

I'm going back to New York.

- Wait a minute am I
missing something here?

Or isn't Karen pregnant?

Eric come on, where is she?

- Charlie your guess is
as good as mine.

But if you wanna find
her I'd start looking

at every bar and pool
hall in Weemsville.

- Eric are you
walking out on her?

Well she needs you now
more than ever.

- She doesn't need anyone.

- Charlie do something.

Stop him.

Charlie they're our
best friends.

- Now let's forget about Eric.

We gotta got to Weemsville
and find Karen now.

- Dammit Karen.

[unsettling music]

My god!

Karen was telling the truth.

You're Megan McGuire.

What do you want with Karen?

- Oh I want nothing
from Katherine.

She needs no help from me
to follow her birthright.

- Birthright?

- All my kin come to this
room when they're with child.

They come here to follow
the fire that burns inside.

- You're talking in riddles.

Dammit what do you
want with Karen?

- Oh you stupid,
stupid little man.

[yelling]

[rumbling]

[ominous music]

You really think you're
a match for me,

you miserable weakling.

What a pitiful show, I swear.

- I'm gonna kill you!

- If it's a killing you want,
you've come to the right place

but I won't be doing any
of the killing.

Oh no, it won't be me.

It won't be me.

- The time my suspicions
were confirmed

and I realized who your wife
might be it was too late.

- What does Megan's ghost
want with Karen?

I've got to know MacVey!

- And I've got to accept
this matter as truth.

Just as you have.

I...

Well I know a bit of history

of what happened from
the townsfolk and gossip.

But who can draw fact from fancy

and I have no way of
knowing the future.

- I'll draw my own conclusions.

Just tell me what you know.

[ominous music]

- Time back in the 1800s there
was a girl named Sarah Martin

who was staying here
with her husband

while he was shoeing horses.

And she murdered him one
night in that very room

with a knife they never found.

They dragged her before
a firing squad

after she'd had her baby
at the stockade.

And to the end she swore
that she had been possessed

by an evil spirit in a mirror.

There were others before.

And others later.

I told you, some months
after I'd bought the in,

a woman, Elizabeth Raymond,

who killed her husband in
that very room.

After that I locked
it up for good.

- My wife's real name
is Katherine Raymond.

- Elizabeth Raymond's daughter.

Well, now mind you she'll have
no choice but to kill you.

- [Eric] What?

- But can't you see?

It won't be your wife,
she can't,

she can't fight the
vengeful spirit

that's possessing her soul.

Now of all things, that
you've got to believe.

- Wait, wait, wait, just tell
me the rest of Megan's story.

Why did she kill John Eisley?

- What Earthly good
would that do?

You can't fight her spirit.

- [sighs] I can try.

But I can't do it
without your help.

- Alright.

Alright.

Megan was a beauty, as you know.

But she loved no man
beyond his purse.

And she had a burning desire
to be something better

than a common barmaid.

She yearned for respectability.

And to that end she chose
Lieutenant John Eisley

of the colonial horse guard,

a blue blood if ever there
was one, for a husband.

- [Eric] The name on the bed.

- Eisley bedded her

each time his troop
rolled into Unionville.

He thought of her only as
his paid whore.

But this handsome lieutenant
was all Megan longed for.

She tried everything to get
him to treat her as a lady.

His nobility, wealth and
position beguiled her.

She gave him gifts bought
from her meager savings,

presents that would
win his heart.

Or so she hoped.

And night after night she
gave him her heart and soul.

With unbridled passion.

And then came the fateful
night of the Governor's Ball.

Megan had spent all her bed
money on an extravagant gown,

determined to have Eisley
invite her to the galla affair.

Wanting only to have
his way with her,

Eisley lied, promising to
be her escort,

but he had no intention
of making good his pledge.

That night at the ball, a
glittering affair for the rich,

Megan came alone, determined
to make Eisley love her,

to prove to him that she
was as worthy as the gentry

he so favored.

And he was dazzled by her
beauty indeed.

[bright music]

And as they danced,

Megan thought she saw true
love in her lieutenant's eyes.

But, poor deluded girl,

it was only lust.

After the ball Eisley
was feverish to have her,

but Megan put him off,

for she had the sweetest of
secrets to share with him.

Surely he would love her now.

Her dreams, her ambitions
would be realized

and so she told him her
special secret.

She was carrying his child.

They would have to marry.

She thought it was
wonderful news.

She would be his wife,
they would start a family.

But Eisley would
have none of it.

He scorned her with
his laughter.

He would never take a lowly
barmaid as his bride, never.

Hiding her despair and rage
from her callous lover,

Megan took her revenge.

[dark music]

She never would tell them
where the murder weapon was.

They hanged her, unrepentant,

10 days after the
birth of her babe.

- Then all her heirs
were pregnant

when they killed their husbands?

- Yes, I guess that's
the truth of it.

- My wife is pregnant.

- As it seems that no man

married to one of
Megan's descendants,

ever lived to see
the child born,

you have no choice but
to leave her.

- I can't, I love her, I
can't leave her.

- It's not a matter of love,

it's a matter of life and death.

Yours and your wife's.

She'll kill you as sure
as the sun rises.

And they'll hang her
after she gives birth.

The cycle goes on.

You can't break it, man.

- Then I will just have to
change history.

- Your wife came in Mr. Beckett.

- Thanks for telling me Thomas.

Karen.

[moaning]

- Thank you.
- Thank you so much

I hope you have a
pleasant evening.

Yes, can I help you?

- I think so, yes.

[knocking at door]

- Hold your horses, I'm coming.

- [Man] Delivery.

[knocking at door]

- Coming.

- Hi, your dress.

- Oh.

You get enough of an eyeful?

Oh yes.

Oh yes.

Look at you.

- My lady, you look smashing.

- Thank you sir.

- You're welcome madam.

- Can't you tell us anything?

- Trust me.

Please.

- Mr. Beckett.

- We'll wait for you outside,
Eric.

- What you're doing is madness.

- I have no other choice.

I love her.

- To try to change history
could mean your death.

- It's my only hope.

[unsettling music]

- Now that's my Katherine.

You're more like me
than any of them.

[happy dance music]

- Well, you don't have
to stand in the hall.

A gentleman removes his
weapons in a lady's room.

- I wanna make love to you.

- Oh I know you do.

And we will.

But first I have a secret.

- I know what it is.

- No you just think you do.

This is a secret secret.

[foreboding music]

- Karen, you have to believe
that I love you very much.

- Do you really?

- More than life itself.

- I carry your child.

- I know and I want a
baby very much.

- No, you don't love
me or the baby.

- Oh yes I do.

I love you and our child.

- No, this isn't the
way it's supposed to be.

- He's lying to ya Katherine.

- You're lying to me.

- No, no I'm telling the truth.

- Look into his eyes.

Can't you see the deceit.

He doesn't care about you.

Come on girl, you know
what you have to do.

- Don't listen to her.

Don't.

Ow!

Karen you've got to trust me.

I want you to have our baby.

That's the truth from
the bottom of my heart.

[groans]

- Do it now Katherine.

- Karen you've got your chance.

Come on, fight her.

Karen I love you.

- [Megan] Be done with it girl.

- Karen, fight her!

- Do it now Katherine.

Do it or he'll betray you.

Kill him!

Kill him now.

- [Eric] Karen don't
listen to her.

- [Megan] Kill him!

- Karen!

Karen look at me.

Karen.
- Do it now!

- Karen.
- Kill him.

- Karen.
- He doesn't love you.

- Look, you know who I am.

You know I'd give my
life for you.

- Kill him Katherine.

- Trust me.

- [Megan] He doesn't
deserve to live.

[yelling]

- [Megan] Katherine!

[screaming]

- It's over.

You did it.

Look, it's okay.

Look.

- Well sweetie,

some vacation, huh?

[Rita laughs]

Ah Thomas, thank you very much.

This is for you.

- Sir.
- Thank you.

Hey buddy.

- [Mr. MacVey] Look after
the keys Thomas.

- Goodbye Mr. MacVey.

- Goodbye Mrs. Beckett.

[happy music]

- Are you okay?

- I'm better than okay.

[sensual music]