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Do you remember? You were exuberant.
You were filled with the joy of living.
And so you'll be again when you leave
here and become my wife.
I wish you could understand.
Let me understand, Madeline, let me
so that I can help you.
Perhaps you shall feel differently
after you see.
- Where are we going?
- You'll see.
Careful, darling.
- You don't want to go in there.
- I want you to see.
The all our... Ushers.
It's the lack of air in here.
It's the air itself.
Nothing can survive that long.
My great-grandfather.
His wife.
My grandfather.
My grandmother.
My father.
My mother.
This is monstrous!
Whose idea was this?
Your dear brother's?
There is one for him too.
Does that absolve him?
It waits for me.
No, it does not.
They all wait for me.
Madeline, Madeline,
you must stop this.
Can't you see what you are doing to yourself?
You don't understand.
I understand, but you must leave
the dead to themselves.
Madeline, come away with me now.
What have you done?
Give her to me.
- Thank you. See to the crypt, will you?
- Yes.
Well, are you content now,
Mr. Winthrop?
It is not I who forced her to
live in the cemetery.
Do you think that I
wish her harm?
I think you still do not understand.
And I think it's time that you did.
The tarn is very deep.
One of the Usher women drowned
herself in it.
She was never found.
I dare say it's deep enough
I'm waiting, Mr. Usher.
Last night you asked me about the
singular aridity...
...of the land around this house.
Once this land was fertile,
farms abounded.
Earth yielded her riches
at harvest time.
There were trees and plant life,
flowers. Fields of grain.
At that time this water was
clear and fresh.
Swans glided upon its crystal surface.
Animals came to its bank,
trustingly, to drink.
But this was long before my time.
Why do you tell me these things?
And then something crept across the
land and blacked it.
The flowers languished and died.
Shrubs grew brown and shrivelled.
And the lakes and ponds became black
and stagnant.
And the land withered as
before a plague.
A plague?
Yes, Mr. Winthrop, a plague of evil.
Anthony Usher,
thief, usurer...
...merchant of flesh...
Bernard Usher. Swindler, forger.
Jewel thief. Drug addict.
Francis Usher...
professional assassin.
Vivian Usher. Blackmailer...
...harlot, murderess.
She died in a madhouse.
Captain David Usher...
...smuggler, slave trader...
mass murderer.
Mr. Usher, I don't see that this has
anything to do with Madeline and myself.
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