
Premature Burial
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- 1962
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Good afternoon, Miss Gault.
Good afternoon, Judson.
I'd like to see...
Hello, Kate.
What do you want?
Will you tell Guy that
I would like to see him?
I'm afraid he doesn't
Wish to see you.
I shall have to hear
that from Guy himself.
Oh, really, Kate,
don't you think...
at least I deserve
an explanation?
Very well.
Will you please wait here?
I'm sorry.
Guy does not wish to see you.
I told you I'd have to hear
that from Guy himself.
Guy?
Emily.
Emily, you...
you shouldn't have come here.
So I understand.
But, Guy, don't you think
I deserve something...
a little more than a letter?
Look at me and tell me
you don't love me.
My darling,
I do love you... very much.
That's why I sent you
that letter...
because I do love you.
Now, darling, please go away
and forget you ever met me.
I know what happened, Guy.
My father told me.
Did he tell you why?
Despite what he thinks...
I didn't run away from what
Was inside that coffin...
but from what I knew
to be inside me.
L... I don't understand.
If you do understand,
then you'll realize...
Come with me.
Where does this lead?
Below.
Are you all right?
Yes, I... I think so.
Do you want to go back?
No. No.
to meet the rest of my family.
Well, here they are...
all my ancestors,
famous and infamous...
laid here to...
What is the term?
To rest.
From the beginning,
death has come...
to the Carrells
like an assassin...
but the least fortunate
of all was my father.
How did he die?
Like a single candle
in a dark and airless room.
Emily, my father...
Guy.
Kate, why are you here?
It's time for your medicine.
Oh, yes. I'd forgotten.
I'm sorry. Thank you.
What medicine?
Laudanum.
Guy, is this the cause of...
No. Not a cause. An effect.
Without it, I couldn't sleep.
Guy, tell me.
With your father...
that night.
I'm interested only
in private research.
I can never forget
that poor wretch...
Whose grave they robbed.
His staring eyes...
his clutching hands...
his fingernails
broken and bloody...
from the vain attempt
to claw away...
the lid of that coffin.
You see, all this has
a special meaning for me, Emily.
For years,
I've lived in dread...
The unendurable
oppression of the lungs...
the stifling fumes
of the damp earth...
the rigid embrace
of the coffin...
the blackness
of absolute night...
and the silence...
like an overwhelming sea.
And then,
invisible in the darkness...
but all too hideously real
to the other senses...
the presence
of the conqueror worm.
Guy!
I'm sorry.
These are just morbid fantasies.
I'm afraid not.
Every member of my family...
has met with a violent
and horrible death.
I now wait my turn.
How did your father die?
Catalepsy.
Do you know what that is?
When it strikes...
outward sign of being dead.
But he's not dead. He's alive.
I was barely 13
When my father was stricken.
Doctor said
it was a heart attack...
and there was a funeral...
and he was sealed in this vault.
That night...
a pitiful, desperate cry.
I begged with them.
I pleaded with them.
"He's alive.
He's alive," I said...
Because it wasn't true.
It was!
I heard him.
In your mind.
No, Kate.
It would be easier
for me to accept that.
But I know the truth.
God help me,
I know the truth!
My father's inheritance
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