Chiller (1985) Movie Script
(whooshing)
(rumbling)
(eerie music)
(rumbling)
(machine beeping)
(static buzzing)
(feet shuffling)
(banging)
(feet shuffling)
(banging)
(feet shuffling)
(banging)
(feet shuffling)
(rumbling)
(door clicking)
(light ominous music)
- Hayes, is that you?
(suspenseful music)
(gasping)
(laughing)
Hayes.
Very funny.
You're late.
- Dead battery.
How are the guests?
- Same.
That's what I love about 'em.
Never complain.
- They're saying that they might
try to bring one of 'em back.
- One of these?
Huh, don't hold your breath.
I've been hearing that
ever since I've been here.
See, the trick ain't freezing
them, it's thawing 'em.
So there they sit, all frozen to death,
waiting for some miracle cure,
all paying that monthly rent.
Biggest game in town.
See ya.
- Take her easy.
(door creaking)
(liquid dripping)
(eerie music)
What's going on here?
(tapping)
(beeping)
Oh my God.
(suspenseful music)
(beeping)
This is Hayes.
Get me the supervisor, quick.
Emergency.
Sir, we've got a malfunction
on one of Stricklin's cylinders.
Number 59.
I don't know how long.
The alarm didn't go off.
It's up, 159.
It's too late to put
him in the backup unit.
He's thawing fast.
(crickets chirping)
(phone ringing)
- Rectory?
No, he's asleep.
It's after midnight.
Couldn't you call back in the morning?
Ooh, oh yes Mrs. Creighton.
Just hold on one minute.
(knocking on door)
Reverend Penny.
(knocking on door)
Reverend Penny?
- Yes?
- I'm sorry to wake you.
There's a call for you in the rectory.
It's Mrs. Creighton.
She says it's urgent.
(sirens wailing)
(engine rumbling)
(people chattering)
- Go go go go go.
Out of the way.
- Felix, Felix, here.
- Marion.
- I'm so glad you made it.
- What is this, what's going on?
- A miracle.
Felix, there is going to be a miracle,
and I wanted you to be with me.
- What are you talking about?
- They're going to give my son back to me.
- What?
- Yes.
- [Announcer] All visitors
must return to the lobby.
- Marion.
He's been dead for almost 10 years.
- No, Felix.
Not dead, asleep.
- Asleep.
- [Marion] Yes.
- I was there the night he died.
I conducted the funeral.
- Excuse me, Mrs. Creighton?
- Yes?
- Would you sign this, please?
- What is it?
- Consent for surgery.
Right here, please.
- Yes.
- I don't understand.
Consent for whom?
- Her son.
(ominous music)
- Thank you.
Yes.
- This is our patient?
- Mm-hmm.
- Massive circumscribed lesion
in the mid portion of the liver.
Tumor, blush.
Don't have any signs of metastasis.
The whole one is definitely involved.
It's a marvel this guy should be dead.
- He is.
- What?
- Complete liver failure, apathic coma.
We tried a transplant,
but we couldn't stop the
subsequent rejection.
- Rejection?
With cyclosporine?
- We didn't have
cyclosporine 10 years ago.
- 10 years?
- [Associate] Dr. Stricklin.
- Yes.
- [Associate] We're at minus 22.
- Thank you, we're coming.
- But Phil.
What's going on here?
- When I knew it was hopeless,
I told the patient's mother.
She was devastated.
She begged, pleaded with me to save him.
I was helpless.
- Go on.
- Well, desperate people
do desperate things.
Are you familiar with cryonic suspension?
- I know what it is,
but I've never...
Phil, do you mean to tell me
that this guy is--
- Frozen.
- Frozen.
- It was our only alternative.
Since we couldn't treat him at the time,
his mother wanted to
save him until we could.
- And you're gonna try and bring him back.
- We have no choice.
The cylinder has failed.
He's thawing.
- But, this is all theory.
Nobody's ever done a retrieval.
- Nobody ever had the chance.
- Look, even if we could,
we'd have to re-do the transplant.
We need a liver.
- We have one.
Glenn, help me.
This is the opportunity of a lifetime.
- Wait a minute, Phil.
What if we fail?
Have you considered the consequences?
- What consequences?
The patient's already dead.
(light ominous music)
- Then the funeral, the burial.
This was all a shame.
- Yeah.
- Marion, all this time,
why didn't you tell someone?
Why didn't you tell me?
- I was afraid.
It was such a radical thing to do.
I didn't know how people would react,
or if they'd understand.
Felix, Miles is my son.
He's my life.
He's all I have.
- Mrs. Creighton.
- Yes?
- I'm Dr. Collier, the surgeon.
- Felix Penny, her minister.
- Where's Dr. Stricklin?
- He's prepping right now.
Look, Mrs. Creighton,
I don't know exactly
what you've been told,
but I just wanted to make sure
you understand the reality of what
we're dealing with here.
Look, I just want you to know
this is all very theoretical.
- I have faith, doctor.
God wouldn't have brought
us this far to let us down.
- Just so you know, this
is gonna be a long night.
- I have been waiting for 10 years.
Felix, I'm going to the chapel.
- Excuse me.
- Doctor.
Is this possible?
Can you now restore life?
- Some seem to think so.
- What will it be?
- I don't know, Reverend.
Maybe that's a question I should ask you.
(ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
- You ready?
- Scalpel.
Need a wipe.
Suction.
Alright, suture.
Nice work.
(machine beeping)
Ready.
Clear.
(buzzing)
Flat line.
- Again.
(buzzing)
- Try again.
(beeping)
(buzzing)
Flat line.
Damn it, again, again!
Clear.
(buzzing)
- Flat line.
- Charge 'em again.
Clear.
(buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
- Felix.
This really is the age of miracles.
Isn't it?
- Yes, I'm sure it is.
It's just that it's a
different kind of miracle
than I am trained to understand.
(door clicking)
- He's alive.
(gasping)
- Felix.
Well, hi.
You wanted to see me?
- Yes, Marion, please, sit down.
- Thank you.
- Anything to drink?
Can I get you something?
- No thank you.
- Marion, I've been conferring
with Dr. Stricklin and Dr.
Collier about your son.
It's been six weeks now,
and as you can see, there's
been no improvement.
We've been over this
report very very carefully.
What I'm about to suggest
doesn't come without a great
deal of soul searching.
- What?
- Termination of the life support system.
- You can't be serious!
He's alive.
- He's functioning, Mrs. Creighton.
That's all.
- Then there is hope.
- Marion, it was a desperate
attempt and you knew it.
There were no guarantees.
- I don't understand.
It was a miracle.
You said so yourself.
Now you're telling me that we failed.
- What we've done is extraordinary.
Apparently, it's not enough.
- Then, then do more.
- There is no more.
- There must be more!
If it's a commission of money,
or equipment, or--
- We're not God, Marion.
We can't give him the will to live.
- So close, it's so close.
We must have some more time.
- Marion, please listen.
- Listen to me!
I want to hold on to him
for a little while longer.
Even if it's like this.
- Alright.
- Thank you.
(door slamming)
(gentle ethereal music)
(machine beeping)
- Cooper.
Your turn to give 507 his massage.
- Me?
- I did it last night.
- But he's so, cold.
(machine beeping)
(light ominous music)
(beeping)
(sighing)
(eerie music)
(intense music)
(gasping)
(eerie music)
(intense music)
(gasping)
(alarm sounding)
(crashing)
(ominous music)
(gasping)
(gasping)
- Gee, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I was just outside.
I heard silence, so I just came in
to see what's going on.
- Would you check the
patient for me, please?
Just check the patient.
- Hey, it looks like he's awake.
Hey.
- Check his eyes.
Do they look normal to you?
- Yeah, they look alright to me.
(people chattering)
- Dr. Collier.
- Mrs. Creighton.
Come on.
You're gonna be very happy.
Come on.
(clapping)
Please, excuse us.
Excuse us, pardon me.
Excuse me, doctor.
Right here.
- Congratulations.
- Miles.
Miles.
Son.
He's hungry.
(laughing)
(ominous music)
(doors shutting)
Careful.
Welcome home.
My son.
(clearing throat)
Oh, look who's here, Miles.
You remember Mr. Hanna.
- It's a miracle, Mr. Miles.
A miracle.
I got a surprise for you.
Guess who's still here.
(whistling)
(dog grumbling)
(barking)
(light ominous music)
Happy.
What's the matter with you?
- I think we'd better go in the house.
- Wonderful meal, absolutely wonderful.
- Let me get you some more.
- Oh no, please.
- Don't be bashful.
We have plenty of prime ribs.
Miles loves them.
- Marion, no, please.
I would love to, but I
simply must not overdo it.
- Hi Marion.
- Hello Stacey.
- Hi Mr. Beeson.
- Hello Tracey.
- Is there anything left for dinner?
- Elizabeth has kept
it hot in the kitchen.
- Oh thanks, bye.
- Bye.
Gosh, she's certainly grown
into a lovely young woman.
I remember when you had doubts
about becoming her guardian.
- She's been a Godsend.
I was so lonely without Miles.
Excuse me.
I think I'd better go up and check.
- Marion, sit down.
You just checked on him.
He will be fine for five more minutes.
- Of course.
Clarence, it's so wonderful
to have him back home again.
- I know, I know.
It's written all over your face.
But now, what are your plans for him?
- Well, truthfully, that's
why I asked you over.
To tell you.
I want him to return to the company.
- He should.
- Really?
- Absolutely.
His father would have expected it.
- Oh, Clarence, I am so
happy that you feel that way.
You've been such a help
to me in managing things.
I was afraid that you might resent it.
- Marion, it's his.
And we need new blood in the company.
- You're not going to leave.
- No, definitely no.
I will be right there
peering over his shoulder,
keeping an eye on everything.
- Oh.
Dessert?
- You are determined, aren't you?
- Yes.
To you.
- To Miles.
(glasses clinking)
(knocking on door)
Miles?
Miles.
I just wanted to say goodnight, son.
- Goodnight.
- I didn't want to disturb you.
I realize you have a lot
of catching up to do.
Your mother tells me you're
coming back to the company.
- That's the plan.
- [Clarence] Fine, that's fine.
If there's anything I can do.
- You're still at the company.
- Yes, of course.
- And what exactly is it you do there now?
- What is it I--
Well, I've been looking out
for the family's interests
ever since you--
Well, you've been gone.
- But now I'm back.
(light ominous music)
(dog barking)
(dog barking)
(dog barking)
(growling)
(suspenseful music)
(dog grumbling)
(dog barking)
(intense music)
(dog whimpering)
- Morning, dear.
- Morning, Marion.
Here Hap.
Hap?
Come on boy.
Happy?
Happy.
Hap?
(gasping)
(ominous music)
Mr. Hanna, where's Hap?
- You don't want to go
in there, Miss Stacey.
- What's wrong?
- He's dead.
- No.
- Some animal got to him.
(books thudding)
- Miles.
(eerie music)
- So, in addition to
last quarter's profits,
we were up again by almost two points,
giving us a total for the year of 5%.
Now including that with the
last nine years profits,
that gives us an overall
annual average of 6%.
Ladies and gentlemen,
that's our report.
And I think you'll all agree
that in these serious economic times,
this is very, very good.
Miles.
- I think it's pitiful.
What's this?
Donations, contributions?
Burn Center, County Hospital.
West Side Fellowship Church.
And let's see.
A dozen more.
I ask you, how can you justify this?
- Well Miles.
- Mr. Creighton.
I'm sure we'd all like to see
the company more profitable.
- And you are?
- Leigh Kenyon.
- Advertising and PR, Miles.
- But don't you agree that we also
need some sort of
serviceable public image?
- The marketplace is
cold-blooded Miss Kenyon.
It doesn't care.
- I disagree.
Most of the large corporations
have specific budgets
for charitable works.
- Charity does not increase sales.
It's non-profit.
- Mr. Creighton.
You've been gone a long time.
We've put a lot of effort in this company.
We've come up with a plan
that we feel is pretty successful.
Now if you have something to add to that,
something to improve upon that plan,
I am sure we would all like to hear it.
- Would you now?
Efficiency, Miss Kenyon.
Efficiency.
I'm going to take a hard, concise look
at everything around here.
Whatever I find that isn't working,
that's obsolete or useless to me,
I intend to eliminate.
Do I make myself clear?
Good.
Are there any further comments?
Good.
Beeson, you stay.
(humming)
- I don't know what to do about it.
Hold on a sec.
Mr. Beeson?
Mr. Beeson, are you alright?
- Yes yes, I'm fine, thank you.
- He fired you?
Of course.
Of course, there must be some mistake.
Miles wouldn't have--
(ominous music)
Yes, of course, of
course I'll talk to him.
Clarence, please get a hold of yourself.
Yes.
Alright, yes, I will.
Goodbye.
(phone ringing)
- Miles.
Miles, please, I've got to talk to you.
- You're drunk.
- Oh no, no no no.
I've just had a couple.
Miles, please don't do this.
Miles, if I've done something wrong,
please tell me what it is.
I'm sure we can straighten it out.
Miles, I was your father's best friend.
I helped found this company.
Miles.
(door banging)
Miles.
Please give me a chance, talk to me.
Miles.
Please.
If you want to run the whole show, fine.
I have no problem with that.
Miles.
Miles, please.
Just let me stay to the end of the year.
'Til retirement, that's all.
Miles, please.
For God's sake.
Let me keep my dignity.
- Dignity?
Is that what you want?
Well come here, let's talk about it.
- I can't.
- [Miles] Of course you can.
- I can't!
- Very well then.
- No, wait.
I'm coming.
(eerie music)
Miles, wait.
(coughing)
- Come on.
- Yes, yes.
- Hurry up, I've got things to do.
- Miles, wait.
Please.
Miles, please wait.
I'll do anything.
- Now where's your dignity?
- Why are you doing this to me?
- Simple.
I don't need you anymore.
- Oh.
(thudding)
(door slamming)
- Miles?
Miles.
(fire crackling)
Miles.
What's the matter?
Son, are you alright?
- Fine, mother.
I'm just cold.
- It's burning up in here.
- No.
- Miles, what is the matter?
I tried to reach you all day.
Where were you?
- Busy.
- Clarence called me.
He said that you had fired him, why?
- We don't need him.
- [Marion] We owe him.
- For what?
- For past services.
- Mother, he was paid.
- I don't mean that.
I'm talking about his
loyalty, about his friendship.
- Alright mother.
You tell me.
What do you want me to do?
- I want you to rehire Clarence.
I want you to tell him
it was all a mistake.
- Certainly mother.
- You mean it?
First thing tomorrow.
- First thing tomorrow.
- I knew you would.
- Well good evening Stacey.
- Hi.
- How was the party?
- Fine.
- Stacey.
Is anything the matter?
- Nothing.
It's just a little strange
coming home and not having our dog here.
We really miss him, don't we, Miles?
- Yes we do, Stacey.
(light ominous music)
That's what I heard, mother.
One of the security guards
found him early this morning.
I'm sorry too, mother.
(phone buzzing)
Hold on a second.
Yes?
- [Secretary] Miss Kenyon to see you.
- Send her in.
Mother, I have to go now.
I'll talk to you about it later.
- My reports.
I just wanted to tell you
how deeply sorry I am about Mr. Beeson.
- So am I.
- Yeah, I can tell.
- It's very interesting.
I'd like to read it and
discuss it with you.
- Alright.
- Over drinks.
(people chattering)
(phone ringing)
- My friend has arrived.
Well, I see that you've made it.
- Sorry I'm late.
I stopped by the funeral home.
- What will you have?
- I don't know, what are you having?
- Cognac.
Keeps you warm.
- No thanks.
A frozen daiquiri, please.
- I read your report.
Pretty good, aren't you?
- I try.
- I'm going to let you in on something.
I'm about to make some
changes at the company.
Fill in the recent vacancy.
Are you involved, Miss Kenyon?
- No.
I'm not.
Why?
- I'm looking for someone
who can work outside the office.
Flexible hours, that's all.
- What exactly will this job entail?
- It's a new position.
It answers only to me.
And the pay is quite handsome.
- This position, will it
include stock options?
- Certainly.
- Choice of cars.
- Whatever you want.
- Better office?
- I see you're interested.
- Well, Mr. Creighton.
- [Miles] Miles.
- Miles, I'd certainly like to discuss
it with you further.
- I have a room in this hotel.
- That's not even subtle.
- Don't play miss indignant with me.
You sell it just like the rest.
It's only your price
we haven't established.
- Oh yeah?
Well let me tell you what
you can do with your job.
- Room 817.
(knocking on door)
(chattering on TV)
- Do you even like me?
- What's that got to do with it?
- You win.
- That's what it's all about.
- Like you said, business is cold-blooded.
- This goes beyond business.
This is pleasure.
(eerie music)
- Pleasure doesn't have
to be cold-blooded.
(suspenseful music)
(gasping)
- But that's how I like it.
- Yes, Mrs. Fletcher?
I don't understand this.
(knocking on door)
Miss Kenyon.
- [Leigh] Yes?
- I'm Reverend Penny.
I'm here on behalf of the
West Side Fellowship Church.
We have received this pledge card,
and I'm afraid there's been some mistake.
- I'm sure.
- Well it's been canceled.
- There is no mistake.
- I don't understand.
Your family has always been so generous.
We've come to rely heavily on
their gift to run the church.
- I'm sorry, Reverend.
The company's changed its policy.
All donations have been terminated.
- Is this the family's decision?
- Miles Creighton's.
- Alright.
I think I'd better speak to him.
- You're wasting your time.
He won't see you.
That's why you were sent to me.
I'm sorry, Reverend.
I wish there was something I could do,
but I'm leaving.
(ominous music)
- Good lord.
Who did this to you?
Have you called the authorities?
- No!
Please.
For God's sake, no.
You don't know what he is.
(water splashing)
- Marion.
- Felix.
How are you?
- Do you know about this?
- Oh, it's our pledge.
Well, there must be some mistake.
- There's no mistake.
- I'm sure there is.
I'll talk to Miles.
- Have you been to the office?
- No, why?
- They're all terrified.
- Of what?
- Miles.
- Ha, of Miles?
That's ridiculous.
You know what he's like.
- I know what he was like.
He's not the same.
- Felix, it's been 10 years.
It's a new world, he has to adjust.
- Do you know that he
fired Clarence Beeson?
- That was a mistake.
- There's a young woman in his office
who has been beaten up.
That is no mistake.
- Did she say it was Miles?
- No, she hasn't admitted it.
- Well then you have no proof.
- Marion.
She is scared to death.
Open your eyes.
- Felix, why are you doing this?
Why are you trying to discredit him?
- I am not trying to discredit him.
I am trying to get you to
see what is going on here.
- It's the money.
That's what it is, the money.
- Marion.
You can't believe that.
I'm concerned about you.
I'm concerned about Stacey.
There is something wrong with Miles.
- There is nothing wrong with him.
Everyone has been amazed at his recovery.
- At first, I was concerned.
Now I am frightened.
- I lost my husband and my son.
Everything I loved was taken from me.
You've never been a parent, Felix.
You don't know how terrible it is
to outlive your children.
- But you have Stacey.
Here and now.
- And Miles.
He's my own flesh and blood.
I brought him back.
I gave him life a second time.
He's my son.
(ominous music)
- I said gin.
What's the matter?
I've won more games off you tonight
than I have for a whole year.
- I'm sorry.
- Can I help?
- When a man dies, what
happens to his soul?
- Oh so that's the problem.
Oh I wish you wouldn't work on your sermon
while we're playing cards.
- Sorry.
- Reverend.
I am sorry.
You're serious.
- Yes.
When a man dies, what
really happens to his soul?
- The scripture tells us we
pass on to a spiritual life.
- But we don't really
know that, not in fact.
- We don't know the specifics.
But it's an act of faith.
- Once we had faith
that the entire universe
revolved around the Earth.
But science changed that.
- Well science has never disputed
the presence of a soul.
- We believe that man is made
up of body, mind, and spirit.
Now, the body is physical.
You can see it, you can touch it.
But the spirit, they believe
that when someone dies,
the soul goes off to paradise, to heaven,
to some hereafter.
Now suppose that a man died,
I mean really died.
Not one of those near death experiences.
And suppose that in fact
he was buried for 10 years.
And after that time,
somehow, was reanimated,
brought back to life.
If the body and the mind functioned,
then he would technically be alive.
But what about the soul?
Would the soul be required
to rejoin the body?
Or would it remain on the other side?
- I don't know.
I never questioned it.
I would hope the spirit would rejoin.
Or you'd have something cold, unemotional,
without conscience, or a--
- Monster?
- This isn't hypothetical.
It's Miles Creighton, isn't it?
- I'm not sure.
But God help us if it's true.
- Where are you going?
- On a walk.
- But it's so late.
(steady ominous music)
(eerie music)
(leaves rustling)
(leaves rustling)
(intense music)
(gasping)
- Reverend Penny.
It's been a long time.
- Who are you?
- I beg your pardon?
- I recognize the face, the voice,
but you're not Miles Creighton.
- Of course I am.
Ask Marion.
Who should know a son
better than his own mother?
- She is blinded by her love.
- You're meddling, preacher.
What do you want?
- To know who you are.
- That's not what you want to know.
You want to know what's on the other side.
- Alright.
Yes.
If you are Miles Creighton,
and you really have been called back,
then yes, you've seen the other side.
- And you want to know what's there.
I'll tell you what's on the other side.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
You die and there's simply darkness.
- That can't be.
- No streets of gold.
No harps, no halos, no angels and saints.
It's all here.
So you better live it up, holy man.
Make the most of the here and now,
because that's all there is.
- You're lying.
- Why would I lie?
Tell me, why would I lie?
Now you know.
I don't care to ever see you again.
Not at my house,
not with my mother,
not with any of us.
Do you understand me?
- Wait.
Wait a minute.
Wait!
Wait.
Wait!
Let me tell you something.
You're a liar.
What I believe is true,
and will always be true.
(door slamming)
(engine revving)
(suspenseful music)
Open this door!
Miles, stop.
Stop!
Miles, oh God, Miles!
Don't do this!
Don't!
Stop the car, don't do this!
Stop the car!
Miles, stop, for God's sake!
Hey, hey.
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(suspenseful music)
(engine revving)
(yelling)
(people chattering)
- Excuse me.
Is this the Reverend Penny's room?
- Yes it is.
I'm sorry, you can't go in there.
- I'm Marion Creighton.
Couldn't I look in on
him, just for a moment?
- Well, you can observe him from here.
- [Marion] What happened to him?
- [Nurse] We don't know.
He's been unconscious
since they brought him in.
- Is he going to be alright?
- It's too early to tell.
I'm sorry, you're going to
have to leave now, please.
- Don't let her go.
Marion.
- Alright, alright, just for a moment.
- Felix.
How did this happen?
- It was Miles.
- No.
- Marion, I understand
what happened to him.
The body
you revived
is empty.
He has no soul.
(ominous music)
- No.
(coughing)
- You're gonna have to leave.
Get a doctor, stat!
Please.
(coughing)
- Excuse me, Mrs. Creighton.
We're still trying to
piece this thing together.
Did he say anything that could help us?
- No.
No, I'm sorry, no.
- [Announcer] Dr.
Stricklin, Dr. Stricklin.
ICU stat.
(phone beeping)
(dial tone)
- Stacey, get off the phone.
(dial tone beeping)
- Marion?
(ominous music)
Elizabeth?
Dottie?
(ominous music)
Marion?
(sighing)
Miles.
I didn't think anyone was here.
- Only me.
- Where's Marion?
- Out.
- Oh.
Where's Elizabeth and Dottie?
- I gave them the night off.
- Did Marion say when she would be back?
- No, she didn't.
(thudding)
- I gotta go upstairs and get cleaned up.
- Are you frightened of me, Stacey?
- No.
- Good.
There's no reason to be.
Here, come on, sit down.
- I don't have the time.
Miles.
- Sit down!
You've got time for me.
- No.
- [Miles] Well go on.
- I don't want any.
- [Miles] It'll warm you up.
- I'm warm enough.
- Suit yourself.
- Don't.
- [Miles] You don't need this.
- Miles, please.
- You are afraid of me, aren't you?
- Yes.
- Why?
- You're different.
- No Stacey, I'm not different.
- [Stacey] Yes you are.
- I'm not different, no.
- Yes you are, don't.
- [Marion] Miles!
- Marion!
- Miles.
- I'm sorry.
- It's alright.
Stacey, darling, I want
you to go upstairs.
- [Stacey] But Marion.
- [Marion] It's going to be alright.
I'll be there in just a few minutes.
Go on up, go on.
- What are you looking at, mother?
- I don't know.
What am I looking at?
I didn't want to believe
it, Miles, but now this.
I've got to do something.
- Do what?
Do what, mother?
- Don't, Miles.
The police will be looking for you.
- Police, why?
- Felix Penny.
- He's dead.
- No.
That's why I was at the hospital.
He's there, and so are the police.
- Did he tell them what happened?
- No.
He told me.
I had to see for myself.
(ominous music)
(banging)
- Mother?
Mother.
(eerie music)
Mother, I know you think
I won't come in there.
Mother.
Mother.
(banging)
(grunting)
(door closing)
No, no!
Mother!
Mother!
(banging)
Open this door!
Mother!
No, no!
(door rattling)
- [Marion] Stacey,
unlock the door, it's me.
- Marion.
Marion.
- It's alright.
I called the police.
Everything is alright now.
- Where is he?
- Where he can't hurt you.
- Marion, I was so scared.
- Oh Stacey, Stacey.
I'm so sorry.
I've been a foolish old woman.
I tried to live in the past
instead of the present.
No one could do that.
I only have today.
And that darling is you.
- I love you so much, Marion.
- And I love you more than
anything in the world.
(doorbell ringing)
There are the police.
Stay here, I'll be back.
(door shutting)
Freezer, there in the freezer.
- He has a meat hook?
- A gaffing hook.
(ominous music)
(door creaking)
- Mr. Creighton?
- Miles.
- Mr. Creighton?
Is there a light in here?
- Yes, it's right over there on the wall.
- Careful.
(eerie music)
- Oh God.
- What is it?
- Get the Coroner.
(intense music)
(gasping)
- No, no Miles!
No!
(yelling)
Miles, no!
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(gasping)
(weeping)
Miles.
Miles.
(intense music)
(gasping)
(screaming)
Miles!
Miles.
Felix.
Is there anything I can get you?
Anything at all.
(clearing throat)
- Mrs. Creighton.
- Tell me.
Is he going to make it?
- We've done everything we can.
- If there is anything.
- He's getting the best we have.
The rest is up to him.
- There must be something that we can do.
- I wish there were.
We're just not there yet.
- Anything.
- I'm sorry.
(phone ringing)
Miss Creighton.
You know there is one thing we could do.
We could pray.
(ominous music)
- Yes.
(rumbling)
(alarm sounding)
(suspenseful music)
- It's Hayes.
Get me the supervisor, quick.
(alarm sounding)
Emergency.
We've got a pressure malfunction.
(machines whirring)
(booming)
(chattering drowned out)
Tell Stricklin we've got a problem!
(suspenseful music)
(booming)
(booming)
(ominous music)
(rumbling)
(eerie music)
(rumbling)
(machine beeping)
(static buzzing)
(feet shuffling)
(banging)
(feet shuffling)
(banging)
(feet shuffling)
(banging)
(feet shuffling)
(rumbling)
(door clicking)
(light ominous music)
- Hayes, is that you?
(suspenseful music)
(gasping)
(laughing)
Hayes.
Very funny.
You're late.
- Dead battery.
How are the guests?
- Same.
That's what I love about 'em.
Never complain.
- They're saying that they might
try to bring one of 'em back.
- One of these?
Huh, don't hold your breath.
I've been hearing that
ever since I've been here.
See, the trick ain't freezing
them, it's thawing 'em.
So there they sit, all frozen to death,
waiting for some miracle cure,
all paying that monthly rent.
Biggest game in town.
See ya.
- Take her easy.
(door creaking)
(liquid dripping)
(eerie music)
What's going on here?
(tapping)
(beeping)
Oh my God.
(suspenseful music)
(beeping)
This is Hayes.
Get me the supervisor, quick.
Emergency.
Sir, we've got a malfunction
on one of Stricklin's cylinders.
Number 59.
I don't know how long.
The alarm didn't go off.
It's up, 159.
It's too late to put
him in the backup unit.
He's thawing fast.
(crickets chirping)
(phone ringing)
- Rectory?
No, he's asleep.
It's after midnight.
Couldn't you call back in the morning?
Ooh, oh yes Mrs. Creighton.
Just hold on one minute.
(knocking on door)
Reverend Penny.
(knocking on door)
Reverend Penny?
- Yes?
- I'm sorry to wake you.
There's a call for you in the rectory.
It's Mrs. Creighton.
She says it's urgent.
(sirens wailing)
(engine rumbling)
(people chattering)
- Go go go go go.
Out of the way.
- Felix, Felix, here.
- Marion.
- I'm so glad you made it.
- What is this, what's going on?
- A miracle.
Felix, there is going to be a miracle,
and I wanted you to be with me.
- What are you talking about?
- They're going to give my son back to me.
- What?
- Yes.
- [Announcer] All visitors
must return to the lobby.
- Marion.
He's been dead for almost 10 years.
- No, Felix.
Not dead, asleep.
- Asleep.
- [Marion] Yes.
- I was there the night he died.
I conducted the funeral.
- Excuse me, Mrs. Creighton?
- Yes?
- Would you sign this, please?
- What is it?
- Consent for surgery.
Right here, please.
- Yes.
- I don't understand.
Consent for whom?
- Her son.
(ominous music)
- Thank you.
Yes.
- This is our patient?
- Mm-hmm.
- Massive circumscribed lesion
in the mid portion of the liver.
Tumor, blush.
Don't have any signs of metastasis.
The whole one is definitely involved.
It's a marvel this guy should be dead.
- He is.
- What?
- Complete liver failure, apathic coma.
We tried a transplant,
but we couldn't stop the
subsequent rejection.
- Rejection?
With cyclosporine?
- We didn't have
cyclosporine 10 years ago.
- 10 years?
- [Associate] Dr. Stricklin.
- Yes.
- [Associate] We're at minus 22.
- Thank you, we're coming.
- But Phil.
What's going on here?
- When I knew it was hopeless,
I told the patient's mother.
She was devastated.
She begged, pleaded with me to save him.
I was helpless.
- Go on.
- Well, desperate people
do desperate things.
Are you familiar with cryonic suspension?
- I know what it is,
but I've never...
Phil, do you mean to tell me
that this guy is--
- Frozen.
- Frozen.
- It was our only alternative.
Since we couldn't treat him at the time,
his mother wanted to
save him until we could.
- And you're gonna try and bring him back.
- We have no choice.
The cylinder has failed.
He's thawing.
- But, this is all theory.
Nobody's ever done a retrieval.
- Nobody ever had the chance.
- Look, even if we could,
we'd have to re-do the transplant.
We need a liver.
- We have one.
Glenn, help me.
This is the opportunity of a lifetime.
- Wait a minute, Phil.
What if we fail?
Have you considered the consequences?
- What consequences?
The patient's already dead.
(light ominous music)
- Then the funeral, the burial.
This was all a shame.
- Yeah.
- Marion, all this time,
why didn't you tell someone?
Why didn't you tell me?
- I was afraid.
It was such a radical thing to do.
I didn't know how people would react,
or if they'd understand.
Felix, Miles is my son.
He's my life.
He's all I have.
- Mrs. Creighton.
- Yes?
- I'm Dr. Collier, the surgeon.
- Felix Penny, her minister.
- Where's Dr. Stricklin?
- He's prepping right now.
Look, Mrs. Creighton,
I don't know exactly
what you've been told,
but I just wanted to make sure
you understand the reality of what
we're dealing with here.
Look, I just want you to know
this is all very theoretical.
- I have faith, doctor.
God wouldn't have brought
us this far to let us down.
- Just so you know, this
is gonna be a long night.
- I have been waiting for 10 years.
Felix, I'm going to the chapel.
- Excuse me.
- Doctor.
Is this possible?
Can you now restore life?
- Some seem to think so.
- What will it be?
- I don't know, Reverend.
Maybe that's a question I should ask you.
(ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
- You ready?
- Scalpel.
Need a wipe.
Suction.
Alright, suture.
Nice work.
(machine beeping)
Ready.
Clear.
(buzzing)
Flat line.
- Again.
(buzzing)
- Try again.
(beeping)
(buzzing)
Flat line.
Damn it, again, again!
Clear.
(buzzing)
- Flat line.
- Charge 'em again.
Clear.
(buzzing)
(suspenseful music)
- Felix.
This really is the age of miracles.
Isn't it?
- Yes, I'm sure it is.
It's just that it's a
different kind of miracle
than I am trained to understand.
(door clicking)
- He's alive.
(gasping)
- Felix.
Well, hi.
You wanted to see me?
- Yes, Marion, please, sit down.
- Thank you.
- Anything to drink?
Can I get you something?
- No thank you.
- Marion, I've been conferring
with Dr. Stricklin and Dr.
Collier about your son.
It's been six weeks now,
and as you can see, there's
been no improvement.
We've been over this
report very very carefully.
What I'm about to suggest
doesn't come without a great
deal of soul searching.
- What?
- Termination of the life support system.
- You can't be serious!
He's alive.
- He's functioning, Mrs. Creighton.
That's all.
- Then there is hope.
- Marion, it was a desperate
attempt and you knew it.
There were no guarantees.
- I don't understand.
It was a miracle.
You said so yourself.
Now you're telling me that we failed.
- What we've done is extraordinary.
Apparently, it's not enough.
- Then, then do more.
- There is no more.
- There must be more!
If it's a commission of money,
or equipment, or--
- We're not God, Marion.
We can't give him the will to live.
- So close, it's so close.
We must have some more time.
- Marion, please listen.
- Listen to me!
I want to hold on to him
for a little while longer.
Even if it's like this.
- Alright.
- Thank you.
(door slamming)
(gentle ethereal music)
(machine beeping)
- Cooper.
Your turn to give 507 his massage.
- Me?
- I did it last night.
- But he's so, cold.
(machine beeping)
(light ominous music)
(beeping)
(sighing)
(eerie music)
(intense music)
(gasping)
(eerie music)
(intense music)
(gasping)
(alarm sounding)
(crashing)
(ominous music)
(gasping)
(gasping)
- Gee, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I was just outside.
I heard silence, so I just came in
to see what's going on.
- Would you check the
patient for me, please?
Just check the patient.
- Hey, it looks like he's awake.
Hey.
- Check his eyes.
Do they look normal to you?
- Yeah, they look alright to me.
(people chattering)
- Dr. Collier.
- Mrs. Creighton.
Come on.
You're gonna be very happy.
Come on.
(clapping)
Please, excuse us.
Excuse us, pardon me.
Excuse me, doctor.
Right here.
- Congratulations.
- Miles.
Miles.
Son.
He's hungry.
(laughing)
(ominous music)
(doors shutting)
Careful.
Welcome home.
My son.
(clearing throat)
Oh, look who's here, Miles.
You remember Mr. Hanna.
- It's a miracle, Mr. Miles.
A miracle.
I got a surprise for you.
Guess who's still here.
(whistling)
(dog grumbling)
(barking)
(light ominous music)
Happy.
What's the matter with you?
- I think we'd better go in the house.
- Wonderful meal, absolutely wonderful.
- Let me get you some more.
- Oh no, please.
- Don't be bashful.
We have plenty of prime ribs.
Miles loves them.
- Marion, no, please.
I would love to, but I
simply must not overdo it.
- Hi Marion.
- Hello Stacey.
- Hi Mr. Beeson.
- Hello Tracey.
- Is there anything left for dinner?
- Elizabeth has kept
it hot in the kitchen.
- Oh thanks, bye.
- Bye.
Gosh, she's certainly grown
into a lovely young woman.
I remember when you had doubts
about becoming her guardian.
- She's been a Godsend.
I was so lonely without Miles.
Excuse me.
I think I'd better go up and check.
- Marion, sit down.
You just checked on him.
He will be fine for five more minutes.
- Of course.
Clarence, it's so wonderful
to have him back home again.
- I know, I know.
It's written all over your face.
But now, what are your plans for him?
- Well, truthfully, that's
why I asked you over.
To tell you.
I want him to return to the company.
- He should.
- Really?
- Absolutely.
His father would have expected it.
- Oh, Clarence, I am so
happy that you feel that way.
You've been such a help
to me in managing things.
I was afraid that you might resent it.
- Marion, it's his.
And we need new blood in the company.
- You're not going to leave.
- No, definitely no.
I will be right there
peering over his shoulder,
keeping an eye on everything.
- Oh.
Dessert?
- You are determined, aren't you?
- Yes.
To you.
- To Miles.
(glasses clinking)
(knocking on door)
Miles?
Miles.
I just wanted to say goodnight, son.
- Goodnight.
- I didn't want to disturb you.
I realize you have a lot
of catching up to do.
Your mother tells me you're
coming back to the company.
- That's the plan.
- [Clarence] Fine, that's fine.
If there's anything I can do.
- You're still at the company.
- Yes, of course.
- And what exactly is it you do there now?
- What is it I--
Well, I've been looking out
for the family's interests
ever since you--
Well, you've been gone.
- But now I'm back.
(light ominous music)
(dog barking)
(dog barking)
(dog barking)
(growling)
(suspenseful music)
(dog grumbling)
(dog barking)
(intense music)
(dog whimpering)
- Morning, dear.
- Morning, Marion.
Here Hap.
Hap?
Come on boy.
Happy?
Happy.
Hap?
(gasping)
(ominous music)
Mr. Hanna, where's Hap?
- You don't want to go
in there, Miss Stacey.
- What's wrong?
- He's dead.
- No.
- Some animal got to him.
(books thudding)
- Miles.
(eerie music)
- So, in addition to
last quarter's profits,
we were up again by almost two points,
giving us a total for the year of 5%.
Now including that with the
last nine years profits,
that gives us an overall
annual average of 6%.
Ladies and gentlemen,
that's our report.
And I think you'll all agree
that in these serious economic times,
this is very, very good.
Miles.
- I think it's pitiful.
What's this?
Donations, contributions?
Burn Center, County Hospital.
West Side Fellowship Church.
And let's see.
A dozen more.
I ask you, how can you justify this?
- Well Miles.
- Mr. Creighton.
I'm sure we'd all like to see
the company more profitable.
- And you are?
- Leigh Kenyon.
- Advertising and PR, Miles.
- But don't you agree that we also
need some sort of
serviceable public image?
- The marketplace is
cold-blooded Miss Kenyon.
It doesn't care.
- I disagree.
Most of the large corporations
have specific budgets
for charitable works.
- Charity does not increase sales.
It's non-profit.
- Mr. Creighton.
You've been gone a long time.
We've put a lot of effort in this company.
We've come up with a plan
that we feel is pretty successful.
Now if you have something to add to that,
something to improve upon that plan,
I am sure we would all like to hear it.
- Would you now?
Efficiency, Miss Kenyon.
Efficiency.
I'm going to take a hard, concise look
at everything around here.
Whatever I find that isn't working,
that's obsolete or useless to me,
I intend to eliminate.
Do I make myself clear?
Good.
Are there any further comments?
Good.
Beeson, you stay.
(humming)
- I don't know what to do about it.
Hold on a sec.
Mr. Beeson?
Mr. Beeson, are you alright?
- Yes yes, I'm fine, thank you.
- He fired you?
Of course.
Of course, there must be some mistake.
Miles wouldn't have--
(ominous music)
Yes, of course, of
course I'll talk to him.
Clarence, please get a hold of yourself.
Yes.
Alright, yes, I will.
Goodbye.
(phone ringing)
- Miles.
Miles, please, I've got to talk to you.
- You're drunk.
- Oh no, no no no.
I've just had a couple.
Miles, please don't do this.
Miles, if I've done something wrong,
please tell me what it is.
I'm sure we can straighten it out.
Miles, I was your father's best friend.
I helped found this company.
Miles.
(door banging)
Miles.
Please give me a chance, talk to me.
Miles.
Please.
If you want to run the whole show, fine.
I have no problem with that.
Miles.
Miles, please.
Just let me stay to the end of the year.
'Til retirement, that's all.
Miles, please.
For God's sake.
Let me keep my dignity.
- Dignity?
Is that what you want?
Well come here, let's talk about it.
- I can't.
- [Miles] Of course you can.
- I can't!
- Very well then.
- No, wait.
I'm coming.
(eerie music)
Miles, wait.
(coughing)
- Come on.
- Yes, yes.
- Hurry up, I've got things to do.
- Miles, wait.
Please.
Miles, please wait.
I'll do anything.
- Now where's your dignity?
- Why are you doing this to me?
- Simple.
I don't need you anymore.
- Oh.
(thudding)
(door slamming)
- Miles?
Miles.
(fire crackling)
Miles.
What's the matter?
Son, are you alright?
- Fine, mother.
I'm just cold.
- It's burning up in here.
- No.
- Miles, what is the matter?
I tried to reach you all day.
Where were you?
- Busy.
- Clarence called me.
He said that you had fired him, why?
- We don't need him.
- [Marion] We owe him.
- For what?
- For past services.
- Mother, he was paid.
- I don't mean that.
I'm talking about his
loyalty, about his friendship.
- Alright mother.
You tell me.
What do you want me to do?
- I want you to rehire Clarence.
I want you to tell him
it was all a mistake.
- Certainly mother.
- You mean it?
First thing tomorrow.
- First thing tomorrow.
- I knew you would.
- Well good evening Stacey.
- Hi.
- How was the party?
- Fine.
- Stacey.
Is anything the matter?
- Nothing.
It's just a little strange
coming home and not having our dog here.
We really miss him, don't we, Miles?
- Yes we do, Stacey.
(light ominous music)
That's what I heard, mother.
One of the security guards
found him early this morning.
I'm sorry too, mother.
(phone buzzing)
Hold on a second.
Yes?
- [Secretary] Miss Kenyon to see you.
- Send her in.
Mother, I have to go now.
I'll talk to you about it later.
- My reports.
I just wanted to tell you
how deeply sorry I am about Mr. Beeson.
- So am I.
- Yeah, I can tell.
- It's very interesting.
I'd like to read it and
discuss it with you.
- Alright.
- Over drinks.
(people chattering)
(phone ringing)
- My friend has arrived.
Well, I see that you've made it.
- Sorry I'm late.
I stopped by the funeral home.
- What will you have?
- I don't know, what are you having?
- Cognac.
Keeps you warm.
- No thanks.
A frozen daiquiri, please.
- I read your report.
Pretty good, aren't you?
- I try.
- I'm going to let you in on something.
I'm about to make some
changes at the company.
Fill in the recent vacancy.
Are you involved, Miss Kenyon?
- No.
I'm not.
Why?
- I'm looking for someone
who can work outside the office.
Flexible hours, that's all.
- What exactly will this job entail?
- It's a new position.
It answers only to me.
And the pay is quite handsome.
- This position, will it
include stock options?
- Certainly.
- Choice of cars.
- Whatever you want.
- Better office?
- I see you're interested.
- Well, Mr. Creighton.
- [Miles] Miles.
- Miles, I'd certainly like to discuss
it with you further.
- I have a room in this hotel.
- That's not even subtle.
- Don't play miss indignant with me.
You sell it just like the rest.
It's only your price
we haven't established.
- Oh yeah?
Well let me tell you what
you can do with your job.
- Room 817.
(knocking on door)
(chattering on TV)
- Do you even like me?
- What's that got to do with it?
- You win.
- That's what it's all about.
- Like you said, business is cold-blooded.
- This goes beyond business.
This is pleasure.
(eerie music)
- Pleasure doesn't have
to be cold-blooded.
(suspenseful music)
(gasping)
- But that's how I like it.
- Yes, Mrs. Fletcher?
I don't understand this.
(knocking on door)
Miss Kenyon.
- [Leigh] Yes?
- I'm Reverend Penny.
I'm here on behalf of the
West Side Fellowship Church.
We have received this pledge card,
and I'm afraid there's been some mistake.
- I'm sure.
- Well it's been canceled.
- There is no mistake.
- I don't understand.
Your family has always been so generous.
We've come to rely heavily on
their gift to run the church.
- I'm sorry, Reverend.
The company's changed its policy.
All donations have been terminated.
- Is this the family's decision?
- Miles Creighton's.
- Alright.
I think I'd better speak to him.
- You're wasting your time.
He won't see you.
That's why you were sent to me.
I'm sorry, Reverend.
I wish there was something I could do,
but I'm leaving.
(ominous music)
- Good lord.
Who did this to you?
Have you called the authorities?
- No!
Please.
For God's sake, no.
You don't know what he is.
(water splashing)
- Marion.
- Felix.
How are you?
- Do you know about this?
- Oh, it's our pledge.
Well, there must be some mistake.
- There's no mistake.
- I'm sure there is.
I'll talk to Miles.
- Have you been to the office?
- No, why?
- They're all terrified.
- Of what?
- Miles.
- Ha, of Miles?
That's ridiculous.
You know what he's like.
- I know what he was like.
He's not the same.
- Felix, it's been 10 years.
It's a new world, he has to adjust.
- Do you know that he
fired Clarence Beeson?
- That was a mistake.
- There's a young woman in his office
who has been beaten up.
That is no mistake.
- Did she say it was Miles?
- No, she hasn't admitted it.
- Well then you have no proof.
- Marion.
She is scared to death.
Open your eyes.
- Felix, why are you doing this?
Why are you trying to discredit him?
- I am not trying to discredit him.
I am trying to get you to
see what is going on here.
- It's the money.
That's what it is, the money.
- Marion.
You can't believe that.
I'm concerned about you.
I'm concerned about Stacey.
There is something wrong with Miles.
- There is nothing wrong with him.
Everyone has been amazed at his recovery.
- At first, I was concerned.
Now I am frightened.
- I lost my husband and my son.
Everything I loved was taken from me.
You've never been a parent, Felix.
You don't know how terrible it is
to outlive your children.
- But you have Stacey.
Here and now.
- And Miles.
He's my own flesh and blood.
I brought him back.
I gave him life a second time.
He's my son.
(ominous music)
- I said gin.
What's the matter?
I've won more games off you tonight
than I have for a whole year.
- I'm sorry.
- Can I help?
- When a man dies, what
happens to his soul?
- Oh so that's the problem.
Oh I wish you wouldn't work on your sermon
while we're playing cards.
- Sorry.
- Reverend.
I am sorry.
You're serious.
- Yes.
When a man dies, what
really happens to his soul?
- The scripture tells us we
pass on to a spiritual life.
- But we don't really
know that, not in fact.
- We don't know the specifics.
But it's an act of faith.
- Once we had faith
that the entire universe
revolved around the Earth.
But science changed that.
- Well science has never disputed
the presence of a soul.
- We believe that man is made
up of body, mind, and spirit.
Now, the body is physical.
You can see it, you can touch it.
But the spirit, they believe
that when someone dies,
the soul goes off to paradise, to heaven,
to some hereafter.
Now suppose that a man died,
I mean really died.
Not one of those near death experiences.
And suppose that in fact
he was buried for 10 years.
And after that time,
somehow, was reanimated,
brought back to life.
If the body and the mind functioned,
then he would technically be alive.
But what about the soul?
Would the soul be required
to rejoin the body?
Or would it remain on the other side?
- I don't know.
I never questioned it.
I would hope the spirit would rejoin.
Or you'd have something cold, unemotional,
without conscience, or a--
- Monster?
- This isn't hypothetical.
It's Miles Creighton, isn't it?
- I'm not sure.
But God help us if it's true.
- Where are you going?
- On a walk.
- But it's so late.
(steady ominous music)
(eerie music)
(leaves rustling)
(leaves rustling)
(intense music)
(gasping)
- Reverend Penny.
It's been a long time.
- Who are you?
- I beg your pardon?
- I recognize the face, the voice,
but you're not Miles Creighton.
- Of course I am.
Ask Marion.
Who should know a son
better than his own mother?
- She is blinded by her love.
- You're meddling, preacher.
What do you want?
- To know who you are.
- That's not what you want to know.
You want to know what's on the other side.
- Alright.
Yes.
If you are Miles Creighton,
and you really have been called back,
then yes, you've seen the other side.
- And you want to know what's there.
I'll tell you what's on the other side.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
You die and there's simply darkness.
- That can't be.
- No streets of gold.
No harps, no halos, no angels and saints.
It's all here.
So you better live it up, holy man.
Make the most of the here and now,
because that's all there is.
- You're lying.
- Why would I lie?
Tell me, why would I lie?
Now you know.
I don't care to ever see you again.
Not at my house,
not with my mother,
not with any of us.
Do you understand me?
- Wait.
Wait a minute.
Wait!
Wait.
Wait!
Let me tell you something.
You're a liar.
What I believe is true,
and will always be true.
(door slamming)
(engine revving)
(suspenseful music)
Open this door!
Miles, stop.
Stop!
Miles, oh God, Miles!
Don't do this!
Don't!
Stop the car, don't do this!
Stop the car!
Miles, stop, for God's sake!
Hey, hey.
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(suspenseful music)
(engine revving)
(yelling)
(people chattering)
- Excuse me.
Is this the Reverend Penny's room?
- Yes it is.
I'm sorry, you can't go in there.
- I'm Marion Creighton.
Couldn't I look in on
him, just for a moment?
- Well, you can observe him from here.
- [Marion] What happened to him?
- [Nurse] We don't know.
He's been unconscious
since they brought him in.
- Is he going to be alright?
- It's too early to tell.
I'm sorry, you're going to
have to leave now, please.
- Don't let her go.
Marion.
- Alright, alright, just for a moment.
- Felix.
How did this happen?
- It was Miles.
- No.
- Marion, I understand
what happened to him.
The body
you revived
is empty.
He has no soul.
(ominous music)
- No.
(coughing)
- You're gonna have to leave.
Get a doctor, stat!
Please.
(coughing)
- Excuse me, Mrs. Creighton.
We're still trying to
piece this thing together.
Did he say anything that could help us?
- No.
No, I'm sorry, no.
- [Announcer] Dr.
Stricklin, Dr. Stricklin.
ICU stat.
(phone beeping)
(dial tone)
- Stacey, get off the phone.
(dial tone beeping)
- Marion?
(ominous music)
Elizabeth?
Dottie?
(ominous music)
Marion?
(sighing)
Miles.
I didn't think anyone was here.
- Only me.
- Where's Marion?
- Out.
- Oh.
Where's Elizabeth and Dottie?
- I gave them the night off.
- Did Marion say when she would be back?
- No, she didn't.
(thudding)
- I gotta go upstairs and get cleaned up.
- Are you frightened of me, Stacey?
- No.
- Good.
There's no reason to be.
Here, come on, sit down.
- I don't have the time.
Miles.
- Sit down!
You've got time for me.
- No.
- [Miles] Well go on.
- I don't want any.
- [Miles] It'll warm you up.
- I'm warm enough.
- Suit yourself.
- Don't.
- [Miles] You don't need this.
- Miles, please.
- You are afraid of me, aren't you?
- Yes.
- Why?
- You're different.
- No Stacey, I'm not different.
- [Stacey] Yes you are.
- I'm not different, no.
- Yes you are, don't.
- [Marion] Miles!
- Marion!
- Miles.
- I'm sorry.
- It's alright.
Stacey, darling, I want
you to go upstairs.
- [Stacey] But Marion.
- [Marion] It's going to be alright.
I'll be there in just a few minutes.
Go on up, go on.
- What are you looking at, mother?
- I don't know.
What am I looking at?
I didn't want to believe
it, Miles, but now this.
I've got to do something.
- Do what?
Do what, mother?
- Don't, Miles.
The police will be looking for you.
- Police, why?
- Felix Penny.
- He's dead.
- No.
That's why I was at the hospital.
He's there, and so are the police.
- Did he tell them what happened?
- No.
He told me.
I had to see for myself.
(ominous music)
(banging)
- Mother?
Mother.
(eerie music)
Mother, I know you think
I won't come in there.
Mother.
Mother.
(banging)
(grunting)
(door closing)
No, no!
Mother!
Mother!
(banging)
Open this door!
Mother!
No, no!
(door rattling)
- [Marion] Stacey,
unlock the door, it's me.
- Marion.
Marion.
- It's alright.
I called the police.
Everything is alright now.
- Where is he?
- Where he can't hurt you.
- Marion, I was so scared.
- Oh Stacey, Stacey.
I'm so sorry.
I've been a foolish old woman.
I tried to live in the past
instead of the present.
No one could do that.
I only have today.
And that darling is you.
- I love you so much, Marion.
- And I love you more than
anything in the world.
(doorbell ringing)
There are the police.
Stay here, I'll be back.
(door shutting)
Freezer, there in the freezer.
- He has a meat hook?
- A gaffing hook.
(ominous music)
(door creaking)
- Mr. Creighton?
- Miles.
- Mr. Creighton?
Is there a light in here?
- Yes, it's right over there on the wall.
- Careful.
(eerie music)
- Oh God.
- What is it?
- Get the Coroner.
(intense music)
(gasping)
- No, no Miles!
No!
(yelling)
Miles, no!
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(gasping)
(weeping)
Miles.
Miles.
(intense music)
(gasping)
(screaming)
Miles!
Miles.
Felix.
Is there anything I can get you?
Anything at all.
(clearing throat)
- Mrs. Creighton.
- Tell me.
Is he going to make it?
- We've done everything we can.
- If there is anything.
- He's getting the best we have.
The rest is up to him.
- There must be something that we can do.
- I wish there were.
We're just not there yet.
- Anything.
- I'm sorry.
(phone ringing)
Miss Creighton.
You know there is one thing we could do.
We could pray.
(ominous music)
- Yes.
(rumbling)
(alarm sounding)
(suspenseful music)
- It's Hayes.
Get me the supervisor, quick.
(alarm sounding)
Emergency.
We've got a pressure malfunction.
(machines whirring)
(booming)
(chattering drowned out)
Tell Stricklin we've got a problem!
(suspenseful music)
(booming)
(booming)
(ominous music)