A Mysterious Young Woman Changes Everything TORMENT A LOVE STORY Full Movie

(eerie atmospheric music) (low thudding) (ominous orchestral music) - Artemis, the virgin goddess, vengeful executioner of those who would violate the helpless. - Well, yeah, ordinarily, I'd love to, but tomorrow night, tomorrow night's out. Laurel and are still heading to the wilds of Maine, to place called Lorenvale Forest. No no no no, not at all. The father of one of the boys of Laurel's group home invited us out for the weekend. Yeah, listen, plan on it, if Laurel ever gets out of the bathroom, right. Actually, we should've left by now, but you know what she's like. mean, if the house was on fire and she was brushing her teeth, she wouldn't leave until she was finished. Right. Right, listen, thanks for the invite. appreciate it. Have great weekend and I'll talk to you soon when we get back, okay? You got it. Okay, thanks, bye. (eerie atmospheric music) Laurel, let's get move on. don't wanna be driving at night. (wind blowing heavily) (dramatic piano music) (car starting) Maybe it was just my imagination. You haven't said word this whole trip. You know, you may actually surprise yourself and actually have good time. They have all kinds of flowers there Hank says. Lilies, all kinds of lilies. Maybe even your favorite flower, the calla lily. - The calla lily's not flower. It's bunch of tiny flowers clutched together in single stalk. - Thank you for that piece of information. Actually, when we first got in the car this morning, do you recall smelling something? Actually, like lily? (car starting) (dramatic piano music) - Hey, buddy. - Hank, how are you? - Hey. - Good to see you. - good to see you. - Thanks. Let's go. - what cutie. (laughing) - Hello, Miss Edna. - Hi. - How are you? - Hi, I'm so glad you made it out. - Thank you, thank you. - Laurel, hug. Hi. - Hi. (laughing) - So good to see you, Laurel, how have you been? - Good. - Yeah? You havin' good summer so far? - Yes. - What you been doing to keep yourself busy? - She's, learning how to bind books right now. Just start off kind of small, little pads, but she brought sample for both you guys. - thank you. - neat. - Mr. Powell, how are you? - wrote you poem. Would you like to hear it? - No, not now. - Let me grab the luggage here. - let me help you out there. - Thank you, sir. - Come on, let's go. - All right, guys. - All right, let's go. Powell. (whispering) - Okay. Okay, welcome, welcome. - Your humble abode. - Very nice, my friend, very nice. - It'll do, won't it? - Look at you. - Yeah, this is my brother, Edson. (grunting) Edson, this is Jim. - Pleasure. - Nice to meet you. - This is Jim and his lovely daughter, Laurel, and Laurel lives in the same residence house as Powell. - Hello, young lady. How delightfully pretty you are. If it's okay with you, I'd like to take some pictures of you. don't mean now. After dinner maybe. Would you join me in glass of 20-year-old port? (glasses clinking) - Yeah, sure would. Thank you. (cork popping) - Let me go grab the suitcases here. - hey hey hey hey. Hold on one moment, one moment, whoa. - Jim. What have you done? - sit tight my friends. - Jim, seriously. This is too much. - got one for each of you. (Edna gasping) And this is Laurel's work. So, that's Laurel. Here you go. Powell, for you. And Hank. - Laurel this is so beautiful. - That's Laurel. - Thank you so much. my gosh, what beautiful scent. - Yeah, it's perfect for reminding me what to do every day. Thank you very much, Laurel. - love it. - Powell. - Thank you, Laurel. - You're welcome. - You all done, babe? - Yeah, am. Thank you. - may - no no no, thank you, thank you. Two glasses seems to be my limit and am beginning to feel the effects already. (laughing) Thanks, though. - So you guys wanna hear tomorrow's plans? - Yeah, sure, what do you got? - Well, what do you say to walk in the woods first thing in the morning? Sort of mini-hike or you can call it regular hike if you want to. - Sounds great. Laurel, you up for it? - Will see caribou? - Mmmm, no I'm afraid not. Gotta go bit further north up into Canada if you wanna see caribou. - Will see gazelle? - See, there again, you're in the wrong part of the world for gazelle. They're found in Africa and in eastern parts of Asia. - They have such beautiful eyes. - Have you ever seen gazelle? Like in zoo maybe? - Will see moose? - You know, that's possibility, if you're lucky, of course. But you've gotta be very very careful because they can be very dangerous, especially if you have dog because they mistake it for wolf, which is their natural enemy. - My dad gave me skinny knife for Christmas. could carve our initials in tree. - No! - Listen, sweetheart, it's okay, okay? Powell has no intention of harming the trees. Isn't that right, Powell? - Powell, do you promise not to cut into tree? - Yes. - Well, we could also go bird watching? - yeah. - Yeah, have an extra set of binoculars. Would you like that, Laurel? - Yes. - Great, yeah. You know, we actually have really large variety of birds out here. We even have popinjays, believe. Is that-- - Mother, popinjays are not birds. Popinjays are talkative people, people who talk like parrots, but not parrots themselves. - my gosh, am so sorry. Powell, thank you for correcting me. Yes, believe was thinking about partridge. Partridges, we have tons of those in those part of the woods. - Mmmm. - Now, Laurel, wait until you see what we have for dessert. - stop. It's not big deal. It's just blueberry pie made. - From scratch. - Please, don't get up. If you get up-- - no no no. Totally, don't worry. I'll make sure clear enough for both of us, but thank you, thank you. - Most grateful. - So, Laurel, how is school? - Good. - Yeah? What's your favorite subject? - Spelling. (laughing) - Are you good speller? - Yes. (laughing) - was terrible speller when was your age. - Here you go, guys. - Wow. - Excuse me. Here we go. (door rattling) (eerie atmospheric music) - Who is it? (wind rushing) - what sweet aroma. - Hello? It's an animal, suppose. Something looking for snack. - the aroma's gone. - What aroma? - didn't you smell it minute ago? It smelled like Laurel's-- - No, didn't smell anything. - maybe was just imagining it. Let's get back to dessert. Okay, Edson. Now, don't say no. know how much-- - You know didn't get this by saying no to large portions of pie. (laughing) - Yes. There you go. - - All right. - Why don't we hold off on dessert, 'cause everybody will split up afterwards. While we're all here together, let me take pictures of everybody. - okay. - I'll lead the charge. Let's go. - All right. Okay. - You guys go first. - All right, here we go, Edson. (camera flashing) - I'm in this one, sorry, guys. - All right, Edna sandwich. - All right, here we go, threesome. (laughing) (camera flashing) Nice, get picture of me and my beautiful wife. (kissing) (camera flashing) - Okay, that's enough, that's enough. My turn, my turn. (laughing) (camera flashing) - Aw, beautiful shot. - One more, one more. (camera flashing) - yeah, let her free. All right, serious shot, serious shot. - Okay, serious face. - Here we go, you look pretty... - No smiling. - Here, come here, come here. - All right. (camera flashing) - Nice, all right, now goofy. - All right, and - Ahhhhh. (camera flashing) - Yeah. - Nicely done. That'll look good on the, right by the bed. - No. (camera flashing) (laughing) Got ya. - Uncle Edson, can take pictures of Laurel and me? - Sure, that'd be good. (light orchestral music) Come on, step over here. Right here. Laurel. Thank you. - Look at those two cutie-pies. - Nice. (camera flashing) - Smile. - that'll be lovely. (camera flashing) - Wow, look at Laurel go. - She's natural. (camera flashing) - Try and smile, Powell. - No, he never smiles. - Laurel's little bit too natural there. (camera flashing) (camera flashing) (camera flashing) (eerie atmospheric music) (camera flashing) Okay, Laurel, sweetheart. That's enough for tonight, okay? That's plenty. - Your father may be right. - Thank you very much, Edson, first for taking shots of all of us and really for being so patient with Laurel. appreciate - Not at all. Thank you for allowing me to shoot your adorable daughter. I'll develop these photos tonight and I'll have 'em ready for everybody in the morning. - Great and we look forward to it. Thanks. - If you'll excuse me now, have some pie to eat. - You got it. You were quite rude to Powell, Laurel, just as you were this afternoon when you declined to hear his poem. Do you think now would be the time to hear it? - Yes. - Go ahead, Powell. Let's hear your new poem. - meant only for Laurel to hear it. - Okay, understand. Do you have another poem that you could recite for Laurel and for the rest of us? - The ship was cheered. The harbor was cleared. Merrily did we drop. Below the kirk, below the hill, below the lighthouse top. - My god, did you write that? (laughing) - That's Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Coleridge. - The sun came up upon his left. Out of the sea came he and he shone bright and on the right went down into the sea. And now the storm-blast came and he was tyrannous and strong. He struck with his o'ertaking wings and chased us south along. - Powell, it's very long poem and you've already demonstrated your great oratorical skills, so-- - With sloping masts and dipping prow, as who pursued with yell and blow, still treads the shadow of his foe and forward bends his head, the ship drove fast, loud roared the blast and southward aye we fled. - Powell-- - No no, Hank, please, let him go on. This is magnificent. Go ahead, Powell. - And now there came both mist and snow, and it grew wondrous cold, and ice, mast-high, came floating by as green as emerald. And through the drifts the snowy clifts did send dismal sheen. Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken, the ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, the ice was all around. It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, like noises in swound. - Powell. - Day after day, day after day, we stuck, nor breath nor motion. As idle as painted ship upon painted ocean. Water, water, every where, and all the boards did shrink. Water, water, every where, nor any drop to drink. (group clapping) - That's beautiful. Simply astounding, Powell. - Take bow, son. - Thank you. That was beautiful. (Edna laughing) (crickets chirping) - Could you show me the pictures you took of me? - Gladly. (eerie orchestral music) - like this one best. - You know, could take better pictures of you, if you'd like me to. - You could? - You bet your life. We'd begin by you having seat here on the couch. - If you were my father, would you let me go to the movies by myself? - Why, sure would. - Would you let me go to the supermarket by myself? - Of course, would. - Would you let me buy the kind of jeans like? - Sure, but if you'd like me to take pictures of you, please have seat. Nice. (camera clicking) Very good. Now, if you could pull your hair back little. (camera clicking) Yeah, yeah. Now, pull it up and turn toward that wall. No, no no. Let me show you. I'd like to have it up like this. Bring your head up there. That's it, nice. (camera clicking) Now I'd like to have it flat. (camera clicking) (ominous orchestral music building) No, no, not quite. Let show you. Let it down in the front. Yeah, little shoulder, yeah, okay. There you go. wanna capture you on film, all of you, every beautiful inch. (camera clicking) (door rattling) Hold your horses, I'm coming. Hello? Anybody out there? Is anyone there? (door opening) (wind rushing) (light piano music) - Jesus, Laurel. my god, you frightened me. - Will have my own binoculars? - Yes, of course. can get 'em for you now if you'd like. - Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well last night? - Yes. - Were you cold at all? - No. - Laurel, would you please look at me? - found the binoculars. - Thank you. - You're very welcome. by the way, Hank's upstairs showering, so either of you, if you need shower, it's gonna be about 15 minutes for the water to heat up again. - I'm okay to rough it, so no shower for this guy. Laurel, sweetheart, did you wanna shower? - Yes. - Okay. - Edna, did you wanna go first? - no no no. already had my shower. Where's Edson? He's usually the first one down. - haven't seen him. - Morning, everybody. - Morning. - Did you guys sleep well? - Yeah, real good, thank you. - Yeah? How 'bout you, Laurel? How'd big city girl feel about listening to the sounds made by the creatures of the night? (laughing) Where's my brother? - he hasn't come down yet. - that's odd. Usually doesn't even bother going up. well, we'll give him his own sweet time. - What about Powell? Is he late riser, or-- - Sometimes he likes to sleep in. And there he is. Good morning, young man. - Good morning, Powell. - Good morning, Laurel. - Good morning. - Did you sleep well? - Where you going, Laurel? - To shower. - Don't you think you should stick around for Edson to come down, so we can all have some breakfast together? - I'm going to shower. - All right, so what's it gonna be? We gonna wait for Edson or start breakfast without him? - What about Laurel? - I'm afraid don't know how long Laurel will take, so-- (laughing) - Well, we'll give 'em few more minutes. In the meantime, I'm gonna make some coffee. - yes. - Thank you. - don't wanna wait. I'm hungry. (eerie atmospheric music) - Then guess we could-- - You know what? I'm going to start breakfast and first come, first serve. Scrambled eggs and pancakes? - Sounds great. - Sounds great, thank you. - Okay, so I'll make the coffee. You go up and look for Edson. - Okay. - Okay. (door knocking) - Edson. (door knocking) Edson. (shower running) Edson? - And how are you, Powell? - Have you ever gone hunting, sir? - Have gone hunting? Yes, actually lot with your father, along with fishing-- - Juice, Powell? - Yes, mommy. - Orange or apple? - Orange. - Edson's not upstairs. - All right, so maybe, don't know, maybe he went out. - suppose so, but that's not like him. - mean it's the most logical alternative. - guess so. - Did you find Edson? - No, he's not upstairs. - maybe he went out. - It seems that way. - god, the eggs, they're gonna burn. - You know what? I'm gonna go check outside. - Hey hey hey hey. You want me to go with you? don't-- - No, I'll be okay. Thank you. (door opening) - Hey, Edson! (eerie atmospheric music) Edson! - Smells good. - - May have another, mommy? - Yes, of course, sweetheart. - Edson! Edson! (door creaking) Edson! (chain clicking) Edson! (heavy breathing) You know, don't mind telling you, am really concerned about Edson. - Well, mean, wouldn't be too worried about it. Wherever he went, he took his camera with him. - Yeah, but what the hell's he gonna take pictures of? He's portrait photographer. He's never shown any interest in outdoor life. - Well, there's first time for everything. - Well-- - Are these the pictures Edson took of me? - No no no no no no. Sorry, Edson doesn't like for any of his stuff being touched, okay? I'm very very sorry for having spoken so harshly. Will you please forgive me? Edna, you were up early. Did you hear anything? - What do you mean hear anything? - Well, did, I'm thinking, maybe he called the hospital in the middle of the night. Maybe he got sick. - can't imagine. mean, surely somebody would've heard. you know what? Just call the hospital. What have you got to lose? - You know, don't dissuade him, but there's no way. We would've heard something for sure. (phone clicking) (sighing) - Hi, Sally, can have Lone Pine Hospital, please? Thanks. Admissions, please. - wouldn't worry. He's been taking some walks lately, not far, but... - Hi, my name's Hank McGlennon. Did you receive patient during the night by the name of Edson McGlennon? Yeah, he's my brother. (sighing) Okay, thanks for taking the trouble. (phone hanging up) You know, you're probably right. mean he's probably out in the woods taking pictures. Where else is he gonna be, right? - Right. - He's probably lost. You know, last night we agreed on hike. Why not just turn the hike into an Edson search party? - don't wanna go. - Why in the world not? You agreed on hike. What difference does it make if we look for Edson at the same time? You know, I'm sorry. For god's sake, if you lost puppy, wouldn't you wanna go look for it? Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you, Laurel? I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry. - Fine. - Okay, but why don't we have breakfast first? Then we'll go. Sound good? - Yeah, that's good idea. - How's Laurel doing in school. - She's doing well. Thank you. Actually, real well the past six months. I've actually been talking to her teacher about re-level if that would come up. She's put the work in, which I'm proud of her for. - Aw, good girl. - Yeah, so it's been great. - Good girl. - Yeah. Powell? - Hang on second. - What about going off in different directions? We'll definitely cover more ground that way. - Well, right now we're looking for Edson. If we go off in different directions, we're gonna be looking for each other. Really easy to get lost out here, so let's just stay together. - Okay okay okay. Lead the way, go ahead. - All right, come on, guys, let's go. - Let's go. Stay together. Come on, you guys coming? - Let's go. - Come on, slow-poke. - Guys, watch the branches. - There's no way he walked this far. - know. You're probably right, honey, but gotta check, just to make sure. - Yeah, he's right. We gotta check. - Careful not to roll your sleeves up. There's million ticks out here. You get the other one? - Yeah, got it. - Okay. - All right. - Edson! - Edson! - Come on, guys, let's go. Laurel, Powell, you're lagging behind. Come on, guys. (clapping) Keep up, keep up, keep up. Edson! Edson! - Edson! - It's an awful long way, Hank. - know. You're right, but there's just something. Edson! - hey sweetie. That's spot right there. - you're right. With the coyotes, right? - my god. An entire family of coyotes. Powell was beside himself. - Powell loved it. - Weren't you, Powell? - Right, Powell? - great. Powell? - Laurel? - Powell! Damn it. saw 'em just minute ago. This is great. Now we gotta go lookin' for them. Powell! - Powell! - Laurel! Come on, guys. - Edson, Powell, Laurel! Where are you? - All right, calm down. - Come on, guys. Let's go, Laurel, Powell, where are you guys? Come on. (ominous orchestral music) - Hey, come on down outta there. You're gonna fall and hurt yourself. - What are you doing up there, little lady? - What's your name? - Laurel. - What are you doing way out here? - I'm running away from my father. (laughing) - Little girls shouldn't run away from their fathers, especially out here to the woods. It's very dangerous. - I'm not afraid. - Where do you live? - live in home with other people like myself. - And what about your mother? Where's she? - don't know. - You don't know. Is she dead? - Are any caribou out here? (laughing) - You'd have to go much further north, up to Canada. - Will see any gazelles? - don't think there are any gazelles in the vicinity. - Do you have boyfriend, sweetie? - No. - Have you ever had boyfriend? - Will, you better knock it off. - Stay out of this. Did any boy ever fool around with ya, like in the movies? Or some place dark like that? - Willy, you gotta knock it off. - How would you like me for boyfriend. - Willy, don't mess with her. mean it. She's just kid and you know, she's little-- - told you, stay out of this. You know how to make man feel good? - know how to make my father feel good. - yeah? How? - massage the back of his neck. - And how else? - massage the back of his neck. - You already said that. - How else do you make man feel good. - Willy, I'm warning you for the last time. mean it. - No, I'm warning you for the last time. Stay out of this. You know what I'm gonna show you, Laurel? - What? - Come down here, sweetie. (eerie orchestral music) I'm gonna show you another way to make man feel good. Now, come here, little girl, or should say little lady. (wind rushing) What the hell? Jesus Christ. (screaming) Tod! Tod, Tod! Tod, Tod! (bones cracking) (eerie orchestral music) - Laurel! - Come on, Laurel! Come on, guys. - Edson. - Laurel, Powell, Edson! - Edson. - Powell. - my god. Jesus Christ. - Powell. Powell. - Damn it. Where the hell have you been? mean, what were you thinking, Laurel? Where were you and Powell? - Hey hey. - What the hell were you thinking? - Be good with her. - You know what? Fine, fine, fine, fine. - You should know better than to separate yourselves from us. Remember last year, how terrified you got? We spent hours trying to find you? god. Okay, now let's stay together. No more wandering off by yourselves. Is that understood? - Yes, father. - Okay. I'm sorry. - I'm sorry, I'm sorry. (wind rushing) Whoa. - my god, my god. Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah. Edna Edna Edna, really, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine. - What happened, is it okay? Let me look at it. - Edna, please, I'm fine, all right? - What happened? Did you lose your balance? - don't know. really don't know. It's fine. - Maybe we should think about getting back. - Edna, mean, this doesn't change anything. I'm staying out here. - I'm fine. I'll stay out here with you, it's fine. - I'll be all right. - All right. All right, you sure? - Yeah, I'll find him. - Great, all right. You're on your own, buddy. - Okay. - Let's go, guys. Let's go, let's go, come on. Head out here. - Are you sure you're fine. - I'm fine. Thank you, though. - All right. - Edson! - Would you like me to put up some tea or coffee. - No, thanks. I'm fine. - How's your leg? - it's, it's okay. - Just okay? - No, really, I'm fine. The leg's fine. (sighing) - No, no, Jim. Not here, not now. - I'm sorry. know shouldn't have tried. It's just what you might call seizing the moment. - No, I'm sorry too. It's just that, can't seem to put it into words. I'm feeling something, something, damn it. don't know what I'm trying to say. - Have your feelings changed for me, Edna? Is that what this is? mean... - I'm hungry, mommy. (thunder crashing) (dramatic orchestral music) - It wouldn't hurt if you had something to eat. - No, food's the last thing on my mind. (rain falling) Yeah, we shouldn't have let Hank stay out there. He'll get lost and he doesn't have protection from the rain. Hey, where you going? - To get my raincoat, Edna. need flashlight. - Jim, no no. This is madness. (door opening and closing) (heavy breathing) - (dramatic orchestral music) - I'm calling the sheriff. - Did you explain everything to the sheriff. - All that could remember. - Where the hell's she gonna find volunteers to run in night like this? - come on. You know how the auxiliary police and firemen are. That type of adventure is right up their alley. - You seem to be taking this kind of lightly, Edna. Edson's my brother. care very much about him. - I'm not taking it lightly. It's just that we're all helpless to do anything about it. - My brother hates the outdoors. - Don't ask my why, but have feeling that Edson will suddenly show up with the wildest of excuses. - hope to God you're right. - no no no no. - no no. Yeah, that is not allowed. Artemis is proper name. (laughing) - Sometimes Artemis simply means hunter. - come on, Hank. You just made that up. - Powell, isn't Artemis another name for hunter? - Artemis is the protector of innocent women. - she couldn't be that innocent. She is the mother of Wonder Woman, isn't she? (thunder crashing) - It doesn't matter. I'm not interested in continuing. Head's not really in the game, you know? - Honey, just keep playing. It'll keep your mind off things. - Where the hell could he be? Where the hell could he have gone to? (thunder crashing) (rain falling) (yawning) - Maybe we should all get some sleep. It's almost two o'clock. (door knocking) - Hello, Hank. - - Hi, Erin. - Edna and you sir. - Jim Wannell. - Erin Cory. I'd have called instead of coming over at this ungodly hour, but the storm had knocked out most of the phone lines in this area. - It's, it's not good news. - No, I'm afraid not. Your brother was found less than an hour ago in ravine, dead. - Dead? - Yes. - In ravine? What ravine? - The one near the waterfall. - By the waterfall? That's over an hour away. That's at least mile. - That's where we found him. - Edson couldn't walk city block without pausing to rest. He suffered from pulmonary fibrosus. How could he have gotten that far from here. - We don't know. - Hello. - Well, hello, young lady. - Laurel, there's been tragedy. They found hank's brother. He's dead. - Okay, what happened to my brother? Was it heart attack or something? - No, he was severely injured. It was as if someone or something tore at his body with twigs and branches. His face was ripped to shreds beyond recognition. - This is unbelievable. You say someone or something. You must mean an animal, bear. bear is the only thing that could've dragged my brother that far. - They weren't the types of wounds that an animal makes. They were entirely abrasive. There were no deep bites or cuts, just superficial lacerations, but deep enough to totally disfigure his face. We were only able to identify him using his driver's license and credit cards. - But how could he have gotten that far? How could someone have dragged him that far? The guy weighed ton. - The rain washed away all traces of tracks that may have answered some of those questions. Now, tell me again, Edna. You say the last time you saw him was when you wall went upstairs to sleep? You left Edson sitting on the couch? - Yeah, just as told you on the phone. mean, who would do something like this to Edson? Who would even want to? - It's mystery to us too. What deepens the mystery is that another man's body was discovered not far from where your brother was found. - You say another man's body was found near Edson? - In the same condition, disfigured the same way, hunter. - Well then, an animal, or some maniac is on the loose. This, whatever it was, it wasn't just after Edson. - Well, we tried to get some information from the man he was hunting with, but all he kept saying was that the man we found dead, flew away. - What do you mean flew away? - That's what he kept saying over and over again. He was completely incoherent. He's scheduled to see our forensic psychiatrist in the morning. - This is crazy. - Yes, he did mention that there was girl involved, young girl. (thunder rumbling) - How involved? - Well, from what the friend described, the dead man was on the verge of molesting this girl when he was yanked away, as he put it, flew off into the woods. - This is getting crazier by the minute. - It certainly seems that way. - Were you out in the woods all night? - Yes, dear, up until just few minutes ago. - In the rain? - Yes, in the rain. - Did you see any moose? - No, dear. didn't see any moose. - They come out more at night because they're less afraid. (thunder crashing) You shouldn't walk in the woods with dog because moose might think it's wolf and attack it. - No one's told me your name, sweetheart. - It's Laurel. - what lovely name. - My mommy named me after the tree. - Did you have nice time hiking in the woods today? - Hank's brother doesn't like it when you touch his stuff. - Did you wander off by yourself at any time? - You have to go far north in order to see caribou, maybe even as far as Canada. - We were together all the time, although there may have been moments when we weren't all within in sight of one another. - Well, we'll know more tomorrow when all of you come down to my office. The man we have in custody may be able to give us more information about the girl. - Yeah. - Well, goodnight. I'm sorry about your brother. - Me too. They found Uncle Edson. It was in the woods, about mile from here. He's dead. (thunder crashing) - What'd you just pick up? - Nothing. - What are you holding behind your back? - Nothing. - Let me see what you have. - No. - Let me see what you have. - No. - don't suppose you'll tell me why you wanted this roll of film so badly. - yeah, think developing it is pretty good idea. (thunder crashing) - How did you let Edson take these disgusting pictures of you? How could you allow Edson to-- - Jim, if you don't mind. need to talk to Laurel. need to know about the events preceding my brother's death. - You know what? You're right, absolutely. I'm sorry, go ahead. - You tell me what happened last night. Laurel, please, need to know what happened last night to Edson. What happened to him? - Please, Laurel, what happened last night? - He took pictures of me. - Yes, dear. We know he took pictures of you. What happened after he took pictures of you. - He went out. - He went out? - Why did he go out? - Someone was knocking. - And who was it? - Who was it, dear? - Asked you who it was, goddamn it. - Take it easy on her, Hank. - Take it easy? Hey, won't take it easy. Somebody killed my brother. She knows who it was. - No no no, she doesn't know, all right? - She knows something. - Sweetheart, try to answer our questions, okay? Just try. - Okay, I'm gonna ask you one last time. Who was it who was knocking at the door? What about the man in the woods, the one who described girl being present when his friend was killed? Were you that girl? (thunder crashing) Powell, what about you? Were you walking in the woods with Laurel when you were separated from us? - Yes. - All right, what were you doing? - was watching. - You were watching. What were you watching? - was watching Laurel sitting in tree. - Powell, have you been bad boy? - No, father. have not been bad boy. I'm good boy. I've always been good boy. - know that. (kissing) know that. Something very bad is going on here. It's just downright unnatural, evil. - Honey, there's probably very logical explanation to what has happened. Don't take it out on the children. - Laurel knows what's going on. She might even be responsible for what happened. - Hank, you know what you're saying here? - Two men who were killed, they were both trying to take advantage of Laurel and now they're both dead. - Okay, so you think my daughter is the one that dragged Edson into the woods and deposited his body mile away in the middle of storm. Is that what you're thinking? - No, I'm not saying that know how it was done or even who did it. All I'm saying is that she knows. - We're talking about something that may not be human, all right? - Hey, don't you care whatever it is, human or not, she's part of it? It's protecting her. - It's Artemis protecting Laurel against those who worship Dionysius. - Powell, shut up. This is not the time for such nonsense. - Do you smell that? - Smell what? - It's lilies. - Yes, lilies. That's exactly what it is. - don't give damn what it is. - Listen, she's the one. She's responsible for this mess and somehow, she's responsible for the deaths of two men. - Hank, you are going too far with this. She is just child. - child. No child. There is something, god there's something-- - It's coming from the direction of the door. can smell it from here. - Stop it with the goddamn aroma. I'm trying to get to the bottom of something here. She, she killed-- - Hank, Hank. Do not say something you will regret. - All right. All right. We're gonna get all the answers we want tomorrow when we go and talk to the sheriff. One of the hunters is gonna be there and is he gonna identify you. - No. - No, what? - No, won't go. - you're gonna go if gotta drag you there myself. - No no, won't go, won't go. (dramatic orchestral music) - Laurel, sweetie, come here, come here, come here. It's okay, it's okay. It's okay. - God, wish you would leave, both of you. - Hank! - Everything was fine until they came and now, don't know how, don't know why, but my brother is dead, and just get out. - We are in the middle of ferocious storm. - No no no no, no no. Hank's right. We need to leave now. - No, this is insane. It is treacherous out there. The lines are down, the trees are probably blocking the road. Hank, please. - Hank's right. We need to go. - Jim, (eerie atmospheric music) Please stay. (door rattling) Erin must be back. - Hey, hey, don't open the door. Please, don't open the door. (growling) (screaming) (door slamming) (crying) - my god. What was it? - wish knew. - What was it that pulled him out of the cabin that way? - wish knew. - Has the world gone crazy? - It seems so. - What is happening? (electricity buzzing) (door rattling) What do you want from us? (eerie atmospheric music) What have we done to you? Who are you? (crying) What are you? It's the wind and the rain, nothing more. Tell me it's nothing more. Tell me that Hank was pulled out by tornado or hurricane, tell me. (crying) Why, whatever it is, doesn't it just break down the door? - Because Janus, the god of portals, protects those within. - Stop talking like that, Powell. Please, for the last time, stop it, stop it. What do we do, just wait till it starts again? This is what happened to Edson and that poor man in the woods? - Wasn't poor man. Was doing bad things to Laurel, just like Uncle Edson was. - But why your father? What did he do to Laurel. Why did she need to be protected from him? No. That's it. I'm gonna wake up from this. I'm gonna wake up from this. This is just bad dream. (lightning crashing) (electricity buzzing) (screaming) (crying) (electricity buzzing) Stop looking at me. Powell, said stop looking at me. Why are you looking at me like that. - Your mother and weren't doing anything wrong. We love each other very, very much, since the two of you were children. And you're old enough to know what's going on. And you love my daughter very much, so you must know what it's like to love someone. - Cupid draws on his quiver different kinds of arrows. One golden and shining and gleaming causes love, the other blunt and tipped with lead, drives love away. The shining and golden arrow pierced my bones, but the blunt one Cupid used on Laurel. - Wait, where are you going? Don't leave me alone. - I've gotta get the candles for when the lights go out, all right? - No, I'm coming with you. (eerie atmospheric music) (thunder rumbling) - Jim? - Yes. - When Hank went to open the door, you warned him not to open it. - Yeah. - Why were you so determined not to let him? Why were you so vehemently against it? You knew, didn't you, what was gonna happen? - didn't know for sure, no. - But you knew something bad was out there. (door rattling) (screaming) (thunder crashing) my god. - It's all right, it's all right. - Hold me, Jim. - It's okay. - And the lilies are back. can smell them from here. (crying) (door rattling) (muffled crying) Aren't you even aware of the danger that's threatening us? mean, how can you just sit there like that? (door rattling) - No, no. They're not in danger, Edna. They're neither of the ones this thing is after. Isn't that right, Powell? - Artemis protects chosen women against those who would threaten their innocence and purity. - How do we threaten her innocence? love Laurel as if she were my own child. - Apparently this force out in the woods-- - Artemis. - Sees you and as corruptible sinners not fit to care for Laurel. Our love for one another is not corruptible. It's pure, it's noble. - We were both struck by Cupid's gleaming golden arrow. Whose fault is it, but the gods that Jim and fell so madly in love? (thunder crashing) (door rattling) (gasping and crying) (ominous orchestral music) - Listen, tried to be honest with Laurel's mother, but admitting to her how deeply in love was with Edna. tried. didn't know how she'd take it. tried. (door rattling) (screaming) - Please, make it stop. Please, make it stop, make it go away, Powell. Make it go away. - don't have the authority to do that, mommy. (crying) - What about you, Laurel? Can you make it go away, please? (door rattling) (thunder crashing) Go away! Go away! We haven't done anything wrong. (eerie atmospheric music) - They'll show no mercy. Look at your son's eyes. - What Jim and did can not be undone. Are we to be doomed for that? What shall say to your precious goddess? Shall pray for forgiveness? Shall tell her we never meant to violate the order of nature, that we were only trying to follow the order of hearts? (crying) Recite the final lines of The Ancient Mariner. Stand up and recite the lines. (eerie atmospheric music) He prayeth best, who loveth best all things both great and small. - For the dear God who loveth us. - He made and loveth all. He prayeth best, who loveth best, both man and bird and beast. (door rattling) (thunder crashing) (thunder crashing) (rain falling) (eerie atmospheric music rising) (light orchestral music) Her limbs grew numb and heavy. Her skin was closed with delicate bark. Her hair turned into leaves. Her feet were rooted and her head became treetop. And she stood among the trees the way princess stands among her maidens. - Is that the end of your story, Powell? - Come on, buddy. It's time to go. - think you need some help. - Please, sir. Return to your seat. - That was one hell of story the kid just told. - Yeah, he's got quite an imagination. - That was his way of telling us the truth. - The truth? There was no next day. It all happened the night the guy and the daughter got there. There was no walk in the woods. There's no Lorenvale Forest. - And there was no sheriff. - What do you think was the gist of Powell's story, detectives? - would say it's all about this, this goddess, what's her name? - Artemis. - Yeah, about Artemis protecting Laurel from the scum that's floating around, the sexual predators of the world. - Yes, that's precisely the story that Powell so brilliantly etched, charging each of his victims with sexual proclivity that imperiled the safety of Laurel and transformed his own murderous activity to the goddess and her help-mates, the trees, thereby absolving him of all blame. - Let me get this straight, doc. Powell killed each of them because he felt they were sexual predators that put Laurel in danger. - Powell's story may not have begun that way, but by the end, that is where it evolved. Powell witnessed Edson compromising Laurel, so he stabs him and feels quite good about it, feels what he did was correct. But then he starts to worry. What if dad does not understand the nobility of his deed? What if he sees him as bad boy? - bad boy? - In my interview with his neighbors, learned that Powell was extremely fearful of what his father thought of him. So much so that if his father even glanced at him, disapprovingly, Powell would brood for months. So, here he is, sitting next to the man he has just murdered, when who comes down? His mother. She will surely tell dad. So he charges over to the stairs and plunges the knife into her. - His own mother? - So, he kills his mother because he's afraid she'll tell dad. - It gets even more complicated. In Powell's mind, he might've gotten his dad's approval for killing Edson, but now, he surely will not get his approval for killing Edna, his own mother, his father's wife. So, rather than face his father's severe rebuke, Powell decides he must kill Jim, who will surely reveal what he had done. And finally, logic itself dictates, that rather than face his father's displeasure, he too must die. - Let's get back to Powell's mother. Didn't he stop to think for moment that killing her would-- - Powell is not able to stop and think. All he knows is impulse and compulsion. He's incapable of evaluating the consequences of the actions that he took. He always acted to protect himself. That always came first. - So, why all of sudden did he go on this murderous rampage? - He never before had been so driven by such desperation. - The girl. - And after that first killing, the others were easy, almost natural. - don't know, doc. Some of this makes sense, but you're leaving out one important thing, the girl herself. If he killed the others to protect her, why kill her too? Was it an act of passion, desire, lust? - Powell was too helplessly repressed to act out of sexual motivation. To him, sex was demeaning, impure, tawdry. And he naturally assumed that Laurel felt that way too. - That still doesn't explain why he killed her. - He killed her because she could not fulfill him. She only caused him unbearable pain. - Can we get to Willy? Why'd he kill Willy? - Willy and Tod were hunters. Hunting season had just begun. (ominous orchestral music) From what understand, it's customary for hunters to go ask permission to hunt on private property. (ominous orchestral music rising) Fortunately, he was able to outrun Powell and report to the police. - Now, what's with this tree stuff? - Powell needed someone or something to assume the role of executioner, so having been steeped in poetry, folklore, mythology, he called to mind the old myth of Apollo chasing Daphne through the woods to have his way with her, when, to save her, her father, lesser god, turns her into tree, laurel tree. And this tree, in Powell's mind, becomes the vengeful destroyer of all who would abuse the innocent. - What about Laurel's mother? How come she didn't come up with Laurel and her husband? - The mother killed herself when Laurel was six years old, bottle of sleeping pills. It was Laurel who discovered her mother, hair perfectly done, full makeup, in white gown, stretched out on her bed, calla lilies strewn around her. - Brrr, this is getting weirder by the minute. What about the sheriff in Powell's story? - Erin Cory. As sheriff, she enforces the law, which punishes evil-doers. Kore is the name of one of the wives of Hades, the god of the underworld and Erin is short for Erinyes, the spirit of Hades, whose function is to torment the wicked dead, much like Satan. - Say, doc, how do you know so much about these Greek fairytales? - You might say that it's an abiding interest of mine. And after all, did not go to Yale for nothing, you know? - But, just one more question, doc, if you don't mind. Why didn't Powell use the knife to kill Laurel, as he killed the others. Why did he strangle her? - So he could accomplish in death that which he could not accomplish while she was alive, to touch her. (dramatic orchestral music) (ominous orchestral music)