Now, that really makes sense. Poor Hutch.
What's with the chain?
What's the matter?
- You all right? - I'm fine.
Thank you.
- How was the funeral? - OK.
I got the shirt that was in the New Yorker.
I got that shirt that was in the New Yorker.
That's nice. Do you know who Roman really is?
- What do you mean? - Adrian Marcato's son.
- What? - Come here.
I want to show you something.
Roman Castevet is Steven Marcato rearranged.
It's from Hutch.
Look.
And look here. There he is when he was 13. See the eyes?
- Coincidence. - In the same house? And look here.
"Soon after that in August, 1886, his son Steven was born."
1886, got it? That makes him 79 now. No coincidence.
No, I guess not. He's Steven Marcato, all right. Poor old geezer.
With a crazy father like that, no wonder he switched his name around.
- You don't think he's the same? - What do you mean, a witch?
Ro, are you kidding? Ro, honey.
His father was a martyr to it. Do you know how he died?
Honey, it's 1966.
This was published in 1933. There were covens in Europe.
That's their name, the congregation.
Covens in Europe, America, Australia and one right here.
The parties with the singing and the flute and the chanting,
- Those are Sabbaths. - Don't get excited.
Read what they do. They use blood in their rituals.
And the most powerful is baby's blood.
- They use the flesh, too. - For God's sakes!
They're not entering this apartment again or coming near the baby.
They're old people with old friends!
Dr Shand happens to play the recorder!
I'm not taking any chances. We'll sublet, move out.
We are not. We'll talk about it later.
I don't think you ought to read any more of that.
- Just this last chapter. - Not today.
Look. Your hands are shaking. Come on. Give it to me.
I mean it, now. Give it to me.
Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic.
- What was the name? Marchado? - Marcato.
- He said his father was an importer. - He told Guy he was a producer.
I understand how disturbed you must be with him for a neighbour.
I don't want anything more to do with him, or Minnie.
- I can't take the slightest chance. - Any mother would feel the same.
Is there any chance that Minnie put something harmful in those drinks,
or in those little cakes?
No, I'd have seen evidence long ago.
I won't take anything else from them.
I can give you some pills that'll be adequate these last few weeks.
In a way, this may be the answer to Minnie and Roman's problem, too.
- What do you mean? - Roman's very ill.
Confidentially, he has no more than a month or two left.
He wanted to visit his favourite cities.
They didn't want to offend you by leaving before the birth.
I'm sorry to hear that.
He'd be extremely embarrassed if he knew you found out.
Suppose we do this. I'll tell him to leave on Sunday.
I'll say I spoke to you.
- Will they leave on Sunday? - I'll see to it.
Our thoughts are gonna be with you till you're all happy and thin again,
your sweet little boy or girl laying safely in your arms.
- Thanks for everything. - Make Guy send us lots of pictures.
I will.
I won't wish you luck because you won't need it.
You'll have a happy life.
Have a good trip and come back safely.
Perhaps. But I may stay in Dubrovnik or Pescara, or maybe Majorca.
- We shall see, we shall see. - Come back.
- Bye, Minnie. - Yeah.
Goodbye, Roman. Bye-bye. Take care.
- Kennedy Airport, Pan Am Building. - Bye, Minnie. Bye, Roman.
Oh, boy.
Where's my book?
- I put it in the garbage. - What?
I didn't want you upsetting yourself.
Guy, Hutch gave me that book. He left it to me.
- I wasn't thinking of that. - That's terrible.
I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking about Hutch.
Watch out, lady!
"In some cults, it was believed
"that a personal possession of the victim was necessary
"and spells cannot be cast without one of the victim's belongings."
- Is this Donald Baumgart? - That's right.
This is Rosemary Woodhouse, Guy Woodhouse's wife.
- Oh, yes! - I want to know...
You must be a happy lady, living in the Bram...
- I wanted to know how you are. - Well, bless your heart.
Guy Woodhouse's wife, huh?
Well, I'm splendid. I've only broke six glasses today.
Guy and I are both very unhappy
that he got his break because of your misfortune.
What the hell. That's the way it goes, right?
I'm sorry I didn't come along that day he came to visit you.
Visit? No... You mean the day we met for drinks?
Yes, that's what I meant.
By the way, he has something of yours, you know.
What do you mean?
- Don't you know? - No.
Didn't you miss anything that day?
- You don't mean my tie, do you? - Yes.
Well, he's got mine, and I've got his.
- He can have it back. - I'm sorry...
Doesn't matter to me now what colour tie I wear.
- I thought he'd only borrowed it. - No, no. It was a trade.
- Or... do you think he stole it? - I have to hang up now.
I just wanted to know if there'd been any improvement.
No, there isn't. It was nice of you to call.
- You aren't in labour? - No, but I have to see the doctor.
But he has to leave at five, and there is Mrs Byron.
- I'm sure he'll see you. Sit down. - Thank you.
- How is it out there? - Awful. 94.
See you next week. Make an appointment.
I will.
- You're due any day, aren't you? - Tuesday.
Smart to get it over with before August.
Mrs Byron? He'll see you right after.
Well, let's see... July the 10th?
- What time? - Four o'clock? All right.
- Bye-bye. Good luck. - Thank you.
That smells nice. What is it?
Oh, my... It's called Detchema.
It's better than your regular, if you don't mind my saying.
That was a good luck charm. I threw it away.
Good. Maybe the doctor will follow your example.
- Dr Sapirstein? - Yes. The aftershave.
But it isn't, is it? I don't think he has a good luck charm.
Anyway, he has the same smell once in a while. And when he does...
- Haven't you ever noticed? - No.
Maybe you thought it was your own you were smelling.
What is it, a chemical thing?
Will you excuse me a moment, please? My husband is waiting outside.
I have to go and tell him something. I'll be back.
- Dr Hill's office. - Dr Hill, please.
This is his answering service. Would you like to leave a message?
Yes. My name is Rosemary Woodhouse.
Woodhouse. Would you ask him to call me back right away, please?
My number is 475-2598.
It's an emergency. I'm in a phone booth.
All right.
Quickly, please, Dr Hill, call me.
Oh, really? Did he really say that? He didn't say that?
What else was it that he said?
That's wonderful. That's wonder... That's marvellous.
Yes. Dr Hill?
- Is it Rosemary Woodhouse? - Yes.
- Are you Dr Hill's patient? - No.
Yes. I mean, well, I've seen him once.
Please tell him he has to speak to me. It's important.
- Tell him to call me, hm? - All right.
Thank you.
All of them. All of them.
All in it together. All of them. All of them witches.
Don't worry, little Andy or Jenny,
I'll kill them before I let them touch you.
- Yes. Dr... - Mrs Woodhouse?
Yes! Thank you, thank you for calling me.
I thought you were in California.
No. I've been to another doctor, and he isn't good, Dr Hill.
He's been lying to me and giving me unusual kinds of drinks and capsules.
The baby's due on Tuesday. Remember you told me June 28th?
- I want you to deliver it. - Mrs Woodhouse...
Please, let me talk to you. Let me explain what's been going on.
I can't stay too long here. They'll be coming, looking for me.
Dr Hill, there's a plot... I know that sounds crazy.
You're probably thinking, "This girl has flipped,"
but I haven't flipped, Dr Hill, I swear, by all the saints.
There are plots against people, aren't there?
- I suppose there are. - There's one against me and my baby.
- Come see me tomorrow after five. - Now! Right now.
Mrs Woodhouse, I'm home. I've been up since yesterday morning...
I beg you. I beg you.
I can't stay here.
- My office at eight o'clock. - Thank you!
- Oh, wait! Dr Hill? - Yes?
- My husband may call you... - I'm not gonna speak to anyone.
- I'm gonna take a nap. - Thank you.
Keep the change.
Driver, please, could you wait and watch until I'm inside the door?
He lied. He said we were going to Hollywood.
The worst thing is he's involved.
He sleeps in pyjamas now. He never used to.
He's probably hiding a mark.
They give you marks when you join... all sorts of rituals.
They hold Sabbaths there. You could hear them.
Guy, my husband, said it was Dr Shand,
one of them playing a recorder.
Now, how did he know it was Dr Shand unless he was there with them?
They're very clever people.
They planned everything from the beginning.
They probably made some deal with Guy.
They gave him success,
and he promised them our baby to use in their rituals.
I know this sounds crazy, but I've got books here. Look.
There was another actor like him, Donald Baumgart,
they put a spell on him and made him blind so Guy could get his part.
Look, here.
I had this friend, Edward Hutchins, a writer.
He wrote stories for boys.
He was my good friend since I first came to New York.
- May I keep this? - Yes, please.
And, look. Anyway, once Mr Hutchins came to visit me...
It was the time I was having this pain, Doctor.
I was suffering so... You can't imagine how much I was suffering,
and they wouldn't help me.
They were giving me a drink with tannis root in it.
Also witches' stuff, tannis root.
Hutch came and immediately saw something was wrong.
He knew about witches.
Guy rushed in with his makeup on, which he never did.
They probably called him to come home and steal one of Hutch's belongings.
He took his glove and they put a spell on him, too.
Put him in a coma. Three months later he died.
Maybe all this is coincidence, but one thing is for sure,
they have a coven and want my baby.
Certainly seems that way.
I was afraid you wouldn't believe me.
I don't believe in witchcraft,
but there are plenty of crazy people in this city.
- The doctor's name is Shand? - No, Dr Shand is one of them.
- The doctor's name is Sapirstein. - Abraham Sapirstein?
- Yeah. Do you know him? - I've met him once or twice.
To look at him, you'd never think...
No, you wouldn't. Not in a million years.
Would you like to go into Mount Sinai now, this evening?
I would love to. Would that be possible?
It's difficult, but we'll try.
I want you to lie down and get some rest.
Thanks. Anything they've got, even a broom closet would be fine.
I hope we can do better than that.
I'll see what I can do, then I'll check you over.
Should I undress now?
No. It'll take about a half hour. You just lie down, rest.
God bless Dr Hill.
Everything's going to be OK now, Andy or Jenny.
We're going to be in a nice, clean hospital with no visitors.
Monsters.
Unspeakable. Unspeakable.
I was sleeping.
Come with us quietly, Rosemary. Don't argue or make a scene.
If you say anything more about witches
we'll take you to a mental hospital.
You don't want that, do you? So put your shoes on.
We just want to take you home. No one's going to hurt you.
Or the baby. Put your shoes on.
She's fine now.
- We're going to go home and rest. - That's all it takes.
- Thank you, Doctor. - Glad I could help, sir.
It's a shame you had to come here.
Good evening, Mrs Woodhouse.
Mrs Woodhouse! Mrs Woodhouse!
- Come on, open up, Ro. - Go to hell!
- Come on, honey. - You promised them the baby!
I didn't promise them anything!
- Rosemary, you're... - You, too!
- Elise? - Mrs Dunstan is out.
- Who is this? - The babysitter.
- Where is she? - At the movies.
This is Rosemary. Ask her to call me when she gets home.
It's terribly urgent. Don't forget.
- Don't worry. I'll tell her. - Thank you.
- We don't want to hurt you, Ro. - We're your friends, Rosemary.
There's nothing to be afraid of. Honest there isn't.
- This is just a mild sedative. - I wouldn't let anyone...
Help me!
- Ro, baby. - Somebody help me!
Wait a minute. Wait a minute now.
- We're in labour here. - Here?
You'll be all right, baby. You're going to be perfectly all right.
There were supposed to be doctors, hospitals!
Everything clean and sterile!
Hello? She isn't here, Elise.
Andy... Andy or Jenny...
I'm sorry, my little darling. Forgive me.
Hi.
- Is it all right? - Yes, it's fine.
- What is it? - A boy.
Really? A boy?
- And it's all right? - Yes.
- Where is it? - My goodness!
Gee, what a start you gave me. My goodness.
- The baby, where is it? - You wait here one minute.
- Where's my baby? - I'll go find Dr Abe. Just wait.
Where's the baby?
- Where is it? - Honey...
There were complications, but nothing that will affect future births.
- It's... - Dead. It was in the wrong position.
In hospital I might have done something.
Honey, we can have others.
You can try again in a few months.
When you're better.
No. I don't believe you. You're both lying.
You're lying! It didn't die! You took it! You're lying!
You're witches! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!
Abe says it's called pre-partum.
I don't know. It's some kind of a hysteria.
Boy, you were really kapow, out of your mind.
I know where you got the idea that Minnie and Roman were witches,
but how come you thought that Abe and I joined the party?
Let's face it, darling, you had the pre-partum crazies.
Now you're gonna rest and you're gonna get over them.
I know this is the worst thing that ever happened to you,
but now everything's gonna be roses.
Paramount's right where we want them, Universal's interested,
and we're gonna blow this town and be in beautiful Beverly
with a pool and a spice garden,
the whole schmeer, and kids, too, Ro.
Scout's honour. You heard what Abe said.
Now, I got to run now and get famous.
Let me see your shoulder.
- Are you kidding? - Your left shoulder.
All right. Anything you say.
I generally prefer doing this to music. Left shoulder.
Right shoulder.
That's as far as I go without a blue light.
The high pressure area has been causing this heat,
and will be staying with us through the week.
It will be overcast upstate New York as well,
with the possibility of thunder showers tonight
clearing by tomorrow night.
All you people leaving the city this weekend should find it hot.
Do you hear a baby crying?
Why, no, I don't, dear.
Now, into your bed now. It's time for you to take your pill.
Did you turn the air conditioner off?
Well, you mustn't do that, dear.
People are actually dying, it's so hot.
What do you do with the milk?
Why, throw it away. Your pill, Rosemary.
Hello, girls. 95 out.
Some new people moved on in up in eight.
- Do they have a baby? - How'd you know that?
I heard it crying.
Wait a minute.
- No. Don't do that. - Why not?
A little messy, that's all.
Easy, easy.
Got her too high.
Hell, Hayato. You're making fun of me.
You're pulling my leg, like we say.
Rosemary, go back to bed. You know you're not supposed to be up.
- The mother? - Rosemary...
Shut up. You're in Dubrovnik. I don't hear you.
What have you done to it?
What have you done to its eyes?
He has his father's eyes.
What are you talking about? Guy's eyes are normal.
What have you done to him, you maniacs?!
Satan is his father, not Guy.
He came up from hell and begat a son of mortal woman.
- Hail, Satan. - Hail, Satan.
Satan is his father, and his name is Adrian.
He shall overthrow the mighty and lay waste their temples.
He shall redeem the despised,
and wreak vengeance in the name of the burned and the tortured!
Hail, Adrian!
Hail, Satan! Hail, Satan!
He chose you. Out of all the women in the whole world, he chose you.
He wanted you to be the mother of his only son.
His power is stronger than stronger!
His might shall last longer than longer!
Hail, Satan!
No! It can't be!
- Go look at his hands. - And his feet.
Oh, God!
God is dead! Satan lives! The year is one!
The year is one and God is done!
- The year is one! - Hail, Adrian!
Hail, Satan!
Why don't you help us out, Rosemary? Be a real mother to Adrian.
You don't have to join if you don't want to.
Just be a mother to your baby.
Minnie and Laura-Louise are too old. It's not right.
Think about it, Rosemary.
Oh, God!
Shut up or we'll kill you, milk or no milk.
You shut up. Rosemary's his mother. Show some respect.
Come, my friend. Come see him. Come see the child.
What would you like to drink?
They promised you wouldn't be hurt, and you haven't been, really.
I mean, supposing you had the baby and you lost it.
Wouldn't that be the same?
And we're getting so much in return, Ro.
Guy, let me introduce you to Argyron Stavropoulos.
How proud you must be. Is this the mother? Why in the name of...
- Here, drink this. - What's in it? Tannis root?
Just plain, ordinary Lipton's tea. You drink it.
- Get away from here. Roman! - You're rocking him too fast.
Sit down! Put her where she belongs.
You're rocking him too fast. That's why he's crying.
- Mind your own business. - Let Rosemary rock him.
- Sit with the others. - She's liable to...
Sit down with the others, Laura-Louise.
Rock him.
You're trying to get me to be his mother.