Claire ...
Yeah.
I’m sorry to ...
Can you come?
- Tell us why you are not at rest. - My father.
-Did you die in this house? -My room.
-How did you die? -Father, don't.
My name is Joseph Carmichael.
l shouldn't have called you. I just needed someone.
l wrote some words on the paper.
l wrote Sacred Heart.
There used to be a county orphanage named Sacred Heart.
It was closed down years ago.
- An orphanage? - Yes.
That child, Joseph Carmichael ...
He was murdered in this house, in the attic.
And buried ... and then an orphan ...
Stop it, John! Move away from this place.
Miss Huxley is on the phone, Senator. She says it's important.
All right, I'll take it.
- Minnie, how are you? - Fine.
- They've been through the files. - Let me have that name again.
John Russell.
I’m very glad to be of help.
Goodbye.
The senator's campaign from 1960.
l got it from the main library. Have you found something?
A retrospective, drawn up when the house was to be turned into a museum.
Richard Carmichael and family occupied the house 1899-1906.
Richard was the senator's father. His mother died in childbirth.
Look at the part about his illness.
"Joe Carmichael, his son, at age three contracted atrophic arthritis."
"It was decided to send him to the Nordbach Sanatorium in Switzerland."
"He and his father embarked for Europe in 1906."
"He did not set foot upon American soil until the cessation of WW I."
You see how it might have been done. Richard's son, a sick child.
He was murdered by his father and buried secretly.
He was substituted by a six-year-old orphan and shipped overseas.
With the father attending, it all worked for them, even the war.
He came back here in 1918, when he was 18 years old.
Who was going to know he wasn't the crippled son? He was cured.
Do you think he knows about the murder and about the replacement?
- I don't know. - How could a father do such a thing?
Richard's wife was Emily Spencer, daughter of H.T. Spencer.
He founded the Spencer-Carmichael empire. He died in 1905.
He was a zillionaire. His will might be very interesting.
I'll also try to find out if there was a Spencer-Carmichael ranch.
A ranch with a well.
This is the 1908 atlas of Seattle showing the Carmichael ranch.
What is that little mark right there?
According to the legend, it was the location of a well.
In the 1914 atlas, which is opened to the same area, -
- the property is very much the same, as is the location of the well.
In the 1928 atlas, there's a change, with subdivision of the property.
The well symbol has disappeared, and a house has been built here.
MRS. E. GREY 136 27TH STREET, SEATTLE,WASH.
The ranch is listed in the will.
It’s part of five-year-old Joseph's inheritance. He got everything.
- What about the father? - Bypassed.
Except as guardian and trustee of the estate.
The old man's daughter was dead, and he wasn't too fond of his son-in-law.
Yes, but wait ... Richard doesn't get any money.
But he still controls his son and his son is worth a fortune ...
... unless for some reason the boy dies before attaining the age of21.
Then the estate goes to charity. That would have shut Richard out.
And there he was with a son who was weak, sickly, bedridden ...
He must have decided not to take a chance on the boy.
- What are you going to tell her? - About the well and the body.
- And the medal with the name on it? - No, and nothing about Carmichael.
- She'll think you're crazy. - You'll tell her I’m not.
Good evening, Mrs. Grey. I’m John Russell. This is Miss Norman.
l wouldn't have listened to your story for two minutes.
l wouldn't have let you in here, but for something you said on the phone.
You said this seance affair happened three nights ago.
Three nights ago, on Monday night, -
- Linda, my daughter, woke up screaming just after midnight.
She'd had a nightmare. l went in to her. She was hysterical.
I’d never seen her like that before. She's had nightmares, but not ...
She said she'd seen a boy, very small, very thin ...
... almost gnome-like, and he was trying to come up through the floor.
And he kept staring at her.
Here, in the middle.
She hasn't been in the room since. She sleeps with me.
What we want ...
What you want is to tear this room apart.
l have your phone number. I'll have to think about it.
They're still digging, but they've found the well.
Okay.
- Find anything? - Not yet.
This is Tony, Mrs. Grey's son. Miss Norman.
Thanks.
Get me the flashlight, will you?
l think I’ve found something.
What is it?
- It’s a hand. - What?
- It’s a hand. - I'll call the police.
- Nothing more? - It doesn't look like it.
- Might there be something more? - No.
The coroner said the bones were old. Do you know who that child was?
- No, not really. - What does "not really" mean?
No.
l want statements from everybody. Do you have somewhere else to stay?
Yes, it's all been arranged.
- I think you should have told them. - It’s got to be there.
- We need that medal for evidence. - You have the tape.
Tapes can be altered. They know that.
It was obvious you were holding something back.
- It’s late. Get some rest. - Fine. Drive carefully.
What's the matter?
St. Paul's Church. September8th, 1900.
Joseph Patrick Carmichael. It wasthere?
It was there.
You have to show it to the police. It’s our only piece of solid evidence.
They didn't see me dig it up. Why should they believe it was there?
The police won't trouble themselves with a 70-year-old case.
Still, it's an unsolved murder.
Whatever is to be done, has to be done by me. I’ve got to get to Carmichael.
- He won't see you now. - He'll see me.
Senator.
Hold up, Senator.
I’m John Russell.
Senator, look. l want to show him that.
Let go.
Look at this. It’s a baptism medal with your name on it.
It was buried with the body of a little boy.
The police know about it.
- Who's that crackpot? - I have no idea. Never mind.
l want you to radio police headquarters. Captain DeWitt.
Ask him to call me at Spokane, this number.
You goddamn son of a bitch. What is it you want?
What do you want from me?
I’ve done everything I could do.
There's nothing more to do.
Mr. Russell?
My name is Captain DeWitt.
- I’d like to talk to you. - All right.
- Quite a house. - Yes.
- You're a composer. - Yes.
- You teach at the university. - That's right.
- Is this where you held your seance? - What do you want to talk about?
You were out at Boeing airfield. You caused quite a scene.
Screaming, yelling, acting like a lunatic.
My sergeant tells me you were up to some strange things last night, too.
You dug up some bones under a lady's house.
Some ghostly voice told you they were there.
Sergeant Durban said you told him you had no idea who those bones were.
It seems a little odd then -
- that you go charging about, making accusations about the Senator.
A man who has served this state for36 years.
He's not about to give in to any dirty little blackmail scheme.
What are you talking about?
l understand you lost your wife and daughter. Maybe it shook you up.
- Maybe you need help. - I’d like you to leave now.
We can see that you get it. You understand what I’m saying?
- Out, now. - Listen to me, Russell.
You've got something of the Senator's. He wants it back.
It’s a gold medal. Afamily heirloom. He thinks you've got it.
l don't know what you're talking about.
I’m sorry to barge in on you, but I am so damn mad ...
Capt. DeWitt is with the police.
- You are Miss Norman? - Yes.
I'll be back in an hour with a warrant and we'll tear this place apart.
- What's going on? - I'll be here.
Suit yourself.
- What was that all about? - The Senator thinks it's blackmail.
They've cancelled your lease. They've forced me to resign.
No explanation, just get out.
l have to see the head of the Board of Directors. I'll find out what I can.
I'll call you and let you know.
Yes? Yes, Claire.
l recognized the car. l don't know how it could've happened.
The car's upside down in the road and that policeman, he's dead!
Any messages?
Captain DeWitt? What did he say?
What?
Oh my God!
Who?
Russell?
All right. Let me have that number.
- John Russell. - The Senator is expecting you.
- Still busy? - Yes.
- Where are you going? - I'll be back in a while.
- What the hell do you want? - You must have some idea.
- They did let me through the door. - I’m a busy man. Make it fast.
The house on Chessman Park. Your family lived there until 1906.
It’s had a history of strange happenings.
There's something in that house, a manifestation.
This afternoon, Capt. DeWitt came to see me, presumably on your behalf.
He must have reported to you.
The disturbances, the seance, the bones found in the well.
l tried to talk to you at the airport.
l showed you this.
DeWitt said you'd lost it.
l found it in the grave where the child was buried.
There's no logical explanation for what I’m going to say to you now.
The boy was badly crippled.
l believe he was killed in an attic room of that house.
l saw what happened.
l believe it was Richard Carmichael, your father, -
- who murdered the boy, his natural son, Joseph Carmichael.
A substitution from the orphanage was made, and the boy went to Europe.
He was cured, miraculously, and returned to inherit an empire.
That changeling was you.
- So, that's your story? - Whatever you want to call it.
- How much? - My God!
How much do you want for this farce?
- This isn't blackmail. - I’m used to dealing with vermin.
- Your story is so incredible ... - It truly terrifies you.
It’s the truth. It won't be buried. None of this belongs to you!
Get out with your filthy lies.
It should've gone to that dead child.
You're not Joseph Carmichael. You're the beneficiary of murder for profit.
No!
My father was not a murderer.
Nobody in this world can say that.
My father was a great man.
He was a loving man.
For you to come in here and accuse him ...
... of killing.
Damn you!
l will not allow you to slander his good name.
These documents are on file in the city.
This is a tape of the seance. There's no copy.
Take it. I’ve done what I had to do.
I’m sorry.
Russell ...
lf I find that you've breathed one word of this to anyone ...
...you'll wish you'd never come into this world.
- What was all that shouting about? - Nothing.
Get out. Leave me alone.
John? I tried to call ...
John?
Where are you?
John, what are you doing?
John?
John , please, l don't want to come up there.
- Claire. - John?
l thought you were here.
l didn't know you were going out.
- Wait in the car. - You're not going back in there!
I'll be right back. Don't worry.
Joseph, no!
Father.
My medal!
Father!
My medal.
John!
Father, no.
Help.