[Children talking]
[Organ music playing]
Woman: Got him!
Mrs. Moriarty...
Are you trying to scare the wits out of me?
I do beg your pardon, I'm sure,
Father, but, you know, confession starts in a few minutes.
My new parishioners are waiting.
Yes, yes, I know.
Oh, Mrs. Moriarty...
Would you check the windows upstairs?
It's a bit chilly here, isn't it?
Yes, Father.
You don't suppose a rat has a soul,
do you, Father?
[Church bell chiming]
I'm ready.
Who are you?
What do you want?
Who are you?
Oh, my God! I don't understand.
Who sent you here to see me?
[Speaking Latin]
[Knocking]
[Screaming]
[Gunshot]
Aah!
[Birds squawking]
[Creaking]
[Rumbling]
Radio: Overcast skies today, folks,
with an expected high of 55 degrees,
and some showers expected later in the afternoon.
So, don't forget those sweaters and umbrellas.
Should be clearing later in the day, with only a 30% chance...
Nah! I want to catch the weather.
Weather report for the tri-county area...
Continued cloudy and cold.
I don't hear any hustle out there.
If we hit the rush, we'll miss the agent.
He's going to be there at 9:00 sharp.
I'm hurrying.
We're expecting a high tonight of 42 degrees fahrenheit...
Place is in Amityville.
We got to take a long island expressway.
Slim chance of rain.
The long range forecast predicts a continuation of this chilly weather.
A low pressure range coming in from...
Man: This is Amityville.
The house is about a mile away
on the other side of town.
Woman: Marvin, turn right after the bridge.
What?
Right...Here!
Turn, Marvin!
This is ridiculous.
What is this, Debbie,
another one of your premonitions?
Stop!
What? What is it?
I know this house.
This isn't even the right block.
Marvin...
It's for sale.
Hey!
I smell an opportunity.
I know this house.
Marvin: Look at the size of this place!
It's enormous.
I wonder how much they want for it.
I know this house, Marvin.
We'd have to get some partners who got some money.
You never listen to me, Marvin.
Bill's making money with his restaurant.
And Abbie--
Abbie just married that lawyer, didn't she, Debbie?
Of course, I'm going to have to handle the deal.
And the market is so hot on long island right now.
We can--we can just fix it up, and then advertise it again.
I've seen this house before -- in a dream.
Marvin: Some little fixer-upper, huh?
So, this is Amityville.
Hey, Marv...
There must be something wrong with this place, huh?
Just some minor repairs.
Nothing a little elbow grease won't cure.
Then, how did we get it so cheap, Marvin?
Brilliant negotiating, pure and simple.
I bet it's more like psychological torture.
Man: Hey, Abbie,
when's the big unveiling?
Now, wait a minute. I'm not finished with it yet.
I'm going to work on it this weekend.
You're going to paint?
When I'm not renovating.
Uh, don't tell me -- a minor repair job, Marvin.
Hey. A welcoming gift.
From whom?
So, what do you think?
You sure someone's not still living here?
Look at this furniture.
All part of the deal. Even the curtains.
Man: Marvin, will you help us, please?
Abbie: Hey, where's my easel?
Where's Debbie?
[Water dripping]
Abbie: What do you think, sweetheart?
Your money.
Yeah. Mine, too.
I'd like to get a better look at what I bought into.
I called con-ed myself just a week ago.
Must be a bad switch.
I need power for this thing, Marvin.
Yeah, Marvin, how brilliant are you with negotiating with the powers of darkness?
Very funny. Anybody got a flashlight?
Look what I found.
Ask, and ye shall receive.
Wow!
This is great furniture!
Marvin: I told you, it's a bargain.
Why's it all covered up?
Man: Now, Marvin, this is kind of weird.
[Bumping]
Aah!
Who's that?
It's your wife, Marvin.
Debbie!
In here!
I'm in the kitchen!
Uhh.
Careful. This place bites.
Are you OK, hon?
I thought I heard something. Aah!
I'm sorry. At least it's not broken.
And we should have it x-rayed.
No! It's just twisted. I'll be all right.
Deborah...
She'll be fine, Marv.
I've got an ace bandage in my first aid kit.
I could use one of your painkillers, though, Marvin.
[Wind blowing]
[Gasps]
Oh, boy.
What a start to our little paint and plaster party.
Great house you found us, Marvin.
[Fizzing]
You never did explain why they moved out.
What?
The family who lived here.
Look at this!
They left their furniture and everything.
They must've left in a hurry.
It's really strange, isn't it?
I think they were superstitious.
I played on that in the negotiations.
I think they just wanted
to get rid of the house.
Things are usually cheap for a reason.
I volunteered for this.
Aha!
This doesn't make sense.
Ow! Ow!
What's going on down there?
Bill: There's no water pressure, Marvin.
What is it, Marvin?
What?
[Pipes rattling]
Unh!
Oh!
Smells like something crawled in there and died.
[Sighs]
That's the third cigarette in a row.
Last I heard, you were going to quit.
That's right.
OK.
[Pipes rattling]
[Glasses rattling]
Look at that.
Huh?
[Pipes rattling]
Oh!
Shh!
Don't move.
Don't! No, no. Don't.
What are you doing?
[Giggles]
[Pipe clinks]
Oh!
Aah!
Well, we got water, William.
Oh!
[Water dripping]
Rust.
Definitely not my color.
Oh, baby.
Abbie: Let's get Debbie to read bill's fortune. Hmm?
Marvin: Now, don't you think this is a little childish?
Bill: Where are the fortune cookies?
They're in the chow mein.
So, what does mine say?
Debbie: OK.
Um...
Something about surprises.
"Expect the unexpected."
That counts. Don't you think, Mark?
It's the law of averages.
They print the same fortunes 4 or 5 times over.
Don't encourage her.
Abbie: Hey.
I have got something here
that no one expected.
Ta-da!
You got them back.
That was a gorgeous dress.
Let's see where we were all hammered on the dance floor.
Hey, speak for yourself, Billy boy.
[Laughs] I happen to be a great dancer.
It has to do with--
with body language.
There's no mistaking what it's saying now, Abigail.
[Laughs]
Uh-oh!
I sense a lesson in behavioral science coming up.
OK, OK.
We really should ease off with Marvin, here.
You know, if it weren't for him,
we wouldn't have the pleasure
of being assembled here tonight.
In our fabulous house,
in need of...
Bill and Debbie: Minor repairs.
[Laughs]
I hear there's a holiday inn down the road.
You're welcome to stay there.
[Pop]
Oh!
And miss all this fun?
Mock me now. Thank me later.
My mother used to say that.
My mother never said anything.
Daddy wouldn't give her a chance.
[Scratching]
Hey, there's that scratching sound.
Bill: I told you. Rats.
Big ones.
Debbie: Excuse me.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Here, you'd better take this, eh?
Remember at our wedding,
we tried to fool my mother
into thinking she was Jewish?
[Floor creaking]
[Cat meows]
Kitty?
How about you, Frank?
You're awfully quiet over there.
Where'd you grow up?
Around.
I moved around a lot as a teenager.
No. Before that, I mean.
Your formative years.
No telling traumas of parents and puberty?
My past is just a dream.
Doesn't exist anymore.
Oh.
I understand that.
It's called selective memory.
You block out problems of childhood.
I've seen a lot of cases like that.
Let's just say, my past's not worth remembering.
[Meow]
[Water dripping]
[Meow]
[Lights lighter]
Kitty?
[Meow]
There's one left.
Must be yours, Marvin.
[Crack]
There's nothing there.
[Laughs] Well, man with no future meet
the man with no past.
Gee, that's very, very droll.
That was just spectacular, bill.
On the other hand, Marvin,
you are a humorous individual.
[Abbie laughs]
[Meow]
[Water dripping]
[Meow]
[Laughs] Afraid of the dark!
This is silly.
[Clank]
[Gasps]
Debbie: Whew!
There's a cat in the basement.
This place is full of surprises.
Well, how about a toast, everybody?
To love everlasting.
Bill: To the newlyweds.
Any children in their future, Deb?
Marvin: William.
To good friends.
To doubling our money.
To the house.
All: To the house.
[Glasses clink]
[Gasps]
Debbie: Oh, my God, Abbie!
It doesn't even hurt.
Oh!
Oh, God, Billy, please.
Be careful.
Careful, Bill.
OK, OK.
Aah!
Just hold--
Marvin, where are those famous painkillers of yours?
# I know it's a sin #
# I've got you #
How's your hand, Abbie?
[Sighs]
Still hurts a bit.
But you can make it feel better.
[Giggles]
Ooh! Mmm.
You know, I think we should move to the holiday inn.
Oh, no, baby. It's romantic here.
We'll get the power going first thing in the morning.
[Laughs]
Besides, we don't need
an old furnace to keep you warm.
[Laughing]
Unh!
Unh.
One.
2.
3.
Ahh!
[Hallelujah chorus playing]
# Hallelujah #
# Halle... #
Bill: # ...Lujah #
Ugh.
Now I know why he's never got married.
Classic anal retentive.
What do you think I heard, Marvin?
What?
Marvin.
You're not listening to me.
The doctor is in.
It--
it's just a feeling.
I don't know what.
I think there's something else in the house.
Mm-hmm.
And you're sure this is
one of your esp impressions again?
Or is it just a dream?
I swear I heard a voice coming from the basement.
It was as if it was trying--
it was probably the cat making a noise, Deborah.
Look...
You hurt yourself.
You've been under a lot of stress.
You're taking medication.
We're in a strange place.
You don't understand.
I don't think you want to.
We've been through this before.
Are you--are you keeping the journal
I asked you to keep?
I mean, don't you see some pattern in this?
You're with your friends here, Deborah.
Believe me, you're safe in this house.
[Wind blowing]
[Bird caws]
[Indistinct voices]
[Indistinct voice]
[Clock ticking]
[Indistinct voice]
[Wind blowing]
Aah!
[Indistinct voices]
[Meow]
Debbie: Kitty. [Laughs]
[Meow]
[Creaking and thumping]
[Gasps]
[Screams]
Marvin: Debbie.
Debbie, come out of it. Come on.
Calm down. Stop it, right now.
Just--just--just take a deep breath.
[Screaming]
Ok, that's right. Write it all down.
There's something evil in this house!
Debbie, write it down.
[Birds chirping]
Somebody try the power.
[Click click]
There's nothing.
Oh, God damn it!
Frank: Try it again.
Bill: There's still nothing.
[Clicking]
[Motor whirring]
[Nail gun popping]
Marvin!
Are you all right?
Aside from the fact that you could have killed me, yeah.
Debbie: What's going on?
I almost nailed Marvin.
Don't you know how to use that thing?
[Motor dies]
I don't see how I could have missed.
Maybe I just need a bit more practice.
[Birds chirping]
Hey, everybody.
Check this out.
What is it?
You tell me.
Wow.
It's so...
Lifelike.
Marvin: No. Uh-uh.
No way that thing's staying here.
I don't know.
It just might make the house show better.
Abbie: Maybe I should put it in your bedroom.
Hmm?
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
A feeler!
With visions.
Yes, yes.
Pardon me?
Can we help you?
Oh, I'm not the one that needs the help.
But maybe I can help you.
You're hurting.
But you'll be fine.
Just who are you?
What's your name, dear?
Debbie.
She's Debbie.
Yeah. I know who she is. I mean--
Oh, yeah.
Moriarty.
Mrs. Moriarty.
That's 2 "R"'s and one "I."
It's not real, dear. It's fake.
The better to keep an eye out.
[Laughs]
G-got a glass here for my eye?
[Bell tolls]
Hey, Frank.
We got company.
Someone you really ought to meet.
You can't stay away, can you?
I always know where to look for you
when you wander off.
[Meow]
Oh, that's good beer.
I don't think they have that down at dougherty's.
Ahh! Don't think so.
Anyway--
What's that?
At dougherty's bar and grill.
Tonight's the big night down there.
Saturday shindig.
Just why are you here, anyway?
[Laughs]
A miracle of birth, I suppose.
The lord works in mysterious ways.
[Meow]
Weird.
Certifiable.
[Birds cawing]
Look, uh, Mrs. Moriarty, as you can see,
we've really got a lot of work to do here.
All will be revealed.
I don't mean to be rude, but, um--
this time for certain. I can tell.
The lord works in mysterious ways.
See?
I have something for you.
I know I brought it.
Marvin: Well.
I've got work to do, anyways.
[Dog barking]
What in the hell's wrong with that thing?
[Growling]
Abbie: Frank! Get inside! Hurry!
Aah!
What did you do to that animal, Frank?
Abbie: Did you see its eyes?
Debbie: Is he gone?
Bill: I don't see it.
[Barking]
Oh, my God.
Don't anybody move.
Tell that to the dog.
[Growling]
[Woof woof]
What was that all about?
I don't know. Maybe we should--
maybe we should call the s.P.C.A.
If we had a phone.
It's over. Everybody's hungry, huh?
Yeah, Bill.
You got anything in that cooler besides tofu and sprouts?
Any dog food? Ha ha.
Nothing kills your appetite, huh, Marvin?
What the hell?
I mean, a stray dog got pissed off
at Frank's looks, that's all.
[Whirring]
Marvin: Give us a smile, William.
Let's see how much you enjoy your work.
[Clunk]
Hey! Watch it!
That stove's irreplaceable!
And what about the furnace?
What?
The furnace?
That's Debbie's job.
She's putting down the finish.
Watch that stuff. It's dangerous.
You missed a spot.
To your right.
Marvin, you're making me nervous.
Aah!
Abbie: Spielberg!
Stop screwing around and get back to work.
Very funny. Very funny.
[Buffer stops]
So, did you get the furnace working?
I just got the lights working, Marvin.
Marvin: Hard to believe how much
usable stuff there is here.
[Metal clanking]
This really was an incredible deal.
God damn it!
Well, they spread disease, you know.
There's probably a whole damn nest of them.
Big ones.
Breeders.
Marvin, there's a door here.
So what do you think's in there besides a pack of diseased rats?
I'm ready for 'em.
Yeah?
[Grunts]
I think we're safe.
I don't see any beady red eyes.
So why don't you check to make sure there's no more rats in here.
I'll go check on Deb.
Marvin Schwarzennegger.
[Door creaking]
[Wind blows]
Uh! Damn.
Oh, no!
Abbie: Uhh.
[Rattling]
Marvin!
[Clinking]
So...[Sighs] What are you two trying to tell me?
That this house has some sort of supernatural something.
Ghosts...Goblins.
Come on, William.
I never expected you to fall for this sort of boogeyman garbage.
Then you explain what happened, Professor.
Everything has an explanation.
You just got to approach the situation
in a rational sort of way.
Not let your imagination run away with you.
Right.
I imagined all that.
Basement drafts, plain and simple.
Oh, come on.
Why don't we just get out of here for a while?
Have a few drinks.
[Sighs]
Yeah, I could use a couple.
Almost ready.
I dreamt about religious symbols.
A church.
But look at this.
That was 2 weeks before bill found
the things in the basement.
I'm telling you there's a connection!
Debbie, please.
Not now!
We need some distance...
Perspective.
We'll talk about it tomorrow.
I'll be downstairs.
[Sighs]
[Door slams]
[Thump]
Oh.
Marvin's looking for you.
[Indistinct voices]
[Sighs] I don't want to leave you alone here.
No, you go.
I'm best left alone when this happens.
No, I can--I can stay downstairs
and work on the painting.
No! It'll pass.
[Sighs] Just go.
At least one of us should have a good time.
[Sighs] Ok.
Oh, um...
Bill got the, uh, fridge working,
and there's some chicken in there if you're hungry.
I'll be back early.
[Country music playing]
I could have sworn the guy said
to turn just beyond the next light.
Abbie: You found the place, OK, Marvin?
Waitress: Welcome to dougherty's, folks.
Nice to see new faces.
Hi.
Um, what sort of wines do you have?
Red and white.
Just bring us a pitcher of coors light and 4 glasses.
Uh, miss?
Where's the restroom?
Uh, second right. Past the bar.
I'm gonna call the blue goose.
See if I'm still in the restaurant business.
Well.
This place kind of remind you
of a certain, uh, student hangout?
What was the name of that place?
What was it?
Was it Sullivan's or Mulligan's or something like that?
Gulligan's, that was it.
Yeah. We closed that place down a couple of times, didn't we?
[Sighs]
Abbie?
Yeah, hon.
You don't think I'm crazy, do you?
No.
Um...
I've got it.
Waitress: Ah, no charge, ladies.
Compliments of Mrs. Moriarty.
Ha ha.
You don't really think she's gonna come over here, do you?
You don't like her, do you?
She gives me the creeps.
Ha ha ha.
Well, I mean, it's--it's not that big a deal
being a--being a psychologist.
I mean, you, uh, you learn a lot about people.
You...Try to help people with their problems.
I do the best I--
[sighs]
Here's to my assistant manager.
The blue goose is turning down reservations.
Ha ha ha.
I'll be right back.
Hey, Billy.
Tell me something.
Do you really buy into all this
spirit in the house stuff, you know?
No, I do not buy it.
I know such stories are rampant around here.
Let me ask you.
Have either of you gentlemen ever witnessed first-hand
a verifiable paranormal event?
Let me put it this way.
Are you familiar with mass hysteria?
[Door closes]
You're looking a might peaked, dear.
Ain't you feeling well?
You scared me.
Ha ha ha. I seem to have
that effect on a lot of folks around here.
But they ain't seen what I've seen.
You see, my visions don't come from here, you know.
They come from somewheres else.
What are you talking about?
In life, he opened his house to the sinner.
And in death, he still compels the sinner to come.
And he works through you.
What is this?
Ever since that boy killed his family, he was possessed.
This town--it's full of a lot of strange things.
That a fact?
Like that old house you and your friends bought.
That old house... it's not just bricks and boards.
It's got a soul, that house has.
I think what it's got is a lot of townspeople
starting to believe their own tall tales.
Plain and simple.
So who wants another beer?
Humph!
I'll tell you one thing plain and simple, mister.
You don't know shit.
[Barking]
[Dog barking]
Frank.
Sweetheart.
Where are you, sweetheart?
[Indistinct voices]
Frank!
[Crying]
They're back.
They're back again.
The pain, those whispers.
Don't ever leave me.
Shh, shh.
Come on. Breathe.
Just breathe and relax.
Nice cold--
It's OK.
Nice cold bath.
The only thing that used to get rid of them.
I--I remember that as a kid.
That's the only thing that I absolutely remember.
Yes, I know. Don't worry. I'm here now.
[Verdi's rigoletto playing]
[Sighs]
[Screaming]
[Panting]
[Gasps]
[Sighs]
One, one, one.
[Sighs]
I just told him to stay in bed as long as he wanted.
[Sighs] I'm worried, Marvin.
He was...Yelling and cursing all night long.
I don't know what's happening to him.
Migraines will do that.
I know a couple of specialists I can recommend.
Morning.
Oh, do you want some coffee?
Uh, no thanks.
Maybe after I get back from my run.
Do we need anything from the 7-Eleven?
I'm gonna stock up on raid.
As a matter of fact, we were just gonna go
in search of fresh bagels and the Sunday times
if there's anything you need.
Is, uh, Deb all right?
She seemed pretty weirded out
when we got home last night.
She was OK, uh, a few minutes ago,
she was still sleeping. How about you?
I had a rough night, too.
I don't like being alone up there.
I could use a good woman.
Ha ha ha. Heh heh.
Well, let me see what I can do. Heh heh.
Does she have her own sleeping bag?
[Laughing]
One, one, one.
What does that mean?
Show me!
What are you trying to tell me?!
[Door opens]
Anybody home?
Kitty ran away again last night.
Where is everybody?
I guess they heard I was coming.
Heh heh heh.
[Humming]
Kitty...
Are you down here in the basement?
[Gasps]
Who's in there?
[Thump]
[Footsteps]
[Wind blowing]
[Water dripping]
[Whispering] Father?
Father?
He's here, Father. I can feel him.
[Door creaks]
One, one, one. Born November first.
11-1...
Not 1-11.
11-1.
Please! What is it?!
Merciful God.
It's you.
Aah!
Please! What is it?!
What is it?!
[Verdi's cortigiani, vil razza playing]
Police radio: All right, 10-4, 62, 10-93.
It's hers.
Oh, damn.
[Coughing]
Would you mind not smoking?
I'll be upstairs.
[Coughing]
Mrs. Moriarty was the church secretary
when this place was a rectory.
Marvin: A rectory?
Didn't they tell you anything when you bought this old house?
I wasn't particularly interested at the time
in the details of its history.
So, um,
what'd they milk you for this old place, anyhow?
Want a mint?
No.
Never got to know the new priest.
Not alive, anyway.
You said she was here yesterday?
She came by in the morning.
What's this about a priest?
Hmm. Father bekaeos.
Killed. Murdered.
In his own confessional.
The priest was--was m-murdered here?
No, not here.
Church around the corner.
Hard to believe all this stuff is still here
after 12 years.
Whoever did it was confessing his sins.
Shot him point-blank.
Right between the eyes.
[Blows nose]
9:00 on a Sunday night, too.
Can you imagine that?
Archdiocese had to close the church after that.
They moved what they could down here.
Lots of the priest's stuff, too.
No family.
Marvin: Where?
None that we could find, anyway.
Some say that everything about this place was cursed.
My bet is that old lady started that one.
She, uh, sorta came unscrewed
after she found the body.
That's funny.
I know I didn't shoot the whole tape.
I'll send somebody by tomorrow to bring the tape back, ok?
But I'm sure we'll be leaving today.
Excuse me, sir, but a woman did die here.
And we may have a couple of questions.
Krabel, I'll talk to you later, ok?
Yes, sir.
About the priest, you said,
"whoever did it."
Don't--don't you know? Didn't you catch the killer?
Well, from what Mrs. Moriarty told us,
we picked up this...
Half-wit neighborhood kid who's always gettin' in trouble.
We found him hiding in that oak tree over there.
Wasn't hard to do because fool dog was running around below.
So, they did catch the killer?
Well, we think so.
Trouble is...
Hung himself the next night before we could
get a confession out of him.
No!
Deborah, you're not supposed to be out here.
It's OK, Inspector, she'll be OK.
The boy.
Marvin...
You OK, Deb?
Come on. Come on, sweetheart. It's OK.
It was the boy.
[Engine starts]
Deborah, it was dark. She lost her footing.
She shouldn't have been in the house in the first pl--
she was drawn here like I was drawn here.
It brought us here, Marvin.
It. What is it?
The house.
Something about the house.
It's been trying to communicate
ever since we got here.
Even before, in my dreams.
I won't listen to this nonsense.
The church. Confessional.
Blood.
Everywhere!
You are hysterical.
Mrs. Moriarty said
it was working through me
for justice.
You have to listen to me.
Something's horribly wrong here!
Deborah. Debbie!
What about the boy?!
How could I have seen him?
Even known about him?
He's been dead for 12 years!
[Water running]
[Door rattles]
I'm in the tub!
That you, Frank?
Aah!
Aah! Ugh!
Aah!
You know, Marv,
this thing really sounded like a good idea.
I'd like you to look at something.
It's Debbie's journal,
but it's not Debbie's writing.
It's been a while since I tried to translate Latin.
Best I can make out, there's bits and pieces of Bible passages.
Something that looks like it's from, uh,
an absolution
or an exorcism.
Exorcism?
I know what this is. The fifth commandment.
Honor thy father.
Well, you're the psychologist.
What's all this mean?
It means I'm losing her, Bill.
I don't know what to do.
You can do what I'm doing.
Pack.
We're getting the hell out of here.
Marvin: You can't just walk out like this.
What's Frank gonna say?
I hope you don't think I'm driving you.
Well, not with that flat tire, you won't.
What?
Get your keys. We'll change it.
Let's go, Marvin.
I haven't got a spare.
But the guy was suppo--
he said the tires were good.
Listen to me, Marvin.
We're not staying here tonight. You got it?
Look, we can take off that tire,
and I'll go borrow Bill's scooter,
and we're gonna find some service station somewhere,
and we're gonna fix the damn thing.
Now, you guys get everything packed,
and when I get back, we're gone.
Understand?
I suppose we could come and work next week.
Hey, man, I mean, what's got to happen
before you open up your eyes?!
Were we all dreaming at the same time?
Look, when I get back,
we're out of here.
This house is history!
[Door opens]
Frank?
That you?
[Bell rings]
Can I help you?
I have a flat tire.
Come on inside.
Mrs. Moriarty?
Is it you out there?
I am listening.
I'm ready.
Who are you?
What do you want?
Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.
So have you, you son of a bitch.
Open the door.
Whoever you are, let me out of here.
Father?
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Why?!
Oh, my God.
[Verdi's cortigiani, vil razza playing]
Man: You abandoned us.
You denied me.
Your own flesh.
My own father.
Now, what would you have told Mother?
That you would fill her
with the burning love of God?
That you would hold her?
That you would never leave her?
[Groaning]
Now, listen to me, my son.
Don't you dare call me that!
You sinner.
# Sinner, sinner, sinner #
Man of God. [Crying]
Oh, godless child.
You don't even know my name.
Please...
Forgive me. Forgive me, please.
I'm begging you.
I am sorry. I'm sorry.
[Crying]
[Indistinct voices]
Father.
Bet you never thought I'd find you here.
After all these years,
I'm here to help you out for your sins.
Keep your promise.
Into eternity,
in sickness and in health.
Mother no longer lives.
Those whispers are almost over.
But she needs someone.
[Praying]
Amen.
Aah!
Instant replay.
Mrs. Moriarty: Father?
Turn it up.
Now, check this out.
I didn't even know there was any audio on here
until I worked a little magic
with these fingers of mine.
Shh!
You came, Father.
And brought a common--
It's you.
Aah!
Damn!
[Chiming]
Debbie, crying: Oh, my God.
No.
[Indistinct voices]
No!
No. My Marvin...
Don't leave me alone, Marvin. Don't go away.
Frank?
[Whispering] Frank?
What in the name of God?
What have you done?
Frank.
It's me.
It's Debbie.
Please, Frank.
I'm your friend, Frank.
Aah! Help me!
Bill, help me!
Together...
Forever in eternity.
[Organ plays]
No!
Aah!
Bill!
We gotta get out!
Bill, it's Frank.
He killed Marvin.
Bill, we gotta get out of here!
Oh, no. Bill.
[Floor creaks]
[Growling]
Help! Somebody!
No! Help me!
Somebody, please, help me!
[Chuckling]
Aah!
[Siren]
[Labored breathing]
Â™ª Debbie â™ª
[gasps]
[Siren]
[Generator starts]
[Clicking]
[Whirring louder]
[Strangled breathing]
[Crying]
Come on, guys, let's go!
Oh, my God!
What happened? Frank!
What've you done?
Frank! Frank...
Aah!
Till death... Do us part.
[Groaning]
Aah!
Grr!
Aah!
[Police radio]
Ok. And then, uh, I'll go on inside.
Hey, I told you...
Nothing until we get a handle on this thing.
If we ever do. Christ.
It's starting all over again.
Just when the tourists are coming back, too.
[Sighs]
What is that?
This? Does it belong to you?
No. It belongs to the house.
Captioned by Grant Brown