All language subtitles for The.Sweet.House.Of.Horrors.1989.DUBBED.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

(Ominous music)

(Slow ominous music)

Woman: I thought Susie
looked terrific tonight, didn't you?

Man: I didn't even
know she was there.

The only human being I was aware
of through the whole evening was you.

Woman: You're such
a liar, but I love it.

Man: And I noticed Gino couldn't
take his eyes off you either.

Not for an instant.

I swear to god, all I wanted to do
was walk over to him and strangle him.

It would have been a pleasure...

(Thunder rumbles)
Hey, it's great.

- I can't wait to crawl into bed.
- Same here.

Sleep is the farthest
thing from my mind.

What a coincidence.
(Slow ominous music)

I don't have one
single sleeping pill.

(Chuckles) I'm beginning to
see the advantages of insomnia.

(Laughing)

Man: May I welcome
you home, princess?

Woman: Why, thanks
a lot, scurvy knave.

Man: Scurvy knave?

Woman: I don't know what it
means, but it's the right period.

Man: No, but prince will do.

Anyway, since I
saw you safe home,

Wouldn't you say
I deserve a kiss?

Woman: Ah, you have
some nerve, young man.

Man: Well, just a
down payment, I mean-

Woman: Ah, well, in that case...

Woman: OK, we have to get serious just
for a second and go over some accounts.

We still haven't sent off
the check for the kids' school.

Man: Oh yeah,
hell, you're right.

Woman: I just can't
wait to see them again.

Man: Yeah, me too.

I wonder if they've been having a
good time up there in the mountains.

Think how many other kids
are up there for them to play with.

(Sighs) That's the good part.

And the bad part is how
much we missed them, hmm?

Well, it's six months now.

They must have
grown at least a yard.

Woman: Did I tell you about
the letter I found in their room?

(Glass shattering)

Man: What the hell was that?

(Clock ticking)

Oh god! (Intense action music)

Stay back, Mary!

(Chair clattering, scuffling)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

(Head bashing)

Mary: Stop it!

No!

(Screaming)

Leave him alone! (Screaming)

Mary: Help me!

(Door shaking)

(Mary screaming)

Go away!

Leave me alone!

(Glass breaking)

(Crying)

(Intense music continues)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

(Sinister music)

(Fire crackling)

(Bells ringing)

(Child whimpering)

Child: Mama (Whimpering)

- Condolences.
- Thank you.

(Children crying)

- Good kids.
- Thanks for coming.

- George.
- Hello, Martha.

Child: Mama. (Crying)

- Thank you, Jim.
- Thank you.

(Bell ringing, crying)

- Okay, there we go.
- Child: Daddy... (Crying)

(Crowd murmuring)

- You got that?
- Yeah.

Man: I didn't know
what to do with dig.

You're gonna have to show me.

Priest: Let us now pray for
the souls of the dearly departed.

(Kids crying)

In the name of the
Father, and of the Son,

And of the Holy Spirit, amen.

May the blessings of the Lord
be with them forever and ever.

Dear children, we are gathered
here today for a sad event.

Roberto and his beloved wife,
Mary, are no longer with us.

They have left this veil of
tears. (Crowd murmuring)

As you know, a terrible accident
has torn them from our love.

Father O'Toole has gone completely
dark as far as I'm concerned.

Just as the devil
were... it's terrible.

He became senile. (Crying)

Priest: Yes, they will wallow in
the Lord's affliction. (Bell ringing)

(Stammering) That is to
say, the Lord's affection.

- Watch Father O'Toole.
- Priest: Yes, yes, affection.

A fly is crawling
right across his nose.

- I had the privilege of knowing-
- He made it fly. (Laughing)

- Sarah.
- Marco.

Stop that giggling!

Sarah: Father O'toole
has flat feet too. (Laughing)

Marco: Can you tell from
here? They're hidden. (Giggling)

Whom we have known since
they were born and seen grown up.

Grant them eternal rest, O Lord.

Cover them with perpetual
light as they rest in peace.

In the name of the Father,
and of the Son, (Crow cawing)

And of the Holy Spirit, amen.

Marco: Maybe Mama and
Papa are dead... (Sniffling)

Because Mama always said
that Papa drove like a nut.

Maybe.

Do you think they'll see
our little doggy in the sky?

Well, I sure hope they do.

Marky, I bet it's about over.

He was just
looking at his watch.

It's about time. (Gum popping)

I'm famished.

May they rest in
peace. (Children crying)

Crowd: Amen.

These are your
mother's favorite flowers.

She'd like it if you
two gave them to her.

(Bell ringing)

(Crying, crow cawing)

(Crying)

(Bells ringing)

They're gonna need you
every moment from now on.

It's a great responsibility, but
I know you're going to fulfill it.

Come on, boys.

We're late for
the Curtis funeral.

We have to put on some speed.

Let's move it.

(Crying)

I'm terribly sorry.

My condolences.

Thank you, Guido.

Condolences.

Thank you. (Children crying)

It was nice of Guido to come.

You remember him, don't you?

Our gardener? Of course I do.

He used to come play with us a lot
when we were kids. (Bells ringing)

(Somber music)

(Crying)

Take it easy, darling. (Sighs)

Well, babies, I suppose
you're hungry, huh?

Auntie Marcia will go
make you something tasty.

No, we're not
hungry, Aunt Marcia.

(Sniffling) Thanks a lot.

We'd both rather
go up to our room.

Come on, Marc.

OK.

(Crying)

Poor babies.

I have the impression that
they see us as two strangers.

And they're right.

We've seen so little of them.

It's just...

Maybe it would have been better
to leave them in the boarding school.

Kids to play with, keep busy.

They might have
wound up suffering less.

A problem, no doubt about it.

But on the other hand,

We are all they have.

(Soft music)

Darn it.

We hid Mama's birthday
letter right here. I remember it.

I bet she found it after
she died and then read it.

But they phoned us just a
few hours before the accident.

If she'd found it,
she'd have told us.

She found it after
she died, I told you.

Hmm.

So you'll be here
tomorrow, won't you?

Are you sure?

You won't let yourself
get all tied up in town, huh?

Don't worry.

I'll be here tomorrow,
I promise you.

(Engine rumbles)

(Ominous music)

(Crow cawing)

(Intense music)

(Sighs)

(Grinding noise)

(Eerie music)

(Grinding noise intensifies)

(Clock ticking)

(Bird chirping )

(Loud grinding noise, gasps)

(Ominous music)

(Louder grinding noise)

(Loud grinding)

(Loud clatter)

(Gasps)

(Screams)

(Loud buzzing)

(Screaming)

(Screaming)

(Gasping)

(Clicking noise)

(Bird chirping)

Come on, darling.

Don't you think one of the kids might
just have left it wound up like that?

When would they have done it?

It's impossible.

They just got here yesterday.

Oh, honey.

Anyway, I don't like this house.

I never did like it. I find
it sad and oppressive.

I never understood how
Mary could be so happy in it.

And I think it has a negative
influence on the kids, too.

Maybe you're right.

I guess we should
go live in our house.

We could sell this place and
set the money aside for the kids.

There's a real estate
agent in town called Coby.

We could talk
to him if you like.

We'll call him.

(Upbeat music)

(Sighing)

(Humming)

Old man sausage is here.

Oh, yuck.

(Man humming)

(Clears throat)

Ah, a pleasure to
meet you, ma'am.

Sir, how are you?

Fine, thanks. Just fine.

- It was really nice of you to come out on such short notice.
- This is our house.

- Pshhh.
- I'll take you on the guided tour.

That's life. What
are you going to do?

I'd have to tell you
just for openers

That this isn't really your
terrific time for selling.

I'll tell you why.

Prices are rising
in town, but...

This is a place where
folks come on holiday.

In fact, its price would
vary with the season.

And again, of course,
you must realize,

That this villa is not
exactly in perfect condition.

I wouldn't say that.

My dear lady, any buyer
wants a house in good condition.

(Clears throat) Maybe you're not aware that Mary and
Roberto had begun restoration work here about a month ago.

And especially as far as the
exterior goes, it was long overdue.

And then they said they were
going to begin work on the inside, too.

As I understand it, there's
a whole wing of the place...

That can't be used
at the moment.

(Coughing)

As far as the selling
price is concerned,

I assure you I'll get
the maximum possible.

I can't promise more than that.

At any rate, I'm sure we can find
someone who appreciates this type of place.

After all, the
location is beautiful.

The property is large and while it
might not be Buckingham Palace...

(Gasps) It has
a lot going for it.

Where are they going now?

Coby: If I do say so myself,
you've come to the right man.

Shh.

I'm sure I'll find a
satisfactory deal.

- Just for the record, I take 15% off the top. (Chuckles)
- Mm-hmm

Uh, these stairs must
lead to the roof, right?

That's right.

I'll take a look at the attic.

(Groans)

(Groaning)

Ow!

(Screaming)

Oh, no!

(Grunting, wheezing)
Oh, god, my leg!

(Gasping, grunting)
I think it's broken.

- Don't let him move around.
- Let's take it easy.

Do something!

It could make things
worse. (Coby moaning)

I've got to get a doctor.

Kids singing: Sausage is dying!
Sausage is dying! Sausage is dying!

- Phone for an ambulance.
- Yes.

Kids singing: Sausage is
dying! Sausage is dying!

Stop that this instant!
(Kids laughing)

It's terribly cruel of you.

Mr. Colby hurt himself badly!

Marco: We don't
care, do we, Sarah?

Sarah: No, we think it's fun.

(Both laughing)

(Marcia groans)

(Kids laughing)

Sausage came tumbling down!

Aunt Marcia, there's no
sense calling. (Giggling)

Sarah!

Isn't that right?

Sure, Sausage won't fit in
the ambulance! (Laughing)

(Eerie music)

Now, listen to me.

That was a very cruel
thing you and your sister did.

You shouldn't laugh at
the misfortune of others.

But it was so
funny when he fell.

What do you mean?

It made me laugh, that's all.

Sarah: It was funny.

He took a step, then the
step moved away. (Laughing)

The step moved away?

Yeah, just like that.

Carlo: Huh, I've
got to tell you.

I think you're developing a
fixation about this house, honey.

The steps are filthy.

And he slipped, that's all.

Marcia: But the kids said they-

Carlo: They have
too much imagination.

Steps are solid as granite.

Look.

Marcia: Mm. If you say so.

You're impressionable,
that's all.

(Sighs) Maybe so.

But I still say there's something about
this house that gives me the creeps,

Every time I walk into it.

OK, but I can't spend
all day up here, huh?

(Bird cawing, ominous music)

(Ominous music)

(Gasps)

Oh, I don't believe this.

This thing has been
broken for a long time.

But it was working
the other night.

It's the very same
one, I know it.

(Sighs)

I saw that damn toy fly moving.

We've got to leave
this house now.

Oh, come on.

You know that they're beginning
to work tomorrow morning.

When it's all fixed
up we'll sell it.

And we'll be able
to go back home.

OK?

OK.

(Ominous music)

(Clattering)

Oh, thank god.

- How's the work coming, Guido?
- Just fine.

It's not going to take you too long
to finish all these various jobs is it?

Don't you worry about a thing.

Damn low quality paint.

Doesn't know anything
about painting, does he?

Papa used to paint better.

Yeah, he sure used to.

Come on, there's nothing
much to see around here.

He's really a klutz.

Wait, my sports car.

(Ominous music)

No.

No!

Kids singing: Guido's
more scared than Howie.

Guido's more scared than Howie.

(Laughing) Who's Howie?

Marco: Howie's the biggest the
biggest scaredy cat of all time!

(Laughing) Sarah:
Except for Guido!

Kids singing: Scaredy cat,
scared of your shadow...

Scaredy cat, scaredy cat...

(Eerie music)

Carlo: Marcia?

Marcia?

In the kitchen, darling.

Getting hungry?

Look what I just
found out in the garden.

Full of stains too.

(Gasping)

Can't come out.

Why?

Because it's blood, that's why.

Come on, don't be silly.

Why does it have to be blood?

Probably happened to Guido, a
can of paint he overturned, or...

Or turpentine I suppose.

I know it's blood.

I can tell.

It hasn't even congealed.

Oh, come on, sweetheart.

It's disgusting.

I hate this house.

Oh, god, I just can't
take it anymore.

Try to calm down, darling.

You're still upset over
your sister's death.

Marcia: (Crying) Oh, god, Carlo.

Oh, god, please help me.

Those are the kind I
used to give Mama.

Why should you remind us of her?

Darling, I thought you'd
like to see them. That's all.

OK, come on, Eunice.

Adults are so insensitive.

(Sighs)

(Exasperated sigh)

What's wrong with
the soup, too cold?

No, I'm going to see Sarah.

If she doesn't like
the soup I don't either.

Uncles should be shot.

- Hmm.
- There you see?

We must be really loathsome.

I just don't know
how to handle them.

Come on, don't go so tragic.

They're just kids.

(Bird calls)

You're not sleeping.

What are you thinking about?

(Sighs) I'm thinking that we simply
must get rid of this damn place.

I can't take any more of this.

Not one single day.

We must sell it
quickly, any price, Carlo.

We lose on the
deal. That's OK, too.

(Crying)

You mustn't cry.

Uncle Carlo and Aunt
Marcia aren't bad people.

They're simply idiots.

Oh, I know that, Marky.

Only I'm sick of
being all alone here.

I wish they'd come back, too.

Only they're on the moon now.

I mean, it's not easy. (Crying)

(Eerie giggling, ominous music)

Come down.

Oh, god. Mama. (Crying)

Papa, come down from the moon.

It's not fair to leave
us alone like this.

Not fair. Say something, please.

(Giggling)

(Disembodied giggling)

(Giggling, murmuring)

Sarah, I had a dream just now.

There were two pretty
little flames flying all around.

Like two butterflies.

You know, I did, too.

(Gasps)

But these are real.

They're real.
They're really here.

Look, Marky, this is no dream.

The flames are flying around us.

Look, now they're
coming close to us.

(Flames giggling)

I'll get you.

(Giggling)

They feel good, Sarah.

Look at them. They don't burn.

They just tickle a little.

They're very cold.

They don't burn at all.

I think they like us, don't you?

Shh. You mustn't
let anyone hear you.

If they come all the
way to us and at night.

It means that nobody
else must ever know.

We'll never tell a
soul. They're ours.

(Sniffing)

They're dimming now.

I know. So is mine going out.

Is it dying? (Crying)

Why'd someone have
to put it out? (Soft music)

One thing I know.
They'll be back.

When, though?

I don't know. But I know
that they will. (Crying)

You'd better get to sleep.

When they come back,
I'll wake you up, OK?

I'm not sleepy right now.

(Soft music)

(Crying)

What is it, Guido?

I'm sorry, sir.

But I can't finish the
work. I'm not feeling well.

If there's any help you need...

Can you finish the
windows up at least?

No. Really sorry.

Now I owe you money, though,
for the work you've done already.

Come on in.

Those little flames are
liars. They never came back.

I waited for them
all night long.

You just woke up two
or three minutes ago.

Well, I may have
dropped off for a second.

I'm not lying to you.
I wouldn't do that.

You still think
they'll come back?

Why don't we try calling them?

How do you mean?

I don't imagine
you can just dial.

Then we'll never see
them again. Is that it?

It's OK. I know.

They're here right now.

It's a real shame
you're not well, Guido.

Aside from the fact that now I'll have to
find someone else to finish off the work.

Well, I'll ask around
down in the village.

(Ominous music) Here you go.

(Labored breathing,
cracking sound)

(Intense music, grunting)

Mary: No!

Guido, what's wrong?

(Grunting)

Guido! My god!

Please don't hurt me, please!

Please don't!

I'll give you anything you want!

Anything, anything!

- No! You have to die too!
- Oh god!

- You saw my face!
- Oh my god!

I have to murder you!

(Grunting)

Guido!

I've got to murder
the two of you!

I've got to murder you too, yes!

(Birds chirping)

(Ominous music)

(Car clattering)

(Ominous music)

(Heart beating)

Guido!

(Ominous music)

(Birds chirping)

Mary: Please stop! I'll give you
anything you want! (Bells ringing)

Roberto: No!

Guido: I have to kill you! I
have to kill you! (Bells ringing)

(Bell ringing)

Mary: Anything! Anything!
(Bells ringing louder)

Mary: No! Oh my god!

Mary: Guido! (Bells ringing)

Mary: Guido! Don't
hurt me, please!

(Screaming)

Roberto: No!

(Loud bells, screaming)

(Loud growling)

(Screaming)

(Choking)

(Choking)

(Grunting)

Go call the police!

- Hurry.
- Get an ambulance, too!

Oh my god. I think
he's dying. Poor man.

Weirdest thing I ever saw.

(Gasping)

He's trying to say
something. Shh.

The-

Bells. (Gasping)

The... dog

What's he talking about?

What's he saying?

Anyone get-

He's muttering all about
some dog and some bells.

Man: I didn't see any dog.

I didn't hear any bells.

Poor man.

(Slow light-hearted music)

Driver: Let me
give you a hand, sir.

(Grunting)

- Careful, sir.
- Damn cast.

I'd like to tear it down.

I've already given it one foot.

You shouldn't have gone
through the trouble, really.

It's alright.

We could have
come to your office.

Could we go in, please?

No one's ever going to take this
godforsaken place off your hands.

All we needed
was to have Guido...

Run over by a truck as
he was trying to get away.

Yeah, by truck.

It's in your interest to
take the offer I made you.

As I already told you,

It's my absolute tippity-top.

You won't do any better.

(Wind blowing)

(Coughing)

What's going on here?

Would you be so kind
as to close that door?

Well, if you'll take
a look, Mr. Coby,

You'll notice that it is closed.

So are all the windows.

Huh?

Well... (Clears throat)

As I was saying,
the contractors-

(Grunting, wind blowing)

(Screaming)

(Screaming)

Do you see, Sarah? Even
the wind is mad at him.

Of course.

You know what Mama said.

This is our house, and no
one can take it away from us.

Right.

(Coby screaming)

Coby: Do something!
Help me for god's sake!

(Grunting)

Marco: The flames
have come back.

They don't like
Mr. Coby, though.

They're going to
play trick on you.

The flames don't like fat, ugly
men who do terrible things to them.

Of course not, would you?

(Sighing)

(Coby screaming)

(Wind blowing)

(Grunting)

(Sizzling)

(Screaming)

Mr. Coby, what's the matter?

(Gasping) My hand!

Here, let me take a look.

(Screaming)

Try to stand up.

(Grunting) My hand!

Come in here, quickly!

Coby: Damn this house. (Panting)

Damn this house!

Mr. Coby had an accident.

(Grunting)

Here you are, sir.

What happened?

Easy. Easy now.

I'll still buy the
house from you.

Just for the pleasure
of demolishing it.

Come on down to my
office and we'll sign.

Here, lean on me, sir.

It's really unbelievable.

I can't stand it anymore.

(Crying)

We have to leave this house.

You know I mean it.

It doesn't matter
if no one buys it.

Leaving here is all
that matters now.

(Crying)

No.

It wouldn't be right.

We can't give up the sale now.

That money is the
kid's inheritance.

It won't take very long now.

He'll buy it.

And I know that all the
things that are happening here,

They're not directed toward us.

(Crying)

(Toy singing)

We might be able
to try to do it tonight.

Oh, shut up, Valentina.

Are you joking?

It has to be the real day of
the sky and Earth holiday.

And it has to be
either midnight or noon.

Well, I'm not so sure.

- Shh. Let's go to bed.
- OK.

Toy singing: Because this is the
day of the sun and Earth holiday...

- Good night.
- Night.

(Eerie music)

Hurry. But don't make any noise.

Shh.

The coast is clear. Let's go.

Sarah, do we really have
to put these things on?

Of course, silly.

If you don't have masks on, the spirits
of the air and the Earth won't come down.

And afterwards, we have
to add two more candles,

If that's what the spirits say.

Right. Now, let's
go over it again.

What are you going to ask the
spirits on the Earth and in the air?

We have to ask if they'll
pray for Mama and Papa,

And for our little doggy.

And let them love
us and visit us.

You don't know this,
but if they're on the moon,

They'd find it easy
to get down to us.

I read it in that book.

Of course I know.

It's just about time.

(Dreamy music)

Kids chanting: This
is Marc and Sarah.

Today we celebrate your holiday.

Oh, spirits of the
air and of the Earth.

Please listen to our
prayers and grant our wishes.

Listen to us, spirits of
the air and of the Earth.

Listen to us and
grant our wishes.

May these candles that
are burning our hands,

That are burning them terribly.

Serve to let us see soon again,

Our Mama, our Papa,
our Grandparents,

Uncle Joe who died last August.

And if you can manage I,

Our little dog, Bananas.

But please let us see
Mama and Papa soon.

We must stand alone.

Please grant our wishes.

We know you're
listening to us right now.

And you know Mama
and Papa are listening too.

Grant our wishes.

They're there in
the garden, you see?

What are they up to, though?

I think they're doing the
holiday ritual of the spirits.

Oh. The air and Earth thing.

The holiday of the spirits
in the air and the Earth.

It's a very ancient rite.

You mask up, you walk around,

And you call on whichever
spirit you need to talk to.

Kids chanting: And bring them
back soon. (Mystical music)

I know they'll be here, Marky.

Of course they will. The
spirits heard us, after all.

(Flames whispering, giggling)

Look, over there by the stairs.

The flames, the
flames have come back.

We made them come
back with our prayers.

You see them?

Sure.

Let's go with them.

(Flames whispering)

I told you we could count on
the spirits of the air and the Earth.

I wonder where
they're taking us.

They love us.

We can talk to them,
too. They'll understand us.

Take us with you, little
flames. (Flames whispering)

Please take us with you.

You waited such a long
time to come back to us.

Don't leave us alone anymore.

Take us with you
wherever you're going.

We want to stay
with you forever.

Don't leave us alone
like you did last time.

We want to be with you forever.

Carlo: What the hell?

This is absolutely insane!

We've got to help them!

Oh! My god!

(Soft soothing music,
flames whispering)

The flames have gone away.

But at least we got
rid of the grown-ups.

Feels good to get these off.

We did it. (Laughing)

They've gone to the attic.

Oh, Carlo.

Come on.

(Ominous music)

Well, we did a
really good job today.

(Wind blowing)

Oh, Marky, I'm scared.

(Dreamy music)

(Loud buzzing)

I can't see anymore.

I'm going blind!

- Help!
- Marco! Sarah!

Open up!

I can't see a thing!

I can't see a thing!

Sarah: There's too
much light in here!

- Kids: Help us!
- Oh, god.

Can you please hurry?

Hurry, darling, for god's sake!

(Kids crying)

Marcia: We'll be right there!

My god, it broke.

- Roberto: We're coming, babies.
- Mary: Sarah!

- Roberto: Wait for us.
- Mary: We're coming back.

- Roberto: Sarah, Marc, we're coming.
- Mary: We'll be there soon.

- Mary: We're back.
- Roberto: Wait!

(Mystical music)

Roberto: Here we are.

Mary: Sarah, we're here now.

Papa!

Mama!

Sarah: Spirit's
granted our prayer!

You hear that?

They're talking and
there's no one there.

Sarah: You... I knew
you'd come back!

I knew it!

I told Marc, but he
didn't believe me!

Marco: I did too. I
knew you could hear us!

- Mama!
- Papal

It was a long hard trip
for us to get here, babies.

But now that you're here you've
got to stay forever and forever.

Don't go anymore, Papa, please!

When you were on the
moon, we were so lonesome.

We cried all the time.

Don't go anymore, please.

Nothing to worry
about, I promise.

Now that we managed to find
you, we'll never leave you again.

We'll always be
together, alright?

Always forever?

Yes. Now, yes.

We'll never be away
from you. Never again.

Marc, when did you begin to
understand that the little flames were us?

From the very first. Honest.

I was never scared of them.

Aunt Marcia!

Uncle Carlo!

What happened to
your hand, Uncle Carlo?

Did you hurt yourself?

Marco!

- Let's go.
- OK.

Mama and Papa
are waiting for us!

There they are!

Mama, will you tell me the story about
the three little bunny rabbits, please?

Of course, darling.

(Birds chirping)

Will we be gone for very long?

No. Not very long at all.

Don't believe him.

Grown-ups are all liars.

Uncle Carlo, are
you taking us away?

Are you moving us to
another house? Tell the truth.

You mustn't, Uncle Carlo,
we want to go on living here.

(Engine starts)

- Where are you going?
- Let's get out!

Get back in the car. Get in
right now. (Kids protesting)

Now, that's enough
of this foolishness.

If you behave yourselves, I'll let
you sit in the front seat later on.

- I said move, move! The two of you, go on!
- I hate both of you!

There isn't a grown-up in the
whole world who can be trusted!

Who told you that?

(Sad ominous music)

Kids: Bye, Mama!

Bye, Papal!

Bye bye, Papa! Make
us come back soon!

Wait for us!

We'll be back. (Laughing)

Thank god.

(Car jostles)

- All we need.
- Why are you stopping, Uncle Carlo?

Can't see a thing.

A fog.

Just came out.

And behind us, there's
nothing but sunshine.

- That's right. There's no fog behind us.
- Yeah, look!

Marcia: This is like the
beginning of a nightmare.

Let's go. Come on.

(Engine revvs)

(Kids giggling) Marcia:
My god, what's happening?

Marco: This is fun.

- Oh, we're not moving.
- We're just hanging over a hole!

Kids: We're flying!

Kids: We wanna go back to
the sunshine. (Dreamy music)

Carlo: This is insane.

And that's enough out of
the two of you back there.

(Kids singing, taunting)

Marcia: There's only
one thing to do, Carlo.

Turn around. We've got
to go back. (Kids laughing)

Marco: We're fogged in!

We're not going anywhere.

Look at that.

(Kids laughing)

Marcia: I give up.
They've beaten me.

- Let's go back. We have to go back.
- Oh, boy. Look at that.

Carlo: Oh, my god.

Oh, thank you, Uncle Carlo.

- I knew we'd be going back home! I knew it!
- Please quiet down, babies.

You're Aunt Marcia
has a terrible headache.

Marco: Oh, boy.

Marco: Did you get your headache
because you were scared of the fog?

Sarah: Grown-ups
are such scaredy cats.

Marco: I wasn't scared.
Not for one single second.

I'm never, never, never
scared. (Mysterious music)

Sarah: Can we come
up front now Aunt Marcia?

Carlo: (Sighs) Want
me to stop the car?

Marcia: You
know, that's alright.

I can handle it like this.

Carlo: There you go.

Marco: Now that
we're going back home,

We're never, ever going to leave
it again, are we, Uncle Carlo?

Carlo: (Sighs) We'll
see, kids. We'll see.

Marco: Mama and Papa
don't want us to leave.

Carlo: Anyway, here we are.

Marcia: Out you go, you two.

(Kids laughing)

- Come on, Marc.
- Here I am.

Kids singing: We've
come back home again.

We've come back home again.

We've come back to Mama.

We've come back to Papa.

(Ominous music)

Marcia: We've got
to do something.

Mama, Papa, where are you?

- Mama! Mama!
- Papa!

Mama!

- Mama!
- Papal

Parents: Sarah!

Marc! Here we are.

We're here. We came
to you. (Kids giggling)

Separating us isn't
easy for anyone.

And it's going to get
harder and harder.

I wouldn't be surprised
if they never did it again.

Sarah: Then don't
send us away anymore.

Nobody can separate us.

Sarah: Ah, thank you.

Thank you, Mama.

Sarah, my little
sweetheart, I love you.

Mary: I'm so glad
you wanted us back.

(Eerie music)

Roberto: Here you go, pal.

Thanks, Papa.

Would you like some more, Sarah?

Oh, yes, I'm so hungry.

I told Sarah that you'd manage
to get the letter somehow, Mama.

Of course I managed
to get it, darling.

It was addressed to me.

You were in too
big a hurry, darling.

We ran the risk
of frightening them.

No, I wasn't frightened
at the flames at all.

Only in the attic, I guess I did get
frightened just for a minute, though.

I know it and I'm sorry.

But it was the only way
that first time, sweetheart.

It was a terrible thing for
me to see you crying like that.

And I wasn't able
to come help you yet.

Yes, terrible for us.

Well, if we could help you,

It was worth all the
crying. (Roberto laughs)

Mama, Papa, can you
really tell the future?

Of course, sweetheart.

We know everything.

The past, the
present, and the future.

In that case, would you tell me what's
going to happen to me in the future?

Well, first you tell me what you
want to be when you grow up.

I want to be an orchestra
conductor. (Laughing)

(Sniffling) We have
to help them, but how?

Tell me what I can do.

I don't know any
more than you do.

(Laughing)

Hey, Bananas! Where you going?

(Laughing) Come here!

You can't be sure of what
you're saying, can you? Huh?

That they speak with
bushes and with armchairs.

I'm afraid they're going
out of their minds, darling.

And this house is going to
drive me crazier than they are.

Higher, Papa, higher!

Hold on tight!

Bananas! Aren't you gonna
help us push? (Laughing)

Look how strong I am, Papa.

Roberto: Hey, it's
Hercules in person!

Higher! Higher!

Higher, higher!

Marco: Hey, Daddy, you're gone.

Sarah: Aw, they'll be back.

OK, you push me now.

No, no, I still want
to go on. (Laughing)

Come on! Push, push!

- Higher!
- Right, that's the way.

Wooo! (Laughing)

I always wondered why my
sister, Marcia, married that moron.

We really left them in the
worst hands possible, didn't we?

You're right. I wish we
could do something about it.

But in our current state...

(Sighing)

- Marky, look!
- What?

Mommy and Daddy have gone.

They'll be back soon.

I know that, stupid.
Push me higher.

It's all too absurd.

These are mysteries
I don't understand.

We've got to find someone
who will explain them to us.

And we've got to find them fast.

The man I was telling you about
is the only one who can help us.

(Peaceful music)

Carlo: I hope I've made
the right decision after all.

They say he's an
incredible medium.

I saw his experiments in
parapsychology over at the university,

But nothing more than that.

He gave everyone the impression
of having an incredible interior force.

And he's certainly one of the most
important names in the world in his field.

Well, even if it's all hokum, I
guess he can't hurt anything.

There is one reason why
I always win all my battles.

It is a weapon
not everybody has.

Most people have an
absurd, infantile fear of ghosts.

But I scorn them, and
that is my secret weapon.

They are very weak beings,
capricious and inconstant.

Treacherous at
times, and faithless.

There is only one possible
thing to do with them.

Send their souls to the pit!

We don't know
that they're spirits.

I mean, it hasn't been shown.

It does not need to be.

Not in a place that carries
the stench of the spirits.

I could tell the second
I came into your home.

(Ominous music)

Mama, how did you know that I wanted
to talk to you for a while all alone?

What kind of mother would I
be if I hadn't understood that?

Marky's still just a
baby, and besides,

I think women
understand each other.

I wanted to tell you, I
think they know you're here.

I know.

They're gonna make a...

You know what I mean.

A spiritualist
seance, it's called.

There's nothing wrong
about being a spirit, you know?

Above all, when you
don't harm anybody.

And we wouldn't hurt anyone.

I suppose you're scared
of that man in black.

(Laughs) Not even a little.

He got a swelled head because
he's had a few successes.

But your father and I
are strong, my darling.

It's your love that
makes us strong.

We start a conflict between
the forces of the paranormal.

You will see a true
battle between the spirits.

And their flesh and
blood challenger.

If the living man wins,

He can impose upon the
spirits the force of his will.

He can oblige them
to leave at once.

And never allow them to return.

His task is to free you
of their presence forever.

(Chanting in foreign language)

Dwellers in the shadow,
spirits without peace...

I order you to leave.

You are not welcome among us.

You have profaned your tombs.

You have disturbed our rest.

We will not allow you
to stay here any longer.

You will be thrown down
by the force of my will.

(Chanting in foreign language)

Oh, spirits, living
in this place,

I now order you to appear.

(Clattering)

(Wind blowing)

- Roberto: We want our babies. Where are they.
- Mary: Sarah! Marky!

- Mary: Oh, you mustn't! Please! Please, no.
- Roberto: Come here. Come to me.

Medium: You do not frighten me.

Your pathetic force
is useless against me.

And I order you to leave
this house in peace now.

It will never be your place.

The only place spirits
may call their own

And establish their miserable
dwellings in is the land of the dead.

Free the earth from the
stench of your ignoble souls!

Mary: We came back
for the love of our children!

Roberto: Our children need us!

Our children need our love.

They need us.
They need our love.

Did you hear that? It's them.

It's Mary and Roberto.

Mary: You will not win.

You will not send us away.

The power of love
is greater than yours.

Greater than anyone's!

And love is something you are
totally ignorant of! (Marcia crying)

You will not win.

Medium: You prattle of love
and you show your weakness.

Beings as foul as you
can know nothing of love.

(Clattering)

Roberto: You pitiful old fool.

Your arrogance is insane.

You don't even know yourself.

How can you pretend to know
the hereafter? (Intense music)

We are going to play.

Are you ready?

Whenever you say.

Alright. I accept your terms.

You demolish the house and
then you pay us for the land...

Hmm. I'd pull this house down
without charging a plug nickel.

I just found out I'm going to
need a cane for the rest of my life.

Go ahead.

Get a move on. Come on, Jack.

Everyone out of the
way of the bulldozer!

We'd better begin. Come on.

We don't have much time to finish
the lean-to before they kill our house.

Yeah, we have to have another
place ready for Mommy and Daddy.

(Engine growling)

(Loud crash)

Idiot!

What the hell do you
think you're up to?

Have you gone out
of your stupid mind!

No, there's something in the
controls that ain't working right.

Hold on. I'll try it again.

Just a second.

(Playful music)

Hey! You idiot! Stop that thing!

(Laughing)

Sarah, look!

(Laughing)

(Coby yelling)

Coby: Pull a wire, anything!

Get the man in black! Go!

(Medium shouting, cursing)

This way! That way!

That way!

Oh, fat sausage
is funny! (Laughing)

Kids: Hurray for
Mommy and Daddy!

(Medium chanting)

They're making doo doo out of
Sausage. He's scared! (Laughing)

(Coby yelling)

(Somber music, laughing)

Kids: Mama! Papa! We're coming!

Here we are!

Why are you all transparent?

Oh, babies. It was so difficult
for us to stop that bulldozer.

The house that
you built for us...

Is lovely. It really is.

We'll visit it in a while.

Medium: Stupid little spirits,
you bled right into my hands!

I knew ahead of time you
would not let the bulldozer run.

You have a great
deal of the spirit's force.

Boundless energy.

Only you are weakened.

Through today's
little exhibition...

You did just what I
wanted, just as I directed.

At this point, to get rid
of you will be child's play.

(Thunder rumbling)

Mysterious woman's voice:
Do you want your dear Mommy?

Do you want to hear
her sweet words?

By these bones, blood,
agony, death, death!

Mysterious man's voice:
Out of this house, all of you.

Out of this house.
Go away. Go away.

Out with you, spirits of
the woods. (Wind blowing)

Ghosts of the slimy swamps!

You too, I command it!

Free this house forever of
the worthless spirits inside it!

Woman's voice: Out! Out!
Out of here! This is ours!

- Go away, darling. You've got to get out.
- What's wrong, Daddy?

- Don't worry about us. We'll be fine.
- What do you mean?

Come on, Sarah!

I want to stay with you.

No, darling. You have
to go. You have to. Go on.

(Thunder rumbling) No!

Hurry up, please. (Medium
chanting in background)

- You've got to!
- You must hurry, babies!

You must get out of
this house! (Kids crying)

Kids: It's not fair! Please
don't make us! (Crying)

Get out of this house!

Woman's voice: Out! Out!

Stop, Sarah.

We're leaving Mama
and Papa all alone.

(Thunder rumbling)

You're right. We
mustn't do that.

We've got to go back
upstairs and help them.

- Man's voice: Don't move another step.
- Who are they?

- Woman's voice: This house doesn't belong to you!
- Who are those voices?

- Woman's voice: It never will!
- We've got to- we've got to go.

Hurry. Hurry, Marky.
(Woman laughing)

(Ominous music)

Man's voice: Naughty children,
wicked children. (Laughing)

Mommy, Daddy, we
can't see you anymore.

We can just barely hear you!

Mary: We can't see you
anymore, either, babies.

And you sound very far away.

There are too many voices
here, too many others.

Run away, babies. Run away.

Roberto: Run away,
Sarah. Run away, Marc.

Don't stay in this house
one more second! Run! Run!

- Hurry, hurry!
- Yeah!

This way.

Man's voice: Get out
of this house. It's mine.

Damn nuisances!
Why are they here?

Woman's voice: I know
why, the little beasts!

They want to steal my letters.

They won't get them.

Man's voice: Dinner is served!

Woman's voice:
Please help yourself.

There's poison enough for all.

(Spirits laughing)

(Crying)

Woman's voice: You
can't have my toys.

- Woman's voice: But you can die instead!
- Sarah, are you scared, too?

Woman's voice: Die.

Die! (Laughing)

Man's voice: Of
course they will die.

Woman's voice: Give me
back my letters. Give them back!

No!

Come on, Sarah. We've
got to get out of here.

Daddy, Mommy, where are you?

(Crying)

(Grunting)

(Heart beating)

- Do you see that?
- Yeah.

(Gasping)

(Heart beating louder)

(Laughing)

Oh, they've come back.

Children.

What did you put
in your pockets?

We all saw you
do it. Let me see.

Nothing.

Liars.

(Screaming)

(Kids giggling)

(Screaming, kids laughing)

(Mysterious music)