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(thunder crashing)

(phonograph powers up)

(slow ragtime jazz playing)

(mechanical creaking)

(chimes tinkling)

(thunder crashes)

(thunder crashing)

(clock chiming)

(chiming)

(thunder crashing)

(muttering)

I'm sorry. We're closed.

Oh, but your sign says that you're open until 8:00.

I have to do inventory.

We thought we'd browse around a bit.

Dry off.

It's, it's a nasty night out there.

All right. I'll wait a few minutes.

Now, I don't want to hear a peep out of you, mary.

And don't touch anything.

Do you understand me?

Oh, look, darling.

He's got some georgian silver.

My mother had a complete georgian tea service...

No, no, little girl.

(couple conversing quietly)

(clatters)

These things are not to be played with.

I thought I told you not to touch anything!

Mary, you really should listen to your mother.

She's not my mother.

(thunderclap)

My real mother is dead.

Are you going to let her stand here

And talk to me like this?

Mr. Simms: No, uh, of course not.

Now, mary...

You haven't heard the end of this one, young lady.

Let her look around a bit, irene.

She'll be good. Won't you, honey?

(thunderclap)

Look at this little music box.

Let's have a look at it.

Come on.

(thunder crashing)

Mrs. Simms: Isn't that unusual?

Mr. Simms: Would you like it?

I'd like to buy you something, dear.

(gentle lullaby plays)

(lullaby continues)

(thunder crashing)

(lullaby fades, ominous music begins)

(thunder crashing)

(lullaby resumes)

(doll giggling)

(laughing)

Hello, mary, my name is vita.

You can talk.

I can do a lot of things, and so can you.

We're going to be the best of friends.

(laughing)

Hey, where's your parents?

This is no place for a little girl like you.

You better leave us alone.

You have a smart little mouth, too.

Go away.

You can have anything you want,

Mary.

(shrieking) ow!

Oh!

Where have you been, sweetheart?

We were worried sick about you.

Mrs. Simms: My god!

What happened to your dress?

It was brand new!

Well, some boys were picking on me.

She did it.

She scratched them and made them go away.

She's got quite an imagination.

Give me that doll.

How... How much is the doll?

I'd be glad to pay you for it.

No, you'll do no such thing. She's not for sale.

Nothing's for sale in here.

Now, you must get out of here quick.

Out, out! (gasps)

I've never been so insulted in my life.

(chimes tinkling)

No more, no more.

I'm not going to do your bidding no more.

I'm not going to be responsible

For the deaths of innocent people anymore.

(thunder crashing)

(glass shatters)

(wind howling)

(doors creaking)

(deep, sinister laughter)

(screams)

(sinister laughter continues)

(various radio stations tuning in)

(fast tune playing)

(thunder crashing)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(cacophony fades)

Merciful god.

(sizzling)

(screaming)

(screaming)

Well, you certainly picked a fine time to go away.

Darling, let's not start that again.

This company picnic means a lot to me.

All the top partners from the firm will be there.

I'll be back in time.

I'm only going for a couple of days.

Well, that's good,

Because I was planning on announcing our engagement then,

And it would behoove you to be present.

"behoove me"-- I love it.

Every time you get in a snit,

You act like I'm opposing counsel.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean that.

I just wish you'd get this darn

Antique store business over with.

Lloyd, you know I want to get it over with

As quickly as you.

I don't know why this uncle lewis left me the store.

I hadn't even met him, let alone this cousin

That I'm supposed to be sharing everything with.

Okay.

(lips smacking)

Maybe I can sue your cousin

For a greater percentage of the inheritance.

I can get in some litigation experience.

(clears throat)

(door closing)

(chimes tinkling)

Hello.

Anybody here?

(chimes tinkling)

Hello.

Oh. (groans)

(sighs)

(cackling)

(screams)

Oh. Ow!

Hey, hey, hey.

That hurt.

Don't tell me.

You're ryan dallion.

Yeah.

That's me.

Ryan the lion.

How'd you know?

Uncle lewis' lawyer told me you'd be here.

I'm your cousin, micki.

How do you do?

Michelle foster?

(laughs)

Michelle?

Geez. I...

I-I thought the telegram said michael foster.

I was expecting a guy.

Forgive me, please.

This, um, sure does change things, though.

Not really.

Place sure looks great, though, doesn't it?

It'll be a blast

Fixing this place up, hmm?

Already looks blasted.

Oh, great. No electricity.

(laughs)

Well, it'll be turned on tomorrow.

Where are you going?

To call my fianc�

To let him know I arrived safely.

Is that all right with you?

It's fine with me, sure.

Hope you can yell real loud.

Don't tell me.

Tomorrow.

Yup.

(sighs)

Something tells me you had a little turbulence

On your flight or something, hmm?

I've had a little turbulence all day.

Hey, hey.

Wow!

Uncle lewis must have been a blast

At Halloween, eh?

What kind of a man would be interested in stuff like this?

(sighs)

My kind of guy, huh?

Why do you think he left this place to us?

Oh, he didn't.

The lawyer said it was in probate.

We won by default.

Lucky us.

Would you look at this!

(ryan laughing)

Please god, let this be

The most fantastic car I've ever seen.

(sighs)

� laddle-di-duddle-di-duh, laddle-di-diddle-di-duh... �

� laddle-di-diddle- di... � ta-da!

Micki: Oh.

Thank you, god.

Hee!

The keys are in it.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

This place gives me the creeps.

Micki, come on, check it out.

Sit in the back seat.

(whistling a tune)

(wolf whistle)

Whoa! Not bad, huh?

Not bad.

Where would m'lady care to go?

Home, james.

And don't spare the horses.

(yowls)

(micki shrieking)

(grunts)

(sighs)

Oh! You know what that means.

Almost certain death.

(mewing)

Micki, it was just a cat.

Look, I don't care.

Let's get down to business.

I think we should first get an appraisal of this property.

What are you doing?

Don't you want to know what you inherited?

All the ins and outs, nooks and crannies?

No! I do. Look, this place is ours.

Good, bad, or indifferent, we own it.

Whatever's behind that door is ours.

Listen to me-- I'm starting to sound like monty hall.

(doors creaking)

(grunts)

Ryan: What did I tell you?

A veritable gold mine.

Unbelievable!

Oh.

I don't know, ryan.

Something doesn't feel right about this place.

(metal clanks)

What was that?

I'll check it out.

(doors creaking)

(metal clanging)

Micki: Ryan!

Ryan, stop fooling around.

Micki! Don't panic.

Ryan!

Ryan: Micki!

Micki?!

Micki!

(micki gasps)

(squeals)

Ryan: Micki!

Micki, don't panic.

(gasping)

(shrieks)

Micki: Ryan!

(screaming and sobbing)

Hey!

(micki panting)

Micki, micki, wait. Micki. Micki.

That's it. I've had it.

Micki! Micki, where are you going?

Micki!

Oh!

(creaking)

What's that?

Look, I really don't care.

No, no, no, no, no.

Let's take a look here.

What do you think this is?

It's a record of everything uncle lewis sold.

So what?

Micki, come on.

I almost suffocated down there.

All right, all right, so we got a few kinks to iron out.

And that's not all.

There was this doll...

What about a doll?

Never mind.

(sighs)

Hey, don't blame me for all this.

You really are a tight ass, aren't you?

(grunting) hey!

(shattering)

That's coming out of your share, okay?

Oh! Hey, hey, hey.

No, no, no, no, no.

You might hit me this time.

(both sighing)

Something tells me you don't want to run this store with me.

Look, ryan, this might come

As a great shock to you,

But I don't want this store.

I came here to sell everything off.

Sell it?

This has been given to us as a sacred trust.

Passed down from generation to generation...

Oh, cut the crap, ryan.

We didn't even know uncle lewis.

Thank god for that.

Okay. What if I don't want to sell?

Ryan... We're selling.

Over my dead body.

(sighs)

I don't know.

Maybe you're right.

Oh, it happens occasionally.

Hi.

Yeah, I never wanted to run a business anyway.

You get her name and number?

(sighs)

There's nothing wrong with running a business,

As long as it's not this one.

Yeah.

I hate this place.

Oh, yes, I know, I know.

200? But it used to cost a thousand.

Man: Yes, but it's gone down since then.

Excuse me.

I was here about six months ago.

You had an antique doll.

Its mouth moved like a puppet?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think we still got that.

Um... Mm-hmm.

This the one?

It sure is. How much is it?

Well, for you, I'll give it to you for, um...

I'm sorry, that's not for sale.

What do you mean? I mean it's not for sale.

I didn't know you were putting it out.

I'm really sorry.

Micki, what are you doing?

I can't explain it.

No. What... This is no go.

You said we got to sell everything.

This is everything, okay?

Thank you very much.

I can't tell you how happy

This will make my little daughter.

Ryan: Hey, our pleasure.

Mr. Simms: Will you take a check?

Ryan: Sure.

By tomorrow, we should have just about everything sold, hmm?

Just in time for you to go to that picnic

With perry mason.

(door creaking)

(chimes tinkling)

(distant rattling)

(whispers): What was that?

(whispers): Probably nothing, like before.

Well, then, why are you whispering?

(wood creaking)

Terrific! Now

We're being robbed!

Drop it!

(gasps) now!

(poker clanging)

Who are you?

Who are... Who are we? Who are you?

Jack marshak.

I supply this store with antiques.

You got a funny way of delivering.

This isn't a delivery.

It's more of a pickup.

Lewis vendredi

Always had a selective memory

About paying my invoices.

But about you...

You knew uncle lewis?

Uncle lewis?

That's right. He was our uncle.

You look too normal to be relatives of vendredi.

Why are you talking about him in the past tense?

Uncle lewis is dead.

Lewis, dead?

(sighs)

Your... Your uncle and I were boyhood friends.

I taught him his first magic,

Read him his first tarot,

Opened his eyes to the world beyond our own.

And, which one is that?

The world of spirits-- the netherworld.

Oh, you don't expect us

To believe that, do you?

You can expect me to believe that.

You may not want to.

Look, lewis was always deathly afraid

Of growing old, and he was passionate about wealth,

And those two things ruled him

Until he dabbled in things that I wanted no part of.

Like what?

Like dusins.

Devil worship.

Very good.

How did you know that?

Comic books.

Dusins is the name-- ancient name--

Given by the gauls for a demon or devil.

Jack: Yes, diablerie.

Lewis was always telling me

That he'd done his research,

And that he was ready to make a pact

With the devil-- something to do with his antiques--

In exchange for which, he would get immense wealth

And immortality.

Well, he couldn't have done that.

He wouldn't be dead, would he?

It would seem so.

I suppose we'll never really know...

Unless, maybe, he left some kind of record

About what happened to his antiques.

Guess what.

You found something?

(creaking)

Ah...

So, the manifest came from up there?

Yeah, yeah, what are...

What's all the hieroglyphics on the side, though?

Theurgical runes of the demogorgon, my boy.

That's black magic.

Lewis always liked secret compartments.

He had another one over here somewhere.

Ah.

What's all this?

Oh.

What is it? What's wrong?

Oh, look up in the manifest for me, will you?

See if... If there's any metal weathervane

That was sold this year.

Uh-huh, mm-hmm. What date?

Um, may 29.

On may the 30th, a man was struck by lightning

Putting up a metal weathervane.

What about a 17th century ball gown

In white, trimmed with lace?

Yeah, there's a ball gown.

What date?

March 14.

March 16, a woman died in a horrible fire

Wearing that at a ball-- he made the pact.

And there's many more.

We're into some heavy-duty stuff here.

Come on, this is ridiculous.

If he had made this immortality pact with the devil,

He'd still be alive, wouldn't he?

Unless he tried to get out of it.

You don't break a pact with the devil.

Why? Uh, what happens?

Belial, satan...

He wins both ways.

In this case, lewis lost his life,

And the antiques remain cursed.

What about the antiques we sold?

Those, too, I should think.

The doll.

What doll?

The doll we sold.

The doll in the vault.

What are you talking about?

I thought it was my imagination,

But that doll turned and stared at me

Like it was alive.

Mary: Oh, wow!

Thank you, daddy.

Mary.

Let's not let your mother know about this, okay?

Okay.

Can you still talk?

I can still do everything, mary, and more.

Mrs. Simms: Harold, that daughter of yours

Left her bicycle in the driveway again.

What about her?

We can do anything we want.

(chuckling)

(crickets chirping, dog barks in distance)

Isn't it just like you

To buy the child a present when she doesn't deserve one?

But she liked it so much.

You know, when I first married you,

That child was spoiled rotten.

All she had to do was snap her fingers,

And you'd jump.

She just lost her mother.

I... I tried to make up for it.

How do you expect a child to appreciate anything

When she doesn't earn it?

It would break her heart

If I take that doll away from her now.

Let me handle it.

(sighs)

Did you find it?

No.

Here it is-- it's got the address.

I've got my coat.

You coming, jack?

No, there are still things in this manifest

That disturb me deeply.

There's a card reader I know,

A medium.

May be able to shed some light.

You do know that it's not too late to go home

And forget all of this ever happened.

No, I'm not going to think about going home

Until we get it back.

I'm not totally convinced about this curse thing,

But if there's the slightest chance

That you're right,

A little girl has that doll.

(music box plays lullaby)

Are you having fun?

Uh-huh-- are you?

Lots.

You know...

Your mommy's really very mean to you.

She's not my real mom.

(sighs)

I hate her.

Oh, I see.

She doesn't let you buy as many toys as your daddy, does she?

Nope.

She didn't even want me to have you.

Hmm, I think that maybe she should be punished, don't you?

Okay, who wants some more cake?

Nobody can have any if they've been bad.

What do you think we should do?

I think we should...

(door opening)

Mary.

I want to have a little talk.

No, I'm having a tea party with my friends.

Don't you speak to me in that tone of voice, young lady.

I don't hate you, mary.

I don't like the way you've been acting very much.

All right.

Then I'll clean up my room.

I'm sorry, it's too late for that.

Now, you left your bicycle down on that driveway again

After you promised me not to.

I'm going to have to take away your new doll.

No. Yes.

Now, you can have her back in a week

After you've had some time to think about

Keeping your promises, mary.

No, you'll never take her away.

Mary, give me that doll.

Mary. Mary, you give me that doll this instant.

Now, you get in your room, young lady,

And you stay there!

(sighs)

(closet door creaks shut)

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

No.

At least we have one thing in common.

All right, that's it.

You're asking for it now.

Give me that doll.

(eerie lullaby plays)

Mary, did you hear me?

I said, "give me that doll."

(hissing)

(gasps)

(screams)

(lullaby continues)

(dog barking)

(garbled radio transmission)

Looks like we're too late.

Excuse me.

Do you know what happened?

She fell down the stairs.

It's awful-- such a nice family.

Ryan: There she is.

With the doll.

Don't be afraid, I'm your friend.

We just want to talk to you for a minute.

You're not a friend.

Go away.

(hissing)

(siren blares)

(dog barking)

Woman (over p.A.): Dr. King to reception.

Mr. Simms: I'm here, sweetheart, I'm here.

Where am I?

You're in the hospital.

I fell.

Where's mary?

Sh-she's right here. Where's mary?

Don't try to talk.

Let me call the doctor.

Kill her.

Quick.

(mrs. Simms whimpers)

No...

No!

No! Oh, please!

(lullaby plays)

(cries): No.

(gasps)

� �

(gasping)

(gasping continues)

(monitor flatlines)

(lullaby resumes)

Oh, my god...

(cries): Oh, my god.

(mary laughs)

(lullaby continues)

(laughs)

Woman (over p.A.): Jean short, pcc, call nine head station.

Excuse me.

Could you direct us to mrs. Simms' room, please?

Are you friends or relatives?

Yes, we are.

We're mrs. Simms' niece and nephew.

Is something wrong?

Nurse: I'm afraid that mrs. Simms passed away last night.

She had a cardiac arrest.

I'm very sorry.

Woman (over p.A.): Nurse edward to ward five.

Ryan, I'm getting really scared.

We have to tell jack. We can't!

He's off looking in his crystal ball or something, remember?

Well, what are we going to do?

Somebody could be in the same boat

As mrs. Simms right now.

(birds twittering sweetly)

Thank you for coming over

On such short notice.

I have to make the funeral arrangements,

(voice breaking): And I...

It's all right.

That's what neighbors are for.

You'll be okay.

It's not me I'm worried about.

Poor mary.

She's lost two mothers now.

You go on.

I'll take good care of her.

(car door closes, engine starts)

This is herbert.

Now vita, say hello to herbert.

Herbert, say hello to vita.

(laughs)

Okay, there's tigger.

Vita, I want to show you tigger.

Okay. Say hello, tigger.

(mary growls)

And that's tigger's mommy,

And... That was my...

Sixth dolly.

� mary had a little lamb... �

I'm having so much fun.

Just like you said I would.

� little lamb �

� mary had... �

We want some more chocolate chip cookies.

Well, mary, you've eaten

Almost the whole package.

Don't you think that's enough for now?

I said,

"we want some more cookies."

And now!

Honey, I know you're

Feeling upset.

I just didn't want you to have a stomachache.

Well now, maybe it would be a good idea

If you had a little nap, sweetheart.

You'd feel much better.

We're not sleepy.

We want you to go away and leave us two alone.

Well, you know I can't do that, honey.

Now, I really think you should lie down for awhile.

Go away!

Get out of my house!

Calm down, mary.

(whispers): You know what to do, mary.

(eerie lullaby plays)

(vita hisses)

Oh! Oh!

Oh, I don't know...

If this is such a great idea.

You saw what that doll did last time.

We sold it to this family. It's our responsibility.

Oh! Oh, stop!

Stop!

(hisses)

(grunting)

(hisses)

(growls)

(cacophonous growling, hooting and grunting)

(hisses)

(loud squawk)

(snake rattling and hissing)

(grunts, screams)

(muffled shouts)

Open up!

Help me! Help me. Don't go, mary!

(screams)

Oh, mary! Mary, don't go!

(muffled screams continue)

(grunting)

(snake's rattling continues)

(loud crash)

Check over there.

Ryan, down here!

(slithering rattle)

Oh, my god!

(moaning)

Oh, my god.

Are you okay?

What happened?

(continues moaning)

I don't see the doll anywhere. Where's...?

We need an ambulance.

Yes, we need an ambulance.

Uh, 33 nottingham way.

Micki: Look!

There she is!

No, wait!

Uh, yeah, sorry, uh...

(swing creaks)

Mary.

Do you remember me?

I was at your house last night.

You know why I'm here, don't you?

You want to take vita away.

No.

I don't want to take vita.

I have to.

You'd better go away.

Not until you give her to me.

(vita hisses)

Oh!

(laughs)

(eerie lullaby plays)

(laughing)

(hisses)

(gasps)

(hisses)

(gasps)

(giggles)

Mary.

Listen to me.

Please! Give me that doll.

Mary, this isn't a game!

Give it here.

Mary, it's not funny!

Mary, the doll's not your friend.

(grunting)

Give it!

Micki, don't let go!

Micki: Mary, give it! Listen to me!

Ryan: Give me the doll.

Micki, hang on. Hey!

(lullaby playing)

Give me the doll.

No! It's mine!

No! Micki!

(mary shrieks)

(lullaby stops)

(panting)

It's okay. It's all over.

Yeah? What about the other antiques?

(mary cries)

Ow! Poor baby.

Oh, baby.

Ow! Oh, you're going to be okay.

(cries) come on.

(door creaks)

Unfortunately, once the objects were cursed,

They can't be destroyed,

So that's the best place for them.

Locked away where no one else can get their hands on them.

And... Vice versa.

So much for innocent playthings.

What do you think's going to happen to mary?

Oh, a good shrink ought to be able to fix her up

In... 20 years.

Lloyd, honey,

We'll have to put the caterers on hold.

Yeah, it's got to do with the wedding.

No, I don't know how long.

Uncle lewis left his affairs in a terrible state.

Lloyd, darling, you don't understand.

I have no choice, I...

Lloyd?

(clicks)

Lloyd?

Maybe we should change the name of our place.

What do you think?

I've always been partial to the name

"curious goods," myself.

This means we have to get back

Everything uncle lewis sold.

Every pin, every tie tack,

Every stick of furniture.

Not to mention everything we sold.

Great inheritance, huh?

Where do we begin?

Oh, my god!