All language subtitles for Amityville - 3D - 1983 - 1080p - Drama - Horror - Mystery

Good evening.

You're sure there's no danger?

I mean, after all
that's happened in this house.

That family murdered.

Evil or good lie
in our response to it.

Shall we begin?

Concentrate on your child.

Call to him, Mrs. Baxter.

Let him know that you're here.

Ricky?

Ricky.

Ricky, it's Mommy.

Can you hear me?

Huhh!

I can't... breathe.

No air.

Smoke.

Fire... help.

Help me.

The child has passed over.

The child has passed over in fire.

Now he is at peace.

Mommy, I'm here.

Mommy.

Ricky!

No one must--
stay where you are, keep still!

Melanie, don't.

Mommy.

- Ricky?
- I'm here.

Ricky, where are you?

- I'm here.
- Ricky.

Ricky, where...

Look.

Mommy, I'm here.

Uh!

Aw, shut up!

Who are you people,
what the hell do you want?

Reveal Magazine.

Congratulations, you just made
our next cover, Mr. Caswell.

You-- you have no right.
You can't do that!

Can't we?
We've got pictures.

We've got sound.

And we've got you.

Get out of this house.
You're trespassing.

Actually, we've taken care of that.

Um, by the way, um, John--
he's not my husband

and, uh, poor little Ricky...

- Sorry it took so long.
- No problem.

Now, who's this?

More trash from your damn
scandal sheet?

Mr. Caswell, let me introduce
Dr. Elliot West

of the Institute
for Psychic Research,

State University, Long Island.

I don't give a damn
where he's from!

I'm gonna sue the ass off you!

And every son of a bitch
connected with you.

And this gentleman is Mr. David Cohler
of the district attorney's office.

We took the liberty of telling him
our plans for tonight

and he was kind enough
to come along.

If you have any questions
regarding the law,

I suggest you ask him.

Emma!

Come on!

You were very convincing.

For a minute,
you almost had me fooled.

Thanks.

Elliot, it was a great help.

Thanks for the tip,
it'll make a very interesting story.

Well, I'm glad to be of service.

Actually, a crude setup like this
is pretty easy to spot.

The only thing remotely interesting
about it is, uh, the house.

In fact, if you're not
in too much of a hurry,

I'd like to look around a bit.

Oh sure, we could probably use
some pictures of their equipment--

you know, the speakers
and the amplifiers,

the mysterious balls of light.

They're crazy.

Well, the master control is probably
somewhere in the basement.

After you, Professor.

All right.

Well, I would imagine
it's over this way.

- Uh-oh.
- Oop, damn.

It was the fuse box, I guess.

Or worse.

The way the, uh, storm's been blowin'
it's probably just the lines down.

- That's true.
- Yeah.

- Well, maybe we should, um--
- Leave?

We might as well.

We can always
come back tomorrow.

Oh, sure.

Okay, let's go.

I'll get the door.

We all here?

Yep, I'm here.

Come on, John.

Go ahead.
You got me.

Come on, you're a strong man,
keep it up.

- Get it.
- All right.

- Hello?
- One--

- Yes?
- I'm Sanders.

I'm the man who--
Who owns this palace.

Oh, how do you do?

Hi, Melanie.

- Oh, how do you do?
- How are you?

- Pleased to meet you.
- Nice meeting you.

Well, I tell you, when I rented
this place to those people,

why the--
I had no idea that the--

I mean, look at this.
Look at this.

I mean, when you told me about this
on the phone, I was shocked.

Well, I can imagine.

Thanks for letting us come
over here like this today.

Oh, it's no problem.

Look at this box of tricks.
It's--

Oh! Oh!

Help me, please.
Jesus!

Don't let me go,
don't let me go, please.

- Picking him up.
- Don't let me go.

Almost made it.

Yeah, I'm okay, let me go.

You're okay, you're okay.

You're okay.
You're okay.

You all right?

Oh, so...

I guess this is what's supposed to be
the gateway to hell.

It looks convincing to me.

It's just an old well.

I never knew that was there.

I could have been killed.

Oh, oh, don't do that.

This is not
for your magazine, is it?

You have some objection?

Well, if it links me up with this,
I certainly do have some objection.

According to our information,
you are linked up with all of this.

That old man told you that?

He's a liar.

That-- don't do that.

Let's go outside,
I need some air, eh?

Where does that penny ante con man
get off accusing me?

I don't know about penny ante.

They must have pulled in quite a haul
over the last six months.

Well, you can't
connect me with it.

You have absolutely no proof.

All right, Mr. Baxter,
I'm a real estate agent

and I do a lot of business
in this area.

And I have a reputation
to protect.

I mean, if it ever came out
that I was connected

with, uh, whatever this--
It would finish me.

I bought this house cheap
because I thought it would be

a good investment once
all the panic had been forgotten.

Well, it hasn't been forgotten.

I mean, I can't even unload
the houses on either side of it.

Now, look at it.

I mean, it's--
It's an ordinary, normal house.

It's nice looking.
It's in fairly good condition.

It's built the way
they used to build them.

It's a steal.

Nobody wants it.

What are you asking for it?

It would be affordable,
uh, very affordable.

Uh...

You're serious, you're really
gonna buy that house?

If Nancy's lawyers leave me
with the price of a roof over my head.

What do you need
with a big old house?

Have you seen my apartment?

Yeah, but you haven't
even looked around.

There's better places.

Can't do much better than this.

The guy is practically
giving it away.

And why do you think that is?

Because some people are
so damn superstitious.

There's lots of fresh air,
trees, plenty of room.

The house itself is
a real Long Island antique.

It's wonderful.

I'll have a place to really work
for the first time in my life.

Oh, I know, sure,
I know that's what you need.

Spread my things out.

You need some space,
you need some peace and quiet.

- Well, you've got it now.
- That's right.

You'll be able to concentrate,
work undisturbed,

get started on that great
American novel.

Oh, come on, Nancy, don't make this
any rougher than it has to be.

All right.

Before, the word "divorce" was
something abstract-- a legal term.

And now it's real.

Look, Nancy, we both made
this decision together

because neither one of us
were happy.

I have to get outta here.

I have to get outta my job.
I have to change my life.

All right, fine!

Fine, if that's what
you have to do, then just do it.

Quit talking about it and do it.

Pack your bags,
pack your things, and leave.

Just leave.

Dad?

I didn't know
you were coming over.

- You know now.
- Hi.

Hi.

- Hello, Lisa.
- Hi, Mr. Baxter.

Do me a favor, will ya, huh?

Uh, help me pack this thing up.

Sure.

Yeah.

I hear you bought yourself
a haunted house?

I just bought the house,
not the ghosts.

So, when do we get
to come see this house?

As soon as you like.
There are lots of rooms.

I want you to come over
and pick one out for yourself.

Great.

Mr. Baxter?

Mr. Baxter?

It's Sanders, I'm here.

Mr. Baxter?

Mr. Baxter?

Good God.

John?

John.

John?

What happened?

Sanders... had a stroke
or a heart attack or something.

It was awful--
he died just as I found him.

John, I want to show
you something.

Look at this.

Look at this.

Look at that.

Something wrong with your film.

But just these frames?

Just these pictures
that Sanders is in?

What do you want me
to say, Melanie?

I don't want you to say anything.

All I want you to do
is acknowledge to me

that something weird
is going on here.

Melanie, Sanders was a sick man.

You only had to look at him
to see that he was sick.

Yeah, but don't you find that
a startling coincidence?

Yes, yes, that's exactly
what I think it is--

A startling coincidence,
nothing more.

Melanie, you know what
you're doing?

You're acting exactly how
superstitious people act.

I mean, that's what they do.

I don't know.

I don't see anything here
that would account for it.

And you think the camera
was working properly?

Mm-hm, it was.

All right, um, well,
what I can do

is send it all down
to the main lab--

Uh, pictures, negatives,
other samples of this photo paper--

Mm-hm.

Um, camera equipment--
All of it.

And if there is a physical explanation,
they'll come up with it.

And if there isn't?

Well, let's just wait and see.

Yeah, but just looking
at these photos

and knowing what happened
to Mr. Sanders--

Yeah, it-- it-- it seems,
uh, fantastic, I know.

It seems like
a convergence of events

that could only be, uh,
supernatural.

But, let me tell you, Melanie,
almost every day of the week

we get something in here,
some situation or phenomenon,

that's just as strange as this.

And in 97% of the cases
there turns out to be

a perfectly logical explanation.

And the other 3%?

The other 3% is why I'm here.

Tell me,
have you seen any ghost yet?

Not yet.

They're hiding.

Did you read the article?

In Reveal, yeah.

Now, just for the record,
not only haven't I seen a ghost,

but, uh, I've never talked to anyone
who's claimed to have seen one

who could last 20 seconds
with a lie detector.

How can you be so sure?

Experience.

Reveal Magazine has had me
in more haunted houses

and séances and psychic confrontations
than I could tell you about.

They've all got
one thing in common,

one unifying theme.

The exploitation
of the fear of death.

That's my room.

Well, don't you think
it's natural to fear death?

Wonder what's beyond it?

Yes, I think it's the most
natural thing in the world.

But I don't think
there are any answers.

Rationality doesn't apply--
Anything goes.

People like the Caswells use that.

And they prey on it.

It's a gross form of immorality.

Not that I'm some paragon of virtue.

After all, I work
for Reveal Magazine

and I'm in there exploiting
with the best of them.

Oh, I don't think
that's the same thing.

Well, that's what I keep trying
to tell myself.

Still, I think it's ironic
that this monument

to paranoia and fear
should now become home

for my new serious life.

Are you going to start
writing your book?

I'm gonna try.

So, madam,
which room is it to be?

Well...
I think this room.

I like it,
it's very interesting.

Sold to Miss Susan Baxter
for one enormous hug.

Hey, where are you going?

We got an article to lay out.

I'm sorry, hon, I-- I got
an appointment with an agent.

It's the only time
I could arrange.

- Agent?
- Yeah, Clifton Sloan.

He's an old friend of mine.

He told me if I was ever interested
in, uh, doing anything

more substantial, that I ought
to come and see him.

- The much heralded book.
- Right.

Why don't you come over
to my place around six

and, uh, we could work there.

Okay.

If I'm not back in time,
Dolores'll let you in.

Hello.

Dolores.

Is anybody here?

Dolores.

Oh, no! No!

- Dolores, Dolores!
- Yes, yes.

- Who are you?
- I'm Melanie.

I'm waiting for Mr. Baxter.

He's not here now.

I know.

Are you sure you have to go?

Oh, yes, I don't like
to be late getting home.

Mr. Baxter will be here very soon.

Oh, I hope so.

Then you better have this.

The fuse has been going out
all day long.

And the electric man hasn't come.

Um, you do know
where the fuse box is?

Yeah, down in the basement.

That's right.
Bye.

Ooh.

Dolores.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Oh, good.

Stay open!

- Is he okay?
- Are you all right, sir?

It's a miracle I wasn't killed.

What happened?

I-- I don't know.

It was inspected only last week.

- Uh.
- The notice is in the car.

You want to see it?

No-no, no, no, no, no.

Let me just catch my breath.

Well, okay, sir.

Some water?

Thank you.

Oh.

Oh!

Oh, shit.

Melanie?

Melanie.

Melanie, what happened?

No, no!

Don't you touch me!

- What's the matter with--
- Don't, just stay away from me!

- Melanie--
- Just stay away from me!

No! No! No!

Melanie!

No, no, help me, help!

Melanie.

Melanie, for God's sake.

What happened?

Get away, get away!

Do you want to talk
about it now, Melanie?

No.

Look, Melanie, I'm your friend.

Uh, we're partners, this is--

This is something
that happened in my house.

I have a right to know
what happened.

The-- the lights went out.

It was the fuses or something.

John, it was
the most horrible thing

that has ever happened to me.

The worst nightmare-- the worst
nightmare doesn't even come close.

And I will never go
into that house again-- never!

Melanie, when I got there
the lights were fine.

- The fuses--
- I don't care!

I don't want to hear
about it, John!

I don't want another one
of your rational explanations!

I know what I experienced
and I'm not crazy!

Look, Melanie, that house
has its own mystique.

Things happen in there
because people expect them to happen.

That was the basis
of the whole Caswell operation.

Don't insult me, John.

I'm not insulting you.

I'm telling you something
we both know to be true.

I don't know
what's true anymore.

Hey, why don't you just
get outta here.

I got my work to do.

Supposing I asked you this--

Why do you think whatever it was
that happened in there,

only happened to you
and didn't happen to me?

I don't know, John.

Maybe the house has
other plans for you.

What do I know?

I don't know!

Oh, for Pete's sake.

All right, that's it,
get her out of there.

That's enough,
you know what to do, Joyce.

And she's been in there
for almost 52 hours.

That's about the limit
for, uh, sensory deprivation.

Once you deprive the mind of all,
uh, the usual external stimuli,

it eventually, uh,
starts to improvise.

So, she's, um--
She's been in some kind of limbo?

Uh, yes, right, um,
there's no sight, no sound.

Nothing to touch
or taste or smell.

Under those conditions, reality has no
objective meaning for a person.

Some writer once said that reality is
the only word in the language

that should always
be used in quotes.

Um, look, Dr. West,
I-- I can come back.

- I... I don't have to--
- Oh, no, this is fine.

She's all right now,
let's continue.

I don't know what to do.

The thought of my daughter going back
in that house terrifies me.

Yes, uh, yeah, I know.

Well, uh-- all I can say is
that there's no evidence whatever

that anyone has ever been
directly harmed

by the kind of manifestation
we're talking about.

Uh, I'm sorry, I don't know
what that means.

Well, it means that whenever
there has been an injury or a problem,

it's always been because
of some secondary cause.

Like, uh, someone
running away in a panic

and falling down some stairs.

That's not exactly reassuring.

Oh, um, no,

I don't imagine it is.

I'm sorry, I-- I just don't have
the answers that you want.

You're looking
for a yes or a no.

I mean, wh-- when we talk
about spirits or ghosts,

I mean, what do we mean, really?

They may well be things
that people carry around with them.

And not things that could
possibly hide in a house.

On the other hand, uh,
certain houses

obviously do have an affinity
for, uh, activity.

- The Amityville house.
- Oh, possibly.

But so many awful things
have happened there.

There must be a reason.

Well, maybe there is,
maybe there isn't.

We just don't know.

What am I supposed to do?

I see.

I'm sorry.

I just don't think we should be here
when my father's not home.

Why not, why not?

You have your own key
and everything.

I'm just dying
to check this out.

I know, I know, it just
doesn't seem right, though.

Oh, come on, Susan,
what are you really afraid of?

I just told you.

Oh, never mind, come on,

I'll show you how stupid
you really are.

It's a house.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Did you know you could
have sex with a ghost?

Really.

Yeah, really,
I've been reading up on it.

Seems that it's happened
to a lot of women

and they all say
that it's fantastic.

What do you think?

I think you're weird.

Maybe that's why your father
bought this house.

Maybe he's got some
sex-starved ghost up there

with boobs out to here.

Well, somehow that doesn't sound
like my father.

Well, I've read all of his articles,
you know.

I know the whole story.

I know exactly where
all the murders happened.

Ron Defeo murdered his mother

and his father

and his four brothers
and sisters in this house.

God.

The master bedroom.

This is where he began.

And then right here...

he fired two more shots,

the sound muffled by the crash
of thunder outside.

And then he went upstairs

to the children's room.

Ron Defeo, possessed by the spirit
of the devil in this house--

Lisa, cut it out.

There's evil in this place.

I know, I know, let's go downstairs
to the basement.

Your dad wrote
that there's a dry well

that's supposed to be
the entrance to hell.

You really are a lunatic.

This is it.

Yep, here it is.

Here it is.

Come here, come here,
look at this.

He was burst open by some
colossal supernatural power

from the depths of the earth.

This is supposed to have been
an ancient Indian burial ground.

Their tortured spirits
are still down there

waiting to rise up
and reclaim their land.

Ooooh.

Ooooh.

Hi.

Oh, oh, Daddy, you scared us.

Not me.

- Why aren't you in school?
- Teacher strike.

Again?

Great house, Mr. Baxter.

I'll just put these back.

Try not to fall in.

I'm trying not to be
unreasonable, Susan.

Mother, it was no big deal.

Lisa's been bugging me
to see the house.

She's a fanatic about it,
so we went up there.

It was broad daylight,
there was no danger.

And Daddy knew nothing about it
until he came home.

- I'm sure.
- He didn't.

That's not the point.

- It's the place itself.
- You haven't even seen it.

I don't have to see it,
I know all about it.

Everybody does,
the place is infamous.

Only a man
with your father's colossal ego

would even
consider living there.

I do not want you going near it.

Is that understood?

- Is it?
- Yes.

I'm afraid, Susan.
It's as simple as that.

Ooh!

She'd been working late.

She wasn't coming to the house.

She was nowhere near the house.

You don't think it's odd
that two people,

both of whom were connected
with that house--

For God sakes,
you sound just like--

Like Melanie.

Look, John, it wasn't easy for me
to come here today.

But I think it's very important
that there be

no misunderstanding
between the two of us.

My daughter is the most precious
thing in the world to me

and she's not going back
in that house.

I've forbidden her.

She's my daughter too, Nancy,
you tend to forget that.

I'm not going to argue
with you, John.

I've told you the way
it's gonna be.

And I'm telling you that I have
something to say about this.

Fine, then say it to my lawyer.

- Basketball team?
- It was baseball.

- Baseball, basketball, he's five.
- He's pretty small.

Just-- do you see the abuse
that I take from these people?

Hey, you know,
I think your father's got

a lot of guts living
in a haunted house.

It's not haunted.

Come on,
all those people killed there?

You don't think there might be
one tiny little ghost lurking around?

All right, why don't
we change the subject?

What are you bothered about?

Nothing, I'd just like to talk
about something else.

Come on, Susan, don't be a drag.

Ooh.

You got one.

I say we put together a séance.

- Huh?
- Yeah.

- I mean it's the perfect place for it.
- No.

- Yes.
- Fantastic.

- Yeah.
- And your dad's not home today.

You already told us.

- Let's do it!
- No.

- Susan, we're doin' it.
- Let's go!

Okay, now--

The Ouija board only works

if everybody cooperates

and believes.

Now, put your finger
on the glass.

Everybody.

Okay, now we have
to agree on a question

and concentrate really hard.

And the spirits will answer us.

Okay, now, I'm gonna ask
the first question, okay?

Is there a supernatural presence
in this room?

- Hey.
- Shh.

How 'bout that.

You're pushing it.

I am not pushing it.

It was moving all by itself.

You could feel it, it was moving--
I was not pushing it.

- It was moving, yeah.
- Come on, Susan.

I got a good question.

Um...

Um, can it tell us what color
panties Lisa's wearing?

Come on, Jeff,
everybody knows that.

Up yours, darling.

All right, wait, wait, I got it--
I got the great question.

- Okay.
- It's great!

All right, is anyone
in this room...

gonna be dead before next year?

No.

No, don't ask
questions like that.

- Hey, she's really scared.
- I know.

- Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo.
- Stop it.

- Stop it!
- No, no.

- Come on, Susan, don't be that way.
- Come on-- you guys.

You guys, Susan is right.

No more stupid questions, okay?

You're ruining everything.

Now, you just ask the spirit
who it is and what it wants.

Okay.

Okay.

Is there anyone in this room
who is really in danger?

That's not what you said.

All right, one of you
is pushing it.

No, I...

Look, I'm not pushing it.

I'm not pushing it at all.

It was you.

- You pushed it.
- No, it wasn't.

Susan, what are you doing

throwing the glass
against the wall like that?

Hi, Carla, have you heard
from Lisa?

I think she and Susan
may be together.

Well, I asked her to come
right home from school.

She said she was going to,
but you know.

Never mind, I think I know
where she might be.

I'll call you back later.

Hey, Susan.

Hey.

Look what's over here.
Let's go for a ride.

Hey, check it out,
come on, let's go.

- Whoa, what do we got here?
- What kind of boat?

- Untying the boat.
- A sporting hull-- all right.

Let's go for a ride, girls,
come on.

- Will you be careful?
- Yeah.

Watch your step.

Whaa!
Be careful, Susan.

Here, let me get--
Let me get this closer.

There you go.

Whoo-hoo!

I'm drivin', buddy.

Will you be careful?
Make sure you're careful.

Good job!
Take it out.

Susan?

Why are you wet, what happened?

Susan?

I'm talking to you.

Oh, man.

What is the matter with you?

Susan, will you answer me?

Susan.

Susan.

Susan, unlock this door.

Susan, do you hear me?

Su-- Susan!

Susan.

- Susan, wake up!
- Oh, boy.

Susan! What happened?
Did somebody call an ambulance?

Yeah, we called, we called.

Susan, Susan, it's Daddy,
what happened?

The-- the boat--
She-- she fell out, I don't know.

Susan.

Susan-- oh, God, no!

No, Susan, please!

Susan.

Hurry up!

- Come on, get back.
- I hope she's okay.

One one thousand, two one thousand,
three one thousand...

John?

John, what's happened,
what's wrong?

Nancy... Susan.

Susan what, what about Susan?

Three, four--
Get anything?

Are trying to tell me that
that's Susan?

John, that's not Susan.

I just left her,
she's in the house.

Susan's in the house, John.

Pulse.

John, now stop it, don't.

- Don't, now let go! No.
- That is our daughter.

You cannot tell me that's Susan!
That is not Susan!

I just left Susan,
she's in the house.

And-- and she's changing.

She-- she's all wet
and-- and she's changing.

You cannot tell me that
that is Susan!

One one thousand,
two one thousand..

She's in the house, John!

- Four one thousand...
- Nancy!

She's in the house!
Come on, I'll show you.

Got anything there?

No pulse, continue CPR.

Susan, I want you
to come out here at once.

Do you hear me?
I want you--

Susan?

Susan?

Uh!

Why are you hiding
from me, Susan?

Susan, I--

I know you're here.

I know you're here, you're here.

Susan!

Susan!

Susan?

Susan, where are you?

- Susan?
- Nancy?

Susan, why are you hiding
from me?

Can't you--
For God sakes!

Susan.

Susan, where are you?

Nancy, would you stop this?
She's not in here!

I know she's here, I saw her!

- Will you stop it!
- Why don't you understand?

Why won't you
let me be with her?

She's not here, darling.

- I want to be with her!
- She's not in here anymore!

- She's gone!
- Leave me alone!

You don't care where she is!

I'm going up
to her room to wait for her.

Susan!
Susan.

What happened?

It's, uh, Susan--
She wants to show us she's here.

This is her favorite blouse.

We got it for her birthday last year,
remember John?

I think it's the colors.

I was thinking this year
maybe I'd, uh,

get her a cashmere sweater,
you know.

She needs sweaters.

Nancy.

You have to try to grasp
what's happened.

- What you say has happened.
- No, Nancy.

You're fantasizing.

None of this is real.

- You're fantasizing, John.
- You have to come to terms with that.

What I saw in this house
with my own eyes,

now, that is real.

What you saw is fantasy.

Fantasy is Susan drowned.

Is what you believe more certain,
more real than what I believe?

Who's to say?

You?

She wouldn't even go
to the funeral.

I don't know what to do.

Nancy needs
psychiatric help, but I...

I don't know how to handle it.

She won't see a doctor.

She won't even leave the house.

I'm worried sick about it.

I thought maybe you'd...

have a suggestion.

There's always the possibility

that she doesn't need any help.

I don't follow you.

Well, what if she really did
see something?

Not Susan perhaps,
but something.

What do you mean?

If you'll go along with me,
I'd like to try something.

It could be very helpful
to you, to me...

and to Nancy.

What do you got in mind, Elliot?

A scientific investigation of the house
for psychic phenomena.

I've got a trained team
and all the equipment.

We've investigated houses
a lot less qualified than yours.

What would be the point, Elliot?

Well, the chances are
we'd come up with nothing.

If we do, that might make it
a lot easier for you

to reason with Nancy,
given the support of our study.

Possibly, but I doubt it.

And on the other hand, if, uh,
if we do turn up something--

I mean, if there is some indication,
no matter how ephemeral,

that Nancy was right,

then we might be saving
her sanity.

I'll tell you something, Elliot--

After everything
that's happened,

I don't know
what the hell to believe.

Brian, I'm going
to need your help.

Bring it right over here.

There's some
heavy equipment in the car.

Joyce's job here
is to make sure that all the input

coming in to the main computer
gets properly recorded.

And she can also punch up
any of these images

or any computer data
that I might need

onto the monitors over here.

Just watch those cables
as you're coming over here.

See, this is where I'll be.

Now, that is
an ultrasonic sensor,

which will register, uh,
sound frequencies

undetectable to the human ear.

And this image is
from a thermal camera.

Dave, could you turn
the camera this way, please.

You see?

What it's doing is translating
temperature fluctuations

into, uh, a color-coded
visual pattern.

Elliot, would you check
the ultrasonic graph?

Something funny is happening.

Oh, yeah.
Okay, thanks, Dave.

And could you punch up the, uh, video
from the attic onto the big monitor?

Yep.

You see?

Oh, yes, I see the problem here.

We-- we just have far too much
activity on this graph, obviously.

So, um, what we want eventually,
is a straight line for the room tone.

The variable is much too active.

Um, just roll off
some of the highs, please.

Is this all right?

Very gradually.

Okay, now some of the lows.

Got it.

All-- all right, just keep
doing that-- back and forth.

Yeah.

Over here.
Put it up higher.

There we go.
Hold-- hold it right there.

I've got
the entire hallway covered.

Watch that meter.

You never believed
in this house, John.

Joyce, uh, give me
the attic on here, please.

Stand by.

What is it?

What's happening?

I've been hearing something.

I can't make it out.

Jordan, move in closer.

Put it on the speakers,
turn it up all the way.

Oh!
Wow.

I'm going up there, Elliot.

No, let it happen!

Mother.

Mother, I need you.

Please, Mother, come with me.

We'll be together.

- Come with me.
- Susan.

Come with me, Mother.

What is it?
What's it doing to her?

There's activity
in the basement.

Something's happening
at the well.

Oh, my God.

It's using Susan.

The well--
The force in the well.

It killed Susan and now it's
using her to get Nancy.

I'm not going
to let that happen.

No, John, don't!

Listen, we've got
to save Susan too.

We can release her,
I think there's a way.

You're crazy, Elliot.

No, listen to me,
you've got to believe me!

Now, just follow them
to the well.

Don't try to stop them.

Just follow them.

Susan.

- Susan.
- No, Nancy.

- No, it's Susan!
- Hold her, John!

Don't let her get any closer.

John, it's Susan, let me go!

Joyce, we gotta
bring out the source.

We gotta force it out.

I've got to confront it.

- Susan!
- Darling, you can't!

- No, it is Susan!
- Come out.

Susan!

Good God, Elliot!

Elliot!

Elliot!

Susan, get out, save yourself!

Susan!

Susan!

Turn around,
we're getting outta here.

Where's Dr. West?

Get out, everybody
get outta the house!

Come on!