Amityville 3-D

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, it's Mommy.

Can you hear me?

I can't breathe.

Over here.

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!

One must... Stay where you are! Keep still!

Melanie, don't.

- Mommy?

- Ricky.

I'm here.

Ricky, where are you?

I'm here.

Where?

Look.

Mommy, I'm here.

Shut up!

Who are you people?

What the hell do you want?

Reveal Magazine. Congratulations.

You just made our next cover, Mr. Caswell.

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.

By the way, John, he's not my husband...

and poor little Ricky.

Sorry it took so long.

And 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 b*tch

connected with you.

This gentleman is Mr. David Cohler

of the District Attorney's office.

We took the liberty of telling him our plans

and he was kind enough to come.

If you have any questions regarding the law,

I suggest you ask him.

Emma! Come on!

You were very convincing, kid.

You almost had me fooled.

Thanks.

Elliot, it was a great help. Thanks for the tip.

It'll make a very interesting story.

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 the house.

If you're not in too much of a hurry,

I'd like to look around a bit.

Sure. We could use some pictures

of their equipment.

You know, the speakers, the amplifiers,

the mysterious balls of light.

You're crazy.

The master control

is probably somewhere in the basement.

- After you, Professor.

- All right.

I would imagine it's over this way.

Damn!

- It was the fuse box, I guess.

- Or worse.

The way the storm's been blowing,

it's probably just the lines down.

- That's true.

- Yeah.

- Maybe we should...

- Leave?

We might as well.

We can always come back tomorrow.

Sure. Okay, let's go.

You got the door?

- We all here?

- I'm here.

- Come on, John.

- Go ahead. You got me.

Come on, you're strong, John.

- Get it!

- All right?

Hello?

- Yes?

- I'm Sanders.

I'm the man who owns this palace.

How do you do?

Hi. Melanie.

- How do you do?

- How are you?

- Pleased to meet you.

- Nice meeting you.

How do I tell you?

When I rented this place to those people...

I had no idea that the... Look at this!

I mean, when you told me about this

on the phone, I was shocked.

I can imagine. Thanks for letting us

come over here like this today.

It's no problem.

Look at this box of tricks. That's...

- Help me! Please!

- Don't move!

- Don't let me go!

- Get him up!

Don't let me go!

We're gonna make it.

- All right. Up you go.

- You're okay.

- You all right?

- I guess 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.

Don't do that.

This is not for your magazine, is it?

You have some objection?

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.

Don't do that. Let's go outside.

I need some air.

Where does that penny-ante con man

get off accusing me?

I don't know about penny ante.

They must've pulled in quite a haul

over the last six months.

You can't connect me with it.

You have absolutely no proof.

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

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 whatever this is...

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 an ordinary, normal house.

It's nice-looking.

It's in fairly good condition.

And 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, very affordable.

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.

- I know.

- Spread my things out.

You need some space.

You need some peace and quiet.

- You've got it now.

- That's right.

You'll be able to concentrate.

Work undisturbed.

Get started on that great American novel.

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, we both made this decision together

because neither one of us were happy.

I have to get out of here. I have to get out

of my job. I have to change my life.

All right. 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 you?

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 see this house?

- As soon as you like.

There are lots of rooms.

Come over and pick one out for yourself.

Great.

Mr. Baxter?

Mr. Baxter? It's Sanders. I'm here.

Mr. Baxter?

Oh, God!

John?

- Hey, 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.

There's 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

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