On Location: The Amityville Horror Page #2
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- 2005
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- In the basement.
Not the basement.
My office.
You listen to me.
You don't go down there.
Understand?
Guys, would you help me
with the groceries?
Go on, go help your mom.
I'm sorry.
Go on.
- How are you feeling?
- Good, good.
I found a babysitter off a board
at the grocery store.
Billy will love that.
How about we call her
the young-adult-sitter?
Where's Chelsea?
Where's Chelsea?
Chelsea?
Chelsea?
Chelsea!
Chelsea.
Hey, give me your hand.
Give me your hand, sweetie.
- Chelsea, go to George.
- Come on. Hey, give me your hand.
What were you thinking?
You could have fallen in the water.
Jodie wanted to see the boat.
Somebody should have been
watching you.
Billy, get up.
Billy, I gotta go pee.
Chelsea.
Goddamn it, Harry.
Seriously. You trying to kill me?
Come on, get away from there.
Hey, that's enough.
Hey!
George? Hon, what are you
doing down here?
It's the only place
that's warm in this damn house.
Somebody keeps opening
the windows.
What is that?
You tell me.
- Why don't you come back to bed.
- No, I can't sleep.
I'm sorry, baby.
Don't...
Don't talk to me like
I'm one of your kids, okay?
- What?
- That goddamn dog woke me up.
Billy's dog.
Found him in the boathouse.
- But you locked it.
- Yeah.
Hey, and guess
what I found in Billy's room.
You ready to talk
about those keys?
There's not a lot in this world can't
be solved with an apology, Billy.
I'm not apologizing
for something I didn't do...
...George.
Get to work, buddy.
"Get to work, buddy. "
"Katch 'em... "
George?
George?
George, you down there?
George?
What?
What's the matter?
Did you do that thing
with the magnets?
Nothing. Just seeing things,
I guess.
You look hideous.
You're rather repulsive yourself,
Mr. Lutz.
- Where's the babysitter?
- Babysitter?
Told you guys,
I don't need a babysitter.
- I'm old enough.
- Baby, I know you can...
I'm not letting her watch us. She's
not coming in, I won't let her. I won't.
- She's not coming in.
- Billy, listen to me.
- I won't leave you alone.
- I can't believe you hired a babysitter.
- I told you I was old enough.
- Hi.
- I'm Lisa, the babysitter.
- Great.
Can I take your coat?
Okay.
Hi.
I'm Billy.
You sure you don't want
a babysitter?
Would you like me
to show you around?
No, it's okay.
I know it already.
I used to sit for the Defeos.
Kind of freaky being back here.
I'm Billy.
Yeah, I got you the first time.
Have a good night, Billy.
This is just what we needed,
don't you think?
Yeah. Definitely.
You feeling all right?
You know what?
I feel better.
I think I just needed
to get out of the house.
Come on, drink up.
Are you trying
to get me drunk, Mr. Lutz?
That's the appeal of marriage, hon.
Hopefully, I won't have to.
Be right out.
Hungry?
Kid, you read my mind.
The kids, they're...
They're going through
a tough time.
I guess they're just
adjusting to everything.
Yeah, well, we all are.
Do you feel different?
What do you mean?
About us.
About me.
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
I feel like for the first time in my life,
I'm sure about something.
And that's you.
of my life making you happy.
Oh, boy, you know how
to turn on that Lutz charm.
Some people say his tongue is fake.
I think it's all him.
Got this at a pinball arcade.
Cool.
So do you French?
Do I what?
Kissing, tongues.
No.
Did your family know the Defeos?
- The who?
- The family that lived here before you.
No, we just moved here.
Well, you know what
happened to them, don't you?
No.
I really shouldn't be telling you this.
Your parents are gonna be pissed.
It's okay.
Stop. That's not how you play.
- I can't hear you.
- Stop it. Let me try.
You're killing him.
So this wack job, Ronnie,
the guy that lived here.
People in this town say
he heard voices telling him to do it.
The guy was a nut. I mean, first
he thinks his dog's out to get him.
So he kills it.
A few days later, he thinks his family
is a bunch of demons.
So you know what he did?
Wasted them.
How did he do it?
Do what?
You are way too young to hear this.
So cover your ears.
And don't listen.
A rifle.
He went room to room,
splattering their heads as they slept.
He killed his brothers
in this very room.
Right here.
In these beds.
It's kind of gross
Actually, it's f***ing sick.
Yeah.
I'm totally freaking you out, kid.
I suck at babysitting.
This was the little brat's room.
Jodie's.
You know, they found her in there.
- Jodie says you're a bad babysitter.
- Yeah?
Well, Jodie's...
What's the word? Dead.
Is not.
That little sh*t got me fired.
Dare you to go in there.
You give me your Kiss poster
if I do it?
Okay.
Okay.
You're going to make her mad.
Come on, guys.
Ha-ha, guys, this isn't funny.
Billy, Michael.
It's not opening. I can't open it.
- Unlock the f***ing door.
- There's no lock.
This isn't funny. Let me the f*** out.
Billy, Michael.
Let me out. Let me out of here.
Let me out of here!
What's going on?
Let me out.
Hi, Lisa.
Look what Ronnie did.
Let me out!
Let me out of here!
Let me out!
Help me. Let me out!
I saw Jodie.
I saw Jodie.
Who's Jodie?
The little girl.
She's dead.
She's supposed to be dead.
- It's one thing to pull a prank.
- We didn't pull a prank.
- It's another one to hurt someone.
- It was this house.
Shut up!
- George.
- I got this under control.
You don't have you under control.
What you guys did was wrong.
Stop it, Kathy.
Whatever you're doing...
...whatever you're saying
doesn't work.
From now on, I'm doing the
disciplining around here, end of story.
This house is bad, Mommy.
Michael, honey.
There's no bad houses.
There's just bad people.
Why didn't you tell us
about the people who died here?
- Where did you hear that?
- The babysitter told me...
...that two little boys died
in our room.
Goddamn babysitter's an idiot.
Get to bed. We'll deal with this
in the morning.
No, I'm not sleeping in that room.
It's gross.
- Me neither.
- Wipe that stupid look off your face...
...and go to bed.
Run.
Why all the yelling, Mommy?
It's nothing. It's over now, baby.
I need you to tell me
what happened with Lisa, honey.
Lisa was being mean to Jodie.
So Jodie hurt her.
- Jodie.
- It's okay, Mommy.
Jodie won't hurt you.
She thinks you're a good mommy.
But the man who lives here...
...she says he's bad.
She wants him to go away.
He makes her do bad things.
Move it...
...from there to there.
Go.
And, Billy, don't come in
until you're finished.
What?
Is this discipline or torture?
Thought it was meat loaf.
When the body suffers,
the spirit flowers.
It's what my dad taught me.
His dad's not around
to teach him that, now, is he?
Billy, why is George such a jerk?
He's not a jerk. He's a douche bag.
And a weirdo.
And a doofus and a dipstick.
Catch them.
Kill them.
Catch them.
Kill them.
Catch them. Kill them.
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