The Amityville Curse Page #3

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Well ...

this place kinda remind you of a certain...

ah... student hangout.

What was the name of that place?

What? Wasn't it Sullivan's

or Mullagan's or something like that?

Collagen's, that's it.

- Yeah, we closed that place down

a couple of times, didn't we?

Abby?

Yeah.

You don't think I'm crazy, do you?

No.

I've got it.

- Oh, no charge, ladies.

Compliments from Mrs. Moriarty.

You don't really think

she's gonna come over here, do you?

You don't like her, do you?

She gives me the creeps.

Well, I mean it's not that big a

deal being a psychologist.

I mean you ...

you learn a lot about people, you ...

try to help people with their problems

" I do the best I can".

Here's to my assistant manager ...

the Blue Goose is turning down reservations.

I'll be right back.

Hey, Billy.

Tell me something. Do you really buy into

all this spirit in the house stuff, you know?

No, I do not. Buy it.

I know such stories are around,

but while I'm here.

Let me ask you.

Have either of you gentlemen ...

ever witnessed first hand

a verifiable paranormal event.

Let me put it this way.

Are you familiar with mass hysteria?

You're looking a mite peeked, dear.

Ain't you feeling well?

You scared me.

I seem to have an effect on

a lot of folks around here.

But they had seen what I've seen.

Think, my visions don't come from ...

from here, you know. They come from somewhere else.

- What're you talking about?

In life ...

he opened this house to the sinner.

And in death he still compels a sinner to come.

And he works through you.

What is this?

Hadn't that boy killed his family?

He was possessed.

This town is full of a lot of strange things.

Is that a fact!

Like that old house you

and your friends bought.

That old house ...

is not just bricks and boards.

It's got a soul in that house.

What anywhere's got is a lot

of town's people starting to

believe their own poll tales. Plain and simple.

So, who wants another beer?

I'll tell you one thing plain and simple, mister.

You don't know sh*t.

Frank?

Sweetheart?

Where are you, sweetheart?

Frank!

It's come back.

Knocking, then came those whispers.

Don't ever leave me.

Come on breathe. Just breathe and relax.

- Nice cold. - It's okay.

Nice cold bath.

It's the only thing that use to get rid of them.

I remember that as a kid. That's the only thing

that I absolutely remember.

Yes, I know. Don't worry, honey. I'm here now.

Point - one - one.

One - one - one.

I just don't understand

why he hurts so bad.

I'm worried, Marvin.

He was ...

yelling and cursing all night long.

I don't know what's happening to him.

Migraines will do that. I know

couple of specialists I can recommend.

Morning.

Oh, do you want some coffee?

No, thanks. Maybe I'll take it

when I get back from my run.

Do you need anything from the Seven Eleven?

I'm gonna stock up on Raid.

No, as a matter of fact I was gonna go and

get some fresh bagels and the Sunday

Times. Is that everything you need?

Is Deb all right? She seemed pretty

weirded out when we got home last night.

She's okay.

A few minutes ago she was still sleeping.

How about you?

I had a rough night too.

I don't like being alone up there.

I could use a good woman.

Well ...

let me see what I can do.

Does she have her own sleeping bed?

One - one - one.

What does that mean?

Tell me!

What are you trying to tell me?!

Anybody home?

Kitty ran away again last night.

Where is everybody?

Oh, I guess they heard I was coming.

Kitty.

Kitty, are you down here in the basement?

Who's in there?

Father.

Father.

He's here, Father. I can feel him.

One - one - one.

Born November first.

Eleven one.

Not one eleven ...

one.

Please, what is it?

Merciful God.

It's you.

Please, what is it?

What is it?!

It's her glasses.

Oh, damn.

Would you mind not smoking?

I'll be upstairs.

Mrs. Moriarty was a church secretary

when this place was a rectory.

A rectory?

Didn't they tell you anything

when you bought this old house?

I, I wasn't particularly interested

at that time in the details of its history.

- So ...

What did they want for this old place anyway?

Want a mint?

No.

Never got to know the new

priest. Not alive anyway.

You said she was here yesterday?

She came by in the morning.

What's this about the priest?

Father Percheos.

Killed ...

Murdered ...

in his own confessional.

The priest was, was murdered here?

- No, not here.

In the church on the corner.

Hard to believe all this stuff is

still here after twelve years.

Whoever did it, he was confessing his sins.

Shot him point blank.

Right between the eyes.

Nine o'clock on the Sunday night.

Can you imagine that?

Archdiocese had to close the church after that.

They moved what they could down here.

Lots of the priest's stuff too.

No family ...

where ...

none that we could find anyway.

Some say that everything

about this place is cursed.

My bet is that ...

old lady started that one.

She ...

got a bit of a loose screw

after she found the body.

That's funny.

I know I didn't shoot the whole tape.

I'll send somebody by tomorrow

to bring the tape back, okay?

- But I'm sure we'll be leaving today.

Excuse me, sir, but a woman did die here.

And we may have a couple of questions.

- Krabel, I'll talk to you later, okay? - Yes, sir.

About the priest ...

you said ...

"Whoever did it".

Don't you know?

Didn't you catch the killer?

Well, from what Mrs. Moriarty

told me, we picked up this ...

half wit neighbourhood kid

who was always getting trouble.

And we found him hiding in

that oak tree over there.

Which wasn't hard to do, because

fool dog was running down below.

So, they did catch the killer.

Well, we think so.

Trouble is ...

hung himself the next night before we

could get a confession out of him. - No.

Debra, you're not supposed to be out here.

It's okay, inspector. She'll be okay.

The boy ...

Marvin, the ...

- Are you okay, Deb?

- Come on. Come on, sweetheart. It's okay.

That's the boy.

Debra ...

it was dark, she lost her footing.

She shouldn't have been

in the house the first time.

- She was drawn here like I was drawn here.

It brought us here, Marvin.

- Yes. What is it?

- The house.

Something about the house.

It's been trying to communicate

ever since we got here.

Even before, in my dreams.

- I won't listen to this nonsense

- The church ...

confession ...

man ...

everywhere.

You are hysterical.

Mrs. ...

Mrs. Moriarty said it

was working through me ...

for justice.

You have to listen to me.

Something's horribly wrong here.

Debra.

Debbie.

Where is the boy?

How could I have seen him?

You think you know better!

He's been dead for twelve years.

I'm in the tub.

Is that you, Frank?

You know, Marv, ...

this thing really sounded like a good idea.

I'd like you to look at something.

It's Debbie's journal.

But it's not Debbie's writing.

It's been a while since

I've tried to translate Latin ...

best I can make out, there

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