The Amityville Horror Page #3

"The voices.

The voices told me to do it. "

I heard them, Father!

I heard voices!

Then explain my hand

if you can do that.

Go on! Explain how

the car went out of control.

Father Bolen was with me.

You tell him.

The wheel locked,

and then the...

The wheel locked.

How about

a mechanical defect?

I'd blame Detroit

a lot faster than the devil.

Seems like every month

there's some kind of recall.

I see. We're just gonna

walk away from it.

Has that become

the fashion now, to cover up?

Nothing to walk away from.

- I think it's nonsense!

- There's nothing to cover up.

I think

it's bureaucratical bullshit!

What do you think I am?

I am not some

pink cheat seminarian

who doesn't know the difference

between the supernatural

and a bad clam.

I am a trained psychotherapist!

I went into that house!

What I saw there was real,

what I felt there was real,

and what I

heard there was real!

Gentlemen, I have a family

in my parish that's at great risk!

And they are facing

real danger.

Who the hell

do you think you are?!

You think your secular education

gives you the right

to question the Church?

Sit down!

Sit!

You haven't told us one thing

that can't be written off

as simple hysteria.

Even psychotherapists

lose touch with reality sometimes.

Your education

doesn't give you any immunity.

Father Nuncio and I

have seen our share of phenomena,

and never once did any of them

turn out to be Satanist!

Let's understand each other, Father.

To me, the Church...

It's my home.

The Church is my strength.

And I need her now.

And that family...

needs her... now.

Frank...

How long has it been

since you've seen your family?

What do you mean?

We think you

should take a vacation.

Good morning, Father.

Good day, Father.

You could do

with a haircut and shave.

- What do you think?

- Very uptown.

I thought you guys

had a small business.

Believe me, we do.

Getting smaller all the time.

What's the matter?

I don't want to go any closer.

Carolyn, what are you

talking about?

It gives me the creeps.

Hiya, George.

How's it going?

I wouldn't have come out

and bothered you,

but your line's always busy.

Nobody's seen you for days.

You haven't been in

to sign the payroll checks.

I did us both a favor

and brought them along.

- Here.

- What day is this?

Thursday.

Thursday.

I promised the men

I'd hand-deliver these.

Should've been paid yesterday.

Some caterer's screaming you wrote

him a personal check that bounced.

I should've covered that.

And some guy from the IRS

has been calling.

Don't you have any good news?

Yeah... I brought you

the spotlight for your boat.

Come on.

I'll put it on for you.

You girls think I don't know

what you're up to?

Well, I do.

And if I ever catch you again,

you're gonna be in big trouble.

You girls hear me?

Janet, you listening?

Now, don't be a smart-ass.

You quit that!

Stop teasing me!

What are you two rascals

doing in my room?

Oh, my God!

Goddamn thing feels like

it's nailed shut.

Push! Can't you just get it up?

Hold it up.

Don't let that down.

I'll drive, honey.

- Amazing.

- What?

Not one broken bone.

George, are you awake?

Isn't it strange that none of the bones

are broken in Greg's hand?

I have to talk to you.

- What was that?

- I don't know.

- You stay up here.

- Like hell!

Wait, wait.

Goddammit!

Don't sneak up on me!

You call the police.

I'm gonna go check on something.

It's okay, sweetie.

- Sarge, what brings you out?

- Insomnia.

- What do you got?

- Beats the hell out of me.

- What do you got?

- This is Mrs. Lutz, Sergeant.

Mrs. Lutz.

And George Lutz.

- Is that L-u-t-z-e?

- No "e".

The basement door's

the same as the front.

- Where's the basement?

- Come on, I'll show you.

Who let you in?

What are you

doing there, boy?

No broken windows.

How long you been living here?

A couple of weeks.

Are you related to the family

that was here before?

Uh-uh.

You look a lot like them.

The kid had the same...

Harry, knock it off!

Have you had any trouble

with vandals or trespassers?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well... you've got a door

that was broken outward

from the inside.

Burglars break in, and you've got

a front door that's broken out.

Let me tell you something...

somebody broke into my house,

they heard me coming,

and they took off.

Okay. Then who broke

the basement door?

Maybe they came in

through the cellar...

then ran out the front door.

No. I checked all the windows

down there. None broken.

You think it was faster

to break it down than to open it?

There'll be a tighter watch

on your house.

You call us

if anything happens, okay?

Uh-huh.

Good night.

Night.

Why is it all going wrong?

We have to do something.

Jody says everything's

gonna get better.

What does Jody look like?

I mean... is Jody big

or thin or fat or...

She's nice.

- She tells me things, too.

- Like what does she tell you?

She tells me about the little boy

who used to live in my room.

He got hurt, and he died.

And what else

does Jody tell you?

She says she wants me

to live here forever and ever

so we can all play together.

Bye, sweeties.

Be home by 3:
30, okay?

Be careful.

Oh, answer.

Please answer.

Hello?

Father, this is Kathy Lutz,

and I have to talk to you!

Listen to what I'm telling you...

Father?

O Lord, hear my prayer...

and hasten to answer me.

Hello.

Everybody wanted to come over

to welcome you to the neighborhood.

It's all right, isn't it?

Just a minute, please.

Hello?

Thanks for coming.

I thought I might be stood up.

Don't give me any crap.

I don't have time for it.

Relax, will ya?

I just wanna buy you a drink.

- Couple of beers, please?

- Gotcha.

Are you all right?

I mean, you look terrible.

Here you are, pal.

Jesus, I'm sorry.

You look just like that kid.

He was sitting right in that seat

when he was arrested.

What are you talking about?

The kid last year

that killed his family.

The house down by the river?

You're the spittin' image.

- So?

- So, I'll bring you another brew.

No offense.

I gotta get out of here.

I'll talk to you later.

No, now.

We gotta talk now.

The business is falling apart.

People are calling.

Bills have to be paid.

I know you're busy unpacking,

but life goes on.

I'm warning you,

I don't have the patience.

You're warning me.

Give me a break. Talk to me!

I knew this would happen.

I told you you were taking on too much.

- Just drop it!

- You marry a dame with three kids,

you buy a big house

with mortgages up to your ass,

you change your religion,

and you forget about business.

Okay... now can we talk?

Christ, man, I'm sorry.

I don't know

what I was thinking.

Okay. Come on.

Jesus loves me,

this I know

For the Bible tells me so

Little ones to Him belong

They are weak,

but He is strong

Yes, Jesus loves me

The Bible...

Who you singing to, princess?

You scared Jody.

Jody?

Look, there's no one here, see?

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