We Are Still Here

Probably another hour or so.

Everything should be there.

The movers were

working all week,

putting all the rooms together.

How did they know

where to hang the photos?

I told them.

If something's in the

wrong place, we'll fix it.

We'll fix it.

Paul?

Are you up?

Paul?

Thank you.

I can feel him here.

What?

I can feel Bobby in this house.

Annie, the reason

we moved up here...

I know, I know.

Moving away from

the city isn't the same

as moving away from

the memories.

He's always going to be with us.

Annie, honey, yes, in our hearts

but not in the house.

I really don't care

how far he has to drive.

We had the inspection

over a month ago

and I've called

several times already.

But the report says

there's nothing wrong...

I understand,

but the smell in the cellar

needs to be taken care of.

Now.

It smells like smoke.

Have you seen any smoke, sir?

No, I haven't seen smoke

but I think I know

what it smells like.

It's a hundred degrees

down there.

All right. We'll send

somebody out in the morning.

Thank you.

I'll see him then.

Well, the electrician is

finally coming out...

Look.

Hon.

Did you drop it?

No.

I found it like this.

Well, I'll just

get another frame

when I go into town tomorrow.

You don't think it

means something?

What?

He never liked this photo.

Remember how we always hid it

when girls came over?

Yeah.

He used to say that he

thought his smile was...

Crooked.

And you think he

still doesn't like it?

Expecting anyone?

No.

Find a spot for the photo and

we'll get a new frame tomorrow.

I told you someone was home.

I'm Dave McCabe.

This is my wife Cat.

We live down the road.

We're your neighbors.

Hello.

I'm Paul Sacchetti.

This is my wife Anne,

and we live here,

and we are your neighbors.

Very nice to meet you.

Well, we've been two weeks

and you're the first

folks to come by.

Two weeks?

That is a surprise.

Usually there's a bit

of chatter in town

when someone moves

into this old house...

you know,

with the history and all.

Where's my manners?

I'm sorry.

Would you like to

come in for a drink?

Well, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Pardon the mess.

We're still getting

a little settled in.

No, it's...

This is lovely.

Lovely.

Thank you.

What can I get

for the two of you?

A tea or...

- Don't bother.

- A coffee maybe.

Whiskey?

That'll be very nice.

Sit, Cat.

Go ahead, sit.

So, um, what was this history

you mentioned, Dave?

We heard it was a funeral parlor

around the turn of the century?

But, I've got to say,

the price they were asking

wasn't about to scare us away.

Good. Good.

So, the realtor told you

all about the Dagmars.

Yes. That was the family...

thank you...

who first lived here, right?

Yes.

Yes, that's right.

I mean, the town built this

house for him back in 1859.

Well, cheers.

Yes.

To new friends,

and new beginnings.

You don't say?

Yeah.

It wasn't long after that

that the trouble began.

Old Dagmar had been

running the parlor

no more than a couple

of months when...

well, what do you know,

word got out that

they were selling the bodies

and burying empty coffins.

People were saying he

was selling the corpses

to the university

over in Essex County.

Some even said he was selling

them to the Orientals

over in Boston,

turning them into chop suey.

The town ran him and his wife

and the little girl

out on a rail.

It was just the saddest thing.

They moved to Providence

but his family just couldn't

stand the sight of him.

Old Dagmar drank himself to

death no more than a year later.

They say he was no more than

a shell of a man at the end.

He was more than a shell.

- No, we hadn't heard anything...

- You told us...

Honey, it's all right.

No. You're quite right, kid,

you're quite right.

Yes.

I'm so sorry.

Here I am with you nice folks

no more than five minutes

and I'm already

knee-deep in devils.

She's an old, old house,

this one, yeah.

Well...

We should be off.

We're in a bit of a hurry.

- So soon?

- Yes, yes.

We were just driving into

town and saw your light

and wanted to stop by.

Well, feel free to

stop by anytime.

Thank you, thank you.

We will.

You take care of this old place.

It needs a family.

Thanks, Dave.

It has been 30 years

since we've had fresh souls

in the Dagmar House.

I think we can call it

the Sacchetti House now.

Yeah, well, it's...

it's still Dagmar's House.

Come on, Cat.

Cat, come on.

Watch the bottom step.

You can feel it, can't you?

Of course, I can.

It's hot as hell down here,

Mr. Sacchetti.

What do you got over there?

Old foundation,

needs to be replaced.

Nothing back there?

No.

Well, look.

Unless you want to hang

out in the sauna with me,

feel free to go about your day.

I'll give you call out

if I need anything.

Thanks, Joe.

You're a life saver.

All right.

- Just give me shout.

- Yeah.

Hey, kiddo.

How are we doing?

Not bad.

Minus last night,

has the weirdness died down?

It's not weirdness.

You know what I mean.

Yeah.

I still feel something here.

So what are we

going to do about it?

What if Jacob and May

came up for the weekend?

May has always been

interested in this stuff.

She told me once that

people pay her to do sances.

People with too much money.

And you like Jacob.

- He is always so...

- Stoned?

Earthy.

And they wrote us that

lovely note after the accident.

They said they'd

always be there for us.

I just think they

might be able to help.

You already invited them,

didn't you?

Yeah.

Alright.

Hello?

They told me if we

were okay with it,

they'd invite Harry

up for the weekend, too.

Why would Harry want to spend

a weekend with his parents

and the parents of

his dead room...

Sorry.

That was rude.

Like Dave said,

this house needs a family.

Sh*t.

He's burned bad!

Annie, call an ambulance!

I don't care if you have

to disconnect the boiler,

I don't want a

health hazard like that

in my goddamn basement.

It almost killed my

electrician this afternoon.

You do realize that it's

a really old boiler...

I don't want excuses.

I want it fixed.

- Yes, sir, of course.

- Great.

Thank you.

Do you want me to call

Jacob and May

and tell them not to come?

No.

It's alright.

Just tell them

it might get a bit chilly

if the boiler does crap out.

I'm sure they'll be fine.

Yeah, just throw a little

more Maui Wowie on the fire,

they'll be fine.

I need a whiskey.

You want one?

Sure.

It'll be nice having May here.

I know you think it's silly...

but I really can feel

something here, Paul.

What happened?

What's that smell?

Smoke.

Well, I just don't get it.

What's not to get?

Annie wants us up there

for the weekend.

Yeah, but why?

She says the house

has a strange aura.

Ever since they moved in,

she feels Bobby's there

watching them.

Well, maybe it's

nice Bobby is there.

I mean, after the crash,

Anne was in such a bad place.

I mean, if Bobby's up there

with her, maybe that's...

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