Witchboard 2: The Devil's Doorway Page #2

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You've got a great

face, you know that?

I'm not coming on to you.

I'm a photographer.

Would you consider

posing for me some time?

I don't think so.

I'd be way too self-conscious.

Okay I don't to push it.

But ...

Here is my card.

In case you change your mind.

Did Susan Sidney pose for you?

- You knew Susan?

- Uh, Elaine mentioned her.

Figures.

There's 3 forms of mass

communication around here.

Telephone, telefax and tell-Elaine.

What was she like?

Susan I mean?

Smart, sexy,

totally independent.

And very tough.

She'd kicked me just like you did,

but she never would have apologized.

So what were you and Elaine

talking about her anyway?

I found a ouija board and

I think it might be hers.

Probably is.

She was really into

all that occult stuff.

And yes, she did pose for me.

I can't believe I'm doing this...

Susan!

Are you still here?

Susan?

Susan, is your last name Sidney?

YES:

And, um...

this is your ouija board.

YES:

What are you doing here?

A...

R...

T...

I...

S...

T...

Artist?

Are you an artist?

H...

E...

L...

P...

Help?

You need help?

Or you mean you're here to help me?

Susan?

Susan, what do you mean?

Whoa!

Who did that?

Susan, what are you doing?

What the hell...?

Susan!

Are you alright?

E...

D...

E...

N...

Eden?

The Eden account?

You know where my books are?

C...

A...

R...

L...

A...

Carla?

That b*tch!

EDEN COSMETICS FISCAL YEAR 1993

What the hell do you

think you're doing?

This is my office, my desk!

How dare you come in here like this.

- And you get out of here before...

- Shut the f*** up.

If you ever...

pull a stunt like this again,

you're going to need a calculator and

count all the teeth you'll be missing.

Hello!

Paige Benedict.

Paige!

It's Mitch.

Listen, I think we should talk.

Mitch, I'm at work.

Well, you wouldn't talk to

me in your apartment, so...

You weren't talking,

you were yelling...

and I'm not putting

up with it anymore.

Damn it, Paige!

Just listen to what I have...!

UPTON PHOTOGRAPHY

Russell Upton

Beautiful, Paige!

... Beautiful!

Now be sexy.

This is the sexiest I can...

Come on!

You're not even trying...

It has nothing to do with trying...

- I'm just not sexy.

- I don't believe it!

Here, lick your lips!

I said lick them, not swallow them.

I'm sorry.

I just feel silly...

That's because you're posing.

Try to be more natural.

Pretend I'm not here.

Oh!

Easier said than done.

Okay

Then, forget the camera.

Just talk.

- Tell me about yourself.

- What do you want to know?

- Whatever you want to tell me.

- Okay.

I'm an only child, born and

raised on a farm in Indiana.

My parents were very

old fashioned and very strict.

- I could have guessed that much.

- How come?

- You dress like Mary Poppins.

- I beg your pardon.

Perfect!

See, there's a natural pose...

Good enough for my

driver's license, I'm sure.

So how long you've

been interested in art?

Oh! Guys lyings I can remember...

When the other little girls were playing

jump rope, I was doing charcoal sketches.

Then how did you end up an accountant?

Well, I wanted to go to Art School

and become a painter

but my father wanted me to go

to college and study business.

He said a career in art was too risky.

So we compromised. I went to

college and studied business.

You always do what your father wants?

Until he died last year.

And then I decided to do what I want.

Move out here, and become a painter.

- So what happened?

- I met Mitch ...

and fell into the same doormat

relationship I had with my father.

And you eventually give up painting.

Well, that didn't take much.

I hadn't drawn anything in 4 years.

I don't ... sorry, it's like I have

writer's block or something.

And I'm not very good at confrontation.

At least not until today.

- What happened today?

- I don't know.

I guess I just got tired

of always playing it safe.

Is that what made you

change your mind about posing?

POLICE:

CORONER:

What happened?

It's Jonas.

He's had an accident.

What?

How?

The boiler.

I begged him to stop drinking...!

I begged him!

He must have been

drunk out of his mind.

She said it looked like he hit the

boiler room door with every tool he had.

Where is Doo?

Where is my dog?

I'm sure he's fine. He's probably

in the apartment somewhere.

- Don't believe I knew!

- Okay, okay, okay.

Hello?

Paige? It's Henry.

Are you coming in today?

You know...? Um...

I'm really not feeling that good, Henry.

I think I'm getting

the flu or something.

Oh well, that explains it then.

I figured it had to be

something pretty serious

in order for you to

miss a day of work.

Oh, yeah! You know.

I'm sorry I didn't call.

I slept right through my alarm.

No, no, no!

I understand.

- You just get well quick, okay?

- Yeah okay. Thanks, I will.

Who is it?

Paige, it's me.

What do you want?

Well, I heard about the

accident here yesterday

and I wanted to make

sure that you are alright.

Can I come in, please?

Christ, you look like sh*t!

You came all the way over

here just to tell me that?

No.

I came over here because

I wanted to make sure

that you are alright.

I was worried.

You did this?

Yeah? So?

Well, it's .. it's great!

Do you really think so?

Hell, yes I think so!

Paige, when you told

me you wanted to paint

I had absolutely no idea

that you were capable of...

I guess I wasn't

very supportive, was I?

Right...

Well, I should go.

I've got a watch.

Mitch!

Could you do me a favor?

Name it.

A woman named Susan Sidney.

She used to lived here about 2 years ago.

Could you find out how she died?

What for?

Okay.

Might take a couple of days.

Okay. Thanks.

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

The Lord giveth and

the Lord taketh away.

Rest in peace, brother Jonas.

In the name of the Father, the

Son, and the Holy Ghost. Amen.

- Thanks for coming.

- You're welcome.

Thanks for coming.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

I'm glad you came.

- You look great.

- Thanks.

- I didn't see Elaine anywhere.

- She hasn't accepted it yet.

- I suppose it will take time.

- More than you know.

Our parents died in '69,

that's why she's stuck there.

Russel, I'm sorry.

It was a long time ago.

I was just a kid.

Luckily we inherit a lot of property,

got us through the tough times.

Now if there's anything I

can do, you let me know.

Thanks.

Actually, she's better off without him.

I mean, he was a drunk and a cheat.

- Russel!

- What?

You gonna tell me he

never made a pass at you.

I suppose.

You suppose.

Trust me, he went

after anything in a skirt.

Poor Elaine !

She doesn't know.

How could she not know?

She lives in her own little world.

Reality very rarely intrudes.

Do you think Jonas had an

affair with Susan Sidney?

I know he did.

That's how she paid her rent.

And Elaine never knew?

I made sure she didn't.

And Jonas, he wasn't gonna tell her.

So how did she die?

- Who?

- Susan of course.

Susan's not dead.

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