Don't Be Afraid of the Dark (1973) - full transcript

Do you think she'll come?

Of course she will.
You know she will.

But when? When?

Very soon,
it's just a matter of time.

I'm waiting for a while.

All we have to do is
bide our time. Bide our time.

But it's been so long.

So many years.

When will she come
and set us free? Set us free.

Patience, please. Patience.

We have all the time
in the world.



All the time in the world.
In the world. In the world.

TO set us free in the world.

There's gonna be a lot of work.

I'll manage.

Alex, you're sure
you don't mind?

- About moving in here?
- Yes.

Well, uh, an apartment in a
high-rise would've been nice

but this'll be fine.

You'll see, you'll like it.
And anyway, it'll be fun.

Yeah, you better get
someone to help you.

- A decorator?
- And a carpenter.

How about that old man, uh..

The one who used to work here?

All right.



The kitchen has to be
completely redone.

And I'm gonna need
some bookcases.

Alex, I wish I could
find the key to that door.

Hmm, must be around somewhere.

I'll have another look.

You know, this is really
a terrific house.

Um, just a little more
to the left.

- Oh, that's perfect.
- All right.

Oh, the room is
beautiful. I love it.

Yes, I think it'll be
nice when it's finished.

Even Alex likes it.

I'm glad. Husbands can
often be so difficult.

I had to practically twist
his arm for us to move in here.

His idea of comfort
is a high-rise.

Not mine.

All right, bring me
the things for the party.

I'll bring you
the sample for the bedspread.

Oh, good, thank you.

I can't wait
to get the upstairs done.

I get very depressed
every time I come up here.

Yes, I'm afraid,
your grandmother will not be

remembered for her good taste.

But she will be remembered
for leaving us this house.

Oh, I mustn't forget the
carpet samples for the stairs.

I thought something,
uh, navy bluish would be

a good contrast with the
lime green at the living room.

Oh, it sounds beautiful.

Uh, before you go, there's
something I wanna show you.

Um, it'll only take
a minute, I promise.

Hello, Mr. Harris, how are you?

Very good, Mrs. Farmhand.

The key... you found it.

Yesterday. I was going through
some of my grandmother's things.

And it was hidden
in an envelope in her desk.

Watch out, there's stairs here.

Grandmother's usual
cherry decor, I see.

No, this time
it was my grandfather.

I don't think this room
has been used since he died.

Oh, you can't.

I've tried.

But, uh, it's been
nailed shut for some reason.

Obviously, he didn't
want to be disturbed by

daylight when he worked.

What a nice desk.

The chair's not bad.

As a matter of fact,

the whole room's not bad at all.

I thought
of making it into, um..

Some sort of office for myself.

Well, why not?

We could open up the shutters..

Pick all the paneling
a lighter color and..

And break the fireplace.

Why would anyone like to

close up a lovely
fireplace like that?

I don't know.

But I've always dreamed
of having a room like this.

Some place where I could sit
in front of a roaring fire.

Do something very romantic,

like make out my grocery list.

Now, I really must run along.

Well, I'll see you
the day after tomorrow, right?

Right, I'll bring
all the party things.

Thank you. I'm gonna wait
down here for a while, all right?

All right, I'll find
my own way up.

- Goodbye.
- Yeah, goodbye.

It won't work.

Sorry, miss. I didn't
mean to make you jump.

It's all right.

Well, why won't it work?

I mean, surely all it needs
is to be... smashed open.

Those bricks are
cemented four deep

and reinforced with iron bars.

There's no way of opening it up.

Now, whose idea was that?

Your grandmother had me
do that 20 years ago.

Why?

You know, it..

It was after, uh..

After what?

I just can't open it up.

Now, Mr. Harris,

surely you're not afraid
of a little hard work, hmm?

It's not the work.
It's just that

some things are
better left as they are.

Especially that fireplace.

What's this?

It's, uh,
for cleaning out the ashes.

It's been bolted shut.

By me, and that's
the way it should stay.

But why? It's a perfectly
good fireplace.

Why all the mystery?

Unless you know something
that I don't know.

Sally?

Down here in the study.

All I know, miss,
is what I told you before.

It's just that some things
are better left as they are.

Hi, babe.

Mr. Harris, the
bookcases look great.

Well, thank you.

Hey, what are you all
doin' down here?

Uh-oh, what's the matter?

Well, Mr. Harris and I
aren't seeing eye-to-eye.

- About what?
- About the fireplace.

I wanna open it up, and
he wants me to leave it alone.

I agree with him.

It beats me why you
want to use this room, anyway.

It's-it's-it's damp,
it's cold, it's..

This, uh, it's a miserable room.

Mr. Harris doesn't think
it's the cold and damp.

He thinks it's the ghostly aura
of my ancestors.

That's not what I said,
Mrs. Farmhand.

That's what you implied.

And he may be right.

I'm gonna go upstairs
and fix myself a drink.

Mr. Harris,
can I get one for you?

No, thank you, sir,
I gotta be getting along.

All right. Sal?

Whatever you're having is fine.

Okay.

Goodnight, Mrs. Farmhand.

Goodnight, Mr. Harris.

I'll be back tomorrow
to paint the bookcases.

Well, Mr. Harris,
if you won't do it, I will.

Okay, Sally..

Hey, what're you doin'?

I just wanted to look around.

You know, you're more stubborn
than I am, do you know that?

You really are.
Can you see anything?

No, nothing.

It's just a
ton of bricks and, uh..

Cement and iron bars
closing up the opening.

Yeah, well..

Sal, by the time
we knock this down,

ripped it out, clean it up

did all that,
it'd cost a fortune.

Cheers.

Cheers.

See things my way?

- I guess, I'll have to.
- Okay.

How about some dinner?

Sally, Sally, Sally.

Sally, Sally, Sally.

Free, free, she set us free.

We're free. She set us free.

Free, free, free.

Would you like some more?

No, no, thanks.

Sally, what are you
gonna serve at the party?

Well, I'm meeting
Joan tomorrow at the caterers

and I thought
something fairly simple.

Yeah, but not, not too simple.

You know, I gotta
make a good impression

on that guy Henderson.

Not to mention
Roberts and Miller.

Yeah.

Henderson, Roberts, Miller..

And Farmhand, maybe.

There's no maybe about it.

Hope you're right.

I think I'm right.

They'd be crazy
not to make you a partner.

The only thing is,
I wish this house was finished.

I really wish
this house was finished.

Alex, please
don't worry about it.

It'll be like
having a party in a subway.

It'll be fun, I promise.

Okay, I guess so. I guess so.

Anyway, if
the house isn't perfect,

I'll be a perfect hostess.

Sal.

Yes?

You do want this
for me, don't you?

I mean, this partnership.

Well, of course, I do.

It's everything you want.

Everything you've
worked hard for.

It's just that it's..

It's what?

All-consuming.

I wish you had
a little more time and energy.

Sal, after the party..

And when I get back
from San Francisco,

I promise I will have.

San Francisco?

- Yeah, didn't I tell you about it?
- No.

Well, the morning after
the party, Henderson and I

are gonna fly up there.

Why?

Who is it this time?

It's the Randolph Trust Company.

Now, old man Randolph is one
of the firm's largest accounts.

Now, if I get this promotion..

I'll be handling
all the business.

All of it.

Hey.

Don't be so grim.

You just married me
'cause I'm the perfect hostess.

No. No, hey.

I married you
because I love you.

I'll be upstairs.

I think we have visitors.

- Visitors?
- Mice.

I thought I saw something
in the kitchen.

Well, it could be,
but I kind of doubt it.

Remember we had
the place fumigated

just before we moved in.

- Sal, I'm gonna take a shower.
- Okay.

Sally.

Sally.

Sally.

- Alex?
- Yeah?

The ashtray, in the bedroom.

It-it fell off
the bedside table.

What's the matter?

I don't know, I dozed off

and I suddenly woke up and..

I saw the ashtray toppling
to the floor and it smashed.

Well, when you woke up,
you probably knocked it

with your arm or something.

Alex, I wasn't anywhere near it.

Alex, I saw it.

Like you saw the mice?

Hey, you've been
very, very nervous tonight.

Come on. Now, let's go to bed.

Sally.

Sally.

Sally.

Well it, it suddenly spun around

fell off the bedside table
on to the floor.

Did it smash?

To smithereens.

You probably knocked it off
with your elbow when you sat up.

That's what Alex said.

But I wasn't anywhere
near that ashtray.

I don't know,
maybe we do have mice.

Mice?

Last night when I was in the
kitchen, I thought I heard

something behind the trash can.

Don't, I don't wanna
hear about it.

I don't care
what women's lib tells me.

The very mention
of a mouse drives me crazy.

Well, the upshot
of this whole thing is

I hardly slept
a wink last night.

What does Alex say about that?

Well, he says my imagination's
working overtime.

And not forget the
hors d'Oeuvres for the party.

Which we mustn't.

Oh, by the way, I made
a list of some extra things

you might need for the party.

Oh, good, thanks.

- Sal?
- Yes?

Sit down.

I know this is none
of my business but..

Is everything all right?

You mean, between Alex and me?

Yes.

It's-it's fine.

It's just that...

What?

Alex is at a stage in his life

where all he thinks about is
his job and getting ahead.

What really scares me
is it may not be a stage.

Maybe it's permanent.

You think so?

I don't know.

It's just the, uh..

The possibility of a partnership

that's terribly important to
him, that's all he thinks about.

Well, isn't that understandable?

It's just most of the time
I feel like a reasonable adjunct

to his getting ahead.

Join the club.

What does that mean?

You forget who I'm married to?

George Kahn, better known
in the plastics business

as Genghis Kahn.

- You're kidding. George?
- Dear old quiet George.

I'm afraid I know rather well
what it's like to be left

by yourself to brood.

Also, I'm very good
at making emotional mountains

out of imaginary molehills.

Then you think
last night was imaginary?

- You want me to be honest?
- Yes, go ahead.

I think that's exactly
what it was.

So, as two neglected wives of
two overly ambitious husbands,

I suggest we go spend
some of their money.

All right.

First we'll get
the stuff for the party.

Then we'll storm
the department stores.

All right, let's stop off
in the china shop.

What for?

For one ashtray.

As smashed by
the powers of imagination.

Terrific.

Mr. Harris?

Well, what brings you
back to our favorite room?

I finished the living room
bookcases and figured I'd bring

my paint cans and brushes
down here out of the way.

You shouldn't have opened
it up, Mrs. Farmhand.

Well, I guess my curiosity got..

The better of me.

In future, you'd be
better off leaving it alone.

Mr. Harris,
you're as bad as I am.

Letting your imagination
run away with you.

Why has... something happened?

No, what would happen?

Anyway, you're quite right
about the fireplace.

My husband and I,
both looked at it

and it would be impossible
to open it up.

That's what I told you,
but you wouldn't listen.

Mr. Harris, I'm a perfect woman.

Stubborn and curious.

Would you like a cup of coffee?

No, thank you, Mrs. Farmhand.

I gotta be getting along.

Thank you.

We want you, Sally. We want you.

We want you. We want you.

We want you.

Is Mr. Farmhand there?

Left?

When?

No, no. Thank you.

Alex? Alex?

Alex, I know it sounds crazy,

but it was something like
this little ferocious animal

grabbed at my dress.

I heard all these little voices.

Look, Sally,
you gotta stop this.

Alex..

They were calling my name.

They kept saying
over and over again,

"We want you. We want you."

Sally, stop it!

Obviously it's Harris' idea

of some kind of a
crude practical joke.

- Where's the key?
- It's in the lock.

- That's where it was yesterday.
- Well, it's not there now.

I've had enough of this.

Mr. Harris.

Yes, Mr. Farmhand.

Look, I don't know
what's going on around here

but my wife
is very, very badly upset.

No, listen, hold on.

To begin with, you tell her all

those scary stories
about the study.

And then there's the business
about the ash door.

Now, first, you bolt it up
and then for no apparent..

Don't interrupt me.

And then,
for no apparent reason you..

You take the bolts out again.

No, no, no. No.
We haven't touched them, either.

We haven't touched the bolts.

And I know it didn't
get unbolted by itself.

Now, wait! I got
something to say to you.

There's a little matter
of a key missing.

Now, you've got
no excuse in the world

for taking the key
out of that door.

There's every... what?

What did he say?

He said that after he put
the bolts back in the ash door

and came upstairs with you,
he never touched them again.

He doesn't know anything
about the key, either.

He also said we could find
ourselves a new carpenter.

Why?

He was embarrassed, obviously,
and he feels guilty.

Well, I can't say that I'm
sorry. He's a very good worker.

It's just that dictatorial
attitude of his.

I don't think he did anything.

Well, who did?

I don't know.
That's what scares me.

Look, Sal, I know
you're under a lot of pressure.

The next couple of days
are very important.

We got that dinner party
tomorrow night

and I'm depending on you.

- I know.
- And this is absurd, anyway.

All these...

these little creatures running
around, calling your name

and grabbing
a hold of your dress.

But after the party,
you'll be gone.

Yeah. Yeah I'll be gone...
two days but only one night.

I put your ice in the freezer
so it wouldn't melt.

And your punch bowl's
there on the table. Oh..

Thanks, Ethyl.

Hi.

Oh, I'm sorry I scared you.

No, no, it's all right.

You're trembling.

You a little nervous
about the party?

Yes, I guess I am.

Are you sure you're all right?

Yes, I'm... really I'm fine.

Well, in spite of being nervous,
you look terrific.

Thanks.

Okay, hold it again.
Right there.

- Good!
- George, please, not now.

All right, later, then.

Sally! How are you?

Hello, Sally.

Hi. You look wonderful.

Vacation. A month in Mexico.

Oh, I envy you.

Listen, go right on in.
I think you know everybody.

I think so.

Hi, Sally. Great party.

- Thank you.
- Hi, Sally.

The house is marvelous.

I'm glad you like it.

- Hors d'oeuvre, Mrs. Farmhand?
- No, Ethyl, I-I don't think so.

Ethyl, thank you for coming
tonight and helping out.

That's all right, this way I can
make sure the catering people

clean up and don't leave
a mess for me in the morning.

Sally, darling,
the house is divine.

- Who did it?
- Francisco Perez.

And he did the flowers
and the candles, too?

Yes, he said if
we kept it dark enough,

no one would notice that
the house was half finished.

I think I could really use him.

- Mrs. Farmhand?
- Oh, no, thank you.

Um, I think I'll have
some of this punch.

I think the Randolph Trust
people will be pushovers, really.

Yeah, could be.

Hi, Sally. Nice party.

Thank you.

Well, tomorrow is a big day.

So I hear, San Francisco.

There's not a thing
to worry about.

Alex will come through
with flying colors.

I know he will.

How does it feel to be the wife
of a man with a great future?

Just great.

Um, will you excuse me? I have
to, um, check on the dinner.

Sally, hold again
for another one, please?

- George.
- Thank you.

The last thing anyone
needs right now

is to be blinded
by a flash bulb.

Now, would you please
get me another drink?

All right.

How are you feeling?

Oh, I'm bearing up.

Dinner is served, Mrs. Farmhand.

Thank you, Ethyl.

Dinner's ready, everyone.

Your names are
on those little cards.

Oh, Sally.

Hey, I understand you spent
a month in Mexico.

Don't remind me.

Really? Expensive, huh?

Alex has been
telling me about the house.

I think you've done a great job.

We're still in the middle of it.

Oh, here. Let me.

Oh, thank you.

Yes, it's been quite a hassle.

We had to sleep
in one of the spare rooms

and the dining room
isn't finished yet.

Alex!

Alex!

Alex, please, Alex.

There was nothing there.

Nothing!

I saw it.

There were at least
10 other people around you,

including your friend Joan,
and they didn't see anything.

Maybe you oughta see
some kind of a doctor.

Do you think I'm making this up?

God only knows.

For some reason,
you suddenly don't seem

to like it around here.

You want out.

What does that mean?

I mean, it suddenly seems to me

that you don't like this house..

Now, I wanna ask you something.

Is this some roundabout way
of your telling me

that you want me
to sell this house?

Of course not.

I love this place,
you know that.

Then, what is it?

I told you before.

There's something going on here.

Oh, girl, I'm gonna
take you by the hand

inch by inch around this house

and show you there's
nothing to be afraid of.

Lousy attitude to take.

Oh, is it?

Is it?

You gonna be long?

No, it's all yours.

Hey, don't hurt her.

- Not yet.
- But I want to.

- I want to.
- No. No.

- Why?
- He'll hear... in the bedroom.

But I want to.
But I want to get her.

No. Wait until tomorrow.
Tomorrow, we'll get her.

- All of us.
- Then we just scare her, eh?

Yes, scare her.

Cut her.

All right then, scare her.

Scare her!

Maybe you oughta see
some kind of a doctor.

And this is absurd anyway.

All these, these little
creatures running around.

All I know, miss,
is what I told you before.

Some things are
better left as they are.

Alex, I think you're
right about this house.

I think we should sell it.

- You mean that?
- Yes, I do.

I really do.

No matter how much we..

We paint it or fix it up..

There's something
very depressing about it and..

Well, after a while,
it just seems to get to you.

Oh.

Sally.

Hey, if you really
feel that way..

We'll talk about it.

We'll talk about it
when I get back

from San Francisco, all right?

Thank you.

I mean, we've lived in
apartments before,

we can do it again.

Thank you for understanding.

You're welcome.

I think I'll read for a while.

- I'm gonna sleep now.
- Sleep well.

You too.

I won't wake you in the morning.
I'll let you sleep.

Goodnight.

Just a few more days
and I'll be safe.

- Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow we'll get her.

- Get her.
- Get her tomorrow.

- Tomorrow we'll get her.
- Yeah, we'll get her tomorrow.

Hi, Mr. Harris.

- How are you?
- Fine, thank you. How are you?

I just came by
to pick up my tools.

Oh, I think they're downstairs
in the study where you left 'em.

- Oh, thank you.
- Uh, Mr. Harris.

- Yeah?
- Uh..

I think I owe you an apology.

I was kinda rude and angry
on the phone the other day.

- Yeah, I reckon we both were.
- All right. Fair enough.

Hey, could I buy you
a cup of coffee?

- Maybe a quick one, then.
- Good.

Mr. Harris, I was wondering
if you'd reconsider.

By that, I mean
coming back here to work.

There still are some things
I'd like to get done.

I don't think it'd be
a good idea, Mr. Farmhand.

Why? Why, 'cause we had a beef?

No, no. That's all
over with and forgotten.

Well, then, why?

Sir, I have my way
of looking at things

and you and your wife
have yours.

And it's like I said before,

I think there are some things

that shouldn't be taken lightly.

About this house?

Why don't we stop
all that nonsense?

- I don't call it nonsense!
- All right, superstition.

And I don't call it
superstition, either!

Well, then, what do you call it?

I don't have a name for it,
but I wouldn't call it

either one of those things.

Look, Mr. Harris... I don't wanna
get in another beef with you,

and I don't mean
to offend you, sir..

But I don't happen
to believe in all that stuff!

I know you don't,
but it might be better for you

and Mrs. Farmhand if you did.

Well, that's where
you're wrong..

Because she's quite
frightened enough

already as it is.

And I've gotta hold you
partly responsible for that.

I only warned her.

Yeah, to the extent that
she wants to sell this place.

- Sell it?
- That's right. We're movin'.

I'd appreciate it if you'd
give me couple of weeks' work.

You know, it needs fixin' up.

I'm afraid not, sir,
and I'm sorry if I...

- You told him.
- Shit.

- You told.
- You told him.

- Why did you tell?
- I tell you, I didn't.

- You told him.
- I didn't tell. I didn't.

I-I, I didn't say anything.

- I didn't tell him anything!
- Why did you tell?

And you know what happens to
people who tell, don't you?

But I didn't. I didn't tell.

I, I just warned him.
That's all.

- Yeah, but you don't.
- Ah!

Come on! Open the door!

- Open the door.
- What's the matter?

The wind must have
blown the door shut.

I, I couldn't get it open.

What happened to you wrist?

Oh, that,
the light wasn't working

and I was trying
to find my flashlight

to get something
to open the door with.

I must have jabbed myself
with one of the tools.

- You gonna be all right?
- Yeah. Everything is all right.

Who was that?

It was Harris.
He forgot his tool box.

Oh, yes, I forgot.

He still angry with us?

Well, with him
it's hard to tell.

Hey, are you all right?

Yes, I think so.

Hey, why don't you call Joan

and ask her to come over
and spend the night with you?

- I think I will.
- Okay.

- Alex?
- What?

Oh, nothing.

- Just come back soon.
- I will. I will.

You take care of yourself.

Stop being so scared.

Yes, I feel much better.

Really.

Yes, he left about an hour ago.

Um, Joan, I wondered
if you could

come over here later?

I really don't wanna stay
in this house alone tonight.

Stay with you?

Oh, yes. That's
a much better idea.

I didn't wanna ask.
Are you sure it's all right?

Okay. Could you pick me
up around 4 o'clock?

All right. Thanks, Joan.

- Good morning, Ethyl.
- Good morning.

I hope there wasn't too much
of a mess after the party.

Mostly glasses, the catering people
took care of the rest.

Did you notice if there
were any candles left?

Uh, no. No, they took
that away with the rest of it.

Do we have any?

Well, uh,
just those birthday ones.

Oh, I'm afraid
those won't be enough.

Um, I'm going upstairs
to get dressed

and I'm gonna go out
for a while.

All right.

Is that Mr. Perez's
station wagon outside?

He's upstairs now.

He came with the samples

for the bedroom
curtains, finally,

and some bits of carpet.

Was it all right to let him in?

Oh, sure.

I guess I'll have
to go up and talk to him.

We won't be needing the curtains

or Mr. Perez, I'm afraid.

Why's that?

Well, my husband and I
have decided to move out.

We, uh, really don't
like this house and..

We're going to sell it.

Oh, my, after all
the work you've done here,

that's a pity.

But, uh, I can't say
I blame you.

I never did like
these old places myself.

Well, Ethyl, I, I hope you'll
continue to be with us,

wherever we are.

Well, well, I-I-I hope so, too.

I'll call you, Ethyl, and let
you know what our plans are.

All right.
Goodbye, Mrs. Farmhand.

- Goodbye.
- Thank you.

That's the most incredible
I've heard in my life.

Of course you have to pay.

I spent hours
on this job. Hours.

Wallpapers. Paintings.

Besides that, it was all that
work I did for your party. Oh!

Who are you?

- What do you want?
- We want you, Sally.

He was a mistake.
It's your spirit we need.

Your spirit we want.

- Your spirit. Your spirit.
- Why me?

Your spirit. You set us free.

Whoever frees us
must become one of us

and live with us.

Live with us.

Ma'am, if there's anything
else we need, we'll be in touch.

Thank you for
getting here so quickly.

Thanks for you cooperation.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- How is she?
- Ah, she's a little calmer.

I tried to get her to lie down,
but she, uh, she refused.

- I'll leave these with you.
- What are they?

Sleeping pills. Try to get her
to take one, if you can.

I don't think she will.

Tell me something..

You've know her
for some time now, haven't you?

Couple of years.

Does she tend to be
over-imaginative?

No. I've always thought her
as rather level-headed.

Well, I've realized this has
been a severe shock to her,

but she does seem
to have over-reacted.

I know.

Well, if you can, get her
to take one of those and..

Try to get her to bed.

I'll try. Thank you, doctor.

What are you doing?

I'm leaving.

- Where are you going?
- I don't know.

A hotel, anywhere. I just
want to get out of this house.

Why don't you wait
until Alex gets here,

then you can come to my house?

- No, I want to leave now.
- Well, that's silly.

Alex said he was catching
the 4 o'clock plane.

He's probably on his way
from the airport now.

I don't care.
I just don't want to stay

in this house any longer.

Listen, I made you
some coffee. Do you want it?

No, thank you.

Well, you better put these
in your suitcase.

- What are they?
- Sleeping pills.

The doctor asked me
to give them to you.

I don't, I don't want them.

Well, I'll put them here
in case you do.

I told you, I don't want them.

Sal?

I'm sorry.

You're exhausted.

Why don't you lie down,

try and relax,
and wait for Alex?

- I can't.
- He'll be here any minute.

- They killed him.
- Who?

What are you talking about?

Francisco Perez.

They tripped him with
a little piece of cord.

Who did?

He didn't really..

Fall down the stairs.

He tripped him with
a little piece of cord

when he came by the passageway.

Sally, don't do this.

You'll only upset
yourself again.

I was right behind him.

I-I saw the cord
and I grabbed it.

I pulled on it.

But they kept saying,

"It's you we really want."

Sally, please, don't.

I held onto it, but I couldn't.

Look.

How did you do that?

They did it with the cord.

You've got to believe me.

I think I do.

But I... doubt
if anyone else will.

I thought it was Alex.

Drink this coffee.

Be right back.

- I'm glad you're back.
- How is she?

Oh, hysterical,
but she's better now.

- Alex, I gotta talk to you.
- Not now!

There's something
going on in this house.

Sally says there's
something trying to kill her.

Whatever it was killed Perez
and is still trying to get her.

That's nonsense.
You don't believe that, do you?

- Yes, I do.
- Have you both gone mad?

- What's going on around here?
- Alex.

Sally?

Sally?

Sally? Sally?

Alex.

Alex, please get me out of here.

Sally, what's going on?

What's going on,
Sal, what happened?

I don't know.

Alex, they're
t-trying to kill me.

Alex, I'm so tired.

Please help me get out of here.

Then I can be safe.

Joan, what did
the doctor give her?

Nothing. At least,
she didn't take anything.

She didn't take anything.

What's this?

Sleeping pills.
The doctor left them.

- Were they open?
- Yeah.

How many were there?

I think there were six.

There are only four left.

She obviously changed
her mind then, didn't she?

Or something changed it for her.

Oh, Joan.

Alex.

Sal? Sal?

What's this?

Look at the other one.

Joan..

You better tell me
what's going on.

- Come outside.
- All right.

Alex? Alex, don't-don't
turn off the light.

All right.
What happened to her hands?

All I know is what
Sally told me.

She says that Perez
tripped on the stairs,

and that something ripped
the cord out of her hands

when she held on to it.

- Joan, I really...
- Listen, Alex.

I think you've got a choice.

Either you accept
the fact that something

is going on in this house.

That some supernatural element

is trying to harm Sally.

Or you say that she's
having a mental breakdown

and that she's
just imagining everything.

Are you implying that
I'm trying to duck the truth?

Are you?

No, I'm trying
to find out what it is.

Well, I don't think
you're gonna find it

by insisting that
we're all crazy.

I'm sorry.

What about that carpenter?

Harris?

Sally said he told both of you

that there was something
wrong with this house.

- Yes, he did.
- What exactly did he say?

Nothing much.
Well, he gave me a warning.

He said, "Don't laugh at things
you don't understand."

That kind of a routine.

Alex, for Sally's sake,
I think you oughta talk to him.

Oh, no.

Please?

All right, all right.
I'll call him. See if he's home.

It's all right, it's only me.

Where's Alex?

Don't worry, he's downstairs.

We've got to get out of here.

I've got to get out of here.

Alex will take of everything.

Just, just try to relax
and rest for a while.

All right?

Yes, I... but a lot's happened
since then, Mr. Harris,

and I gotta find out
what's going on.

Yes. Yes, I'll make
it in ten minutes.

I'll be over there, yes.

What did he say?

He'll see me. Look, here's
the number in case you need me.

- Joan, you look awful beat.
- I'm okay.

I'm going to make
myself a cup of coffee.

Okay, I'll be back
as soon as I can.

Don't worry.
I'll take good care of her.

- Joan?
- It's okay, I'm here.

Where's Alex?

He'll be back soon.

- I wanna get up.
- Hey.

What happened?

Must be the wind.

Must've torn down a cable.

All I can tell you, Mr. Farmhand,

is what I pieced together
myself over the years.

You mean, since Sally's
grandparents lived in the house.

That's right.

He, Mr. Bennett,
that is, and his wife

bought the house
when he retired.

Seems like he was somewhat
of an amateur carpenter.

Guess you might call him
one of the original.

"Do it yourselfers."

And, just like your wife,
he wanted to use

that downstairs room as a study.

It was him who
opened up the fireplace.

Then the place was
already bricked up

when they bought it?

That's right.

And the ash door
was bolted up, too.

From what I've heard since,
that fireplace hadn't been used

since the house was built,
back in the the 1880's.

We need some fuses.

Could have
overloaded the circuits.

I turned on every
light in the house.

I'll go down and look.

No, Joan, you,
you can't go down there.

Joan, don't.

Sally, just keep
the candles burning.

Everything will be all right.

Where's the fuse box?

It's... it's outside
by the back door.

And the spare fuses?

I guess Alex keeps
them in the box.

Alex is at this number.

Come up.

I want you
to call him there now,

and keep talking to him..

Until I get back,
do you understand?

I'll be back in a minute.

Mr. Bennett..

When he opened that fireplace..

What happened to him?

What happened to him?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, is Alex there?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

I think it was your wife.

She was asking for you,
but she hung up.

Sally, I'm locked out!

Sally.

Sally.

Sally.

All I know is
what one of the maids told me.

She said that
one evening, Mr. Bennett

went down to that room
to do some work.

Now, he hadn't been in there
more than half an hour.

Then his wife upstairs heard
cries and terrible screams.

- Sally.
- Sally.

- Sally.
- Sally.

Come, Sally.

Sally.

Sally.

Sally.

Well, she and the servants
ran down the stairs.

The door was locked,
but they broke it down.

Everything in that
room was wrecked.

Are you telling me..

That something reached up
through that fireplace

and pulled that old man
down through the hole?

That's all I can
tell you, Mr. Farmhand.

And I think..

That's where he is now.

We've been waiting
for you, Sally.

Sally.

We're waiting.

Sally.

Sally, we want you.

Sally.

Sally.

Come along.

Sally, help me!

Help me, I can't get in!

- Sally.
- Sally.

Sally, we're waiting for you.

Sally.

- Sally.
- Sally.

Sally.

Come to us.

- Sally.
- We're waiting.

- Sally.
- Sally.

- Sally.
- Come to us.

Sally?

Sally, can you hear me?

Sally, open up!

Sally?

Sally, let me in.

I'm locked out.

Sally?

Can't you hear me?

I'm locked out!

Come, Sally.

Come to us.

We're waiting for you.

Come to us.

We need you.

Sally.

Sally.

Come, Sally.

- No, please.
- We got her.

- Don't..
- We got her.

Help me.

We got her.

We got her.

We got her.

Don't.

Alex.

A-Alex, help.

Thank heaven you're here.

I can't get in.

The door's bolted from inside.

Sal.

Sally!

Sally!

Will anyone come?
Do you think they'll come?

Will anyone come
and set us free?

Of course they will come.

We know they will.

But when? When? When?

Soon. Very soon.

We have lots of time.

Lots of time.

All the time in the world.

- Time.
- Time.

Time to set us free again.

All the time in the world.

- To set us free.
- TO set us free.

TO set us free on the world.

- Free..
- Free On the world.

- Free..
- Free On the world.

Set us free.