Amityville: A New Generation (1993) - full transcript

Photographer Keyes is given an old mirror from an homeless person he photographs on the street, takes it home and gives it a friend. He doesn't know yet that people see horrible things happen to themselves in the mirror and later these things come true. Are these really suicides or is there a demonic force behind the mirror?

Oh, Jesus.

Rise and shine.

So you're up early.


This guy outside
just broke the window

of that car to
steal an umbrella.

Looks like it's
gonna rain today.

I swear, keyes,
this neighborhood scares me.

It really does.

You love it.


I'm gonna be late tonight.

A few of us are having drinks

with the new creative director.

You should come.

He's suppose to be terrific,

and who knows, he might wanna
look at some of your stuff.

What, shooting cans
of spam or reeboks

artfully lit against a
backdrop of the Grand Canyon?

Been there, done that.


You son of a bitch!

Get outta here!

Well, at least
we're not the only ones

up at this hour.

Come on.

Suki, you're
making a big mistake, baby.

I see you opening your door

and letting me back in now.

Please let me back in.

You're the one that lives here.

Have fun.


Suki, let me back in.

You don't understand.

I'm a man, I'm not responsible

for how the women feel about me.

Go to hell.

Look, you're
making a big mistake.

Now let me in the door!


Oh, come on.

Pal, get a clue.

Who the hell are you?

Today, maybe [I'll
be her big brother.

She thinks she's
so goddamn special.

Well, let me tell you
something, girlfriend!

You won't be beautiful forever!

Kick a guy like me out?

Next one might not be as nice!

See you around, suki!

Thanks, keyes.

Primped up, asshole!

Met him at the start
house last week.

Two dates and he's already
got someone else on the side.

Suki, maybe you
were on the side.

Hey, ground zero?


Just let me...

Yeah. All right.

No, you gonna make sure that...

Excuse me.

Could we get through, please?

Watch out.

Thank you.

- Nice bike.
- Thanks.

Oh, I don't know.

He doesn't know.


Hold the door.

Oh, god.

And I was feeling pretty
good about getting

out of bed this morning.

- Morning.
- Hi.


Dick, if you got some time
this morning, we need to talk.

Yeah, sure, what, the
toilet's break up again?

No, no, nothing like that.

Yeah, let me clean up.

Hey, hon, I'm no Superman.

That's not what
you said last night.

Ba dum bum.



Keyes, I feel like death.


What's so different about that?


Fine rain.

Washed scum off the street.

Thank you, Travis bickle.

Are you talking to me?

So, you actually met him.


Well, I'm jealous, suki.

I mean you always keep
your men so, so secret.

And then, suddenly,
poof and they're gone.

Ah, the start of
another beautiful day.

What is it, keyes?

What's wrong with me?

Why do I end up
with such losers?


It's not your fault, you know?

People change.

In six days they change?

Come on, suk, don't do this.

Not for this guy.

He's dangerously coifed.


What's up?

He's all yours.

Well, we were thinking
of maybe having a show.

An opening, really,
like the downtown lofts.

No, no way.

It's in your lease.

This is not a gallery.

It's a studio space.

Just let me finish.

It would be like a big party.

We'd include pauli
from downstairs and...

Mm, I don't have insurance,

I don't have the permits,
don't have security.

Yeah, and you won't
have any tenants.

At least not us anymore.

And, suk, when's last
time you made any money.

Come on now, I bought a
painting from her, last year.

Yeah, exactly.

See, dick, it's not just for us.

I mean, you've been trying
to rent the last studio

in your building for a
couple of months now.

A show might be just thing
to attract another tenant.

Oh, clever, that's very clever.

Not clever at all.

This is a blatant manipulation.

Look, dick, we need this show.

We need to get our
stuff out there.

Absolutely not.

Oh, god.

Come on, dick, don't be one.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna go get
ready for the show.


Hey, keyes!

Looking to buy or just browsing?

No, no.

Actually, I took a
picture of you in there.

And I think it's
gonna be pretty good.

Actually, I might
be able to sell it.

I'm very happy for you.

Yeah, well...

I don't think I should be
the only one to profit.

Well, thanks.



Like it?


It's interesting.

Been in my family
for generations.

I want you to have it.

No, I...

No, I can't.

You're an artist, aren't you?

Surely, you can appreciate
the craftsmanship.

Do me a honor.

Take it.


Look below the surface.

Look how beautifully
the image is preserved.

You've got my vote.

I think a show would be fun.

Open the whole place up.

Besides, I already checked,

there's nothing else going
on the week of the 24th.

Wait a minute, that's next week.


You're obviously talking
about work already done, yes?

As long as your
promise a sculpture

that doesn't rust, pauli.

- Ooh.
- Or leak.

Perhaps you'd like
something in whited linoleum.

Ha ha, no, it's just
that your sculpture...


To me, it's just kind of scary.

I mean, that's just how I feel.

That's not necessarily bad,
scaring people with your work.

Yeah, at least it's a reaction.

I think the only real emotion
left in this world is fear.

You're right.

She is.

Llanie, we're in here.

Hi, I have to pee really
bad, I'll be right back.

So, keyes, tell us, huh?

What really scares you?


Rent, dick.

And Republicans,
they scare me too.

The old keyes cover up, huh?

Yeah, don't ask him anything
that digs too deep, you know?

He'll just cover
it up with a joke.

Come on, keyes.

You can tell us.

We're all family here.

Now there's a scary
idea, the American family.

And why we spend so
much time preserving

a delusionary institution
that screws up so many people,

I'll never know.

Hear ye, hear ye.

I'll drink to that ship.

I know what scares me.

When I was a child,

there were creatures
that lived in my room.

The boogeyman?


He was under the bed.

These demons were different.

They would wake me up at
night and dance for me.

Dance for you?

Sometimes, I swear I could
just reach out and touch them.

Honey, where did you get this?

Some bum gave it
to me on the street.

You can toss it.


You can toss it.

Scoot over.

Oh, my god.

Look at this.

I love it.

I do!

It's fantastic.

Can I borrow it?

Would you mind?

I'll give it back.

Actually, suki,
you can borrow it

if you promise not
to give it back.

Thank you.

So, what do you think?

About what?

About the show.

All right.

All right, you've got a show.

So, this new creative director
is just like everyone said.

He's an older guy, but, I don't
know, he's really in tense.

What you thinking about?

How beautiful you are.

What are you really
thinking about?

What dick said tonight.

You think I hide things?

Walls around me?

Well, I think we all do,

but I've gotten through
yours, haven't I?


Where are you, my little pickle?

Goddamn paint slapping bitch.

Throwing me out?


Man, that's ugly.

Oops, sorry.

No more fucking with me.

What the hell?


What the?

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god!

Let's go upstairs.

So, where is this woman, suni?

Suki, sir.

She's upstairs.

She's pretty upset.

She's with a police
officer right now.

I take it she knew this guy?

Ray? Oh, yeah.

I mean, ray and she were kinda...

How long?

A week.

Well, six days actually, sir.


Was ray in the
habit of breaking in?

Well, no.

Let me show you something.

They just split up, you know?

It's right over here, sir.

Apparently Raymond
drank up quite a bit.

Broke in and decided to
settle things his own way.

Who knows, maybe he
would've cut her up as well.

But I guess he must've panicked,

lost his footing and
went through the window.

What do you think spooked him?

He was pretty drunk.

Could've been anything,
a noise, a shadow.

Maybe he just got
a look at himself.

Whatever it was, he will take
it to his grave with him.

Is someone here?

No, no.

It's just me.

This is a first.


You don't take
pictures of people.

Oh, maybe I've been missing
something all this time.

Wait, is this
keyes Terry talking,

whose last show consisted
of 36 assorted angles

on rancho seco
nuclear power plant?

So, I'm entering a new period.

Time to give people a try.

Does that mean you're
gonna give me a try?

I mean, what's going on with us?

What are we doing?

I think we're doing just fine.

Every couple of weeks,
you get a little nervous

and we have the
same little talk.

Don't patronize me.

It isn't like that.

I wanna move on.

I wanna move to the next level.

And I wanna do it with you.

God, I never met someone
so afraid of commitment.

Look llanie, I love you.

I think you do.

I just don't know what
you're so afraid of.

All right!

Here we go!


Very good.

Tell me about your father.

I don't really know him.

I know what you mean.

No, I really don't.

I never met him.

And you never
told me that before.

Yeah, well, I'm not
exactly proud of it.

He knocked up my mom, she was
like 16, then he disappeared.

God, keyes, I can't believe
you never told me that before.

I feel like a such an idiot,

talking to you about
the next level.

I hardly even know you.





Are you okay?



New work?

Wanna see?

Oh, wow.

Oh, this is great.

The demons.

Like you said last
night, your demons.

Watch them dance.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, this is fantastic.

You know, what, it's
amazing, how you work.

It just flows out of
you, and just flows.

On a good day.

Today is an especially good day.

Are you scared, dick?

Take my hand.

Dance with me.

Let's dance with the demons.


They're all just shadows.

It's all we can ever
capture, you know?

Light is deceiving.

We see what we want to see.

Do you understand?

You know, suki, I know
this gonna sound funny,

but I've always been kind
of intimidated by you.

Scared even...

It's just that
you're so beautiful.

But I guess you knew
that, didn't you?


What do you see?

Close your eyes.

Now, what do you see?


But there's an outline.

It's you.

You needn't be afraid anymore.

What the?

Oh, shit.


Coming, coming.


Detective Clark.

I'm sorry to bother you.

I tried to call earlier,
but nobody answered.

Come on in.

This is just formality.

I have your statement
about last night.

I wonder if you'd
sign it for us?

Take your time, look it
over, sign at the bottom.

Now, this other fellow,

keyes Terry, I have
his statement here.

Is he home?


Keyes, you home?!


You okay?

Oh, hi.

Mr. Terry, I have your
statement from last night.

Mind if you look it
over and sign it for us?

Yeah, sure.

You okay?


I have one other statement.

Cutler, dick cutler?

Should I just leave
it with you or?


Dick, why don't you come out
here and take care of this?





Yeah, this is keyes Terry.

Yeah, I...

Yes, can you tell...

Who was that?

That detective Clark.

He wants me to identify a body.

What are you talking about?


He said wouldn't need
me if they knew that.

It's bizarre.




What could've happened?

I don't know.

She was acting crazy today.

Something about work.

No ID, no nothing,

except for this little note
that we found in his pocket.

It has your name and
address written on it.

You know this man?


I don't, I mean, I saw
him once across the cafe,

but no, I don't know.

That's just excess air
escaping from the lungs.

You get used to it.


He reminds me of someone.

Keyes, honey, what is it?


The body, how you gonna bury it?

One piece at the
time, I imagine.

Well, assuming that a family
member doesn't claim them,

these guys usually wind up
as cadavers at med school.

Probably his greatest
contribution to society.

I'd like to pay
for a proper burial.

Wait, now, wait, wait.

You're gonna have
to help me here.

Now, do you know
this man or not?


But I'd like to make sure
he got properly buried.

Can you arrange that?

Like I said, I'll pay for it.


Yeah, we can take care of that.



What happened tonight,
at the morgue?

I don't know.

Yes, you do.

Tell me.

It's just...

Seeing that guy laying
there, he was all alone,

made me think of my father.

I don't know.

You don't think that...


Then why?

Who knows?

I don't know, maybe my
father's laying on the streets

some place right now.

Like to think somebody
would take care of him.

Somebody might return the favor.

Do you ever wonder
what he was like?

I bet he was like you.

I bet I would've
liked him very much.


Suki, where are you?

Are you here?

I haven't been able to think
about anything else all day.

Oh, god!


Damn it!


So, Mr. cutler,
you were the last one

to see her alive,
and when was this?

This afternoon, sir.

This afternoon.

Well, she was working
hard, painting, you know,

like there's no
tomorrow, so, well,

I think she was
feeling kinda lonely,

so I just did what I could,
you know, to keep her company.

I want you all to take it
really easy tonight, okay?



What you looking at?

Me, I guess.

I can't believe how
much has happened.

Gonna miss her.

Soam I.

Will you come to bed, please?


Well, you get what you pay for.

I'm still trying to figure
out why you did this.

He in there?

Oh, yeah, you just missed it.

Touching scene.

You guys work fast.

Franklin I. Bronner,
his name, how?

Basic, I called up his
prints, his history was there.

Figured it was only
fair since he had yours.

You mean, he had
a police record.

Yeah, you might say that.


What for?

You haven't paid the
bill for all this shit.

I'd hate to have you
rethink your offer.

You're kidding me, right?

This happened 26 years
ago, upstate New York.

Place called amityville.

Your friend here blew
away his whole family,

dad, mom, brother, and sister.

This is why you wanted to
meet me, to tell me this?

I thought you oughta know.

I also wanted to know more about

why you think he tried
to get in touch with you.

Actually, it was a
pretty famous case.

At the trial, there were
a lot of angry people

waiting outside the courthouse
pushing for a death penalty.

But he copped an insanity plea.

Claimed he was
possessed by the devil.

You okay?


This picture looks...

Looks familiar.

Can I keep this?


So, then what happened to him?

They sent him to danamore.

- Where?
- Danamore state hospital.

Cookie jar up north.

They released him seven years
ago when Reagan cut the budget

from mental institutions.

Guys like bronner slipped
right through their fingers.


So, I guess he just saw
your name somewhere, huh?

Maybe a photograph in the
magazine or something?

I wish.

Though we'll never know
why he came after you.


What the fuck, who
did this, Clark?!

Who did this?!

I never said
anything about that!


Keyes, relax, huh?


Somebody just screwed
up the paperwork

somewhere up the line.

I mean, it's not like
people are waiting in line

to help bury the homeless these
days, you know what I mean?

Somebody just made
a wrong assumption.

Take it easy, okay?

Yeah. Right.


Bronner, Franklin I.

Admitted: December 11th, 1966.

Prognosis: Paranoid,
delusional, sociopath.

Claimed to be communing
with unknown evil power.

Let's see.

Say you're a student?

Yeah, at community central.


Well, that's fine by me.

As you can see, there's nothing
to do around here anyway

until they close last wing down.

There used to be a
lot of bronner types.

So, like a genetic sort
of thing by my estimation.


These paranoid
delusory murderer types,

by all accounts, one day, they're
just fine and then, ping,

something clicks into place
and they're off to the races.

It's like the neighbor who said,
"he was such a quiet type."

You seem like the quiet type.

Look at me.

I can't seem to shut up.

Well, we don't get a
lot of visitors here.

Is there anything
else I can do for you?

Actually, I was wondering
if I could see his room,

if that's possible.

You fellas always
wanna go to the room,

like there was
some spirit there.

It's all in the file.

Suit yourself.

Cell 207, south wing.

It's shut down, so
watch your step.

You knew this Mr. bronner?

Actually no, I...

I met him once.

He gave me a gift.


I see.

Bet that was a mirror.

How did you know that?

How did you know
it was a mirror?

Ooh, I read minds.

I'm clairvoyant.

It's in the file,
everything is in the file.

What does it say in the
file about the mirror?

You know, the one advantage

of murdering your entire family?

You're sure to
inherit everything.

After bronner got out of here,

he could've had a whole
house in amityville.

Full of furniture.

According to this, all
he wanted was one mirror.

Everything else
was up for auction.

Why do you suppose that was?

I don't know.

Watch your step.

Come on, honey.

Keyes, we gotta go.

Oh, god, how many
years in this place?

Oh, no.

Surprise, surprise.

Guess who's got a visitor?

Who the hell are you, guys?

Oh, not this game again.

Hey, don't make me mess you up!


This is a mistake!

And you made it, bronner.

I'm not bronner.

He's my father.

Dr. Finney, treatment room 1.

Dr. Finney, treatment room 1.



Franklin, this is your wife.

Don't you remember her?

She's come a long
way to see you.


Help me.

I'm not crazy.

Why don't you
let us decide that?

Keyes, come over here.

Don't be scared, honey.

Hello, son.


Get up! Let's go!

Oh, my god.

We could've met in my office.

Whose in that grave, Clark?

Tell me. - No, you tell me.

Went to danamore today.

Goddammit, that's my father
in there, and you knew it!

Why didn't you tell me?!

I wasn't sure.

You had to know
I'd go down there.

Didn't you have any idea
what it would that do to me

to find out who he was
and what he had done?!

You already knew, keyes.

You knew.

Those memories were
buried inside you.

They had to come out.

You have to deal with them.

Who the hell are you?

I work with the special detail

that focuses on psychopathology.

Oh, so, what, like mass
murderers and serial killers?

Yeah, that sort of thing.


It's a growth industry.

If we'd been around the
time your father's crime

was committed, that
would've been our concern.

Asitis, I'm making it mine now.

What, so you've
been watching over me

since this thing started?

You and your special detail
deciding whether or not

I can learn about my
father, about myself.

What, is this your job
screwing with people's lives?!

Keyes, by the time I figured
out who the hell bronner was,

I realized you had to know.

I checked the records.

You were there, you saw it all.

Now, maybe you blocked it,

because children who
witness this kind of stuff

either block or they
become obsessive,

even thinking they may
do this sort of thing

themselves one day.

Now, you've lived free of pain

for the last few years, keyes.

But you've been
on borrowed time.

Now, this bill has come due.

I wanna help you.

I'll make some coffee.

He was only 17 when he
committed the murders.

He'd been in and out
of mental institutions

throughout his childhood.

Even still, he never
showed any tendency

toward violence at all.

Did he know she was pregnant?

I think the first
he heard he had a son

was the day your mother took you

to visit him at the
mental hospital.

So, after he got
out, he came here.


It's like he tracked you down.

Maybe he wanted you to remember.

That's pretty frightening.

What did he say to you that day?


Yeah, he gave me that
mirror over there

and he said it was in
his family for years.

Oh, that kind of make sense
in a strange sort of way.

So, that mirror
came from the house.


I wanna get it out of here.

I'll take care of
it in the morning.

Storm's coming.

It'll pass.

Where's this all going?

It doesn't matter.

I'm with you.

You're up early.

Sweetie, those are
your photographs.

Why are you destroying them?

Working on an idea
for the opening.

I need to lay it out first.


American gothic 2.

That's what I'm gonna call it.

Kind of a send up to
the whole Grant wood,

Norman Rockwell deal.

Norman Rockwell.

Funny, never thought of that.

So, you're gonna blow these up?



Then I'm gonna be a
build a set around it,

kinda like a huge
Thanksgiving scene.

I don't get it,
not that I have to.

A huge happy Thanksgiving scene.

You know, mom, dad, a
couple of kids, a Turkey.

Kind of stuff you grew up with.

A Turkey?


A Turkey.

It's just gonna have this
rotting mold sorta shit

growing around the
bottom, you know,

signifying the
inevitable degeneration

of the American family.

But, I don't know,
it's too heavy...

Is everything okay, sweetie?

Yeah, I'm just very
excited about this.

And so am I.

What the hell is
this doing here?

I thought you said you
were gonna get rid of it.


I'll try to work it in.




Oh, my god.

Keyes, honey, you in there?

Come in!

Why not?


You okay?

I saw your, uh, in the
other room, your thing.

Is it done?

Where have you been?


Where do you think?

You've been working
all day, sweetie?


Okay, look.



Oh, my god.

They're all this way.

The emulsion ran.

I've seen it before, but...

No, no, not like this.

Look, they're all dead.

Well, it looks kind
of like an ink blot.

Doesn't it?

I guess everybody sees
something different.


What do you see?

Maybe it's time for
you to take a break.

I can't, I need
this for the show.

Come on.

We'll figure something else out.

Come on.



What is it?


It's only a dream.

Where are you going?

Been having these
nightmares for a week now,

ever since I met him.

They're his dreams, it's
the only explanation.

That's not possible.

You know that.

Don't you?


But they're so real.

It's like Clark said,
you repressed the memory,

and I guess it's just
trying to get out.

I don't have a memory of
what happened in amityville.

I wasn't born yet!

Maybe it is mine.

- What?
- Maybe I'm gonna commit

the same crime.

Maybe it's my destiny.

Just like bronner,
maybe it's in the blood.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Remember what else Clark said.

He said that it was
easy to become obsessed

with that thought.

You're in control
of your own life.

Think I've lost it.

Then take it back!

We'll take back
control, together.

What bronner did was
a terrible thing,

but that doesn't mean you're
gonna relive his insanity.

You're not gonna kill anyone.

How do you know that?

I know you're stuck
in it right now,

but you have to get
to the other side.


You can do it.


Kill us.

Kill us all.

I think you need an
ending for your show.

This is it.

This is what?

Come on.

Look, here's my thinking.

When something terrifies you,

the best thing to do is
confront it, head on.

I mean, that's practically
what you do for a living.

You're an artist.

You're suppose to be
scared and confused.

So, go after what scares you.

Go after bronner.

You think this is funny.

No, I'm serious!

You've got this ridiculous idea

that you're destined
to shoot your family.

Well, dick, Jane, pauli,
we're your family.

Shoot us.

We can even put red
food coloring in it.

It'll look like blood.

Sorry, I just don't
see the connection.

All right, maybe
it's a stupid idea.

Keyes, I can only help
you to a certain point.

Tonight's your chance.

You designed this crazy
show for a reason.

See it through.



Man, you look like shit.

Come on in, come on in.

You wanna take a look?


- Sure.
- So, come on.

Give me a hand. Come on.

Gently, gently, gently, gently.

The gun's on a timer.

Set to go off sometime
before the year 2001.

I call this

when and where.

It's like life.


The TV setup.

I mean, everyone's used to
watching violence on TV, right?

I'm giving them an option.

Hey, you all right, hombre?

I don't know.

So much death
around here, pauli.


I don't intend to die.

Actually, no one does until it
really happens, though, huh?

It's not loaded.


Oh, that's good.

Here we go.

Oh, yeah, here we go.

Hi, thanks for coming.

Show's right in there.

Here you go.


She was really distraught.

Her lover died recently.

I heard she committed a suicide.

Her work really shows it.

You're a very brave man, pauli.

A loaded gun, with all
these critics around.

One of you care to sit here
while I go and use the can?


Hon, you okay?

So, when are we gonna do this?

I don't know.

It's going great, though.

Jane was right.

Scott from the times is here.

And I think Grant
people showed up.

So, about 10 minutes.

I'll tell everyone 10 minutes.


You've reach
inspector Clark's office.

If this is an emergency,
please dial 911,

otherwise leave a message him.

Clark, this is keyes.

I need your help.

Bobby, it's nice to see you.

Ah, dammit.

It's okay, we're
taking care of it.



Maybe you could
find the candles.

Good idea, dick.

Shoot, where's the flashlight?

I'll be right back.

Watch out for the
matches, will you?

If 1 get through this
evening, no more artists.

Jesus Christ.



Oh, my god.


Dick, help me.

I'm so alone.

You promised me.

You said forever.

Is that really you?

You said forever.

Dick, I wanna take you with me.

No, you keep away from me!

Hold me.

Touch me.


Oh, oh!

There we go!


Is keyes ready?


Let's do it.


Okay, right this way.

It's called American gothic 2.

It's a performance piece.

It's compelling, probing,
and mercifully short.

Excuse me.

Get the hell out of that chair.

Come on, man, it's
probably not loaded anyway.

You're in here,
aren't you, bronner?

Watching me.


Know what you want,
I'm not gonna do it!

I'm not you!

I'm not.

Go to hell, bronner!

I refuse!


Oh, no, suk.

Okay, no, if I can get alone.

Well, that's the
easy part, 100%.

Then, what do I
want, an ingestible?

What do I want... - Dick.

Is that you?

I should've gone to Parsons!

I should have!

But people like you said
I had a head for business!

But I don't have now, do I?

Do I, keyes?!


Where you going?!

Come back here!

Are you a landlord?


I'm proud of you, son.

Now, it's up to you.

What is?


It's in your blood.

This is gonna be good.

Where the hell is dick?

Maybe we should just go on.

I told you he'd weasel out.

Ladies, this ain't
what we rehearsed.


Look at me.






Keyes, stop.

Look at me.

Hold your fire, hold your fire.


Son, you can do it.

Come on.

Everybody down!


It's in your blood.


Come on!

Leave me alone!

Everyone lost their mind?



Big mistake, keyes.

Seven years bad luck.