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(Susan crying)

- All right, darling, let's go.

Susan, did you hear me?

We're leaving.

- No, Aunt Cora, I'm
staying with Mommy.

- Please, honey, I know
you're upset,

but I don't want you to stay out
here and catch a cold.

Let's go home.

- I'm not going home.

I'm going to your house.

- That's right.

My house is gonna be your home

until you're old enough to inherit
your mother's estate.

Now let's get in the car.

(Susan crying)

Come on, Susan, it's
time to go now.

(Susan crying) (dramatic music)

- [Susan] I won't go with you,
I won't.

No, Aunt Cora, I won't. - Susan.

Susan, wait!

Not Susan, oh god please,
not Susan.

(wind whistling)

- [Eerie Voices] Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

(wind whistling)

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

(explosions rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(gate creaking)

(thunder rumbling)

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, little girl, come here.

What are you doing here?

(man groaning)

Oh, no.

No, no.

Oh, my head. (groaning)
(tense music)

(evil forces trilling)

(man groaning)

(explosion rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(evil forces trilling)

(thunder rumbling)

(suspenseful music)
(rats squeaking)

(Susan gasping)

(tomb scraping)

(eerie voices squeaking)

- [Simon] I've been treating your
niece since she was child.

Her behavior's been normal for
over 10 years now, Cora.

Believe me, there's nothing
wrong with Susan.

- Look, Simon, what
happened to my sister

and to the Nomed family is
not my imagination.

Here's my father's diary.

I have hesitated to show it to
anyone over the years,

even to you.

It's my family history.

Read it, Simon.

- I'm aware of the
superstition and mythology

that surrounds your family, Cora.

You have a very
active imagination.

I deal in reality.

- Are you afraid to read it?
(Simon chuckles)

Simon, you've always been
willing to help.

- And I always will be.

I happen to love Susan very much.

What's really bothering you, Cora?

- Susan is starting to behave the
same way her mother did

before she died.

- Do you realize that
you've come to me

with the same anxiety

every anniversary of your
sister's death?

Every time Susan visits her
mother's grave.

(dramatic music)

Look, Cora, Susan is a
beautiful grown woman now.

She's married.

Let her lead her own life.

It's time to let go, Cora.

(eerie music)

- [Eerie Voices] Susan.
(rats squeaking)

Susan Nomed.

Susan Nomed.

- [Simon] Therefore, did the
demon extricate itself

from the crown of thorns,

departing the confines of the
outer rim area of hell,

and was rewarded with the
eternal possession

of the first female born of the
family known as Nomed.

Once having left the mausoleum,

the demon is one with
the possessed

and can only be returned to
rest by the first born

having reunited the demon with
the crown of thorns.

And lest we forget,

no Nomed woman must enter the
sanctuary of the mausoleum.

Jonathan Nomed, August 16th, 1682.

(gate creaking)

- [Eerie Voices] Susan.

- [Oliver] Susan.

Hey, wake up, hon.

Are you all right?

I couldn't wake ya.

- Oliver.

- Yeah? (chuckles)

Did you expect somebody else?

- Did you bring me home?

- What are you talking about?

You must have been dreaming.

- I guess I was.

(doorbell ringing)

- Be right back.

Hi, Ben.

- Sorry to disturb you, Mr.
Farrell.

- That's all right.

- I just wanted to let you know
that I'll be back next week

to get the rest of that
stubborn stump out.

- Fine, fine.

- Mrs. Farrell not feeling well?

- [Oliver] Oh, no, she's fine.,
she's just resting.

- Well, I'll see you
next week then.

- Thanks, Ben.

- Have a good evening.

- You too.

You know, I think Ben
kinda likes you.

How do you feel?

- Fine, I think I must have
had a nightmare.

- Listen, why don't we get out
here and go down to the club

and do some dancing?

- Oh, oh, I'd like that, honey.

(Oliver moaning)

I'm coming, darling.

- [Oliver] We'd better hurry or
we'll lose a table.

- I'm so glad we're
going out tonight.

How do I look?

- Fantastic, you look
absolutely great.

- Yeah?

- I got eight o'clock
reservations.

We'd better get moving.

- Okay.

(disco music) (people chattering)

- [Hostess] Enjoy your evening.

- Thank you.

- Who are you looking at?

- Where?

- Here.

- I was looking at
the dance floor.

- You were looking at her,
weren't you?

And this is the last time you're
gonna do this to me.

When you take me out,
you look at me.

- I don't know what the hell
you're talking about,

but you're always bitching about
the same old shit.

- That's because it's always the
same old shit with you.

- Cheers.

Honey, listen now,

I'm sorry we can't spend
more time together,

but as soon as I get these
contracts signed

and the deal taken care of,

I promise you we'll get away and
have a vacation, okay?

- I understand, honey.

Now, let's dance.

- Okay. (Susan chuckles)

- Excuse me, Mr. Farrell,
phone call for you.

- [Oliver] Sorry, hon,
be right back.

- Hey, honey, come here.

(Susan gasps)

- Let go of me. - Why
waste a dance, huh?

- Leave me alone. - Come on.

(Susan groans)

What the hell is wrong with her?

- What about the contracts,
are they ready?

Very good.

Yeah, I'll be right down.

All right, thanks.

Well, guess what.

The contracts are ready,

and the clients are in from New
York, and I have to go.

I'm sorry.

- Oh, it doesn't matter, honey.

Let's go, I don't
wanna stay anyway.

- [Oliver] Be a good boy, thanks.

(Oliver laughing)

- Ah, Mr. Farrell, I'll have
your car ready for you.

- Oh, you want a ticket, here, I
got a number for you.

- Right. - Thanks.

- You gotta start somewhere,
right?

(Susan and Oliver laughing)

I can't believe those
contracts are signed.

- Oh. - Hey.

- Okay, honey, it's okay.

Don't bother.

- Hey, what's your problem, huh?

- It's okay, it's okay,
he's drunk.

Let's get in the car.

(engine sputtering)

(fire roaring)

- Oh, shit!

(evil forces trilling)

- [Man] Hey, hey.

Hey.

Open the door! - Hey, come on,
open the door.

Get the hell out of there.

What are you doing? - Break it up!

- [Oliver] Come on, open it up.

Try, go to the other one, push
that door open, come on!

- [Man] Open the door.
(banging on window)

Open the door.

(Oliver groaning)

- Son of a bitch. - Help, help me.

(man screaming)

(explosions rumbling)

- Mrs. Farrell, I have bread,
milk, eggs, and tuna.

Is there anything else?

- Pick up four or five guavas,
Elsie.

- How do you spell it?

- G-U.

Make it a cantaloupe.

- Cantaloupes.

- And an eight-pound
Chateaubriand.

- Who is that for, Mrs. Farrell?

- To the Delmarcos next week.

- Them?

They can eat hot dogs.

- Elsie, just pick up the
things I need.

- If that's all, Mrs. Farrell,
I'll be leaving now.

And I'll take care of all this by
the time I get back.

- [Susan] Okay, Elsie, you
enjoy your days off.

- [Elsie] Thank you.

(knocking on door)

(knocking on door)

- Yes, Ben.

- Mr. Farrell around?

- No, he's at work, Ben.

What do you want?

- Alone at last.

- What did you say, Ben?

- Coffee, it smells good.

I don't suppose you
could spare a cup?

- Of course.

(Susan gasping) (Ben laughing)

- I didn't mean to scare you, Mrs.
Farrell.

- Here.

I'll tell Oliver you wanna see
him when he gets home.

- Mm.

Much obliged.

- [Susan] Right, Ben.

- I'll return this when I'm
through with it.

- Okay, Ben.

(suspenseful music)

(evil forces trilling)

(evil forces trilling)

(evil forces trilling)

(doors rattling)

(evil forces trilling)

- Are you all right, Mrs. Farrell?

- Call me Susan.

- Uh, Susan.

I thought I heard a, uh.

- Do you want some more coffee,
Ben?

- No, no, I--

- Well, then I suggest you get
back to your work.

- Are you sure you didn't
hear anything?

(Ben groaning)

(evil forces trilling)

(glass cracking)

- You never brought back the cup.

- Maybe you and I should
go look for it.

- Where do you
suppose it could be?

- I think I left it in
the tennis court.

Upstairs?

- No.

- Garage?

- Mm-hmm.

- Why didn't I think of that?

(both chuckling)

- Why didn't you?

- Come here, you.

- Oh.

(Susan moaning)

(Ben groaning)

- You bitch, you. (laughing)

(Susan moaning)

- You didn't expect anything
different, did you?

(Susan moaning)

- You know, Mrs. Farrell, you had
me fooled for a while.

(Susan moaning)

You and me are gonna have a real
good time, Mrs. Farrell.

A real good time. (chuckling)

(dramatic music)

(thunder rumbling)

(evil forces trilling)

Now I know why that husband of
yours stays home so long.

I've had some women in my time.

Some of them real pros, you
know what I mean.

But (chuckling) sure as hell
you beat them all.

And you play rough too.

Hey.

I have some more tricks
up my sleeve.

Let's try something new, hmm?

(evil forces trilling)

Are you asleep?

- [Susan] I never sleep.

- Good.

Come, let's you and I
get going again.

- [Susan] You're the only one
that's going, Ben.

(Ben screaming)

(Susan laughing maniacally)

- Susan?

Sweetheart.

I should have come home earlier.

Where's Elsie?

- [Susan] I gave her the night off
so we could be alone.

- Susie.

I've never seen you
like this before.

- I've never felt
like this before.

- Honey, I love you.

- Show me.

(gentle instrumental music)

(suspenseful music)

No more.

No more, I won't, I can't.

So it is.

So it shall be.

You're not me.

You're not.

(clock chiming)

- Morning.

Hmm, how come you always
smell so good, huh?

- It's the bacon, honey.
(chuckling)

- Sure. (Susan chuckling)

Who were you talking to?

- When?

- Just now, when I was upstairs.

I thought I heard you
talking to somebody.

- Well, if you mean my lover,
he's in the closet.

- You mean you don't
wanna talk about it?

- It means that I don't know what
you're talking about.

How would you like your eggs?

- I hate to tell you this,

but I have to go to the
officer early.

I can't have breakfast.

- Are you gonna be home
late tonight?

- Why do you ask?

- Well, I'd hate for you to
catch me with my lover.

- You just get him out of here
before I get home, okay?

- Oh, Cora's coming today.

- [Oliver] Good, well,
say hello for me.

- Susan.

Susan, are you here?

(door banging)

Elsie, are you here?

Where the hell is she?

(wind whistling)
(objects rattling)

(suspenseful music)

Susan?

Susan, are you up there?

Would you mind telling me what's
going on around here?

I brought the estate
papers you wanted.

(dramatic music) (Susan growling)

Oh, my god!

- God can't help you now.
(growling)

- Susan, please.

(Cora screaming)

- Nomed Cora! (Cora screaming)

(Susan growling)
(thunder rumbling)

(rats squeaking)

(fire crackling)

- Hi, hon.

Sorry I'm so late, darling.

- They're beautiful.

- I've been thinking
about you all day.

(both moaning)

what's for dinner?

- Poached salmon.

And me.

(chuckling)

(chair creaking)

(evil forces trilling)

(phone ringing)

- [Simon] Dr. Andrews, yeah.

- Simon, it's Oliver.

- [Simon] Oliver?

Are you all right?

Hold on a minute.

- [Oliver] Simon, I've
gotta talk to you.

- Do you know what time it is?

- Listen, it's about Susan.

- [Simon] What's wrong with her?

Is she hurt?

- No, but,

oh, my god, I mean, it was awful.

- Now, calm down, Oliver, and tell
me what's the matter.

- All right, listen, I fell
asleep and woke up,

and she was not in bed, she was
over there in the corner.

And I don't know what it was, but
I know it wasn't Susan.

I don't know what the hell it was.

Simon, look, I'm sorry
about the hour

and I'm sorry to bother you,

but I don't think you
realize what I just saw.

I mean, I think you should come
over here right now.

- Look, Oliver, it's very late.

I think it'd be best if we
all get some sleep.

Have Susan come to my office
tomorrow at 2:30, okay?

- All right.

Thank you, Simon.

Good night.

- Are you all right?

Who were talking to?

- Oh, just a wrong number.

- I didn't hear the phone ring.

- I got to it quick.

I couldn't sleep, so I came
downstairs to have a drink.

- Well, I'm sorry I startled you.

I'll clean it up in the morning.

Why don't you come back to bed?

- You okay? (suspenseful music)

- Mm-hmm.

(Simon sighing)

(suspenseful music)

(clock chiming)

- Elsie, Mrs. Farrell
is still asleep.

When she comes down, tell her I
went to the office

and I'll try to be back about
12:30, I'm expecting a call.

- She won't be here, Mr. Farrell.

This is Thursday, and she always
have her hair appointment

on Thursday mornings,
you know that.

- All right, then will you just

put up a pot of coffee for her?

- We're out of coffee, Mr.
Farrell.

- Well, then tea, darling.

Will you make her some tea?

- I'll make it right now, Mr.
Farrell,

'cause I just might not be here
when you get back.

- Look, Elsie, what are
you talking about?

Not your sister, she's not
sick again, is she?

- No, Mr. Farrell.

It's spiritual matters.

- Well, look, Elsie, I
really gotta get going,

and we'll talk about this--

- But Mr. Farrell.

- Later, Elsie.

Listen, when I get back,
we'll discuss it,

but just after Susan, will you?

- But I always do.

- Yeah, but today more than
any other time.

Now, we'll talk when I get back,
I promise.

- Okay, okay.

Promises, promises.

That's all he ever do is promise.

Just promise all the time.

That fool, I can't get him
to see nothing.

(suspenseful music)

There's some strange shit
going on in this house.

And I know damn well it is.

(playful music)

Mr. Farrell, Mr. Farrell!

Mother father, sucker got away.

Good googley boogley,

I tried to tell Mr. Farrell there
was something wrong.

I need a drink of the good stuff.

I don't usually drink this stuff
since I got religion, but.

Lord have mercy,

I ain't been this nervous
since I've been black.

Now I go and take care
of Miss Farrell.

(suspenseful music)

(Susan growling)

No more breathing, I'm leaving.

(playful music)

- I know Simon wants to see
me for a checkup,

but I don't need one, I feel fine.

- Yeah, but what about
the nightmares?

- Why bother with that?

But if you want me to go, I'll go.

- I want you to go, Susan, okay?

What happened to Elsie
this afternoon?

She didn't show up.

- Oh, it's probably her
sister again.

She will show up later.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

Hi, Martha.

No, let me ask Susan.

- Ask me what?

- Martha was supposed to have
lunch with Cora yesterday,

and she didn't show up.

She tried calling her at the house

but couldn't reach her
there either.

- She will show up later.

- Listen, don't worry about Cora,
all right?

Just try calling her at
the house later.

Yeah, I will.

Okay, bye bye.

She says hello.

Speaking of people not showing up,

whatever happened to our
great gardener?

He's supposed to finish
taking out that stump.

- Oh, you know what he's like.

Why don't you give him a call?

- Off to the doctor, my dear girl.

- Okay, honey, bye. - Bye.

- These will help get some rest.

You said yourself you've been
feeling tired lately.

And you do look a bit pale.

- Oh, I've been having some
bad nights lately.

Some nightmares like I used to.

- Why didn't you let me know?

- Simon, I really don't need this.

- All right, then will do
something for me?

- What's that?

- Will you let me try hypnosis?

- Simon, that stuff's nonsense.

- If it were nonsense, I
wouldn't suggest it.

- Well, you can try if you want
to, but it won't work.

- You're right, it won't.

- What do you mean?

- Hypnosis depends upon

the full cooperation and
concentration of the subject.

- Okay, I'll try.

- That's my good girl.

Now, all right, just lie
back on the couch.

Go ahead, back, lie your
head back and relax.

Just get yourself comfortable.

Make sure you're in a real
comfortable position.

Okay? - Mm-hmm.

- Uncross your hands, dear.

That's right, just lay
them in your lap.

All right, is that comfortable?

- Mm-hmm. - That's good.

Now, I want you to
watch the crystal.

(suspenseful music)

That's right.

That's right.

That's right.

All right, now, close your eyes.

Just close them, that's right.

Now, I want you to listen
to the first sound

that you can hear.

Now slowly open your eyes again,
very slowly.

Now your eyes are getting heavy.

You're getting sleepy.

Sleepy, very heavy.

You wanna sleep.

That's right, let them go.

Let them go, let them go.

Give in to it, give in, give in,
let them close.

Sleep, sleep.

Now you're going deeper.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Susan, can you hear me?

- I'm staying with Mommy.

- What's your name?

Is your name Susan Farrell?

- No, I'm Susan Walker.

- How old are you?

- 10.

- [Simon] What's the matter,
Susan?

What's the matter? (Susan sobbing)

- They're putting Mommy in the
ground. (sobbing)

Oh, oh, I hate Aunt Cora.

I don't wanna go and live
with Aunt Cora.

I don't like you.

I hate you. (sobbing)

I want Mommy!

I want my mommy.

(Susan panting and gasping)

- What's the matter, Susan?

Where are you now?

- Safe. - Where?

- I'm in the mausoleum.

(dramatic music)

(evil forces trilling)
(Susan growling)

- [Simon] What in
Christ's name is this?

- You didn't know I existed.
(growling and hissing)

(laughing maniacally)

- [Simon] Who are you?

- Nomed. (laughing maniacally)

Oliver told you about me,

- Susan. - didn't he?

- Susan!

(laughing maniacally)

Susan, listen to me.

When I count to three,
you'll wake up.

You'll remember nothing
of what happened.

Lie back down very slowly,
back down, Susan.

And you will be
relaxed and rested.

One, two, three, open your eyes
slowly, very slowly.

How do you feel?

- I feel fine.

- Good, that's good.

- [Susan] No more nightmares?

- I'm sure you'll get a very
good night's rest.

- Yeah?

Mm, thank you, Simon.

- Give my best to Oliver.

- I will.

(gentle instrumental music)

(phone keypad clicking)

- Dr. Logan, please.

Dr. Andrews.

Thank you.

Roni, Simon.

Yes, it has been a while.

Well, I'm fine, just fine,
and you?

I'm glad.

From what I've been reading
in the journals,

your lecture tours have
been a big success.

No, no, as a matter of fact, I
didn't call about the tour.

Roni.

Roni, I've got a problem.

No, no, no, it's a patient.

Let me explain.

My initial diagnosis was extreme
schizophrenic regression.

Just a second.

Just wanna gather myself, Roni.

It was extreme
schizophrenic regression

manifested by inner impulses and
outer physical projection,

including vocal and
facial fantasies.

Yes, yes, one session just now.

Roni, I've never seen anything
like this before.

It's one of the reasons that
prompted this call.

Look, I'm too close to this one.

I've been treating since
she was a child.

She's 30 years old now.

Yes.

Yes, yes, there is a
history of possession.

- [Susan] You didn't know I
existed. (growling and hissing)

(laughing maniacally)

- [Simon] Who are you?

- [Susan] Nomed. (tape
player clicks)

- Now this by itself,

I can explain as classic vocal
schizophrenic manifestations.

The demon voice, I admit,
is unique.

But the physical changes,
unbelievable.

- What sort of changes, Simon?

- I saw a green light emanating
from Susan's eyes.

Look, Roni, I, (chuckling)

I'm not in the habit of seeing
my patients light up.

- Oh.

Simon, if this is
demonic possession,

some of my suggestions may seem
very unscientific.

Look, Simon, if you're too close,
too involved personally,

you'll have to step aside.

- I am that close.

I'm that involved.

That's why I can't step aside.

- All right.

Then leave me the tapes
and the diary

and the medical history, okay?

- Roni, I really need your
help on this one.

Susan's very, very special to me.

- Plant delivery.

Plant delivery, ma'am.

- You must have the wrong house.

- [Delivery Man] Well, ma'am, I
got the right house.

Yep, it's the right house.

You must have a gardener.

We only deal with gardeners.

- We don't need any
more landscaping.

- Look, lady, I just deliver them,
I don't grow 'em.

Understand?

- Well, there must be
some mistake.

Why don't you come in
and use my phone?

Call your shop.

It's in the kitchen.

- Yeah, okay.

Yeah.

- It's in there.

- In there?

- Mm-hmm.

- Nice.

You're nice too, you know?

- Why don't you make
your call first?

- No. - Please.

Make your call

and then we'll go upstairs.
- All right.

(delivery man sighs)

(phone keypad clicking)

(suspenseful music)

(evil forces trilling)

(delivery man groaning)

(delivery man screaming)

(Susan growling)

(delivery man groaning)

(eerie music)

- Susan, did you hurt yourself?

Honey, come down here.

Susan, what happened
with this phone?

Susan, are you all right?

- I'm here, Oliver.

I'm sorry, honey.

I was taking a nap.

The session with Simon
just drained me.

- Listen, come down,

that's what I have to talk to
you about, all right?

- Oliver, can't it wait
till morning?

- No, it can't wait till morning.

We have to talk about it now,
Susan.

- I'm just too tired now.

It'll have to wait till morning.

- Susan.

What do you mean you're
too tired now?

Susan? (door slams shut)

(phone keypad clicking)

(phone line ringing)

- [Roni] Look at these.

- Look, Roni, we both know

these are just textbook
manifestations.

- You still don't understand,
Simon.

You have read the diary.

You're an intelligent
professional.

Everything you saw was
detailed in the diary.

The possession's already begun,
Simon.

I'm trying to-- - All right,
all right.

It's just that it's so hard for
me to believe this.

What do we have to do, Roni?

- Oh, not we, you.

Use what's already been
outlined in the diary.

I read the part about Susan's
father's life and death.

The answer is right in
front of you.

- Do you honestly believe this
is going to work?

- It's the only chance you have.

You must use the crown of thorns,
it'll neutralize

the possession. (knocking on door)

- Who is it?

Oliver.

- Sorry to barge in on you
like this, Simon.

- That's perfectly all right.

- We have to do something now.

- We are.

I would like you to meet my
colleague, Dr. Logan, Roni.

- Hello, Mr. Farrell.

I've been assisting Dr. Andrews.

What he's about to tell you

is gonna be very difficult
for you to believe,

but please try.

- Tell me what, what is
she talking about?

- [Simon] Does the name Nomed
mean anything to you?

Well, there's no time, Oliver,
I've got to tell you.

I've never given any credence

to the idea of religion, God,
the devil

having any foundation in
relationship to human behavior.

But in Susan's case, there is no
other explanation.

- Explanation,
explanation of what?

What are you talking about?

What's wrong with my wife?

- She's not your wife.

The woman you're living with
looks like Susan,

she looks exactly like your wife,
but she's not your wife.

- Are you trying to tell me that
Susan's losing her mind?

I mean, am I losing my wife?

Is that what's happening?

- [Simon] It's a power, a demon,
a demon.

It's demonic possession
of the first born

of every woman of the
Nomed family.

She is possessed, do you
understand that, possessed.

It's a demon.

- Oh, she's demon-possessed,
I see.

- That is correct.

Now, the book tell it all.

It is possession of the first born
of the Nomed women.

Now, we need your help.

We need it desperately.

We have to confine her.

We have to put her away somewhere.

- [Oliver] No, no, I'm not
going to confine her.

There's gotta be another way.

There has to be another
solution for this.

- Then we have no alternative.

I'm going to have to follow

the diary's instructions, Oliver.

Go home.

I'll be there tonight.

But don't get too close to Susan.

Obviously, we are not going to be
able to confine her.

What do you suggest?

- Go to the mausoleum and get
that crown of thorns.

And place it on Susan's head
tonight before it's too late.

- [Salesman] It is very unusual,
isn't it?

I have another one,
similar in feeling.

But this one has been sold.

- I want this.

- I'm sorry, I told you,
it's been sold.

- I don't care.

How much do you want for this?

- I can't sell you something
that isn't mine.

- [Woman] Excuse me, how
much is this one?

(salesman gasping)

Hey, lady!

Goddammit, bring that back.

Wait a second, it isn't mine!

Dammit, lady, bring it back here,
it isn't mi-- (gagging)

(evil forces trilling)

(salesman screaming)

(people shouting)

(body thuds) (people screaming)

- What the hell is this?

It's five o'clock, what are
you doing in bed?

Susan?

Susan, Susan, wake up,
we have to talk.

- Oh, it's too early, Oliver.

- No, we have to talk now,
it's not too early.

- Oh, no more, Oliver, no more.

I did what you wanted.

I saw Simon, and there's
nothing wrong with me.

- Honey, there is something
wrong with you.

Look at this, what is this?

What the hell is going on here?

What is this, huh?

There's something wrong with you.

- I like that painting.

- Susan, you have to
communicate with me.

If you don't, I can't help you.

Simon can't help you.

No one can help you.

- Fuck Simon.

(dramatic music)

(evil forces trilling)

(Susan growling)

- [Oliver] Susie, I'm sorry
about this afternoon.

Keep the painting, if you like.

(dishes clattering)

Oh, boy.

- Why don't you leave
things alone?

- Hey, Susie, it was just a plate.

- And don't call me Susie,
I hate it!

- What's got into you tonight,
anyway, for Christ's sakes?

I was only trying to help you.

- Yeah?

Well, why don't you help
with these then?

(intense dramatic music)

- [Susan] You didn't know I
existed. (hissing)

(laughing maniacally)

(suspenseful music)

- Susan?

(gentle instrumental music)

Honey?

- Are you all right, darling?

You look so tired.

Come here.

Come here.

(Oliver sighing)

- Listen, I'm fine.

Don't worry about me.

I just wanna make sure
that you're okay.

- Oh, honey, I'm okay.

- You know, if anything were
ever to happen to you,

I don't know what I'd do.

- Honey, it's okay.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

I love you.

- I love you too.

- It's okay, it's okay.

(both moaning)

- Oh, baby.

(thunder rumbling)
(dramatic music)

(both moaning)

You know what? - Mm.

- That trip we've been
wanting to take?

The vacation, we'll do it.

Get away, we'll do everything we
wanted to do, I promise.

- Yeah?

(Susan moaning)

(thunder rumbling)

(evil forces trilling)
(thunder rumbling)

(evil forces trilling)

(evil forces trilling)

(Oliver gasping and groaning)

(Oliver gagging)

(Susan growling)

(tires squealing)

(suspenseful music)

(cat snarling)

(dramatic music)

- [Simon] Oh, my god.

(Susan humming a lullaby)

(eerie lullaby music)

(Susan screaming)

(thunder rumbling)

(Susan screaming)

(suspenseful music)

(eerie lullaby music)

- Hi, Uncle Simon.

How do you like this?

- What are you doing with that,
Susan?

- Oh, nothing.

Just remembering.

Have you seen Oliver?

- Where is he?

- He's late again, Simon.

I think he's been
working too hard.

I think it's 'cause he loves me.

I know that.

There's something very special
about loving Oliver

and living in this house.

- This house, it has a lot
memories for you,

doesn't it, Susan?

- I was so happy when I was a
little girl here.

And Mommy and Daddy loved
each other so much.

(trunk lid slams shut)

I think that's why Mommy died.

(eerie music)

Because she just couldn't
live without him.

- That's not why she died.

She died because of the curse
of the Nomed women.

It's this evil.

This evil that's within you.

I am going to finish what your
father died trying to do.

(Susan screeching and growling)

(bones cracking)

(Susan laughing)

(dramatic music)

(thunder rumbling)

- Susan.

Susan, come on, dear.

Susan, quickly, come on, dear,
come on.

Come on, Susan.

- Simon, where am I?

- Come on, dear, we have no time,
Susan.

(thunder rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder rumbling)

(demon gagging (dramatic music)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder rumbling)

(gate creaking)

- [Eerie Voices] Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

- Susie, you know what
has to be done.

- Simon, I don't.

I can't.

- Susan, it's part of you.

You have to do it.

You released it as a child.

Only you can return it.

There's no more time.

You must do it now.

(Susan crying)

(suspenseful music)
(thunder rumbling)

(eerie lullaby music)

(demon groaning)

(tomb scraping)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Simon, I don't understand.

- [Simon] There's a lot I have to
explain to you, Susie.

- But where's Oliver?

- Later, later.

(rats squeaking)

(gentle instrumental music)

(gate creaking)

You've known this secret
and lived with it

like your father before you, and
his father before him.

Remember, no one goes
into the mausoleum.

No one.

(gentle instrumental music)

(dramatic music)

(laughing maniacally)

(gentle instrumental music)

♪ Love and other painful things

♪ They take control

♪ And make us lose wings to fly

♪ To where we'll be

♪ Alone with memories

♪ Let me live life free

♪ Again to where I'm only me

♪ And not the child

♪ Who I'm not meant to be

♪ Let's blow the fire dead

♪ That's burning in my head

♪ Let me live life free again

♪ Please let me be for a while

♪ Give me the chance
to find myself

♪ Be me for a while

♪ Feel 100 dreams have
come and gone

♪ Just swept away

♪ They're not meant to stay

♪ So all that's left is to play

♪ The end will finally
close the book

♪ We've reached the end

♪ Let's hope we'll
never look again

♪ To see the pain

♪ And live the fear we knew

♪ We are free again

(upbeat music)