All language subtitles for Terror Tract

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

(BIRD CAWING)

(MEWING)

(MEWING CONTINUES)

Oh, you little monster!
(HISSING)

Shoo! Get out of my yard!

(YOWLING)

(THUDDING)
(CAT SHRIEKS)

Oh!

What was that?

(GROWLING)

Oh, nothing.
Hmm.

BOB: It's a glorious day,
isn't it?

Day like this
makes me love my job.

And it's not just
selling houses.

Walls, a roof, a patch of sod.

No, it's much more than that.

It's helping people attain
the American Dream.

You seem to be doing
pretty good at it.

How's that?
It's a nice car.

(LAUGHS) Thanks.

That watch,
is it 14 karat gold?

Your husband has good taste.

My company has
this great incentive plan.

You make $5 million your
first five years, guaranteed.

Ooh.
(EXHALES)

Maybe I should get
in this line of work.

If you're serious,
let me know.

I'll talk to
my sales manager.

How long you two
little pumpkins been married?

Three months.
(LAUGHS) Three months!

That's wonderful.

I'm a family man myself.

And now you're ready to find
that cozy little love nest, huh?

Well, I'm not gonna waste any
more of your time jawboning.

What say we take a look-see?
Huh?

(MEN LAUGHING)

Okay.

I don't believe in saving
the best for last,

so I'm gonna
start off with it.

This one's nice and secluded on the end
of the cul-de-sac with woods behind.

Do any fishing, Allen?
Do you like to fish?

When I can find the time.

Down the dirt road,
at the end of the street,

there's a beautiful small lake
that's chock-full of bass and brim.

Wow.
So, let me tell you...

Here we are.

It's a four plus three, with pool,
Jacuzzi, and a gorgeous backyard.

Ready to move in. It's only been
on the market a couple of months.

Did the sellers move?
No.

They're not living anymore.

Not living?

You mean they're...
Dead, deceased, defunct.

Moved away to that great
subdivision in the sky.

What happened?

You sure you wanna hear
about this?

Well, I suppose you'll
find out sooner or later.

And as your real estate agent,
it's my ethical duty

to fully disclose all
information about the property.

It's a lurid little tale,
let me tell you.

But, hey,
these things happen,

even in the suburbs.

A couple lived here,
Louis and Sarah Freemont.

The whole thing started
one night,

when Louis was going away
on a business trip.

Take care. I do love you.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(STAIRS CREAKING)

(GASPS)

I didn't expect you so soon.

He could've seen you.

You should've waited.
I couldn't wait.

(MOANING)

Why don't you let me take
you out of here, right now?

No, it's not time yet.

It will be,
I promise. Soon.

(MOANING)

(MOANING)

(SARAH BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MOANING)

(SARAH GIGGLING)

(SARAH PANTING)

(PANTING CONTINUES)

(SARAH PANTING RAPIDLY)

(GASPS)

Do you have any idea
what a 12-gauge shotgun

will do to a man's head
at point blank?

Oh, God.

Louis, no. Please.

Shut up!

Put some clothes on.

LOUIS: Copy that.

Copy it.
(GUN COCKING)

Or I'll splatter Frank's head
all over the bed.

It is Frank, right?
Yeah, it's Frank.

That's a little letter
to Frankie here,

telling him that you won't
be seeing him anymore.

Write!

See, I've known about what's been
going on here for quite some time.

But I waited until I could
catch you with your pants down.

And now that I got you
where I want you,

I'm gonna send you both
straight to hell.

Now you get to hang,
you little whore,

and Frankie gets to watch.

(GASPS)

Go ahead. Get up.

Louis, please.
Get up!

LOUIS: Put your head in.

(WHIMPERING)

LOUIS: Put it through!

There, that's a good girl.

Frankie, pull your pants up.

Good boy.
Now go over to the desk.

Go over to the desk
and pick up that note.

LOUIS: Do it!

Now move to the door.

Turn around. (LAUGHS)

Good. That's it.

Now, when the police find
the bodies,

it's gonna paint a pretty,
little picture.

Rejected lover won't take no
for an answer,

he comes back for more.

He gets a little bit
out of hand,

and she blows him away
with a shotgun.

Then, she's so upset by what
she's done, she commits suicide.

(CRYING)

(SARAH SOBBING)

That's beautiful, isn't it?

You're insane.

Well, I'm a little upset,
Frank!

I'm gonna let you watch
her squirm for a little while,

and then I'm gonna give
you both barrels.

'Cause I want you to see that
while you're still kicking.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CHOKING)

(GUN FIRING)

(GRUNTS)

(GAGGING)

(GROANS)

(CHOKING)

(GASPING)

All right. All right. Okay.

(COUGHING)

All right, yeah. Good.

(PANTING)

(COUGHING)
Look at me.

It's okay.

(GROANS)

(LOUIS PANTING)

(SARAH GASPS)

(GUN COCKING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(CHOKING)
(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHING)

(GUNSHOT)

(GAGGING)

(CRYING)
It's all right. It's okay.

It's all right.

It's over.

Take those.

They'll help you sleep.

That's it.

Good.

We gotta get rid
of the body.

All right,
it's the only way.

We gotta make it look like
he just disappeared.

We have to call the police.

Oh, Sarah.

I shot him in the back
and you're a rich widow.

You think they're gonna
believe us? No.

I gotta...

I gotta sink Louis
to the bottom of the lake,

where no one will find him.

And I gotta do it now, we gotta
do it tonight, you understand me?

All right?

I just want you
to get some sleep.

All right, sweetheart?

And I'll take care
of everything.

(GRUNTING)

(FRANK GRUNTS)

(WIND WHOOSHING)

(DISTANT CREAKING)

(CREAKING)

(WIND CHIMES CHIMING)

(MUD SLOSHING)

(SLOSHING FOOTSTEPS)

Frank?

(SLOSHING FOOTSTEPS)

(FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE)

(CHOKING)

(SCREAMING)

Sarah, what is it?
What is it? It was him!

No, no, no, no, no.
You just had a dream.

He's come back! It was
a dream. It was a dream.

He's come back to kill us!
Sarah, listen to me! Listen to me!

He's dead! He's dead!

I just sank his body
in the lake. He's dead!

All right? You just had
a bad nightmare.

(WHIMPERING)
Come here, come here.

Come here. It's all right.
Louis is gone.

I'm right here. Come on.

Come here.

Come here. It's all right.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CAR APPROACHING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(CAR DOOR OPENING)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
FRANK: It's the police.

What the hell
are they doing here?

That's Clay Hendricks, one
of Louis' drinking buddies.

What the hell is he doing
here so early in the morning?

I don't know.

He's seen me!

Oh, my God! What do we
do? Just go to the door.

Do you think he knows? No,
no. He doesn't know anything.

He's probably just here looking
for Louis. I don't know.

Just go get rid of him.

(SARAH SIGHS)

I'll tell him...

I'll tell him
Louis is still in bed.

No! No!

Tell him Louis left
on a business trip.

Morning, Sarah.

Morning, Clay.

Hey, is Louis around?

Uh...

No, he's...
He's out of town.

Oh, that's funny,

we were planning on doing
some fishing this morning.

Ah.. (MUMBLING)

He must've forgotten.

He's in Sacramento
with a client.

But he'll be back
later on this evening.

Yeah.

Well,

I guess
I'll be running along then.

Sorry to disturb you, Sarah.

(SCOFFS)

Oh, uh...

Tell Louis to give me
a call when he gets in.

All right.

See you.

Bye, Clay.

(CAR DOOR OPENING)

(CAR DOOR SHUTTING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

I think he saw you.

Why? Why,
did he say something?

No.

I don't know.
I just felt it.

(CHIMING)

It's almost as if
it was a dream.

Like it never happened.

That's exactly what we
gotta make it look like.

It never happened.

(SIGHING) How you feeling?

Better.
You look better.

You had me
worried there for a bit.

I only wish we'd both
wake up and find that

it really was a dream.

Listen, we're gonna
get out of this.

And once everything
blows over,

we're gonna get out of here
and we're not coming back.

All right?

(DOOR OPENING)

(WIND CHIMES CHIMING)

(CREAKING IN DISTANCE)

(GATE CREAKING)

(SLOSHING FOOTSTEPS)

(FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE)

Frank?

(FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

(SHUDDERING)

It's okay. Shh.

(SHUDDERING CONTINUES)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Morning, Sarah,
it's Clay.

Louis in?

Uh, Louis?

Yeah, I wanted to hold him
to that fishing date.

He made it in all right
last night, didn't he?

Uh, no, he didn't.

Listen, Sarah,
I don't mean to alarm you,

but I think there's something
strange going on.

What do you mean?

Well, I ran into Louis' secretary
at the bakery yesterday.

She said Louis left the office
at 6 p.m. on Friday

and was heading
straight home.

She didn't know anything about
any client in Sacramento.

Well, I don't know
what Cindy told you,

but Louis left Friday night,
like I said.

CLAY: Which hotel
was he staying at?

I don't know. He didn't say.

I can make some calls easy
enough to find out.

Which car is he driving?

Which car?

(STAMMERING)
He was driving his car.

All right. Now, no need
to get all excited yet.

Like you said,
he's probably fine.

I'll call you in the morning,

and if he's not back by then,

then we can start worrying.

All right.

Thanks, Clay.

Don't mention it.

(CALL DISCONNECTS)

(PHONE BEEPS)

The car. The car.

How could we be so stupid?

He must've left it out
on the road.

FRANK: That's it.
There it is.

We've gotta get rid of it. We're
lucky Hendricks didn't see it.

Maybe he did see it.

Maybe he suspects us and he's
waiting to see if we move it.

Oh, no, no. But if they find
the car here, we're fucked.

Louis has vanished, the car's
gotta vanish with him.

Damn!

Where are the keys?

He must've had them on him.

So they're
at the bottom of the lake.

The wheel's locked.
This thing ain't moving.

Where did he keep the spares?

On the rack, in the kitchen.

They're not here, Sarah.

Where else would
he keep a spare? Hmm?

I don't know. I don't know... Are
you sure he even has another spare?

(STAMMERING) I don't know.
Think! Think for a second!

I don't think he had a spare.
Christ!

One set of keys, the son of
a bitch has got them on him.

We'll have to go
get them, then.

What? What do you mean?

It's getting late. I want
you to search this house,

anywhere the keys may be!
But if you can't find them...

(SIGHING)

I'll go fish them out
of the lake.

I'm scared, Frank.

There's nothing
to worry about.

Once we move the car, they
can't trace anything to us.

And without a body, Hendricks
can't prove anything.

It's not him I'm afraid of.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

It's just these dreams
I've been having.

And the idea of you having to back
into the water with that corpse!

What, is Louis gonna
rise from the dead? Huh?

I don't know! I just...

(SOBBING)

I have a very strong
feeling about this.

It's like a premonition.
They're dreams.

Like you said, dreams.
You're having nightmares.

That's all they are.

They're just dreams. Okay?

And they're gonna pass.

There must be some other way.

No, no, I have to do this.

All right?
I won't be long.

I love you, babe. (KISSES)

I love you.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(CHIMING)

(WIND WHOOSHING)

(SCREAMING)

(KEYS CLINKING)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

(FRANK SCREAMING)

Frank?

Frank?

(WIND CHIMES CHIMING)

(GATE CREAKING)

(WIND WHOOSHING)

(CHIMING LOUDLY)

(STAIRS CREAKING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(GUN COCKING)

(CREAKING)

(SCREAMING) No!

(THUDDING)

(SHUDDERING)

(WAILING)

SARAH: (SCREAMING) No!

No!

(SIREN WAILING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Morning, Captain.
Morning.

What have we got here,
Hendricks? A real mess.

Good morning, Captain.

From what I've been
able to piece together,

it looks like Sarah
did away with Louis,

or she and her lover both did.

I stumbled onto it Saturday, when I
came to pick Louis up to go fishing.

She was so nervous,
I knew something was up.

She must've been
a real nutcase.

When I called later
to check on Louis,

she must've thought
I was on to her,

and that must've
pushed her over the line.

(CHUCKLES) She offed her lover
with a double-barrel shotgun,

then the bitch hung herself.

Still haven't found Louis' body, but
I'm sure it'll turn up somewhere.

Only one thing
I can't figure out.

Medical examiner is
looking into it.

CLAY: Whole body's covered
with some kind of slime.

This is where it happened,
right here.

My God!

Are you gonna stand there,

and tell us that her husband
came back from the dead?

I'm not saying he did.
I'm not saying he didn't.

But I hear things, you know?
This is a tight-knit community.

And in my job, you gotta
keep your finger on the pulse.

Anyway, this is a great house,
don't you think?

I love that beam ceiling.

I don't like it.

(STUTTERING) You know, I think you could
get a really good deal on this place

in light of what happened.

We're not interested.
I appreciate that.

Hey, no problem. No problem at all. There
are plenty of other salmon in the sea.

Say, uh, would you like one
of our complimentary pens?

No, thank you.
No.

(GATE OPENING)

The next one. It's okay.

They're gonna love
the next one.

(CHILD LAUGHING)

BOB: Here we are.
Stop number two.

It's beautiful.

I had a feeling you'd like it.
Shall we?

There's a beautiful swimming
pool and gazebo in the backyard.

(SHUSHES)

$5 million guaranteed,
how do they do that? Huh?

Sales contests.
Matter of fact,

my office is having one
right now.

This is the last day.

So how you doing?

The truth? Not so good.

But if I sell you, I can turn
the whole thing around.

I've got till 5 p.m.

But, hey, no pressure.

I want you to find a house
you can fall in love with.

This is just what
we've been looking for.

It's a... It's perfect.
(SIGHS)

I can't believe it's in
our price range. I know.

They did a pretty good job
patching that up.

Do you have any pets?
ALLEN: No.

Good.

Why do you ask?

Oh, nothing.

(SIGHS)

I guess I should
level with you.

It's a...

It's just hard to believe
it happened here.

Ron and Carol Gatley
were such a happy couple.

They loved each other
very much.

But the apple of Ron's eye
was his daughter, Jennifer.

BOB: He was tightly wrapped around
her finger in that wonderful way that

only 8-year-old daughters can
do to their fathers. (CHUCKLES)

Hey, princess, come here.
Daddy.

BOB: He, in turn,
was her whole world.

Until one morning.

(NEWSCASTER ON RADIO
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SIGHS)

(BLOWING RASPBERRIES)

Daddy!
(GASPS)

Daddy, guess what I saw in the
backyard in the big oak tree!

I don't know, sweetheart.
What? No, you gotta guess!

I don't know. What?
Come on, just guess!

All right, princess,
a squirrel.

No, a monkey.

A monkey? Wow.

Yeah, and he's wearing this
funny little red suit.

Whoa. Cool dude.

He's awesome.

So, can I keep him?

No. Are you sure
it's a monkey?

Well, of course I'm sure.

Could be a squirrel. Sometimes
a squirrel looks like...

I know what a squirrel looks
like, Daddy. I'm not stupid.

I know, princess.
I didn't mean it that way.

It is a monkey. Besides,
if it was a squirrel,

he wouldn't be wearing
this funny little red suit.

Well, you got me there.

So, can I keep him?

I tell you what,

go ask your mom.

Okay.

Mom! Mom! I found a little
monkey in a red suit, Huh?

and I wanna keep him
for a pet!

But I've gotta hurry
and get back outside,

make sure it doesn't run away!

So hurry and get up so you
can come and see him! Quick!

(SIGHS)
JENNIFER: Come on, Mom.

A monkey? Oh...

What do you got there?

Woah! What's the rush,
princess?

Come out and see Bobo.
Bobo?

That's his name, Bobo. But I've gotta
get outside 'cause he wants some more.

Oh?
He just loves cereal.

I see.

(CHUCKLES)

Do you think she could have
really found a monkey?

What would a monkey
be doing in our backyard?

Then again, you never know.

(CHUCKLES)

Want some?

(GIBBERING)

(DOOR OPENING)
(CHUCKLES)

RON: Jennifer?
(GIBBERING)

(SHRIEKING)

You scared him! I'll be.
It really is a monkey.

JENNIFER: See,
I told you it was a monkey.

It's okay, Bobo, he won't
hurt you. It's just Daddy.

Come on.
How you doing there, Bobo?

A monkey.
Yeah.

RON: With a funny little red
suit. JENNIFER: Can I keep him?

Oh, no, sweetheart.
Why not?

Well, he must
belong to someone.

We'll have to see if we can
find out who his owner is.

But what if he doesn't
have an owner?

Then can I keep him? Uh, I
don't know, princess. We'll see.

Please, Daddy. I'll feed him,
I'll cook for him...

Okay, I'll tell you what, you can
keep him until we find his owner.

Yes! Thank you, Daddy.
All right.

Did you hear that, Bobo?
You're staying with me now.

And if you're a good little monkey,
maybe you can stay with us forever.

Uh, no, wait... Princess!

Ah, that's what I like to see,
firm parental control.

Hmm.

(GIBBERING)

You know, it looked like
an organ grinder's monkey

you might see at a
carnival or something. Yeah.

I'm gonna check around,
see what I can find out.

Well, you may not have to.

It'll probably be gone by the
time she gets home from school.

Okay, Mom, I'm ready. Call
me from the office, honey.

Okay, I will. (COOING)
Bye, princess.

Mom, hurry! I can't wait
to get to school!

Mary Beth is gonna freak once
I tell her that I got a monkey!

Okay, all right. Let's go.
Talk to you later.

Bye.
Bye. Have a good day.

Okay, bye, Daddy.
You too.

Bye.

(WHISTLING)

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

(CAR PULLING AWAY)

(HUMMING)

(CLANKING)

(CLANKING CONTINUES)

(SHRIEKING)
Oh!

(GRUNTING)

Damn!

(BARKING)

How you doing?
How you doing?

How you doing?

Did you have a tough day,
huh? Come on. Come on.

Go on, Maxie. Attaboy.

Hey, hon.
Hey, how was your day?

Great.

(JENNIFER CHUCKLING)
(MONKEY GIBBERING)

She's really taken an
attachment to that monkey.

(MONKEY GIBBERING)

They have been playing together
ever since she got home from school.

Dinner in 10 minutes.
Okay.

Hi, princess.
Hi, Daddy.

"Hi, Daddy"?
Don't I get a kiss?

(SIGHS)

(LAUGHS)

Okay, Bobo, do your trick.

(CHUCKLES)

Jennifer, I need to talk to you
for a minute. Not now, Daddy.

Jennifer,

I don't know if it's such a good
idea to keep Bobo here in the house.

But you said I could keep him.
No, wait a minute, what I said...

What you said was I could
keep him! I heard you.

Jennifer...
(GIBBERING)

See? You're scaring him.
I didn't do anything.

Yes, you did. You're
scaring him! Now, get away!

Now, listen here, young lady.
You just lower your voice!

I was only trying to tell you, I don't think
it's safe to have this animal in our house.

But you already said
I could keep him, okay!

What I said...

You said I could!
I heard you!

Jennifer!
(MAXIE BARKING)

(SHRIEKING)

RON: Hey, Max!

Damn!
No! No!

(BARKING CONTINUES)

(SHRIEKING)
Go away!

Max!

(MAX WHIMPERING)
Max.

(SHRIEKS)

I want that monkey
out of this house.

But you said... I don't care
what I said, I want him out!

But, Daddy!

Do you hear me? I want him
out of the house now!

Ron.

(PANTING)

(CUTLERY CLINKING)

Eat your dinner, Jennifer.
I'm not hungry.

Look, princess, we just can't
have a monkey loose in the house.

He'll tear things up.

No, he won't.
Max scared him, that's all.

He didn't hurt anything in
the house till you came home!

Well, we can't have those two animals
in the same house together, that's all.

Well, you could put Max
outside! No, Jennifer, come on.

Max has a little seniority
around here, don't you think?

We can't put him out in the cold just
because you found a wild monkey today.

I could keep Bobo in my room. I won't
ever let him out. I'll feed him...

Absolutely not!

(SIGHS)

Princess, I'm sorry, but he can't
stay in the house, and that's final.

I'm not hungry.
May I be excused?

I'm going to bed.

Princess, got a kiss
for your dad?

(MONKEY GIBBERING)

Bobo!

Did you notice anything
unusual about that monkey?

What do you mean?

I don't know. Just something
about it. Something strange.

You just don't like anything that steals
your little girl's affections from you.

I don't think I ever
remember seeing you that mad.

It's something else. There's
something about it that's, uh...

(SIGHS) It sounds stupid, but
I just almost feel like it's...

I don't know, like it's evil.

Ron, it's just a monkey.

I just don't like it playing with Jennifer,
that's all. I don't think it's safe.

I saw him playing with her
all afternoon. He seemed fine.

He was gentle with her.

I'll go lock up.

Oh, princess.

Sweet dreams, princess.

You're overloaded,
aren't you, baby?

(MONKEY SHRIEKING LOUDLY)

Get outta here!
(SHRIEKS)

(SHRIEKING)

Hey.
You're home early.

Yes, I decided to end this feud
in the most rational way possible.

Confinement.

I assume there's a legal precedent
for your solution, counselor?

Yeah, it's called compromise.

Where is she?
In her room.

Wish me luck.
Good luck.

There you go.

(MONKEY GIBBERING)

(GIBBERING)

(CHUCKLES)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
RON: Jennifer?

It's all right. I know you've
been keeping Bobo in here.

And, until we find his owner, you may
continue to keep him in here, on one condition.

While he's in the house,
he must stay in his new cage.

What if he doesn't like it?

(CHUCKLES) Then he just
has to stay outside.

(GIBBERING)
Well, all right.

RON: Okay. Good.

All right, Bobo.

Okay. Let's see how Bobo
likes his new cage, huh?

All right, Bobo,
this won't hurt a bit.

Just take it easy,

JENNIFER: It's okay, Bobo.
He's won't hurt you.

It's okay. It's okay.
Take it easy, all right?

I'm not gonna hurt you,
all right? Here we go.

(SHRIEKING)
Ow!

Ahh!

You hurt him!

Little monster bit me!

(MONKEY SHRIEKING)
Bobo!

Jennifer, I want you
to find that little beast

and I want it
out of the house!

You hear me?

(MONKEY SHRIEKING)

(DOOR OPENING)

(MONKEY SHRIEKING)

No!

Daddy, let him go!
You're gonna hurt him!

Let him go!

(SHRIEKING CONTINUES)

I said let him go! Daddy!

When I said I wanted that monkey
out of the house, I meant it!

Now you get back to bed,
young lady.

I don't want to hear
another word from you tonight.

I see we've been having a little
discipline problem around here lately.

I'll talk to you
in the morning.

(GIBBERING)

Bobo.

Hey there, Maxie.
Look what I got.

What's the matter, Boo-boo?

It's just your
friend Max here.

(GROWLING) Oh, no, no, don't
worry, he's already had his dinner.

(SHRIEKS)

Sleep tight.

Maybe tomorrow we'll take a ride down to
the vet and you'll get to sleep for good.

(SHRIEKING)

(GROWLING CONTINUES)

(SHRIEKS LOUDLY)

(SIGHS)

Good morning, Maxie.

Thank God for
Saturdays, huh, Max?

Of course, you're a dog.
Every day's a Saturday to you.

Let me just see what's going
on and we can go for...

(GASPS)

(RON BREATHING HEAVILY)

Where is he?
What?

Don't you dare give me that innocent
act! Where's the damn monkey?

You snuck right back down here
and let him out, didn't you?

No, I didn't! Daddy, I...

How the hell did he
get out of his cage?

Where is he?

I don't know, Daddy!

Where is he?
Up in your room?

No! I didn't let him out of his cage!
Daddy, I don't even know where he is!

You get back to your room, young
lady. Right now, do you hear me?

Go!
(WHIMPERS)

Ahh!
(SHRIEKING)

You little bastard.

Come on!

What's going on down here?

Get outta the house!

What are you doing?

Get out! Just get out!

I need you to leave
this house.

Ron, you're getting
a little out...

You know what that
damn thing did? It...

I can't explain it now.
Just go.

Please, do as I say. Just go!

(PHONE AUTO DIALING)

MAN: 911 Emergency.

Uh, yes. Yes, um...

There's a wild monkey loose in my
house and I need some help to...

Sorry, sir, that's not a police matter.
You'll need to contact animal control.

Okay, fine. Fine.
Could you connect me?

(CALL DISCONNECTS)
Hello?

God...
(PHONE BEEPS)

(BARKING)

I can't have anything
for you until Monday.

I can't wait till Monday.

Well, like I told you, it's a
busy day. All my trucks are out.

Then I'll drive you.

(GRUNTS)

You sure are anxious to get
rid of that monkey, aren't you?

I'll give you another
hundred after you get him.

(SIGHS)

What's the hitch?

I told you, he's dangerous.

(SCOFFS)

No problem.

(SIGHS) It's go time.

This way.

Why don't you wait out here? Give me a
couple of minutes to find that little fucker.

(SIGHS) Oh, Max.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, God!

(RON GASPING)

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

(STRAINING)

(THUDDING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(BREATHING NERVOUSLY)

Come on, you bastard.

(SHRIEKING)

(SHOUTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm sorry. I...
What has gotten into you?

It's okay.
It's okay. I'm okay.

(JENNIFER SOBBING)
(MUMBLING)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Let's get inside.
Just get inside.

(LOCK BOLTING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

Have you seen Max?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING ON TV)

Ron?

Are you sure you're all right?

I'm fine.

Why don't you come up to bed?

You go on up.
I'll be up there soon.

(CHATTERING ON TV CONTINUES)

(TRAP CLANKING)

All right, Bobo,

come and get it.

(THUNDER CRACKING)

(THUNDER CRACKING)

(THUNDER CRACKING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(GASPS)

(THUNDER CRACKING)

(SCREAMING)

(THUNDER CRACKING)

(WHIMPERING) No!

Oh, no! No!

(SOBBING) No...

(SOBBING)

(GRUNTING FURIOUSLY)

(THUNDER CRACKING)

(SCREAMING)

Where is he?

Your mother is dead.
Now, where is he?

(SHRIEKING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

Give me the gun, Jennifer!

(GIBBERING)

No, Daddy! No!

Give it to me!

No!

Give it to me!

(GUN FIRING)

He was killed
by his own daughter?

BOB: The cops said
it was self-defense.

It looked like daddy
went off the deep end,

killed mommy, the dog, and the
poor bastard from the pound.

Jennifer spilled the beans, and it
was the last thing she ever said.

She's catatonic to
this day, sad to say.

(GASPS)

But you have
to understand, folks,

any place you see around here is
gonna come with a little history.

What happened to the monkey?

Monkey's long gone.
Nothing to worry about.

So what do you say?
Like to make an offer?

(MUMBLING)

No?
No.

You know, you won't find a
better house in your price range.

If you want
something this nice,

you're gonna have to take
something with a little history.

(DOOR OPENING)

I suppose every neighborhood
has a bad apple or two.

These are all quality homes. We
wouldn't list them if they weren't.

Look, no more haunted
houses, okay? Right.

I wanna see nice,
regular homes.

The ones where the owners are
ordinary, decent, upstanding people.

All right. No problemo.

Oh, here we go.

Now this is a
really great house.

If I was in the market,
I'd buy it myself.

(SIGHS)

Did anyone die in it?

Did anyone... Oh, no, no, no.
Nothing like that.

Scout's honor.

This one has
all the amenities.

There's even a finished
rec room in the basement.

It's great for kids, if you're
thinking of having them.

Also, you might wanna check
out... (CELL PHONE RINGING)

Excuse me. Sorry.

Yes?

MAN: Give me an update.

I'm showing
the Goodwin house right now.

Did they make an offer?

No. Not yet, but it
looks promising.

You're short on time.

It's not even 4:15. You
said I have till 5:00, right?

(CALL DISCONNECTS)
You... Hel...

Who was that?
My boss.

You looked like you were
talking to the IRS.

My numbers are down. He's putting
pressure on me to perform.

So, if your sales are off, you make
a little less commission. So what?

It's not just lost
commission. There are

consequences for
poor performance.

Consequences?

I shouldn't be
talking about this.

Why not?

Because I signed a
confidentiality agreement.

But, hey, I shouldn't
be complaining.

Like I said before,
the incentive plan is amazing.

Ah! Do you like it?

I think it's perfect for kids.

Which reminds me,
have I shown you my family?

Why did the owners move?

What?

Why did the owners move?

Uh...

They had a problem.

Kind of a unique problem, really.
I never heard of anything like it.

It's really peculiar,
actually.

I probably shouldn't have opened my
mouth, but hell, I've gotta tell you.

Full disclosure. Full
disclosure. It's the law.

Right.
Right.

The Goodwins lived here.

Nicest, most normal couple
you'd ever wanna meet.

I sold them
this house, in fact.

They lived here for two years
and everything was great until

last fall.

Last fall.
Yeah, what happened?

Their son, Sean, went to see
a psychiatrist all on his own.

His parents didn't
know about it.

After the problem started, I guess
he needed someone to talk to.

The way I heard it,

the shrink had just seen her last patient
and was ready to pack it in for the day.

(INTERCOM BUZZING) GALE: Dr. Corey,
there's a young man here to see you.

His name is Sean Goodwin?

Do I know him?
He's not a patient.

(SIGHING) Gale, I was
halfway out the door.

I know. I'm sorry.
He said it was urgent.

(SIGHING) Tell him I just
finished with my last patient.

Make an appointment
for next week.

I did. He says it can't wait.

I'm sorry, Dr. Corey,
but I didn't know what to do.

He seems so upset. He says he
won't leave until he talks to you.

(SIGHING) All right,
Gale, send him in.

(DOOR OPENING)

Dr. Corey?

Yes.

Sorry to bother you. I know
I don't have an appointment.

I'm Sean. Sean Goodwin.

Helen Corey.

Thank you for seeing me.

Oh, it's all right, Sean.
Have a seat.

What seems to be the problem?

Have you ever heard
of the Granny Killer?

Yes, of course.

What do you know about him?

I don't know.
Only what I've read.

A classic psychotic.

A recent string of
killings in the suburbs.

Um, the killer wore a rubber
mask resembling an old woman.

Exactly.

What do you know about
the Granny Killer, Sean?

SEAN: Oh, nothing.

But I knew the victims.

And I watched them die,
one by one.

SEAN: Do you believe in
telepathy, Dr, Corey?

Precognition?

I don't know, Sean.

I've never seen any
definitive data to support it.

But it hasn't been
disproved, either.

I don't blame you.

I didn't believe it
myself, at first.

Until the visions started.

You said you began
having visions, Sean.

What kind of visions?

They say ignorance is bliss.

That what you don't
know won't hurt you.

All I know is things
used to be different.

I'm not saying
they were perfect,

but it was the happiest
I'd been in a long time.

Maybe ever.

My parents are very
successful, you know?

Maybe they loved
each other once.

(PHONE RINGING)

They got plenty of green,
but so what?

Hello. Just a minute.

I've always been a loner.
No brothers. No sisters.

Sean! It's for you!

My parents are away on
business most of the time.

My whole life, I've never
really been close to anyone.

Until Jasmine.

Yeah.
JASMINE: Are you ready?

Mmm?
Are you still in bed?

Yeah. Wish you were with me.

You'll have your
chance again soon.

How soon?

We're going jet skiing,
remember?

Oh, yeah!

So get your ass in gear!

Yes, ma'am.
How soon can you be here?

Soon as I take a shower.

Okay, but hurry. Amber
and Zack are here already.

All right, all right,
I'm turning on the water.

I'm getting naked.

Which reminds me, what we
were talking about earlier.

It's good for you to have
something to look forward to.

Now take your shower!

(SIGHS) Better
make it a cold one.

(GIGGLING)

Think of me when
you're lathering up.

(CHUCKLING) Bye.

No, please! Please don't!

(GASPS)

(SQUEAKING)

That's a good girl.

Now come to Granny!

(SLICING SOUNDS)
(LAUGHING EVILLY)

(CHOKING)

(WRETCHING)

Did you talk to anyone
about your vision?

Your parents?

No.

Why not?

They wouldn't understand. Probably
think there was something wrong with me.

Send me to doctors
and shit like that.

Besides, they don't like
to know about problems.

They're too busy
with their work.

What made you think that your
experience had been psychic?

I didn't.

Not at first.

I thought maybe
I was losing my mind.

Then I saw it on the news.

Someone had found her body

behind the video store,
in the alley.

And you're sure
it's the same woman?

She had been stabbed 14 times.
Her throat had been slit.

Didn't take Stephen Hawking
to figure it out.

Did you call the police?

What for?

They just would've thought
I was some kind of wacko.

But you said
you saw the killer.

I could've told them that the
killer was wearing a granny mask.

They found that
out soon enough.

He struck again a week later.

My parents were out of town.
Another buying trip to Europe.

Jasmine came over.

We had the house to ourselves.

Nights like that with her...

Marco.
Polo.

Were magic.

Marco.

Polo.

Marco.

Polo.

Marco.

Come on, I give up.

(SIGHS) Quitter.

You're too good for me.

Rewards come to
those who persevere.

Oh?

I'm taking off my top.

Marco.

Polo.

Marco.

Polo.

Marco.
Polo.

Marco.
Polo.

Marco.
Polo.

(GASPS)

(WHIMPERING)

Sean!
(GROANS)

(WAILING)

Sean, what are you doing?

(SCREAMS)

(MUFFLED) Help!

(GASPING)

Sean, you're hurting me!

(SOBBING)

Somebody help me!

Oh, my God!

Please, Sean, let go!

(SCREAMING HYSTERICALLY)

There, there. There's
nothing to be afraid of.

It's just Granny!

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

No more!

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

Sean, let go! Let go!

(GASPING)

Did you tell Jasmine
about your visions?

After that, she wouldn't
see me anymore.

I apologized.
Tried to explain.

But she wouldn't
even talk to me.

Avoided me at school,
wouldn't return my calls.

I think she thought I was
some kind of sick creep.

A pervert.

Then, all of a sudden,
everybody knew about it.

Suddenly, I didn't
have any friends.

There was no one
you could talk to?

The crowd we hung out with weren't
my friends, they were hers.

That must've been hard on you.

She was the first person
that I ever loved.

The one person
I could talk to.

She was my world.

I pushed her away.

The next morning,
it was in the headlines.

She was a teacher
at my school.

This time,
there was a witness.

But by the time the police got there
the body was almost unrecognizable.

Her body had
been dismembered,

scattered throughout
the school.

If they didn't have her ID, they
never would've identified her.

They looked everywhere,
but they never found it.

Her ID?

No. Her head.

The killer must've
taken it with him.

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

GALE:
Dr. Corey, I'm going now.

I have a few more
things to wrap up.

Think you could
stay late tonight?

Oh, you know I would, but
it's Tuesday. I've got my class.

Oh, right.

I'll see you tomorrow.
All right.

Good night, Gale.

Good night.

Can you imagine
what it was like?

Knowing there was someone,

a lunatic out there?
Knowing he would kill again?

I lost my appetite.
Couldn't sleep.

I was afraid to close my eyes!

Afraid of what I'd see.

Images frozen in my mind.

Those women. Their faces.

I'd lay awake
at night wondering

what kind of man
could be behind that mask.

Maybe not a man at all,

but a demon.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

What kind of rage can make
someone do something like that?

My grades dropped. That's what
got my parents' attention.

Are you a good student?

Most of the time,
they don't even know I exist.

But let the academics
slide and watch out!

At first they thought it was
drugs. Sent me to the doctor.

When I tested negative,
they decided I needed drugs.

Put me on antidepressants.

None of it did any good.

After that, I spent a lot
of time away from home.

Driving.

Finally, I started to relax.

Things were almost
back to normal.

Then it happened again.

(SCREAMING)
(LAUGHING EVILLY)

Jasmine!
(TIRES SQUEALING)

Don't run and hide.

No, no...

It's just Granny!

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

Please, don't.

(GASPS)

(HORN BLARING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)
(HORNS HONKING)

(GASPING) Oh.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(DIALING)
(GROANS)

Give me the police!

MAN: Valley Division.

I'd like to report a murder! The
Granny Killer's about to strike again!

4851 Kester!

Granny Killer? We've already
made an arrest on that one.

No, you've got the wrong man! Look, he's still
out there and he's about to strike again!

Wait a second. How do
you know? Have you seen him?

No! I just know!

Don't tell me,
you're psychic, right?

Yes! Look, that's right!

Look, a girl's
gonna be killed!

You gotta get somebody over
there while there's still time!

Why don't you come into the
station, you can file a report?

No, there's no time for that!
Don't you get it?

(ALARM BLARING)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

(ALARM BLARING LOUDLY)

No.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

No!

(SOBBING) No.

(SOBBING)

SEAN: I knew the police
would never believe me.

I left before they arrived.

That was two nights ago.
I haven't been home since.

Could I have done it?

And blacked it out? Forgotten?

Maybe when I was in
some kind of fugue state?

I think I can help you, Sean,

I'd like to try.

But it'll take time.

We should call your parents.

You don't
understand, Dr. Corey.

I didn't come here
looking for treatment.

I had another vision
this afternoon.

The Granny Killer's
gonna strike again,

and you're the next victim.

Why won't they believe me?

He'll kill again and again, and there's
nothing anyone can do to stop it!

You don't believe me, do you?

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SEAN GROANING)

Oh, my God.

(SEAN CHOKING)

(SEAN GROANING)

Oh, come on. Come on, come on.

MAN: 911 Emergency.

Someone's trying to kill me!

Rightson Towers, suite 807.

For God's sake, please hurry!
(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

(ELEVATOR WHIRRING)

(WHIMPERS)

I have something
for you, Doctor.

Go!

(GROANS)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

Now be a good little girl
and come to Granny.

(SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

Tough being a kid these days.

But what do you think? Come
on, it's a charmer, isn't it?

Is this your idea of
the American Dream?

I wasn't trying
to mislead you.

Nothing bad ever
happened in this house!

I don't wanna see any
more houses with you.

I don't like
this neighborhood.

I wouldn't live here
if you paid me!

But lots of happy
families live here.

We don't care.
We're not interested.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

MAN: The contest is over.

Please, just give me
a few more minutes.

Your wife and son are here.

No, I have the couple right here. I think
they're about ready to make an offer.

Make me an offer.

Please, I just need
a little more time.

Put the boy on the line.

All right, son. Tell your daddy how
much you want him to sell the people a house.

BOY: Please, Daddy, please
sell them the house! Please!

Make me an offer!

We're not making an offer!

You have to buy a house from
somebody. (SHOUTING) Why not me?

These are quality homes!

Forget it! We're done!
Take us back to our car, now!

You are not leaving
without making an offer!

(GASPING)

(SCREAMING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Run, honey!

Run! (GROANS)

(SCREAMING)

Interest rates are down! It's
a no-point, no qualifying loan!

Help! Help! Help!

Help! (SHOUTING)

(LAWN MOWER WHIRRING)

(CAT MEOWING)

(CAT SCREECHING)

(SCREAMING)

Don't go! This is a nice
neighborhood! I grew up here myself!

(SCREAMING)

(SHRIEKING)
(YELPS)

Make me an offer!

(ENGINE STARTING)

Mary Ann, I've got one
more house to show you!

It's a lovely little
widow's cottage!

(WHIMPERING)

(GUN FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

(GASPING)

(SCREAMING)

(GUNSHOTS)

No! Please don't!

(GRUNTS)

(MONKEY SHRIEKING)

BOB: Make me an offer.