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(Cat screeches)

(Knocks on door)

(Hinges creek)

Mrs. Hooper?

Mrs. Hooper, I brought your groceries.

Hello?

Mrs. Hooper!

I'm gonna leave the groceries right here.

I'll collect next week, OK?

(Clattering)

Hello?

Mrs. Hooper?

Sick!

Mrs. Hooper. It's me, the grocery boy.

(Faint thud)

(Thud)

Mrs. Hooper?

(Screams)

(Lightning cracks)

Our sister has gone to her rest in the peace of Christ,

the faith and hope and eternal life.

May the Lord now welcome her

to the table of God's children in heaven.

May we have a moment of silent prayer?

(Woman sobbing)

Elizabeth wasn't crazy, Roger.

A little senile, maybe, but...

just wasn't like her to go and do something like that.

- Thank you, Mr. Jones. I appreciate that. - Now, my wife, she's crazy.

But, your aunt, she was a good woman.

(indistinct chatter)

OK, everybody, back up a few steps, would you?

Give Mr. Cobb some room to sign your books.

Aah!

"To my good friend, Johann."

- Here you go. - Great book, man.

Mr. Cobb, we've been waiting a long time.

Can you tell me what your next book is going to be about?

Um...

It's about my personal experiences in Vietnam.

- Uh, the war? - Yeah, that's right.

Oh, uh...

Great.

Are you really married to Sandy Sinclair?

I was, but we're divorced now.

I just wanted to tell her that I think she's a marvelous actress.

She's a very talented young lady.

I'll tell her that.

- It's a great book. - Thank you.

- I like your hair. - Thanks.

I've never missed her show,

not once, since it's been on the air.

- She is so enchanting to watch... - Who are these lunatics, Frank?

Your most devoted fans.

(Woman) ...crackers and Kool-Aid, no big deal...

I'll treasure this. Always.

Roger, "Blood Dance" was released over a year ago.

We can't keep doing the same autograph sessions any more.

Your fans are hungry for something new.

- Got anything? Five pages, anything? - Frank!

Look, Roger, if you don't have a new book on my desk by the end of the month,

you're gonna have to pay the advance back to Doubleday.

Then you're really gonna be up the creek.

Come on, Roger, you have already lost your wife over this thing.

(Roger) Ha!

(Frank) Are you gonna throw your career down the toilet, too?

- Rog, you have to get back to your life. - Frank, come on!

And listen, while we're on the subject of the book, Roger, nobody...

Nobody wants to read about the goddamn Vietnam War any more.

They wanna read a good horror story.

(Roger) Frank, would you listen to me for a second, all right?

I know this book has been giving me a problem, but it's something I have to do.

I've got to write this book.

(Inhales sharply)

(Computer off)

(Line ringing)

'Federal Bureau of Investigation.'

Hello, um... Agent Thatcher, please. Tell him it's Roger Cobb.

- Tell him it's urgent. - 'I'm sorry, he's on another line.

- 'Can he call you back?' - I'll wait.

(Agent Thatcher) 'Yes, Mr. Cobb?'

Uh, hear anything?

'No, afraid we don't have anything new about your son.'

- But you'll call me? - 'You know we will.

'Um, by the way, I got a call from Decker at CIA.

'Please do me a favor. Leave him alone.'

Yeah.

- Thank you very much. - 'You bet. We'll call you.'

(Dial tone)

(Hangs UP)

(Phone rings)

(Loud rock) Hello?

- (Woman) 'Roger.' - Yeah.

What's that noise?

The guys have got the music turned up. Hold on a minute.

Hey. guys, would you turn that down?

I mean, I'm on the phone, for crying out loud.

(Laughs) Yeah.

Uh, I'm sorry, this poker game's getting a little out of hand.

- Who's there? - Uh...

Oh, a bunch of guys, you know.

I'm calling from the awards party.

I lost.

Oh, gee, I'm sorry to hear that. The awards, I forgot all about it.

Um, I've been busy working.

Are you writing again? That's wonderful.

- Um... - Sandy, I'm sorry.

- Hold on. Thanks. - Tough break.

'Can't win them all! I was just calling'

to tell you I got your message. I'm sorry about your aunt.

I went to the house.

Roger, why do you keep doing this to yourself?

- (Man) OK, everybody, let's look happy. - (Sandy) Why can't you just...

'Can you hold on just one second?'

(Clears throat) Hold on, wait... Sandy, I got to go.

Uh, listen, I'm holding up the game.

So, uh, I'll talk to you later, OK?

- (Man) How's this? - OK. Roger?

Yeah?

- (Man) Come on, babe, smile. - Nothing. Bye.

Good bye.

Hello, Sandy? Sandy!

I'm such a jerk.

(Jungle animals calling)

(Screams)

(Gasps)

(Panting)

(Crow cawing)

Well, here's the lucky man.

- Mr. Parker. - Mr. Cobb.

It's a pleasure to see you again. How was the drive?

- Well, actually it wasn't... - Good, good, good.

- Glad to hear it. - ..too bad.

You know, I didn't expect to hear from you again so soon.

I just got the "For Sale" sign up yesterday.

I can assure you everything's in order.

It really wasn't necessary for you to come all this way.

(Roger) It's all right. I wanted to.

(Mr. Parker) Your uncle was quite a fisherman.

I understand he held the US record for two years with that one.

Uh-huh.

As you can see, we cleaned the place up a bit.

Planning to hold the auction next month.

We can get a lot of money for some of this junk.

Now, if you'd like to follow me this way, I'll give you a little tour of the place.

It's all right. I know my way around.

- L grew up here. - How's that?

When my mother died, my aunt raised me.

I had no idea. What a remarkable woman!

(Birdsong)

We also cleaned up the pool.

Jimmy?

Jimmy.

Jimmy?

Jimmy!

Jim!

(Car engine starts)

(Tires screeching)

Sandy?

- Sandy. - Is something wrong?

- Honey, is Jimmy in there with you? - No, I thought he was with you.

- He's not. - Check in the back?

(Roger) Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

(Parker) Mr. Cobb, are you OK?

- Yeah. - Let's move on to the studio, shall we?

This'll make a great guesthouse.

Bathroom over there, knock through a door, hot tub Jacuzzi.

Kitchenette goes here.

Hey, you know, got a nephew named Manny,

he's in the construction business, works cheap.

He could do a heck of a job with this place.

Worse comes to worse,

person could, uh, lease out the big house and move in here.

Creative financing.

Say, whatever happened to this uncle?

Oh, he was diving for abalone off of Point Reyes...

(Arrow twangs)

(Laughing) Oops, sorry about that.

You know, your aunt was quite a painter, let me tell you.

You take a look at this, will you?

She must have been working on this right before she died.

Gives me the creeps. Morbid little woman, wasn't she?

(Roger) That's the closet in her bedroom.

(Parker) It's the same room where she hung her...

Where she passed away.

You know, she thought this house was haunted.

Get outta here!

You're kidding, aren't you?

(Detective) Mr. Cobb, your son is not in the pool.

Your son is nowhere in the neighborhood.

(Sandy sobbing) I'm telling you I saw him in the pool.

He was in the swimming pool. And I ran and I dove in.

(Detective) And he wasn't there.

Mr. Cobb, we've got an APB out on your son.

We'll let you know as soon as we have something.

(Aunt Elizabeth) It was the house.

It was the house that did it.

Right, Mrs. Hooper, we understand.

I'm telling you, Roger, it was the house.

Will you shut up? Will you shut up just for once, you old bat?

Touchy.

(Roger) I'm sorry, Mr. Parker, I'm not selling.

- What? - I said I'm not selling.

Well, I hope you reconsider.

I think I'm going to stay a while.

Do some work.

(Crickets singing)

(Owls hooting)

(Clattering)

Hello?

(Clattering)

(Woman) Hello?

(Scraping)

Aunt Elizabeth.

It won, Roger.

It tricked me.

I didn't think it could, but it did.

What?

It's going to trick you, too, Roger.

This house knows everything about you.

Leave while you can!

No!

(Dogs barking)

Hey! Hey!

Morning.

She's pretty, eh?

Hi.

Howdy, neighbor. Just move in?

Yeah, last night.

- Harold Gorton. - Hi. Roger.

Roger, well...

Hey, it's great to have a new neighbor.

Woman lived here before you was nuts.

Biggest bitch under the sun.

Just a senile old hag, really.

Wouldn't be surprised if someone just got fed up and offed her,

you know what I mean?

- She was my aunt. - Heart of gold, though.

Just a... A saint, really.

And such a beautiful woman for her age.

Would you like some dinner, you and the whole family?

Just come on over, I'll whip something up, you know.

- Afraid I'm alone. - You're alone, well...

That's better yet. Just get some burgers, watch the game. You're an A's fan, right?

Uh, yeah, uh, sort of.

I'm a writer. I'm up here just kinda trying to get away from things

for a while, you know, uh...

Solitude.

You know?

- Solitude? - I don't believe this.

This can't be, right? Roger. Roger Cobb, right'?

- Yeah, that's, uh, that's me. - I'm your biggest fan.

- Is that right? - Yes, absolutely! Right here...

Whoops! It's, yeah, it's a little...

Kinda falling apart but, um...

Would you mind autographing this for me?

Oh, you bet. You, uh... You got a pen?

No.

You know what why don't we do this later?

'Cause I wanna get back inside and get started on my new book,

you know, and get back to that, uh, solitude.

Solitude.

Of course, solitude.

- You understand, don't you? - Oh, absolutely!

- Bet it's gonna be great, huh? - I hope so.

OK.

Roger Cobb.

Lord help me.

(Typing)

(Jungle animals calling)

Get up off your ass, Cobb. (Gasping)

Got a war to lose, remember?

You, too, Ben. Move!

All right, everybody, gather round.

I am sick of that punk telling me what to do.

That's his job, Ben, telling us what to do.

Nobody tells me what to do, buddy.

Let's go, hustle it up.

(Lieutenant) Now, this is where we gotta be by 0600 hours.

That means we've got to be across this route within the hour

- and find the bridge... - Ben!

- Big Ben! - What do you want?

May I have a cigarette?

- Come on. - All right. All right.

(Lieutenant) ...so, if you see any NVA,

we'll call for an air strike and just try to hold our position.

(Laughing)

Pipe down! Man, what are you doing?

- Nothing. - Shut up and listen, you big ox.

We ain't fucking around any more. This is the real shit.

You guys better get your act together if you want to get out of here in one piece.

- Fitzsimmons, take the right flank... - Very funny.

Head, Scott. Now, Steel, you take the left flank.

We're just gonna police here...

Get down!

(Explosion)

(Gunshots)

Ben!

Come and get it, motherfucker!

(Laughs)

(Typing)

'Agh! Oh, Mrs. Callahan, why do you creep around like that?

'Who did this to you? It was Masters?

'Oh, God!

'It's true she's a patient here?

'A patient of Dr. Stevens?'

(Laughing)

(Jimmy) Daddy.

(Jimmy laughs)

(Jimmy laughs)

(Jimmy) Help!

I must be going crazy.

(Clock chimes)

(Growling, snarling)

(He groans, snarling subsides)

One, two, three.

(Screaming)

Hey, Rog. What you doing?

Me?

Nothing.

I'm just, uh... I'm working on my book, you know.

Uh, good to see you.

Um...

- I need to get back inside and... - Solitude.

Solitude. Yes, right.

I'll see you later, though, OK.

Bye.

Mmm. Writing looks like fun, huh?

Come on. (Dog barks)

That's OK.

Check this.

Nice picture.

Crazy, huh?

OK.

Let's see. Rewind.

That's all right.

That's all right. That's all right. That's all right.

OK.

Nice and easy.

All right.

Let's see what we got here.

One.

Two.

Three.

(Hinges creek)

(Clock chiming)

- Rog... - Agh!

- What? What's going on? What? - Harold, don't do that!

- What did I do? - You scared the hell out of me.

I'm sorry. I thought I'd bring over a midnight snack.

Solitude's always better with someone else around, you know.

Should l...?

Why don't we go downstairs to the dining room and eat that, all right'?

- What's all the cameras for, Rog? - I'll explain it to you downstairs.

So, that's when I decided I'd come up here, try and write my book.

Life's a bitch, huh?

So, what's all those cameras for upstairs?

Do you believe in ghosts?

Well, what kind of ghosts?

My aunt thought this house was haunted.

No offense, Rog, but your aunt was loony toons.

What about me? You think that I'm... loony toons?

Not at all.

I mean, you've been to Vietnam, lost your only child,

your wife divorced you, I mean, you got a few marbles going around,

but right now you seem fine.

I think this house is haunted.

You know, I find that unexplained psychic stuff kinda interesting myself but,

problem is, they usually go ahead

and find some explanation anyway for the unexplained stuff.

In the closet upstairs, I saw something.

This is other than coats and hats, etcetera.

No, no, I saw a, a... a ghost, something.

I opened the closet door and it reached out and it tried to grab me.

This is sounding a little bit like some of your novels.

You sure you're just not imagining this?

Does this look like imagination?

That's a very nasty scratch.

I think you ought to have someone look at that.

I opened the closet door,

and it reached out and it tried to grab me.

Where do you suppose the monster is now,

just kind of hanging out in the closet up there?

I don't know.

So, all the cameras up there, you're naturally trying to get a photo of it.

- That's right. - Yeah, well, yeah.

You think I'm...

No, no, not at all.

- You do. - No, no, no.

As a matter of fact, if you get a picture of this thing,

I'd love to see it because, you know, I don't think I've seen a ghost before.

At least not since I was a kid.

Well, it's great talking with you, Rog.

And I'll be sure to look for your wife on TV.

What's that show called?

"Resort".

"Resort" right. And Wednesdays, 10:00?

- Right. - All right. I'll be sure to look for it.

- Harold. Thanks for the food. - Oh, no problem.

(Phone ringing)

Hello.

- Sandy Cobb, please? - Speaking. Who's this?

- 'This is Harold.' - Who?

Harold Gorton, a friend of Roger's.

Oh, he can't be reached here.

- 'Aren't you calling a bit late?' - Yes, sorry.

But I didn't want to talk to Roger.

I'd like to talk to you, actually.

Oh?

'See, I live next door to Roger on here in Marin.'

And this is gonna sound a little strange,

but I thought I should call you 'cause

I don't think Roger's got his act together.

- What do you mean? - 'He's having flashbacks or something.'

Seeing strange things.

- Ghosts and stuff. - Oh, my God!

'Yeah, I think you ought come up here and check the guy out.'

(Sighs)

I can't.

I've gotta be on the set at 6:30 tomorrow morning. I really can't.

'I'll call him right away.'

Well, all right. Go ahead and call him.

I'll just keep an eye on him up here for you, OK?

OK. Let me give you my daytime number.

All right. Go.

'954-1473.'

73... Got it!

All right. Don't worry about anything, I guess.

I'll just be sure to give you a call if something bad happens.

Thanks.

Uh, bye.

(Dial tone)

(Sighs)

(Phone ringing)

(Owl hooting)

(Phone ringing)

(Whispers) Fitzsimmons, you walk in point.

Like hell I am.

Scott?

Forget it, man. No way!

I haven't got time to argue, God damn it!

I'll walk point.

Ben!

It's nice to see somebody around here has got some guts.

Somebody got no brains, too.

(Laughs)

- That means you too, Cobb. - What?

- You heard me. - All right, Rog.

You and me, buddy. Let's go get 'em.

(Lieutenant) Now, move out. Fitzsimmons, you take the rear.

(Jungle creatures calling)

Come on!

(Whispers) Hey, Ben. Hey. Slow down, Ben.

(Mimicking chicken)

Stop!

What?

(Branch snaps)

I heard something.

Ben, don't be an idiot. We're out of their line of sight.

You were the guy who heard something, right?

(Low whisper) I got an idea. Let's find out where Charlie really is.

(Loudly) Yoo-hoo!

(Ben) Charlie!

(Whispers) Let's just stay right here.

I can't stand in one spot. I gotta keep moving.

Ben, what the hell do you think you're doing?

(Gasps)

Jimmy?

Come on! Just stop moving, for Christ's sake!

(Clattering)

(Panting)

(Thudding)

(Gunshot)

(Whimpers)

(Clattering on door)

Hi.

Sandy.

I tried to call but there was no answer. I was worried about you, Roger.

- What are you doing here? - I wanted to see you.

What are you doing with that gun?

Nothing, I'm...

(Clatters on floor)

Sandy.

(Screams)

(Creature cackling)

(Cackling)

(Squeals)

(Roger) Oh, my God!

He's got a gun!

Yes, I'd like to report a... a suicide attempt.

(Siren approaching)

No one will see in here. It can't be you.

(Sirens wailing)

(Idly whistling)

(Officer) Put the gun down.

- Oh, it's not loaded. - I said put the gun down, sir.

All right now, stand up.

Put your hands above your head and move this way.

Away from the gun.

We have a report someone at this address has been firing a shotgun.

Oh, yeah, I was just...

polishing it, you know, cleaning it, and it went off by accident.

I didn't know it was loaded.

You know it's against the law to discharge a firearm within city limits, don't you?

I'm going to have to give you a citation.

A citation?

Thank you.

Hey, wait a minute. I know you, don't I?

- You're Roger Cobb, right? - Yeah, right.

I'm sorry about your son.

Mr. Cobb, I know this is a funny question,

but you wouldn't happen to be the same Roger Cobb

- who wrote "Blood Dance", would you? - Yeah. That's me.

- Why didn't you say so earlier? - (Laughs) I was just...

Mr. Cobb, I was wondering if you'd do me a big favor.

- Oh, sure. - I know you're probably busy and all...

- No, no. You have a... - Could I use your bathroom?

No! I mean, yes, you can.

Be my guest. Um, I'll...

You men go ahead and take off. We got it under control here.

- Who are you? - Harold. Next door neighbor.

- Yeah, right. Beat it. - But I was the one...

Goodbye, Harold.

The bathroom's right down the hall.

Well, this is quite a place you have here, Mr. Cobb.

Thank you.

The bathroom down here?

No! Um...

- It's right there. - Oh. Thank you!

(Coughs)

So, I bet you guys could use some coffee, huh?

No, you're probably in a hurry.

No, no, coffee would be great.

Yeah, a cup of coffee would be nice.

(Roger) ls instant OK? (Officer) Sure.

(Spoon clatters on floor)

- Here, I got it. I got it. - That's all right.

- Got it. - (Officer) Mmm-mmm.

No, no. I got it.

These look familiar to you?

Uh...

Yeah. Yeah, I...

I dropped those.

I thought you said you were just cleaning the gun.

No sense having a gun if you don't load it at one time or another, is there?

Well, I wouldn't recommend cleaning a loaded gun.

Oh, no, no, no. No!

Neither would I.

I'll be right back.

What are you doing?

Just looking at this thing here on the wall.

- My aunt was an artist. - Yeah, I guess.

Why don't you come back into the kitchen? I have some coffee on.

(Gasps)

I didn't mean to startle you, Mr. Cobb.

Well, guess we better get on out of here, huh?

Well, it was great talking with you guys.

My gun!

What about your gun?

(Door creaking)

ls there something wrong, Mr. Cobb?

No.

No. (Chuckles) No problem. Just...

- Thanks again for the coffee. - Yeah, thanks a lot, Mr. Cobb.

(Sighs)

(Car engine starting)

(Sighs deeply)

(Door closes)

(Door closes)

(Squeaks) Where's your son, Roger? You'll never find him.

(Laughing) He's dead!

He's not dead.

He's some place in this house.

Say your prayers.

(Gun clicks)

(Yelling)

(Shouting)

(Screams)

Yeah!

Feelin' better now that we're through

Feelin' better cos I'm over you

I've learned my lesson It left a scar

And now I see how you really are

You're no good, you're no good You're no good

Baby, you're no good

I'm gonna say it again

You're no good, you're no good You're no good

Baby, you're no good

Mm, no

I broke a heart that's gentle and true

I left a boy for someone like you

I'll beg his forgiveness on bended knee

But I wouldn't blame him if he said to me

"It's no good, no good It's no good

"Baby, it's no good"

Oh, I say You're no good, you're no good...

(Grunts)

(Woman) Hello!

(Laughing) Did I scare you?

Hi.

- What are you digging? - A hole.

- Oh? - A big hole.

Oh, I can see that.

What's under the plastic? A sapling?

A sapling, yes. It's an apricot tree.

Oh, I used to come swim here when your aunt lived here.

I hope you don't think I'm imposing or anything.

Oh, no!

- Not at all. - My name is Tanya. Hi.

- Nice to meet you. - Hi. I'm...

- I'm Roger. - (Laughing) Hi.

Here with your wife?

- Wife? - No.

- I'm divorced. - Oh, really?

Shame.

You must be lonely.

Ah, well...

Well, I appreciate the company, Tanya,

but, you know, I'm kinda busy right now.

Oh, no. Don't be silly. I understand.

I can tell when a man wants to work.

I can also tell when a man wants to play.

- We should get together soon. - Absolutely.

- Neighbors shouldn't be strangers. - I couldn't agree more.

- Any other time, all right? - All right. That's OK. Bye!

- I'll see you later, OK? - OK.

(Groaning)

Oh, um, Roger.

If you need anything at all. Just call, OK?

All right. Bye.

Bye.

Son of a bitch!

This is dedicated to the one I love

While I'm far away from you, my baby

I know it's hard for you, my baby

Because it's hard for me, my baby

And the darkest hour is just before dawn

Each night before you go to bed, my baby

Whisper a little prayer for me, my baby

And tell all the stars above

This is dedicated to the one I love

This is dedicated to the one I love

This is dedicated to the one I love...

Oh, God! Drop it!

Good boy. Good boy.

Drop it. Drop it!

Stay. Stay!

Good dog.

Good dog. Stay!

(Shouts) Stay! Stay!

Where's the car keys?

Where's the car keys?

(Knock at door)

Hi. Ready to play?

Hello!

This is my son, Robert. And he really loves to play.

- Look, I was just about... - Would you mind if we came inside?

It's a little bit chilly out here. I wouldn't want Robert to catch cold.

Actually, I don't know if this is the most appropriate time.

- (Tanya) We'll only be a minute. - Hi.

That's very thoughtful of you, Tanya,

but, at the same time, I'm kind of busy right now.

I think that I'm... I'm kind of...

Where you going, little fella?

Uh, stay here. I'll get him.

' Roger? ' Stop!

Robert?

Come here, Robert. Robert, come here.

I got you.

Ah, I got you.

Robert? Roger?

- I got him. - (Tanya) Where are you going'?

Roger?

(crying)

Robert?

(Tanya) Robert? (Robert crying)

It's OK. We're gonna see Mommy.

- (gobs) Mom " Hi! my-

- Here we are, Mom. - Aw! ls everything okay?

Oh yeah. Robert, just had to go potty. But we took care of everything.

Roger, would you do me a great favor?

- I'm sorry, but I'm kind of busy... - Great! I need a babysitter.

I'd really appreciate it.

You know, you're such a good-looking, nice man.

You know, Robert will just love you. I have a few things for you. Hold on.

No, no, I'm sorry...

Here we have a change of clothing, extra sweater, blanket, OK?

- (Laughing) - Can't sleep without this one.

- Favorite teddy. A few things here. - Tanya.

Duck for the bath. Superman, if you will, thanks.

I'll be back later tonight. I can't tell you how much this means to me.

Thanks!

(Robert babbling)

But, I...

(Door shuts)

'My sister is an only child and you abused her.

'I can never forgive you for that.

(Man) 'I can't hide the fact that I've been a male prostitute my entire life.

'Your sister paid me $2,000 to spend the night with her.'

(Robert grizzling)

'Don't you think it's time you woke up and smelled the coffee?

'I'll smell whatever I damn well please - without your help...!'

Robert.

(TV drama continues)

(Robert crying)

Robert, what's wrong?

You want your mommy? She'll be back here in a little bit, OK?

How about this toy? You want to buzz off, huh?

- You want something else to play with? - Yeah.

- How about a nice plastic bag? - (Sobbing) Mommy.

Come on, come on. I know. Mommy is coming back in a few minutes, all right?

She's gonna be right back.

Let's go and watch some TV, OK?

(crying)

That's a good boy.

- 'I love you, Julie. - Is that what you call love?

'Well, if that's what you call love. Then, I don't want any part of it.

- 'What about the other night? - What other night?

'The other night by the pool, Julie.

- 'Don't play dumb with me. - Maybe I'm not as dumb as you think...'

Come on.

Just lay down right there, OK? Sleepy?

Yeah, you've got tired eyes there, don't you?

'..You of all people should know anything's possible when you're in love.'

(Bird squawking)

Come, let's go back.

- All right! - Ben!

Ben, wait up.

Ben, we've lost them. We're gonna get hit with friendly fire.

Ben, your being a jerk.

Magic time.

Ben...

Get down.

- Shut up, Roger. I know what I'm doing. - Ben...

(Rapid gunfire)

(Ben screams)

(Sighs)

Robert?

Robert?

(Critters cackling)

Let gm!

Whoa!

(Roger straining)

I got YOU. I got you.

Let gm!

Let gm!

(Sighing) Oh. boy!

How's a little kid like you get into so much trouble'?

- (Babbling) - Yeah. How about that?

Don't do that, OK?

(Giggles)

Cute.

(Laughing)

Oh! Oh!

- Hi, Mom. - Hi.

How did it all go?

- Oh, he, uh... - Hmm?

He slept like a lamb. He's just an angel.

- Did you have fun? Hm? - Yeah.

Was Roger nice to you?

Yeah? Oh, good.

- I knew I could trust you, Roger. - Mm-hm.

Come on. Let's say goodbye to Roger now. Come on.

OK. Bye bye. Bye bye, Robert. You come back and visit me, all right?

- Bye. - Bye bye. I appreciate it. Thanks.

(Clock ticking)

Hello!

- Hi! (Laughing) - Ah! Here's the, uh, beer.

- Hope we haven't missed the beginning. - Well, no.

Uh, but I really didn't bring you over here to watch a movie.

- You didn't? - Uh, no.

- Uh, you've got some... - Let's go upstairs for a minute, Harold.

Yeah.

- You ever been hunting? - Sure.

Do you remember the other night when I told you I saw something?

- Yeah. - I guess I was a little hysterical

because it wasn't a ghost.

- It was a raccoon. - Really?

A big raccoon. About the size of a Saint Bernard.

Ohh... Cup, the raccoon.

I got them trapped right now. They're in the closet.

You're not afraid of a raccoon, are you?

Me? No! No!

(inhaling) What would you like me to do?

L-I'll help.

Have you ever seen one of these before?

(Sighing) Yeah, sure. Every day. What is it?

- This is my uncle's harpoon gun. - Mmm-hmm.

- Take it. - Great.

I have a line attached here to a rod.

In case it tries to get out through the roof, you can hold on to the thing.

Oh, wait, wait. The roof? Why?

It tore up a big hole so it goes out through the attic and he feeds at night.

And then he comes back in here and he builds a nest in the closet.

Honestly?

You'd better put these on.

The minute you see this thing,

I want you to fire and hit him right between the eyes.

If you don't kill him, Harold, he's probably gonna try and get away.

So, I want you to hold on very tight. You got that?

OK. Come over here.

Stand right there so you get a real good shot at him.

- Yeah. - So, we time everything perfect.

I'm gonna open the door at exactly 12:00.

Right. Right.

- OK? - Mmm.

- Oh, one more thing. - Yeah?

Make sure I'm out of the way before you shoot that thing.

I got it.

(Clock chimes)

Here we go.

(Chiming)

Ready?

(Growling)

(Screaming)

Shoot him, Harold.

Shoot him, Harold.

Shoot him!

(Roger groaning)

Aagh!

- Shoot it again! - I can't. The line's attached.

Harold! Do something.

It's getting away.

Harold, what the hell! Whoa...

- Help me. - What can I do?

Grab on to me.

- Don't let go. - Don't worry, Roger.

I'll hold onto you if it's the last thing I...

(Roger screaming)

- do!

(Line unwinding)

(Roger grunting)

(Line whirring)

(Whirring stops)

Huh!

(Animals chattering)

(Roger grunting)

(Gasping for air)

(Distant explosions)

Jimmy!

(Explosion)

(Groaning)

(Continues groaning)

(Ben gasping)

(Ben groaning)

(Whispers) You gotta be quiet cos they're gonna hear your voice, OK?

Finish me off, Roger.

I ain't gonna make it.

Finish me off.

I'm dying, Rog. Kill me.

(Moaning) Finish me off.

Ah!

(Sobbing) I can't do it.

- Kill me. - I can't do it.

Kill me. I'm hurt.

Ben, I'm gonna go get help.

- Ben, I'm gonna go get help. - No!

- I'll get the troop, come back for you. - No!

Ben...

I'll come back for you.

Robs)

(Gunfire)

(Explosion)

(Excited voices)

Ben!

(Ben) Roger!

I'll get you for this!

I swear I will!

(Screaming) Roger!

(Gunfire)

(Enemy voices)

Harold. I'm back.

(Roger yelling) Harold! Wait, it's me.

- It's Roger. - Roger?

It's really you?

- Thank God! - Oh!

Raccoon, Rog?

(Sighs)

(Whispers) Good night, Harold.

(Sighs)

(Gasps)

(Wind howls)

(Crash)

(Roaring)

(Growling)

Agh.

(Screams)

(Panting)

(Jimmy yelling) Help!

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

(Voice echoes)

Jimmy?

(Screeching)

(Screams)

(Screeching)

(Screeching)

(Screeching)

(Gunshot)

Aagh!

Jimmy!

(Jungle creatures calling)

Oh, my God.

Dad!

(sobbing) on, Dad!

I wanna go home.

(Sobbing)

- He's coming back. - Who?

(Rapid gunfire)

(Gunfire)

(Gunfire)

Oh, Dad!

(Laughing)

Sucker!

- Big Ben? - No, it's your fairy godmother.

- You... - (Laughing)

You did this. You took my kid.

Why didn't you kill me, Roger? Didn't you have the guts to do it?

- I had to get help. - They tortured me for weeks.

- I would have died for you, Ben. - Well, now's your chance.

No!

Jimmy, I want you to get out of the house. Get help.

I'll keep him here. Now go on, hurry up.

(Door rattling)

Oh!

You're pissing me off, Roger.

(Gunfire)

Roger, you hit like a little girl.

I've been waiting years for this, Roger.

(Gunfire)

Damn! Came back from the grave and ran out of ammunition.

(Grunting)

(Grunts)

Roger!

Ugh!

You can't get rid of me, Roger.

Can't and you never will!

(Yelling)

Come on, Roger. ls that all you can do, you wimp?

(Ben laughs)

(Laughing)

Roger!

Where you going, pal?

Agh!

You lost, buddy!

Ben, don't! (Screams)

(Laughing)

So long, sucker!

(Laughing)

Agh!

Son of a bitch!

(Jimmy) Dad!

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Jim?

(Jimmy) Dad!

Think you're funny, Roger?

A few years ago you had a chance to kill me.

Now, I'm going to kill your little boy, unless you kill yourself.

' No! ' Daddy!

It's finally over, Roger. You've got no chance.

(Thud on floor)

I'm not afraid of you any more, Ben.

I beat you

and this goddamn house.

- Don't make me mad. I... - You what?

I'm warning you, I'll slit his throat.

You can't hurt me

or my son.

- Come on, Jimmy. - I'm warning you!

- No! No! - So long, sucker!

No, Roger. No!

I'll get you for this.

(Yelling)

(Dog barking)

Mommy!

Mommy!

My baby!

♪ Feeling better now that we're through

♪ Feeling better cos I'm over you

♪ I've learned my lesson It left a scar

♪ And now I see how you really are

♪ You're no good, you're no good You're no good

♪ Baby, you're no good

♪ I'm gonna say it again

♪ Mm, no I broke a heart that's gentle and true

♪ I left a boy for someone like you

♪ I'll beg his forgiveness on bended knee

♪ But I wouldn't blame him if he said to me

♪ It's no good, no good, it's no good Baby, it's no good

♪ Hey, I'm gonna say it loud

♪ It's no good, it's no good, it's no good Baby, it's no good

♪ Mm, no good

♪ If he'll have me, we'll start anew

♪ It'll be easy forgetting you

♪ You're no good, you're no good You're no good

♪ Baby, you're no good

♪ Oh, you know what I mean

♪ You're no good, you're no good

♪ Hey, hey

♪ Oh, I'm putting you down, baby And I'm goin' my way

♪ Forget about you, baby I'm leaving to stay

♪ Oh, I say

♪ Baby, you're no good ♪