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Chemical reflex.

Often happens.

She has returned.

Just like she promised.

- I don't want to
appear melodramatic,

but what you are about
to see is rather,

how shall I say?

Your Aunt, Mrs. Boyle,

died in unusual circumstances.

- You didn't mention any
of this in your letter.

No, I didn't.

I thought it's best not to
mention it at that state.

I didn't want to
alarm you unduly.

You were going to
learn the full facts

in the curse anyway.

I don't follow you.

- Your Aunt suffered
a mental breakdown,

and well,

the point is, she
committed suicide

in front of her video camera.

This tape is her last will
and testimony after function.

Thank you.

Hello, Helen.

You can't imagine

the aching I feel in my bones.

It hurts so that I
can scarcely bear it.

And yet I know that as you're
watching these pictures,

you're sitting there
with your sweet husband,

impatiently waiting
you're inheritance.

Do you realize that
it's been 20 years

since the last time we met?

As a child, you were the
spitting image of your mother.

The sister I hated.

You should have been
my daughter, you know,

but your mother
tried to steal away

the only man I ever loved,

but she failed.

You know, I've never
forgotten you, Helen.

And so I'm, bequeathing
you all my fortune.

You're going to inherit
all my worldly possessions.

Strychnine

After I drink this,

you're going to be richer
than you ever imagined.

Ta-ta.

- We should have
been there by now.

- I still can't believe
what's happening to us.

Yesterday, we're living
in a studio in Van Nuys,

we've got what, $2,000
in our savings account

with me working 10 hours a day,

and today, we're millionaires.

But don't you think it's odd

the lawyer didn't
wanna come with us?

Ah, what do we need him for?

First, I think we should
buy a condo in the Marina,

then a yacht.

- Bob, I doubt we'll
have that much money.

What are you talking about?

Your Aunt said you'd
have more money

than you'd ever dream of.

I mean, the lawyer said
she was incredibly rich.

Yep, I'll never have
to teach tennis again,

that's for sure.

Let's stop at the next town

and check these directions.

All right.

Excuse me, hi.

Sorry to bother you.

We're looking for a place
called Eight Manors.

- You must be Mrs.
Boyle's niece.

Yes I am.

How did you know?

We were expecting you?

Great!

Follow us.

Thank you.

Come on Jack.

Thank you.

Hi.

Can I help you?

- Could you
tell me where a

Mrs. Catherine Boyles house is?

She has no house, she's dead.

- You're Helen
Hewitt, aren't you?

That's right.

- I'd of recognized
you anywhere.

Do you know why?

Because I see your face
every day, year after year.

What do you mean?

The photograph of your Mother.

I see it every time
I have to dust.

You're identical, the
same eyes, same smile.

Well, maybe.

- Mrs. Boyle spoke
of you frequently.

Right Louis?

Well, she did.

She remembered her
sister every day.

She often spoke out loud to her.

When she decided to die,

she told us you'd
soon be arriving,

but she never mentioned
any gentleman.

He's my husband.

How tall and handsome he is.

- Well, I'll just
be getting the bags.

- Louis help the gentleman
with the baggage.

Louis, remember Mrs.
Boyle's instructions.

We must be courteous
to her niece.

- You can't leave your
car on the street.

I'll move it.

Thanks.

See you inside.

♪ I've seen the future ♪

♪ I can't afford it ♪

- I can't believe all those
expensive cars in the garage.

What do you think
she used them for?

Who knows.

I'll bet there'll be a
lot more surprises though.

Well, didn't you tell
me that your Aunt

was locked up in a
nuthouse once or something?

- Yeah, but that was
before I was born.

Why was she committed?

I really don't know.

My mother didn't like to
talk about Aunt Catherine.

It's as if something
bothered her.

Then one day she confessed
that she was afraid of her.

Even as a child.

She used to take her
toys and break them.

Evidently she was
a violent child.

Just like you, huh?

How dare you call me violent.

Very violent.

Repeat that.

Go on.

What?

Very, very violent?

Very,

very violent.

You dominate me.

You make me my suffer.

My mission in life,

cause hours and hours suffering.

More, more, more.

Ah, the tubs running over.

Remind me of this
conversation tonight.

Why not now?

Bob, we're new here, remember?

Tonight.

Tonight.

Please?

Tonight.

Tonight.

Oh Well.

I can't wait.

Wait a minute.

I know I put my stuff over here.

Nah.

Bob!

Bob!

Bob!

Helen, what is it?

Helen, answer me!

What's wrong?

Help me!

Bob!

What the hell?

What happened, hm?

What happened?

Oh!
Helen,

talk to me!

What happened?

It's okay.

Speak to me, what happened?

Come on.

I saw her!

Who did you see?

Aunt Catherine!

What the hell are you talking!

Your Aunt Catherine is dead!

She tried to kill me!

Honey, she's dead!

Listen to me, your Aunt is dead!

No!

She tried to kill me, Bob!

- Helen, the curtain
fell down, that's all!

No!

The curtain suffocated me!

- Okay, okay, okay,
it's all right.

It's okay, it's okay.

It's all right.

All right, here we go.

Here, put your.

That's it, it's okay,
relax, I'm here.

Bob, it was terrible.

- Honey, the shower curtain
just came loose, that's all.

- No, everything
started vibrating,

and then I saw her.

She smiled at me.

- Oh Helen, how can
you believe that?

At the crematorium she moved.

Well, they explained that.

Something about the gases.

I mean, it happens.

I'm afraid.

Look, this house is great.

It's got two swimming pools.

The other ones are
probably just like it.

Your Aunt left all
of this to you.

Why would she wanna hurt you?

- Her expression
was so sinister,

and then she smiled.

- Maybe you fell
asleep in the tub, huh?

Look I tell you
what we're gonna do.

You just close your eyes
for a couple of hours

and get some rest.

And then, we're gonna
get all dressed up

and go look at our estate.

Just like a couple of
real millionaires, okay.

That's it.

There's the smile.

I love you.

- In the garage alone there
must be at least $300,000!

And all the houses and the land.

What do you think they're worth?

- I bet it's worth a lot
more than we thought.

Amazing how much
you look like her.

I barely remember her.

I was very young when she died.

- It's no wonder you
never learned how to cook.

It's been a long day and
we're probably both hungry.

Then let's go find the maid.

Oh look.

It's a nice big kitchen.

Beautiful, beautiful.

But first, let's see
what they've got.

Nothing.

An ant could starve in here.

I was just looking for you.

I thought you might be hungry.

- Yes.
- Starving is more like it.

My name is Bob.

I'm Lisa and this is Louis.

- Are all the
neighbors American?

Not everybody.

Stuart Whitmore is British.

He's our writer,

a bit of a celebrity in his day.

Book of the month
club and all that.

Reverend Flaherty's such a pain.

He makes us sing
hymns every day.

But when he preaches, I
could listen to him all clay.

Irish of course.

David Hume is from Los Angeles.

Some people say he's
mad, but he's not.

He's quite brilliant.

And like a lot of blind people,

he seems to have a special
gift, a sixth sense.

Gertrude and Jack, of
course you've already met.

Jack's a bit simple, but she
knows how to take care of him.

And then there's Dr. Anderson,

why he takes care of all of us.

We have a very special
relationship with Dr. Anderson.

Oh yes and then there's Louis.

He's not as fierce as he looks.

My dear friends,

this is the first
time that we meet

since the untimely departure
of our kind benefactress,

Catherine Boyle.

She decided to
leave our company,

but her unexpected
absence puts us all

in an extremely
difficult situation.

Dr. Anderson has more
to say about this.

Thank you Reverend Flaherty.

Until Mrs. Boyles'
wishes are fulfilled,

we must proceed with
the utmost care.

Let's not forget,
we will be homeless

if we're not allowed
to stay here.

- Mrs. Boyle would
never let that happen.

- I'm afraid it
could Mrs. Klein.

Catherine's niece and
her husband have arrived.

We can't afford to
take unnecessary risks.

That's why I suggest we
cancel tonight's concert.

Oh.

- Well maybe we can
still have the concert,

but we'll have to

change the ending.

- Who wants to have a concert
under those conditions?

Yes, Dr. Anderson,

you've always insisted
that that type of therapy

was essential for us.

Well, that's true, but what-

Mrs. Boyle agreed

and personally hired
the quartet for us.

Jack's getting nervous.

If we don't have
the concert tonight,

I can't be responsible
for his actions.

All right.

We should pay a visit
now to Catherine's niece.

Reverend Flaherty and Mr.
Whitmore will accompany me.

- We're so glad to have you
here as our new neighbors.

- Now that your Aunt
has passed away,

there are six of us
occupying Eight Chalets.

- There's only
six of you and us.

Who occupies the vacant
house across the street?

No one really.

It's just not being
rented at this time.

Your Aunt was very fond
of that particular house.

- I've been going over
some of these papers up.

There's something you
can help me out with.

Perhaps we can.

- I see that there's a lot
of bills that we need to pay,

but I don't show any rent
being paid by anyone.

Rent?

But we've never had
to pay any rent here.

- We were sure the lawyer
would have told you that.

No, he didn't.

We are guests here.

So you pay no rent?

That's right.

- Catherine was a
very generous woman.

- And there are no
bank statements here.

Where did she keep her money?

- Mrs. Boyle, never
trusted banks.

Her failing health kept her
from leaving the premises.

- She kept all her money
somewhere in Eight Manors.

Where?

We don't know where.

So much money hidden away.

- Well, we've got
to be going now.

We have a concert to attend.

What the hell?

I am losing my mind.

Whoa boy.

Bob?

Bob?

Hello?

Hello!

Who is this?

Bob?

Are you in there?

Bob?

Bob?

Bob!

Bob!

Oh magnificent!

Absolutely magnificent!

- Lovely.
- Thank you very much.

Thank you.

- That's a very
difficult piece to play-

- But you performed
it exquisitely.

- Marvelous, marvelous.
- Thank you.

- Thank you,
you are very kind.

Don't you think that was

a wonderful
interpretation, Mr. Hume?

Of course.

Mr. Hume is a music expert,

who was once a performer.

That was a long time ago.

- Thank you for a
splendid evening.

Unforgettable!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Excuse me, but it's late

and we have another engagement.

Who will pay us our fee?

Ah, your fee.

They wish to be paid.

Of course they should be paid.

Don't worry.

You'll be taken care of.

- Mrs. Boyle hired you, we'd
have to take you to her.

Mrs. Boyle is
expected any minute.

- We can take you to
her now, if you wish.

Of course we can.

- Don't pay any
attention to them.

Mrs. Boyle has not returned yet.

One of us will pay you.

Of course.

We're a quiet law
abiding community

who believe in our
divine creator.

Are you believers?

Of course.

Good.

Faith is the path to salvation.

Bob!

Bob!

Jack.

Jack!

You idiot!

What's wrong with my cane?

- Dr. Anderson, do
you think you could

teach Jack some manners?

- All right everybody,
let's clean up.

You all know what to do.

Don't worry, doctor.

No one has seen us.

Helen!

Oh my God, what happened?

Lovely music.

- Music's the
highest form of art.

- I almost died of carbon
monoxide poisoning,

car lights switch on and off,

engines start by themselves!

And I swear that was my Aunt

I saw behind the wheel
that of that Bugatti.

- Oh come on Helen,
try to be realistic.

Damnit Bob, it was her!

All right, All right.

But how can we leave with all
this money just lying around?

And where were you last night?

Looking for it?

Now try to be calm, okay.

- I'm sorry, but how can I
be calm after last night?

- I found a trap
door in the kitchen.

It led to this really
strange cellar.

Yeah.

- Well, last night
I went down there.

- Well, if you didn't
find the money,

don't bother to
tell me about it.

- All I found were
piles of rotten food.

Yeah, so what does that mean?

- I don't know, I
guess they never eat.

Oh, you see, normal,

like everything
else around here.

Come on, Helen.

Can't you see that
they're just trying

to scare us away from the money?

Well, they've succeeded.

Now we're packed, let's go.

- How can we just walk
away from all of this?

- We were happy
before all of this.

- Well, that was
before all this.

Things are different now.

- Don't you care about what
happened to me last night?

Of course I care.

All right.

You can leave,

but I'm staying until
I find the money.

I remember once at Wimbledon,

I almost lost the
match in the third set,

when the odds were really against
me, but I didn't give up.

I can't give up.

Okay honey,

if you stay, I stay.

I don't care!

I want you to come immediately!

I want you to
evict these people!

And I also demand to know
where my Aunt kept her money!

- I don't know
where her money is.

Well, you should.

The important thing is that
they leave immediately.

I'll be there tonight.

- I don't think I can stand
one more night in this place.

Sure you can honey.

Hey, come here, look at me.

Just relax, all right.

Everything's gonna be fine.

It's okay.

Good morning.

Well, good morning.

- I don't see what's
so good about it.

I fixed you a nice breakfast.

Louis cut these roses
especially for you.

Beautiful, thank you.

Listen, Lisa, tell me.

The abandoned house
across the street.

Yes.

Who has the keys?

- I've never heard
anything about any keys.

You have no idea?

No.

Alright, thank you.

Bob, look at this.

Stuart Whitmore, I knew
I heard his name before.

He was a mediocre novelist.

Was?

1924 to 1982.

According to this, he
died six years ago.

That's absurd.

- Well, you wanna
see for yourself?

He committed suicide
while a patient

at a clinic in
Devonshire, Pennsylvania.

That was the nut house that
Aunt Catherine was locked up in!

David Hume, 1930 to 1980.

Gertrude Stein, 1934 to 1982.

Jack Ritchy, 1942 to 1981.

Reverend Flaherty, 1925 to 1979.

They all committed suicide
while they were at that asylum.

What about Dr. Anderson?

- He was the director
of the psychiatric ward,

and he committed suicide too.

- This has gotta be
some kind of plan.

I'm telling you, they are
just trying to scare us off.

Look, I'll tell you what,

I'll go and talk to them and
I'll see what I can find out.

Okay?

- I don't wanna
stay here by myself.

- Just lock yourself in
the bedroom, all right.

You'll be fine, I promise you.

I love you.

Bob?

What?

What did happen when you were

three sets behind at Wimbledon?

I lost.

- You must forgive Louis,
he has dreadful manners.

Is he your husband?

That bastard?

No, I need something
better than that.

We've been to bed
a couple of times,

but only 'cause it's
so lonely around here.

And you can't be
too choosy, can you?

I guess not.

- We're going to Reverend
Flaherty's sermon.

We sing hymns and he
talks to us about eternity

and things like that.

Do you believe in eternity?

Well, I do.

I'm sure of it.

The abandoned house.

I mean, did Catherine
actually live in that house?

- Well, she went in
there every night.

I didn't know what
she did there.

- Well, there must be some
keys around somewhere, right?

Maybe.

I'd like to do it with you.

What?

Go to bed, naturally.

You can ask me
whenever you want.

Well, okay.

But I think I'll have to check
it out with my wife first.

I really would like to
find those keys though.

Look for them.

But if you find them-

What?

- I wouldn't go
in there if I were you.

That's my advice.

♪ Mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord ♪

♪ He's trampling
out the vintage ♪

♪ Where the grapes
of wrath are stored ♪

♪ He hath loosed the
fateful lightning of ♪

♪ His terrible swift sword ♪

♪ His truth is marching on ♪

♪ Glory, glory, Hallelujah ♪

♪ Glory, glory, Hallelujah ♪

♪ His truth is marching on ♪

♪ Glory, glory, Hallelujah ♪

♪ Glory, glory, Hallelujah ♪

♪ Glory, glory, Hallelujah ♪

♪ His truth is marching on ♪

♪ Mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord ♪

♪ He is trampling
out the vintage ♪

♪ Where the grapes
of wrath are stored ♪

♪ He hath loosed the
fateful lightning of ♪

♪ His terrible swift sword ♪

♪ His truth is marching on ♪

- As you know, Mrs. Boyle
will soon be in our midst.

And by that time we
should have carried

out her instructions
regarding Helen.

- We cannot allow
them to evict us

or tolerate more strangers here.

Mrs. Boyle wants to share
this place with only us.

- And if Mrs. Boyle
doesn't return?

- There is no difference
between Mrs. Boyle and us.

Remember, we also went through

a gradual period of adjustments.

She'll return.

Welcome Mr. Hewitt.

Welcome to our little sanctuary.

I'd like to talk to you.

All of you.

I found this.

I assume it doesn't
belong to any of you.

- What are you
implying Mr. Hewitt?

- There are just two things
that I'd like to know.

First, why are you
trying to scare us off?

Scare you?

I'm surprised at you Mr. Hewitt.

Why should we do that?

On the contrary,

we hope you will never forget
your stay here with us.

- There are just too
many strange things

going on around here.

What do you mean?

- Mr. Hewitt, we're
a peace loving group

who've chosen to live our lives

apart from the outside world.

Does any of us look as if
he wants to frighten anyone?

- What can we do to
put your mind at ease?

- I tried to be friendly,
but he wasn't interested.

Get this straight, everybody.

No matter what you do,

we are not leaving until
we get what we came for.

- We hope that you'll
remain with us to eternity.

Mrs. Boyle said
you probably would.

Isn't that right doctor?

Or at least that your very
attractive wife would.

- What else
would you like to ask us?

- It's about Mrs.
Boyle's money, isn't it?

Exactly.

- It's only fair you
should be informed.

Very fair.

The money does exist my son.

Eight million dollars.

Eight million!

- There's a sparkle in
your eye. Mr. Hewitt.

Greed is it?

Well, let me assure you,

we're not interested
in that money.

But we know where it is.

Well where?

- Greed,
Mr. Hewitt, greed.

- Don't worry, the
money belongs to you.

No one will take it.

Who is it?

Open up, it's me.

I was starting to get scared.

What took you so long?

Honey, you're trembling.

Everything's gonna be
all right sweetheart.

Please Bob, let's go home.

I was just talking to them.

But they don't really exist!

They're the living dead!

Do you realize that your Aunt

left you eight million dollars?

And they're gonna
show me where it is!

I don't care about the money!

I just wanna go home!

Honey, we can't leave now,

the lawyer's on his way.

And besides I made
a deal with them.

What kind of deal?

It's simple really.

I mean,

they're gonna show me
where the money is,

if we let them stay here.

- We won't get
out of here alive.

- Look honey, you've
got to be strong.

Please, I promise you, I will
never leave you alone again.

- Each of us would
like to carry out

this simple task, I'm sure.

But we must be fair.

Mr. Ritchy is
automatically excluded.

Huh?

Why?

He's gone much too far lately.

It would be unnecessarily cruel.

I'll kill the lawyer.

He's not exactly my type,
but at least he's a man.

- Can't you forget about
your filthy habits,

even at a time like this?

Just because you hate men

it doesn't mean I have to!

- Now please, please,
we mustn't quarrel.

Mrs. Boyle would not approve.

- I believe that she should
be the one to decide.

You see Mr. Ritchy,

Mrs. Boyles is also
angry with you.

Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

No! No!

- Thank God, we're here
to help you now my child.

Give me your hand,
I'll pull you out!

It's useless Mrs. Hewitt.

Help!

- Please come out,
we won't hurt you!

Bob, help!

- Mrs. Hewitt, you tried
to evict us from here!

- And we're just a gentle,
peace-loving group!

Eight Manors belongs to us!

- It's the only place
we can possibly live!

- Sooner or later you'll
have to come out of there!

- Or Jack
will come in to get you.

Bob!

Bob!

Run!

- Helen, come closer!
- Bob!

No!

- Give me your hand!
- Bob, watch out!

They're behind you!

No.

Please, don't hurt him!

Please, don't hurt him!

Not him!

I'll do whatever you want!

- Everything's going to
be all right, Mrs. Hewitt.

We only want to help you.

Mrs. Boyle wants
you to be like us,

but you must stop resisting us.

You must trust me Mrs. Hewitt.

Helen.

Helen.

Soon I will be with
you again, Helen,

and you with us, forever.

You must obey the doctor, Helen.

Death is nothing
if you seek it out.

It is nothing, Helen.

Nothing.

Helen.

Helen.

- Come in Mrs. Hewitt,
please come in.

You should have stayed in bed.

I see you're going
to be a difficult

and disobedient patient.

I'm not sick!

Of course you are.

All living creatures are.

That's why they wither and die.

Where's my husband?

Don't you remember?

We had to kill him last night.

No.

But you saw what happened?

Oh no.

My God.

But why?

- We were merely following
your Aunt's instructions.

My Aunt is dead!

They gave me her ashes!
- And what does that matter?

The mind can transcend death.

We only utilize 5% of
our mental capacity.

With the help of
modern chemistry,

once the material
is left behind-

- Chaos ceases and order
reigns over the universe.

You can attain the highest form.

Stuart Whitmore.

The newspapers
said that you were

a patient in a
mental institution!

You killed yourself.

- Of course, we all committed
suicide at the Devonshire.

And you too must participate

in Dr. Anderson's
therapy my dear.

I was an ordinary psychiatrist

when your Aunt was committed.

You know the case history,

two sisters in love
with the same man.

He abandoned your
Aunt for your mother.

- What does that have
to do with all of you?

- Your Aunt's mind
could never recuperate

from being abandoned.

She sponsored my research

and purchased the
Devonshire clinic

so that I have a
place to experiment.

I conducted about a dozen
tests unsuccessfully,

till the Reverend Flaherty
became my first triumph.

- And I shall always be
grateful to you doctor.

- Your Aunt constructed
Eight Manors for us.

- And no one will
ever throw us out!

Catherine decorated this house

as if she were going to
live here with her beloved.

When your father died
right after you were born,

she brought him
here to be with her.

He used to come every night
to read his favorite books

and listen to his beloved music.

No.

Bob!

Perfect Mr. Hewitt.

I'm certain this drastic shock

has destroyed your
wife's defense's.

Conscience bothering
you, Mr. Hewitt?

- Guilt is only a state
of mind, Mr. Hewitt.

Forget about it.

- You promised me you
wouldn't harm her.

We won't.

- I've lived up to
my end of the bargain.

- Eight
million dollars

should help you get
over your worries.

And where is the money?

- In due
time Mr. Hewitt.

I want my money now.

- I don't like to
be threatened, Mr. Hewitt.

You'll get it in due time.

- You're very
greedy, aren't you?

I used to be like that.

- We'll give you the money
after your wife commits suicide.

Suicide?

- There's nothing to
worry about, Mr. Hewitt.

Suicide's a voluntary
act, she'll understand.

- She'll
do it happily.

You helped us immeasurably.

Her treatment has been advanced

now by at least a month.

Your wife had one of the most

resistant minds I've
ever encountered.

- Look, you crazy
son of a bitch,

if anything happens to my wife-

- And what will
you do, Mr. Hewitt?

You'll get the money tomorrow,

and we hope you'll
be able to enjoy it

for as long as you live.

Ah.

As Azrael said to the Lord,

"Life must be destroyed
in order to be recreated."

The burning bush burns so
that fresh flowers may bloom,

and death purifies all so that
life may be reborn from it.

Mrs. Boyle will soon
be reincarnated,

and we should all be able to
enjoy her company once again.

We've carried out her orders,

and her niece is here before us

ready to embark on that difficult
journey to eternal peace.

Now my child, are you ready?

Yes.

Are you sad to be leaving

this ephemeral and
absurd reality behind?

No.

- Do you firmly believe in
your physical reintegration

through the grace of your
mind's physical power?

Yes, I believe.

Then Helen Hewitt,

destroy all the
superfluous within you

and accept your new life

free from care and suffering.

Helen!

Do it!

Do it now!

Do it I tell ya!

Are you all right?

I'm so sorry.

Please forgive me.

Forgive me.

Oh what happened?

Was it all a nightmare?

- It doesn't matter honey,
it's over. It's all over now.

What about Dr. Anderson?

As long as he's alive,

oh, we're not safe.

Don't worry.

Bob, no!

Bob!

Bob!

Bob!

Bob, Bob!

Bob?

Bob?

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome aboard Flight IB767.

Our flying time will be
approximately six hours.

We will be flying at an
altitude of 30,000 feet

and a cruising speed
of 600 miles per hour.

Smoking is permitted in
rows.

Excuse me, could you give

me the correct time?

Can I help you my child?