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- So what in the name of Dickens is wrong?

You got to make it go.

- I can't make it go if it won't go.

- Poor little girl.

She's going to be sitting out there

in the middle of nowhere wondering what's happened.

- Shoo.

Go away.

Go on, get out!

- Hey, you want a ride?

- Yes.

Yes, thank you.

Do you know where Mrs. Chalmers' place is?

- Not Chalmers the embalmers?

Oh, there goes my brother Joe.

He just joined the police force this spring.

He really likes to show off.

- Well, I'm gonna help my grandmother

run a new tourist home for the summer.

- They turned that old place into a tourist home?

I don't think you'd catch me staying there.

I mean, well, you know.

Oh, Heather.

Oh.

Oh, just look at you.

You're all grown up.

- Did you get my letter, Grandma?

- Yes, yes I did.

But that old truck wouldn't start.

I've been in there phoning a neighbor

to see if he could come and pick you up.

- Oh, it's okay, Rick gave me a lift.

- Well, thank goodness.

I was so worried.

You're one of the Yates boys, aren't ya?

- Yes, ma'am.

- You all grow up so quickly.

I don't know who's who anymore.

- Here, let me help you with those.

- No, no, no that's quite all right young man,

I'm perfectly capable.

Thank you very much for your help.

Bye-bye.

- Bye, Rick.

Thanks.

See you.

- This was your mother's room.

A long time ago.

- You might just as well know, dear,

I'm not too pleased about opening my home to strangers.

You know your granddad wouldn't have approved.

He was such a private person.

- Oh, under the circumstances he'd understand, Grandma.

- Oh, I don't know.

He was such a proud man.

Oh, he was a fine gentleman.

He was an outstanding man in the community.

Religious, too.

- Whatever happened to him, Grandma?

Mom just never gives me any straight answers.

- Well, there aren't any answers, dear.

He just disappeared one day.

It was as if he vanished into thin air.

- But?

- And now I'm forced to make this big old house

into a tourist home, or give it up.

I could never think of doing that.

- Now don't you worry.

You and I are gonna make a million bucks this summer.

That's why I'm here.

- Well, I don't know.

- Who's that man, Grandma?

- That's Billy Hibbs, that's your Granddad's helper.

Caretaker at the cemetery.

He does odd jobs for me in return for his room and board.

He's not very bright, so I let him have the shack

around at the back of the house.

- Just put that hay up about a month ago.

Wouldn't known nothing,

but the cows got in there and started eating around.

- You don't have any idea how long it's been here,

do you Sam? - No.

Go on, you silly buggers.

Eat it all up now,

you'll starve this year.

- Do you have any idea who's car this is Sam?

- Well, looks to me like, uh,

the one that developer fella was driving a few weeks back.

When he was trying to buy up all the lands

between here and town.

Buy it, more like steal it.

You, uh, fellas still lookin' for him?

- Yeah.

We had a missing persons on him for three weeks now.

It's his all right.

- Why, why would anyone

wanna put a nice car like that in there for, huh?

- Well, it could be for a lot of reasons, Sam.

- Like what?

- Well, it's, uh, i-it's a lot of police jargon

that you wouldn't understand.

- Bullshit.

That's what that is.

That's a perfectly good car.

Ah, tell me something.

What happens if, uh, nobody claims her, huh?

- I, I don't know, why?

- Well, it's on my land, that's why.

I found her.

- L-listen, Sam, we'll be sending a truck out here

in a couple hours, okay?

And, uh, listen, don't touch, don't touch anything.

Hey, y-y-you understand?

- Go on, you git out of there.

Shoo. Shoo.

Well, what is it, an old age home?

- I told you it's a tourist home.

Now give me a break, will ya?

What are you staring at?

- Come up the stairs. - He's just standing there

staring at me like I'm some kind of freak or something.

- Yes? - Hi, kid.

Any chance of getting a room tonight?

All the hotels in town are filled up.

- Yeah, all two of them.

- Oh, we have some fine rooms.

Come on in.

You must be the little lady's big sister, eh?

Pleased to meet ya.

- This is Mr. and Mrs. Browning, Grandma.

They may be staying the weekend.

And this is Mr. Davis.

- Oh, hi.

How do you do, sir? - Hi, how are you?

- Oh, you're gonna love it here.

They can't get rid of me.

- Nope? - No, sir.

- I'll bet.

- Ah, Mr. Browning are you here on business

or, um, pleasure?

- Oh, a little of both.

I'm a salesman for Comptom Appliances.

You know, you won't believe this, but-

- Right, sport, he won't believe it.

Isn't she just terrific?

- Well, uh, Heather,

why don't you show Mr. and Mrs. Browning their room?

- Yeah, good idea.

Let's take a look at the old digs, okay?

Boy, I love these old places.

Lots of character, you know what I mean?

Oh, darn.

Dull.

Dull.

This is a nice place.

Isn't this just the pits.

And now it's going to rain.

Come on, Florie, it's not so bad.

- No, it's not so bad.

Not so bad.

It's not so good, buddy.

Not so good.

- Geez, Florie you're going to spoil our weekend

just 'cause we're not staying in the hotel.

- Well, this place gives me the creeps.

Come on, babe.

They're nice folks.

Be a good girl, rub shoulders with me.

Come on, give me a big kiss.

- Ah.

Tell you what Harry.

Next time you wanna go away for a weekend,

do me a favor, okay?

Bring the wife and kids along.

They'd love it here.

You can go fishing with Mr. Davis.

Your fun loving wife can chat up dear Mrs. Chalmers.

And dear little Miss Alice in Wonderland

can look after your kids.

How about that?

You don't help anymore.

And Heather's not a stranger.

She's welcome to come here anytime.

and I don't want them

in this house, sneaking around doing things behind my back.

No one will bother you, James.

I promise.

Snooping, throwing rocks.

I don't want kids around this house.

But Heather isn't a child.

I'm warning you, woman.

That girl better leave or I'll take care of her.

You mustn't touch her, or even go near her.

You mustn't let anyone see you.

- Ah, no, no, Mrs. Chalmers,

we're all ears right now.

I see.

Now, um,

do you recall just exactly how many times he came by?

- Well, it's hard to remember.

I guess he came by a couple of times.

- Four times.

He came by four times.

- Yes, that's right.

Kept persisting.

I told him that I couldn't possibly sell the place.

I mean what would I tell James?

- Can, can you remember anything else Mrs. Chalmers?

Anything?

- Hmm, just that he wasn't a very nice man.

- He even wanted to move the cemetery some place.

- James wouldn't like that.

- Um, have you heard anything

from your husband at all, Mrs. Chalmers?

- No.

But I expect we will soon.

- Well, ah, I understand, um...

Well, thank you very much.

You've been a lot of help.

Have a nice day.

- Yoo hoo, Maude.

Maude, yoo hoo.

Well, my goodness Joe,

you look real handsome in your uniform.

- Hi, Miss Towner, how are you?

- Well, you know, I had the flu a couple of weeks ago,

and it's left me with these dizzy spells.

It scares the life out of me.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I think you're gonna have to move your car.

You've got me blocked off here.

- Oh, so I have.

Oh, Maude love, how are you?

I just came over to find out about the callers.

Maude?

How are you love?

- Mr. Browning?

Wake up.

Mr. Browning. - What?

Come on, wake up. - What's wrong?

What? - Shame on you,

sleeping here all night like this.

And just look at the mess you've made.

I'm not going to have my house turned into a beer parlor.

Now I want you out today.

- Oh, oh, Jesus.

It, it's 9:30.

Um, ah, look,

I got an appointment in town.

So you, you tell Florie

I'll see her this afternoon sometime, okay?

Ah, tell the kid to clean up the mess,

and I'll give her a buck later, okay?

- Who was that?

- Just one of the guests.

- Harry!

- Mr. Browning said he had an appointment,

that he'd see you later.

- Great.

What am I supposed to do around here all day?

- Well, breakfast is all over.

You'll have to get yourself something in the kitchen.

- Oh, I never have a thing before noon.

Makes me feel sick.

- I, I was just looking for some paint for the boats.

Grandma said I'd find some in here.

- Goodbye Ruby, I'll see you at the bazaar.

Bye, Maude.

- Oh, my God, wow.

Just look at them.

Oh, I just love beautiful things.

Where do they come from?

- I make them for the local stores.

- Oh.

Oh, can I have this tiger lily here?

Oh, I just love wearing flowers in my hair.

Hey.

I sure dig the decor of this place.

You got real class.

- Yes, this was the slumber room

when we had the funeral home.

Funeral home?

You gotta be kidding.

God, no wonder I felt so strange in this place.

Oh, uh, no offense mind you.

I mean, I really like the, ah, color scheme.

And it's so clean.

- Cleanliness is next to godliness Mrs. Browning.

- Yes.

Well, aren't you the lucky little girl.

Your grandma certainly likes to keep you busy.

- Oh, I don't mind.

That's why I'm here.

- Hmm.

Know where I can rest my weary bones and get a little sun?

- Well.

Well, you follow this path, go up the hill,

you'll come to the quarry.

Everybody goes there.

Come on, I'll show you.

- This is it, huh?

This is about as exciting as the rest of the place.

- Hey, Heather.

Hi.

- Hi. - How are ya?

- Well, hello.

This is more like it.

Uh, looking for someone to go swimming with?

Hey, do you want to pick up some furniture

with me this evening?

Uh, I'll take you out for a hamburger afterwards.

- Sounds great. What time?

Pick you up maybe around 7:30?

- Uh, look, I'll see you around.

- Ah, it was nice meeting you.

Yeah, same.

- Hey, I got this table off of Pete.

You gotta take a look at this.

Come on, it's over at the van.

- That's what I like to see.

Big, strong man doing a man's work.

What's your name?

You gotta have a name.

- Billy Hibbs.

- You know Billy, you're gonna turn me on

if you keep up all that He-Man stuff.

Aww, look at me Billy.

You like the way I look?

I asked you a question Billy.

Do you like the way I look?

Yeah.

You like to look at my body, don't you?

Would you like to touch me?

You'd like to make love to me, wouldn't you?

Wouldn't ya?

- Joe, where the hell have you been?

I've been trying to get you on the box for a half hour.

- Turned it off.

I had to do some real intense questioning.

- You what?

- You know what I learned the past couple weeks Fred?

You know that real estate fella?

Well, he was trying to buy up everything

from here to the main highway.

Now that's nearly 2,000 acres.

- Yeah, so?

- So what for?

Now if we knew that,

we'd probably know why he disappeared.

- Joe, will you forget about that real estate guy?

- Forget?

We've had six missing person reports in the past two years,

and we don't have a lead on one of them.

- Do you know how many people are missing all overAmerica

every day of the year?

There are thousands, that's how many.

And most of them disappear because they want to disappear.

- But this is a small community.

- Yeah.

Yeah, a nice quiet little town.

So would you quit making like the FBI?

Joe, I don't like to have to remind you

that you're still on probation here.

- But I'm just trying to get down

to the problem- - No.

No, no, Joe.

Just go out and give some tickets, will ya?

Go on. Go on.

To the tourists.

And Joe?

- What?

- Keep the radio on.

- Yeah.

- A coffee, please?

Hey, Joey.

- Sorry. - You arrest anyone today?

- That's the trouble right there.

Time this town takes me seriously.

You all treat me like I'm a hometown kid.

- Well, that's what you are.

- Well, look, I'm on the police force now

and people should start showing a little respect.

You hear about that developer's car being found?

- Yeah.

- Well, the sheriff and Frank aren't even concerned.

They think the guy's just trying to lose himself.

- Well, that is a pretty good place to hide a car.

I mean, that wouldn't be found until winter, right?

That would give him a pretty good head start

to wherever he was going.

- Oh, come on, Rick.

I mean why wouldn't the guy just leave his car

in the city in a car lot or something?

Why bring it all the way out here?

- It's pretty hard to lose a Porsche in the city.

You know, a Chev, a Ford, maybe, but not a Porsche.

- Get your hat off the counter, Joe.

Smarten up.

- See what I mean?

Come on, let's go.

Okay then, answer me this.

Why is the guy gonna hustle so much,

try to make deals with all the locals

if he's suddenly going to make himself disappear?

- To throw people off the track.

Everyone but you it seems.

- Go ahead and make jokes,

but I still think I'm onto something.

- Yeah, sure, like the time

you thought the, uh, gas station was being robbed?

All they were doing was moving the stock.

Was that a dilly.

What's this?

- You're parking in a no parking zone.

- But I'm your brother.

- Well, I got to set a good example.

- Wait till Mom hears about this,

Joey.

- Here comes something nice for the children.

There you go.

- That was good.

- Well, I'm glad enjoyed it.

- Grandma, now I will look after this.

You're gonna be late.

- I've still got a few minutes.

I'd like to speak to you for a moment.

I believe I made myself quite clear this morning.

I asked you to leave my house by evening.

- I paid for the weekend.

And the weekend ends tomorrow.

- Now look, I am not going to have two people

staying in my house who live in sin.

Now your relationship is immoral.

Now please leave.

- Tomorrow.

- Come on, Harry.

We're gonna be late for the dance.

Goodnight, Mrs. Chalmers.

See you in the morning.

- Hey, watch

where you're going jerk. - Sorry, sorry, sorry.

- Who you calling a jerk, lady?

- Hey.

- Hey, baby. - You watch it.

You shove it.

- Get your hands off me, you jerk.

- Buddy, get your hands off the lady, huh?

- Says who? - Yeah.

- Says me.

- Did you see him push me?

He was bumping into me.

- Apologize.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Florie. - You gonna make me?

- Yeah, I'm going to make you.

- I said get real, buddy.

- Oh, hey.

Turn off that road on the left,

and we'll cut through the quarry.

Harry,.

Harry. Harry.

- Hello, Florie.

- Hello, Harry.

Ah, Harry.

- Can I see you again?

Soon?

- Sure.

Ooh.

Heather.

You're finally back.

Well, I've been just worried sick about you.

Now where have you been until this hour?

- Oh, we were just driving around Grandma.

And then there was this big fight at the dance hall.

All kinds of police there and everything.

- Well, now look.

I am responsible for you, Heather.

Now your mother wouldn't approve of this.

Supposing she telephoned and you weren't here.

- She lets me date.

- Well, your grandfather never let her date at your age.

He wouldn't approve of this.

Oh, well.

We won't tell him, will we?

- Grandma? - Hmm?

- Who were you talking to in the basement?

- I wasn't talking to anybody.

Now, come on young lady,

up to bed.

Get some sleep.

- Look at this. - Oh, good morning.

- How are you? - Hello, Mrs. Burns,

how are you?

Sit right there.

Mr. Burns, over here.

This is your chair here.

- Good morning Mrs. Chalmers, how do you do?

- Oh, I'm just fine.

- Grandma?

Mr. and Mrs. Browning must have left last night.

Their car is gone and their beds are still made up.

- Good.

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Well, I'm going into town now.

You want to come with me?

- Oh, well, Rick is coming over-

- Oh, all right, all right.

I understand.

Well, I won't be long dear.

- Oh, Mrs. Chalmers?

- Oh. - Mind if I catch a ride

with you? - Yes, Mr. Davis.

You're not going fishing today?

- No, I have a few things to do in town.

I'll maybe go fishing this evening.

Well, Heather says the boat's all finished.

- Good.

Now I can get to the deep water.

That's where the big ones are.

Well, I must say I think it's remarkable, Mrs. Chalmers,

how independent you are

and able to cope without your husband.

- You learn pretty early in life, Mr. Davis,

when you're married to an undertaker.

People can be very insensitive, you know,

and they've got foolish attitudes

concerning the funeral profession.

- I can imagine people can be very cruel sometimes.

- They never got to James though.

He claimed that God's work wasn't easy

and he ignored them.

Each loved one got his full attention.

Oh my, he used to make them look so good, you know?

No matter how old or how sick.

Mr. Chalmers considered a funeral sacred.

Once a person was dead, they were in God's hands.

You know, some people wanted to photograph their dead folk,

but dad wouldn't allow it.

There was one exception though.

A young boy.

Must have been about eight or nine.

Family was so poor

that they'd never had a picture taken of the lad.

Imagine.

Ah, they were so pleased

to have a picture to remember him by.

I'll never forget it.

Dad, Mr. Chalmers, had that sensitivity about him.

- And, ah, what happened to him?

- He died a few years ago.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know.

- That's not necessary Mr. Davis.

God has appointed each of us a special time.

Where would you like to get off?

- Oh, well, anywhere.

Right here by the library would be fine.

- Oh, hi, Ed.

- Hi, Georgia.

- Hello, Ed. - Mrs Chalmers,

lovely to see you.

- How are you? How you keeping?

Oh, how were the flowers?

They were marvelous.

- Oh, is that right?

- I've sold every one.

- Wow, what a lot of neat stuff.

Press packs, and that table,

must have been solid oak.

- Well, I don't know if she'll wanna sell them, Rick,

but I'll talk to her.

- What about the cellar?

Anything down there?

- Well, Grandma keeps a padlock on the door.

- What for?

- I don't know.

Guess 'cause there's strangers...

Oh, well, you know how little old ladies are, Rick.

- Yeah.

Hey, I know another way.

Come on.

There used to be another door around here somewhere.

Come on.

Boy, it don't look like anyone's been around here

for a while.

- Rick, I don't think

she'd want us sneaking around like this.

- This is where the bodies were brought in.

Hey, come on, it's open.

- I don't wanna go in.

- Maybe there's a body inside?

- I don't think that's funny, Rick.

Rick?

Gotcha!

- Grow up.

- Wow, look at this old thing, will ya?

Exactly as it was left.

You know, your granddad was the only one in the district

who had a Cadillac hearse.

Wow.

Look the thing's only gone 3,657 miles.

Motor's hardly even broken in.

Must have been an accident or something.

Hey, what you got?

- A necklace.

A woman with the initials H. D.

I wonder who H.D. was.

Probably fell off a corpse.

See that.

Do you think that really happened?

- Why else would it be here then?

Here. - I don't want it.

- It's just a necklace, silly.

Whoa.

- Come on, let's get out of here.

- You know, your grandma should sell this old thing,

you know, before the tires rot and the engine seizes up.

- And he said that collectors

like to buy old cars like that and restore them.

- What were you doing in the garage?

- Well, I told you.

We were just looking at the old furniture in the loft.

Oh, and Rick wanted to know

if there was any more in the cellar.

- The cellar?

You didn't go down in the cellar.

- No, but that's how we saw the hearse in the garage.

- You must never go down in the cellar.

Do you understand?

- Yeah.

You get all your business done in town?

Oh, sure.

It will sure be nice fishing from a boat

instead of from the pier there.

Okay. Thank you.

- What are you thinking about?

- When we were kids, we used to come here

and scare ourselves with that old house

and what was inside.

- You know, I only saw my grandfather a couple of times

when I was very small.

I don't really remember him,

but everyone says he was nice.

Tell me about my grandfather.

What do you want to know?

- About when you were kids.

- Boy, you really put me on the spot, you know?

Well, I want to know.

- Well, I can remember this one time.

I must have been seven,

seven, eight years old.

Just over there, in the field.

We'd come here hanging around

making up crazy stories and yelling names.

Ah, we're just brats.

- Do you see any dead people?

- No, but my brother says when you die,

they put a big needle in your arm just to make sure.

- Um, I'm supposed to be home at eight.

I'd better leave.

- Chicken liver.

Come on over here, there's another window.

Well, well, what have we got here?

- Let me go.

Let me go.

We can leave.

Please, Mr. Chalmers.

Please. - I'll teach you a lesson

you'll never forget.

- I've got to go home.

My mom's waiting for me.

- Please, Mr. Chalmers.

We're sorry.

Let me go.

- Ah, you want to see the dead people, eh?

Well, they're there, down there.

Right, brats.

- Come on, let's beat it. - Tell you once and for all.

- I'm gonna lock you up with the dead people

and keep you there.

Where are you?

Hey!

Where are you?

You're not going to get away.

I'll find you.

I'll find you.

And when I do...

- James?

James, what's going on?

What are you doing?

What have you done to those boys?

What have you done to those boys?

- Oh, go on.

Go on and leave me alone.

Just leave me alone.

- He was just plain mean.

And he had a bad drinking problem too.

People said he was a pretty unhappy man.

Maybe that's what happens to you

when you're in that line of work.

Somebody's got to do it though, right?

- Heather, now your mother phoned again tonight, dear,

when you were out.

Now you're going to have to stop coming home so late.

You're welcome to come in

and have tea with us young man.

- No.

Rick has to get up early tomorrow and so do we.

I could never.

Oh, come now, James.

Those two people were bad.

Just like that woman who came here

and made all that trouble for us.

Oh, you're so hard.

It's so hard without you.

It's so hard to keep up.

- Well, well, Mr. Davis.

How are you today?

- Oh, fine thank you.

Just fine.

Um, is Constable Yates in?

- No, he's not, can I help you?

- Ah, well, I was wondering

if maybe you have any more information for me.

I gathered from our last conversation

that you might have.

- Nope.

Nothing, I checked around myself.

And, ah, she worked at the cafe down the street

for approximately three months during the fall

about two years ago.

And she, ah, left the same way she came.

- Hmm, well, I've been, ah, hearing some gossip around town

and I don't know quite what to make of it.

- Look, Mr. Davis, this is a very small town,

and a lot of very bored people live here.

During the off-season

there's not much else for them to do

but sit around and talk.

So just take whatever you hear with a grain of salt.

All right?

- Yeah.

Well, ah, thank you very much for your trouble, sheriff.

- No trouble at all, sir.

Goodbye.

- Excuse me.

I'm Barry Oaks.

- Huh?

What can I do for you?

- I, uh, understand

you've been asking a few questions around town.

I think maybe I can help you.

- Yeah, what?

- Well, you know, a cool beer would help to, ah, freshen-

- Oh, sure.

Yes, of course, come on.

- Now, please, be very careful when you unload them

because they crush easily.

- Oh, Grandma, will you relax?

Now you mind what I say.

- You're such a worry-wart.

Just like mom.

- And come straight home.

We just hit.

Hoo-hah, it's the friendly undertaker.

- Not funny.

- Come on, Heather.

Lately all you do is moan.

- I know.

I guess it's that house and Grandma.

She lives in the past,

always talking about my grandfather

and giving his opinion about everything.

As if he were still alive.

I mean, she just doesn't have a mind of her own.

It's always his opinion.

- Why don't you come to my brother's place tonight?

Get away from that house.

- Maybe.

Rick?

What would you say if I told you

I heard voices coming from the basement.

People arguing.

You'd say I'm crazy, huh?

I'd say you're coming

to my brother's place tonight.

You're getting away from that house.

You're letting it get to ya.

- I wouldn't be that way if Grandma had Grandpa.

It's awful the way he just disappeared,

nobody knowing what happened to him.

- Come off it, Heather.

Everybody knows about your grandfather.

- What?

What are you talking about?

- Your grandfather.

He ran off with another woman.

You all keep saying he disappeared, okay?

- Thank you very much.

- Ran off with another woman?

That's a lie.

A dirty lie and you know it.

- You, you really didn't know, did you?

- Oh, I don't believe you.

- Heather, when your grandmother

was hospitalized with a nervous breakdown,

your grandfather he, he met another woman

and he ran off with her.

- That's a lie.

It's a lie.

I don't believe all those things

you said about my grandfather when you were kids either.

It's just tremendous

what you think about it.

And it's so wonderful

to be able to study the Word of God

and to see exactly what brought you.

- Oh, Mr. Davis.

You're just in time for a cup of evening tea.

- Oh, no, no thank you.

I, I'm just off for a little evening fishing right now.

I just thought I'd look in on you first.

- Well, it's a lovely night for it.

Do you know that Mr. Chalmers

used to love to sit out on the veranda

and have his evening tea.

- Yes, that's so. - Yeah.

- Um.

Mrs. Chalmers?

- Yes? - Have, ah...

Have you ever heard of a woman called Helena?

Helena Davis?

You see, she's my wife, and I've been looking for her.

And I've traced her right to this town

and to this house.

I've been talking to some people in town and, uh,

they told me that my wife

ran off with your husband.

You see,

they, they disappeared at the same time, Mrs. Chalmers.

And that can't be just a coincidence now can it?

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

You're talking rubbish.

Mr. Chalmers and I could never abide vicious gossip.

- Oh, please, Mrs. Chalmers,

I know this must be very difficult for you,

but I think it's best we talk about it.

After all, we might be able to help each other.

- Now listen, that's enough of this nonsense.

Now just stop it.

I've never heard of a Helena.

- I don't want to upset you.

But today, in town,

I met a man who knew your husband and Helena.

- No more gutter talk.

I will not stand by and listen to vicious gossip

about my husband.

- His name is Barry Oaks.

He used to do odd jobs around town here.

Now you do know him, don't you, Mrs. Chalmers?

He told me he was working right here in your house

and how important it is for you,

working on the barn.

And when he was about to leave.

- Lies.

All lies.

Mr. Chalmers was a fine gentleman.

- I'm not suggesting- - I don't know why

you're trying to hurt me

with your stories, Mr. Davis. - Please, Mrs...

I'm not trying to hurt you, believe me.

- I thought that you were a kind person.

- Please. - But you turned out

to be just like all the rest of them.

- I'm sorry, please.

And what about you, Hibbs?

Huh?

What do you know about all this?

Maybe everything, huh?

How about it, Hibbs.

You want to talk to me?

I don't know nothing.

I'm sure you've been a great help

to Mrs. Chalmers

since her husband, ah, disappeared?

Strange, wasn't it?

How he disappeared like that.

Right into thin air.

But I guess you, you don't know anything about it, do you?

No.

I guess not.

- What do you want?

- I seem to have lost something.

Thought it might be in there.

- Your grandmother had me put on new locks.

You'll have to get the key from her.

- Yes.

Yes, I, I'll do that.

- Hello.

Ah...

Ah, who's that?

Look, ah, would you just drop the light

and tell me who you are, please?

Um...

No, look...

Please.

Who is that?

- I can't understand why Mr. Davis would leave

without saying a word.

It's just not like him not to say goodbye.

- He probably had his reasons.

- He was obviously not coming back.

All of his things are gone.

- Hmm, this is a tourist home, dear.

People come and go.

You mustn't become so attached to the guests, dear.

- Mr. Davis was different.

He was our friend.

- He was a guest, dear.

Just like all the others.

- But...

I guess so.

Hi.

- Hi, where's your swimsuit?

Got it on.

Well, I got to go home, and I got to pick mine up.

- Okay, I think I have it all.

If we come up with anything,

we'll contact you, Mr. Price.

Thank you.

- [Sherif All right, are you gonna tell me

or are you gonna sit there smirking all day?

- We got another one.

Traveling salesman by the name of Harry Browning.

He was supposed to have been through here last weekend,

and he hasn't been heard of since.

- So the guy's a salesman.

Maybe he went on to another town.

- Mm-mm, that was his boss.

He was supposed to be back at work Monday morning,

and the last time they heard from him was five days ago

when he telephoned from here.

Hey, Steve.

What do you say? How you doing?

Hi, Linda.

- Well, if it isn't the two love birds.

- Hi, Linda, you been in the water yet?

- Are you kidding?

Linda going swimming and get her bathing suit wet?

No way.

- Oh, isn't he a big tickle.

- What are you doing?

- Come on, I want a picture of your beautiful bod.

It's for my locker door.

- Why don't you buy yourself a picture of Farrah Fawcett?

- Hey, what's the matter?

- It's Linda, she dove in right after you.

She hasn't even surfaced yet.

- What?

- Please, get back now.

Come on everyone, get back.

Get back.

This is my, ah, my brother.

- You're the young fella that rescued the girl.

- Well, Rick and I both did.

- Good work.

I understand they stayed at your grandmother's home

the night before they died.

Joe?

- Yeah?

- Why don't you go and have a talk with Mrs. Chalmers.

- All right.

Come.

- Our conversation was short and to the point.

I told them to leave, and they agreed.

- Well, did, did anyone else speak to them?

- Well, I suppose so.

I was probably the last, if that's what you mean?

- I wonder, do you think

I could see the room they stayed in?

- Well, don't be silly.

What for?

Well, it's, it's just rou-

Now do you think that I'm hiding something?

- No, no, it's not that.

It's just that, well, Sheriff Ray,

I mean, he asked me to come down

and, and, and check a few things out.

- Well, you can tell Sheriff Ray for me

that I think it's absolutely ridiculous.

And I'm surprised at both of you.

- Yes, ma'am.

Could I see the room now, ma'am?

- Oh, very well.

- Uh, Grandma, Rick and I are going to the hospital

to see how Linda is.

- Well, mind you're not late.

- Well, uh, we have to make sure

that they didn't leave anything behind now.

I wonder if I might ask Mr. Davis a few questions.

- He left last night.

- He left?

He was...

That's strange.

- Why do you say that?

- Oh, it's, it's nothing, I was just thinking out loud.

Um, was there anyone else staying here during that period?

- Oh, just the Burns family.

But they left yesterday also.

- Oh.

Well, I wonder if I might get Mr. Davis

and the Burns family's addresses and, uh,

that will be fine.

- All right.

- Come on.

Everything's gonna be okay.

- It's just all so horrible.

Dying like that in the car,

then poor Linda finding them.

- Well, it's, uh, all over now.

I guess it's just best to forget about it.

- Remember what I told you

about those voices in the cellar?

- Yeah?

- Well, there's somebody down there.

I know my grandmother's hiding someone.

- Heather.

- Oh, Rick, please.

You've gotta listen to me.

I'm telling the truth.

There is something wrong in that house.

Something evil.

- And you still think

your grandmother's hiding someone down there?

- Oh, Rick, I've heard her talking to him.

Look, my grandmother is afraid of something

and I think it's down in that cellar.

- Okay, look.

After we see Linda, I'm coming home with you

and we're gonna take a look around down there.

Then maybe we'll clear up this nonsense once and for all.

Do you feel better now?

- Afraid.

- Come on.

- One jack, one box of small tools, red.

Briefcase, beer cans, and cables.

Notice anything strange, Frank?

- Nope.

- There's no luggage.

No, no personal belongings.

- Well, they only went away for the weekend.

- Yeah, but you've gotta brush your teeth.

You gonna wear the same socks for three days?

- I don't know.

But since I've been on the Force,

nothing surprises me anymore.

Look, the whole engine got tore out.

It's probably all still at the bottom of the quarry.

- No, the divers checked out the whole area.

- Cat?

Puss, puss, puss, puss.

Puss, puss, puss, puss, puss, puss, puss.

Nice cat.

Puss, puss, puss, puss puss?

Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty?

Why you like that, James?

Every time I go there.

- Puss, puss, puss?

- Mrs. Chalmers, is that you?

Mrs. Chalmers?

Who's here?

Mrs. Chalmers?

Are you down here?

Mrs. Chalmers?

- You sure you don't want me to come in for a while?

- The lights are out.

Grandma's probably gone to bed.

- I could check the cellar like I said.

- It's too late.

Maybe tomorrow.

Besides, I feel a little better now.

- Are you sure?

- See you tomorrow, then.

Well, maybe we could have a coke before you go.

I guess it's not that late.

- Sure.

Come on.

- Grandma?

Are you down here?

Come on, Rick, let's get out of here.

Come on, Rick.

Let's go.

Rick, please.

Let's go.

- Let's get the hell out of here.

School biting rats.

Now you're gonna pay.

I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget.

Snooping around my house, hey.

Evil. Stupid.

You're a little snoop who ignored the warnings.

Who indeed had your nose everywhere, didn't you?

- Grandma?

People won't mind their own business.

Always snooping.

Interfering.

Now it's you.

Now it's your turn.

- Grandma, please!

I'm going to take care of you.

Now.

- I'll find you.

You brat.

You little whipper.

You know I'm going to find you.

James?

The child is frightened.

You mustn't.

Shut up.

You meddling fool.

Shut up.

You're always making excuses for them.

Where are you, dear?

Hey!

No.

Oh, help.

- Maybe we should have waited till morning.

- I don't know, that's my brother's van

so somebody's got to be around.

- Just what do you think you're going to find?

- I don't know, but their luggage has gotta be somewhere.

Now come on.

- Oh.

Oh, what are you doing here?

What are you doing in here?

Heather.

Heather? - Shh.

- Oh, don't cry.

Oh, what's the matter?

What's the matter? - Mrs. Chalmers?

- What is the matter? - Mrs. Chalmers?

- Yes?

- I see you found your husband, eh?

- Well, yes.

James is here.

- I guess we won't have to look for him anymore, will we?

The flowers look beautiful.

- Thank you, Joe.

- Should, should, should we go upstairs

and, and we'll talk about it?

- Oh, I'll make some tea.

- I'm here.

Come on. Come on.

- Well, Mrs. Chalmers had been in an institution for six months with a nervous breakdown.

She arrived home that night shortly after Barry Oaks had left.

She, ah, found her husband with a strange woman.

Then she went completely out of head and, well,

she's as strong as any three men I know around these parts.

Now she cornered them in the garage,

got him first, and then she finished off Helena Davis.

- Pretty gruesome stuff.

Why did she preserve him that way?

- Well, they'd been living together for so long, that she said she just couldn't bear the thought

bear the thought of not having him around to talk to.

So she apparently pickled the old guy and then she went on with life

as though nothing ever happened.

- Well, I mean, what's all this?

- Well, we're still looking for four other people who disappeared shortly after that.

Mr. Davis is exactly where she said he'd be, along with his wife.

So we figured we better just dig them all up.

You never know.

What are you doing on my brand new car, eh?