On Location: The Amityville Horror Page #2

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- What?

- Praying doesn't do any good.

William.

Nobody answered me when

I asked for Dad to be kept alive.

Don't say that.

Sometimes things happen in life

that can't be explained, Billy.

Billy, look at me.

I need you to give George

a chance, okay?

You're not being disloyal

to Dad by liking George.

He doesn't want to be anything

but your friend...

...and maybe one day

something more.

Nobody will ever

replace your dad, honey.

For you too?

For me too.

How's Billy?

He'll be fine.

- First call.

- First call.

- Lutz residence, how may I help you?

- Can I talk to my daughter, please?

Yeah, sure, she's...

She's right here. Okay.

Your mother's gotta stop

gushing over me, seriously.

It's embarrassing now.

Hello?

- Hey, Ma.

- Hi.

No, we're all moved in.

- Yeah, Ma.

- Are you cold?

No, Ma.

Yeah.

- What is it, baby?

- Nothing.

- Are you okay, baby?

- No.

I don't feel well.

- Give me a kiss.

- I can do it, I can do it.

No, you can't.

Come here, come here.

Honey, I'm gonna

make you some tea.

How many brothers and sisters

do you have?

- Chelsea?

- Hey, Mommy.

Hi, hon. Who are you talking to?

- The girl who lives in my closet.

- Oh, yeah?

- And what's her name?

- Jodie.

You know there are plenty of other

little girls to play with in town too?

I know, but Jodie says

they're all mean.

Is that Jodie?

No, that's someone else.

Who?

I'm not supposed to say who.

She says it's an A-hole.

You are not allowed

to say that word.

George, George.

- Look what I found.

- What is that? Where'd you find that?

Harry and I found it.

- Where?

- In the basement.

Not the basement.

My office.

You listen to me.

You don't go down there.

Understand?

Guys, would you help me

with the groceries?

Go on, go help your mom.

I'm sorry.

Go on.

- How are you feeling?

- Good, good.

I found a babysitter off a board

at the grocery store.

Billy will love that.

How about we call her

the young-adult-sitter?

Where's Chelsea?

Where's Chelsea?

Chelsea?

Chelsea?

Chelsea!

Chelsea.

Hey, give me your hand.

Give me your hand, sweetie.

- Chelsea, go to George.

- Come on. Hey, give me your hand.

What were you thinking?

You could have fallen in the water.

Jodie wanted to see the boat.

Somebody should have been

watching you.

Billy, get up.

Billy, I gotta go pee.

Chelsea.

Goddamn it, Harry.

Seriously. You trying to kill me?

Come on, get away from there.

Hey, that's enough.

Hey!

George? Hon, what are you

doing down here?

It's the only place

that's warm in this damn house.

Somebody keeps opening

the windows.

What is that?

You tell me.

- Why don't you come back to bed.

- No, I can't sleep.

I'm sorry, baby.

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