Amityville: The Awakening Page #3

But he opened his eyes.

I mean, who's to say

that he won't start speaking

or even sitting up or something?

Joan, you know there are no documented cases

of anyone with James's injuries

ever recovering.

Then James will be the first.

Is there any way to be sure

if there is any recovery?

It's highly unlikely.

But I suppose we could do another fMRI.

BELLE :
Great.

How much more sh*t do you want

to put him through?

Just leave him alone.

Hasn't he suffered enough?

JOAN (WHISPERING): I'm sorry about that.

JULIET :

Yesterday me and Deedee went to the park.

Last night it was broccoli and carrots.

- (JULIET MAKES CHEWING NOISES)

- (DOOR CREAKING)

And Deedee likes to chase

the ducks at the park.

And at dinnertime...

Are you talking to James again?

Yep.

(SIGHS)

What does James have to say this time?

He says he misses talking to you, too.

Hey, guys.

Hey, Jules, your mom's gonna walk Larry.

- You want to go with her?

- Okay.

Come here.

One, two, three.

Ooh, yeah.

(SIGHS):
Oh, good.

Uh, Belle.

You know I don't want any more tests, either.

Then why did you suggest it?

Because this test is gonna show your mom

what you and I already know.

Did you know about the house?

Please, just go.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(THUNDER CONTINUES)

(THUNDER CONTINUES)

(THUNDER CONTINUES)

- (THUNDER CONTINUES)

- (CLOCK TICKING)

(SLEEPILY):

Juliet, you can't keep doing this.

Scoot over.

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

(GASPS)

Happy Monday.

Belle, this is Marissa.

She's my girlfriend.

You wish.

M, uh, this is my friend Belle.

- You wish.

- Wow.

All kinds of love for Terrence today.

See how it is? (GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)

See you later, man.

Those guys.

So, yeah, Marissa didn't believe me

when I said I knew you,

so I thought you guys should, uh, meet.

What's up?

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

MARISSA :
God, I would kill my mom if she did

something like that without telling me.

Yeah, well, talking's not

really big in my house, so...

Yeah, well, thank God

none of this Amityville sh*t is real.

Whoa, whoa. That all depends

on your definition of real.

You know, if someone's talking

a lot about something,

your mind starts playing tricks on you

to make you think it's real.

(CHUCKLING):
According to who?

Science.

Well, I'm really over

this Amityville stuff, anyway.

My family's got enough demons to deal with.

I don't need fictional ones, too.

I don't know, maybe that's

exactly what you need.

Hey, we should watch the movie.

No, thanks.

Come on, that, that's what horror movies

are all about, like, escaping reality

with your friends for a little while.

It's fun.

Okay, fine. Let's watch it at your house.

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