Amityville 3-D

Good evening.

You're sure there's no danger?

I mean, after all that's happened

in this house.

That family murdered.

Evil or good lie in our response to it.

Shall we begin?

Concentrate on your child.

Call to him, Mrs. Baxter.

Let him know that you're here.

Ricky.

Ricky, it's Mommy.

Can you hear me?

I can't breathe.

Over here.

Smoke.

Fire.

Help. Help me.

The child has passed over.

The child has passed over in fire.

Now he is at peace.

Mommy, I'm here.

Mommy.

Ricky!

One must... Stay where you are! Keep still!

Melanie, don't.

- Mommy?

- Ricky.

I'm here.

Ricky, where are you?

I'm here.

Where?

Look.

Mommy, I'm here.

Shut up!

Who are you people?

What the hell do you want?

Reveal Magazine. Congratulations.

You just made our next cover, Mr. Caswell.

You have no right. You can't do that!

Can't we?

We've got pictures, we've got sound.

And we've got you.

Get out of this house! You're trespassing.

Actually, we've taken care of that.

By the way, John, he's not my husband...

and poor little Ricky.

Sorry it took so long.

And who's this?

More trash from your damn scandal sheet?

Mr. Caswell, let me introduce

Dr. Elliot West...

of the Institute for Psychic Research,

State University, Long Island.

I don't give a damn where he's from.

I'm gonna sue the ass off you...

and every son of a bitch

connected with you.

This gentleman is Mr. David Cohler

of the District Attorney's office.

We took the liberty of telling him our plans

and he was kind enough to come.

If you have any questions regarding the law,

I suggest you ask him.

Emma! Come on!

You were very convincing, kid.

You almost had me fooled.

Thanks.

Elliot, it was a great help. Thanks for the tip.

It'll make a very interesting story.

I'm glad to be of service.

Actually, a crude setup like this

is pretty easy to spot.

The only thing remotely interesting about it

is the house.

If you're not in too much of a hurry,

I'd like to look around a bit.

Sure. We could use some pictures

of their equipment.

You know, the speakers, the amplifiers,

the mysterious balls of light.

You're crazy.

The master control

is probably somewhere in the basement.

- After you, Professor.

- All right.

I would imagine it's over this way.

Damn!

- It was the fuse box, I guess.

- Or worse.

The way the storm's been blowing,

it's probably just the lines down.

- That's true.

- Yeah.

- Maybe we should...

- Leave?

We might as well.

We can always come back tomorrow.

Sure. Okay, let's go.

You got the door?

- We all here?

- I'm here.

- Come on, John.

- Go ahead. You got me.

Come on, you're strong, John.

- Get it!

- All right?

Hello?

- Yes?

- I'm Sanders.

I'm the man who owns this palace.

How do you do?

Hi. Melanie.

- How do you do?

- How are you?

- Pleased to meet you.

- Nice meeting you.

How do I tell you?

When I rented this place to those people...

I had no idea that the... Look at this!

I mean, when you told me about this

on the phone, I was shocked.

I can imagine. Thanks for letting us

come over here like this today.

It's no problem.

Look at this box of tricks. That's...

- Help me! Please!

- Don't move!

- Don't let me go!

- Get him up!

Don't let me go!

We're gonna make it.

- All right. Up you go.

- You're okay.

- You all right?

- I guess so.

I guess this is what's supposed to be

the gateway to hell.

It looks convincing to me.

It's just an old well.

I never knew that was there.

I could have been killed.

Don't do that.

This is not for your magazine, is it?

You have some objection?

If it links me up with this,

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