The Amityville Horror Page #3

- If you rested a while, you'd feel...

- I can't stay!

- Please stay.

- I can't stay!

- I don't feel well!

- If you just rest and...

I can't stay. Forgive me.

George, please make her...

- Aren't you gonna come to bed?

- In a minute.

The fire went out.

Are you still cold?

I hope you're not

coming down with something.

I'll be all right.

I gotta stay healthy

for your brother's wedding.

Your hair's getting long.

Maybe you should

sleep in tomorrow.

I got work to do.

I don't want to be

up to my ass in boxes forever.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what

the hell's the matter with me.

- Silly, this happens all the time.

- Not to me it doesn't.

Stop pushing. You don't

have to prove anything to me.

Turn out the light.

I love you.

I love you back.

She was shot in the head!

You all right?

- Tell me something, Father.

- What?

Why couldn't this

wait till tomorrow?

I don't know. I...

All I know is

I have to get back to that house.

- Are you feeling all right?

- I'm fine. Fine, fine.

Father, there's something wrong

with the steering wheel.

I can't move the wheel.

What's wrong with this?

Harry, be quiet!

Be quiet!

Will you check this, please?

It's gotta come to 1,500 bucks

for the caterer.

- That sucker wants cash.

- Jimmy, will you relax?

You've counted it

about a thousand times.

You sure do look terrific.

You're not gonna

start to cry already?

It's just that yesterday,

I was riding you around

on the back of my bike.

And now you're getting married.

I sure am.

I'm just real happy for you.

That's all, hon.

Hey, there he is.

- George, you look terrible!

- So she keeps telling me.

It's some kind of

flu virus going around.

Amy's got it, too.

It's nothing.

If you're not up to it,

I'd understand.

I'm your best man.

- Come on, let's go.

- Okay.

Mrs. Lutz, am I supposed to

give Amy an aspirin or anything?

Just give her one

before bed, okay?

Okay.

- Are you gonna be okay?

- I don't know.

What's the matter?

- The money.

- What money?

The money for the caterer.

$1,500.

I put it in this pocket.

- It must've fallen out.

- It's not here.

I'll look under here.

Did you check your pants?

Calm down. It can't have

gotten up and walked away.

If you had it here,

it's gotta be here.

What am I gonna do?

I can't believe it!

Will you get those kids

off that horn?

Jimmy, George.

We have to go.

We're getting very late.

What am I gonna do?

It's gotta be here someplace.

We'll look when we get home.

What about the caterer?

I'll take care of him.

I'll write him a check.

Sweetie.

Okay?

I'll get the kids.

It's freezing in here!

It's time for bed, Amy.

I gotta give you an aspirin.

I don't wanna go to bed.

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