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(ominous orchestral music)
(crickets chirping)
(creepy choral music)
(ominous orchestral music)
(creepy choral music)
- (sighs) I thought this
day would never come.
Here we go, one, two,
three, whoa, yeah.
Well, what do you think Todd?
- It's all right, I guess.
- It took me 10 months
to build this thing.
All I get is it's all right?
- Okay, it's great.
- Dad, I think this
house is amazing.
- Yeah, honey, and we're
gonna be real happy here.
Give me a hug, mm, yeah.
Come on, find some of
your stuff there, okay.
- If the moving
trucks ever get here.
Can you believe it?
We're finally here.
- Mom, are you sure
it's up to code?
- Hey, Jim, it's by the book.
- What about
earthquake-proofing, Mr. Martin?
(Bill sighs)
- Honey,
you can call him Bill.
- I made sure that your bedroom
has the best view
of the backyard.
Want me to show you?
- Not in a million years, Bill.
- [Claire] Jimmy!
Oh, just give him a chance.
He'll warm up.
- Yeah, well a million
years is a long time, honey.
- Yeah, but we're
worth the wait.
Mm.
(lips smacking)
(Claire laughing)
- Oh, yeah.
(Claire laughing)
So?
- Mm.
- Huh, nice, huh?
Here, let me show you something.
What do you think, huh?
- Uh, it's a little
overwhelming, B.
- Oh, come on, this
baby's a classic, huh?
User-friendly.
Let me show you.
(fire roaring)
- Oh. (laughs)
- Uh-huh.
(bright music)
- Oh, I thank you.
- Hey.
- For all of this.
- Mm.
(truck horn blaring)
- Ah, movers.
- We're home.
- Mm, yeah.
Let's go.
(eerie music)
Gotta go home
Gotta go home
Whoa, nice room, man.
I assume you're going for
the total geek effect.
- What do you want Todd?
- Got one of your
boxes by mistake.
(box thuds)
(mouse squeaking)
(Jimmy gasps)
Now tell me this, man.
How can a kid who
likes to play with rats
be afraid of spiders?
- First of all, Max is a mouse.
And if you must know,
I have arachnophobia.
- Oh.
- Would you please leave.
- Man, you are one
uptight little dude.
- [Jimmy] Subspecies.
(spark zapping)
- Uh, damn!
- Nice going, Dad.
- (sighs) Years of experience.
- Claire wants you to stop
messing with the lights.
- (sighs) Okay.
Guess I can give it a rest.
You okay, huh?
- Yeah.
- What's the problem?
- It's nothing.
- You okay?
- Yeah, it's nothing.
It's Mom.
She was supposed to call me,
but she managed to forget again.
- Nah, she didn't forget.
No, it's just the difference
between times in New
York and here, that's,
no, it's just hard to--
- Ah, to what, pick up a phone?
- Hmm.
- You should give it up.
Truth is, she's ashamed of me.
She can't stand being
around and you know it.
- Okay, you're right.
Your mother has
trouble with you,
but it's her problem, Todd.
It's not yours,
all right, come on.
- It still hurts, you know?
(Bill sighs)
Like Dad, you know, I miss
it just being you and me.
This whole new
family thing sucks.
- I'm just asking to give
Claire and Jimmy a chance, Todd.
That's all.
- Oh, here we go.
- Todd, this family's
important to me.
- Yeah, you've only told me
that about a thousand times.
- That's because
you're the oldest.
So I'm counting on
your help, Todd.
- Well, Claire's all right.
- Oh, good.
- But Jimmy, man.
That kid is such a wimp.
I used to eat kids like
that for breakfast.
- Yeah, and because
you're such a pro
at getting into trouble,
I thought you'd be
able to teach Jimmy
how to stay out of it.
- That's not gonna be too hard.
Once a geek, always a geek.
- Okay, Mr. Wise Guy.
I'm taking that as a promise
that you're gonna at least try.
- (laughs) All right.
- Okay.
Come here, I wanna
show you something.
- Where are we going?
- You'll see.
Come here, go long.
- Oh, this thing looks nice.
I thought you were gonna
ditch this old thing.
- Yeah, yeah, I was,
but I don't know,
there's something
about it I like.
Should we open it up?
Dying to see what's inside.
- (chuckles) You know, you
don't get out enough Dad.
(keys jangling)
- Todd?
Freedom.
Hey, Mr. Martin.
Your new house is amazing.
- Thanks, thanks, Dana.
- Look, Dad, um, you know,
this is a real cool shed,
but I haven't seen
Dana in about a week
and she got her license and--
- Yeah, okay, okay, okay,
all right, all right.
- All right.
- But just remember what we
talked about, all right?
No more trouble.
- I swear.
- [Bill] I want you home at 11.
- No problem.
(keys jangling)
(chain jangling)
(door creaking)
(wind howling)
(creepy music)
(Bill breathing heavily)
- [Man] You're gonna burn.
- Hmm.
(creepy music)
Huh.
What the hell is this?
(floor creaking)
(creepy choral music)
(Bill coughs)
(creepy music)
(door creaking)
(upbeat jingle)
(crickets chirping)
Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
- Come here, what's going on?
Hmm?
- I've been thinking
about this house.
Wondering how long
we're gonna be here for.
I'm tired of moving, Dad.
Ever since Mom moved away,
we've lived in so
many different places.
Now we're in this
brand new house
and I don't wanna move anymore.
- We're not going
anywhere honey.
We're gonna stay right here.
- Promise?
- I promise.
Give me a hug.
- [Jimmy] It's a proven fact.
Bill is a loser.
- Gotta get your
facts straight, honey.
Bill is not a loser.
(mouse squeaking)
- I hate it here.
I don't have any friends.
If it weren't for Max,
I'd be a total outcast.
- What am I, mashed potatoes?
- No, but you're with Bill.
And he's not half
as smart as Dad was.
Sometimes I wish I
could see him again.
Just one more time.
- [Claire] God, what a day.
- You said you worked
things out with Jimmy?
- Yeah.
If you call missing your father
and hating it here
working it out.
(Bill chuckles)
What are you doing, research?
- Yeah, I can use all
the help I can get.
- Honey, you just gotta relax.
- Yeah.
- And don't worry so much.
Just gotta let things happen.
- Mm-hmm.
All I can tell ya is
that for the first time
in three years, I have hope.
Claire, I don't
wanna screw this up.
- Hey, just remember,
Mr. Sensitive,
- Mm.
- I didn't marry you
because you had hope,
I married you 'cause
you had a cute ass.
(Bill laughs)
Mm.
(creepy choral music)
(wind howling)
(fire roaring)
(Claire moaning)
- Bill, Bill?
- What?
Oh, what's happening?
- It's like a hundred
degrees in here.
- (sighs) Oh, man.
Oh.
(suspenseful music)
(floor creaking)
(Bill sighs)
Oh, damn.
(Bill sighs)
(blender whirring)
(Bill breathing heavily)
Todd, you. (chuckles)
Aw.
(sighing)
(circuit breaker
switches clacking)
(creepy choral music)
(Bill sighs)
(switch clicks)
Oh.
(sighs)
(sighs)
(sighs)
(fire roaring)
- Daddy.
- Oh!
- Please, Daddy, help!
Daddy, help!
Please, help me.
Please, Daddy, help.
- Jessica?
- Daddy, I'm cold.
- Jessie?
- Bill?
(Bill gasping)
I thought you were fixing
the air conditioner?
- Uh, yeah.
Yeah, I have to,
I have to fix, ah.
I gotta fix a broken
circuit breaker switch.
- That's okay, that's okay.
We'll open some windows.
We'll slow roast over night.
- Okay.
(circuit breaker whirring)
- It's on.
- Yeah, this house
has a mind of its own.
(creepy choral music)
(engine whirring)
(upbeat jingle)
(bike clanks)
(bike snapping)
- How's the weather in New York?
Yeah, Mom, it's gonna
be a great party.
- Is that Mom?
- Hey, Mom, Todd's here,
do you wanna talk to him?
Okay, I'll tell him, bye.
- What'd you hang up for, spaz?
- [Jessica] She had to go.
Sorry.
- Hey, Todd?
- What?
- Got a pinata outside
that needs filling.
(fire roars)
(Claire yelps)
- Whoa, apocalypse.
(ominous music)
- Bill!
Bill, you'd never believe
what just happened.
- Ah, jeez.
- (sighs) Ah.
I must have left the
parking brake off.
- Aw, what are we gonna do?
The party's in an hour.
- I don't know, Claire.
- Where did this
thing come from?
- It's an old dollhouse
I found in the shed.
(creepy music)
- What about this?
(air hissing)
- Faster, faster!
- Backwards, terrific.
- One more!
- One more, go, go!
- Okay, okay.
- Go, go!
- Forward, forward, forward.
(guests chattering)
- No, no.
- No, no, no.
- Other way, other way.
(man laughing)
- Uh, to the left.
(guests chattering)
- Left, left, left.
- She's gettin' close, no.
Other way.
- Right, right, left.
Left, okay, right, left.
(man laughing)
- There, there.
- Right, left.
- There!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
(guests laughing and chattering)
- Max, you're smarter
than anyone here.
Except for me, of course.
- Hey, Einstein.
(guests chattering)
Why don't you put
your stupid mouse away
and come join the party?
- I've got a better idea.
Why don't you go find yourself
an IQ and leave me
and my mouse alone?
- All right, man, I tried.
(motorcycle engine rumbling)
(ominous orchestral music)
- [Tobias] Oh,
you must be Jimmy.
Let me get a look at ya.
(laughs) I'm Tobias,
that's Marla.
- [Marla] Hey, we're
your new aunt and uncle.
- Oh.
- Welcome to the family.
- Thanks.
- Hey there, little brother.
- Hey, Sis.
Mm, you look great.
- Oh.
- [Jessica] Aunt Marla!
- Happy Birthday, mm.
Hey, come over here.
(Bill sighs)
- So how's it going Tobias?
(wasp buzzing)
- [Tobias] You've got wasps.
- Uh, well, I'll look into that.
Ooh, very nice, very nice.
- Right?
- [Bill] Yeah, yeah.
It's a little small.
(Claire laughs)
- Dad, I wanna open yours now.
- Remember honey,
it's from all of us.
- [Woman] This is a big one.
- Oh!
- Oh!
- You guys, I love it!
- Hey, runt, why don't you
ask her if you can move in?
- That's hysterical, Todd.
You really are quite funny.
- Oh!
- Oh!
- Wow.
- Okay, who wants cake, hmm?
- Yeah.
- Todd, Todd, go cut some cake.
Okay?
(guests chattering)
(horn whistles)
(creepy music)
(demon snarls)
(Jessica coughing)
- I thought you cleaned it?
- I did.
(guests laughing and chattering)
- Look at this neat box.
- Tobias, that's--
- Not now.
- [Bill] I hope you're
not too old for this.
- No way.
Thank you so much.
- Oh, you're so welcome.
- Lucky. (laughs)
(toy spider squeaking)
- How did that get in there?
Hmm.
That oughta do it.
(guests chattering)
- Oh, almost.
Very close, whoa,
easy kiddo, easy.
Give me that.
Who's next?
- Me, me!
- Jessica, do you
wanna give it a try?
- I'll do it.
- I don't feel so good.
(guests chattering)
- Jimmy.
Jim-boy, come on in here
and show 'em how it's done, huh?
Give him the blindfold there.
- Okay.
- That's good.
- Hit it, hit it.
- Would you like to play,
sweetheart?
- That's good.
- Hit it hard, hit it hard.
- Spin around, yes.
- One, two, three,
- Hit it hard.
- You're not peaking, are ya?
- Four, five.
Good, dizzy?
(guests chattering)
Good, okay, all right.
- Okay, Jimmy, go ahead.
- Are you ready?
Take a good shot at it.
Nice and straight.
- Go, go, Jimmy.
- Go, go!
- Oh, good one, try again.
Try again, one more.
(guests laughing)
- Do it again!
- Again, again!
- One more time.
(guests cheering)
- Candy!
- Candy!
(spider whooshes)
- It's on me!
(guests screaming)
- Oh, geez.
- Get it off me!
- I'll get it, I'll get it.
- Get it off!
- Get it, get it!
(spider splattering)
- Oh.
- Ew.
- Jeez, man.
- You tried to kill me.
(Todd groans)
You knew I was
afraid of spiders.
- I was trying to help you, man.
- [Bill] Todd, you're
in big trouble now.
- Dad, I put a fake
spider in there as a joke,
but it was rubber, not real.
- This is no joke.
Upstairs to your room,
you're grounded for a month.
- [Jimmy] But Bill,
I don't, really.
- Upstairs, now!
- I can't believe you.
(guests chattering)
- Aunt Marla, I'm,
I'm really sick.
- Hmm.
(wind howling)
(footsteps tapping)
- [Bill] Hey, how's she doing?
- She's completely unbalanced.
Tomorrow I'll bring
by some special tea.
Oh, relax.
It's just some herbs
and medicinal roots.
Maybe a little arsenic
thrown in for texture.
- Very funny.
- [Marla] In the meantime,
I have just the thing
to reduce your fever.
- I hope it's not too weird.
- No, weird is an
understatement.
This is a very powerful,
ancient remedy.
They call it children's aspirin.
(Bill chuckles)
You take those and try
to get some sleep, okay?
- Okay.
- All right.
Bill, don't you
think the dollhouse
would be better off
in a larger room?
- No, I want it to stay in here.
(Marla sighs)
(ominous music)
- Whoa, sis, whoa, easy, easy.
- Oh, oh, is it warm in here?
Am I'm having a hot flash.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I, um,
I guess it's been a rough day.
- [Bill] Get some rest now.
- Okay, little brother.
Talk to me.
Something's wrong.
- No, it's just stress.
Uh, okay.
I'm having my dreams again.
- Like when you were a kid?
- Mm-hmm, yeah, yeah.
It's just the stress, though.
You know, it's
just, it's the move
is a lot tougher than I
thought it was gonna be.
- You know, I have
the most vivid memory
of you when you were little.
- Yeah?
(Marla laughs)
- Always building something.
- Oh.
Here we go.
- Remember that castle you
built out of tree twigs once?
- Yeah, Fort Birch,
I called it.
- Mm.
You insisted on
putting a large flag
right through the top of it.
- Mm-hmm.
- And I told you
if you did, it would crumble
under the weight of it.
- Which is exactly what I did.
I put a large flag
right on top of it.
- Mm-hmm.
- Crumbled under the weight.
Just like you said.
- Be careful, Bill.
Your family's more
delicate than you think.
When I was in Jessica's room,
I received some strange
vibrations off that dollhouse.
And it definitely
was not a hot flash.
You felt it at the
party too, didn't you?
- Like a nail
through my forehead.
I'll look into it.
(upbeat rock music)
(knocking on door)
- [Bill] Todd?
Hey, Todd?
(knocking on door)
Todd, open the door, will ya?
(knocking on door)
Todd, open the
door, I'm coming in.
- Don't you ever knock?
- I knocked 10 times.
I wanna talk to you about
the spider incident.
- Yeah, well I don't.
- Todd, you're digging
yourself a deeper hole here.
- Well give me a shovel.
- I want you to go apologize
to Jimmy right now.
- No, no way.
I'm not helping you
score brownie points
with your new son.
Forget it.
- Please stop.
(creepy choral music)
(window clacks)
- Don't you walk away from
me when I'm talking to you.
(wind howling)
(leaves pattering)
Son of a bitch!
- What's going on?
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Oh, this, dammit.
- What?
(Bill grunting)
(window creaking)
- How did you do that?
- (sighs) Ah, that's
one hell of a Santa Ana.
- Dad, you're, you're
nose, it's bleeding.
- Oh, man, no kidding.
- Hey, Dad?
I'm sorry.
(clock ticking)
(mouse squeaking)
- [Claire] Jimmy?
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
I just wanted to make
sure you're okay.
It wasn't one of
my better parties.
- Bill overreacted
if you ask me.
Dad never lost it like that.
He was always in control.
- You'd be surprised.
- What do you mean?
- Nevermind.
Listen, it's getting late.
Why don't you get
some rest, okay?
- Okay.
- Okay, good night, sweetie.
- Good night, Mom.
Max?
(mouse squeaking)
(mouse squeaking)
- Max, what are you doing here?
You like the dollhouse too.
(mouse squeaking)
That's my room.
(creature snarling)
(mouse shrieking)
(bed thumping)
(screaming) Help, help!
(Jessica screaming)
(dramatic music)
(creature snarling)
- What's wrong, Jess?
- It's under my bed.
(creature snarling)
(bed thumping)
- Hey, what's going on?
What's going on here?
Huh, huh?
- I don't know, Dad, there's
something under
that bed, it's like
a giant raccoon or something.
- No, Dad, it was Max.
- He's dead!
(Jimmy crying)
- Oh, shit.
- Dude, I'm sorry, man.
- No you're not!
You've hated me ever
since I got here.
You killed him!
- But it was an accident.
- You're just lying
to defend him.
- Jimmy, Jessica doesn't lie.
- Yeah, right, Bill.
- Jimmy.
- Honey, let me talk to him.
- Dad, it was an
accident, I swear.
- I know.
- Watch out, Todd.
(toy whirring)
- So much for the giant rat.
- But it was there.
You saw it.
- I don't know, Jess.
(toy clacks)
- Todd?
I'm scared.
(creepy music)
(dollhouse creaking)
(slime sloshing)
(knocking on door)
- Hey, Jimmy.
Hey, Jim.
Todd didn't mean to hurt Max.
- He didn't hurt
him, he killed him.
There's a notable difference.
- Look, I'm not trying to take
Todd's side in this thing.
- I'm just trying--
- Yes, you are.
You're defending
that Neanderthal.
I hate it here so much.
- Well then why
don't you tell me
what you'd like me to do to
make it better for you, okay?
- I want you to leave me alone.
That's what I want.
- All right.
(Jimmy sighs)
I'm sorry about Max.
- Whatever.
(dramatic music)
Dad, Dad!
But, but, Dad, you, you're dead.
- Shh.
Not so loud, Jim.
- You can't be real.
- I'm here, aren't I?
- Feels like a dream.
- A dream that's come true.
- I've missed you so much.
(ominous music)
- How have you been?
- I've been bad.
I mean, I hate my life.
I hate this house.
I hate everybody here.
Except for Mom, of course.
- Don't you like Bill?
- Huh, are you kidding?
He's the biggest
loser of them all.
- Maybe that's because he
doesn't care about you, Jim.
The truth is,
he wants to take your
mom away from you.
- Yeah, that's just
what I've been thinking.
But who cares, Dad,
now that you're here.
Wait until Mom sees.
- No, no, no, no.
Don't say anything just yet.
This will be our little secret.
We have plans to make.
Plans about what
to do with Bill.
Maybe what happened to
Max should happen to Bill.
- But Dad, wait, I.
Unbelievable.
(slime squishing)
- This is a nightmare, Claire.
- Hey, I figure 10, 12 years,
the kids are outta here.
- Mm.
- Hmm?
- How do you do it, huh?
- Mm.
I think about how
hard you're trying
to make this work for all of us.
- I love you.
- Mm.
(creepy choral music)
(dollhouse rattling)
(dollhouse clattering)
(Bill groaning)
- [Bill] Oh, yeah,
you feel so good.
(Claire groaning)
(Claire screaming)
(Bill groaning)
Am I doing this right?
- I don't know.
(Claire breathing heavily)
- Hey, Claire.
Look, um, about Jimmy's mouse.
I didn't mean to hurt him.
- I'm not mad at you Todd.
Can't you wait
until I'm finished?
- What's your problem?
- Nothing.
Just go back to bed.
- This family is so fucked up.
(knocking on door)
(crickets chirping)
(Dana growling)
(Dana laughing)
Not funny, Dana.
- [Dana] It was so funny.
- My parents are
asleep upstairs.
- So what?
(lips smacking)
- So how'd you get in here?
- I found the key.
- Aw, you.
Come on, let's go.
- Okay, let's go outside.
(wind whistling)
- [Todd] God, it reeks.
- Mm.
- Oh, take it easy there.
(Dana laughs)
- Wow, this is cool.
Hey, look at this.
Eh, I love bugs.
- [Todd] Well that's a
whole lotta bug to love.
- Yeah.
Hey, that's your fireplace.
Did your dad build a house
on this burned down lot?
- Yeah, he did.
Saved us a ton of money
using the original fireplace.
(Dana chuckles)
But it's not that interesting.
- No.
(Dana moans)
- I never liked
that shirt anyway.
(Dana chuckles)
(frame clattering)
(glass shattering)
(Dana gasps)
- What was that?
- How am I supposed to know?
(insect buzzing)
- Are you sure that
thing was dead?
- As dead as this town
on a Saturday night.
(Dana laughing)
(insect buzzing)
(dramatic music)
(insect buzzing)
(Dana screaming)
Get out!
- Todd, come on!
- Just go!
(insect whooshing)
(brick banging on floor)
(Todd grunts)
(dramatic music)
(Todd groaning)
(insect buzzing)
(Todd gasping)
(Todd groaning)
- [Claire] Todd!
- It's in his ear!
- Hold his head.
I'll douse it.
(Todd groaning)
- (crying) It wasn't dead.
That thing wasn't dead.
- Okay.
- Is it okay?
Good, good.
Easy.
Todd?
(Dana crying)
(Todd groaning)
The guy in the emergency room
said he's never
seen one like it.
Todd's asleep.
- You know he spends
too much time with Dana.
She's trouble.
She's not good for him.
He can do a whole lot better.
(ominous music)
- [Boy] They're gonna burn.
- Don't, don't.
(dramatic music)
(Bill gasping)
(Bill screaming)
(dramatic music)
(Bill groaning)
(Bill gasps)
What's happening to me?
(wind whistling)
(spatula scraping)
Okay, guys.
I have pancakes.
- I'm going to my room.
I don't feel so good.
- I'm not hungry.
- I'm gonna do the dishes.
- I'm going outside.
I need some fresh air.
- Good morning, Jimmy.
Morning.
Huh, what's up with boy genius?
- Hmm, don't ask.
- I brought Jess over some
of that tea I talked about.
- Yeah, well, you might
as well take it upstairs.
She's not feeling
any better today.
- Hmm.
This whole family needs
their chakras realigned.
(Claire breathing heavily)
(plate cracking)
- [Bill] Hey, are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Did you cut yourself?
- Uh-uh.
(keys jangling)
Listen, I'm gonna
go do some shopping.
- Can I come along?
Marla can watch the kids.
- No, that's okay.
I need to be alone.
- Great.
- What's the matter baby?
You're troubled, aren't you?
- I'm just a little scared.
That's all.
- Is it the dollhouse?
- How did you know?
- Just called it a hunch.
- I think it's magical.
Its windows open by themselves,
and it turned Jimmy's baby mouse
into a huge monster mouse.
You believe me, don't you?
- Oh, honey, I more
than believe you.
Look, I tell you
what, why don't we
just get this thing
out of your room, huh?
(dramatic music)
(head bangs on dollhouse)
(Marla gasps)
- See, I told you.
What are we gonna do now?
- Jess, I want
you to make a list
of all the strange
things it does.
You think you can do
that for me, sweetheart?
- Yeah.
Write down everything unusual.
Just like a real detective.
- Yeah.
(wind whistling)
I'll be back later, okay?
Okay.
(creepy music)
- What could be in here?
(sparks zapping)
Ow.
Rule number one,
don't touch the attic door.
- [Tobias] Did you
bring me what I need?
- I took it from the dollhouse.
- All right, I'll
see what I can see.
(dollhouse creaking)
(car engine whirring)
- Looking good.
- Oh, hey Claire.
- Hey.
- Ah, listen, let's
bury the hatchet.
Come on, play some
one on one with me.
- I don't think so.
- Come on,
Dad says you're good.
- Ah, dammit, let me go.
- You know, Claire, I thought
you were gonna be cool.
I was wrong.
- What's happening to me?
(basketball bouncing)
(creepy music)
(Claire moaning)
- Claire?
(basketball bouncing)
(Claire breathing heavily)
Claire?
Claire?
I finally fixed the gas line.
Unbelievable how high
the pressure was.
So how are you doin'?
What, what?
Oh, oh, Claire.
I've never seen you like this.
(Claire moaning)
(Clair yelping)
Claire, are you okay?
What's, what's wrong?
- I guess I'm just not used
to a house full of kids.
- Then we need to be alone, huh?
(sighs)
Todd, you got the number
for restaurant, right?
- Yeah, yeah, don't
worry about it.
- Good, listen, I've
been doing some thinking,
and I think you and Dana should
call it quits for a while.
- Hey, look, Dad, um--
- No, you should
stop seeing Dana
until you learn to be a
little bit more responsible.
- I totally understand.
- You do?
- Yeah, oh, she's
history anyways.
Too much trouble.
If you know what I mean.
- Yeah, good, good.
- Ready.
- Hey, you look great.
- Thanks.
- Thanks for watching the kids.
- Yeah, no problem.
- Bye, Todd.
- Good night, Claire.
Have a nice dinner.
All right, midgets.
Game over, go to bed.
What, did I stutter?
Let's go, come on, go to bed.
(Jimmy sighs)
- Oh.
- Upstairs, come on.
Bedtime for you guys.
(game pieces clattering)
It's getting late.
Come on.
- It's only eight o'clock.
- I don't wanna go to my room.
You can't make me.
- [Todd] Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, I don't like
my room anymore.
- That's too bad
'cause you're going.
And I can make you.
(Jessica gasps)
And if I catch either
of you two down here,
you're dead meat.
- Well, I guess I'll
see you tomorrow then.
- Good night, Jimmy.
(mixture hissing)
- Fascinating.
(wind whistling)
(shovel scraping)
(ominous music)
Dad.
(slime squishing)
- I'm digging the
hole for us, Jim.
For us.
- You're starting to
really scare me Dad.
(slime squishing)
- Don't you see
what's going on here?
Your mom has forgotten
all about me.
Bill will get you
to do the same.
You'll forget I ever existed.
- No, I won't.
I'll never forget.
- Bill has to be removed.
- I won't do it.
- Get with the program, boy.
(arm whooshing)
You must not miss me.
- But I do.
I miss you.
- Then kill him, Jim.
Kill him for me.
(distorted whispering)
- [Jimmy] You can't
make me do it.
(dramatic music)
(distorted whispering)
- Do it for me, Jimmy.
You'll feel a whole
lot better if you do.
(slime squishing)
You'll feel a whole
lot better if you do.
- What's going on
with us, Claire?
(Bill laughing)
(customers chattering)
- I don't know, it's like
we're falling apart
before we've even begun.
- Oh, man.
(atmospheric piano music)
I have a feeling I'm
totally out of control here.
And my motto is if it's
broken, I'll fix it.
(Claire and Bill laughing)
- I remember this.
Us laughing.
Enjoying each other.
I actually feel kinda
normal right now.
- Honey, what I'm gonna
tell you right now
is gonna sound a little crazy.
- Nothing's gonna sound
crazy to me at this point.
- Well, I had this bad dream.
- That's it?
- That's a lot.
I haven't had a dream like
this since I was 10 years old.
Do you remember how I told
you that my mom and dad died?
- In the house fire.
- Yeah, yeah.
Well, I had this dream
that the house was burning
and I told my parents about it,
and I told 'em that
we should get out
and they didn't believe me.
(ominous music)
And the next day, the
house went up like a match
when I was at school.
Marla says I have
these gifts, you know.
Whatever they are, they're
driving me out of my mind.
- What's it telling you now?
- It's telling me that,
that I'm gonna lose you.
- Oh.
- That I'm gonna lose
all of you.
- Oh, oh, Bill.
(wind whistling)
(door clacking)
- Ah, what took you so long?
I've been waiting
out there forever.
- Hey, dweeb removal takes time.
- So, how long do we have?
- Long enough.
- Cool.
(creepy music)
(distorted children whispering)
- I'm not afraid of you.
Go ahead, do something.
I dare you.
(gasping)
Rule number two,
it listens.
(wind whistling)
(Dana laughs)
- Gosh, it's good
to see you laugh.
I thought I was
boring you to death.
- No, I was just thinking.
For some reason, I feel
right at home in this house.
- This house gives
me the creeps.
You know, as a matter of fact,
I've thinking about taking off.
As in permanently.
- You just don't know how
good you've got it, do you?
Okay, look at my life.
I don't have a father,
and my loving mother
kicks me out of the house
every time one of her
boyfriends comes over.
I would die to have
a family like yours.
You just don't get it.
Here isn't so bad, Todd.
I'm here.
- You're the only
reason I'm still around.
(Dana moans)
- Hey.
- Hmm?
- Why don't you
go get us a drink.
- All right.
(wind whistling)
- Hey, Todd?
How do you turn this thing on?
- Oh, the switch is on the wall.
(fire roaring)
(Todd humming)
Here I go
(humming)
(humming)
Hey, how strong
do you want these?
- [Dana] The
stronger the better.
- Right. (laughs)
Right.
Ooh.
(creepy music)
- I'm not afraid.
Go ahead, do something.
I dare you.
(Dana gasping)
(dramatic music)
(blender whirring)
(Todd humming)
(Dana gasping)
(blender whirring)
(Todd humming)
(smoke hissing)
(blender whirring)
(fire roaring)
(Dana screaming)
(dramatic music)
(blender whirring)
(Dana screaming)
(blender whirring)
(Dana screaming)
I'll be right there.
(blender whirring)
(Dana screaming)
(blender whirring)
Oh, yeah, party time.
(ominous music)
(fire roaring)
(Dana screaming)
(dramatic music)
Oh.
(Todd coughs)
- Todd, are you okay?
- Kids, go upstairs
and stay there.
Jimmy, call 911!
Go, Jess.
(Dana whimpering)
- It hurts.
(paramedics chattering)
- I'm gonna go with her.
- No, I'm going with her.
- No, no, Todd you stay here.
I'm gonna go with her.
- No, I'm going with her.
- Todd, you stay here.
- You stay here.
You stay here, Todd.
- You know, this is all
your fault.
- Todd.
- This is all your fault!
You and your goddamn gas lines.
- Todd, Todd!
- I wish you never built
this fucking house.
- Todd, Todd.
- Let him go.
Let him go.
- All right.
- Get him strapped in.
Let's go.
- All right, let's go.
Move it out.
(engine whirring)
(siren wailing)
- You did this.
(creepy music)
Give me that.
Whoa.
My hand disappears
in the fireplace.
(wind whistling)
(Jimmy breathing heavily)
(knocking on door)
- Who is it?
- Hey.
- Hi, Mom.
Todd told me you called 911.
- Oh, it was no big deal.
- Oh, it's pretty brave of you.
- Mom, I.
I'm tired.
- Okay, honey.
It's late.
Get some sleep.
- [Jimmy] I hope
Dana's gonna be okay.
- (sighs) Yeah, me too.
It's pretty horrible, huh?
- I can think of worse.
Please don't come out.
Please.
(creepy music)
(Jessica moaning)
(door creaking)
(slime drips)
(matches striking)
- Ready?
- As ready as I'll ever be.
(speaking in foreign language)
Open to me the secret way.
(blood spurting)
(speaking in foreign language)
(table clattering)
(glass clinking)
(Marla gasping)
Oh.
(house rumbling)
(drawers banging)
(Marla gasping)
(Marla breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
(creature groaning)
It can't escape the pentagram.
- I'm not sure it needs to.
(creature groans)
(house rumbling)
(drawers banging)
(glass shattering)
(book whacks on head)
(Marla groaning)
(shelves crashing)
(knife banging)
(blood spurting)
(dramatic music)
Marla?
(dramatic music)
- Go to them, Tobias.
Go.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- So how's Dana doing?
- She's in a coma.
I'll tell Todd in the morning.
I'll get ready for bed.
(atmospheric blues music)
(crickets chirping)
(wind whistling)
(Jimmy breathing heavily)
(creepy music)
(Jessica coughing)
No, no, please, please!
(electronic swirling)
(electronic swirling)
(distorted whispering)
- Mm.
Mm.
(Bill groaning)
- No!
No!
No, please!
(Jessica groans)
(house exploding)
(demon laughing maniacally)
(dramatic music)
We have to get outta here.
(wind whistling)
(chair banging)
(Jimmy gasps)
(dramatic music)
(Jimmy gasps)
- I'm doing this for us, Jim.
It's payback time.
- Dad, no!
Dad!
(lips smacking)
Bill!
- Oh, honey, did you
have a bad dream?
- I'll go.
(dramatic music)
- Is that how I raised you?
To be a little girl?
(knocking on door)
- [Bill] Jimmy?
- That your new
best friend, Jim?
- No, Dad.
- Well it sure
sounds like it to me.
- Jimmy.
(slime squishing)
Hey, Jim, open up,
let's talk, buddy.
Come on, buddy.
Let's talk, all right?
Jim.
(knocking on door)
Jimmy.
(hand whacks against face)
(Jimmy groans)
(body whooshing)
Jimmy, out!
(dramatic music)
- Hey, Mr. Brady.
Let's have a little pow wow.
I'm gonna let you in
on a little secret.
(Jimmy whimpering)
(suspenseful music)
- Hey, I thought
Bill came to see.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, he hit
you, that bastard.
- Mom, Dad hit me.
- You mean Bill hit you.
- No, it was Dad.
Dad hit me.
- Don't you defend him.
(electronic swirling)
(Bill gasps)
- They're coming for you Bill.
And they are gonna
eat your soul.
(laughing maniacally)
(fist thuds on stomach)
(Bill groaning)
(electronic swirling)
(dramatic music)
- Oh, my God.
- Hey, Claire--
- How dare you hit him?
- What, I didn't hit him.
- How dare!
- I want you out.
- I didn't, Claire!
I didn't, dammit!
- Get out, get out!
- Claire, I didn't do it!
- I said, get out!
- Come on, dammit, I--
- You asshole!
- I had a dream, dammit!
- Fuck your dreams!
- Claire!
- Just get out!
- Dad, no.
(dramatic music)
- Claire, Claire, Claire!
Come on!
(Claire crying)
(Bill grunts)
(Claire crying)
(Claire screams)
- Glad to see I still
excite you Claire.
- Mom.
(dramatic music)
(Claire crying)
(car engine whirring)
(garage door clanking)
(engine revving)
(exhaust hissing)
(Bill coughs)
(Bill coughing)
(Bill gasping)
(objects clanking)
(body thuds on floor)
- Please leave me alone.
(dollhouse creaking)
(creepy music)
(creepy choral music)
(pages fluttering)
Please, leave me alone.
Please, leave me alone.
(dollhouse whirring)
(distorted voices)
Oh.
No!
(wind whistling)
(demons snarling)
(Jessica screaming)
(upbeat rock music)
- Jess?
(groaning)
(fire roaring)
- And when she got home,
she built a very big, big
fire in the fireplace.
(laughing maniacally)
All right, Jim.
We're getting to the best part.
This is where the evil witch
throws Hansel into the fire.
- Stop it.
- Oh, Claire,
I thought you used to love
our quiet little
evenings by the fire.
(book cover slams)
(Jimmy whimpering)
- Don't do this!
- But Claire, we're
going to the other side.
(laughing maniacally)
Don't worry, it
only hurts forever.
(ominous music)
(distorted groaning)
- Dana?
What are you doing here?
I thought you were
in the hospital.
- [Dana] I had to get
out of there, Todd.
There was so many sick people.
- But I saw you,
you, you were hurt.
- [Dana] Shh, let's just
pick up where we left off.
(dramatic music)
(Bill gasping)
(Bill coughing)
- He got the wife.
My family.
They're gonna burn, just like--
- No, no, that's
not gonna happen.
I'll take that.
We don't have much time.
- All right.
(gasping) Let's find Jessica.
(dramatic music)
(doorknob zapping)
- Let's try that again.
- Let go!
(door smashing)
- [Bill] Hey!
Let him go.
(Claire whimpering)
(hand whacks against face)
- Wait your turn, Bill.
(Tobias groaning)
Not so fast, big boy.
(body bangs against wall)
- Oh, let me go!
(fist whacks against face)
- Are you okay?
- The doll, get the doll.
(Bill grunting)
(Claire gasping)
- Maggot brain.
You're history.
- You can't do this, Jim.
I'm your father.
- No you're not.
My father's dead.
(demon groaning)
(dramatic music)
- So beautiful.
(distorted moaning)
I love you so much.
(dramatic music)
- Thanks, Bill.
- I'm proud of you buddy.
Go, go.
(body hissing)
(Dana snarling)
(dramatic music)
(Todd screaming)
- The dollhouse.
We have to get it.
- Jessica's room.
- I'll get Todd.
- Okay, let's go.
- They're coming for you.
(bat whacks against head)
- Come on.
Come on, we gotta
get outta here.
Come on, come on, Todd.
I knew she wasn't
good enough for you.
(dramatic music)
(dollhouse creaking)
- Ready?
(door smashes)
Where is she?
Jessica?
Tobias, she made notes
on the dollhouse.
(house rumbling)
Downstairs, she's
in the fireplace!
(dramatic music)
She's not upstairs.
It's okay, we're gonna find her.
You two, get out
of the house, now.
- No, I'm staying.
- No.
(house rumbling)
- Claire, we gotta
get out of this house.
- [Bill] That's what I'm saying.
(house rumbling)
- [Todd] Come on, Claire.
- [Claire] Let's go!
(dramatic music)
(fire roaring)
(Bill gasps)
- This was in my dream.
- Daddy.
(creepy music)
Please help me.
(wind whistling)
- She's in there.
This is a portal.
- If it's a portal,
it's the welcome mat to hell.
- No, I saw this in my dreams!
(Bill grunts)
(sparks zapping)
(Bill screams)
(sparks zapping)
(dramatic music)
- Help me.
(distorted whispering)
Please, please, help me.
Please Daddy, help me.
Daddy, I'm over here, help.
Help me, Daddy.
(ominous music)
- Jessie.
- Daddy, I'm here.
- [Bill] Oh, honey.
(house rumbling)
(glass shattering)
- I think I like it
better where they went.
(screaming)
- [Bill] Ah, Tobias.
- Damn, that was hot.
- Daddy, where are we?
- I don't know,
honey, I don't know.
I've seen this
place in my dreams.
- I've seen it too.
This is a place of evil.
- Tobias, what is this?
- Husks.
It's bad.
- I saw them being born.
- Ah, yeah.
- What are these things?
- You don't wanna know.
Demons, a small one,
the size of a rat
just about killed Marla and me.
- These, there are--
- Much bigger, Daddy.
(demons snarling)
(dramatic music)
- We need to get outta here.
- There's four.
I saw it in the dollhouse.
(demons snarling)
(speaking in foreign language)
(demons snarling)
(demons snarling)
- It's locked.
(demons snarling)
- Wait.
(demons snarling)
(speaking in foreign language)
(lasers whirring)
(demon roaring)
They won't cross
into the light.
- [Jessica] Look
that way, Daddy.
It opens the other
way in my dollhouse.
(door creaking)
(distorted whispering)
- [Tobias] Go, you must
burn the dollhouse.
- Tobias, Tobias, I'm
not leaving you here.
- Bill, you have to
save your family.
(demon roaring)
(speaking in foreign language)
You bastards!
- [Bill] (coughs)
That way, run, go, go!
(grunting)
Go on, Jessie, go.
Get outta here!
(demons snarling)
(laser zapping)
(Tobias screaming)
Jessica, go outside, now!
(house rumbling)
(glass shattering)
Go honey.
Run to Mommy!
(fire roaring)
(glass shattering)
(dollhouse exploding)
(sparks zapping)
- Let's go, Bill.
(engine whirring)
(dollhouse exploding)
- [Jessica] Where is he?
- Come on, Bill.
(doll house exploding)
Let's go, Bill.
(Bill groaning)
(dollhouse exploding)
(tires screeching)
Oh, Bill!
(Bill laughing)
Oh!
- Daddy, are you okay?
- Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.
(house exploding)
(group gasping)
- [Todd] Let's get outta here.
- Is it over?
- Yes, honey, it's over.
- Inside, honey, inside.
(house exploding)
(Claire and Bill gasping)
- [Claire] You and
your damn farmhouse.
- That's okay, as long
as we're together.
We can build another house.
- Hey, next time,
let's just rent.
- [Jimmy] You know,
Todd, I've been thinking.
That house was definitely
not up to code.
You're father's a great guy,
but the fact that he got
a contractor's license is scary.
- [Todd] You're sure
right, little brother.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(fire roaring)
(glass shattering)
(demon roaring)
(fire roaring)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(film reel clattering)