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Got him!
Mrs. Moriarty...
Are you trying to scare the wits out of me?
I do beg your pardon I'm sure, Father,
but you know, confession starts in a few minutes.
My new parishioners are waiting.
Yes, yes. I know.
Mrs. Moriarty...
Would you check the windows upstairs?
It's a bit chilly here, isn't it?
Yes, Father.
You don't suppose a rat has a soul, do you, Father?
I'm ready.
Who are you?
What do you want?
Who are you?
Oh, my God.
Overcast skies today, folks,
with an expected high of 55 degrees
and some showers expected later in the afternoon.
So don't forget those sweaters and umbrellas.
Should be clearing later in the day with only a 30 percent chance...
No, I wanna catch the weather.
Weather report for the Tri-County area...
Continued cloudy and cold.
I don't hear any hustle out there.
If we hit the rush, we'll miss the agent.
He's gonna be there at 9:00, sharp.
I'm hurrying.
The place is in Amityville, we gotta take the Long Island Expressway.
...percent chance of rain.
The long range forecast predicts a continuation of this chilly weather.
The low pressure range coming...
This is Amityville.
The house is about a mile away on the other side of town.
Marvin, turn right after the bridge.
What?
Right... Here.
Turn, Marvin.
This is ridiculous.
What is this, Debbie? Another one of your premonitions?
Stop.
What? What is it?
I know this house.
This isn't even the right block.
Marvin...
It's for sale.
Hey...
I smell an opportunity.
I know this house.
Look at the size of this place. It's enormous.
I wonder how much they want for it.
I know this house, Marvin.
We have to get some partners who have some money.
Bill...
You never listen to me, Marvin.
Bill's making money with his restaurant.
And Abby.
Abby just married that lawyer, didn't she, Debbie?
Of course, I'm gonna have to handle the deal.
And the market is so hot on Long Island right now.
We can just fix it up and advertise it in Manhattan.
I've seen this house before in a dream.
We have some little fixer upper, huh?
So, this is Amityville.
Hey, Marv. There must be something wrong with this place, huh?
Some minor repairs.
Nothing a little elbow grease won't cure.
How'd we get it so cheap, Marvin?
Brilliant negotiating. Pure and simple.
Bet it's more like psychological torture.
Hey, Abby, when's the big unveiling?
No, wait a minute I'm not finished with it yet.
I'm gonna work on it this weekend.
You're gonna paint?
When I'm not renovating.
Oh, don't tell me a minor repair job, Marvin.
A welcoming gift.From whom?
So, what do you think?
You're sure someone's not still living here?
Look at this furniture.
All part of the deal. Even the curtains.
Marvin, will you help us, please?
Absolutely, Bill.
Hey, where's the easel?
Where's Debbie?
What do you think, sweetheart?
Your money.
Yeah, mine too.
Now I'd like to get a better look at what I bought into.
Called ConEd myself just a week ago.
It must be a bad switch.
We need power for this thing, Marvin.
Yeah, Marvin. How brilliant are you with negotiating
with the powers of darkness?
Very funny. Anybody got a flashlight?
Look what I found.
Ask and you shall receive.
This is great furniture.
I told you it's a bargain.
Why is it all covered up?
Marvin, this is kind of weird.
Who's that?
It's your wife, Marvin.Debbie!
In here!
I'm in the kitchen!
Careful. This place bites.
Are you okay, honey?
I thought I heard something.
I'm sorry.
At least it's not broken.
It's just twisted, I'll be all right.
Debra...She'll be fine, Marv.
I've got an ACE bandage in my first aid kit.
I could use one of your pain killers though, Marvin.
Oh, boy.
What a start to our little paint and plaster party.
Great house you found us, Marvin.
You never did explain why they moved out.
What?
The family who lived here.
Look at this.
They left their furniture and everything.
They must have left in a hurry.
It's really strange, isn't it?
I think they were superstitious.
I played on that in the negotiations.
I think they just wanted to get rid of the house.
Things are usually cheap for a reason.
I volunteered for this.
Ah.
This doesn't make sense.
Ow! Ow!
What's going on down there?
There's no water pressure, Marvin.
What is it, Marvin?What?
Smells like something crawled in there and died.
That's the third cigarette in a row.
Last I heard, you were gonna quit.
That's right.
Okay.
What's that?
Huh?
Don't move.
Don't. No, don't.
What're you doing?
Ah. We got water, William.
Rust.
Definitely not my color.
Oh, baby.
Let's get Debbie to read Bill's fortune.
Don't you think this is a little childish?
Now, where are the fortune cookies?
They are in the chow mien.
So, what does mine say?
Okay.
Um...
Something about surprises.
"Expect the unexpected."
That counts. Don't you think, Marv?
It's the law of averages. They print the same fortunes four or five times over.
Don't encourage her.
Hey.
I've got something here that no one expected.
Ta-da!
You got them back.
That was a gorgeous dress.
Let's see where we were all hammered on the dance floor.
Hey, speak for yourself, Billy Boy.
I happen to be a great dancer.
It has to do with, uh, body language.
There is no mistaking what it's saying now, Abigail.
I sense a lesson in behavioral science coming up.
Okay, okay. We really should ease off on Marvin here.
You know, if it weren't for him,
we wouldn't have the pleasure of being assembled here tonight,
in our fabulous house in need of...
...minor repairs.Minor repairs.
I heard there's a Holiday Inn down the road, you're welcome to stay there.
Oh!
And miss all this fun?
Mock me now, thank me later.
My mother used to say that.
My mother never said anything.
Daddy wouldn't give her a chance.
Hey, there's that scratching sound.
I told you, rats.
Big ones.
Excuse me. I have to go to the bathroom.
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