Mausoleum

All right, darling, let's go.

Susan, did you hear me?

We're leaving.

- No, aunt Cora, I'm staying with mommy.

- Please, honey, I know you're upset,

but I don't want you to stay out here and catch a cold.

Let's go home.

I'm not going home.

I'm going to your house.

That's right.

My house is gonna be your home

until you're old enough to inherit your mother's estate.

Now let's get in the car.

Come on, Susan, it's time to go now.

(Dramatic music)

- I won't go with you, I won't.

No, aunt Cora, I won't. - Susan.

Susan, wait!

Not Susan, oh god please, not Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Hey, little girl, come here.

What are you doing here?

Oh, no.

No, no.

Oh, my head. (Groaning)

- I've been treating your niece since she was child.

Her behavior's been normal for over 10 years now, Cora.

Believe me, there's nothing wrong with Susan.

- Look, Simon, what happened to my sister

and to the nomed family is not my imagination.

Here's my father's diary.

I have hesitated to show it to anyone over the years,

even to you.

It's my family history.

Read it, Simon.

- I'm aware of the superstition and mythology

that surrounds your family, Cora.

You have a very active imagination.

I deal in reality.

- Are you afraid to read it? - (Simon chuckles)

Simon, you've always been willing to help.

And I always will be.

I happen to love Susan very much.

What's really bothering you, Cora?

- Susan is starting to behave the same way her mother did

before she died.

- Do you realize that you've come to me

with the same anxiety

every anniversary of your sister's death?

Every time Susan visits her mother's grave.

Look, Cora, Susan is a beautiful grown woman now.

She's married.

Let her lead her own life.

It's time to let go, Cora.

- Susan. - (Rats squeaking)

Susan nomed.

Susan nomed.

- Therefore, did the demon extricate itself

from the crown of thorns,

departing the confines of the outer rim area of hell,

and was rewarded with the eternal possession

of the first female born of the family known as nomed.

Once having left the mausoleum,

the demon is one with the possessed

and can only be returned to rest by the first born

having reunited the demon with the crown of thorns.

And lest we forget,

no nomed woman must enter the sanctuary of the mausoleum.

Jonathan nomed, August 16th, 1682.

Susan.

Susan.

Hey, wake up, hon.

Are you all right?

I couldn't wake ya.

Oliver.

Yeah? (Chuckles)

Did you expect somebody else?

Did you bring me home?

What are you talking about?

You must have been dreaming.

I guess I was.

Be right back.

Hi, Ben.

- Sorry to disturb you, Mr. - Farrell.

That's all right.

- I just wanted to let you know that I'll be back next week

to get the rest of that stubborn stump out.

Fine, fine.

Mrs. Farrell not feeling well?

- Oh, no, she's fine., she's just resting.

- Well, I'll see you next week then.

Thanks, Ben.

Have a good evening.

You too.

You know, I think Ben kinda likes you.

How do you feel?

- Fine, I think I must have had a nightmare.

- Listen, why don't we get out here and go down to the club

and do some dancing?

Oh, oh, I'd like that, honey.

I'm coming, darling.

- We'd better hurry or we'll lose a table.

- I'm so glad we're going out tonight.

How do I look?

- Fantastic, you look absolutely great.

Yeah?

- I got eight o'clock reservations.

We'd better get moving.

Okay.

(People chattering)

Enjoy your evening.

Thank you.

Who are you looking at?

Where?

Here.

- I was looking at the dance floor.

- You were looking at her, weren't you?

And this is the last time you're gonna do this to me.

When you take me out, you look at me.

I don't know what the hell you're talking about,

but you're always bitching about the same old shit.

- That's because it's always the same old shit with you.

Cheers.

Honey, listen now,

I'm sorry we can't spend more time together,

but as soon as I get these contracts signed

and the deal taken care of,

I promise you we'll get away and have a vacation, okay?

I understand, honey.

Now, let's dance.

Okay. (Susan chuckles)

Excuse me, Mr. Farrell, phone call for you.

Sorry, hon, be right back.

Hey, honey, come here.

- Let go of me. - Why waste a dance, huh?

Leave me alone. - Come on.

What the hell is wrong with her?

- What about the contracts, are they ready?

Very good.

Yeah, I'll be right down.

All right, thanks.

Well, guess what.

The contracts are ready,

and the clients are in from new York, and I have to go.

I'm sorry.

Oh, it doesn't matter, honey.

Let's go, I don't wanna stay anyway.

Be a good boy, thanks.

-Ah, Mr. Farrell, I'll have your car ready for you.

- Oh, you want a ticket, here, I got a number for you.

Right. - Thanks.

- You gotta start somewhere, right?

I can't believe those contracts are signed.

Oh. - Hey.

Okay, honey, it's okay.

Don't bother.

Hey, what's your problem, huh?

- It's okay, it's okay, he's drunk.

Let's get in the car.

Oh, shit!

Hey, hey.

Hey.

Open the door! - Hey, come on, open the door.

Get the hell out of there.

What are you doing? - Break it up!

Come on, open it up.

Try, go to the other one, push that door open, come on!

- Open the door. - (Banging on window)

Open the door.

Son of a bitch. - Help, help me.