The House by the Cemetery (Quella villa accanto al cimitero)

Steve?

Steve, are you dressed?

Hey, come on. It's late. I gotta get home.

I don't want to be put on restriction again.

Steve?

Steve?

Are you there?

Listen, if you're trying to scare me, I don't think it's very funny!

This place gives me the creeps.

Steve, I warn you- I'll never come here with you again!

Steve, come on. Where are you?

Hey, if you don't quit it, I swear I'm gonna split without you!

Steve!

Steven, where are you? Please answer me.

Steve!

Bob?

Bob? Bob, where are you?

Bob?

Honey, you still have to pack away your toys.

Now which ones you gonna take with you?

Bob, I'm talking to you.

Bob!

Bob, will you please wake up?

When Daddy gets home, we-

Mommy?

What's the matter?

Mommy, why does that girl keep telling me I shouldn't go there?

What girl, Bob?

The one standing at the window in that house.

At the window, huh?

Look, we don't have time to play games now, honey.

Daddy will be home any minute. Now where's the-

Ah, I guess she had something to do.

Let's just say you never saw her in the first place, right?

Yes, I did. I saw her face.

She was waving, and I could read her mouth.

And did she say anything to you?

Yep. She said that I shouldn't go over there.

Why did she say that, Mommy?

Well, I don't know, Bobby.

Maybe because she didn't want you to have to pack away your toys...

the way you were supposed to.

Come on, lazy bones. Get the lead out.

I wasn't tricking you, Mommy. Honest.

Mae.

Mae.

Time to go, Mae.

Time to go home.

No. I can't go now.

It's important.

I can't.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Lucy still hasn't made up her mind.

You have a lot of guts picking up the reins...

of someone else's research at its most critical point like this.

Especially when that someone else was a scientist of Eric Petersen's caliber.

Well, I'll tell you, Boyle.

You're the only man who can keep this project from going down the drain.

I mean, apart from the 5,000 more you're going to be earning in a year,

you were Petersen's protégé and also, I believe, one of his best friends.

And I know you're itching to clear up his suicide.

Tough one to explain.

But I know you'll get to the bottom of it.

Well, I'll try.

The important thing is, when this huge project gets published,

it'll have just your name on it.

Think what authorship can mean.

Yeah. Publish... or Podunk. Yeah.

Why do you think Eric would have done in Sheila like that?

Well, I don't know. No idea.

Apprehensions?

Yeah.

It's scary.

He organized the project, got it underway.

That he did.

And then, for no reason, abandoned everything.

Slaughtered his mistress and-

And there he was, researching suicide.

The times we have to live in.

Taxi!

Well, Boyle, when school is over, I'll drive up there and see you.

New Whitby. I adore New England.

I'll be looking forward to it, sir. Bye-bye.

Norman! Why my plants? Penny's gonna water them!

They're pretty.

Oh, for God's sake, New England's full of plants.

Be careful. Give it to me.

I don't trust Penny. I'll take it.

You can stick it under- What do you think? Everything here?

I think everything's here, but I really don't know how we're gonna flt it all in.

Think positive. By the way, have you been to see Mrs. Petersen?

Nah. No need to.

All his reference material is right there in the library.

Well, after all, he was a colleague of yours.

Let's just say we worked in the same field.

But, darling,

you could have at least gone to pay your condolences.

What do you say to a widow whose husband had another woman...

and one fine day slaughtered that other woman,

after which he hanged himself?

Then after Mommy changed her mind for the 10th time,

the place was already rented. My fault, huh?

So where we gonna live?

In an even nicer place, thanks to Professor Muller.

Otherwise you'd sleep in a tent. I wish!

Ah! Welcome to New Whitby.

Tired? A little nervous.

Come on, you're gonna love it. Smell that country air.

NO.

No! Don't do it.

There's the agency.

Stay right where you are, Bob. We'll be back in a minute, okay?

Will you get me some candy?

After dinner, if you're a good boy.

Oh, I'm so late. I'm sorry.

Mr. and Mrs. Boyle? How do you do? Hi.

I'm Laura Gittleson. Nice to meet you.

Okay, well, you can already start to fill this out and sign it. Sit down, please.

I'm gonna get the keys for you, okay?

I don't know exactly where I put them, but l- Ah, yes, in the desk.

Anyway, you can move in as soon as you want.

We haven't had much time to clean it up.

I'm sure you two will find it very comfortable.

Your predecessor was neat as a pin.

They did tell you it was the same house, didn't they?

In any case, poor Dr. Petersen had been there such a short while.

Uh, that's on one month's rent.

Of course you've been there before, haven't you, Dr. Boyle?

NO.

Well, I should think they could take possession-

Get the keys, Harold, would you, please?

What keys?

Ah.

The Freudstein keys.

Oak Mansion, Harold.

Yeah, sure, okay. Oak Mansion. Yeah.

Excuse me,john. I didn't mean to keep you waiting there.

Well, how do you find our little village?

It's not exactly New York, but I'm sure you'll grow to like it.

I hope so.

Bob? Bob?

I'm here.

Behind you.

On the other side of the street.

Hello.

Hello. My name is Mae.

I've been expecting you.

My name is Bob.

My daddy's here to do some research.

Yeah, I know.

However, I thought I told you very clearly not to come.

I did my best, only Mommy wouldn't listen to me.

Parents never listen. They always do what they want.

You shouldn't have come, Bob.

So, now, you two just follow me.

Okay. That's my car there.

Where's-

Hmm?

Mrs. Gittleson, hold on a second.

Go.

Bob! Mommy! Mommy! I saw the girl from the old house.

Why did you get out of the car? See the doll she gave me to play with?

Everything all right? She wanted to talk.

She lives here too. I told you to stay there, not to move.

But she talked to me!

What else? Oh.

They promise to come by Friday at the latest to hook the phone up.

I guess that about does it. Thank you very much.

Not at all. My pleasure.

Well, I hope you enjoy your stay... and your research, Mr. Boyle.

Thank you. I hope so too.

And don't worry. As soon as I get back to town, I'll find you that babysitter.

That's very kind of you. -If there's anything else, you know where to find me.

Okay.

Damn tombstones.

Well, house in the woods, quiet.

Yeah, right.

Shades of Walden Pond.

Norman? Yeah?

This house is exactly like the one in the old photo... in New York.

Yes, it's possible.

It's a typical example of the local architecture.

There are probably hundreds of houses like it in the area.

You ready?

Don't you want to unload the car?

You got six months to contemplate nature.