October 1 1, 1931, Los Angeles.
A conflagration of biblical proportions incinerates nearly everyone...
...in what was once LAīs most celebrated medical facility :
The Vannacutt Psychiatric lnstitute For the Criminally lnsane.
But the secret this inferno burned free was far more frightening...
...than any picture Hollywood could produce.
A sanitarium of slaughter...
...supervised by a surgeon gone mad:
Richard Benjamin Vannacutt.
Doctor Richard Benjamin Vannacutt.
Little known today...
...but likely the most prolific mass murderer of this century .
He out-butchered Bundy .
He made Manson look meek.
And the site of his carnage still exists today...
...restored almost to its original state.
But it has yet to be inhabited, because some say...
...the spirits of Vannacutt and his victims...
...still live within the walls of the House on Haunted Hill.
No shit.
Weīll be back with more Terrifying But True in a moment.
No need, baby.
You just gave me everything I needed.
Price.
Evelyn, how nice.
That is totally fucking fascinating, but līve got to get back to you.
Theyīre trying to shoot me here.
What is it, Mr. Price, business or pleasure?
Neither. My wife.
Your roller coaster is quote, ī"Unlike any that has come before it.ī"
Absolutely. No cheap thrills.
A journey to the brink of madness.
It just looks like a generic roller coaster to me. Whatīs the gimmick?
Ever seen one that starts at the top?
Twenty stories worth of top?
Sources said the reason your parkīs opening has been delayed...
...was a near-fatal accident on one of the rides here.
I wouldnīt open this place tomorrow if every single thing...
...down to the beheaded Beanie Babies, hadnīt tested 1 00-percent safe.
What the hell was that?
Growing pains.
New steel must bend and stretch a little before finally settling in.
Donīt worry. In 15 years, Price Amusements hasnīt lost a customer.
Iīve designed and built six of these places. Take my word for it...
...everythingīs fine.
God forbid, if something unexpected should happen...
...thereīs always the safety cable.
That does what?
Keeps the cab from just--
Do something!
Like what?
This shouldnīt be happening!
Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!
Weīre all going to die!
Ifyou survived Terror lncognita...
...please exit the elevator now.
From here on, it gets really scary!
All right, princess. Now, what were you babbling?
Congratulations. On a scale of 1 to 1 0 on the perversity meter, you just hit a 73.
Why donīt we go and celebrate at some nice, quiet little restaurant?
Houston, I think weīve got a problem.
Go stir your cauldron or something for a sec.
Oh, shit!
Weīre going to fall!
Oh, my God!
Problem where? Looked good to me.
Passenger six, he keeps losing his arm.
Disengage the flailing-limb mechanism. Make him into a screamer.
Here, dear, with a suggestion: Forget it.
Haunted Hill is exactly where weīre having my party this year.
Now, youīll find the guest list on your desk when you get back.
I got your guest list right here, princess. Shredded.
Iīm going to pull out all the stops.
Excuse me, the people from HRS Entertainment are getting antsy.
Tell them līm right there.
Okay! Hi! Stop the car! Get out, please!
Stop the car and get out.
Can you stop your car? Stop your car!
And get out of the car! Please, sir or maīam, whoeverīs in the car, get out!
Hi! Hello.
We must walk the rest of the way because the drivewayīs out. Letīs go.
Quickly.
Even quicker.
Did I say quicker? I think I did.
Iīm sorry. Hi, līm Watson Pritchett. I own the house.
So letīs move, if we could.
So is this dump really haunted?
Itīs pretty scary.
Letīs have a good time.
Hold up. I got one question.
Why is this Price dude inviting us to a birthday party?
I never even heard of him.
Neither had I until he rented the place. But now I must get you inside, okay?
This $1 million each, though....
Thatīs for real?
Good question. Donīt have a clue.
Ask Price.
Is there a reason why weīre not moving forward at all?
Let me get a light. Then we can all see, and no oneīll trip or anything.
Come on. Come on. Little piece of shit.
There. Thatīs better.
The lights are a nice touch, Pritchett. Subtle.
Thanks. Worked hard on it. Could we move?
Guess we know where the Prices are.
Okay, letīs go up further.
Goddamn, this place is scary, yo.
Whereīs the party?
Looks like weīre it.
Me and yīall three?
Letīs boogie.
Whereīs our host, the fabulous Mr. Price?
Fuck him. What in the name of Christ is that?
It must be more of Priceīs spook-house bogeyman bullshit.
Actually...
...thatīs always been there. Back when this was an asylum...
...Dr. Vannacutt found it inspirational.
Itīs from the Middle Ages or something.
Driving Demons from the Mind.
Kind of scared me as a kid.
But...
...doesnīt really scare me that much now.
Itīs touching.
-Are you going to come in? -No, līm good.
Mr. Price? Mrs. Price?
Any...
...Price person?
I donīt think anybodyīs here.
So maybe it was ghosts.
I knew this whole place would be pure gold.
If I can just get something bizarre enough on tape...
...l think I can parlay it into getting myself some sort of a...
... Wackiest Home Videos gig.
You got your own TV show?
Had, sweetie. Past tense.
Currently looking for the right angle to either earn or fuck my way back in.
Looks like someoneīs trailer park is showing.
I wouldnīt worry. Iīm sure by the end of the night...
...weīll be hacked into pieces by something or...
...somebody.
Who the fuck are all of you?
Oh, shit.
I thought you were dead.
Not even fucking close.
Get off of me, you pervert.
Congratulations.
I donīt think Evelynīs said those words to anything with testicles.
Ever.
Very funny, Steven.
Have you?
I think youīre taking this awfully well for a woman who was just nearly killed.
Well, I guess youīll just have to try harder next time.
That is, if you can get it up.
Not me, tulip.
The house.
I think itīs marked you to be the first to die this evening.
Isnīt that how the story goes, Mr. Pritchett?
You could say that. Sure.
Isnīt that how both your father and grandfather met their demise?
Well, my grandfather did build the place...
...but he actually died in his sleep in Miami.
My father was killed here.
But that was during a construction accident while he was restoring interiors.
But līm fine and...
...līm still alive, and I feel good...
...and līd love to get paid now.
And on that mercenary note, let the games begin.
Call me clairvoyant, but havenīt they already?
Finding that out is just one of tonightīs many amusements.
Sure is a funky old house, ainīt it?
Letīs have a word, sugarpuss.
I think we ought to have several.
Thisīll take a moment. Youīll find food and booze in the main salon.
Knock yourselves out.
I gave you a guest list two pages long. Where the hell are they?
Shredded. Sorry. Decided to whip up one of my own.
A group so hungry for money theyīd be willing to do anything.
I thought youīd be more comfortable with your peers.
How stupid of me not to expect something this twisted from you.
ī"Congratu-fucking-lations.ī" Round one...
...you win.
Not quite. See, those people down there...
...theyīre not the ones I invited.
-Then who are they? -You tell me.
I donīt know how you managed to hack into my computer, but...
...bravo!
Come on. You think līd invite that bunch of social rejects?
Sure know it wasnīt me, and if it wasnīt you...
...then who the hell did? Ghosts?
Ooh, spooky.
If you really loved me, youīd find a way to drop dead in the next three seconds.
Finding ways for me to die is really your deal, isnīt it, Evelyn?
Letīs not forget the O.J. knife with the not quite retractable blade.
Your ī"Jim Jones Kool Aidī" that was exactly that.
Accidents. All accidents until proven otherwise.
Iīd be so happy if that were really true, Evelyn.
And positively goddamned delirious...
...if you werenīt fucking every living thing in our area code.
Which part of that fantasy turns you on the most?
Me with other men, or just the other men?
Everything you do gets me hot, just not in the sexual sense.
Youīre hurting me.
I know.
Well, thereīs the simple country gal I married.
Letīs go down and greet your guests. Show them the real you.
Corny as Kansas on the Fourth of July.
My guests were shredded. Itīs your sick little scene now.
Enjoy.
Iīm going to run scalding water on the place you just touched me...
...and then līm calling a cab.
Mr. Price?
I think līve done a great job of getting your guests here...
...and I think I deserve my money now!
Right here, Mr. Pritchett.
As well as five other bona fide bank drafts for $1 million each.
Made out to cash.
Thatīs what līm talking about. And we get paid this money when, sir?
The second the sun hits tomorrow morning assuming youīve stayed the entire night.
And youīre still alive, of course.
What are you talking about?
Sorry. Detail I guess I forgot to mention.
You die, you lose.
Your check gets divvied up by those still amongst the living.
But look at the bright side. If thereīs only one of you still upright at dawn...
...you leave here with $5 million in your pocket.
This is crazy.
Yes. But hey....
Anybody whoīs not comfortable with the rules, youīre free to walk.
Seven digits poorer, goes without saying.
Iīm ready. Iīll walk. Now.
All right, Mr. Pritchett, just let me sign the damn thing.
Just for the record, what are the rest of your names?
Donald W. Blackburn, MD.
Melissa Margaret Marr. Celebrity.
Eddie Baker. Pro...
...former pro baseball player.
And you, young lady?
Jennifer Jenzen, Executive VP, Lathrup lnternational Pictures.
Very good.
Well, I think I can say with complete honesty...
...līve never heard of any of you.
Great, then why are we here?
How did you make the guest list? Throw darts at a phone book?
Iīm sure the unexplainable will explain herself before too long.
Jesus Christ.
Thatīs it! Sorry to interrupt here. Goddamn it!
You give me my goddamn check, right now!
Because I want it! So you give it!
Now!
Iīm serious!
Iīm sorry, Pritchett.
Here you go.
Youīre going to miss the bash of a lifetime.
My loss.
Even if I give you a million?
I wouldnīt know what to do with it all. Thank you.
I think I got to go now.
Interesting.
Fuck!
Now thatīs ī"enter-fucking-tainmentī" !
This ainīt moving, man.
Is this your idea of a joke?
Pritchettīs not laughing.
Open! Open!
Open, you stupid, asshole bitch!
Whatīs going on?
Doctor.
-What happened here? -Lockdown.
What is that?
Itīs a machine from the old asylum. It seals everything shut.
Itīs how they burned to death in ī31 . Dr. Vannacutt threw the switch.
If he was going to die, theyīre all going to die.
Well, no wonder theyīre still pissed off.
Letīs go to the other room and līll take care of your hands.
The only ones that survived were five of the sadists on Vannacuttīs staff.
Why hasnīt that machine been disabled?
It was on my dadīs to-do list, but the house did him first.
You said that was an accident.
I lied. The house is alive. Weīre all going to die.
Why doesnīt one of us call out for help?
There arenīt any working phones in the house.
Iīve got my cell phone.
That wonīt do any good.
Itīs the metal plates.
Itīs not the plates.
Itīs the house! Why is no one listening to me?
Did you just turn deaf all of a sudden?
Itīs alive! Weīre not going anywhere! Thatīs it!
So weīre stuck here forever?
No, a cleaning crewīs supposed to come at 9:30 in the morning-- Jesus!
So weīll just stay here till morning.
Yes, līm sure weīll be mutilated beyond recognition by then.
Why do I feel this is a sick joke to scare us out of our wits and a lot of money?
You got that right.
Take a bow, you sick fuck.
Youīve outdone yourself tonight.
Scared the shit out of even me.
Youīve had your fun. Open this place up.
Asking the wrong guy. Wasnīt me who closed it.
Sure it wasnīt. Anybody else here make a living with thrills and chills for the kids?
Donīt all raise your hands at once.
Youīre that Steven Price? As in Price Amusement Parks?
Bravo.
This lockdown thing, thereīs got to be a main control room in this place, right?
In the basement, but you wonīt want to go down there.
No, you donīt want to go down there.
We will both go down there and try to put a reverse on this thing.
Youīre not going to want to go down there. Itīs a maze.
Then that leaves you with two options.
Either show me where and maybe we get out of here...
...or itīs spend the night, sleep tight.
Fine.
A word of advice, kitten.
God knows what kind of freak-outs Stevenīs got set to spring in here.
If I were you, līd bring something to protect myself with.
Baby, donīt you think nowīs the time to break out your party favors?
What are you talking about?
Same exact setup you used back in ī94 for the Son of Sam hunt.
Hilarious. Firearms this time.
Jesus Christ.
The clipīs been welded shut.
On all of them, probably.
So howīs a girl to know if these things are loaded, puff?
Only one way I can think of.
No.
I think līll let the virgin have first crack.
-I donīt want a goddamn gun! -Iīll take it. Shit.
-Letīs just go. -Iīll meet you all down there.
And where are we off to, Mr. Price?
Checking the wiring on the animatronic mummies?
Just taking a leak if itīs okay with you.
-Careful. -I got to say...
...coming down hereīs a really good idea.
I know līm having a great time.
Yes, well, youīre not helping matters much.
Smells fantastic.
Ainīt you handy to have around.
I love how nothing works.
Let me get you some light.
These things.
I knew I should have kept my ass at home.
-Damn. -Youīre pretty handy yourself.
Take us where this thingīs at.
-Come on, man. -All right. Thank you. Got it.
Hey, Schecter!
Give me a few seconds notice before you pull a stunt like that.
The lockdown thing?
-Impressive! Scared all the right people-- -It wasnīt me.
What do you mean?
I was just sitting here and it happened. I had nothing to do with it.
Then who did?
No idea. Maybe it was just the thingīs time to finally fall apart.
Somehow, I donīt know how...
...she did it.
You should really open up this place to the public, Pritchett.
A spa for people without enough stress in their lives.
Thatīs funny. Sharp.
Iīm the one who didnīt want to come down here, remember?
There havenīt been any changes to this part of the house...
...since, I donīt know, 1931 .
Is that a fact, Mr. Pritchett?
Sorry.
Thatīs a good way to get your head blown off.
Iīll recommend it to Evelyn.
Whatīs in there?
Someone went to a lot of trouble trying to seal that up.
I donīt know. Iīve never been in there.
But itīs not the way out.
Letīs go down here and take a right.
This is electroshock therapy.
Thereīs several of these rooms hooked together.
Dr. Vannacutt liked to zap his patients in multiples of 1 8.
More energy efficient, I guess.
Isnīt that pleasant.
How about we go?
Great.
Oh, shit.
Guess we should have made a left.
What is this?
This is the saturation chamber.
Whatīs a saturation chamber?
Itīs Vannacuttīs treatment for schizophrenia.
What would drive a sane man mad would drive a mad man sane.
Something like that. I donīt know. Whatever.
Itīs supposed to bombard them with images and weird noises...
...and scare them back to normal.
Lot of fun.
Did it work?
I donīt know.
Did it work?
Oh, fuck.
Guys?
I do not want to be lost down here.
This is not cool.
Let me try something.
Can you get me up?
Here, watch out.
Hey, pal...
...that wasnīt code for....
For what?
Could you just shine the light here?
Absolutely.
All right.
What are you looking for?
This whole place canīt be wired to just one circuit.
Careful.
Better than nothing.
Not bad.
Down, big guy.
Thanks.
That was the most fun līve had all day.
You need to get out more.
So who are you...
...really?
What? You mean like deep down inside?
We can start with the name you were given at birth, take it from there.
I told you already. Jennifer Jenzen, Executive VP--
Youīre lying. And I donīt think so.
Why not?
Iīve never met an executive who could tie their shoes...
...much less rewire an entire building.
-Well, thereīs always exceptions. -No.
Whatīs the truth?
The truth is, if we keep taking rights, weīll end up where we started.
Weīll be out of here in a while and go our separate ways a $1 million richer.
So what does it matter who I am or who līm not?
Okay, so letīs say, hypothetically, līm not exactly who I said I was.
So youīre right, youīre a genius.
I donīt know anyone that couldīve seen through me like that.
Look...
...my real name is Sara, and līm an assistant.
Was, anyway, to the real Jennifer bitch that was invited here.
And now you know. And līm begging that you donīt tell anyone...
...because līm out of a job and could use even a tenth of that money.
You know, if this is your idea of funny, think again.
In fact, youīre really starting to piss me off.
Eddie, wait!
For a second I actually thought that you were a decent guy.
What is your problem?
Okay, you win.
Youīve successfully creeped me out.
What are you doing?
Come on!
Take my hand!
What the hell are you doing?
Well, lookie. Looks like the games have begun.
-Whereīs Price? -What happened to you?
Are you all right?
No, I am so fucking far from all right itīs not even funny.
Someone or something just tried to drown me in a tank of blood.
Let me give you a hint.
His initials are S.P.
All right. S.P.
As in ī"sorry, petunia.ī"
I was with Pritchett, looking for the master control.
It doesnīt seem to exist.
Look at this.
What is this?
That? What just happened to you there? Thatīs nothing.
Waitīll somebody lets out the darkness in this place.
Thatīs a whole new bunch of crazy shit. Youīll hate that shit.
What is this darkness?
It! The thing! The evil!
The thing thatīs the rotten core at the bottom of this place!
The thing thatīs going to kill us all! Death by corrosion. That thing!
-Are you under the care of a physician? -No, līm not.
Well...
...either we spend the night and collect our money...
...or we try to find a way out of here.
Either way, I think we should all stick together.
But maybe thatīs not going to fit in with your plans, baby.
You know me. The more, the merrier.
I guess somebody better go find the old game-show hostess.
Where is she?
This is great.
I guess Melissa found what she was looking for.
Jesus. Sheīs dead.
She was cute too.
God, līd love to get laid before I died.
How you doing tonight?
Yes, līm all right.
Is she all right?
I donīt know.
What the hell is this?
It seems to just stop here.
Shit, sheīs got to be somewhere...
...because she couldnīt have just disappeared into thin air.
Not air.
Into the house.
Thereīs got to be a way out of this house.
Some way.
What?
Iīm talking to you!
-What is your deal? That wasnīt nice. -Easy! Easy!
If everyoneīs going to scream at each other, do it in another room, please.
Watch it!
Iīm about to figure out exactly what, or who, Melissa was taping.
Then where will we be?
Out of scotch, thanks to you, ass!
I think I got something.
Bravo.
I know itīs not good manners to ask the magician how he did it...
...but inquiring minds are desperate to know.
Just what did really happen to little Miss Marr?
Asking the wrong person.
I mean, did she stage it all for you and then go hide?
Or did you just flat out kill the little bitch?
I pose you the same question.
Whoīs next on your list?
If I had one, Evelyn, whom do you think?
For God sakes, we all know that knocking me off is the bottom line here.
You know līm not going to make it easy for you.
You think thatīs going to do the trick, do you, tulip?
I would never give you a loaded gun.
Jesus!
Funky old house, ainīt it?
Friends, your hostess is now going to retire for whatīs left of the night.
If you need me, līll be upstairs in the bedroom.
And if anyone so much as peeks in the keyhole...
...līm going to empty this thing into their fucking head.
Come on.
I loaded them with blanks.
And even if I were going to murder my wife...
...l donīt think līd do it in a locked house with quite so many witnesses.
Take this.
What good is a million dollars if youīre dead?
Letīs find a way to get out of here.
Iīm going to try to find Ms. Marr.
Iīm going to go find me something to drink.
How is she pulling this off?
Ms. Marr?
You son of a bitch, I know youīre here.
What is happening?
Electroshock!
Oh, Jesus.
God, no!
Donīt touch her!
Well, turn it off!
For Godīs sake, somebody do something!
Somebody turn the damn thing off!
Somebody! Do something!
Turn it off!
Thereīs got to be a switch or something!
Iīm sorry.
Sheīs not dead. We must get her heart pumping again.
Itīs too late.
Baby, līm so sorry.
I swear to God, itīs this house.
Fuck the house!
It wasnīt the house!
It wasnīt goddamn ghosts!
This is, plain and simple, good old-fashioned homicide.
Was it too complicated for you? Let me spell it out for you then, kids.
A: Evelyn sure as hell didnīt kill herself.
B: I know I didnīt do it. Which just leaves us with C.
One of you motherfuckers murdered my wife!
Youīre talking crazy, Price.
Whoīll tell me about the strange guy with the mustache and the lab coat...
...who līve been chasing all over this goddamn house?
Vannacutt.
Jesus.
Some little shit...
...working for one of you, hoping to pocket several million bucks.
Now I want some answers.
Put that away.
Put the gun down, Mr. Price.
Back up, honey.
Thereīs a one in four chance itīs you.
Put the gun down!
Letīs see who blinks first.
What do we do with him?
Open this fucking door!
-You sure this thing will hold him? -It wonīt be a problem.
Come on.
You going to make sure he doesnīt get out?
Iīll stay and keep an eye on him.
Youīll be okay by yourself?
I hope.
I have to tell you, līm just a little bit uncomfortable with this.
Iīm sure you are.
Open the goddamn door!
What?
Open the goddamn door!
I canīt! līm sorry, I canīt.
Whatīs this?
This!
Anything?
Open this fucking door!
How about this?
Better?
Great party!
I got to go!
Blackburn!
Wrong way. I think we should have taken a right back there.
Back where?
Damn it. Good point.
Letīs just try down here.
Yo, Sara, look.
Vannacuttīs office.
Youīve been sick, Mr. Price.
And what do you think, Dr. Vannacutt?
Look here.
What do you got?
Class of 1931 .
Thatīs a cheery-looking bunch.
Better living through electricity.
I think--
Oh, my God!
I know how the guest list was made.
Look at these names.
ī"Head nurse, Ruthe Ann Stockard.
ī"Electroshock, Adolphus Jenzen.
ī"Franklin Baker.
ī"Thomas Steven Price. Jasper Marr.ī"
-Theyīre all here! -Who? līm missing something.
Everyone that was invited...
...is related to one of the staff that was here when the place burnt.
There was five of us.
Five that didnīt die.
Booga-booga.
What are you saying?
Price didnīt make the list.
The house did.
Because sheīs a vengeful, stupid whore!
Howīs the house going to send out invitations?
Thereīs a lot of energy in here.
It likes to travel through light beams...
...sound waves...
...electricity, whatever.
A phone line?
Sure, now that weīre in The Twilight Zone.
Into an on-line computer? Through the lnternet?
No, stop. Wait. This is crazy.
You donīt...
...get it, do you?
This house is pissed.
It has no morals.
Because itīs a fucking house!
This is insane.
-Calm down. -All right, līm sorry about that.
Wait.
How come Blackburnīs nameīs not on here?
The late Mrs. Steven Price. Tragic.
Tortured.
Lovely.
And suddenly very cooperative Mrs. Price.
Cool.
What do you think youīre doing?
Easy. Easy. Lie back. Be still.
Last thing we need is for you to have a real heart attack.
Youīre the doctor, kid.
I guess that atropine crap worked.
Yes. Convinced all those that needed convincing.
You are officially one dead lady.
Trust me, līve been dead for years.
Speaking of which, whatīs Stevenīs status?
Well, heīs still alive...
...but itīs just a question of moments.
And then your miraculous resurrection.
No, Officer, līm very much alive.
Just a little joke to beat my husband at his own clever game.
Iīm sorry, maīam, your husbandīs dead.
What do you mean, heīs dead? Oh, no, itīs all my fault.
I may as well have killed him myself.
No, not at all. We have all these witnesses that saw....
Well, fill in the blank, whoever itīll be that shoots him.
I donīt know. Puff Eddie?
This could be a big surprise. I think the Jenzen girl. Sheīs got the right stuff.
Did you ever find out what happened to that little TV reporter?
No, we never found her.
So we donīt even know if the bitch is dead or alive.
Price mustīve killed her. Thereīs no other explanation.
Thereīs plenty! For all we know Stevenīs got her spying on us right now!
Bullshit.
God, this whole fucking thingīs falling apart.
Itīs not, baby, itīs not.
Somebodyīll pull the trigger.
But nobody has yet, Donald.
Theyīre not at the breaking point.
They must believe their lives are in danger!
They have your death at his hands. How much more do they need?
But they didnīt see it happen.
They still have their doubts. Theyīre confused.
What we need...
...is another body...
...and Stevenīs bloody hands right next to it.
How the hell are we going to do that?
This may sound a little crazy, but hear me out.
This is all I could find.
This here.
Well, itīs going to have to do.
Are you coming, or waiting for Blackburn?
Blackburnīs dead.
Excuse me?
He wouldīve been back by now.
Heīs dead.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
-Where is he? -Heīs got to still be down here.
-Heīs dead! Weīre all going to be dead! -Stop saying that!
Pritchett, shut the fuck up!
I just wanted to ask you a question.
-Price is behind this. -How? Heīs still locked up.
Letīs go see.
Itīs Blackburn.
Oh, my God.
Shit!
You murderer.
Melissa?
Itīs Sara.
Help me.
-Somebody ! -Iīll help you.
Just keep talking.
Itīs okay.
I woke up on the floor.
Blackburn....
Stay the fuck back!
I donīt know what happened!
I do.
Please, tell me. Help me.
I donīt think so!
You got to help me.
Not even for $1 million, Mr. Price.
Help me.
Oh, shit!
Grab her gun.
Damn, she emptied it. I got this.
I got this, baby girl. Let go.
There we go.
Iīll put this right here.
Okay? Look, itīs cool.
Itīs me. Okay, itīs me.
Look.
Poor Mr. Price.
Fuck Mr. Price.
Come on, baby girl. I got you.
-Come on, itīs cool. -Letīs get the hell out of here.
I got you.
Okay, donīt look. Keep going. Up we go.
Up we go, baby girl.
Almost there. You just get upstairs.
All right, easy. Donīt look.
You poor clueless old geek.
All it wouldīve taken was a simple divorce...
...and ripping our prenup to teeny, itsy-bitsy little pieces.
But no matter how it ended...
...please just know one thing:
From the first moment I set eyes on you...
...l have always, always loved...
...your money.
On the other hand, just the sight of you has always made me want to puke.
Is that a fact, princess?
Maybe you could have saved us all a great deal of time...
...not to mention money, if you just let me in on it years ago.
Help!
You must be kidding!
Iīm Steven goddamn Price!
Every place youīve gone, every person youīve seen...
...every word you and Blackburn ever said to each other, bugged...
...taped, seen and heard by me as it happened!
-Sweetie? -Anything, angel!
Just speak it!
What are you going to do?
Just what you wanted everyone here to believe in the first place!
Iīm going to murder you, Evelyn, with the greatest of pleasure!
Witnesses.
They know youīre already dead, Evelyn!
Happy birthday, baby!
Get up.
Are you doing this?
No.
Get up!
Now!
Oh, Ms. Marr.
Steven, I want you.
Iīve always wanted you.
We all do.
Theyīre all here.
Everyone whoīs died.
Everyone whoīs responsible.
Itīs your turn.
One, two, three.
Open the door!
-Somebody open the door! -Oh, my God.
Itīs Price.
Open the goddamn door!
Price is dead.
Open the goddamn door!
Go!
Run!
Come on!
What was that?
It canīt be! Youīre dead!
Pritchett was right. The house is alive.
Thereīs got to be something. Pulleys or something.
The attic!
Come on!
Letīs get to the attic!
Hurry!
Come on!
Terrific!
Fuck!
So much for a Ph.D. in engineering.
I found a way out!
Where?
Up here!
Hurry! There is something of a time issue here.
Come on!
Where are you going?
You have to stay for my show.
Oh, God!
Thereīs light! Stay here, līm going to go and see if we can get out this way.
Oh, shit.
Go!
Help me, Eddie!
The doctor is in.
No one gets out of here alive.
Not me. Not you.
Next patient.
Ah, Mr. Baker.
Itīs time to take your rightful place with the others.
I had nothing to do with this!
I was adopted!
Oh, God.
What is this?
What is it?
Oh, my God.
That was one kick-ass party.
Okay, one more thing: how do we get down from here?