October 11th, 1931, Los Angeles.
A conflagration of biblical proportions
incinerates nearly everything
and everyone inside
what was once the City of Angels' most celebrated medical facility,
The Vannacutt Institute for the Criminally Insane.
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.
Dr. 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 this 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.
- I am Peter Graves. - No shit.
We will be back with more "Terrifying But True"...
No need, baby.
You just gave me everything I needed.
Price.
Evelyn, how nice.
Yeah, that's fucking fascinating, but I have got to get back to you.
They're trying to shoot me here.
What is it, Mr. Price? Business or pleasure?
Neither. My wife.
We were talking about your roller coaster that is
quote "unlike any that has ever come before it".
Absolutely. No cheap thriIIs.
A genuine journey to the brink of madness.
I am sorry, but it just looks like a generic roller coaster to me.
Ever seen one that starts at the top?
Twenty stories worth of top?
Sources have told this reporter
that the real reason your park's opening has been delayed was
a near-fatal accident on one of the rides here.
I wouldn't be opening this place tomorrow if every single thing,
even the beheaded Beanie Babies, hadn't tested 100 percent safe.
What the hell is that?
Growing pains.
New steel's got to bend and stretch a bit before settling in.
Don't worry. In the 15 year history of
Price Amusements, we have yet to lose a single customer.
I have designed and buiIt six of these places. Take my word for it,
everything's fine.
Well, God forbid, if something unexpected should happen,
there's always the safety cable.
That does what?
It keeps the cab from just...
- Do something. - Like what?
This isn't supposed to be...
Oh, Jesus.
Oh, God.
We're all going to die.
You survived
"Terror Incognito."
Please exit the elevator now.
From here on, it gets really scary.
All right, Princess, now what were you babbling?
Congratulations. Out of ten on the perversity meter, you hit 73.
Why don't we go and celebrate at some quiet little restaurant?
Houston, I think we have got a problem.
Evelyn, go stir your cauldron or something for a sec.
Oh, shit.
We're going to fall.
Oh, my God.
Problem, where? Looked good to me.
Passenger 6, he keeps losing his arm.
So disengage the flaming-limb mechanism. Make him a screamer.
Okay.
Steven.
Here, dear, with a suggestion. Forget it.
Haunted HiII is exactly where we're having my party this year.
Now, you will find the guest list on your desk when you get back.
I got your guest list right here, Princess.
Shredded.
I am going to pull out all the stops.
Excuse me. The people from HRS Entertainment are getting ansy.
Tell them I am right there.
Hi. Stop the car. Get out, please.
Stop the car and get out.
Can you stop your car? Stop your car.
Get out of the car. Please, sir or ma'am.
Whoever's in the car, get out.
Hi. Hello.
We will have to walk the rest of the way. The driveway's out.
Quickly.
Even quicker.
Did I say quicker? I think I did.
I am Pritchett, Watson Pritchett. I own the house.
Okay, so let's move, if we could.
So, is this dump really haunted?
It's pretty scary.
Let's have a good time.
Hold up. I got one question.
What's up with this? Why is this Price dude inviting us to a party?
I never even heard of him before.
Neither have I. But right now I have to get you inside, okay?
This miIlion bucks each, though.
That's for real?
Good question. I don't have a clue.
You might want to ask Price that.
Is there a reason why we're not moving forward at all?
Let me get a light here, a flashlight.
That way we can see what's going on and nobody will trip.
Come on, come on. Little piece of shit.
There. That's 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, let's go up further.
Goddamn, this place is scary.
Where's the party?
Looks like we're it.
Me and you all three?
Let's boogie.
Where's our host? The fabulous Mr. Price?
Fuck him. What in the name of Christ is that?
It must be more of Price's spook-house bogeyman bullshit.
Actually,
that's always been there. Back when this place was an asylum.
The guy running the place, Dr. Vannacutt, found it inspirational.
It's from the Middle Ages or something.
"Driving Demons from the Mind."
Kind of scared me as a kid.
But
doesn't really scare me that much now, though.
It's touching.
- Are you going to come in? - No, I am good.
Mr. Price. Mrs. Price.
Any
Price person?
I don't think anybody's here, man.
So maybe it was ghosts.
I knew this whole place would be pure gold.
If I can just get something bizarre enough on tape,
I think I can parlay it into getting myself some sort of
a "Wackiest Home Videos" gig.
What, you got your own TV show?
Had, sweetie. Past tense.
Currently looking for an angle to earn or fuck my way back in.
Looks like someone's trailer park is showing.
I wouldn't worry. I am sure by the end of the night,
we will be hacked up into little 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 don't think Evelyn's said those words to anything with testicles.
Ever.
Very funny, Steven.
Have you?
You're taking this well for a woman who was just nearly kiIled.
Yeah? I guess you will just have to try harder... next time.
That is, if you can get it up.
Not me, tulip.
The house.
I think it's marked you to be the first to die
this evening.
Isn't that how the story goes, Mr. Pritchett?
You could say that. Sure.
Isn't that how your father and your grandfather met their demise?
Well, my... grandfather
did buiId the place, but he died in his sleep... in Miami.
My father did get kiIled here, but that was a construction accident
while he was... restoring the interiors.
But I am fine, and I am stiII alive, and...
I feel good, and I'd love to... get paid... now.
And on that mercenary note, dear friends, let the games begin.
Yeah, well, call me clairvoyant, but haven't they already?
Finding that out is just
one of tonight's many amusements.
Sure is a funky old house, isn't it?
Let's have a word, sugarpuss.
Oh, I think we ought to have several.
This will just take a moment.
You will find food and booze in the main salon.
Knock yourselves out.
I gave you a goddamn guest list two pages long. Where are they?
Shredded. Sorry. Decided to whip up one of my own.
A group so hungry for money they'd be wiIling to do anything.
I thought you'd be more comfortable with your peers.
How stupid of me not to expect something this twisted from you.
Well, congratu-fucking-lations. Round one...
you win.
Not quite. See, those people down there...
they're not the ones I invited.
- Yeah, then who are they? - You tell me.
I don't know how you managed to hack into my computer,
but bravo.
Oh, come on. You think I'd invite that bunch of social rejects?
It wasn't me, and if it wasn't you, who the hell did? Ghosts?
Oh, spooky.
If you really loved me, you'd drop dead in the next 3 seconds.
Finding ways for me to die is your deal, isn't it, Evelyn?
Let's not forget the knife with the not-quite retractable blade.
Your "Jim Jones Kool Aid" that was exactly that.
Accidents. All accidents untiI proven otherwise.
I'd be so happy if that were really true, Evelyn.
And positively goddamned delirious
if you weren't 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.
You're hurting me.
I know.
Well, there's the simple country gal I married.
Let's go back down and greet your guests. Show them the real you.
Corny as Kansas on the Fourth of July.
My guests were shredded. It's your sick little scene now.
Enjoy.
I am going to run scalding water on the place you just touched me,
and then I am calling a cab.
Mr. Price?
I think I have done a great job of getting your guests up here.
I think I deserve my money.
Right here, Mr. Pritchett.
As well as 5 other bona fide bank drafts for 1 miIlion dollars each.
Made out to cash.
That's what I am talking about. We get paid this money when, sir?
Tomorrow morning, assuming you have stayed the entire night.
And that you're stiII alive, of course.
What are you talking about?
Sorry. DetaiI I guess I forgot to mention.
You die, you lose.
Your check gets divided up by those stiII amongst the living.
But look at the bright side. If there's only one upright at dawn,
you will be leaving here with 5 miIlion dollars in your pocket.
This is crazy.
Yeah.
But hey, anybody not comfortable with the rules is free to walk.
Seven digits poorer, goes without saying.
I am ready. I will 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, M.D.
Melissa Margaret Marr. Celebrity.
Eddie Baker, pro...
Former pro baseball player.
And you, young lady?
Jennifer Jenzen. Executive V.P., Lathrup International Pictures.
Very good.
Well, I think I can say with complete honesty,
I have never heard of any of you.
Great, then why are we here?
How did you make the guest list? Throw darts at a phonebook?
I am sure the unexplainable wiII explain herself before too long.
Jesus Christ.
All right, that's it.
Sorry to interrupt, but damn it. You give me my check right now.
Because I want it. So you give it.
Now.
I am serious.
I am sorry, Pritchett.
Here you go.
- You will miss the bash of all time. - My loss.
Even if I give you a miIlion as well?
I wouldn't know what to do with it all.
Thank you.
I think I have got to go now.
Interesting.
Fuck.
That's enter-fucking-tainment.
This ain't moving, man.
Is this your idea of a joke?
Pritchett's not laughing.
Open.
Open, you stupid asshole bitch.
What's going on?
Doctor.
- What happened here? - Lockdown.
What is that?
It's from the old asylum. It's how they burned to death in 31.
Dr. Vannacutt threw the switch.
If he was going to die, they're all going to die.
Well, no wonder they're stiII pissed off.
Let's get back to the other room and I will take care of your hands.
The only ones that survived were five sadists on Vannacutt's staff.
Why hasn't that machine been disabled?
It was on my dad's list of things to do, but the house did him first.
Wait, you said that was an accident.
I lied. The house is alive. We're all going to die.
Wait, why doesn't just one of us call out for help?
There aren't any working phones in the house.
I have got my cell phone.
That won't do any good.
It's the metal plates.
It's not the plates.
It's the house. Why is no one listening to me?
Did you just turn deaf all of a sudden?
It's alive. We're not going anywhere. That's it.
So what, we're stuck here forever?
No, a cleaning crew's supposed to come in at 9:30 in the morning.
Oh, so then we will just stay here tiII morning.
Yeah, I am sure we will be mutilated beyond recognition by then.
Is this some sick joke to scare us out of our wits and a lot of money?
You got that right.
Take a bow, you sick fuck.
You have outdone yourself tonight.
Scared the shit out of even me.
You have had your fun. Open this place up.
Asking the wrong guy. Wasn't me who closed it.
Sure it wasn't. Anybody else here make their living with thriIIs?
Don't all raise your hands at once.
You're that Steven Price? As in Price Amusement Parks?
Bravo.
This lockdown thing, there's a main control room, right?
In the basement, but you're not going to want to go down there.
No, you don't want to go down there.
We will both go down there and try to put a reverse on this thing.
You're not going to want to go down there. It's a maze.
That leaves you with two options.
Either you show me where and maybe we get out of here,
or it's "spend the night, sleep tight".
Fine.
A word of advice, kitten.
God knows what kind of freak-outs
Steven's got set to spring in this place.
If I were you, I'd bring something to protect myself with.
Baby, don't you think it's time to break out your party favors?
What are you talking about?
Same exact setup you used back in 94 for the Son of Sam Hunt.
Hilarious. Firearms this time.
Jesus Christ.
The clip's been welded shut.
On all of them, probably.
So how's a girl to know if these things are loaded, puff?
Only one way I can think of.
No, I think I will let the virgin have first crack.
- I don't want a goddamn gun. - I will take it. Shit.
- Let's just go. - I will meet you all down there.
Where we off to, Mr. Price.
Checking the wiring on the animatronic mummies?
Just taking a leak, if it's okay with you.
- Careful. - I have got to say,
coming down here's a really good idea.
- I know I am having a great time. - You're not helping matters much.
Smells fantastic.
Ain't you handy to have around.
I love how nothing works.
Let me get you some light.
Oh, yeah. These things.
I knew I should have kept my ass at home.
- Damn. - You're pretty handy yourself.
Take us where this thing's at.
- Come on, man. - All right. Thank you. Got it.
Hey, Schecter.
At least give me notice before you pull a stunt like that.
The lockdown thing?
- I mean, very impressive... - It wasn't me.
What do you mean?
I was just sitting here. I had nothing to do with it.
Then who did?
No idea. Maybe it was just the thing's time to fall apart.
Somehow, I don't know how...
She did it.
You should really open this place up to the public, Pritchett.
A spa for people without enough stress in their lives.
That's funny. Sharp.
Look, I am the one who didn't want to come down here, remember that?
There haven't been any changes to this part of the house
since... I don't know, 1931.
Is that a fact, Mr. Pritchett?
Sorry.
That's a good way to get your head blown off, man.
I will recommend it to Evelyn.
What's in there?
Someone sure went to a lot of trouble trying to seal that up.
I don't know. I have never been in there.
But it's not the way out.
Let's go down here and take a right.
This is... electroshock therapy.
There's several of these rooms hooked together.
Dr. Vannacutt liked to zap his patients in multiples of 18.
More energy-efficient, I guess.
Isn't that pleasant?
How about we go?
Great.
Oh, shit.
Guess we should have made a left.
What is this?
This is the Saturation Chamber.
What's a saturation chamber?
It's Vannacutt's treatment for schizophrenia.
"What would drive a sane man mad would drive a madman sane".
Something like that. I don't know. Whatever.
It's supposed to bombard them with images and weird noises
and scare them back to normal.
Lot of fun.
Did it work?
I don't know.
Did it work?
Oh, fuck.
Guys?
Pritchett?
I do not want to be lost down here.
Price.
Pritchett.
This is not cool.
Let me try something.
Can you get me up?
Here, watch out.
Hey, pal.
That wasn't a code for...
For what?
Could you just shine the light here?
Absolutely.
All right.
What are you looking for up there? What are you doing?
This whole place can't be wired to just one circuit.
Careful.
Better than nothing.
Not bad.
Down, big guy.
Thanks.
That was the most fun I have had all day.
You need to get out more.
So who are you,
really?
What? You mean like, deep down inside?
Well, we can start with the name you were given at birth...
I told you already. Jennifer Jenzen, Executive V. P...
You're lying, all right.
Why not?
I have never met an executive who could tie their shoes,
much less rewire an entire buiIding.
- There's always exceptions. - No.
Come on, what's the truth?
If we keep taking rights, we will end up where we started.
Look, we will be out of here in a while and go our separate ways.
So what does it matter who I am or who I am not?
Okay, let's say, hypothetically, I am not exactly who I said I was.
Okay, so you're right. You're a genius.
I don't know anyone that could have seen through me like that.
All right, look.
My real name is Sara, and I am an assistant.
Was, anyway...
to the real Jennifer bitch that was invited here.
And now you know. And I am begging that you don't tell anyone,
because I am out of a job and could use that money.
Eddie?
You know, if this is your idea of funny, think again.
In fact, you're really starting to piss me off.
Eddie.
Eddie, wait.
Eddie.
You know, for a second I actually thought you were a decent guy.
What is your problem?
Eddie?
Okay, you win.
You have successfully creeped me out.
Eddie?
What are you doing?
Come on.
Take my hand.
What the hell are you doing?
Well, lookie. Looks like the games have begun.
- Where is he? Where's Price? - What happened to you?
Are you all right?
No, I am so fucking far from all right, it's 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, "sorry, petunia",
because I was with Pritchett looking for the master control.
It doesn't seem to exist.
Look at this.
What is this?
That? What just happened to you there? That's nothing.
Wait tiII somebody lets out the darkness in this place.
That's a whole new bunch of crazy shit. You will hate that shit.
What is this "darkness"?
The thing. The eviI.
The thing that's the rotten core at the bottom of this place.
The thing that's going to kiII us all. Death by corrosion.
- Are you seeing a physician? - No.
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 that's 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?
Oh, this is great.
I guess old Melissa found what she was looking for.
Jesus. She's dead.
She was cute, too.
God, I'd love to get laid before I died.
How are you doing tonight?
Yeah, I am all right.
Is she all right?
I don't know.
What the hell is this?
It seems to just stop here.
Shit, she's got to be somewhere.
Because she couldn't have just disappeared into thin air.
No. Not air.
Into the house.
There's got to be a way out of this house.
Some way. Pritchett.
What?
I am talking to you.
- What is your deal? - Easy. Easy.
If everybody's going to scream, could you do it in another room?
Watch it.
I am about to figure out exactly what, or who, Melissa was taping.
What? Then where wiII we be?
Out of scotch, thanks to you, ass.
Hey. I think I got something.
Bravo.
I know it's not good manners to ask the magician how he did it,
but enquiring 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 kiII the bitch?
I pose you the same question.
Who's next on your list?
If I had one, Evelyn, whom do you think?
For God's sake, we all know that knocking me off is the bottom line.
You know I am not going to make it easy for you.
You think that's going to do the trick, do you, tulip?
I would never give you a loaded gun.
Jesus.
Funky old house, ain't it?
Friends, your hostess is going to retire for the rest of the night.
If you need me, I will be upstairs in the bedroom.
And if anyone so much as peeks in the keyhole,
I am going to empty this thing into their fucking head.
Come on.
I loaded them with blanks.
And even if I were going to, you know, murder my wife,
I wouldn't do it in a locked house with so many witnesses.
Take this.
What good is a miIlion dollars if you're dead?
Okay,
let's find a way to get out of here.
I am going to try to find Miss Marr.
I am going to go find me something to drink.
How is she pulling this off?
Miss Marr?
You son of a bitch, I know you're here.
What's happening?
Electroshock.
Oh, my God.
God, no.
Don't touch her.
Well, turn it off.
For God's sake, somebody do something.
Somebody turn that damn thing off.
Pritchett. Somebody. Do something.
Turn it off.
There's got to be a switch or something.
I am sorry.
She's not dead. We have just got to get her heart pumping again.
It's too late.
Oh, baby. I am so sorry.
I swear to God, it's this house.
Fuck the house.
It wasn't the house.
It wasn't goddamn ghosts.
This is plain and simple, good old-fashioned homicide.
Was it too complicated for you? Let me spell it out for you.
A: Evelyn sure as hell didn't kiII herself.
B: I know I didn't do it. Which just leaves us with C:
One of you motherfuckers murdered my wife.
You're talking crazy, Price.
Who will tell me about the strange guy with the mustache and labcoat
who I have been chasing all over this goddamn house?
Vannacutt.
Jesus.
Some little shit
working for one of you in hopes of pocketing several miIlion bucks.
Now, I want some answers.
Put that away.
Put the gun down, Mr. Price.
Back up, honey.
There's a one in four chance it's you.
Put the gun down.
Let's see who blinks first.
What do we do with him?
Open this fucking door.
- You sure this thing will hold him? - I don't think it will be a problem.
Come on.
So you going to stay, make sure he doesn't get out?
I will stay and keep an eye on him.
You going to be okay by yourself?
I hope.
I have to tell you, I am just a bit uncomfortable with this.
I am sure you are.
Open the goddamn door.
What?
Open the goddamn door.
Oh, I can't. I am sorry, I can't.
What's this?
This.
Anything?
Open this fucking door.
How about this?
Better?
Great party.
I have got to go.
Blackburn.
Wrong way. I think we should have taken a right back there.
Back where?
Damn it. Good point.
Let's just try down here.
Yo, Sara. Look.
Vannacutt's office.
You have been sick, Price.
And what do you think, Dr. Vannacutt?
Lookie here.
What do you got?
Class of 1931.
That's a cheery-Iooking bunch.
Better living through electricity.
I think...
Oh, my God.
I know how the guest list was made.
Look at these names.
"Head Nurse, Ruthe Ann Stockard.
Electroshock, Adolphus Jenzen.
Franklin Baker.
Thomas Steven Price. Jasper Marr."
- They're all here. - Who's here? I am missing it.
Everyone that was invited
is related to one of the staff here when the place burned.
There were five of us.
Five that didn't die.
What are you saying?
Price didn't make the list.
The house did.
Because she's a vengeful, stupid whore.
How's the house going to send out invitations?
There's a lot of energy in here.
It likes to travel through light beams
and sound waves,
electricity, whatever.
A phone line?
Sure, now that we're in "The Twilight Zone".
Into an on-line computer? Through the Internet?
No, no, stop. This is crazy.
You don't...
get it, do you?
This house is pissed.
It has no morals.
Because it's a fucking house.
This is insane.
- Calm down. - All right, I am sorry.
Wait, wait, wait.
How come Blackburn's name's not on here?
The late Mrs. Steven Price. Tragic.
Tortured.
Lovely.
And suddenly very cooperative Mrs. Price.
Cool.
What do you think you're doing, Mister?
Easy, easy. Lie back. Be stiII.
Last thing we need is for you to have a real heartattack.
You're the doctor, kid.
I guess that atropine crap worked.
Yes. Convinced all those that needed convincing.
You're officially one dead lady.
Trust me, I have been dead for years.
Speaking of which, what's Steven's status?
Well, he's stiII alive,
but it's just a question of moments.
And then, your miraculous ressurrection.
"No, officer, I am very much alive.
Just a little joke to beat my husband at his own clever game."
"Well, I am sorry, ma'am, your husband's dead."
"What do you mean, he's dead? Oh, no, it's all my fault.
I may as well have kiIled him myself."
"No, not at all. We have all these witnesses that saw..."
Well, fiII in the blank. Whoever it's going to be that shoots him.
I don't know. Puff Eddie?
I think the Jenzen girl. She's got the right stuff.
Did you find out what happened to that little TV reporter?
No, we never found her.
So we don't even know if the little bitch is dead or alive.
But I think Price must have kiIled her. There's no other explanation.
For all we know, Steven's got her spying on us right now.
Bullshit.
Oh, God. This whole fucking thing's falling apart.
It's not, baby, it's not.
Somebody's going to pull the trigger.
But nobody has yet, Donald.
They're not at the breaking point.
The bozos have to believe that their lives are in danger.
They have your death at his hands. How much more do they need?
But they didn't see it happen.
They stiII have their doubts. They're confused.
What we need
is another body.
And Steven's 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, it's going to have to do.
Are you coming, or are you waiting for Blackburn?
Blackburn's dead.
Excuse me?
He would have been back by now.
He's dead.
Blackburn.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
- Where is he? - He's got to stiII be down here.
- He's dead. We will all be dead. - WiII you stop saying that?
Pritchett, shut the fuck up.
I just wanted to ask you a question.
- Price is behind this. - How could he be? He's locked up.
Let's go see.
It's Blackburn.
Oh, my God.
Shit.
Price.
You murderer.
Melissa?
It's Sara.
Help me.
- Somebody help me. - I will help you.
Just keep talking.
It's okay.
I woke up on the floor.
Blackburn...
Stay the fuck back.
I don't know what happened.
I do.
Please, tell me. Help me.
I don't think so.
You have got to help me.
Not even for a miIlion bucks, Mr. Price.
Help me.
Oh, shit.
Grab her gun.
Damn, she emptied it. I got this.
I got this, baby. Give. Let go.
There we go.
I am going to put this right here.
Look, it's cool.
It's me, okay? It's me.
Look.
Poor Mr. Price.
Fuck Mr. Price.
Come on, baby girl. I got you.
- Come on, it's cool. - Let's get the hell out of here.
I got you.
Okay, don't look. Don't look. Keep going. Up we go.
Up we go, baby girl. Okay.
Almost there, you just get upstairs.
All right, easy. Don't look.
Oh, Steven. You poor, clueless old geek.
All it would have taken is 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,
I have always, always loved...
your money.
On the other hand, the sight of you always made me want to puke.
Is that a fact, Princess?
Well, 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.
I am Steven-goddamn-Price.
Every place you have gone, every person you have 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 to believe in the first place.
I am going to murder you, Evelyn, with the greatest of pleasure.
Witnesses.
You're already dead, Evelyn.
Happy birthday, baby.
Evelyn?
Evelyn.
Get up.
Steven, are you doing this?
No.
Get up.
Now.
Oh, Miss Marr.
Steven, I want you.
I have always wanted you.
We all do.
They're all here.
Everyone who's died.
Everyone who's responsible.
It's your turn.
Open the door.
- Somebody open the door. - Oh, my God.
It's Price.
Open the goddamn door.
Price is dead.
Open the goddamn door.
Go.
Run.
Come on.
What was that?
It can't be. You're dead.
Pritchett was right. The house is alive.
There's got to be something. Pulleys or something.
The attic.
Come on.
In the attic.
Hurry.
Come on.
Terrific.
Fuck.
So much for a Ph.D. in engineering.
I found a way out.
Where?
Up here.
Better hurry. There is something of a time issue here.
Sara.
Come on.
Where are you going?
Sara, you have to stay for my show.
Oh, God.
Come on.
There's a light. Stay here, I am going to go.
Let's see if we can get out this way.
Sara.
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.
It's time you take your rightful place with the others.
I had nothing to do with this.
I was adopted.
Oh, God.
What is this?
That was one kick-ass party.
Okay, one more thing. How do we get down from here?