(eerie music)
(dog barking)
(footsteps)
(knocking on door)
(door creaking open)
- Ms. Hooper?
Ms. Hooper I, I brought your groceries.
Hello?
Ms. Hooper?
I'm gonna leave the groceries, uh, right here.
I'll collect next week, okay?
(crashing from upstairs)
Hello? Mrs. Hooper?
(screams)
(bike speeds away)
- Our sister has gone to her rest in the peace of Christ.
The faith and hope in eternal life.
May the Lord now welcome her to the table of
God's children in Heaven.
May we have a moment of silent prayer.
- Elizabeth wasn't crazy, Roger.
A little senile maybe, but it just wasn't like her
to go and do something like that.
- Thank you, Mr. Jones. I appreciate that.
- Now my wife, she's crazy.
- That's your aunt. She was a good woman.
- Okay, everybody, backup a few steps, would you?
Give Mr. Cobb some room to sign your books.
- To my good friend Johan.
- There you go.
- Great book, man.
- Mr. Cobb, we've been waiting a long time.
Can you tell me what your next book is going to be about?
- Um, it's about my personal experiences in Vietnam.
- The war?
- Yeah. That's right.
- Oh, uh, great.
- Are you really married to Sandy St. Clair?
- I was, but we're divorced now.
- I just wanted to tell her that
I think she's a marvelous actress.
She's a very talented young lady.
- I'll tell her that.
- It's a great book.
- Thank you. I like your hair.
- Thanks.
- I've never missed a show, not since it's been on the air.
She is so enchanting to watch. - Who are these loons?
- Sometimes, I invite the girls over, and ...
- Your most devoted fans. - ... Crackers and kool aid.
No big deal. - I'll treasure this always.
- Roger, Blood Dance was released over a year ago.
We can't keep doing the same autograph sessions any more.
The fans are hungry for something new.
Got anything to show me? Five pages? Anything?
- Frank.
- Roger, if you don't have a new book on my desk
by the end of the month, you're going to have to
pay the advance back to Double day.
Then you're really going to be up the creek.
Now, come on, Roger.
You have already lost your wife over this, and ...
- Ha! Ha!
- Are you going to throw your career down the toilet, too?
You've got to get back to your life.
- Frank, come on.
- And listen, while we're on the subject of the book,
Roger, nobody ... Nobody wants to read about the
God damn Vietnam war any more.
They want to read a good horror story.
- Frank, would you listen to me for a second, all right?
I know this book has been giving me a problem,
but it's something I have to do.
I've got to write this book.
(gasps)
(dial tone)
(dialing, phone rings)
- Federal Bureau of Investigation.
- Hello, um, Agent Thatcher, please.
Tell him it's Roger Cobb. Tell him it's urgent.
- I'm sorry, he's on another line. Can he call you back?
- I'll wait.
- Yes, Mr. Cobb?
- Hear anything?
- No, afraid we don't have anything new about your son.
- But you'll call me?
- You know we will. Uh, by the way.
I got a call from Decker at the CIA.
Please do me a favor. Leave him alone.
- Yeah. Thank you very much.
- You bet. We'll call you.
(dial tone, receiver clicks)
(phone rings)
- Hello?
- Roger?
- Yeah?
- What's that noise?
- The guys have got the music turned up. Hold on a minute.
Hey guys, would you turn that down?
I mean, I'm on the phone for crying out loud.
(laughs) Yeah. I'm sorry, this poker game is getting
a little out of hand.
- Who's there?
- Uh, oh, a bunch of guys. You know.
- I'm calling from the awards party. I lost.
- Oh, gee, I'm sorry to hear that.
The awards, I forgot all about it.
I've been busy working.
- Are you writing again? That's wonderful!
- Sandy, I'm sorry. Tough break.
- Can't win them all. I was just calling to tell you
I got your message. I'm sorry about your aunt.
- I went to the house.
- Roger, why do you keep doing this to yourself?
- Why can't you just ... can you hold on just one second?
- Hold on, wait, Sandy, I've got to go.
Listen, I'm holding up the game, so, uh,
I'll talk to you later, okay?
- How's this?
- Roger ...
- Yeah?
- Come on babe, smile.
- Nothing. Bye.
- Goodbye.
- Hello, Sandy? Sandy?
I am such a jerk.
(eerie music)
(bird crowing)
- There's the lucky man.
- Mr. Parker.
- Mr. Cobb, it's a pleasure to see you again.
How was the drive?
- Well, actually, it wasn't, uh ...
- Good, good, good. Glad to hear it.
You know, I didn't expect to hear from you again so soon.
I just got the for sale sign up yesterday.
I can assure you, everything's in order.
It really wasn't necessary for you to come all this way.
- It's all right, I wanted to.
- Your uncle was quite a fisherman.
I understand he held a US record for two years with that one
- Uh huh.
- As you can see, we cleaned the place up a bit.
- We're planning to hold the auction next month.
We can get a lot of money for some of this junk.
If you'd like to follow me this way,
I'll give you a little tour of the place.
- It's all right, I know my way around.
I grew up here.
- How's that?
- When my mother died, my aunt raised me.
- I had no idea. What a remarkable woman.
We also cleaned up the pool.
- Jimmy?
Jimmy? Jimmy.
Jimmy?
Jim?
(engine revs)
(car peels away)
Sandy? Sandy?
- Is something wrong?
- Honey, is Jimmy in there with you?
- No, I thought he was around the side with you.
- He's not there.
- Did you check the back?
- Jimmy?
Jimmy?
(splashing in pool)
(heavy breathing)
- Mr. Cobb, are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Let's move on to the studio, shall we?
This will make a great guest house.
Bedroom over there, knock through a door,
hot tub, jacuzzi, kitchenette goes here,
hey, you know? Got a nephew named Monty.
He's in the construction business.
Works cheap. He could do a heck of a job with this place.
Worse comes to worse, a person could lease out the big house
and move in here. Creative financing.
So, what ever happened to this uncle?
- Oh, he was diving for abalone off of Point Ridge and got-
- Hahaha. Oops, sorry about that.
You know, your aunt was quitea painter, let me tell you.
Here, take a look at this, would you?
She must have been working on this right before she died.
Gives me the creeps. Morbid little woman, wasn't she?
- That's the closet in her bedroom.
That's the same room where she hung her...
- Where she passed away.
- You know, she thought this house was haunted.
- Get out of here. You're kidding, aren't you?
- Mr. Cobb, your son is not in the pool.
Your son is nowhere in the neighborhood.
- I'm telling you, I saw him in the pool.
He was in the swimming pool and I ran and I dove in.
- And he wasn't there.
Mr. Cobb, we've got an APB out on your son.
We'll let you know as soon as we find something.
- It was the house. It was the house that did it.
- Right, Mrs. Hooper, we understand.
- I'm telling you, Roger, it's the house.
- Will you shut up? Will you shut up
just for once, you old bat? (sobbing)
- Touchy.
- I'm sorry Mr. Parker, I'm not selling.
- What?
- I said I'm not selling.
- Well, I hope you'll reconsider.
- I think I'm going to stay a while. Do some work.
(eerie music)
(door creaks)
(objects rattle upstairs)
(suspenseful music)
- Aunt Elizabeth?
- It won, Roger. It tricked me.
I didn't think it could, but it did.
- What?
- It's going to trick you too, Roger.
This house knows everything about you. Leave while you can.
- No!
(dog barking)
- Hey!
(dog yelps)
- Morning.
- She's pretty, huh?
- Hi.
- Howdy neighbor. Just move in?
- Yeah, last night.
- Harold Gorton.
- Hi. Roger.
- Roger. Yeah.
Hey, it's great to have a new neighbor.
The woman that lived here before you was nuts.
Biggest bitch under the sun. Senile old hag, really.
Wouldn't be surprised if someone just got fed up
and offed her, you know what I mean?
- She was my aunt.
- Heart of gold, though. Just a saint, really,
and such a beautiful woman for her age.
Would you like some dinner? You and the whole family?
Just come on over, I'll whip something up, you know.
- I'm afraid I'm alone.
- You're alone? Well, that's better yet, you know,
just get some burgers, watch the game.
You're an A's fan, right?
- Uh, yeah, sort of. I'm a writer, I'm up here
just kind of trying to get away from things for a while,
you know, solitude. You know? Solitude?
- I don't believe this. This can't be, right?
Roger? Roger Cobb, right?
- Yeah, that's, uh, that's me.
- I'm your biggest fan.
- Is that right?
- Yeah, absolutely. Right here ...
Yeah, it's a little ... It's kind of falling apart, but,
um, would you mind autographing this for me?
- Oh, you bet. You got a pen?
- No.
- You know what? Why don't we do this later,
because I want to get back inside and
get started on my new book, you know,
get back to that solitude.
- Solitude. Of course. Solitude.
- You understand, don't you?
- Oh, absolutely. Bet it's going to be great, huh?
- I hope so.
- Okay. Roger Cobb.
- Lord help me.
(eerie music)
(helicopters flying)
- Get up off your ass, Cobb.
We've got a war to lose, remember?
You too, Ben. Move.
All right everybody, gather around.
- I am sick of that punk telling me what to do.
- That's his job, Ben. To tell us what to do.
- Nobody tells me what to do, buddy.
- Let's go, hustle it up.
Now, this is where we've got to be by 0600 hours.
That means we've got to be across this ridge within the hour
and find the ... - Ben.
- Now we know for sure ... - Hey Ben.
- What do you want? - Come on,
let me have a cigarette.
- All right, all right. - ...so if you see any NVA,
we'll call for an air strike and
just try to hold our position.
All right.
(laughter)
- Hey, pipe down, man. What are you doing?
- Nothing.
- Shut up and listen, you big ox.
We ain't fucking around anymore, this is the real shit.
You guys better get your act together
if you want to get out of here in one piece.
Fitzsimmons, I want you to take the right flank,
now Steel, you take the left flank.
We're just going to police the area east into the sun.
- GET DOWN.
(explosion)
(automatic weapon firing)
(gunfight)
(keys clicking)
- (television) Who did this to you? It was Masters?
It's true, she's a patient here?
A patient of Dr. Stevens?
(child giggling)
- Daddy?
(child's laughter continues)
(eerie music)
- I must be going crazy.
(shrill, eerie music)
(clock chimes)
- Ahhhh!
(struggling)
(adventurous tune)
One, two, three.
- Hey, Rog. What you doing?
- Me? Nothing. I'm just, uh, I'm working on my book.
You know. Good to see you. Um, I need to get back inside and
- Solitude.
- Solitude. Yes. Right. I'll see you later though, okay?
Bye.
(dog panting)
- Hm. Writing looks like fun, huh?
(dog barks in agreement)
- Check this ... Okay. Nice picture.
Crazy, huh? Okay.
(talks quietly to self)
That's all right, that's all right.
Okay.
Nice and easy.
All right. Let's see what we got here.
(suspenseful music)
(eerie music)
(clock chimes)
(suspenseful music)
- Surprise!
- Ahhhh! - Ahhhh!
- What's going on, what?
- Harold, don't do that!
- What did I do?
- You scared the hell out of me, that's what you did.
- Sorry, I just ... I thought I'd
bring over a midnight snack. It's always better
with someone else around, you know?
- Why don't we go downstairs to the dining room
and eat that, all right?
- What's all the cameras for, Rog?
- I'll explain it to you downstairs.
So, that's when I decided I'd come up here
and try and write my book.
- Life's a bitch, huh? So, um, what's all those cameras for?
Upstairs?
- Do you believe in ghosts?
- What kind of ghosts?
- My aunt thought this house was haunted.
- No offense Rog, but your aunt was looney tunes.
- What about me? You think that I'm looney tunes?
- Not at all. I mean, you've been to Vietnam.
Lost your only child. Your wife divorced you.
I mean, you've got to have a few marbles rolling around,
but right now you seem fine.
- I think this house is haunted.
- Well, you know, I find that unexplained psychic stuff
kind of interesting myself, but the problem is
they usually go ahead and find some explanation anyway
for the unexplained stuff, you know?
- In the closet upstairs, I saw something.
- This is other than coats and hats, et cetera?
- No no no, I saw a... a ghost. Something.
I opened the closet door and it reached out
and it tried to grab me.
- This is sounding a little bit more
like some of your novels, are you sure
you're not just imagining it?
- Does this look like imagination?
- That's a very nasty scratch.
I think you ought to have someone look at that.
- I opened the closet door and it reached out
and it tried to grab me.
- Well where do you suppose the monster is now,
just kind of, um, hanging out in the closet up there?
- I don't know.
- So all the cameras up there,
you're naturally trying to get a photo of it.
- Yeah, that's right.
- Yeah, well, yeah.
- Do you think I'm, uh ...
- No. No. Not at all.
- You do.
- No, no no no. As a matter of fact,
if you get a picture of this thing, I'd love to see it,
because you know, I don't think
I've ever seen a ghost before.
At least not since I was a kid.
It's great talking to you Rog, and I'll be sure
to look for your wife on TV- what's that show called?
- Resort.
- Resort, right. Wednesdays, ten o'clock.
- Right.
- All right, I'll be sure to look for it.
- Harold.
- Yeah?
- Thanks for the food.
- Oh, no problem.
(phone rings)
- Hello?
- Sandy Cobb, please?
- Speaking. Who is this?
- This is Harold.
- Who?
- Harold Gordon, a friend of Roger's.
- Oh. He can't be reached here.
Aren't you calling a bit late?
- Yes, uh, sorry, but I don't want to talk to Roger.
I'd like to talk to you, actually.
- Oh?
- See, I live next door to Roger up here in Marin,
and this is going to sound a little strange,
but I thought I should call you,
because I don't think Roger's got his act together.
- What do you mean?
- He's having flashbacks or something.
Seeing strange things. Ghosts and stuff.
- Oh my God.
- Yeah, I think you ought to come up here
and check the guy out.
- I can't. I've got tobe on the set at 6:30
tomorrow morning, I really can't. Um.
I'll call him right away.
- Well, all right, um, go ahead and call him,
and I'll just keep an eye on him up here for you, okay?
- Okay. Let me give you my daytime number.
- All right, go.
- 9 5 4 1 4 7 3.
- 7 3, got it. All right, um, don't worry about anything
I guess, I'll just be sure to give you a call
if something bad happens.
- Uh, thanks. Bye.
(phone rings)
- Fitzsimmons, you're walking point.
- Like hell I am.
- Scout.
- Forget it, man. No way.
- Hey, I haven't got time to argue, God damn it.
- I'll walk point.
- Ben. It's nice to see somebody around here's got some guts
- Somebody got no brains, too.
- That means you too, Cobb.
- What?
- You heard me.
- All right Rog, you and me, buddy. Let's go get em.
- Now move out. Fitzsimmons, you take the rear.
Hey, Ben. Hey. Slow down, Ben.
- (imitates chicken clucking)
- Ben, don't be an idiot. We're out of their line of sight.
- You were the guy who heard something, right?
I got an idea. Let's find out where Charlie really is.
Yoo hoo. Charlie.
(buzzing in the distance)
- Let's just stand right here.
- I can't stand in one spot, I got to keep moving.
- Ben, what the hell do you think you're doing?
(sighs)
(eerie music)
(objects crashing to floor)
(objects rustling around)
(gunshot)
(loud crashing)
- Hi.
- Sandy.
- I tried to call but there was no answer.
I was worried about you, Roger.
- What are you doing here?
- I wanted to see you. What are you doing with that gun?
- Nothing, I ...
(bullet falls to floor)
Sandy ...
Ahhh! (screaming)
Oh my God...
- He's got a gun!
Yes, I'd like to report a suicide attempt.
- (sobbing)
No, Sandy. It can't be you.
(police sirens)
(whistles)
- Put the gun down.
- It's not loaded.
- I said put the gun down, sir.
All right, now stand up. Put your hands above your head
and move this way, away from the gun.
- We have a report. Someon eat this address has been
firing a shotgun.
- Oh, yeah. I was just polishing it, you know,
cleaning it, and it went off by accident.
I didn't know it was loaded.
- But you do know it's against the law
to discharge a fire arm withincity limits, don't you?
I'm going to have to give you a citation.
- A citation? Thank you.
- Hey, wait a minute. I know you, don't I?
You're Roger Cobb.
- Yeah, right.
- I'm sorry about your son.
Mr. Cobb, I know this is a funny question,
but you wouldn't happen to be the same Roger Cobb
who wrote Blood Dance, would you?
- Yeah, that's me.
- Well, why didn't you say so earlier?
- (laughs)
- Mr. Cobb, I was wondering if you could
do me a big favor.
- Oh, sure.
- I mean, you're probably busy and all,
but could I use your bathroom?
- No. I mean, uh, yes you can.
Be my guest.
- You men go ahead and take off,
we've got it under control here.
Who are you?
- Harold. Next door neighbor.
- Yeah, all right. Beat it.
- But I was the one ...
- Goodbye, Harold.
- The bathroom's right down the hall.
- Well, this is quite a place you have here, Mr. Cobb.
- Thank you.
- The bathroom down here?
- No. Um, it's right there.
- Oh, thank you.
- So, I bet you guys could use some coffee, huh?
No? You're probably in a hurry.
- No no no. Coffee would be great.
- Yeah, a cup of coffee would be nice.
- Is instant okay?
- Sure.
- I got it.
- No, no, no.
- That's all right. - I got it, I got it.
- No, no. I got it. These look familiar to you?
- Uh, yeah. I dropped those.
- I thought you said you were just cleaning the gun.
- No sense having a gun if you don't load it at one time
or another, is there?
- Well, I wouldn't recommend cleaning a loaded gun.
- Oh no, no, no. Neither would I.
I'll be right back.
- What are you doing?
- Looking at this thing here on the wall.
- My aunt was an artist.
- Yeah, I guess.
- Why don't you come back into the kitchen?
I have some coffee on ...
- Oh, I didn't mean to startle you, Mr. Cobb.
Well, I guess we better get on out of here, huh?
- Well, it was great talking with you guys.
My gun.
- What about your gun? Is there something wrong, Mr. Cobb?
- No. Nope. No problem.
- Thanks again for the coffee.
- Yeah, thanks a lot, Mr. Cobb.
(car engine starts)
(eerie music)
(music intensifies)
- Where's your son, Roger?
You'll never find him. Haha, he's dead.
- He's not dead. He's someplace in this house.
- Say your prayers.
(hollow click)
(screams)
(synth pop song plays)
- Hello?
Did I scare you?
- Hi.
- What are you digging?
- A hole.
- Oh?
- A big hole.
- Well, I can see that. What's under the plastic?
A sapling?
- A sapling, yes. It's an apricot tree.
- Ah. I used to come and swim here when your aunt lived here
I hope you don't think I'm imposing or anything.
- Oh, no. Not at all.
- My name is Tania. Hi. Nice to meet you.
- Hi. I'm, uh, Roger.
- Hi.
- Here with your wife?
- No, I'm divorced.
- Oh, really? Shame. You must be lonely.
- Uh, well, I ... I appreciate the company, Tania,
but I'm kind of busy right now.
- Oh no, don't be silly, I understand.
I can tell when a man wants to work.
I can also tell when a man wants to play.
We should get together soon.
- Absolutely.
- Neighbors shouldn't be strangers.
- I couldn't agree more. Any other time.
- That's all right.
- I'll see you later, okay?
- Okay.
- Oh, uh, Roger? If you need anything at all, just call, ok?
- All right. Bye.
- Bye.
(motown love song plays)
- Drop it. Good boy. Good boy.
Drop it. Drop it. Stay. Good dog. Good dog.
Stay. Stay. STAY.
- Hi. Ready to play?
- Hello.
- Oh, this is my son Robert,
and he really loves to play.
- Look, uh ... I was just about to ...
- Would you mind if we step inside?
It's a little bit chilly out here,
I really wouldn't want Robert to catch cold.
- Uh, actually, I don't know if this
is the most appropriate time.
That's very thoughtful of you Tania,
but at the same time, I'm kind of busy right now.
I think that I'm kind of ...Where you going little fella?
Stay here. I'll get him.
- Roger?
- Stop!
- Robert?
- I got you. I got you.
- Robert? Roger?
- I got him.
- Where are you going?
(toilet flushing)
(child crying)
- It's okay Robert, we're going to see mommy right now.
Here we are, mom.
- Is everything okay?
- Oh, yeah, Robert just had to go potty,
but we took care of everything.
- Roger, would you do me a great favor?
- I'm sorry, but I'm kind of busy tonight.
- Great. I need a babysitter and I'd really appreciate it.
You know, you're such a good looking, nice man.
Robert will just love you. I have a few things for you,
hold on.
- No, no, I'm sorry.
- I have a change of clothing, extra sweater.
He can't sleep without this one, his favorite teddy.
- Tania. Tania.
- A few things here, duck, bear, Superman, a few others.
Okay, I'll be back later tonight, and, you know,
I can't tell you how much this means to me. Thanks.
(kisses)
- But I ...
- My sister is an only child and you abused her.
I can never forgive you for that.
- I can't hide the fact that I've been
a male prostitute my entire life, Julie.
Your sister paid me $2,000 to spend the night with her.
Don't be hood winked by her, Julie.
Don't you think it's time you woke up and smelled the coffee
- I'll smell whatever I damn well please, without your help.
- Robert.
- (child cries)
- Robert, what's wrong? Do you want your mommy?
She'll be back here in a little bit, okay?
How about this toy? You want buzz off, huh?
You want something else to play with?
How about a nice plastic bag, huh?
- Mommy, mommy ...
- I know, mommy's coming back in a few minutes,
all right? She's going to be right back.
Let's go watch some TV, okay?
That's a good boy.
- (television) I love you Julie.
- Is that what you call love? If that's what you call love,
then I don't want any part of it.
- What about the other night?
- What other night?
- The other night by the pool, Julie.
Don't play dumb with me.
- Maybe I'm not as dumb as you think.
- Come on, just lay down right there, okay?
Sleepy? Yeah, you got tired eyes there, don't you?
- (television) You of all people should know,
anything's possible when you're in love.
(dramatic soap opera music)
- Come on, let's go back.
- All right. Ben, wake up.
Ben we lost them. We're going to get hit with friendly fire.
Ben. You're being a jerk.
- Magic time.
- Ben.
- Look there.
- Ben!
(gunfire erupts)
(eerie music)
(screams)
I got you! I got you!
Oh, boy. How's a little kid like you get so dirty, huh?
- Ya-ya.
- Yeah, how about that.
Don't do that, okay?
Cute.
- Hi mom.
- Hi, how did it all go.
- Oh, he slept like a lamb. He's just an angel.
- Did you have fun?
- Yeah.
- Was Roger nice to you? Yeah? Oh, good.
I knew I could trust you, Roger.
Come on, let's say goodbye to Roger, now. Come on.
- Okay, bye bye.
Bye bye Robert, you come back and visit me, okay?
- Bye bye, I appreciate it. Thanks.
- Hello?
- Hi.
- Here's the beer. I hope we haven't missed the beginning.
- Well, no, but I really didn't bring you
over here to watch a movie.
- You didn't?
- No.
- You got some, uh ...
- Let's go upstairs for a minute, Harold.
- Yeah.
- You ever been hunting?
- Sure.
- Do you remember the other night
when I told you I saw something?
- Yeah. Mmhmm.
- Well, I guess I must have been a little hysterical,
because it wasn't a ghost. It was a raccoon.
- Really?
- A big raccoon, about the size of a Saint Bernard.
- Kujo the raccoon.
- I got him trapped right now there in the closet.
You're not afraid of raccoon, are you?
- Me? No, no. What would you like me to do? I'll help.
- You ever seen one of these before?
- Yeah, sure. Every day. What is it?
- This is my uncle's harpoon gun.
- Mmhmm.
- Take it.
- Great.
- I have a line attached here to a rod
in case it tries to get out through the roof,
you can hold on to the thing.
- The roof?
- It tore up a big hole in the roof
so he goes out through the attic and he feeds at night.
And then he comes back here and builds a nest in the closet.
You better put these on.
The minute you see this thing, I want you to fire
and hit it right between the eyes. If you don't kill him,
Harold, he's probably going to try and get away,
so I want you to hold on very tight. You got that?
- Okay. Come over here and stand right there
so you get a real good shot at him. Here.
So we time everything perfect, I'm going to open the door
at exactly 12:00.
- All right.
- Okay.
- Oh, one more thing. Make sure I'm out of the way
before you shoot that thing.
- You got it.
(screaming)
- Shoot it again!
- The leg's attached!
- Do something, it's getting away!
Harold, what the hell?
Help me!
- What can I do?
- Grab onto me!
- Don't worry Roger, I'll hold onto you
if it's the last thing I do.
(screams)
Huh.
(suspenseful music)
- Jimmy!
(groans)
Be quiet, because they can hear your voice, okay?
- Help me. Finish me off. I'm dying, Rog.
Kill me. Finish me off.
(crying)
- Ben, I'm going to go get ...
- No!
- I'm going to go get help.
I'll get the troops and be back for you.
- No! No! (screaming)
- Ben ... I'll be back, buddy.
- Roger, I'll get you for this, I swear I will.
Roger!
(gunshots)
(indistinct chatter)
(gunshots)
(screaming)
- Harold, I'm back.
Ahh! Wait, wait, it's me. It's Roger.
- Roger, it's really you. Thank God.
Raccoon, Rog?
(heavy sigh)
- Okay, Harold.
(eerie music)
(footsteps running, music intensifies)
(glass breaking)
(screaming)
(suspenseful music)
- Jimmy?
(screaming, guttural roar)
Ahhhh!
(huge splash)
Jimmy!
Oh my God.
- Dad! Oh, dad.
I want to go home.
- (weeping openly)
- She's coming back.
- Who?
(rattle of gunshots)
Come on!
(gunshots hitting water)
- Oh, dad!
(victorious music swells)
- Big Ben.
- No, it's your fairy godmother.
- You ...
- Hahaha.
- You did this. You took my kid.
- Why didn't you kill me, Roger?
Didn't have the guts to do it?
- I had to get help.
- They tortured me for weeks.
- I would have died for you, Ben.
- Well, now's your chance.
- No!
Jimmy, I want you to get out of the house
Get help. I'll keep him here. Now go on, hurry up.
Oh!
- You're pissing me off, Roger.
(hail of gunshots)
(glass breaks)
Roger, you hit like a little girl.
(suspenseful music)
I've been waiting years for this, Roger.
(gunshots)
Damn. Back from the grave and ran out of ammunition.
- Ahh!
- Rargh!
- (shouts)
- You can't get rid of me, Roger.
You can't, and you never will.
- (screams angrily)
(punching)
- Come on Roger, is that all you can do, you wimp?
- (screams)
- Hahahahaha.
Roger, where are you going, pal?
(table crashes)
- (screaming)
- You lost, buddy.
- Ben, don't! Argh!
- (evil laughter)
So long, sucker.
(shrieks)
- Bitch.
- Dad!
- Jimmy?
Jimmy?
Jim?
- Dad!
Argh!
- Think you're funny, Roger?
A few years ago, you had a chance to kill me.
Now I'm going to kill your little boy,
unless you kill yourself.
- No!
- Daddy!
- It's finally over, Roger. You've got no chance.
Argh!
- I'm not afraid of you any more, Ben.
I will beat you and this God damn house.
- Don't make me mad, or ...
- Or what?
- I'm warning you. I'll slit his throat.
- You can't hurt me or my son. Come on, Jimmy.
- I'm warning you.
No! No!
- What's wrong, sucker?
- No, no, Roger, wait. I'll get you for this.
Ahhhh!
(huge explosion as grenade detonates)
(dog barking)
(victorious music)
- Mommy!
Mommy!
- Oh, my baby!
(upbeat closing tune)