[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
[FATHER SIGHS]
[EXCLAIMING IN ANNOYANCE]
[UTENSILS CLATTERING]
Honey, it's family hour,
there must be something on.
DAUGHTER: Oh, wow, Candied Critters!
[FATHER EXCLAIMS]
Oh, Great. It's Monsters, our favorite show!
[MONSTROUS LAUGH]
Shh, it's starting.
[MONSTROUS LAUGH]
[FATHER CHUCKLES]
[COUGHING]
WOMAN: Happy birthday, Evie!
ALL: Happy birthday!
[PARTY CHATTER]
[WOMAN OVER PA] Dr. Schnider, emergency.
Room 606.
Dr. Schnider, emergency.
Room 606.
Happy birthday, Evie.
Mr. Ross, I'm Sheila Brewer.
Welcome to Beachwood Guest Home.
You're late, Miss Brewer.
I'm sorry.
I've been sitting here for over half an hour.
I'm not a well man. I should be in bed.
Well, I can put you in a room right now.
But if you care to wait, a better one's become available.
Forget it!
I don't wanna be in a room where someone died.
How do you know what they had?
There isn't a room in this home
where death hasn't been more than once.
He's a frequent visitor, sometimes a welcome guest.
That's rubbish!
And it's certainly not the kind of talk a dying man wants to hear!
Now, just take me to a room now, you hear?
Get me out of here!
All right, Mr. Ross, I will.
But let's get something straight first.
I'm a nurse.
And I for one will not tolerate your childish outbursts,
because you're afraid of...
Because you're not yourself right now.
Well, of course I'm not myself.
I'm dying.
We're all dying, Mr. Ross.
But, if we don't give up and we're willing to fight,
we can stick around.
Maybe even enjoy ourselves.
You saw Miss Endicott?
Do you know she's a 103 today?
Are you always this optimistic?
I try to rise to the occasion.
Hmm.
[DOOR CREAKING OPEN]
[CLOCK TICKING RAPIDLY]
Who's there?
Who is it?
Who the hell are you?
I'm Dr. Morton.
I've come for you, Mr. Ross.
It's time to go.
Come for me?
Damn it, man, it's midnight!
Whatever it is can wait till tomorrow.
Now get the hell out of here!
Listen, you son of a...
How did you do that?
What do you want?
What'll it be?
A heart attack, cerebral hemorrhage?
What is this, some kind of a sick joke?
You're a doctor for God's sakes!
Death has many faces, Mr. Ross.
Now if you prefer something more traditional...
[SCREAMING] No! No...
I don't wanna die.
Please go, please go.
I don't wanna die!
I have money. You can have it all.
I beg you, please can we make a deal?
Deal? What kind of deal?
Whatever you want.
We can make a deal here, can't we?
Yes, I make deals on occasion.
I have a quota to fill.
Sometimes I fall behind, then I have to stage a big event,
like a famine or an epidemic...
If I could count on you for a few lives now and then...
How many are we talking about?
Let's say three lives...
Three?
[STAMMERING] How and when?
When I need them, I'll let you know.
Could be tomorrow, could be next week, next year.
But when I place an order, you have 30 days to deliver,
or you forfeit your life.
Okay. We... We got a deal.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
Well, you might as well get it over with.
It's gonna happen sooner or later.
[TV PLAYING]
King.
If you don't stop cheating, I'm not gonna play with you anymore.
You sound just like my late husband.
He hated to lose. Couldn't stand it!
What he hated was, you're such a happy winner.
How much do I owe you?
Two million and five hundred. Take a check?
Only if you have two forms of acceptable ID.
[CHUCKLES]
Robert?
What is it?
I'm not feeling very well.
Everything's normal.
Now you rest. Take it easy, and I'll see you at dinner.
Sheila, I'm sorry I said you cheat at cards.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
I think she likes you. [GASPS]
You leave her alone. You hear me?
Don't worry, it's not her time, yet.
You however,
have only 30 days.
Now listen, I may need a little more time.
I haven't exactly been able to find a hitman in the yellow pages.
Oh, no! You can't pay someone to do it.
It has to be by your own hand.
How the hell am I gonna do that?
That's your problem.
We have a deal.
If you can't live up to your part of the bargain...
All right! I'll do it, I'll do it.
Thirty days.
I'll be back.
PA ANNOUNCER: And tonight, the menu is wonderful roast beef.
And for those of you who need soft boiled food,
we have soft boiled eggs and lots of apple sauce.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
You finished with this?
I want to read Murray's column.
That guy's a jerk!
Where does he get off telling other people how to run their lives?
You get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?
Sorry. I got a lot on my mind.
Wanna talk about it?
Got to work it out by myself.
I don't believe in asking other people to solve my problems.
I never have.
Well that's too bad, because Murray gives great advise.
You know that he personally answers everybody that writes to him?
[SCOFFS]
He does, really. I wrote to him once.
He answered it himself, handwritten.
I'll bet he even licked the stamp.
You ought to write to him. Maybe he could help you, too.
He loves a challenge.
You know, maybe you're right.
Maybe he could help me.
What have I got to lose?
Hmm?
[HUMMING]
[CONTINUES HUMMING]
[CLEARING THROAT]
Where's the chair?
Don't need it. I feel great!
And you look great. What happened?
I don't know, I woke up this way.
And I woke up starving.
You wanna have breakfast?
[SINGSONG] Only if you're buying. Right.
I'll get us a table.
Too bad about that columnist.
Oh, what happened?
His assistant died last night.
Police think she was poisoned, but they don't know how.
His assistant? Yeah.
She was getting married this week.
She had her whole life in front of her.
I guess you never know, do you?
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[SCREAMING]
What do you want?
What, again? You want another one so soon?
Please, please, please.
I know, I know. We got a deal.
But what if the wrong person dies again?
I mean, I couldn't... [SCREAMS]
I'll do it.
Is it painful?
What?
Thinking that hard... You've been at it all morning.
Oh, sorry.
I was thinking about my apartment. I miss it.
I miss my privacy, too.
I was never very social.
I find it hard to make friends.
No kidding.
About all anyone wants to talk about
is how their bodies are falling apart.
Don't you get tired living here with a bunch of sick, old people?
Sometimes I miss my house.
I loved my garden and playing around the kitchen,
but when my husband died, house just seemed too big for me.
[INSECT BUZZING]
[WOMAN SCREAMING]
Somebody get rid of it.
She's allergic to bees and wasps.
She almost died when she was a kid.
Kill it! Where is it?
There, right there. Oh!
[HUMMING]
[INSECT BUZZING]
Gotcha!
[LAUGHS]
Oh, boy...
Oh!
[LAUGHS]
[SCATTING]
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
You finished? Yes.
I ate everything today, except the cake.
Oh, I saved that for you.
I know how much you love it.
I sure do appreciate it.
Mm-hmm.
So do I, my dear. So do I.
[TV PLAYING]
Robert, you're up late.
Come sit here with me.
Sheila, you're about the kindest woman I've ever known.
I can talk to you.
You know what I'm thinking about even before I can say it.
I have a special feeling for you
I've never had for any other woman.
I'm very fond of you, too.
No, no, it's more than that.
See, I want to take care of you, look after you,
I'm a rich man, Sheila. There's no reason for you to work.
I could put you up in any kind of a house you'd like.
And then maybe later on, I could join you.
What are you talking about?
Our future.
Together... I'm asking you to...
to consider getting married.
There, I've said it!
I've been thinking about nothing else for days.
Now, you don't have to give me an answer right away.
Robert, have you ever heard of a "last nurse syndrome"?
An older man, a bachelor or a widower,
falls ill, thinks he's gonna die...
Along comes a nurse, helps him regain his health,
and he proposes to her out of gratitude.
Oh, no, no.
It's more than gratitude.
I'm in love with you.
I am.
[PHONE RINGING]
Who could that be at this hour?
Hello?
MAN: Is this Miss Brewer at Beachwood?
SHEILA: Yes, it is.
Miss Dodd's been in an accident.
She ran into a car with a mother and two kids. All dead.
Oh, my God! When?
Around 8:00. We think she was stung by a bee.
SHEILA: Oh! We're sorry.
Yes. Yes, thank you very much.
Goodbye. Goodbye.
Gina's been in an accident.
She's dead.
That ain't half of it.
She hit a car with a mother and two children in it.
[CRYING] And it killed all of them.
We're leaving now. Sure you won't change your mind?
No. I'm not too fond of funerals.
Well, I've been thinking about your offer.
But you know, I just can't walk out of here tomorrow.
I've to make some arrangements.
Oh!
Oh, you've made me the happiest man alive.
We'll talk about it when I get back? Yeah.
Okay, I better go. They're waiting for me.
I'll walk out with you.
ROSS: Now you drive carefully.
I don't want anything to happen to you.
I'll be fine.
We're driving up with the doctor that Gina worked with at county.
Dr. Morton?
This is Robert Ross. Hi, yes.
You two talk a minute. I've to go to the ladies room before we leave.
You can't do this to me.
I'm sorry. Her number came up this morning, and when your time comes...
Please, there's got to be a way!
What about the others that were killed? Don't they count?
No!
I appreciate the windfall.
But remember, it has to be by your own hand, not by accident.
Please! I'll do anything!
I have a quota. I need a life at midnight.
Get me one, and I will let her go.
I will, I swear it!
[HUMMING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[HEARTBEAT PULSATING]
Oh!
[SCREAMING]
[DEMONIC LAUGHTER]
You... What are you?
I told you I make deals on occasion.
How do you think Miss Endicott made it to 103?
No!
You won't kill me!
I've got an air bubble. It's not good. Help!
There's no cure for an air bubble.
[HEARTBEAT PULSATING]
[ROSS GROANING]
It will be hitting your heart about...
Now.
[HEART STOPS BEATING]
Can't cheat death, Mr. Ross.
But what a nice try.
[GHOULISH SCREAMS]
[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]
[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]