(ominous music) (eerie flute and strings music) (owl hooting) (door creaking) (eerie flute and strings music) (footsteps crunching) (women murmuring) (eerie flute and strings music) (clock ticking and chiming) (knocking) (soft dramatic music) (dishes shattering) (eerie music) (slow contemporary music)
(waves crashing) (camera clicking) - [Peter] There we go. - [Radio Announcer] Get GTE call waiting. Your phone won't be busy
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♪ Nobody beats Midas ♪ (remote control car whirring) (camera clicking) - [Peter] Very good, very good. - Am I supposed to clean
up all this by myself? I thought you guys were gonna help me. - Come on, Sarah, it's the kid's birthday. Let him have a little fun. - You're right, it's his birthday. If you like living in my house, Peter, I expect some help. - You know, one day
you're gonna appreciate all the photos I take. (Sarah laughing) - You know, you have an
answer for everything. I've gotta go
meet my publisher. Don't you have some pictures for me? - You're gonna go see him now? - I'm already late. - [Radio Announcer] 101's
Michael Moore starts the runners with the spirit of America 5K... - So the novel's ready? - Yes. Now I have to see what they have to say. - Well, you shouldn't worry about it. He bought the first one,
and this one couldn't be any worse, could it? - [Radio Announcer] Four
pack of tickets starting... - And what about your excellent shots? - Well, they're far from exc
ellent, but they're good enough
for the back cover. - Hmm. - I mean, the photo's are lousy, but ah, you look like a goddess. (kisses smacking) - Peter, I... Peter. (mimics kisses smacking) - Look at that. Your son's a little
sneak, that's what he is. (Sarah laughing) - What do you think? (Sarah laughing) Well, hopefully my publisher
will like 'em better. - He will. It's just your son who
needs a good talking to. - Are you ever gonna grow up? Dennis needs a father, not a brother. - Well, I could
be both, you know? - Okay, fine. Just don't tear down the
house while I'm gone, huh? - Oh, and, and please
try to get those sold. I really need to get
something sold right now. - Right. (engine starting) (suspenseful music) - Hey, Dennis. You didn't finish your cake. Come on, I got a special way to eat it. (mimics kisses smacking) (playful synth music) - I suppose you are Peter Mitchell. - Uh, yeah. That's right. - I'm Larry Houghton. I'm an attorney from Century City. I have some very important
information for you. - Oh. Really? Um. Would you like some cake? I inherited what? I know. This is a practical joke. Sarah put you up to it. Yes? You're joking, right? - At $250 an hour, not even the Pope jokes around, young man. - I knew I had relatives in Sweden, but I didn't know this Annie, uh, Annie... - Holst. Annie Holst. Spinster. Recently deceased. - I've never even heard of
a relative with that name. But the house is all
mine, kit and caboodle? - And don't get your hopes up too high.
It's pretty old and run down
and there's not much money. - But it's all mine. - Unless you'd like me
to arrange for a sale. - Well, maybe. But I'd like to see it first. My girl needs a vacation. (hands clapping)
Yeah. That's the ticket. Sweden. (dramatic synth music) - Mr. Mitchell? - Yeah. - My name is Thomas Hansen. The corresponding lawyer
for Miss Annie Holst. - Oh, good to meet you. This is Sarah Richards. - Hi. - Hello. (dramatic synth music) (patrons chatting and laughing) I'm sorry, I ca
n't accompany you. I'm afraid that you and my little village will have to make without
me for a few days. I've, ah, legal business in Stockholm. But don't worry, I've arranged everything. (keys jangling) Here's your key to the rental car. And here's to your place. (keys jangling) There. - Uh, Mr. Hansen, we've discussed the possibility of selling. - Mmm-hmm. - You think we can get a few thousand? - In kroners to dollars? Oh, the check, please. - I'll bet it's not the Taj Mahal. (patrons chatting
and laughing) - No, you shouldn't have any problems finding the village. I've traced it to your
route on the map down there. Any other questions? - Um. No. My navigator will get us there. - Okay, see you. - Thank you, Thomas. Well, do you buy this joint? (soft dramatic music) (speaking in foreign language) Well, the hell with that. You can't understand what these Swedes are talkin' about, anyway. - Peter, we should turn right here. - There? No, no, no, we are
farther up the road here. - Dennis,
what do you think? Left or straight? Left. (tires squealing) (birds squawking) (sign creaking) - Ah, excuse me. I'm looking for a house that
belonged to Annie Holst. Are you familiar with her? Annie Holst? Wait. - Maybe they didn't understand you. - Well, they obviously knew her. Oh, Jesus. - [Sarah] Here, shut off the car. - [Peter] All right. (sign creaking) (patrons chatting in foreign language) Hello. Uh. Hi. Yeah. (glass squeaking) Hi. My name is Peter Mitchell, and, uh, I've got a problem
. (glass squeaking) You see, we're lost and
we're trying to find our way. No, um, no. Look, Annie Holst. Are you familiar with that name? (soft dramatic music) (coin clattering) (man laughing) - [Man] Sir, maybe I could help you. - [Sarah] This map is even
lousier than Thomas's. - [Peter] Well, be glad I was able to find someone who's willing to help us. People here treat us like we got the flu. - How far have we come
from the crossroads? - Um. We've come about two kilometers since we made the t
urn. There should be a building
up here on the left. - Yeah, if this is the right road. - Yeah. (soft dramatic music) (car sputtering) What the hell is this? - Didn't you fill her up? - Of course I did. (car sputtering) (tires squealing) (ignition clicking) Yeah. - Don't worry, Dennis. We're almost there. (soft dramatic music) Maybe it's the starter. Oil compression?
(children eerily vocalizing) - [Peter] Please! - Okay, I'm just trying to help. - Trust me, I got it under control. (children eeri
ly vocalizing) Weird psycho car. (remote control car whirring) (engine revving) Did you touch something? (eerie music) (eerie whispering) - That can't be it. Maybe we should turn around? - No, I think we better go check it out. (Sarah sighing) (owl hooting) (eerie music)
(owl hooting) (keys jangling)
(lock clicking) This is it. Jesus, Sarah. Could you imagine what it's like inside? Come on, say something. It's a castle. It is the Taj Mahal. Oh bless you, Annie Holst. - It is gorgeous. (eerie mus
ic) What do you think, Dennis? - You see, Sarah, he's amazed. - He is not. - Yeah, he is. (clock ticking) (soft dramatic music) Hey, Sarah, this could be your work room. If you don't like it,
we got 40 more to see. Come on, Dennis, let's go check it out. This place is incredible! Sarah! Sarah, you wouldn't believe this upstairs! It's, it's, it's immense! Oh my God! My God, look at this room! Sarah, you gotta come up and see this. Sarah? This room is mine? I own this place? This incredible mansio
n? I mean, just a gift from this woman I've never even met before? I own this huge, gigantic
house that's just, I'm lord of all I survey! (screaming) Sarah? (screaming) Sarah? (suspenseful music) - I am sorry I scared you. I didn't hear you come in. Besides, in this country we knock before entering a house. - Well, not if you own it. Who are you? - Peter, this is Margareth Johnson. She, ah, she was Annie's housekeeper. - Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Peter Mitchell. - I know who you are, sir. I have
tea prepared. (eerie music) - Looks like Dennis has made a friend. - That was Annie's son. Her only child. Dear old Annie. - What was she like? - A dear soul. Giving and loving. Who through her whole life
carried a great grief. - Why, what happened? - She loved a man and they had a son out of wedlock. She was left alone to raise her son and times were hard. Then wonderful business
opportunities came up, so she had to leave this
village for the city and couldn't take her boy with her. So she pla
ced him in a home
for children without parents, in an orphanage. Yes. And uh, before she could
send for him, he died. Her son and all the other children died from a disease of some kind. To of the end she believed
she could actually see him, but she wasn't in complete
control of her mind. I'm sorry. Is there anything else? Will you be needing my
services any longer? - Of course, Margareth. - Mrs. Johnson, you may
come and go as you please. - Thank you. Now, you ought to have some place. Tomorrow
I give you the
grand tour of the house. Goodnight. And then welcome. (footsteps echoing) (billiard ball thudding) (soft dramatic music) (eerie bongo drum music) (man yelling) (eerie vocalizing)
(bongo drum music) (plate clattering) (laughing) (cane creaking)
(eerie vocalizing) (thudding) (cane creaking)
(eerie vocalizing) (panicked breathing) (eerie dramatic music) (glass shattering)
(clattering) (hand patting) - Dennis? Dennis? What's the matter? (heartbeat thumping softly) (sighing) Come on.
Come here. Now don't worry. It was only a dream. Yes, it was. Okay? Hey. (heartbeat thumping softly) (knocking) (strange synth music)
(slow piano music) (footsteps clomping) (remote control car whirring) (soft dramatic eerie music) (controller thudding) (soft dramatic eerie music) - Up here there's really not much to see. Just things that we stuffed away. If all these things could talk I'm sure they could tell
some interesting tales. (door creaking) (soft dramatic music) Come here. (door creakin
g) (soft eerie music) (birds squawking) Look there. That belonged to her son. Nobody has touched it in
almost 50 years, I think. She couldn't give it away and she got depressed if she saw it, so it ended up standing here
among all these other things. - That's a shame. It's such a gorgeous antique. I could restore it. (speaking in foreign language) And you do as you like, ma'am. But I wouldn't touch it. There is too much heart connected with it. And Annie, God rest her,
wouldn't want you to. I'm
sorry. - Peter, it's okay. I changed my mind. - Whatever you say, dear. (soft eerie music) (water babbling) (soft eerie music) (metal clattering) (eerie music) (children laughing) (eerie whispering) - Can't you see him? - No. (soft dramatic music) He went down the road, I think. I'll go get him. - Please find him. Dinner's gonna be ready soon. And Peter? We need to call a plumber. This sink is driving me crazy. Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. I'll finish up. - Yes. - [Sarah] We'll see you after supper.
- Yes, ma'am. (wind howling) (ball pinging) (door creaking) (door thudding) (ball pinging) (eerie music) (ball pinging) - Hello? (eerie music)
(ball pinging) Is anybody here? Dennis? Dennis? Is that you? (sighing) Boy, he's deaf. (ball thumping) (eerie music) (birds flapping) (ball thumping) God damn it, Dennis. Are you crazy? Your mother would kill you
if she knew you were here. Come on. Come on. (eerie whispering) What? Come on. (eerie music) No more games, Dennis. Let's go. (eerie vocalizing
) - Have you called someone to fix that? - No, not yet. (water gurgling) - You think you can do it? - Me? No way, I'm photographer, not a plumber. Don't worry, I'll get someone to fix it. Are you working tomorrow? - All day, I have rewrites. - Well, that's too bad. I was thinking of taking
you and Dennis fishing. - Oh, that's sweet. I'll ask him. - [Peter] Good. I'll call the plumber. - Dennis. Would you like to go fishing tomorrow? - Play with Bill? - Who's Bill? (eerie piano music) - No, no, i
t's just an
ordinary stopped up sink. (plumber murmuring) No. No, the water won't drain out of the sink. (plumber murmuring) Yeah, exactly. Then you'll be here tomorrow? (plumber murmuring) Yeah, okay. Thank you. Bye. Geez. Ah, there'll be a guy named
Frank here tomorrow after lunch. (mindless chattering) - You didn't tell me about Bill. - Bill?
(eerie piano music) Who's Bill? - Dennis says you took him away from Bill when they were playing, and he doesn't want to
go fishing tomorrow. He'd rathe
r play with Bill. You didn't tell me he was running around that old house, either. (Peter sighing) - He's a teenager, Sarah. A Boy Scout. He's curious, adventurous. Don't you remember when
you were a boy, Sarah? - Oh, very funny. Dennis, didn't Peter meet Bill? (eerie piano music) - Well? - Sarah. All right, enough. It's obvious he's created
himself a fantasy buddy. - Oh. - Well, shit, I don't know. He says his friend's name is Bill, fine. But I didn't meet him. (eerie piano music) (eerie vocali
zing)
(bongo drum music) (eerie wailing) (eerie vocalizing)
(bongo drum music) (cane creaking) (eerie thudding) (eerie vocalizing)
(bongo drum music) (sighing) (eerie piano music) (water dripping) - [Sarah] Peter, is Dennis awake yet? - Yeah, he's awake. (eerie piano music) (reel whirring) - Chapter 14. It was one of those
days when all she wanted was to be alone. Her husband was in New York and it felt great to have
some peace and quiet. She sat there daydreaming and then she looked out the win
dow. (door clicking) She could hear the sound of the branches beating against the window, but she didn't notice the dark shadow that turned up behind her. (clattering) Aw, yuck. Let's see. Gotta start again. (sighing) She could hear the branches beating against the window. She had a strange feeling that someone was going to turn up today. Could it be that old high
school boyfriend that she knew? (box thudding)
(screaming) - I tried knocking, but nobody heard me. I'm Frank. What's the problem, hu
h? (eerie piano music) (pipes clattering) (water gurgling) (sighing) (water gurgling) (eerie piano music) (sighing) (eerie piano music) (water gurgling) (rocks ticking) (camera clicking) (rocks ticking)
(bell clanging) (camera clicking) - Yo, Bill! (rocks ticking) Come out! Wherever you are. It's your friend Dennis
and his friend Peter. (rock ticking) Hello? Is anybody... (horn honking) - Hello, Peter. - Thomas! - [Thomas] Dennis. - Good to see you again. - Still planning to sell the old house?
- Old, my ass. That was some heavy duty surprise shit. I still can't believe it. I'd like to find Annie Holst and bless her wherever she is. - Oh, she's certainly
not in the graveyard. - Graveyard? Where? - Well, it's not really a graveyard, but that's where the kids who had died in the orphanage are buried. - Orphanage? - Yeah. You're standing right in front of it. (rocks ticking) (water gurgling) It was more than 50 years ago. Some stories say the
children in their madness threw themselves fro
m up there down here. I don't know. I'm only a country lawyer. But if you're really interested, you should talk to old Charles. He was the administrator
of the place back then. Come on, I'll show you the
graveyard I told you about. You're gonna find some very fascinating photos to take there. (eerie synth music) - Come on, let's go. - [Thomas] What's wrong? - All right, you can stay here, but... (eerie synth music) (dramatic music) (eerie vocalizing) - [Thomas] They buried the children here. In
fact, Annie Holst's
son is here somewhere. - [Peter] Well, where is he buried? Didn't they mark his grave? - No, they didn't mark any of them. (camera clicking) So, they didn't know where to find Bill. (soft dramatic music) - What did you say his name was? - Bill. Annie's boy. He too died over there. - Wait a minute. Annie's son's name is Bill? (eerie synth music) (baby crying and cooing) (eerie synth music) (cane creaking) (eerie synth music) - Did you say 350? - Um, I'm sorry, I didn't
think i
t would cost so much. I have 250 I can pay you now and the rest later when Peter gets back. Look, Peter's gonna be
back here any second. We can go outside. - What's wrong? - This may sound crazy, but Dennis's friend, his name is Bill. (bird squawking) I don't know, maybe I'm, I don't know what I'm talking about here. (eerie synth music) (cane thudding) (cane creaking) (cane whipping and thudding) (eerie synth music) God damn it, Dennis. I told you not to go inside. Now I don't mind you exploring
, but if anything happens to you. Ah. Go. (ball thumping) (cackling) - You don't have to pay with money. - What exactly do you mean by that? - Don't you dare. (screaming) (dramatic music) (glass shattering) (dramatic music) - Hey, Peter. What the hell is Frank doing here? - Well, we had a problem with
the plumbing in the kitchen. (Sarah screaming) (dramatic music) Sarah, put down the gun. (engine starting) (dramatic music) - Don't do anything stupid, Peter. (speaking in foreign language) Unfortu
nately, the police can't be here for a few hours. - Why the hell not? There is a lunatic
running around out here! - Easy, Peter. Come on, this isn't
the Hollywood precinct. We're in the country. Thomas, there must be something we can do. The guy is probably halfway
to Stockholm by now. - Well, he usually works for old Charles. Maybe he knows something. (dramatic synth music) - Dennis! - Sarah! - [Sarah] Don't worry. I'll deal with him. (bird squawking) (door slamming) - I've met him before. - Wh
at? - At the bar in the village. He showed us the rest of
the way to the estate, but he sure as hell didn't meet Dennis. I can't understand why Dennis... - I didn't you realize
you and Peter had met. - Well, that was just for a few minutes. Did my map help you, Peter? - Yes, it did, but unfortunately I'm not here to talk about maps. We're looking for Frank. - Oh no. What did he do now? (cane creaking) - Well, I believe it's
a matter for the police. Have you seen him? - Not since yesterday. If he
did a bad thing,
you must forgive him. He's still a child. - A child? Well, that's one way to put it. - Dennis, I am trying to understand. You don't make any sense. Charles. That man back there. Killed the children? God, what is happening to you? (birds squawking) (sighing) - Yes, Peter, I'm sorry
to hear about all this, but um, I personally talk to him. And the police, of course. So we'll get this thing taken care of. - Yeah, well you better, 'cause if I find the son of a bitch... - Mmm. - I d
on't know what I'll do. (laughing) - Don't worry, young man. - I'm sure you noticed
Dennis's reaction outside. You haven't met him by
any chance, have you? - I'm afraid not. Where shall I have met him, do you mean? - How about your old orphanage? He's been very interested
in playing around there. He seems to have made a friend with a kid named Bill. - Orphanage? I'm afraid I don't know
anything about the orphanage. - I don't understand. You were the county administrator. You must know something.
- Listen, young man. I'm old. I don't remember much from those days. And I think you should
keep your boy out of there. It's not a good place
for children playing. Not anymore. So you do know something about it. Peter, I think Sarah and
Dennis are waiting for us. Come on Peter. Why did you stop me? (birds squawking) - I just realized we
couldn't get any further with that old man. - Yeah, another charming sleazebag. What's going on, Thomas? - It seems probable that there's still some kind of rec
ords about the orphanage. I could make some inquiries
if you're interested. - Please. (birds squawking) - Frank? Frank! (dramatic music) - [Peter] I'm sorry to
trouble you at home, but this is important. - [Larry] Isn't Thomas Hansen taking care of things for you, Peter? - No, no, he's been fine. He's been very helpful,
as a matter of fact. - Then what are you calling me for? - Well, aside from Thomas and Margareth, it seems that, well,
everyone in the village thinks we're crazy for living here.
- Peter, that makes sense, since you're related to Annie Holst. Thomas told me that she
thought her dead son was alive in that old orphanage, right? - Which brings me to my second point. It seems that Dennis has met Bill, also. And he apparently is
obsessed with the orphanage and whatever is in there. - Oh, Dennis has been
listening to Thomas's stories. He's fantasizing. - For god's sakes, Dennis is deaf. - Listen, if this is
all so important to you, why don't you just sell the place? You would
n't object to making
a lot of money, now would you? (billiard ball thudding) - I've had it, Peter. Let's go home. - Yeah, you're right. Maybe it is time. But there's something... - But what? I was almost raped! My son has horrible nightmares. He has some fantasy friend named Bill. Who the hell's Bill? (billiard ball thudding) Dennis. Who's Bill? Oh, great. Now he's a photograph. (door slamming) - I'm sorry, Dennis. But it's tough to believe in
something you just can't see. (door creaking) (eerie
synth music) (eerie piano music) (timer clicking) (water trickling) (eerie piano music) (baby crying)
(carriage creaking) (eerie synth music) Jesus Christ. (clattering in the distance) Sarah? (knocking) Sarah, come here! - What is it? - I think you'll want to see this. (eerie synth music) Dennis was alone when I shot this. - [Sarah] Cute. Real cute photographer's trick. - I didn't touch the negatives, Sarah. - [Sarah] You expect me to believe that? - For god's sake, Sarah,
I checked the negativ
e. He only showed up when
I developed the print. - Is this your friend Bill? That's it, we're leaving. - Wait a minute. Dennis has got a problem here. We can't just leave. - Wanna bet? Come on. What do you mean no? I'm your mother! - What did he say? - He has to help his friend Bill and the children. - Hello, Peter. Thomas here. Yeah, I've got something of interest. Seems old Charles was
skimming public money and then for the orphanage children. Yeah. (suspenseful music)
No, just wait there. I'l
l be right over. Of course, bye-bye. - I knew Thomas would get something. (sledgehammer thudding) (dramatic music) (laughing) (flames crackling) (chuckling) (flames crackling)
(dramatic music) - Thomas called. Sarah, he says he has
some very interesting information about Charles
and the orphanage. - Well, he can stick it. - Sarah, he's on his way here. - Goodnight, Dennis. - Come on, let's get a drink. - Okay. (owl hooting)
(footsteps crunching) (Peter sighing) - It's been over two hours. He sho
uld be here by now. - [Sarah] I'm gonna go to bed. (knocking) - [Peter] Hey, he's here. - Oh, Mr. Mitchell. I had to come to see you. I must tell you that... - Come in, Margareth. - I, I never, never heard
about something like this. (remote control car whirring) - Thomas is dead? - Oh God, what happened? - They think Frank did it. - Where are you going? - To check on Dennis. (dramatic music) Peter! (dramatic music) (eerie vocalizing) (dramatic music) Where could he be? But one morning I woke up
and he was wiping mud off the floor, and I'm sure that he was
walking through the swamp... - What does that have to do with it? - Because between the
orphanage and the cemetery there is a swamp and I'm
sure he was in there. (soft dramatic music)
(panicked breathing) (remote control car whirring) (banging)
(dramatic music) (eerie whispering) Maybe he's in the graveyard. (dramatic music) - Where are you? (thunder clapping) Where are you? (dramatic music) (gun thudding) - There's a swamp between th
e, between the orphanage and the cemetery. - I can't take this anymore! - Well, just shut up!
- I'm going crazy! Just find him! (dramatic music) (moaning) - I'm going as fast as I can. - Just listen to me. Maybe I should drive. I've been putting up
with you for two weeks. I've had it with you. (dramatic music) (coughing) (eerie dramatic music) (wheezing)
(dramatic music) (glass shattering)
(roaring) (body thudding) (wind howling softly) (soft synth music) Peter, I'm just scared, okay? - So am I.
We'll find him. Come on, trust me. We'll find him. (remote control car whirring) (violins sharply screeching) (ball thudding) (sledgehammer thudding) (violins sharply screeching) (sledgehammer thudding) (violins sharply screeching) (sledgehammer thudding) (violins sharply screeching) (sledgehammer thudding) (Frank screaming) (suspenseful music) (water splashing) (suspenseful music) (eerie vocalizing)
(dramatic music) (Frank screaming) (ripping)
(Frank screaming) (eerie whispering) (soft synth m
usic) - Dennis! Oh, Dennis! Here. Oh, thank God. (birds squawking) Peter. I want to go home. - Whatever you say, dear. (soft synth music) (dramatic music) (ax thumping) (contemporary flute music)
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