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Preacher on radio: Reckless sinful way throughout this life.
The Lord has told me
that the open gates of Hell
are yawning up widely in our path.
Yes, the flames
of perpetual damnation
are ever ready to grasp our souls.
We know the way of the righteous man.
Yeah, we know the prayer
of the righteous man.
I'm telling you that the Lord has spoken.
Yes, the Lord has spoken to me.
Mike Enslin. Checking in.
Honey. Mr. Enslin.
We were afraid you weren't going to show.
Oh it's such an honor to have you here.
- Terrible night out there. - If I could just get the key,
I'll settle in and we can talk in the morning after...
You probably want to hear all about our haunted history.
Well, this staircase here, this is where the maid
reputedly hung herself in 1860.
- Oh. - There's a picture!
- Can we do this in the morning? - Wait wait.
It's printed in our brochure.
- Did we send you one of these? - Uh, probably did.
- Do you see her in the window? - Yeah, there she is.
That's a photo that a guest took in 1986.
In your letter you mentioned that the rooms
with the most paranormal activity
were in the attic. Could I have one of those rooms?
That's right, because the attic is on the third floor
which is the former servant's quarters.
People say that all of Sylvia's children
died up there of tuberculosis.
- All of them? - Guests have reported strange sounds.
At the stroke of midnight there's been weird noises.
Now our best advice is to lock your door from the inside.
- Isn't that right, honey? - That's right.
You take care, you just lock it from the inside.
As soon as you give me the key.
I'm so... right. Got it right here.
- Number 14, you can't miss it. - Been a long drive.
- Good luck. - All right, we'll see
what the night brings.
Mike: Mrs. Clark, the proprietor,
says she hasn't slept a night
since acquiring the inn and I believe her.
No no no, I pity her.
But in any case, the eggs Benedict are delicious
and if you call in advance, Mrs. Clark says
she will bake her famous flourless chocolate cake.
On a Shiver Scale, I award the Weeping Beach Inn six skulls.
Screw 'em, five skulls.
- Hi. - Oh hey.
How's it going? Can I help you?
Yeah, I'm here for the big event.
All right. Cool.
I'm Mike Enslin.
- Book signing. - Oh, right.
Oh, that's you, yeah. I see the resemblance, yeah.
- That's a good picture. - Thanks, man.
All right, hold on.
Um... attention, book lovers.
Tonight we have noted occult writer
at the Author's Corner tonight.
He's the writer of the best-selling ghost survival guides,
um... with such titles as "10 Haunted Hotels,"
"10 Haunted Graveyards,"
"10 Haunted Lighthouses. "
That's tonight, 7:00 pm.
Mike: Anyway, so I really enjoyed writing it,
and that's kind of a history of the book.
And I hope you enjoy it, or enjoyed it.
Uh, you know, stay scared.
Right? Any questions?
Where's the scariest place you've ever been?
Scariest place I've ever been?
Uh, I've never heard that question before.
That's a joke.
Well, all these places have very colorful histories.
I would say, if I had to pick a top one,
I would say Bar Harbor,
the site of the grisly McTeig wedding night murders.
That's an intense place. Or maybe St. Cloud, Minnesota,
where the crazed war widow threw her baby down a well.
I mean, those all have a lot of... I mean, it's thick.
- The air is thick. - What about poltergeists?
Look, I'm a good researcher. I go into every gig locked and loaded.
I travel with an EMF meter, full-range spectrometer,
infrared camera. I mean, look, nothing would make me happier
than to experience a paranormal event,
you know, to get a glimpse of the elusive light
at the end of the tunnel.
So you're saying there's no such thing as ghosts?
I'm saying I've never seen one,
but they're awful convenient for desperate hotels
when the interstate moves away.
This thing has really gone off the rails. Who has a pen?
- I do. - Which one?
Uh, but seriously, Mike, if I want to see a real live ghost,
where's my best bet?
- Guaranteed? - Yeah.
Haunted Mansion, Orlando.
- Stay scared. - Thank you.
Cashier: Hey, Ray, can you lock up?
I got band practice tonight.
What rock did you find that under?
- Um, eBay. - EBay, huh?
How much did it go for?
Well, there weren't many bidders.
I would think not.
- Wow. - But it's, um...
- an amazing book. - Oh.
Um, so... unique
and inspirational and honest.
Thanks. What's your name?
- Um, Anna. - Okay, Anna.
Are you gonna write another one like this one?
Nah, it's a different guy.
- can I ask you a question? - Sure.
Um, the relationship in the book
with the father and the son... it's probably too personal,
- but, um, it's so authentic and... - Mm-hm.
is it true?
Well, thank you for this. I really appreciate it.
- Man: Good boy! - Man #2: Yo, homey...
Woman: Just a minute, Tiffany!
Yeah, I'm just gonna tie it inside my suit here.
Man: Yo, Greg, check him out!
Woman: Did you see what happened?
Are you okay, buddy?
Hey, are you breathing?
- Woman: No! - Man: Serious as a heart attack.
We got 325. That is back here, I think.
This is the one. Sign on the line, please, sir.
Oh, you mean right here?
- Have yourself a beautiful day. - Thank you.
- Thank you very much. - Hey, man, you've been gone a while.
- Hey, Jackson, what's up? - Oh by the way, dude,
I read your last book... the "10 Haunted Mansions" thing.
Man, that's some scary shit.
Later on, dude.
- Hi. - Hi, how you doing?
- Hi. - Good.
Woman: Good evening, Dolphin Hotel.
How might I direct your call?
Mike: Yeah, hi, I'm calling about room 1408.
One moment please, sir.
Man: How may I help you?
Yeah, I'd like to stay in room 1408 please.
That room is unavailable, sir.
I didn't tell you which date.
How about Saturday?
The following Tuesday?
Man: Somebody, anybody, where's good Chinese near 48th?
I got to have lunch with that idiot from Random House. Anybody?
Sam, Mike Enslin calling from Los Angeles again.
I'll take it in there.
Clay, you got a sec for Mike Enslin?
- Say yes. - Yes.
Great. Now look, this guy tends to get a little morose,
so try to keep the energy up. Otherwise he stews in his own funk.
- Mike! - Mike: Hey, Sam.
Hey hey, read the first five chapters last night.
Spooky shit, couldn't sleep a wink.
Great. Hey, did you take care of that thing?
You'd better believe I did. And I got our top lawyer here right now.
Mike, Clay, Clay, Mike.
- Hi, Clay. - Mike.
Talk fast, all right? This guy's $400 an hour.
All right, Clay, what's up with the Dolphin?
Yeah, the Dolphin.
That stick-up-its-ass relic on Lexington.
Too posh for a free plug, right?
Well, you are gonna love what Clay's cooked up.
He dug around and found you... are you sitting down?
- A Federal Civil Rights law.
Like somebody would discriminate against you,
a well-to-do white guy. But the law's the law, right, Clay?
Ergo, if the room's not occupied
- they have to give it to you. - Really?
Yeah. Now look, the manager there's gonna put up a stink
but he knows the drill.
- Nothing you can't handle. - So, Mike...
we'll book the room and if they refuse
we'll rattle our sabers and file suit.
- So it's all done? - Thanks, Clay. Get lost, all right?
Yeah, Mike, are you there?
Yeah, uh, on a more personal note,
are you sure you want to come here?
Yeah, of course. It'll make a solid closing chapter of the book.
Yeah yeah, I know the routine.
But, I mean, it's New York.
All that happened... you really want to put yourself through that?
- I'll be quick. - Are you gonna call Lily?
No. I don't want to impose.
In and out. Nobody gets hurt.
It's just a job.
Driver: Here you are, Dolphin.
Man: Hey! Taxi!
Woman: It's a beautiful room, with fabulous views of the city.
Woman: It's a beautiful room, with fabulous views of the city.
Pardon me, ladies.
Man: Thanks very much.
Welcome to the Dolphin, sir.
- Are you checking in? - Mike Enslin.
And how are we spelling that today?
- N-S-L-I-N? - N-S-L-I-N.
Uh, would you excuse me for a moment, sir?
Mr. Dempsey, Mike Enslin's just checked in.
- Where is he? - He's over at my desk.
That's fine, Marie. I'll take care of it.
It'll just be a minute, Mr. Enslin.
Good evening, sir. Can I help you with your bag?
- No. - Very well.
Mr. Enslin, I'm Gerald Olin,
manager of the Dolphin.
If there's anything that I can do for you while you're here...
dinner reservations, theater tickets,
maybe a Knicks game? Anything...
just tell me. I am at your service.
Well, if I can just get the key to 1408, I can get out of your hair.
Oh, we were thinking of upgrading you to a penthouse suite.
Insistent, aren't we?
Could you please humor me
by coming to my office for a more private conversation?
- Sure. - Excellent.
Come in. Make yourself comfortable.
1408 a smoking room?
As a matter of fact, it is. Yes.
Good, one less worry in the watches of the night.
Care for a cigar?
No thank you, I don't smoke.
Oh this, yeah. That's...
in case nuclear war breaks out.
I gave it up a long time ago.
It's part habit, part superstition.
It's, you know, a writer thing.
You do drink, don't you?
Of course, I just said I was a writer.
Le Cinquante Sept Deces, 1939.
About $800 a bottle, when you can find it.
I appreciate the bribe, but I intend on staying in that room.
- How long? - How long?
My usual is overnight.
No one's ever lasted more than an hour.
You ought to shave your eyebrows and paint your hair gold
if you're gonna try to sell that spookhouse bullshit.
Otherwise, you'll scare the children.
Why are you mocking me when I am genuinely,
to the best of my ability, trying to help you?
No, you're playing a little game.
You're selling the mystique.
But eventually, we both know
you're gonna give me the key and I'm gonna go up to the room
and I'm gonna write my story and your bookings are gonna go up 50%.
Do you mind if my little friend records our conversation?
I'll take that as a yes.
Sir, you quite misunderstand the situation.
Now, I know the Dolphin doesn't have the cachet of the Plaza
or the Carlyle,
but we operate at 90% capacity.
And my concern here is not for the hotel.
My concern here is not for you.
I don't want you to check into 1408
because I don't want to clean up the mess.
Now hotels are all about presentation
and fertile creature comforts.
My training is as a manager,
not a coroner.
Under my watch there have been four deaths... four.
After the last one, I forbade any guest
from checking into 1408 ever again.
The last one was David Hide, orthodontist, manic-depressive.
Slit his wrist, did a little self-surgery,
turned himself into a eunuch, right?
Yes. So you've done your homework.
I'm a professional too.
Well, grievously, in its 95-year existence,
the hotel has seen seven jumpers,
four overdoses, five hangings,
- three mutilations... - Three mutilations...
two stranglings. General manager Gerald Olin
is well-versed in the hotel's tragic history,
dryly reciting the docket of carnage like a bookkeeper
discussing his ledger.
Well, you think you're clever, don't you?
I know the game.
Well, during your investigation,
did you discover the 22 natural deaths
that have occurred in 1408?
Ah, didn't find out about them
because the newspapers don't print anything about them.
Hmm. All told, there have been 56 deaths
56? You're shitting me.
You don't know anything.
The causes of death in 1408 range
from heart attack, stroke, drowning...
- Drowning? - Yes, one Mr. Grady Miller
drowned in his chicken soup.
That's hard to do. How... how did he do that?
Interesting. It's all in here.
I will let you have this and give you access to my office.
You can take notes, put it all in your book.
My only condition
is that you do not stay in that room.
You'll let me look at all that stuff?
I never did get that drink.
- Oh, that is good. - Here, keep it.
Compliments of the house.
- I'm still staying. - Damn it to hell!
All right here. Here, read the godforsaken thing.
I guarantee you, once you've read it
you won't want to stay in 1408.
The first victim: Mr. Kevin O'Malley,
sewing machine salesman.
Checked into the hotel the first week it opened...
- October, 1912. - Cut his own throat, right?
Oh, that's not the horrific part.
Afterwards, in a fit of insanity,
he tried to stitch himself back together
using an old sewing needle before he bled to death.
Look, Mr. Enslin, you don't have to stay in 1408.
You can take photographs of 1404.
It has the exact same layout and no one will ever know the difference.
- My readers expect the truth. - Your readers?
Your readers expect grotesqueries
and cheap thrills.
"The headless ghost of Mr. Eugene Rilsby
still walks his abandoned farmhouse. "
"The Barking Phantom of Mount Hope Cemetery. "
A direct quote... how'd you know that?
Your books aren't hard to find.
They're on the bargain shelves
of any paperback novel store;
full of cynicism, written by a talented, intelligent man
who doesn't believe in anything or anyone but himself.
Guilty as charged.
Hey listen, this meeting's over. Why don't you give me the room?
Oh please, don't act like a hurt schoolgirl.
- In fact, you surprised me. - Oh.
You are not the hack-n-slash I expected.
I rather liked the first one, the hardcover.
What was it called? "The Last Walk... "
"Long Road Home. "
"The Long Road Home," yes.
I rather thought the father was a bastard.
Yeah, he was.
look man, just give me the key.
- Mr. Enslin... - Just give me the key!
Listen, I stayed at the Bigsby house.
I brushed my goddamn teeth right next to the tub
where Sir David Smith drowned his whole family.
And I stopped being afraid of vampires when I was 12.
Do you know why I can stay in your spooky old room, Mr. Olin?
Because I know that ghoulies and ghosties
and long-legged beasties don't exist.
Even if they did,
there's no God to protect us from them, is there?
So I can't talk you out of this?
I think we've reached an understanding.
Come with me.
Most hotels have switched to magnetics.
An actual key. That's a nice touch... it's antiquey.
We have magnetic cards also, but electronics don't seem to work in 1408.
Hope you don't have a pacemaker.
General manager claims that the phantom in room interferes...
I have never used the word "phantom. "
Oh, I'm sorry. Spirit? Specter?
No, you misunderstand.
Whatever's in 1408 is nothing like that.
Then what is it?
It's an evil fucking room.
Oh, oui. Tres bien.
Why don't the owners just close the room?
The Yasuko Corporation prefers to pretend there's no problem.
Just as they pretend there's no 13th floor.
The room, it's got to be filthy.
I mean, the sheets haven't been changed in what? 11 years?
No no no, we're very professional.
1408 gets a light turn once a month.
I supervise, the maids work in pairs.
We treat the room as if it's a chamber
filled with poison gas.
We only stay 10 minutes and I insist the door remain open.
A few years ago, a young maid from El Salvador
found herself locked in the bathroom.
She was only there for a few moments,
but when we pulled her out, she was...
- She was dead. - No, blind.
She had taken a pair of scissors
and gouged her eyes out.
She was laughing hysterically.
- Ouch. - Your floor.
Well, this is where we part company.
This is as close as I get to 1408
unless it's that time of the month.
- See you tomorrow. - Mr. Enslin?
don't do this.
I'll call you about those Knicks tickets.
Okay. It's okay, sweetie. We're home now.
Here we go.
This is it?
You got to be kidding me.
Round one goes to the hideous Mr. Olin for effective aggressiveness.
I have to admit, he had me going for a moment.
But where is the bone-chilling terror?
Show me the rivers of blood.
It's just a room.
$8 for beer nuts.
This room is evil.
Mike's voice: Olin said hotels are about fertile creature comforts.
It's a good line, but I wonder
whether they're really about reassuring platitudes,
a prosaic sense of the familiar.
"Yes, I've been here before.
It's safe. "
There's a sofa,
a writing desk, a faux antique armoire,
Carpet's unremarkable, except for a stain
beneath a thrift-store painting of a schooner lost at sea.
The work is done in the predictably dull fashion
of Currier & Ives.
The second painting is of an old woman
reading bedtime stories... a Whistler knockoff...
to a group of deranged children
as another Madonna and child watch from the background.
It does have the vague air of menace.
The third and final painfully dull painting
is the ever-popular "The Hunt. "
Horses, hounds and constipated British lords.
Some smartass spoke about the banality of evil.
If that's true,
then we're in the seventh circle of Hell.
It does have its charms.
The panorama is typically cramped New York City view of nothing:
Dull, grey buildings all around;
Honking traffic below. The view of a...
- Radio: # We've only just begun... # - Ow!
- # To live... # - Holy shit.
# White lace and promises #
# A kiss for luck and we're on our way #
# We've only begun #
# Before the rising sun... #
Bravo, Olin. That is very unsettling.
# So many roads to choose #
# We start off walking and learn to run #
# And yet we've just begun... #
That means someone's in the room.
That is bizarre.
Finally I got something to write about.
A ghost that offers turn-down service.
All right, let's Encyclopedia Brown this bitch.
Started off the window,
hear the music, nab my head.
I turn around, go to the bed for the chocolate.
Then I go into the closet which would have...
my back was turned. It would have let
Houdini have time to come in here do the paper trick...
and he's in the living room.
You're gonna have to try harder, asshole!
Nice and warm for you up there?
It's hot down here, bubba.
- Woman: Front desk. - Hello, this is Mike Enslin.
- Guess which room. - Good evening, sir.
- Good evening. - Are you ready to check out?
Check out? No no no no no.
Check out, check out, no. Why would I check out?
Especially with this wonderful maid service. It's so discreet.
No no no, I need you to send somebody to fix my thermostat.
- Room's on fire. - Of course, sir.
We'll send an engineer right up.
- You will? - Absolutely.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
How many thin walls
have we put up with together,
How many sarcophagal chambers?
Hotel rooms are a naturally creepy place...
don't you think?
I mean, how many people have slept in that bed before you?
How many of them were sick?
How many of them lost their minds?
How many of them... died?
We came here to get the story,
and we don't rattle, do we?
It's not that what I'm seeing is not real.
It just ain't as real as it seems.
Man: You got a problem with the temperature?
Is it too hot or too cold?
What does it look like?
Come on in.
The box is right over here.
It's stuck around 80.
I said the box is right here.
I know where the hell it is, but I ain't going in this room.
You just have to walk six or seven feet.
I said I ain't going in. You know what happened in here?
Yes, I'm well aware of that.
Look, I'll talk you through it.
Any jackass can fix that thing.
Just remove the panel.
Okay, now above that coil
is a little tube filled with mercury.
That's supposed to activate the contact switch.
But this hotel's so goddamn old, half the shit in here don't work.
Just give the tube a little tap.
Just tap the damn thing!
Yeah, there it is.
Oh, sir, you're a genius.
A gentleman and a scholar.
Thank you. Let me give you...
Radio: # And yet we've just begun #
# Sharing horizons... #
Son of a...
Nobody lasts more than an hour.
Oh fuck! Jesus!
Ow! Son of a...
Ow! Fuck! Agh!
# We've only just begun #
# To li... #
- Hello? - Woman: Sir, I'm afraid there was
a miscommunication in the kitchen.
There's going to be a 10-minute delay with your sandwich.
Sandwich? What sandwich?
I didn't order any sandwich. What are you talking about?
I'm sorry. You're welcome to substitute
a side dish for your French fries.
We have cottage cheese, macaroni salad,
- coleslaw... - Listen to me. You win.
I'm checking out. I'm hurt.
Do you understand? My goddamn hand is hurt.
I understand. If you leave your dry cleaning out by 10:00 AM,
we'll have it pressed and returned by 5:00...
Shit, bitch! Call me a cab to the nearest hospital!
I'm hurt! Do you comprehend what I'm telling you?
Sir, I will not tolerate you speaking to me in that tone of voice.
You're an idiot! I'm gonna sue your ass!
I'm gonna take legal action! What's wrong with you?
If you wish, I can connect you with our manager Mr. Olin.
Good! Good good good good good! Put him on.
Put him on. I'm gonna blitz the son of a bitch.
Olin... good! Put him on now!
Man's voice: When staying at the Dolphin, be certain to enjoy
New York's finest dining at the fabled Sea Bream restaurant
on our mezzanine level. Muscles tense?
Then make an appointment to visit our deluxe spa
on the Coral level. With full massage,
facial and aromatherapy facilities,
- it will leave you feeling relaxed... - Hello?
And revitalized. Your call is important to us...
You win. You win.
All right. Okay!
Come on. Come on!
Come on. Come on.
Can anybody hear me?
You! Sir! Sir! Help!
Yeah! Yeah, you! Help!
Help! Help! You, sir!
Help! Can you see me?
Yeah! The Dolphin Hotel!
Call the police!
Hey! Look out!
I'm losing my mind.
Girl's voice: I can see you, Dad.
Daddy? Daddy, where are you?
I'm gonna get you.
Ready or not,
here I come.
Here you are.
I see you, Daddy.
Get ahold of yourself.
You're running to places that aren't real.
Get up. Get up.
You're losing the plot.
You're losing the whole goddamn structure.
Girl: Daddy! Find me.
A tired mind among classic haunted-house powers of suggestion.
Gaslit features, faded rugs,
like that motel in Kansas.
There's a reason for everything. Just think.
What is that? Is that a spycam?
Who is that? Are you enjoying this?
Is that the sadistic owner of the hotel or is that Olin?
Wait a minute.
He gave me booze.
He gave me booze. Did he take a sip?
I can't remember.
He dosed me!
It was the booze or the chocolates.
Never take candy from strangers.
All right, all right. I'm just hallucinating.
I'm just hallucinating.
I've just got to ride this out.
I've got to ride this out
for four or five hours and I'm straight. Okay.
You can do this.
Woman: Oh, man. I'm gonna get you.
You are finished. Come here. Come here!
Dad! Sit down!
Mike: You want me to sit down?
Mike: You want me to sit down?
- Yes! - Okay, hold on, hold on.
Let me find a good...
let me find a good frame here.
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the Most Ugliest Person Competition.
Fifth and fourth place
goes to Boris and Doris the goldfish.
Ladies and gentlemen! Let's get a closeup of those guys.
Let's have a closeup of Boris and Doris.
Look at that. Those are some ugly fish.
They're so ugly they're running from you.
Third place goes to Mike Enslin.
Right, how's this for ugly?
Second place goes to Lily Enslin.
That was good.
That's kind of like Beowulf meets a redneck.
- I like it. - And first place goes to Katie Enslin.
That is a terror. That is...
oh, God! Don't show me that face!
Oh, I can't look at it again.
Lily: Whatever you do, don't turn around.
Whatever you do, don't show us that face.
Ma'am, can you hear me?
Ma'am, I need your help.
Please, ma'am, can you hear me?
Kid, be quiet.
Man: I... wish...
I was dead.
Where's my garden?
I can't smell anything.
I hate this place.
How did I get here?
As you are...
As I am...
you will be.
Mike's voice: Maybe I'm not real.
Maybe I'm just having a nightmare...
an incredibly vivid
When is the last time I remember going to bed?
I flew in yesterday.
Or was that... today?
I can't remember.
Was I on a train?
I woke up somewhere
and I had breakfast.
Where was I? What did I eat?
Here it comes.
They say you can't die in your dreams.
Is that true?
The shock would wake you up.
So you couldn't really die.
All right, what are our options?
Got the hallway, got guest rooms on either side,
stairwell, fire exits.
And that's the next window...
the next room.
How many feet across is that?
six, seven, eight...
Nine, nine... 18 feet across.
Okay. I can do this.
If something should happen, if I should slip and fall,
I want it to be known that it was an accident.
did not win.
Okay, I can do this.
18 little steps.
Don't look down. Five...
Here we go.
All right. Okay.
Where is it? Where is it?
Get ahold of yourself.
You're running to places that aren't real.
Hotel rooms are naturally creepy places.
Strangely, the bedroom has no window.
Strangely, the bedroom has no window...
Woman: Dr. Edwards to Oncology.
Lily: Please, please.
No. No. Doctors don't know everything.
We can get another opinion, look for other treatment.
- You hear about... - Look at me.
...miracle cures. - Lily.
Oh God. Please, something.
Mike: What kind of god would do this to a little girl?
Katie: Daddy, I can't see you.
Daddy, I can't find you.
Daddy, I'm scared.
- Katie. - I'm scared, Daddy.
Daddy, help me.
Okay, how about the wireless?
Give me a signal. Give me a signal.
Computer: Good evening, Mike.
Mike, is that... is that you?
- I can barely see you. - Yes yes.
- It's like seeing a ghost. - No no no. Yes, it's me.
- It's me. It's Mike. - This is a little bizarre.
I mean, I haven't talked to you in a year
and suddenly you pop up in a box on my computer.
I'm sorry, Lily. Listen to me, please, quickly.
Look, I'm at work, okay? So why don't you call me at home tonight?
I'm trapped in this room, this place.
Mike, you're always trapped in weird places. That's your job.
No no, please, Lily. Listen to me.
- Please. - Lily Enslin.
- Hi. Yeah yeah. - Lily!
- I've got those. I'll be right down. - No. Lily!
Lily, please! Call the cops.
Send them to the Dolphin Hotel.
I'll call you back.
- You're in the city? - Yes!
- 2254 Lexington. - What are you doing in New York?
I'll tell you later. The Dolphin Hotel, room 1408.
- That's just perfect. - Please.
You walk out, you disappear. Leaving me what?
Not divorced. Separated? I don't know, it's not clear.
- Suddenly you need me? - Lily, I'm in a real bad spot here.
- I'm in danger. You understand? - Okay, Mike. Slow down.
You're not making any sense.
There's something trying to kill me right now.
No no no!
I've got a knife!
That's the way out.
Or that way. Or that way.
All right, that's the way out.
Lady, let me in!
- Help! Help! - Please, sleep.
- Lady, I'm coming through! - Mike!
Mike, can you help me? Where'd you go?
Mike: I got to get some cigarettes. You want something?
Mike: I've got to go. I'll be in California.
Mike, you can't do this.
She needs you. She lost a kid too.
You've got an amazing talent for stating the obvious, Pop.
You think I don't know that?
I'm trying to talk some sense into your head!
- Don't put your hands on me, old man! - Mike!
Talk? Why change what appears to be the habit of a lifetime, Pop?
You were always great at passing judgment,
but the problem is you never gave a shit.
I never gave a shit because you're a bullshit writer!
No no no no no no.
I can't help you.
I can't help you.
It's good to be back.
That's enough of that.
I was just checking to see if the accommodations
are exceeding your expectations.
You know goddamn well they are!
- What do you want from me? - No no no.
What do you want?
What do you want, Mr. Enslin?
- You sought this room. - It was a job. I was doing the job.
- I beg your pardon? - My job! I'm a writer.
Oh, that's right. You don't believe in anything.
You like shattering people's hopes.
Oh, that's bullshit!
Why do you think people believe in ghosts?
For fun? No.
It's the prospect of something after death.
How many spirits have you broken?
Mike's voice: She was in so much pain.
Lily: I'm sure she's smiling down on us right now.
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want?
I want my drink!
You win. You win.
- Katie: Mommy? - Lily: Hmm?
Katie: Why is the Bible purple?
I don't know why it's purple.
It was a wedding present.
My grandmother brought it all the way from Hungary.
Someday it'll be yours.
Are there people where I'm going?
Hey, you're not going anywhere, kiddo.