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Luke.
Well, this lot is full!
He must have left. Didn't like the looks of the place or something.
I didn't do it.
You could have.
So could you! Is this some fucked up idea of art, putting someone else's name to a painting?
No.
Mister very talky, would you please say what it is about this study that bothers you?
The whole thing feels like experimental misdirection. Like he says it's about one thing, a psychological profile of environmental effects on insomnia... and that'd be a legitimate study, but I think that we've been subjected to an academic bait and switch; he's really looking at something else.
We're fucked. We're in a haunted house and we can't get out until the morning.
You don't really believe it's haunted... Do you believe in ghosts?
That depends on your definition of ghosts. I'm going to check on her, and then I'm going to stay awake.
All night?
Yeah.
You want company?
Maybe someday.
You used the wrong test.
Will the two of you shut up! God damn it! Maybe the tests were right, Marrow. She's sensitive, she's vulnerable, but I don't think she's suicidal and I didn't have to test her. Maybe she wasn't trying to kill herself. Maybe she was really scared. Maybe she really heard voices.
Nell
how much is this car worth?
Was sure she'd be in here.
Where in the hell can she be.
Nell!
We can't stay here looking for her. She doesn't want to be found...
And this is my assistant, Mary Lambretta.
Greetings.
So why did you need the Addam's Family mansion for a scientific test?
I thought it best to be isolated, to be in a location with a definite sense of history, and I wanted to make sure that it wasn't so pleasant you'd all sleep too easily. You'll be taking a variety of tests, none of them harmful, and you've got the house, the grounds, and each other to keep you company.
That could have been worse.
Yeah.
Luke, can I talk to you?
Sure.
Because... well, I know I can trust you.
Why?
I've read your tests.
Do you need me anymore? Cause I'm going to bed. They can stay up talking another 45 minutes if they want, but I gotta try to get some sleep.
Go ahead.
And those are Luke's and mine.
There's a carriage house around back.
I gave my key to the gate to Todd, but the Dudleys'll be here in the morning.
Do we still get paid for the week?
You get your money.
Is that the question of compassion or science?
It's a question.
She got the child labor stuff from me.
It's not going to hold your weight.
Just stay there, Nell!
You're not telling us something.
Watts. Those were his keys Nell found. His roommate called and said Watts left when he was supposed to. I think he's here.
Hi, Luke Sanderson, bad sleeper, I'm your basic tosserturner, and you are...
Uh... Nell Vance...
And what kind of sleeper?
Well, I... uh...
Obsessive worrier. Join the club. And you? I'd guess...
I only saw Theo drive up.
Who's Watts?
The children. The children Hugh Crain built the house for. The children he never had.
Come on. These are the typically sentimental gestures of a depraved industrialist.
Couldn't get the last ones. You?
I did okay.
Welcome Home Eleanor. Welcome Home? I've never been here. Who did this?
It's somebody's idea of a joke.
Modelling smallgroup dynamics in the formation of narrative hallucinations. You brought us here to scare us. Insomnia, that was just a decoy issue. You're disgusting.
Is this true? I've been hypnotized?
Hi. I'm Todd Aubochon.
Greetings fellow insomniac.
Greetings fellow sheep counter.
These old Victorian houses are great, aren't they?
It's not Victorian, everyone thinks that the whole nineteenth century was Victorian. This is gothic, this is English Craftsman, this is Romanesque. This is... insane. Who lives here?
You know what I love about wine that comes in bottles like this?
What?
<u>Every</u> year is a good year.
Anything wrong... ?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
I wasn't expecting you.
Wanted to wish you luck. Not that you'll need it.
Attractive...
Don't ask.
I checked it personally.
What's happened...
Follow me.
Nicholas...
That you've involved Conrad... is unforgivable. I am now your enemy.
How concerned should I be?
It was a misunderstanding.
Someone's playing hardball. It's complicated. Can I ask a favor?
You know you can.
Find out about a company called C.R.S. Consumer Recreation Services.
Sounds like they make tennis rackets. What do we know?
Just what I told you.
Nothing else?
Christ... I can't believe it... invisible ink?
You're joking.
It's what they do. It's like... being toyed with by a bunch of... Depraved children.
Very well. If you tell me not to worry, I shan't.
Sam... Thank you.
He hasn't called back.
What about the house?
Illegal surveillance, reckless endangerment...
Attempted murder.