(young boy hums ''Paint It Black'')
OK.
- (guitar strumming) - Jackson came over to play.
(sings) Superheroes!
I was Black Power Ranger.
He was Batman.
Jake, are you OK in there, buddy?
I'm OK.
Can I ask you a question?
OK! Time to hit the sack.
- An important question. - There we go, big guy. Come on.
(groans)
- Can I wear bugs? - Bug pyjamas... are all the way downstairs.
But fire trucks are here.
- Bugs. - Fire trucks.
- Bugs. - OK, bugs.
I'll be right back.
(eerie whispering)
Does it hurt to be dead?
- Animal. - What did I do now?
- Can I tell him? - If you wanna die.
- Well, your beer-addled sperm still work. - Lisa!
- You impregnated my sister again. - Bitch!
- I thought you wanted me to? - I said ''Don't''!
The kid could have been born before he'd notice.
- You're not pregnant. - I feel ''Congratulations'' is more appropriate.
- You told her before you told me. - She's a witch!
She took one look at me and guessed.
Say something!
Bummer.
Something else!
So... she's six weeks pregnant. That means the baby's due in April, May,...
..June. Gemini. That's cool. Einstein was a Gemini.
- So's that Scottish gal from Garbage. - Will you go help Jake with his pyjamas?
- If she's late... - Lisa, I swear to God,...
..start with the Dionne Warwick stuff, I'll throw you out the fuckin' window.
- So please help him with the pyjamas. - Love you, too, Tom(!)
Hey, this is great. I mean it.
It's about time we had another kid. I was gonna bring it up myself.
- Really(?) - Absolutely!
- This time, you gotta take some time off. - Please! We can't afford that!
- We can. I'm gonna hit the overtime again. - I don't want you to work those hours again.
You come home in a trance. You're completely useless to me.
I'm gonna be fine, OK?
I'm just gonna tell Teddy to get somebody else for the thing.
- Oh, God! Oh, Tom! - What?
I'm sorry. I completely forgot. No wonder you're pissed off.
I'm not pissed off. I just... No, I'm... I'm not. I'm not.
I'm a grown man. I shouldn't be screwing around with some shitty band anyway.
Hey, look, l-l... I gotta go change. You know, put on something cool.
I love you.
I'm... I'm a happy guy.
You know, I'm not gonna be a lineman forever, I promise you that.
Whaddaya mean? 56
I clip... clip wire all day. A monkey could do it.
Yeah, but they're gonna move you into the office soon.
No, I meant, when we first got together, I said a lotta stuff about what I was gonna be,...
..and I just wanted you to know that, uh... I wasn't giving you some kinda line,...
..that I meant it.
I didn't marry you because I thought you were gonna be famous.
I just liked the way your ass looked in jeans.
I never wanted to be famous. I just, uh... I didn't expect to be... so...
What?
I don't know.
Ordinary.
(footsteps)
(eerie whispering)
Shhh.
Hang on! Hang on!
You know, I hope it's a girl.
I'm kinda sick of all these balls around the house. Except for yours, babe.
What are the odds on an educated single man being at this thing?
And I don't mean a GED!
- Does it matter if he's on the boner pill? - I wouldn't look a gift-boner in the mouth.
(Tom) Nice - that's very nice, Lisa(!)
- Hey! How you been? - Hey, Tom, Tom, Tommy! How ya doin'?
Oh, you would not believe the day I had.
- Take this. I'll get another. - Thanks.
- Harry. - Tom. Taking care of the place for me?
We're drilling holes all over your floors(!) I hope you don't mind.
Tom, you know my squaw Sheila. Bobby, Vanessa.
- Thanks for having me. - Drink up! Take your medicine.
Tom, how do you like the neighbourhood?
I grew up in Bridgeport, so it's not like it's a foreign country.
You're goddamn right. This is the best neighbourhood in Chicago.
We all look out for each other. That's saying a lot as we approach the year 2000.
- Are you running for mayor(?) - Hey, did any of you guys...
- ..see them crank dealers... - What is Lenny doing here?
Bobby, did you tell him you had a party?
- Vanessa made me. We invited everybody. - To actually invite this jack-off...!
Oh, yeah, laugh it up(!)
When you wake up dead with your throat cut, don't come crying to me!
Not attracted to.
Not drunk enough for.
Frightened by!
Argh!
Don't touch me. I'm fine.
(Jake's breathing)
Haven't you heard about people being operated on when they're under hypnosis?
Yeah, but I don't believe in any of that.
People who say they were hypnotised were just playing along.
- (Tom) Right. - Really?
Then how could they have a scalpel stuck into their throat without even bleeding?
- Bullshit! - You never saw that happen!
- That's bullshit! - Learn another word!
Yeah, what about ''narrow-minded''?
I saw a guy in my class get a two-inch needle stuck into his arm by my instructor...
- ..when he was under hypnosis. - Horseshit! That better, honey?
I saw a picture of it the next day. It left a mark.
What I don't understand is how a person that's been to college...
..can believe all that superstitious crap.
- (Lisa) It isn't superstitious! - Come on!
- I'm practically a licensed hypnotherapist. - ''Practically''?
Isn't that like saying ''I don't have a licence''? Ow! My arm!
This may come as a surprise to you, but just because you lived here for your whole life...
..doesn't mean that there isn't a whole larger world out there,...
..doorways you haven't even opened, things you wouldn't have any understanding of.
(man) Doorways... OK, OK. All right, Kreskin, prove it - hypnotise somebody.
- Yeah! Do me. - No.
- Why not? - For one, you're hostile.
I'm not hostile! Do I seem hostile to anybody?
- Uh... yeah. - Thanks for having us. It was a great party.
Nah, nah, this is just getting good. Come on, Lisa. Hypnotise me. Come on!
- No. You're drunk. - I'm not drunk!
You're not supposed to mesmerise somebody who's been drinking!
Mesmerise! No! Stop!
Oh, please! I'm begging you. Educate the savages.
It won't work with that kind of uncooperative attitude.
I swear to you, I'll follow every instruction to the letter.
It still won't work.
Come on.
What's the worst that can happen?
- Somebody turn out the lights. - (man) Oh, yeah!
- (laughter) - (man) Whoo!
(Lisa) All right, just relax. Put your arm down. Just rest it comfortably. Just lean back.
Just be very comfortable and relaxed.
Trust me. OK?
- Close your eyes. - Certainly, Lisa.
Now... just listen for a moment.
Listen to the sounds of the room around you.
(woman whispers) I don't know why, but I'm scared.
(Lisa) Now I want you to pretend you're in a theatre.
A movie theatre,
You're the only one there.
It's one of those great old movie palaces.
When you look around, it's a huge, empty theatre.
You notice that the walls of the theatre are painted in black.
The seats... are covered in black.
And in the whole pitch-black theatre,...
..there's only one thing you can see, and that's the white screen.
You'll notice there are letters on the screen - tall, thick, black letters.
But they're out of focus, so you drift closer to them in your chair, trying to read them.
You're very comfortable now. It's your favourite chair.
You're drifting closer and closer, staring at the letters.
Very relaxed now. Your legs are relaxed.
Your arms are limp and heavy.
You're almost close enough to read the letters now.
They start to come into focus.
The letters spell ''sleep''.
Sleep.
No!
- What the hell was that? - (laughter)
- What? What? What? - Are you OK? You had to be faking it.
That was the weirdest goddamn thing I've seen in my life!
Congratulations, Tom! You're one of the lucky eight percent!
- You still have tears on your cheeks. - What the hell did she do to me?
- Christ, I'm thirsty. - Whaddaya mean? What eight percent?
There's only eight percent of the population that's, like, highly hypnotisable.
Almost anybody can go under a little,...
..but not way under - not freaky under, like he did.
- How's your hand? - Whaddaya mean?
I stuck a safety pin in your hand and asked you to bleed on one side, but not the other.
- Which I can't believe you did! - You were very cooperative.
It was a side of you I hadn't seen before.
- That happened? - You said it didn't hurt.
(man #1) To hell with the pin! I wanna know more about your Joey Luca.
- (laughter) - (man #2) Yeah, right!
- Who? - (man #1) Joey Luca is the kid who...
..used to pound the shit out of you when you were 12.
You told us all about it. You were crying. It was hysterical!
- Shut up. - It was very moving, Tom.
Joey Luca! Jesus Christ, I haven't thought about him...
(sniffles)
Hey.
Can we go home? I... I feel kinda strange.
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
(exasperated sigh)
Close your eyes.
(kissing noises)
(she pants)
Uh!
What's the matter?
Don't stop.
- Don't stop. - OK.
(moans)
Ugh! Jesus Christ! Oh, my God!
- What? - I-l... I'm seeing things.
What do you mean?
Oh, no, no, no. Wait, wait, wait. I-l can't right now.
- Then you were faking it extremely well. - Ohh...
Wait. Stop, stop, stop! It's too weird.
Baby, that wasn't weird. I could show you weird.
(sighs)
I felt like I was being attacked.
Thanks(!)
I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't... (nervous gasps)
I-l... I'll be right back.
What the fuck...?!
Ah... Agh... Agh!
Arghhh...
Argh!
- (eerie voices) - Agh! Agh!
(distorted speech)
- Hey, Jake. - You're awake now, Daddy.
Are you OK?
Yeah. Yeah, I guess.
I just don't feel so good right now.
Don't be afraid of it, Daddy.
- What was it, then? An hallucination? - Yeah, a bunch of 'em.
It's like all these thoughts just kept coming. You believe this? I got seven calls.
Well, if it never happened before, it had to be the hypnosis.
I had this headache and I was thirsty as hell.
Jake! I know you're not watching that monster tape again(!)
- (TV off) - Who was the woman?
I don't know. Maybe somebody I was just remembering. She didn't look familiar.
- Did you fuck her? - You gotta be kidding.
No. I mean, was she someone you used to go out with?
You're jealous of my hallucination? Hmm, you are pregnant!
- You should call Lisa. - No, she's the one that fucked up my brain.
- Then she has to unfuck it. - Ooh! Agh! Fuck! Fuck!
Don't swear so much!
Hang on, hang on! Let me get my bearings here.
I have... I have absolutely no caffeine in my system, you know.
OK. You're asking me if I gave you a post...
..posthypnotic suggestion.
Did you leave anything else behind when you were inside my brain?
- Nothing! - Tell the truth, Lisa.
Tom! Please, this is insulting. You know, I have done this before.
OK, good. I-l was... I was just making sure.
It was just a harmless one anyway.
- What? - Did it actually work?
- What did you say? - I don't wanna tell you. You're grouchy.
Lisa, I swear to God...!
Well, you know I've always said I think you need to be a little more open-minded?
- Yeah... - So I just said that.
''After you wake up, your mind will be completely open, like an open door,...
..open to receive everything around you.''
- What's that supposed to do? - Fuck if I know! I never said it before.
- Why? Did something happen? - Jesus Christ!
Relax. OK? I opened a door, that's all. You know, therapists do it all the time.
It releases repressed memories, whatever you got back there.
- For you, it was probably old Mannixreruns. - I gotta get back to work.
OK. Alrighty, then(!)
(rings)
No! No more calls for Lisa!
- (bleeps) - Hey, Lise, it's me.
Call me when you wake up. Is there any way you could baby-sit for us on Friday?
I did! I told him!
(eerie whispering)
What's your name?
OK.
..but then I gotta hear about it for a month.
I called everyone who could possibly do it and no one's free.
- Call Vanessa. - Huh?
I said, call Vanessa and ask her about Debbie.
Anyway, call me back. Bye.
Debbie? That's the girl who baby-sits for them?
Yep.
Oh, great idea. Pray she's free.
- How'd you know about Debbie? - Samantha told me.
Hey, Vanessa. Are you guys going out Friday night?
(doorbell)
Hi. I'm Debbie.
Kozak...?
Tom Witzky.
- Hi, Debbie. I'm Maggie. - Hi.
Thanks for coming. Jake's asleep already and he hardly ever wakes up.
A band could play in his room and he wouldn't hear it!
His room's upstairs, kitchen's back there. Just help yourself if you want anything.
Here, have a seat. This is the baby monitor.
It's on B in his room, so you should hear everything.
- You wanna watch a movie? - I got a book.
It shouldn't be later than midnight, if that's OK.
- Perfect. - Great. I'll just grab my coat.
Hel-lo!
- (sighs) - Ready?
- Yeah. Just about. - OK.
Hey. Uh... where'd you find that girl Debbie?
Vanessa gave me her number. Everybody uses her. It's cool.
- Another headache? - Too much caffeine.
Oh. OK, let's go.
Bye.
I think that Damon kid is doing a great job and everything,...
..and yeah, the kid's got a decent arm, but high-school football is about...
..power, it's about running the goddamn football - it always has been.
What did you play in high school?
- Piano, mostly. - Oh, Jesus! Sorry. Here, you want some?
Anyway, Adam... and I admit that I am biased,...
..but my kid is having a helluva season and it's like nobody even notices.
If they gave him the ball, he could break a thousand yards!
And that's in an eight-game season. Jesus Christ!
Why don't you just lick 'em when they walk by?
Frank says the average guy carries around a hard-on two hours out of every day.
- Three for him. - See, now I got a picture of that!
One of these days, she's gonna find one of my .38s and pop a cap in my ass!
He'll stick it in a bowl of soup if it's still warm.
(Jake's breathing)
Go! Go!
- Are you OK? - Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
(Jake's breathing)
Over a thousand yards, we're talking college scholarship!
Hey, come on... The kid can write his own ticket.
And that's good for everybody. It's good for the whole goddamn neighbourhood.
He's gonna go a helluva lot further than lever did.
Look at the quality of tail he gets. He passed me in that department when he was 14.
Come on! While we're young, huh?
(Jake's breathing)
(short breath)
(silence)
You scared me!
(whispers) She's downstairs, I think.
(whispers) I don't know. I haven't seen her yet.
(giggles)
Jake?
(whistle blows)
- What's the matter? - Something's wrong.
What?
(Jake) I have a secret to tell you.
Promise, promise, promise?
Samantha says it's always dark where she is.
Who did you say?
Samantha.
You... you talked to Samantha?
Yeah!
When?
All the time.
- Where? - Here. In my house.
That's not true.
Go.
Go!
- It isn't true. - I don't tell lies!
Samantha was here? Here, in your house?
- You're hurting my arm! - Was she here?!
- Let go of me! - Come on, you're coming with me. Let's go.
She's taking him away.
Put me down! Put... me... down!
(horn blares)
Tom!
Jake!
(Tom) Jake!
- What the hell...? - She took him.
- What?! - The fucking baby-sitter.
Oh, my God!
He's... He's not in there.
- Where are you going? - I don't know!
He's in there.
- Jake! - Daddy!
- That's him! - Wait! Where do you think you're going?!
Take it easy! Stop! Stop! Take it easy. Take it easy.
- Gimme my kid. - Tell me where she is! No!
You tell me where she is! You tell me where she is!
- Keep your hands off her! - Hey! Hey, hey! Everybody shut up!
- Are you OK? - That girl kidnapped our son.
- Is that your child? - Ask about Samantha.
I'm asking about the boy, who doesn't look like he's yours!
- I can explain this. - I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to her.
- Is that boy your child? - No.
She was baby-sitting for us. We never...
What you've done is a felony. You can go to jail for this!
- Where were you taking him? - I wasn't taking him anywhere!
- Then why did ya bring him here? - I wanna press charges.
She came here because of me. I'm her mother.
- Her mother? - When are you gonna ask about Samantha? 376
- Who? - My oldest daughter. She ran away.
No, she was kidnapped, and the little boy said he saw her!
We haven't heard from her in a long time. We filed a police report.
- Nobody returns our phone calls. - Jake said he talked to her.
He said Samantha is in their house. Is that her?!
- Stay away from him. - Look at the picture.
- Let go of me! - Look at the picture.
- (Maggie) This is ridiculous. - Will you look at the picture, please?
- I have never seen her before in my life. - What about you?
No. I'm sorry. I've never seen her.
- No... No. No, they're lying! - You wanna file charges?
- Yes! - No.
- What? - Come on, let's just, uh... forget about it.
Let's go home.
Are you nuts? What about the next people she baby-sits for?
It was her. Samantha.
That girl in the picture, she's the same girl I saw on our couch.
See, why... Why did you ask that girl Debbie to baby-sit for us? Why her?
I couldn't find anybody else. I was on the phone and Jake said...
(Jake hums ''Paint It Black'')
Jake? Do you remember the other day when we were talking in the kitchen?
I was looking for a baby-sitter, remember? You said Samantha told you about Debbie.
Do you remember that?
Mommy's asking you a question, bud.
Is Samantha someone who talks to you sometimes, Jake?
- Can you remember... - Don't ask the boy any more questions.
(adult voice) Talk to me.
- What did you say? - (Jake's voice) Huh?
Jake. W-what did you say just now?
- Nothing. - Let me hear that voice again.
- Come on. Say it again. Use that voice again. - Tom!
Come... Come on, Jake. Come on. Use the voice again.
- Tom! - Make the voice again, Jake. You can do it.
- Tom, don't! - How do you...
- Tom, please! - It's all right! It's all right!
- OK! - What are you doing? Hey! Hey!
I'm talking to him!
- Hey, what's the matter with you? - What do you think?
Well, l... I'm just trying to have a conversation with my kid.
A perfectly normal conversation for a five-year-old(!)
- Don't be afraid of it. - Why the hell not?
I don't know. That's what he told me.
This is where it happened. This is where I saw her.
- You're different. You feel different. - I leaned back and there she was. She's 18.
- Longish hair. Is that what you saw? - I wish you...
- Maggie, please! - God!
Or... or maybe you don't see her, huh? You just hear her? Is that what it is?
- Tom, stop it! - I need to find a way to make her come back.
- Maybe if I hang out here long enough,... - I'm talking to you!
..maybe she'll come back. Maybe you could talk to her. Help me out here.
- Hey, come on! Hey! What's the problem? - Knock it off!
I don't wanna talk about this because it scares Mommy.
(~ rock music)
- Turn it up, man. - What?
Turn it up. Up!
(music gets louder)
Tom is looking especially together today.
He grunted a very pleasant greeting at me, actually.
He's becoming sort of monosyllabic. Nothing wrong with that guy.
Nothing a little lithium couldn't cure!
- I'm a jerk. I'm sorry. - No...
Are you OK?
Over there! In the door!
(Harry) If you live on the base, your room and board's covered.
- (Bobby) You still gotta get up early. - I'll retire, make a coupla down payments.
When I take off the uniform, I'm a landlord already.
Five years later, I got three houses.
- Hey. Hey, Har. - How're ya doin'?
Whaddaya know about that girl Samantha Kozak?
Samantha Kozak. Why do I know that name?
Brownish hair, 16 or 17 years old. Used to live around here.
- Oh, yeah, yeah. I remember her, I think. - Let's go.
Hey, Kurt! Come here for a second.
Like he ever tells me anything, right?
Get over here!
Say, you know that Kozak girl?
- Uh... Debbie. - No, no, no, the other one. Samantha.
Oh, you mean the retard. Yeah, she ran away.
Yeah, that's right. I remember that. So, what about her?
Oh, l... I just been thinking about her a lot.
Why?
Her sister baby-sat for us.
Oh.
This is the first time he's been out in a week.
He hasn't gone to work. He sleeps 12 hours a night.
He's used up all his sick days. If he doesn't show up on Monday, they'll dock him. I...
I can't get him more than six feet from the couch.
- Why? - That's where she appeared to him.
Ah.
I'm not shocked that there's another woman.
Of course, the fact that she's dead gives one pause.
We are talking about a ghost here, aren't we, Maggie?
She took off, uh... last March. With a black guy, I think.
Hey, Harry. Did she ever live in our house?
No, no, no. I just... I just bought that one. You're the first tenants.
Tom and Jake, it's like they have this private club or something.
They sit in the living room and whisper, and, as soon as I walk in, they both shut up.
You know what you need to do? Find a young priest with smouldering good looks...
..who can guide you through this.
I'm kidding, but I'm not.
Look, I give Tom a lotta shit, but the truth is, you guys are the best couple on earth.
This is on you now, Maggie. Get some help. Find out why this is happening.
There is a reason.
You won't be the first woman who's had to hold an insane family together.
Tom's not crazy.
Oh, yes he is. But at least he's getting interesting.
Sports flash! Sports flash!
211 yards rushing on Friday night.
That's a total of 894 yards, with two games to go.
The kid needs 106 yards. That's 53 a game.
He could walk through the next two games and still break a thousand!
- Frank, what about you? Do you know her? - Who?
Tom was asking about that Kozak girl from over by Baldwin.
- You remember: the one who ran away? - The retard.
Shut up, Lenny. Don't use that word.
- He's just kinda slow. - What? Retard?!
Goddammit, Lenny, shut your fuckin' pie hole!
- Hey, hey, hey! - Heads up!
- What are you doing?! - Hey, hey, hey!
Somebody's always gotta ruin it. They can't ever just be nice.
Frank. What are you doing here?
They're gonna kill you, Tommy.
You and Maggie both.
Why would you say something like that, Frank?
This is a decent neighbourhood.
Hey, are you OK?
Where's Sheila? Is she at home?
Listen, I'm gonna go see if Sheila's at home.
OK?
- (car horn) - In the house! Come on, both of you!
(dog snarls)
(police siren)
(Adam) Come in!
Hi. Is your mom at home cos your dad's...
Hey... you wanna see what I've got?
Sure.
That's great. Is that one of your dad's?
Not today. Come here.
Oh, why don't you just put the gun away, Adam?
- Come on, man. Come here. - Those things make me kinda nervous.
- Then this will make you really nervous. - Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't do that!
Don't!
Argh!
Please don't be under there.
Oh, boy.
Frank?
- (car horn) - In the house! Come on, both of you!
(dog snarls)
(police siren)
(barking)
(gunshot)
Adam!
Adam! Open the door!
Oh, my God. Oh, God!
Help!
Am I awake... or asleep?
Help!
(Sheila) Oh, my God! Oh, my God, my baby!
- Hold on. Hold on. - Let me... Let me go!
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God! - (Frank) Is he alive? Is he alive?
Oh, my God, Adam! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Adam! Adam!
I'm gonna take him for a walk or something.
- Come on, sweetie pie. Let's get your jacket. - Where are we going?
(Maggie) Ha-ha!
- Well! Hello, there! - Well, hello... there.
(~ bagpipes)
Listen! Music!
It's beautiful!
Hey! Jake, wait up!
(~ ''New World Symphony'' by Dvorak)
I don't think we're supposed to be here, sweetie. Come on, let's go. This way.
Whoa! This place is cool!
Come on, honey. Let's go get some lunch.
Mom! What's this thing?
- I don't know. Let me take a look. - It looks like some kinda stone.
- Either that, or it's a medal. - Yeah, I think it is.
- ''Served in the...'' - Look. A flag.
- Everything OK? - It's fine. Just fine.
- We're not supposed to be here? - Hm?
- Oh, no. It's fine. Really. - Oh.
OK. See you later.
The boy's got the eyes on him, doesn't he?
X-ray.
Not you, though.
Possibly Daddy?
They're not the only ones. 564
Tell Daddy to come by and see me a little later tonight.
He might learn a few things.
Bye, Jake.
Bye, Neil.
His name is Neil.
(plucks string)
Try that, Daddy.
Why do I know that song?
I'll be home right after the movie.
I know it. I know it!
I said, I won't be late.
OK.
Bye, Mom. Bye, Maggie.
Oh, hello.
I don't know if I'm in the right place. I'm looking for Neil.
- (speaks Korean) - Excuse me? I...
- (speaks Korean) - I'm sorry...
(speaks Korean)
Shit!
(softly) Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
(knocks on door)
I wanna see Neil.
Wait here.
I don't know her.
What are you doing? I said the boy's father. I said tell him to come.
He'd never do it. He'd kill me if he knew I was talking to you about this. He's so paranoid.
What's the story, man? Close the fucking door!
- So are they. I can't let you in. - Who are they?
Look, man, this ain't no freak show in here! Close the damn door!
Look, you just gotta get outta here.
My husband is losing his mind.
I don't know why, but I think you do.
You can tell me what you know, but you can't tell me to go away because I'm not moving.
- How long has he had it? - Just a few days.
- What happened? A car wreck? - No.
- A child die? - No!
- Did he kill someone? - He was hypnotised.
- Is that what started it? - It comes and it goes.
Some people have it for five seconds. Some, their whole lives.
He's a receiver now. Everything's coming in.
He can't stop it. He can't slow it down. He can't even figure it out.
It's like he's in a tunnel with a flashlight, but the light only comes on once in a while.
He gets a glimpse of something, but not enough to know what it is.
Just enough to know it's there.
- Jake, too. - Your son?
Much better flashlight.
- Does he know what it wants yet? - What who wants?
He saw a ghost, didn't he? What did it ask him to do?
- She didn't ask anything. - Maybe he wasn't listening.
She's asked for something, and now she's waiting,...
..getting more and more pissed off that he's not doing it.
If he doesn't do her thing, she'll never go away.
(voice on TV)
Agh!
Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!
Agh!
- (screaming on TV) - Hey!
- Absolutely not! - Oh, please, please, please!
- Five more minutes. Five more minutes. - No, zero minutes. Oh, this is cool.
- ''The Mummy'' gives you nightmares. - No fair!
I know. I'm gonna take a bath. Are you OK for ten minutes?
Whatever!
How do I know this song?
I know I know this song. I know it. I know it.
Agh! Freezing!
Round up your weapons, folks!
- Charge! - (~jolly music)
I don't wanna talk right now.
Hey!
~ Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit, rabbit, rabbit
~ Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit
(hums)
No, no...
Tom? I think the pilot blew out on the water heater again.
Can you go light it for me?
Hello?!
Or I could go light it.
(TV)
Thanks, Colonel.
(bloodcurdling scream)
I said no!
(humming)
Ah, bummer!
(winces in pain)
Agh!
- Hey! That is the most amazing... - (TV distortion)
(moaning)
Oh!
Agh!
Ow!
Arghh!
Tom?
Tom! Breathe!
Ohhh!
- Ugh! - What happened?
- She's there. - What?
She's there.
(eerie moaning)
What?
(Maggie) Oh, my God!
(hammering on door)
I... I want you to hypnotise me again. All this shit - I want it out, I want it gone.
- I want it all to stop. Right now! - Come right in. I want you to meet Clarita.
Oh. Hi. Sorry.
Sorry, l...
Look, do you think that you could...?
- Could she...? - Yeah...
Clarita, perdóname. Mi cuñado está un poco loco. ¿Nos dejas solas, por favor?
- ¿Ahora? - Sí. Sí.
¡Fantástico! En medio de la noche me tengo que parar en medio de la calle...
- ..en este barrio de mierda a buscar un taxi. - I know. I...
- Well, gracias. - De nada.
(door slams)
OK, you gotta, uh... slow down. OK?
You gotta be a little patient with me here cos I got a confession to make.
Y'see, we... we just smoked this great big fatty a few minutes before you walked in,... 682
- ..so this is blowing my mind a bit extra. - Listen to me. Listen to me!
- Yeah? - Whatever... door you opened in my brain,...
..l want you to shut it.
- Now! - OK.
I'll do it. OK. I can do that.
Close your eyes.
OK. Just like last time, I want you to just focus and concentrate.
Listen to the sounds of the room, listen to the sounds of your breathing.
Look at the back of your eyelids. Do you see anything there?
- Could you just get to it, please? - All right. All right.
I want you to pretend you're back in the movie theatre.
It's very dark,... 694
..and in the whole pitch-black theatre, the only thing you can see is the white screen.
As you focus on the screen, you begin to drift closer to it in your chair.
You'll notice that there are letters on the screen - tall, thick, black letters.
But they're out of focus, so you begin to drift closer to them.
- (gasps) Someone's here. - No, it's empty.
(Tom) But there's someone else in here.
- No, you're alone in the theatre, Tom. - No. No, I'm not.
- (Lisa) Your feet and your ankles are relaxed. - (Tom) No. Hard to breathe.
(Lisa) Your hands are limp and heavy. Your... your arms...
- (Tom) No air! No air! - Tom, I want you to look at the screen.
Look at the screen.
Hey.
You can read the letters now. You're right up next to them.
Tom! Look at the screen!
No!
Wow! What... what happened? Are you OK?
You need to sit down. What was happening there was very next level.
You should have seen your face. D'you want a beer?
Are you feeling better? What happened?
I'm supposed to dig.
Hi!
Hello?!
Anybody home?
Wow! Look what I'm not cleaning up.
Interesting!
(digging)
(sighs) OK!
(Tom grunts)
Hi, honey. What you doin'?
Dad said I'm supposed to dig.
Oh.
Nice(!)
Tom.
- Tom! - Oh!
- You scared me. - I scared you?
- What are you doing? - I'm supposed to dig.
- Whaddaya mean? - I'm supposed to dig.
Who says?
(panting)
I see. And what's Jake doing?
Jake... is helping.
- Why are you doing this? - The water softens up the dirt.
No. I mean...
Could you just stop for a second?
- Tom! Can you turn around and look at me? - What... exactly don't you understand?
I'm supposed to dig.
- Why are you digging? - I'm searching.
- What are you searching for? - The question is not what.
We both know very well what, even though we don't wanna admit it.
The question, Maggie, which you can plainly see I am very busy trying to answer...
The question is where.
Don't worry, he's OK.
- (whispers) It's not over there. - We're calling the police.
And tell them what, exactly? Huh?
Practise it! Run it by me once. I wanna see how it sounds out loud.
Anything else?
Tom, why don't you come inside with me?
I wanna talk to you. You're not yourself right now.
This is just fucking typical!
Now, what do you want me to do, Maggie, huh?
You want me to go inside and just, uh... sit down on the couch in front of the TV...
..and drink beer until I fall asleep, and maybe repeat the whole thing again tomorrow?
- Be quiet! - And the day after and the day after?
- (Maggie) Oh, just stop! - Until... until...
Until l... I grab my chest and die?
I mean, this... this is the most important thing that's ever happened to me.
I mean, this is... this is the most... important thing...
..that I have ever done in my whole life, in my whole stupid life!
And you want me to just stop?!
No! No, I won't stop!
I won't stop! I won't stop!
Eight years, I've known you.
Not once have you talked to me like this. Not once.
And if you do it again, I swear to God...
And you know what? When you talk about how ordinary you are and your stupid life,...
..you're saying ''Our stupid life,'' which I don't think is particularly stupid.
So how the fuck am I supposed to feel about that?
Are you gonna drink that?
I'm sorry.
OK, I'm not sorry.
- Who's that from? - My brother Steve.
- My grandma's going back in the hospital. - No, she...
What?
Nothing. 779
(phone rings)
What is it?
Hello?
Oh, Steve. I'm sorry, we've been so busy. I was just about...
What?
She did?
How am I doing, Dad?
You're doing great, kid. You're doing great.
I'm so sorry, baby.
You knew.
You knew, didn't you?
When is the funeral?
Sunday. We should leave as soon as we can.
Oh.
You... you want me to go with you?
I just thought, with your family and everything...
Do I want you to go with me... to my grandmother's funeral?
She practically raised me! Of course I want you to come.
It's just, I'm kinda in the middle of something here.
(glass cracks)
(frustrated grunts)
$800 a month! Can't get any fucking water!
Fuck!
(pipes groan)
(banging)
(grunting)
(frustrated yell)
Tools.
(groans)
Damn!
Piece of shit!
(machine hums)
Haa-ha-ha-ha! 812
Yaaaaa!
(yelling and drilling)
It's a rented house!
(thunder)
(phone rings)
- (Tom) Hello? - (Maggie) It's me.
- Oh, hey. Hey, baby, how're ya doin'? - I'm OK.
- How's your family? - Drunk, fighting with each other.
Listen, Maggie, I'm so sorry. I mean, I... I should be there with ya. I'm an asshole.
Yeah, well, you have your good points.
- How do you feel? - Oh, fine. Fine. You know...
Much... much... much better. Everything's fine here. Really good.
No, uh...
- No more digging? - No. Uh-uh. Back to normal.
I'm sorry, too. I wish I hadn't stormed out. I shouldn't have left you alone.
I deserved it.
Why don't you come up here with us? You could make it in an hour.
- Oh, no, I can't really do that. - Why not?
I'm not supposed to use the truck for personal trips.
- I'll pick you up. I'll leave right away. - Oh, no, no, baby. Don't do that. That's crazy.
- (growls) - I gotta go.
- I'll just pull up front and honk. Bye. - No, no, no! No!
(sighs)
(thunder)
(aggressive grunting)
OK, bub, you ready to go?
I'm scared to go home. I wanna stay at Uncle Steve's house.
- Why are you scared? - Because of the feathers.
What feathers?
I don't know. I just saw feathers.
It's OK. I'll watch him.
OK. You be good.
Mom! Wait!
You forgot this.
(heavy rain)
(thunderclap)
(Adam) Hi!
Hi.
Come here a sec.
- What? - Come closer. I can't hear you.
- Are you talking to me? - I wanna show you something.
You wanna show me something?
Well, yeah. I don't see anybody else around.
- What is it? - It's a surprise.
It's really great. Come on! You won't believe it.
Come on! It's freezing!
Hey! Happy St Patrick's Day!
- What's the surprise? - (chuckles) Don't you have it?
- Oh, yeah. The surprise, huh? - The surprise.
- You need another drink. - No, I got the spins.
Drink, motherfucker, drink!
- I don't think there is a surprise. - Oh, yeah, there is. Yeah, there is.
The surprise is we decided we wanna be your friends.
- You do? - (Kurt) Yeah.
- Why do you wanna be my friends now? - Are you kidding? Look at yourself.
Uh-uh, look.
You can take your coat off, you know.
- You want a drink? - I'm not supposed to.
Don't you do anything you're not supposed to? Huh?
I do.
Yeah.
Momma, you are hot!
Come on, let's be friends, huh?
Well,...
..you can kiss me if you want to.
Yeah... Yeah.
- Not... not like that, OK? - OK. OK. OK...
Agh! Ouch!
- I wanna go home. - Not now, no, no. Come on...
- I'll be your friend. - I want to, but...
Just be nice to me, huh? Be a good girl. You are a good girl, aren't you?
- I have to go home. - How about a helmet wash?
I have to go home. I have to go home!
(screams)
(retches)
(hysterical screaming)
No! Stop!
Shut up! Shut up!
Shut... Argh! God!
Shut up! Argh!
Make her stop, man! Make her stop screaming!
Shut her up, man!
(~ ''Paint It Black'' by Gob)
Use your jacket or something! Put it over her face!
Shut up!
(muffled screaming)
(gasps for breath)
~ I could not foresee this thing happening to me
(Jake hums the tune)
Oh, my God!
What the fuck did you do that for?
- Is she dead? - No shit, she's dead!
Oh, my God!
- Look at her tongue, man. - I am not here.
I've never seen nobody dead before.
- I can't be here. - It's fucking gross.
This isn't happening.
Fucking plastic over her face! Good thinking, Adam(!)
Well, what do we do now?
How's he doin'?
He might make it. He might not.
Sheila's over at the hospital. I'm gonna head over.
Frank... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry because... I think I know why Adam shot himself.
And... I gotta call the police about it.
And I don't want you to hear it from them.
And I don't want Sheila to read about it in the paper.
I-l... I think you have a right to know before anybody else.
What are you talking about, Tom?
Come with me.
Wait here for a second.
It better be important.
Come on! Come on, come on, come on, come on!
(Frank) How the hell did you find this?
Does it matter?
Well, you don't know if it was Kurt and Adam.
Yeah, I do.
But you don't have anything to...
Tom, you're talking like a goddamn lunatic! That's what people are gonna say.
I-it's just a body. It doesn't prove anything.
She's...
She's got somebody's hair in her hand.
They're gonna be able to tell whose it is.
Hey, Frank.
We... we gotta call the cops.
What were we supposed to do?
It was an accident.
The kids come to us, she's already dead.
The damage is done. There's nothing anybody can do to bring her back.
But these kids got... everything ahead of them.
So what were we supposed to do, Tom?
Send our sons to jail for the rest of their lives because of her?
Who are you planning to shoot with that?
- Get the hell outta here, Tom. - Hey, Frank... come on upstairs.
We... we could talk about this.
I've been living with this for... six months.
Six fucking months!
Do you think anything you have to say is gonna make one bit of difference to me?!
- Get the hell outta here! - I-I'm not leaving until...
Get out!
(gunshot)
(hammering on door)
- Hi. - Hi. (clears throat) Hi.
- Well, it's really pouring, huh? - Yeah, looks like it.
You got a minute?
No, I'm... I'm... kinda busy right now.
It's important.
I-l don't really have time to talk right now, Harry.
Ah, Jesus! This rain, huh?!
(Tom) Harry, like I said, you know, I'm really kind of busy right now.
Kurt, I know you weren't raised in a barn. Close that door.
Maybe I could call you later or something?
Tom, we got ourselves a serious problem here.
Whaddaya mean?
What the hell you think you're doing to my house?
I heard all this pounding going on. I thought I'd check it out.
I didn't think you'd be wrecking the place!
What's the matter with you?
Oh, don't worry. I'm gonna... I'm gonna take care of that.
I-l was trying to fix your water main, you know - it was leaking,...
..and I couldn't get to it from underneath the house.
I-I mean... I-l couldn't get under the house to get to it.
Is that right?
Damn. A lotta water damage?
Some.
Can I look around?
Yeah. Yeah, sure. Sure. Help yourself.
Maybe you'd better show me where it's at.
Well, you guys'll be able to see. I-l gotta take off right now.
I'm almost afraid to look.
- Drink it. - Right.
Hurry up.
The water main doesn't run under the house.
Well, I know that now.
Shit, Tom.
Argh!
(Harry) Get him on the rug.
- Don't look at him. Roll him over. - Yeah.
(Harry) Let's go! All right,...
..get outta the way.
(repeated beeps of car horn)
(glass smashing)
Tom?
(flicks light switch)
Are you here?
(flicks light switch)
Shit!
Argh!
- (Harry) Out of the way, Kurt! - (gunshot)
Arghh!
They were gonna kill you, Tommy. You and Maggie both.
- (softly) Are you OK? - (softly) Yeah.
(Maggie sobs)
Cold-blooded murder.
I can't let something like that happen.
Not here.
This was a decent neighbourhood.
(~ ''It's Not The Spotlight'' by Beth Orton)
~ If I ever feel the light again
~ Shining down on me
~ I don't have to tell you
~ How welcome it would be
~ I felt the light before
~ But I let it slip away
~ And I just keep on believing that it'll come back some day
~ It's not the spotlight
~ It's not the candlelight
~ It's not the streetlights
~ Just some old street of dreams
~ It ain't the moonlight
~ Not even the sunlight
~ But I've seen it shining in your eyes and you know what I mean
(eerie whispering)
(female voice) Jake...
Jake...
(voices grow louder)
Jake...
~ La-da-da, da-da-da
(~ ''Hello'' by Poe)
~ Hello, hello
~ Hello, hello, hello
~ Are you out there?
~ Oh
~ Oh-oh
~ La-da-da, da-da-da
~ Oh
~ MOD, are you out there?
~ I can't see your face but you left a trace
~ On a data back-road that I almost erased
~ Not even God takes this long to get back
~ So get back
~ Cos I hit a fork in the road, I lost my way home
~ Cut off from the main line like a disconnected modem
~ Hello?
~ Tap in the code, I'll reach you below
~ No one should brave that underworld alone
~ Hello, hello, hello
~ How do I reach you?
~ Oh
~ Oh-oh
~ La-da-da, da-da-da
~ Oh
~ La-da-da, da-da-da
~ Oh
~ Word has it on the wire
~ That you don't know who you are
~ Well, if you could jack into my brain, you'd know exactly what you mean here
~ Mothers are trails on stars in the night
~ Fathers are black holes that suck up the light
~ That's the memory I filed on the fringe
~ Along with the memory of the pain you lived in
~ Hello
~ I don't have the password, but the path is chain-linked
~ So if you got the time, set the tone to sync
~ Tap in the code
~ Hello, hello
~ Are you out there?
~ Oh
~ Oh-oh
~ La-da-da, da-da-da
~ Oh