¶ ¶
[loud sting]
¶ ¶
Put it near the piano.
The trunk, too?
Yes.
- Where is the piano, sir? - To your right.
Just leave them there, I'll take care of them later.
Jeez, this weighs a ton, must be books.
Why didn't you use the dolly, dummy?
'Cause you grabbed it first, dammit.
Marco?
Marco, where are you?
Oh, there you are.
Marco, that's my name.
Come along now, your lunch is ready.
Here I come, Mamma.
[laughs]
You've been hiding from Mamma.
Didn't you hear me call you?
- Mamma. - Yes, dear?
Is this my house?
Of course, it's mine, therefore it's yours.
Are we gonna live here forever?
Who can tell?
Now run along and eat your lunch.
It's already in the kitchen.
[birds chirping]
Ah, there's that box of silverware.
Anything else in the van?
Nothing much, sir. Tony's taking care if it.
- Here's some more. - Ah, good.
Now put them there, please.
Take this one, too.
Put 'em in the corner by the steps there.
Yes, sir.
- What about this one? - Yes...
[playing the piano ¶]
Hey, Rubenstein, why don't you play something?
Uh, there's still a big case of stuff in the hall.
- Where'll I put it? - Oh, that'd be the dishes.
Yeah, uh... take them to the kitchen, will you.
- Careful now, eh? - Yes, sir, don't worry.
¶ ¶
Marco?
Is that you down there in the cellar?
Yes, it's full of neat old furniture.
It is, eh?
Well how do you like your new house?
Uh, are we gonna live here forever?
Well, that's difficult.
Some time anyway.
For the rest of our lives?
[laughs]
That depends on how much we like it.
Why you so concerned?
Uh, only in case anyone asks me.
Oh.
¶ ¶
Thank you again, goodbye.
- Thank you, goodbye. - Ma'am.
Let's roll, Tony.
[truck engine starts]
Good luck, lady.
[birds chirping]
[eerie music ¶]
[box creaks]
Hey... what is this,
you're getting nervous already?
It's only me.
Seven years is a very long time you know.
Yes, I know, but for an instant
I had a strange sensation. - Shh, Dora?
You're forgetting our pact.
Bruno, are you coming out or not?
I said I'd fix up a swing for him.
You coming too?
Oh, I have our dinner to fix.
You also promised me, not to overwork yourself.
Look, you'll have a maid at the end of the month.
Relax, don't worry.
Everything's gonna be all right.
You coming?
I'll join you in a little while.
Good.
Ah, there you are, good boy.
Well, the first thing we have to do
is find a strong branch.
This one here.
Yeah, it looks alright.
- Ah, it's strong enough. - Is it?
Well you come on down and I'll have a look.
Come on now.
Ah-ah.
Come on, let's put it up now.
- Put it up, tie it there! - This one?
Yes, that one there.
Yeah, seems strong enough.
[laughing]
There, you like that? [laughing]
Higher!
Hey, you've got it up already!
Come on Marco, up we go, up, that's a boy, up!
Oh, Mamma, look at me!
[laughing] Oooo!
[Marco laughs]
Now it's your mother's turn.
- Oh yes. - Yes, get on, Mamma.
Come on, Marco, push.
[laughing]
Oh, my God! I forgot the dinner!
I hope it's alright.
That's enough for now, come on.
Let's get there before it burns, hurry!
Now finish your apple.
- I'm full. - Oh, just one more bite.
Eat up.
Now that we have a garden, can I have a dog?
A police dog,
or maybe a Collie if it's not too big.
Can I have a dog with long hair like Mommy's?
Well, that's flattering, ha.
Well, we'll see.
Come on it's getting late.
Long past your bedtime, young man.
- Come on. [groans]
Do as you're told, dear.
But I'm on vacation.
Be a good boy now, Marco, off to bed.
You're sleeping on your feet.
Oh, shucks. Ok, I'm going.
Night.
Mamma, can I keep the light on?
All right, but just for tonight.
¶ ¶
[Champagne cork pops]
I could use that.
He's sleeping at last, hmm.
Good.
It's not cut crystal... anyway.
- Cheers. - To us.
Ah, perfect.
[sighs]
I'm sorry I was so nervous earlier.
I know it's a long time since Carlo's suicide,
but coming back to this house where we lived together,
is like reopening a period of my life.
Anyway, I feel much better now.
With you at my side,
I feel sure that's all behind us now.
And Marco's going to be very happy here.
Oh, you've been so good to him, like a father.
He's very fond of you.
Maybe more of you than of me.
[laughs]
Besides it would have been silly
to have sold a house like this so near the airport.
Why don't you give me a kiss?
[laughing] - Again.
Where are you going this trip?
Oh... New York.
We layover in Baltimore of all places.
You're always flying off, just when I need you.
[piano music plays ¶]
[moaning]
Pigs!
[heavy breathing]
You can't catch me!
Oh yes I will!
I'm coming after you, watch out!
[laughing]
I'm the wicked witch of the forest.
I'm going to catch you if you don't watch out.
And I will eat you up!
[both laughing]
There, I caught you.
Help, help!
Let me up.
[grunting]
What do you say to our visiting the park, Marco?
Oh yeah!
I'll take you with me and no one will be able to save you.
No you won't, you ugly ghost.
I'm a queen and my soldiers will arrest you,
and lock you in the old tower.
Hee, hee, hee.
No one can arrest me because I'm a ghost, I'm invisible.
But I can see you.
Because I want you to, but only you can see me.
Now you must obey my orders and come away with me
to the land of darkness. - No, no, never!
I don't want to! Oh dear, help me somebody!
Come with me, and you and I will reign
in the kingdom of ghosts. I will teach you black magic.
You will ride on the wings of a giant bat.
And a black cat will scratch out the eyes of your enemies.
Lets go now, this is where we came in.
- No, how horrible. - No wait.
I want to live here in the sunlight.
- I won't go with you. - But doesn't it scare you?
You won't be able to sleep tonight, hmm-hmm.
Oh, boy, it's fantastic.
[piano music ¶]
Mamma!
What's the matter, dear?
Are you tired?
Hungry?
Let's go home now.
No, it's not that.
What is it then?
Why doesn't my real daddy ever come back to see me?
Look Marco, you're old enough now to understand, I think.
You know your father was a man who liked
to travel a great deal.
He loved airplanes, ships, sailboats,
and he loved to visit far away places.
Well, one day he went on one of his voyages
and never came back.
Your daddy is dead, Marco.
What is death, Mamma?
Death is like going on a trip, darling,
only one doesn't come back.
One goes away forever,
but we'll keep daddy alive within us.
But why did he die, Mamma?
Why?
Oh, baby, it's hard to explain.
Death is part of life and we must learn to accept it.
You'll understand someday.
[door creaks] [gasps]
What are you doing up at this hour?
Mamma, can I sleep with you tonight?
Please!
A big boy like you
and you still want to sleep with your mamma.
- Please. [laughs]
Alright, just for tonight, though.
¶ ¶
[eerie music plays ¶]
[birds chirping]
Oh!
Ah, ah.
- What's the party for? - It's not a party.
Not in the sense you mean.
Some friends are coming to visit.
How come?
Just to get together again.
We haven't seen each other for a long time.
I don't like them.
You don't like them?
Marco, how can you say that if you don't even know them?
What about Bruno? When is he coming back?
Today, I hope it'll be a nice surprise for him.
The motors are off.
Bruno.
Hi, Marco.
[laughing]
Bruno! Bruno!
- Bruno! - Well big boy, how are you?
I'm fine.
You been having fun while I was away?
Been taking care of your mother for me?
Yes, but now that you are here you've got to stay
with me and play with me more often.
[laughs]
Here, this is for you.
Oh, no that's not it, you can't fool me.
Oh, alright then, if that's not your present,
then what is it?
I know, I know what it is.
Hi darling, I missed you.
Where is it, Bruno? Where is it?
- Where's what? - The dog?
[laughs] - Would you believe that?
Well you're going to have to wait for it.
They're sending it to you from New York.
[laughs]
Oh boy, I'm getting a dog!
I'm getting a dog.
There you are, Eva.
Thanks.
- You alright? - Yes, dear.
Oh if you want some others, I have lots of them.
There they are over there.
Right.
Annalisa.
Oh Dora, darling, thanks.
You're looking just wonderful, isn't she Paolo?
- Sure is. - Thank you.
I was telling Paolo I knew that sooner or later
you'd be coming back to us.
We all missed you, Dora.
Aldo, want a drink?
Thanks, you're always the same, lovely.
Thanks, you haven't changed either.
Thank you.
- Tell me, doctor. - Eh?
What did you prescribe for Dora this time?
What are you getting at?
You know very well she hasn't been my patient
for some years.
She certainly recovered well.
Hardly looks like the type of woman
who'd drive a man to suicide.
If you're trying to be funny, I find it in bad taste.
Oh for God's sake, where's your sense of humor?
I hardly think it's a matter to joke about.
It was a great shock to Dora, you know.
She, uh, certainly should have expected it.
You know Carlo was half crazy,
and on the needle long before she married him.
See these marks here?
Each of these is a monkey that I killed with this.
And where did all these monkeys come from?
Oh, I don't know.
Why don't we ask your father?
Bruno's not my father,
he's my mother's second husband.
- Are you bored, darling? - No, I'm jealous.
- Oh? - You're always leaving me.
Tsk, tsk, you could at least wait 'till
we're all gone home.
[laughs]
He's right, let's get rid of them.
¶ ¶
Mamma... I have to kill you.
Marco!
Ah, oh! [breaking glass]
Oh!
Dora!
Easy now.
I'm alright, the light was off and I tripped.
- Let me have a look. - Oh my God, she's bleeding!
Oh it's nothing, just a scratch, oh well.
You'd better disinfect it.
You've got to be more careful of yourself.
There's alcohol in the bathroom.
Alright, I missed my shot, it's your turn.
That's a point for us.
I know you think planes fly themselves, but you still
have the instruments to worry about.
And I can tell you after eight or ten hours in a cabin
your mind gets damn tired keeping track of them.
Well, it's not half enough, Andrea,
look how much we're responsible for.
[laughs]
Well there's a shot that even I couldn't beat, watch this.
Dora, is something bothering you?
Are you asking me that as a doctor or as a friend?
I don't mean to sound so professional,
it just bothers me to see you so upset.
Excuse me a moment.
¶ ¶
[swing creaking]
[ticking of the metronome]
[static noise]
[laughing]
[piano music ¶]
[intense music ¶]
[coffee boiling over]
Oh!
Coffee ready, darling? I'm late.
Oh nothing seems to go right, look.
That's because you're still not relaxed.
I'm trying very hard, you know,
but after hearing Marco say "Mamma, I must kill you,"
really upset me.
Oh, calm down and stop punishing yourself.
We've been through all this last night.
A seven year old boy says a lot of things
he doesn't mean, and you're taking it all
far too seriously.
Well it's the way he said it, and the tone he used.
There's nothing worse for a marriage,
than sending a husband off without his coffee.
Bye.
Oh, will you be coming home tonight?
If I don't elope with a hostess.
Ha. Bye.
[birds chirping]
[sighs]
[plays the piano ¶]
[gasps]
¶ ¶
Marco, what were you doing in the cellar?
How did you get in? It was locked.
No, Mamma, it was open.
¶ ¶
[door creaking]
[birds chirping]
¶ ¶
Marco?
Marco, are you down here?
¶ ¶
[crying]
Marco!
What are you doing there?
Come away from there!
What's the matter with you?
Mamma, it's freezing.
What's wrong, darling? Are you ill?
I'm cold, I'm very cold!
Oh, poor darling,\.
God, your skin's like ice!
Take me away, I'm cold.
Yes, yes, of course dear.
[whimpering]
It's alright, sweetheart,
Mamma will take you upstairs to bed.
Marco, what is it?
Oh my God, don't worry.
¶¶
Mamma will take care of you.
Oh God, what's wrong baby?
Can't you talk?
I'll put you to bed right away.
¶ ¶
Do you have a fever? Oh!
Marco.
[mumbling]
What did you say?
What is it, darling,
can't you tell, Mamma?
[laughs] - Marco!?
I fooled you, ha, ha, ha! Have you gone crazy?
- Marco, stop! - You can't catch me!
[laughing]
[glass breaking]
[laughing]
[birds chirping]
¶ ¶
Giddy up, yahoo!
Come on men, follow me!
We've got to get to the fort before the Indians attack
and scalp the settlers!
Bang, bang, you're dead.
[glass breaking]
Oh.
Marco?
Ahhh! [gasps]
- [laughs] - Marco, stop it now, Marco!
Wait till I catch you!
Marco, you come back here!
Ahh!
[heavy breathing]
[intense music ¶]
[screams]
¶ ¶
[chanting]
Damn this house,
and damn you for stopping me from selling it.
It's easy for you to be on the outside
and think it's all nonsense.
No, no that's not what I meant.
What I was trying to say is that things can sometimes
seem more serious than they are.
It's only natural I'm nervous after all that's happened.
Yes, this I can understand.
Well what is it you're getting at?
I'm not getting at anything.
Yes you are, out with it.
You look rather tired, dearest.
Why don't you go see the doctor?
Why don't you go to the sanatorium
and rest for a while?
That's it, and you probably think
I'm imagining this pain.
Oh Dora, you're no cuckoo.
Nothing could be further from my mind.
Look, your breakdown, which heaven knows
was understandable, and could have happened to anyone,
was a thing of the past.
You're perfectly well now,
and if you'd only give yourself half a chance,
you could be happy too.
Still hurt?
Yeah, I should learn to watch where to put my feet.
- Where's our photo? - What?
There's just the frame!
Marco!
Hmm.
You're not doing a very good job
at pretending to be asleep, young fella.
[moans] Come on now,
I know that you're awake.
Hi.
What are all these stories
your mamma's been telling me, hmm?
Why are you always hiding?
Well I, I can't tell you that now.
Why not?
I promise to tell you when the time comes, okay?
Okay, it's a secret,
but you know you're upsetting her
with your little tricks.
But she's always getting mad over nothing.
She doesn't think the things you've done are nothing.
You're making her very nervous.
She's changed a lot ever since we've moved here.
She's not fun anymore.
Did you take that picture off the table in the living room?
Which picture?
Hmm, nevermind,
now get some sleep, we'll talk about this tomorrow.
I'll leave the light on in the hall.
Why? You don't have to.
You can put it out.
Aren't you supposed to be afraid of the dark?
Not anymore.
Good boy, I'm proud of you,
good night. - Night.
According to him, you're the one who's changed.
Well maybe I have, but so has he.
I can't understand it.
He never lied before, and he acts so strange.
He used to be such a happy child.
He's like another person, worries me.
You must try to be more patient with him.
He's probably finding his surroundings difficult
to cope with. For him it's a new house.
Yes, that's true, you're right,
but still, finding my underwear torn to shreds...
that was sordid.
It was done out of mere spite.
[scoffs]
I wouldn't like to accuse your son
of having a sex fetish. [laughs]
They were probably torn in the washing machine
and you didn't notice and you put them away.
Hmm, maybe you're right.
Just forget it.
You get yourself to bed, love.
I've got to finish my work report.
Bruno, why don't we leave this house?
Why?
[piano music plays ¶]
[lock clicks]
[door creaks]
¶ ¶
[shivering]
[scratching on wooden floor]
[gasping, crying]
[door creaking]
[gasps]
¶¶
[gasps]
[breathing heavily]
[whimpering]
[door slams]
¶¶
[screaming]
No!
[screaming continues]
¶¶
[heavy breathing]
[sobbing]
[slashing through air]
[screams]
[sobbing]
¶¶
[slashing]
[screams]
Dora! What is it?
Bruno...
Bruno, my God.
My God.
Dora, it's all right.
I had a terrible nightmare.
Look, you've torn your nightgown.
¶¶
Bye, darling.
Bye.
What's wrong?
Nothing, I forgot my keys. That's all.
Well, you're taking a long time
to finish your breakfast this morning.
Have a good trip, darling.
Thanks.
I'll see you about nine tonight.
Unless the plane crashes.
[chuckles] - Oh, Bruno.
Don't joke like that. You know I hate it.
[screams]
[panting]
[sobbing]
Dora!
Dora, get a hold of yourself.
No harm's been done.
It's just the shutter strap that's broke.
But it didn't fall on you or on Marco.
- Let's leave this house! - Quiet.
- Please. - Quiet.
Let's go away from here.
- I beg you. - Quiet now.
Oh, Bruno.
Hey, Bruno.
Oh, Franco.
I was waiting for you in flight control,
but you walked right past me.
I must have been thinking of something else, I guess.
Say, how's the new house?
Well, we've been having a few problems, for Dora, mostly.
But it'll work out.
But didn't you tell me that she lived there before?
She should be used to it.
Yeah, that's part of the trouble.
Hey, Franco, does this go aboard?
- Yeah! - Good morning, Captain.
Morning, Olga.
Nice to have you with us again.
Thank you.
¶¶
[birds chirping]
[swing squeaking]
[screaming]
[jet engine squealing]
Hold it steady!
Yeah, I'm trying to, but I can't!
It doesn't respond!
Marco?
Marco!
Ah.
Oof.
That was a freaky one.
Yeah, all the controls were frozen.
Oh.
[shivering]
Mama!
Oh, there you are.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
I feel cold.
Where have you been, Marco?
When?
Your hair's all ruffled.
Before, when I called you.
Oh, then?
I was chasing after a dog.
Marco, why are you lying to me?
I'm not lying. [sobbing]
Mama...
All right, I believe you.
I'm sorry.
Anyone home?
Signora Baldini?
Yes?
I couldn't find your name on the mailbox.
- Did you just move in? - Yes, what is it?
Excuse me, I rang the bell and no one answered.
The gate was open.
- Oh, that's all right. - This is for you.
- For me? - Yes.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
[birds chirping]
[swing squeaking]
[phone ringing]
- Hello? [Bruno] - Hello, Dora?
Bruno!
I'm afraid I'll be stuck in London for a while.
Why? What's happened?
They've grounded us.
They're checking something.
No, it's nothing to worry about.
It's just a, it's a stabilizer or something.
How are you? You still upset?
- No, I feel all right now. - Is Marco okay?
- Behaving himself? - Yes, he's fine.
[knocking]
No, I don't know how long I'm going to be here.
Yeah, all right.
Don't forget to call, Bruno.
I will as soon as I know.
- Bye, dear. - Bye.
¶¶
Marco!
Marco?
Did you write this, Marco?
What is it? I didn't write it.
Don't you lie to me, now.
I'm not lying.
[smack]
Yes, you are.
That's your handwriting. You can't deny it.
Marco, why did you do it?
[crying] I didn't write it.
I promise you.
Why don't you believe me?
[sobbing]
I didn't write it! I didn't!
[street noise]
[buzzer]
Dr. Spadini's office, may I help you?
You'd like an appointment?
When?
No, I'm afraid today is impossible.
Tomorrow? Let me check his schedule.
No, in the morning he's at the clinic.
Tomorrow afternoon at 3:30 or 6:00?
6:00 then? Thank you, Signora Forte.
Goodbye.
See if you like this one, too.
Well, thank you, Marco. Sit down.
Oh, what beautiful pictures.
Very good. Can I have them?
Yeah, you can keep them 'cause I can draw others.
Thank you.
- Well now... - Come in, Dora.
You come with me.
Are you gonna make Mommy draw, too?
If she wants to.
- See you later. - In a few minutes.
Sit down, Dora. Please.
I gave your son a very basic test.
It's quite simple.
Look at this drawing.
A beautiful tree.
Merry and laden with fruit.
I would say the child here is without problems.
It's well proportioned. The trunk is thick and solid
and the branches, graceful and abundant.
The overall concept's a positive one.
The first impression, the child's behavior seems
to be balanced and quite mature for his age.
Hmm.
Exactly the reverse of the way he is at home.
Believe me.
Now, we'll take the other one.
It represents his relationship towards you.
The bed could indicate the womb of security for him.
The figure of the boy,
which is represented with his back turned,
could mean the child needs more affection.
Or, he feels rejected.
But I am affectionate with him.
I...I already told you.
Unfortunately, I'm not a child psychologist.
But I do know you and your problems very well.
Your past continual state of anxiety and depression,
as a result of having to live with that drug addict,
his suicide in the sea,
your six months in the sanitarium,
and your electric shock treatments,
might very well have influenced your behavior
toward your son.
No.
That period is a complete void inside of me.
My mind seems to have cast it out.
Cancelled it completely.
It's all vague.
Only now, in that house, in my house,
I'm starting to remember things.
I guess it's due to Marco's behavior.
But it's strange, it's as if my own son is a go-between.
Dora, ghosts are mere figments of our imagination.
We, ourselves, create them
to justify our actions and behavior.
Try to understand.
If you can accept your past, then you can face the future
peacefully with your husband and child.
Mmm-hmm.
[lamp clanking]
[doll squeaking]
¶¶
[straining]
[glass breaking]
[gasps]
[doll squeaking]
[water running]
[eerie piano playing ¶]
[door creaking]
[piano playing continues ¶]
Who's there?
[song ends]
[clicking]
[record player spinning]
[gasps]
[whispering]
Oh no...
[screams]
[panting]
[crickets chirping]
[crashing]
[breathing]
[panting]
Mama!
[doll's voice] Mama.
Mama!
Marco, where are you?
Why are you doing this?
[squeaking]
[metal clanking]
[papers rustling] [gasps]
Mama.
¶¶
Marco?
[door creaks]
Marco, are you down there?
Marco, answer me.
Marco!
Where are you?
Stop hiding!
Marco!
You're driving me crazy.
Mama!
Where have you been?
Why didn't you answer me?
¶¶
Why, Mama?
Why'd you kill Papa?
[dripping]
¶¶
[screaming]
[gagging]
[sobbing] It was me!
I killed him!
I hated him! I hated him!
Dora. Dora!
Dora...
For the love of God, stop it.
It's not true.
You're not responsible.
No.
It-it was me.
It's horrible. It was me.
- Dora. - It's horrible!
- Dora, stop. - It was me. It was me.
Carlo killed himself.
He never stopped telling you he was a failure.
And once he started on the needle,
that was already the end of the line.
It was me.
It's a blessing that now you're rid of him.
You were living with a real monster.
You were only a victim.
He wants to drive me crazy.
He wants revenge.
This house...is filled with his presence.
I feel it.
He's the one who's pushing Marco.
He's making him haunt me.
Please.
Take me away from here. Please.
Please.
- Please. - Dora...
- Please. - Calm down now.
[repeating] Please. Please. Please.
[sobbing]
No, I wanna go away!
I can feel him everywhere in this damned house.
He wants to kill me, too.
- I wanna go away. - Quiet, darling.
Bruno, I'm afraid. [sobbing]
[crying]
Come on. Drink this.
Come on.
Drink it all. Come on.
All of it.
That drawing.
It's Carlo.
Oh!
That's the proof.
Do you believe me now?
Please help me. Please, please.
But Dora, it's just a child's drawing.
No, it's not!
And stop those stupid justifications.
I must be sure.
There's something I must know.
I must be sure whether I killed him or not.
I can't continue living like this.
I can't stand it much longer.
I'll go out of my mind.
I'm afraid.
I'm afraid of staying alone.
Of hearing and seeing things.
I'm even afraid of my own son.
[footsteps]
[shivering]
[door creaking]
¶¶
Bruno?
[breathing heavily]
[groaning]
[crunching]
¶¶
[screams]
[panting]
Bruno...
[razor buzzing]
[screams]
[panting]
[gasps]
¶¶
[crashing]
[heavy pounding]
[pounding continues]
[bricks shattering]
What are you doing?
Don't touch me!
I think you'd better go back to bed.
I know...he's in there!
He's behind that wall!
No!
Carlo's there, isn't he?
It was the...
It was the only way of getting rid of his body.
You see, Dora, when I found you,
you had his blood on your hands.
I don't think you'd even realized what you'd done.
You're the most precious thing I have in the world,
I had to protect you.
So my first instinct was to hide the body
and remove all traces of what had happened.
I pushed Carlo's boat out to sea,
so it should look like he'd had an accident
or committed suicide.
Everyone knew he was depressed and an addict
and that, together with your shock and amnesia,
made it easy.
No one suspected a thing.
We only had to wait seven years
for him to be declared legally dead.
I did it to save you, darling,
because I loved you and I still do,
more than ever.
You love me.
And you brought me to live here?
How could you have done such a thing if you loved me?
But Dora, you ought to realize
what would have happened to us if we'd sold the house
at that time and not come back.
They'd have found Carlo's body.
No...
All I want to do is get rid of any evidence against you.
And then we can leave this place forever.
What makes you think we can leave?
Do you think he'll allow us?
Dora, what are you talking about?
You still don't believe me.
How could you have let
such terrible things happen to me all this time?
But it's all over now.
You left me alone in this house.
Maybe you wanted me to go crazy.
Dora, I was never very far away.
He's here. Among us.
I can feel his presence.
I saw him this evening.
Dora, Carlos is dead!
[brick falls] [gasps]
He's back! Don't touch him.
Let him be! Don't touch him, leave him!
[screams] Don't touch him!
[shattering]
[screams] Dora, don't!
¶¶
[rat squeaking]
[screaming]
[panting]
[sighs]
¶¶
[chair creaking]
[creaking]
[screams]
[shattering]
[Marco crying]
[panting]
[crashing]
[gasps]
¶¶
[Marco sobbing]
[screams]
Mama!
[screams]
Oh, God, help me!
[doors creaking]
[doorknob rattling]
Marco...
[gasps] Oh, God!
[crashing] [screams]
No!
[sobbing]
¶¶
[furniture rattling]
[crashing] [screams]
[crashing] [screaming]
[thudding]
¶¶
[gagging]
¶¶
[Marco giggling]
Sit down, Daddy.
Lemon or milk?
Now what game shall we play?
Captioned by Grant Brown