-(orchestral music plays)
*
(music quiets)
-(low beeping)
-(male voice whispers) Laura.
-(beeping continues)
-(screams)
(whimpers)
-(groans) Laura.
-(panting)
(whimpers)
(cries)
-Laura.
-(screams)
Help me!
-(Christmas music plays)
-Ho ho ho.
-I want a Barbie doll
and a bicycle...
and roller skates...
and ballet shoes,
and a Mickey Mouse watch,
and a doll--
(screams)
(gasping) -Easy, easy, easy, easy.
Laura, Laura, it's okay, it's all right.
You're just dreaming. You were just dreaming.
You're back now. It's all right.
All right, just lie down.
That's it.
Just lie down.
There, that's it.
Okay, have a look here.
-Ah.
Ah, Doctor.
-Now...
tell me.
What was it? -I dreamed I could see.
-That's normal.
And what else?
-Well, nothing really. It was just a crazy dream.
-That's what you're here for, to dream.
What kind of a dream?
-A dream about Christmas
obviously because tonight is Christmas Eve.
-And what about Christmas? -(laughs)
Santa Claus.
-Laura, tell me what you saw in your dream.
-I told you, Dr. Newbury,
Santa Claus.
-All right, let's try this again.
Maybe we're onto something.
Can we try this again, Laura?
-Anything for you, Dr. Newbury.
-Good.
I think-- I'm not sure--
but I think she made contact.
-(no audible dialogue)
-(Laura gasps) -Assistant: Doctor.
-What is it, Laura?
What did you see?
-Can I go to the bathroom?
-Help her, will you?
Subject may be making contact.
Can't be certain
if subject's reaction and mental response
of coma victim are connected.
I wonder if she's playing games with me.
-(door closes)
-Even if she does make contact
with the coma victim,
she may not be aware she's doing so.
She may just be denying her powers...
but I can't help feel
she's holding something back.
-Are we almost through, Doctor?
-Almost.
Just one more try.
Okay?
Are you with me, Laura?
-Yeah, okay.
Now, this time...
I would like you to really...
relax, all right?
Just empty your mind...
of everything,
all the thoughts,
all the clutter.
Okay?
Let sleep take you away.
Let the dreams come.
Let the dreams come...
and take you away.
Go...
Go with the dreams, Laura.
(whispers) Go wherever the dreams go.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
Nothing.
Just sleep...
and dream...
and dream, Laura.
Dream...
and dream.
Dream, dream.
-(no audible dialogue)
-(beeping)
-(Laura screams)
-Laura! Laura! Easy, easy, easy. -No! (cries)
-Laura, Laura, it's a dream. It's a dream.
-(cries) -Easy. It's okay.
-Here's some water, Laura. -It's all right.
-Right here.
-(artificial breathing) -(pinging)
-So that's all? That's it?
A scary Santa?
-That's it.
-And that's all you can tell me?
-Uh-huh.
What time is it, Doctor?
My brother is picking me up.
-Huh, I'm sorry. It's late.
You're going out of town for Christmas?
-Yeah, my grandmother's got a house out in the country,
in Piru.
-You're going to Peru? -(laughing) No.
-Piru.
It's up in the North end of the valley.
-Well, you have a good time
and we'll continue after the holiday break.
Oh, and, uh,
thank you for the oranges.
-Granny's got a million of 'em.
Doctor...
I don't think I want to do this anymore.
-Remember, I warned you
that this would require...
a kind of courage.
-Well, you have other volunteers.
-I understand.
Certain psychic abilities
can be... frightening.
-I'm not scared.
-Maybe you should be.
On the other hand...
maybe it was wrong for me to expect...
someone so young
could venture into these uncharted areas.
-Well, talk about it after Christmas.
Okay? -Yes, okay.
-Good bye, Doctor Newbury.
-Woman over PA: Dr. Wallace, report to operating room one.
Dr. Adam Wallace, report to operating room one.
-(sighs)
-You think she made contact?
-I think...
that she is playing little girl games.
Her body may be young,
but her soul is old,
older than we can imagine.
-You think she'll come back?
-She's gone too far. She'll be back.
And then she'll let me go as deep as I want.
She likes it...
loves it.
Knowledge, she can't resist it.
She wants to penetrate his mind...
see what he sees...
the way that he sees it.
-(indistinct chatter)
-(phone rings) -(hospital chatter)
-Woman: Captain Hank, report to emergency.
-My brother's coming to pick me up.
Could you let me know when he's here?
-I'm very busy, Miss.
-Well, if you see a red jeep outside,
will you let me know?
-I'll do my best.
-(whispers) Bitch.
-Excuse me?
-Woman: Dr. Evans, report to gynecology.
Dr. Evans, report to gynecology.
-Thank you.
-(phone ringing)
-Mount Memorial?
-(phone clicks)
-Nurse Corin, please report to reception.
Nurse Corin, please report to reception.
-(no audible dialogue)
-Excuse me.
Miss?
Hey!
Hey, excuse me?
Hey, what's wrong with you?
-(screams)
(screaming)
-Hey, Laura.
Hey, sis.
Come on.
-Is she all right? -Yeah, she's fine.
-Merry Christmas.
-Not for you.
-Hey. -Sorry, I couldn't help it.
-Remember that girl I was telling you about?
Jerri?
-Oh, the aerobics instructor?
-No, the stewardess.
-You're gonna bring this friendly skuzz
to granny's for the weekend?
-How'd you know?
-I'm psychic, remember?
-Do you mind?
-I'll get over it.
-Thanks.
Let's try to get an early start
and leave around 2:00. -Uh-uh, got my shrink at 3:00.
-Then we leave later, pea brain.
-Do you know how pea brain gets his belt off?
-How?
(laughing) You're sick.
-I'm not. -(engine starts)
-Okay, Timmy, you be a good little boy, now,
and take your medicine,
and Merry Christmas.
Ho ho ho!
Merry Christmas. -Merry Christmas, Santa.
-Want to lick my candy cane, little girl?
Ho ho ho.
Dr. Rothman, please report to nutrition.
-Now, what have we got here? -(door closes)
"Coma victim."
Hey, Ricky, want a drink?
What's that? Vegetables don't drink?
Great, pal.
More for me. Cheers.
(burps)
Cheers.
-(dramatic music plays)
-(sighs)
Hey, vegetable!
Who's your favorite singer?
Perry "Coma"? (laughing)
* Fly me to the moon
* Let me play among the stars *
(laughs)
Ho ho ho!
What the fu--
Hey, buddy. Easy, boy.
You're not well.
Hey, Ricky, about the broccoli,
I was just kidding, seriously.
Want a drink? No!
No! No!
-You were hostile to the receptionist
after telling Dr. Newbury you were quiting his experiment.
-She was a bitch.
-But you felt angry towards her?
-Yes. -And Dr. Newbury?
Does he make you angry?
-I guess so.
-That's probably why you imagined the receptionist dead.
You took revenge against her in your mind.
-I--
I don't know.
-Laura, I want to talk more about
those unusual experiences
you say you've been having since you were a child...
seeing things, if you will.
-After the plane crash,
when my parents died...
I told you, Doctor,
I don't really see things.
-But you see them in your mind.
What does it feel like?
Can you describe it to me?
-It's a creepy feeling.
A warm sensation in my spine,
and I get chills on my arms.
-Go on.
-My grandmother says
all our thoughts are just pieces of one big thought.
We just think about the little pieces,
but sometimes we're thinking about
the same little piece as someone else.
-(chuckles) Hm-hmm. Yes.
Scientists have been saying for years
that animals communicate in this way.
I believe it.
My Airedale, Earnest, every time I go away,
he knows before I'm even packing.
He starts to whine.
It's like a special sense that most of us don't have
or if we do, don't know how to use.
You might call it extra sensory perception.
-You mean I'm not crazy,
for an Airedale.
-(chuckles)
Laura, when you say you're having visions
of the past or flashes of future events,
I'm not doubting you,
but I am wondering if something else is going on.
-Like what?
-Laura, I'm not criticizing you.
I'm trying to put you in touch with your anger.
The plane crash, losing your parents while you survived,
the fact that you're blind and others aren't...
There's a pool of anger inside of you
and you have to let it go.
You need to reach out to people.
Let people help you cross the street
even if you can do it yourself.
Trust people more.
Who said you have to be the world's champion blind orphan?
-But, Doctor...
will I stop seeing these creepy things?
I hate it.
I don't want to see the future or the past...
or anything weird.
I just want to be normal.
-Laura...
no one is... normal.
-(screams)
-Yes?
Well, can I help you?
(screams)
(receptionist screams)
-Laura, this is Jerri.
Jerri, this is Laura. -Hi, nice to meet you.
-I never shake on the first date.
-Don't mind Laura. You should see her when she's really pissed.
-Well, it's nice to meet you anyway.
Chris tells me you're psychic.
-Chris tells me you give great head.
-Jesus, Laura.
-Oops.
-I'm good with my hands too.
Let's see, you take the 5 onto the 126
and then you turn left.
-Forget the map.
(Laura's voice echoes) You take the 101 to Moorpark Road.
It's the way we always go.
-So, Laura, tell me how long have you been handicapped?
-I don't consider myself handicapped.
-Oh.
-Laura'll kick your ass on water skis.
-That's wonderful.
-Change the subject, baby.
-(no audible dialogue)
-Ricky!
-Ricky, huh? New boyfriend?
-Hey, Merry Christmas, buddy.
Hop in.
Want to see why I hate Christmas?
Wife makes me wear it every year.
Would you wear porqueria like that?
Then again you could use a little brightening up.
Christo!
What happened to you, man?
You get a head transplant?
-(whimpers) -You okay, sis?
-Here, have some de Monet water.
It's natural carbonation.
-Merry Christmas to you too.
-(suspenseful music)
-Your pardon, young sir, I was at my devotions.
I did not hear you. -I'm sorry, sir,
but surely I made enough noise to awaken the dead.
-The government of France--
I've seen the uniforms
of many governments in my time.
What would a soldier of France want with him?
-(phone rings) - Shelter, for one thing.
Permit me to introduce myself: Lieutenant Andre Duvalier.
-126 service.
Oh, hi, Janet.
I'm glad you called.
I'm kind of lonesome here all by myself.
-Duvalier: I wouldn't want to inconvenience the French army.
-I'm just watching a movie.
Yeah, me too.
-(bell rings)
-Oh, wait. Wait a sec-- I got a customer.
Hold on though. Don't hang up.
I want you to talk dirty again to me
like you did last night.
Okay, okay, don't hang up.
Be right back.
-(chatter from television)
-Merry Christmas.
Can I help you?
-Janet: Hey, Greg, are you there?
Come on.
I want to talk dirty to you.
Greg.
Okay, listen. I know you're there.
I'm thinking about you
and my panties get wet just waiting for it.
(teasing) Oh, Greg.
-Duvalier!
-Yes, Baron? -Cognac for our guests.
-(humming)
(disappointed sigh) That was sure dumb.
-(bell rings)
-Phone's gonna ring.
-(phone rings)
(ringing)
-Hello.
Oh, hi, Chris, where are you?
-You know, people ask me all the time
if I'm not afraid of flying.
The airline says you have just as much chance dying in a plane crash
as you do being hit by lightening.
-And if they told you pit bulls make good house pets,
would you believe that too?
-Your favorite chestnut dressing.
What? (laughs)
Tell Laura I made gooseberry pie
just like when you were little.
Oh, Chris, I was gonna go out,
but it's such a long trip to the store.
Could you stop and get a couple of sticks of butter for me?
Thanks, dear.
I'll see you in an hour.
Drive carefully.
-(dramatic music plays)
-Woman (on TV): I've waited for you so long.
-(doorbell rings)
-Yes?
-The scene here at county hospital
is one of mass confusion
in the wake of two brutal murders.
According to Lieutenant Connely,
both the hospital receptionist
and an unidentified man dressed as Santa...
-(chatter through PA)
-Take me through this again, will you, Doc?
You say this guy was in a coma?
-Comatose for six years, yes.
-Comatose, six years.
How come he's running around killing people?
-I believe that he's innocent until proven guilty.
-You do? (chuckles)
Come here. Come on, I want to show you something.
Your, uh, coma victim, what's his name?
-Woman: Caldwell, Richard Caldwell.
-Caldwell rings a bell. Richard Caldwell--
Wait a minute, Ricky Caldwell?
That was about six years ago.
The Santa Claus Killer. He was really cute.
Chopped people up with an ax.
-She sees what he sees.
-It's not the same guy. It couldn't be.
This, uh, Ricky got iced in a shootout.
-Not quite. -I was there.
We pumped a dozen rounds into this bastard,
blew half his head off.
-His brain was surgically reconstructed.
We brought back some of his basic motor functions
so that his heart and lungs could keep working.
We may have even reactivated his memory centers,
but there was no way to know as long as he was in a coma.
-You jump started his memory, Doc, is that it?
-In the vernacular, yes.
-Great, sounds great.
I got to tell you.
If you don't mind my saying, I'd have pulled his plug.
-Even his life was of value, Lieutenant.
-Now, go ahead. Eat.
It's nice and hot, good for you.
There there.
You don't have to thank me.
-You see...
we're experimenting with coma victims.
We're trying to see
if people with psychic ability
can establish telepathic communications.
-I'm sorry, Doc,
but all this new-age stuff just goes right over my head.
-All right, look... (clears throat)
imagine, um--
Imagine a telephone hasn't been used in a while.
We're trying to see if we can make it ring.
-Okay, now watch this.
-Laura.
-Hear that?
-Laura.
-What do you make of that, Doc?
-There's a young woman that we use in the experiment.
She's extraordinary.
She doesn't even have any idea of her powers.
Her name is Laura. -Laura, huh?
And she just sort of rang his telephone, is that it?
-She touched his soul.
He's drawn to her.
-She sees what he sees.
But what if Ricky sees what Laura sees.
-Just got a report in from the sheriff's office.
There's a homicide out on old Moorpark Road.
They found hospital tags on the scene.
I think it just might be our boy.
-Laura who, Doc? Where is she?
-Laura Anderson.
I don't know where she is,
but I'll tell you one thing, Lieutenant.
You had better find her before he does.
-(Christmas music plays)
-Those are my grandchildren, Chris and Laura.
That one's Laura. Pretty, isn't she?
You know, she's handicapped too.
They're coming tonight.
It's an annual tradition.
I'm just checking to see
if Santa left a gift for you.
-(granny screams)
-Jerri: * We wish you a Merry Christmas *
* We wish you a Merry Chris-- * -Wait, start--
I'll start low if you start high, okay?
-Okay.
* We wish-- -Chris: No, I start low.
You start high. -Okay, okay, okay.
Chris and Jerri: * We wish you a Merry Christmas *
* We wish you a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year *
* We wish you a Merry Christmas *
* And a happy New Year
-Jerri: * Good tidings we-- (laughs)
-What's wrong?
-(sighs) I guess I'm just tired.
-You two go in and I'll get the bags.
-Granny?
Granny!
She's not here. -You sure?
-She always hears the car.
She always comes out on the porch to wait for us.
-Oh, shit. I forgot to pick up some butter.
-Something's not right.
-Maybe she walked down to the Otz's house.
Unless the Bogey Man got her.
-Chris isn't gonna let the Bogey Man get us.
Are you, Chris?
-Where's a telephone booth? I have to change.
-I like you just the way you are, Clark.
(giggling)
-Careful you two don't drown each other.
-Chris: Laura, give it a rest, will ya'?
-There's something wrong.
Chris, I'm serious.
Something's wrong.
-Laura, don't go all Twilight Zone on us, please.
This chair's out of place.
-That chair's always right there by the fireplace.
-How can she tell? -We grew up in this house.
She knows every inch of it by heart.
-The chair should be here.
-So the chair is moved. What's the big deal?
Come on, Jer, I'll show you the rest of the house.
-Granny?
(laughing) Granny.
-(footsteps approach)
-Wow, neat old house.
-Hey, Laura, are you okay?
Why don't you start that bath?
I'll check out the food situation.
-(humming)
-(water running)
-Happy hour.
-(glass clinks)
-(liquid pours)
-Hey, don't be sad.
-I can't help it this time a year.
It makes me think about Mom and Dad.
-Hey.
To Christmases past, present, and future.
-(humming)
-(dog barks)
(barking)
-I don't know about this.
-Just come on in.
-Whoa.
(sighs)
Whoa. -Too hot?
-You or the water?
-Mhmm, it's so nice.
I don't think your sister likes me very much.
-I don't know. It takes her a while to warm up to people.
I don't want to talk about Laura.
-Okay.
-Oh, hey, what are you doing?
-(giggles) Scrub my back.
-Like that?
-More like this.
-You want me to scrub your back?
-Shut up.
-It's just an old cop grabbing at straws here,
but, uh,
if this guy's really on her wavelength...
is it possible that wherever she's gone
he's headed that way too.
-She said that she was going to her grandmother's
for the holidays. -Uh-huh.
I don't suppose you know where grandma lives.
-She mentioned something about, uh, Piru.
-Oh, that's north
or could be west.
It's about 50/50. You can take your choice.
You're not blowing smoke up my ass, are you, Doc?
-That sounds like an enterprise of great pith,
and moment which I would just as soon decline.
-Just asking.
-She always brings me oranges.
She said something about...
her grandmother having a lot of orange trees.
-(buttons clicking) -Well, that's something anyway.
(coughs) Yeah? Connely here.
I want you to go through
the names of all the orange growers in Ventura.
Look for Anderson,
registered as Anderson.
Yeah. Right.
-(heroic music)
-Wait. Wait!
-Maybe we should go look for granny at the Otz's.
-(frantic squeaking)
-Come on, babe, let's go for a walk.
-(bird screeches)
-There's the North Star.
There's the Big Dipper.
Right over there, that's Orion.
-Where's Orion?
I don't see it.
Come on now, baby. Don't try to scare me.
I don't like it, okay?
-Ahh!
-Who lives here?
-Workers, people who pick the oranges.
They come and go. -Maybe Granny's here.
-I'd give it a try.
-(knocking)
-(dog barks)
-How about that house?
-Man: Gustav.
-Man 2: She saved you.
She loves you.
You must...
help...
(sighs) her...
tonight.
Her soul cries out
for release.
Go back.
-Nobody at the Otz's house either.
-Yeah, I forgot. Carrie always goes down to Baja this time of year.
There's a trailer near La Fonda.
-You're worried, aren't you?
I can tell.
-Well, it's weird. It's Christmas Eve
and Granny's not here.
My kid sister's alone at the house.
-She's hardly a kid.
Anyway, what about me?
-Hey, everybody's a kid on Christmas.
-Won't need those soon.
-Uh, you mean, um...
-We're practically there already.
-Uh-huh.
-You, um-- You hooked up?
I mean, with one of these?
-Oh, no.
I make it a rule never to attempt
two important functions simultaneously.
-That's what I said,
but once you get one,
you'll never know how you did without it.
You know, you got call registry,
and call waiting, call forwarding,
hundred memory auto-dialer.
You got a stick? -A what?
-Well, if you drive a stick shift,
you need the hands-free option.
That's a must.
-Sounds like you have a financial stake
in these hazardous toys.
-Well, I do get 100 bucks off my cellular bill
for every new sign-up.
-Well, perhaps you should
conserve your zeal and vigor
for the pursuit of our lost friend.
-Doc, you seem to know your way
around all this mystical stuff,
but do you know what they call it
when you get deja vu twice?
-A reoccurring extra-sensory phenomenon.
-No.
Stupid.
(laughs)
(laughing)
(laughing continues)
(chuckles)
-You should give her a chance, Laura.
Give me a chance.
Be more tolerant of people, okay?
I know it's hard, but nobody's perfect.
You don't have to be perfect either.
I love you so much.
-I'm sorry, Chris.
-It's okay.
-I've been so jumpy lately.
I don't know why.
-That experiment?
-Maybe.
I just feel like
that something's pressing at me
and I keep pushing it away.
Does that sound crazy?
-What does your shrink say?
-He says it's the dis--
disequal--
disequilibrating phase of my development.
-What does that mean?
-Heck if I know, just plain nuts.
-Yeah, well, if you weren't a little nuts,
you wouldn't be my sister.
We're two peas in a pod.
-Two peas in a pod...
and Granny.
Where is Granny?
-The Otz's house was locked up,
nobody home.
-We should go into town and look for her.
-Just give her another 15 minutes.
Granny won't mind if we warm up dinner.
I'm starved.
-Did you move your car? -No, why?
-It's not there anymore.
-You know, with all your talk about scientific theory...
there's one thing you keep leaving out of the mix,
a little item called murder.
-Granny.
-Granny!
-(screams)
-Okay, what's going on?
-Oh, Chris, please!
-Something really weird is happening. We just found my car...
-Upside down in the orange grove... -Completely trashed.
-Let's go. We can walk to the highway, please.
-What if Granny needs our help? -Why don't we call the cops?
-Smart.
-I'll call.
-(dial spins)
(phone clatters)
-It's dead. -Let me give it a try.
-(clicking)
-"You see, Vitius, even the phone is dead."
-It's not funny, Chris!
-Look, if somebody robbed the place,
don't you think we'd have noticed by now?
-Look.
-My picture...
it's gone.
-Carved him up pretty good, huh?
-Red reactivates his childhood trauma.
-(phone rings)
-Wait a minute. That's my car.
-(ringing)
-Yeah? Hello?
Damn it. Yeah, Connely!
Yeah, what you got?
I'm in Piru.
-(sighs)
Can you hear me, Ricky?
You find her yet?
Your soul still searching?
I should have left you alone.
I'm sorry.
I should have let you sleep.
-Okay, about 15 minutes up the road is a farm
registered with the Orange Groves Association
under the name of Anderson.
Let's hope it's the same one.
Let's hope we're not too late.
-(engine starts)
-It's him.
I know it is.
-Chris: Who, Laura?
-He was a little boy...
and then--
and then something happened...
something terrible.
-What happened? What little boy?
-I saw into his mind.
He was showing me his past.
-Who? What are you talking about?
-I don't know what's going on here,
but whatever it is--
(screams) -Holy shit!
-It's no use.
He won't be stopped.
-(Ricky screams)
-(coughs) -Are you okay?
He almost killed her.
-It's not her he's after.
-You know this guy, Laura?
-If we stay here, he'll kills us all.
-So what are you going to do when we find him?
-Well, uh...
we always hope that the guy will surrender...
themselves,
but in a case like this,
it's really very difficult to tell.
I'd just kind of like to stop him before he kills somebody else.
You know what I mean?
-Then there's a possibility that you'll kill him.
-Well, there's always that possibility.
-There's no way that you can
trap him, take him alive?
-I suppose you'd get all bent
if somebody was to suggest
you care more about your scientific theory
than you do about innocent people.
-There are no innocent people, Lieutenant.
We're all guilty.
Guilty of being stupid,
irrational, doomed,
and badly designed.
No, science is the only way
to restore our innocence.
Ricky isn't a killer.
He's a way to stop people from killing...
like snake venom is a way to cure the bite.
-Well, studying snakes
is your thing, Doc.
Stomping on 'em is mine.
And speaking of snakes,
excuse me while I relieve the reptile.
-(car engine starts)
-Crazy son of a bitch.
-Come on, Chris, let's go.
Didn't he say he was just going upstairs?
Look, Laura, we're all in this together, okay?
Chris?
Hurry.
Chris?
-(footsteps approach)
-Look what I found.
It's grandad's old greener,
12 gauge and shells.
This thing must be 100 years old.
Hope these are still good.
-What's the matter?
Come on, Laura.
-Wait.
-What is it? -I don't know.
-(screaming)
-Laura: Hang on! Jerri!
Jerri?
No!
Don't!
-Chris: Run! Go back to the house!
-No, Chris!
-(Laura screams) -Go.
-Let's go back. -No.
-(coughs)
-Hello, Ricky.
It's Dr. Newbury.
-(recorder clicks) -(Laura screams)
-Easy, easy, easy, easy. -(whimpering)
-All right, Laura, it's okay.
It's all right, you're just dreaming.
-(Laura's breath evens)
-Now, tell me. What was it?
She woke you up, didn't she?
-Laura: I dreamed I could see.
-Newbury: That's normal.
And what else?
-Well, nothing really. It was just a crazy dream.
-Well, that's what you're here for, Laura, to dream.
What kind of a dream?
-A dream about Christmas...
obviously because tonight is Christmas Eve.
-And what about Christmas?
-(Laura laughs)
Santa Claus.
-(grunts)
(coughs) Ricky.
Ricky.
-Laura.
-He's dead, isn't he?
Isn't he?
-Yes.
-(cries) Two peas in a pod.
He was all I had.
-I'm sorry.
-(cries quietly)
-I loved him too.
We can't just wait here for this maniac
to come get us.
(screams)
-There's another gun.
My grandfather's army pistol,
it's under one of the beds.
Maybe this one.
It must be the other.
-Stay here, I'll go get it. -No! Jerri--
-Shh, I'll be right back, I promise.
-Jerri. -Yeah?
-I'm sorry I was mean to you.
-(screams)
-Jerri?
I can feel you here.
Jerri.
(gasps)
(cries)
-Laura.
-(screams)
-(lock clicks)
-(heavy breathing)
-(rat squeaks) -(screams)
-(clanging, clattering)
-(Grandma echoing) Laura.
-No.
-Laura, listen to me, dear.
-No.
-Are you listening?
You must listen to me, Laura.
You have the power.
It is a gift.
You must accept it.
Learn how to use it.
-I'm scared, Granny.
-Don't be frightened, child.
Use your power.
Use it to do good for people.
Use it for your life and the lives of others.
-But I don't know what to do, Granny.
Please help me.
-Concentrate, Laura.
Use your mind like a lens
to gather the light
to shine on darkness where you cannot see.
Use your power, child.
No one can hurt you if you use the power.
-Granny?
Granny, you're here.
I can feel you near me.
Granny.
Granny!
Granny, please don't leave me.
Please don't leave me!
Help me!
Help.
(screams)
-(footsteps approach)
-Now we're even.
(whimpers)
-Chris: Hey, bubble head!
-(gun clicks)
-Is it live or is it Memorex?
-(gunshot)
-(gun clicks)
-Chris!
-(strangled coughs)
(coughing)
-I'm over here, Ricky.
Come and play.
(sniffling)
-(siren wails)
-Give me a call some time, Doc.
-Lieutenant.
Don't...
be stupid.
(shaky breathing)
(shivering)
-I love you, Chris.
-(police radio chatter)
-Call ahead to intensive care to set up life support.
With a little luck, we can save this guy.
-(siren wails)
-Um, how you doing? Are you okay?
-I'll be fine. Thanks.
-I don't know how you did it.
I guess there's a lot of things that I don't know.
-Merry Christmas.
-(car engine starts)
-And a happy New Year.
-(music plays)