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(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

MAN: Kay, wake up!

Come on, Kay. You're going to be late.

It's going to take at least a half hour to get to your brother's place.

I was having that... I was having that nightmare again.

Something was after me.

Seth called last night, after you went to sleep.

He was worried you wouldn't be back in time for the opening of his show.

Of course I assured him we would be.

He said to make sure you enjoyed yourself,

and you shouldn't worry about nothing.

- David! - What?

Maybe it's the wrong time to go away. Maybe we should wait.

Don't be silly. This is a perfect time.

Besides, a vacation is exactly what you need right now.

I just don't feel right about leaving.

You know what your problem is?

You're a workaholic.

I'm worried about the show.

I know.

That's the reason you're having those nightmares again.

You know, Eric has gone to a lot of trouble to get hold of this place.

And from the way he makes it sound, it's the next best thing to paradise.

Besides, it's just what your doctor ordered.

One week away from the rat race.

And I guarantee, you won't need these anymore.

Now, come on. Get a move on. We'll be late!

(SOFT FLUTE MUSIC)

(PHONE RINGS IN THE BACKGROUND)

(MUSIC CONTINUES, SPEECH INAUDIBLE)

That was Norman on the phone. He's on his way to pick us up.

Why this mad rush to go on vacation?

This happens to be the only time that McNally can give us the house.

It's also the only time that David can drag my sister away from work.

Eric, I'm as concerned about your sister as you are.

But a whole week with Kay is not my idea of a vacation.

Why can't we ever get away alone, just the two of us?

What about the Florida trip last year?

A fishing camp in the Everglades is not a romantic getaway.

Just once I'd like to go somewhere where they actually have a hotel.

It was a hotel in Mexico City and we were alone then.

That was four years ago and it doesn't count because it was our honeymoon.

Well, I promise you this will be one vacation you'll never forget.

I've never forgotten any of them, believe me.

- Are you taking your fishing gear? - You bet.

An island in the middle of nowhere has got to be a fisherman's dream.

That's what I was afraid of.

Uh, damn it!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Come on, Kay! The car's loaded. We're ready to go.

(AIRCRAFT ENGINES IN BACKGROUND)

- Sure you can handle everything? - Everything's under control.

Make sure that Cheryl gets those locations before Thursday.

- Relax, I'll handle it. - I'll call you on Wednesday.

I told you a million times. There's no phone service on the island.

I just thought of something.

I forgot to ask McNally how to get to the house.

This came from McNally last night.

He's taken care of all the supplies you'll need.

There's directions to the house.

Have a good vacation and don't worry about anything.

- I'll bring back some of the fish I catch. - Don't bother. I hate fish!

(PROPELLER STARTS UP)

Well, there's no turning back now.

You're on vacation, whether you like it or not.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

What's wrong?

You know me and flying.

- You fly all the time. - Yeah, but not in planes like this one.

There it is.

- It's surrounded by water. - Most islands are.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

I thought it was supposed to be sunny and warm.

Eric probably thinks this is sunny and warm.

Look at this. It's beautiful!

Eric, if this is a joke, it's not funny.

What are you talking about? This is paradise.

McNally says it's got the best fishing on the whole coast.

Any truth in that, Mr Marsh?

Used to be, years ago. Not so much anymore.

Are we the only ones here?

Some tourists drift out during the season

but there ain't nobody here this time of year.

I can see why.

I feel like I've been here before.

You ain't the first I've heard say that, and you won't be the last.

This island is the kind of place folks dream about.

So Eric, where do we go from here?

Well, according to McNally's map, there's a fort up the beach.

The house is about a mile past that. He says we can't miss it.

You've got to be joking. A mile?

We have to walk a mile with all this stuff?

It's all part of the deal. No pollution, no hassles.

Just the beauty of nature and the four of us.

Isn't that right, Mr Marsh?

He's not much on long goodbyes, is he?

I got the distinct impression he's not very fond of tourists either.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

This place gives me the creeps.

If walls can talk, this old fort would have quite a story to tell.

I feel like someone's watching us.

You heard old Marsh. There's no one on the island except the four of us.

Nobody living, that is.

DAVID: I'll say one thing. It's the perfect place to get away from it all.

BROOKE: Yeah, if you happen to be a sand crab.

ERIC: You've got no spirit of adventure, Brooke.

I don't need adventure. I need sidewalks.

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

What do you think this was?

Well, according to McNally's map, it was a theatre.

How quaint! A little touch of culture in the wilderness.

Maybe my last film played there.

It's a good possibility, considering the condition of the place.

Hey, you want me to carry you?

Come on! You can do all the sights after we get settled.

What's so interesting?

Don't you recognise that building?

No. Should I?

I painted that building. It's still in my studio.

You just painted something that looked like that.

Come on. Let's go before we get eaten alive.

BROOKE: I'm dying, Eric. I'm not going to make it.

Just hang on. We passed the boathouse back there

so it can't be much further.

Well, there it is.

BROOKE: That's the house?

McNally was right when he said you couldn't miss it.

It's sort of...

I think 'rundown' is the word you're looking for.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Wow!

- Very nice. - It's fantastic.

Ah, this is great.

Eric, I will never doubt you again.

Look at the size of this place, will you?

So this is what McNally does with all his money.

He must have a lot of it too.

The wood in here is just absolutely beautiful.

I'm going to check out downstairs.

- Anybody want to go upstairs? - I want to come!

Let's go.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

My, my.

Oh, boy!

Brandy. My favourite kind. Mmm.

Caviar, ugh!

It's a little obvious, wouldn't you say?

It's definitely somebody's playroom.

You and Kay take it. It wouldn't do me any good.

Eric came to fish.

Whisky, Scotch, Cognac!

Gin.

(EXCLAIMS)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

Voilà!

That's nice.

Hm.

(EERIE MUSIC)

(KNOCKING)

I came back to warn you.

Warn us about what?

The report from the coastguard says there's a storm moving up from the gulf.

They're unpredictable this time of year.

Weather looks okay to me.

Things aren't always what they appear to be.

I used to live on this island. I know what a storm can do.

It'll come at you from all sides,

make it impossible for me to land a plane.

I think we'll take our chances.

Suit yourself.

But don't say I didn't warn you.

That is one weird dude.

Come on, let's celebrate.

(WHISTLING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Now you're starting to hear sounds that don't exist, Wally.

Next thing, you'll be seeing things that ain't there.

You're spending too much time on these islands alone, old man.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

What you need is a companion. That's what you need.

A woman.

Or maybe a dog.

(WHISTLING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

Ah!

(SUDDEN BURST OF DRAMATIC MUSIC)

- Come on, you guys. - You're out of your mind.

(LAUGHING)

About time you woke up.

I was just going to flip you over and bake the other side.

You want something to drink? I'm going to run up to the house.

- No. - You're sure?

How about something to eat?

- Nothing, thanks. - Okay.

ERIC: ...all the way out there. Four miles out...

Come on, you guys. It's not cold at all.

- Come on. - Nevermind. Nevermind.

(WAVES CRASHING ON THE SHORE)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(SWITCHES LIGHT OFF)

Found a flare gun we can use in case you're... in big trouble.

(LAUGHING)

What kind of big trouble?

Tropical storms. Uncontrollable, unpredictable.

You can't trust them.

That's why they used to name them after women.

Oh!

You know, this place even has an elevator.

Cut that out!

- How long before we eat? - Ten minutes.

Good.

I'll see if David needs any help.

Smile, Kay. You're on vacation.

(WAVES CRASHING)

For the life of me, Kay, I can't figure out what's bothering you.

This new style you're painting isn't new

and if you ask me, you're making a big mistake.

I'm not asking you.

Where are you getting all your ideas, anyway?

I paint what I see.

No, you don't. You paint what you dream.

You were headed right for the top, then you throw in this surrealist crap.

Naturally, the critics are going to tear you apart.

Don't pay any attention to him. He's just had too much vino.

I know what I'm talking about.

I've directed enough commercials to know you've got have a hook.

People have to relate to it. It's got to be real.

It's getting late. I'm going to bed.

If you want to fish at the break of dawn, you'd better get some sleep too.

Yeah, you're right.

- Goodnight, David. - Goodnight, Brooke.

See you in the morning.

Goodnight, Kay. I'll see you in the morning.

- Goodnight, David. - Goodnight, Eric.

Goodnight, Kay.

I love you.

Goodnight.

You're supposed to be enjoying this.

- I don't like it here. - Why not?

There's just something about this place.

As much as I hate to admit it, Eric is right.

You're building this wall of depression around you.

It's this place.

It makes my skin crawl.

(ANGRY) It's not this place, Kay, for Christ's sake!

It's those damn dreams of yours.

Sometimes, honest to God, I think you're slipping over the edge.

Great. Just great.

Wonderful vacation.

(THUNDER)

You know what I think? I think she should see a doctor.

She's married to one.

I mean a psychiatrist.

Something's bothering her and it's putting a strain on the relationship.

You can see it in the way they treat each other.

It happens to the best of us. It'll pass.

(GENTLE MELANCHOLIC MUSIC)

Hey.

Hey, I'm sorry.

Do you ever get the feeling that... Kay's afraid of something?

Eric, she's frightened of something!

Her career is on the line because the pressure's on.

What did David mean when he said that she's painting her dreams?

You've seen her work. You can't make any sense out of it.

I don't think that's what he meant. I think there's more to it than that.

I'm scared, David.

Scared of what?

I can't explain it.

I know it sounds crazy

but sometimes, just as I'm drifting off to sleep,

- I feel that... - Feel what?

...that when I wake up, my real life will be gone.

My dreams will have taken its place.

It's only in your mind, Kay. It's not real.

You know, it's just one of those demons that surface every once in a while.

We all have them.

(LIGHTNING STRIKE)

- I love you, David. - I love you too.

(MUSIC GROWS LOUDER)

(THUNDER)

(THUNDER)

(HEAVY RAIN)

(GENTLE CLATTER)

(GENTLE CLATTER)

(THUNDER)

(WINDOW BASHING OPEN WITH THE WIND)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(QUIET DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(THUNDER)

(MUSIC GROWS LOUDER)

(THUNDER)

(CREAKING)

(LOUD THUNDER)

(THUNDER)

(SUDDEN BURST OF DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(MUSIC INDICATING SUSPENSE)

(ANGUISHED CRIES)

(FAST-PACED DISCORDANT MUSIC)

(CREAKING)

(SILENCE)

Eric! Are you in there?

Eric?

(CLOCK CHIMES)

(MUSIC INDICATING SUSPENSE)

(GASPS)

What the hell are you doing? You almost locked me out.

- My God, Eric. You scared me. - I'm sorry.

What are you doing out there?

One of the windows kept blowing in the wind.

- What are you doing up? - The thunder woke me.

- Are you all right? - I am now.

- Eric? - What?

Promise me the next time you get out of bed to check on something

- you'll wake me first? - Why?

- Just promise me. - Okay.

(THUNDER)

(SEDUCTIVE MUSIC)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(SCREAMS LOUDLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Not bad, huh?

(ANGUISHED) David!

Eric!

- Now what? - I'll see what it is.

David!

Eric!

Hey, what is it?

- No, let go! - Tell me what happened.

Listen at me. Hey!

He probably didn't want to wake you

so he slipped out early and headed up the beach somewhere.

- It didn't happen like that. - How the hell do you know?

I dreamed it. I saw it all in a dream.

Don't start this shit, Kay.

The light's on.

I probably left it on last night when I was down here.

The storm last night left us a little present.

What a mess.

I wonder how the water got in here.

It came from the elevator shaft.

Looks like it came from there. Must be a leak in the roof.

I'm worried, Eric. What if something really has happened to David?

It hasn't.

It isn't like him to take off without saying a word to somebody.

I'm telling you, nothing has happened.

He's probably at the beach with all the cameras he's got.

He's dead.

It happened in there.

Nobody has been here for a long time.

David was here last night.

There's nothing here but an elevator and an empty shaft.

It's getting cold. I'm going upstairs.

You'd better put some clothes on before you freeze to death.

(EERIE MUSIC)

(CREAKING)

There's nothing up here.

(CREAKING)

(SOFT EERIE MUSIC)

(MUSIC GROWS LOUDER)

ERIC: David!

David!

David!

(FIRE CRACKLING)

I brought some coffee.

You okay?

Okay, there's nothing to worry about.

David's out there somewhere.

I bet he just stumbled on something really interesting

and got so involved he probably just lost his way.

Have you ever had a nightmare that was so real

that you thought it was actually happening?

Sure, but they're just dreams.

They're not real.

If I tell you something, do you promise not to tell Eric?

Why?

Because he doesn't understand.

(FOOTSTEPS)

- Any sign of him? - No.

I've been up and down every square inch of the coast. Nothing.

Eric, none of David's clothes are gone except his bathrobe.

- So what? - I don't think he's just out there

- snapping photographs! - What do you think happened?

- Think he disappeared into thin air? - No, I'm just saying...

Everything's got a logical explanation.

ERIC: You're talking like a fool.

I don't want to argue about it, okay?

If he comes back, that's great. If he doesn't, I'll go out and look for him.

Look, I'm sorry.

Forgive me?

David!

David!

David!

We should split up, Eric. We're wasting our energy.

All right.

I'll go inland and circle toward the fort.

You go up the beach and backtrack toward the fort.

Couldn't take us more than a couple of hours.

We'll meet back there around noon.

- What if we don't find him? - We'll find him.

(QUIET EERIE MUSIC)

BROOKE: David!

David!

ERIC: David!

David!

(MUSIC INDICATING SUSPENSE)

(METALLIC CLANGING)

David?

(QUIET EERIE MUSIC)

(MUSIC GROWS LOUDER)

(MUSIC FADES)

David!

(WAVE CRASHING ON THE SHORE)

ERIC: David!

David!

(EERIE MUSIC)

(MUSIC GROWS LOUDER)

(MUSIC GROWS LOUDER)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SHORT GASP)

(MUSIC GROWS LOUDER)

(DISCORDANT MUSIC)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

- What are you going to do? - Fire some flares.

Did you give her the pills, like I told you?

I put them in the coffee I took up to her.

Good.

Wait a minute!

Eric, Kay's seen the killer in her dream.

She's convinced that if she goes to sleep again we'll all die.

- Stop it, Brooke. - Why won't you listen?

Let me tell you something you don't know about my sister.

When we were kids, my father gave her a kitten one Christmas.

Two days later, my mother found the animal in the meat freezer

we kept in the garage, frozen to death.

Kay said something in her dreams did it.

My parents sent her to a psychiatrist until she was 16

because of her nightmares.

Maybe that strange sensitivity is what makes her such a fine artist

but it's got nothing to do with David's death.

What killed him was not a nightmare. It was something very real.

Eric!

(FLARES)

(FLARES)

- What are you doing? - She wants more coffee.

What's wrong?

I don't feel right about what we've done.

You should get some rest, Kay.

I don't want to sleep.

You don't understand. I've seen it, Eric.

- Seen what? - The thing that killed David.

- How? - In a dream!

- That's impossible, Kay. - I saw it!

He tried to close the elevator doors and it was out there, waiting for him.

Kay, you've got to understand you've had a terrible shock.

We all have, but it is dangerous to take it too far.

- I mean, your dreams... - One dream! Only one.

The same dream over and over again.

- It started when we lived in that house. - That was years ago.

Papa gave me the kitten. I woke up screaming.

I remember it, far away, coming at me,

the sound that it made. It did terrible things.

And the more I dreamed it, the more real it became.

The theatre, I painted it. It was in the dream.

And so was the front door to this house.

What?

Queen something... queen.

You see, it was just like a premonition all those years.

I've created it.

And I'll keep on doing it until it no longer needs me to give it life.

I gave you something that'll make you sleep.

It's just some phenobarb.

- No! - It's for your own good, Kay.

No, no!

You'll feel better after you get some sleep.

You're hurting her!

(SCREAMING)

- Kay! - No, no!

(WAILING) No, no, no!

No! Please!

She's asleep.

- Why haven't they sent help? - I don't know.

Maybe they never saw the flares.

Maybe Marsh is right. Maybe they can't fly in this weather.

Shouldn't we at least take the body down?

No. They've got to see it the way we found it.

- We just wait. - No one's coming back for days.

What the hell are we waiting for?

For whatever happened to David to happen to one of us?

What if everything Kay said is true?

It's not!

What about the theatre in her painting?

When we went down to the cellar, you couldn't figure out how the rain got in.

Kay knew about the elevator doors before she even saw them.

- How did she know? - Don't do this, Brooke.

- What about the cellar lights? - I told you, I probably left it on.

Probably?

Dreams don't drag men out of bed in the middle of the night.

It's not a thing from a nightmare. It is someone real and alive.

- Of course! - What is it?

There was someone here besides the four of us.

- Who? - Marsh.

But... we saw him leave.

Did we?

Maybe the reason he hasn't flown out here to help us

is because he's already here. He never left.

(SUDDEN BURST OF EERIE MUSIC)

There has to be more flares down in the boathouse.

Please don't leave me alone.

It'll be all right in the house.

Just lock the door and make sure you don't open it for anything.

I won't be long. I promise. Okay?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(WAVES CRASHING IN BACKGROUND)

(EERIE MUSIC)

Holy shit.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CREAKING)

(LOUD BANG)

Get a hold of yourself, Eric.

(CREAKING)

(WAVES CRASHING)

Damn it.

(ANGUISHED CRIES)

(FAST-PACED DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(GENTLE MELANCHOLIC MUSIC)

(SCREAMS)

(FAST-PACED DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Eric!

Eric!

(THUNDER)

(ANGUISHED CRIES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(LIGHTNING STRIKE)

(HEAVY RAIN)

Eric?

(SUDDEN GASP)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(SUDDEN BURST OF EERIE MUSIC)

(LOUD BANG)

Queen.

Something queen!

(MUSIC GROWS LOUDER)

(SCREAMS)

(FAST-PACED DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(GLASS SMASHING)

(MUSIC FADES)

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

Brooke!

Eric!

(QUIET EERIE MUSIC)

(SUDDEN BURST OF DRAMATIC MUSIC)

No...

(MUSIC GROWS LOUDER)

(GASPS)

(SUDDEN BURST OF DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(SCREAMS)

I told them.

(QUIET DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(MUSIC GROWS LOUDER)

I'm telling.

I know all about you...

...what you want.

(MUSIC GROWS LOUDER)

(MUSIC FADES)

(CLATTERING)

Just stay awake.

That's all you have to do.

Just stay awake.

(LOUD METALLIC CLATTER)

(PANTING)

(HEAVY RAIN)

(LIGHTNING STRIKE)

(LIGHTNING STRIKE)

(WHISTLING)

(QUIET EERIE MUSIC)

"There is no character,

"howsoever good and fine,

"but it can be destroyed by ridicule,

"howsoever poor and witless.

"Observe the ass, for instance:

"his character is perfect..."

(BANGING)

"...he is the choicest..."

(QUIET EERIE MUSIC)

(SUDDEN BANG)

(GLASS SMASHING)

(THUNDER)

Oh, stay awake.

Stay awake.

(DISCORDANT MUSIC)

(GLASS SMASHING)

(LIGHTNING STRIKE)

(MUSIC INDICATING SUSPENSE)

Ah!

(LIGHTNING STRIKES)

(ELECTRICAL SPARKS)

(BANGING)

(MUSIC INDICATING SUSPENSE)

(BANGING)

Leave me alone!

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(MUSIC INDICATING SUSPENSE)

(MUSIC GROWS LOUDER)

(RATTLING)

(SUDDEN BURST OF DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(CLATTERING)

(FAST-PACED DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(SCREAMS)

(MUSIC FADES)

No!

(GUNSHOT)

(CRACKLING)

(FAST-PACED DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(COUGHING)

(MUSIC GROWS LOUDER)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMS)

(GROWLING)

WOMAN: Kay, wake up!

Hey, sleepyhead. We're all waiting.

Are you going to lay in bed all day?

Your brother's already started opening his presents.

If you don't get downstairs soon, he'll open all yours too.

What's wrong, pumpkin?

I had a bad dream.

Hurry up, Kay. You're missing everything.

There's a trillion presents under the Christmas tree for you.

A trillion and one.

Santa Claus sure must have liked those cookies you left,

because he sure did bring you a special gift.

- (CAT MIAOWS) - Merry Christmas, Kay.

(EERIE MUSIC)