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(creepy ambient music)

(intense violin music)

(creepy ambient music)

(sprinklers chugging) (children shouting)

(baby coos) (rattle jingling)

Hi, Lia.

You want me to read you a story?

Once upon a time on the edge of a great forest,

there lived a woodcutter and his wife.

They were poor and had barely enough to live on,

but they loved each other and they loved

their two children, Hansel and Gretel.

It was a time of famine in the forest,

and the woodcutter and his wife could

hardly find food to fill their own bellies.

Let alone their two children.

They didn't know what to do.

In the end the woodcutter said,

"We'll have to take the children into the woods,

"and leave them to fend for themselves. "

While his wife was still sleeping the next morning,

he took the children out with him when he went to chop wood.

He said, "Sit and sleep under this tree while I get to work.

"I'll wake you when it's time to go home."

But when they awoke it was dark,

and there was no sign of their father.

They were alone in the big, dark forest, all alone.

Now Hansel and Gretel were very scared.

They ran through the woods, but everywhere

they'd see the wild animals were waking.

Then they saw ahead of them a wonderful house

that looked like a giant tree, but inside there lived

a wicked witch who killed children and ate them.

And when the children came closer the tree began to move.

(Man): Scotty, you better practice that Nintendo,

because when I get home I'm gonna win.

- No way! - Yeah!

I'll beat you, no way, no no no!

Hello, little beauty, you little beauty!

(smooch)

Bye, baby!

(Mother): Bye, Diana. We'll see you Sunday night.

(Creepy music)

(loud breathing) (lullaby playing on mobile)

(baby sighing and cooing)

(baby fussing)

Honey, you're gonna love this. I forgot my glasses.

(glasses clinking)

(lullaby from mobile)

(suspenseful music)

(frogs ribbiting)

Alan!

Alan! Alan!

(baby crying)

The blood of the child is pure now.

In death it gives you life.

(barking dogs) (intense musical sting)

The cycle is complete.

Begin another.

(growling dog)

(somber music)

(phones ringing) (muffled muzak)

(P.A): George, call on Line 27 please, George.

- You expecting snow? - Oh! (laughs)

- Phil Sterling, right? - Yeah.

- Ralph Hess. - Good to meet you.

Welcome to the belly of the beast.

(P.A.) Call Mr. Zeller when you can, Pamela, Mr. Zeller.

I'll look at those lists this afternoon, okay?

(P.A): Vince, Line 17, Vince.

Gail, say hello to Phil Sterling.

Hello.

- How was the flight? - Terrific.

- First time in LA? - Yeah.

(clears throat)

This is terrific. Great face.

(P.A): Nancy Roman, you have a call on Line 18.

These are all good.

It's unusual to see a public service campaign

with a sense of humor and irreverence.

Thank you.

We're doin' a lot of public service,

and there's no reason why it shouldn't look

just as good as the rest of our stuff, you know?

I understand.

Well, at the agency in Chicago,

it was a hands-on thing for you.

It's a little different out here.

We have media planners,

marketing consultants, creative directors.

Is that gonna be a problem?

I'm happy where I am.

I built a reputation in Chicago, and we love living there.

Do you want the job?

Yes.

(somber music)

Charming.

(Phil): I can fix that.

Can we afford this?

We can rent it for six months.

'Til we find something.

It has potential.

(chuckles) Potential?

We're comin' from a two bedroom

apartment on the west side of Chicago.

It's a Ned Runcie house, did you know that?

- Runcie? - Yeah, the architect.

(pleasant music) (heavy breathing)

You know that room up there by the kitchen?

Yeah.

It's gonna make a beautiful den.

Really?

You don't just wanna have a guest bedroom?

I don't want any guests.

Who do we know anyway?

What, do we think people are gonna pop in from Chicago?

Oh, I don't know, you never know,

somebody might arrive unexpectedly.

One of your relatives?

Yeah, a relative, you could say.

Only not to visit, maybe permanently.

Your mother?

(laughs) No, not my mother.

Smaller than my mother, smaller.

Oh, God, smaller than your mother.

A rat. (laughs)

A mouse, an ant, a germ.

(laughs) That's close. Try sperm and you're warm.

Jesus.

(pleasant guitar music) (children playing)

(loud banging)

Hello?

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm just tryin' to fix your door here.

I really meant to do this before you moved in, but...

I'm Ned Runcie.

Honey, come meet the man who designed this house!

Oh. Yeah.

Hi, Ned Runcie. How you doin'?

Hi, yeah.

You've built, what, 20 houses in the canyon?

Eh. 25. Who's countin'?

- God, that's amazing. - Can I get you some coffee?

No, no thanks. God.

I'm gonna have some.

Look what they did to my floor. Look at this!

Yeah, I was wondering about that.

What'd they do, have bike races in here or something?

God, you know, look, I can have somebody

come in here and polish this up,

and sand it up for you, okay?

No, that's okay, you don't have to--

No, really, come on. I wanna--

I cannot tell you how happy I am to meet you.

I'm an interior designer myself.

Oh yeah?

Do you know his homes have been

in Architectural Digest, Phil?

Yeah. This one.

This one was in Architectural Digest.

- Really? - Really?

Yes, before they started having

bike races in the dining room.

(running water)

Anyway, I just came by to say hello.

I'm not gonna bother you.

I live right up the street if you need anything.

I'm on Astral Drive, it's kind of

a funny house with a big chimney--

Oh, I think I know that house.

Skylights, yeah. Yeah, that, yeah.

(rumbling)

What the hell?

(car alarms sounding)

I think we just had a five.

(muffled car alarms) (group sighs)

Hey, look at this.

(tapping on wall)

Not a crack.

(somber music)

I'm never gonna be human looking again, you know?

I love you.

Roseanne Barr.

(laughing)

(Phil): Harder now, harder, Kate, give it all you got!

Come on, come on, here comes the head!

Okay! Just breathe, just breathe!

- Okay, push. Come on! - (doctor counting)

Push, push, push!

Okay, the head is out!

(Kate shouts)

It's a boy! (Kate shouts)

It's a boy! He looks great!

He looks real good!

He's beautiful.

I'll let you see him in just a minute.

Okay, he looks real good,

we just gotta suction him out here, okay?

(water sloshing) (baby cooing)

(whispering)

Hi there.

Honey, he's so pretty.

Think we can just about make it.

With both of us working, huh?

Yeah, why?

You havin' second thoughts?

No, I want to work, I just want

to do what's right for Jake.

Hey.

Your folks worked. Mine did. It's normal.

It's good for him to grow up knowin' he's gotta work.

Isn't that right, Jake?

I agree, guzzle toes.

And I want to keep my decorator's license, you know?

But I'm just having such a good time doing this,

I just don't wanna miss out on anything.

Well, do this for two years.

Then we'll be solid enough, you can do what you want.

Okay.

Well, I've looked up some child care agencies.

I think we oughta try this one, Guardian Angel.

It's in Santa Monica.

(rainfall) (thunder)

(Jake crying)

It's your turn.

It was my turn last time.

No, you slept through my turn.

Let's both sleep through my turn.

Go!

(Phil groans)

You know sleep deprivation

is a well-known form of torture?

Hey, Jakey. Hey, buddy.

Open up, come on.

Yeah.

(mispronouncing words) I work Mrs. Honez,

Herman Oaks, three years.

I work Mr. and Mrs. Hansen,

four years in Longa Bee.

- Longa Bee? - Longa Bee.

- Oh, Long Beach! - Ah, si, si!

I suppose you'll want to breastfeed, don't you, Kate?

For the first six months.

- Yeah. - Hmm.

Six months?

Dr. Klein said that four months would be plenty.

Well, of course there are differing opinions these days.

Well, actually, I've been having

some difficulty, it's too watery or something.

You like television, Mrs. Horniman?

Oh yes, I love the comedies.

Family Ties, The Golden Girls. (laughs)

And the good, heartwarming stuff.

See, I've only looked after one baby,

you know, it's not the kinda thing that I wanna do

for the rest of my life or anything.

(Kate laughs)

Well, actually, Ms. Russell, we were

really only thinking about the next four or five years.

Ms. Russell? Please, call me Arlene.

Okay.

You see, what I wanna do is I wanna teach Phys Ed.

I'm taking evening classes over at Claremont College,

so we would definitely have to

work out some kind of schedule.

We can do that.

I just can't get over a baby learning to swim

at one month, put this little thing in water?

Yeah, that's the time you start 'em.

See, kids are natural swimmers, they haven't

learned to be frightened of things like water yet.

I mean, the world's moving so fast, and...

Well, I think children need interaction

with other children, don't you?

Yeah, I do, actually.

Um, do you have a steady boyfriend?

(laughs) Nobody I've met so far quite makes the grade.

These references?

Oh, yes.

Is there anything you'd like to ask us, Miss...?

Grandier.

Yes, how old is your son?

He'll be two weeks this Thursday.

- Oh, October's child! - Yep.

- Libra. - Right.

(laughs)

Is it possible to see him?

(Jake crying) (Kate): Sweetheart?

You awake? There's somebody here to see you.

Yeah, you have a visitor.

He's beautiful. What's his name?

Jake.

Hello, Jake.

Yes. Such a dear boy.

Is he breastfeeding?

No, I tried him in the first

few days but he didn't like it.

My colostrum was too watery.

He seems happier on the formula.

The milk comes from deep inside you,

it's supposed to be watery.

Water's what he needs most.

Especially in the first month.

And you know, there are antibodies

in a mother's milk that no formula can duplicate.

So you think I should try again?

Yeah. It's really important.

Did you know that after four weeks,

their little blood cells change?

Yeah.

After four weeks they're not baby cells anymore.

They're just like ours.

She's very attractive.

Not bad.

Some might say too attractive.

Do I detect a note of jealousy?

No, just a note of concern.

You tell me first.

No, you go first.

Write it down. (flipping paper)

Okay.

Wait, wait, wait!

(Paper tears)

Ready? Go.

(Arlene screams)

(flies buzzing)

Hi!

(Ms. Grandier): Hello, Mrs. Sterling.

You can call me Kate.

Oh, thank you!

Come in, Ms. Grandier.

(door closing)

Call me Camilla.

(crickets chirping)

(baby cooing)

Hello, Jake.

I brought some friends to meet you.

This is Holt. (toy squeaking)

(baby laughs)

And this is Jamara.

(baby coos)

And this...

Is Pyewacket.

They're your friends, Jake.

They're your bestest friends.

(music box tinkling)

(ominous music)

(Phil sighs)

(Woman): National Public Radio for southern California,

I'm Dierdre O'Donohugh, and while everybody else

is off dreaming I think I'll play something for us

by an excellent group from Australia

who call themselves The Triffids.

This is David McComb and his band

from Perth with Wide Open Road.

(pleasant music)

(rumbling)

What?

(heavy breathing)

Did you feel that, too?

I don't think that was the big one,

but it was big enough to really rattle

things around here at KCRW.

The CD player lost its grip.

There's cassettes and disks all over the floor here.

Oh, I think my heart's down there, too!

I do not like it when the Earth does things like that.

I'll tell you what.

While I check on where that one came from,

and find out how big it was,

and pick up all the mess here,

let me play something for us by Roger Eno.

I think that should sort out our nerves.

This'll be from his most recent album called...

(tinkling music box) (heavy breathing)

(Phil gasps)

(voices laughing)

It's raining, Jake! It's raining!

(Jake coos)

Hello, Mr. Sterling.

- Excuse me. - It's all right.

You feel that?

Yeah, it was just another earthquake, wasn't it?

I was, I couldn't sleep,

and I came up to the baby's room and--

It's okay.

I ran the bath and guess who woke

up and decided it was playtime?

(laughs) You are so cheeky, aren't you?

You are.

(Jake laughs)

I think we're so lucky sometimes.

Jake's the lucky one. Aren't you?

To have a father like you.

I never knew my father.

And my mother died when I was...

not much bigger than Jake.

I'm sorry.

Do you want to put him down now?

I think he's about ready.

Good night, buddy.

Sweet dreams. Don't let the bedbugs bite.

I love you. Shh.

(Woman on radio): I've got some news on the earthquake for you.

Not too bad as far as these things go,

considering that we're crazy enough to

keep living on top of it all.

A 3.9 is the report I've got, and centered

about 10 miles off the coast.

No major damages or injuries, just lots of jars

off shelves and jangled nerves.

The usual for southern California.

If I hear anything else Fl! let you know;

otherwise, let's just keep slidin' through

the night together on KCRW with a piece

by the Sydney-based group, Not Drowning Waving,

from their album Claim.

(downbeat rock music)

(eerie music)

(Jake crying)

(loud roar)

(creepy whispering)

(banging)

(loud screech) (Phil gasps)

(buzzing)

Soon, Jake, soon.

It will be time to go to the sacred forest.

(Camilla gags) (Jake coos)

You'll have mother's milk today.

You missed it, didn't you?

Yeah.

(bottle clatters)

(footsteps through grass)

(belches)

Hey, sweetheart.

What's happenin'?

Is that your purse over there?

What's your name, little guy?

What's the matter?

Cat got your tongue?

Hey, is that little guy yours?

Yes.

You know you shouldn't be out here so late.

It gets weird out here.

Would you like us to walk you home?

- No, thank you. - Why not?

Keep away. I warn you.

Ooh!

You warn me?

You don't fuckin' warn me.

Bitch.

I...

warn...

You.

Hey, where you goin'?

Hey! Come on back!

(Jake coos)

(splashing water)

(man grunts)

(Jake coos)

(men grunting)

(birds screeching)

(Jake cries)

Where the fuck did she go?

(heavy breathing)

I need a fuckin' beer.

- Oh, shit. - (Jake crying)

Fuckin' bitch.

(birds cawing)

(man coughs)

I think she came this way.

What do you think?

You ever been out here before?

No.

(muffled crying)

The fuck? Fuck.

(twig snaps)

We're gonna have some fun!

(Camilla grunts)

Aren't we? You and me.

Right?

(Camilla yelps)

(Jake cries)

Ooh!

Well, how you doin' there, big boy?

You wanna come out and play?

(Camilla): Leave him alone!

Look at this. See, see this?

You like this?

Cut the bitch!

Hmm? What's this?

Mmm: oh! Pretty!

(Camilla screams)

What the hell is that?

(creaking wood)

Look out!

(screaming)

(screaming)

(bones crunching)

(suspenseful music)

(screaming)

(wood whipping) (screaming)

(screaming) (tearing)

(Jake crying) (dogs growling)

(screaming)

(loud bang) (fire crackling)

Hi, I'm Gail.

- Good to see you. - It's a great place, man.

Hello. Do come in.

Hi.

Anyway, they've bought us on this 75 second commercial,

and we said, "Look, we're telling a story in this ad."

It's the most successful campaign.

You can't believe the product now.

That is... (laughs)

It was good.

But getting back to the one we did... (laughs)

Tell the story, it's funny, it has a beginning,

middle, and end. (laughs)

Sex, violence.

So that's your best commercial,

what's your second best commercial?

I'm not saying it's the best!

When I was a little kid, I'm like 13 years old, right?

And my parents made the mistake of leaving me

in the house all alone for a weekend.

That was a big mistake.

Yes.

When they came back, I had completely,

totally, rebuilt the living room.

Stop! 1 did!

I put in skylights, this is the truth,

and a little bathroom with terracotta tiles--

You were 13?

I took a day and a half.

Where'd you get the money?

What'd they say?

They loved it, they hired me to do the garage.

(laughing)

Why didn't you just ask their permission?

Would you let a 13-year-old rebuild your house?

(guests laugh)

What is the story with that woman?

I mean, she cooks, she cleans,

she takes care of the baby.

What else does she do?

Shopping.

It's unbelievable. Where's she from?

She's from England. London.

She used to work at Orman Street Hospital for sick children.

Hey, how'd you guys find her?

Well, that's the really strange thing,

we had originally liked this other girl better.

She wasn't your first choice?

I wanna see the first choice, I want her phone number.

(guests laugh) I'm serious!

(muffled talking)

(footsteps)

(moaning)

(knocking)

(tape peeling) (knocking)

(Phil): You okay?

(door opening)

Hey. Somethin' wrong?

No, nothing.

I'm fine. It was an accident.

- Let me see that. - No, please.

- Do you have a doctor? - Yes.

Who? Who you seein'?

Oh, I have an appointment tomorrow.

Where?

In Westwood.

How you gonna get down there?

Oh, uh--

You know, I could take you, if you...

Oh, no, thanks. Really, it's all right.

- You sure? - You're very kind.

Yes, thank you.

Okay.

(door closes)

(moans)

Look what I got! (laughs)

Oh God, look at that!

Aw, look at him!

- Aw, he's so-- - Unbelievable!

You guys did this?

- He's great, isn't he? - Can I hold him?

Yeah, sure.

Looks like Winston Churchill.

He doesn't smoke cigars yet.

What a sweetie!

What, did you want to hold him, Ralph? Huh?

Camilla.

They ever give you a night off around here? (laughs)

Yes, every Tuesday.

- Tomorrow? - Mm-hm.

Hey, I've got a house goin' up around the corner.

On Sultari.

It's pretty interesting, really.

It's a lot different from this one.

You could come by, check it out.

Uh, no, I don't think so, thank you.

Well, maybe when you're feelin' better.

- Okay. - Okay, great.

- I'll see you. - Thank you.

Okay, bye! Great meeting you!

And you have a beautiful baby!

- Thank you! - You're so lucky!

- Thank you! - Bye!

(guests chatter)

Come on, sweetheart.

Go to sleep for Daddy, come on.

(sighs)

Come on, Jakey.

Go to sleep, baby, come on.

(Jake coos)

Yeah, go to sleep for Daddy.

(music box tinkling)

(rainfall)

(eerie ambient music) (heavy breathing)

(sighing)

(music intensifies)

(moaning)

(moaning intensifies)

(loud musical sting)

(screaming)

(Phil gasps)

What is it, honey?

Nothing.

(loud sigh)

(muffled radio chatter) (dishes clinking)

Morning.

How's Jake?

Slept like a log. How 'bout you?

Would you like some breakfast?

Just a coffee. Black.

Please.

(Jake cooing)

Aw, hey, don't work too hard today, okay?

(Jake cries)

Have a good day, Jake.

(Jake whines)

Have a nice day, Mr. Sterling.

Thanks.

Can you feel it, Jake?

In a few days your blood is pure.

(wind chimes)

All right, let's go see Camilla, okay?

(knocking) Hey.

Hi.

You look good.

Thank you.

I started breastfeeding today.

How'd it go?

It went well. He loved it and it felt great.

Will you zip me up?

What's with the bandage?

Oh, it's just that cyst I was telling you about.

- Yeah? - Thanks.

So where you going?

Down to Melrose, to look at some shops.

Meeting someone?

No, just me.

I'm jealous. I miss girls' night out.

There were a bunch of crazy art school girls in Chicago.

(Camilla laughs)

That's how I met Phil, actually.

In a pizza parlor.

They dared me to ask him if he was a virgin.

(laughs) Was he?

Actually, he's never said to this day.

So how're you gonna get there?

I'm gonna walk.

Oh, don't walk, let me give you a ride,

you realize how far that is?

Yeah, it's okay, I love walking.

Anyway, it'll do me good.

So now remember, burp him after

each breast, and if it gets sore,

his formula's on the kitchen table, okay?

Okay.

(smooch)

Night-night. Bye!

- You be good. - He'll miss you.

Aw, I'll miss him. (laughs)

(wind blowing) Night!

(Jake coos)

(leaves rustling) (wind chimes ringing)

(water splashing)

(pleasant jazz music)

(doorbell rings)

- Ned! - Hi, Kate.

- Hi! - How you doin'?

- Fine. Come on in. - Thanks.

Oh, dropped the duck.

(laughs) How's my favorite kid?

He's fine, he's sleeping in

the living room, you wanna see him?

Actually, is Camilla around?

No, she's not, was she expecting you?

No, well, we didn't have formal plans,

but I heard about this band at work,

and I thought maybe she'd want to go check 'em out.

I was gonna take her down to her doctor first.

The doctor?

Yeah, she had somethin' wrong with her side.

Uh, she never said anything about the doctor.

Actually, she said she was gonna go window shopping.

She just left. You could probably--

- No. (laughs) - ...catch her.

Here, why don't you take these?

No, come on, she just left! You could probably catch her-

Forget it, I'm a little late--

Ned, come on. Late for what?

Late for Camilla, go after her!

(eerie music) (wind blowing)

Camilla!

(fence rattling)

(animals chittering)

(bird fluttering)

(frog croaking)

(owl hooting)

Camilla!

(muffled screeching)

(loud whoosh)

(muffled cries)

(dramatic musical sting)

(dogs howling and slavering)

(water flowing)

(eerie music)

(creaking wood)

(dog panting)

(dog growling)

(dogs howling)

(heavy breathing)

(grunts)

(wind blowing)

(door opening and slamming)

(glass clinking) (pouring)

(door creaking)

(wind blowing)

Yes!

Okay, um, my name is Runcie.

I'm at 1201 Astral Drive.

Right.

I want to report a--

Runcie.

Yes, R-U-N-C...

Look, just listen to me, please.

Okay, um...

There's coyotes in my yard.

Yeah.

No, no, no, I'm sure.

Mm-hm.

What?

No, don't tell me it's impossible.

Look, they're right outside my fuckin' house, okay?

Okay, they don't come down until they're hungry,

that's fine, they're hungry, all right!?

They're hungry, they're here, all right!?

Yeah. No, no, listen, please.

Send somebody, okay?

Uh-huh. Astral...

Hello? Hello!

Fuck! (phone slams)

Fuck.

(heavy breathing)

(door locking)

(tape clicking)

(Kate): Hi, we're not home right now, so leave a message

after the tone and we'll call you back.

Thanks! Bye.

(beet!)

(Ned): Phil, listen to me.

I saw something tonight.

(sobs)

I can't believe what I just saw.

Camilla...

You gotta believe me!

Don't let that woman back in your house!

Don't let that woman back in--

(doorknob wiggling) (scratching)

(growling)

(heavy breathing)

Shit.

Fuck!

Jesus!

(growling)

(loud bang)

(wood splintering) (Ned screams)

(crashing)

(dogs snarling and barking) (wind blowing)

(suspenseful music)

You shouldn't have followed me.

(footsteps) (heavy breathing)

(gun cocks)

(loading gun)

(door opens)

(door slams)

You come down here, I'll blow you away.

(dogs growling)

(gunshot)

(flesh tearing) (Ned screaming)

(eerie music)

(button clicking) (tape rewinding)

(Woman): Mr. Sterling, we don't know each other,

but my name is Molly Sheridan.

I got your number from the Guardian Angel agency.

I hope I'm not inconveniencing you but...

I need to talk to you.

It's very important.

Will you please call me?

My number's 805-295-8170.

(beet!)

(Ned): Phil, listen to me.

I saw something tonight.

Mr. Sterling?

(button clicking)

Would you come and look at Jake?

Something wrong?

I'm not sure.

What is it?

Well, I think he looks a bit pale, don't you?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

How you doin', Jakey?

How you feelin'?

I got worried about him when I came in this morning.

He's usually awake, and he wasn't.

I don't know, what do you think?

Maybe he just needs some fresh air.

Do me a favor, call Dr. Klein.

Oh, I don't think it's that serious, really.

Let's not guess. Call Dr. Klein.

(car rumbling)

(eerie music)

Yes?

Mrs. Sheridan? I'm Phil Sterling.

Oh. Please come in.

This is my son Scott.

Hello, Scott.

Hi.

Do you know a woman called Diana Julian?

I'm sorry, I don't.

It's not her name anyway;

she always uses different names.

But it is possible you know her.

Why do you think so?

You know the Guardian Angel agency?

Yes.

The person that takes care of your child is from there?

That's right.

The person that took care of Lia.

Diana Julian, she called herself,

was recommended by Guardian Angel, or so we thought.

She worked for us just under a month.

We loved her.

We trusted her, and she took Lia away.

Now the police can't find her.

All her references, fake.

All the addresses she left us, fake.

We didn't find out 'til it was too late.

I wanna help you, Mrs. Sheridan, but I'm not--

Don't you see, the police are doing

everything they can but they think Lia is dead.

If I thought that, I couldn't go on.

So I'm doing whatever I can.

I hired a private detective who got

the client list from Guardian Angel.

I thought maybe somebody else had this woman in their house.

I see.

I called everyone on the list I could find.

People have been very cooperative.

Apparently it's happened before.

I am sure it's her.

You have a young child, don't you?

A little boy?

Yes, but...

This is all too hard for me to accept, I can't--

Who takes care of it?

I understand how you feel, but--

No, you don't. I hope you never do.

I hope you never have to wake up

and find out your worst nightmare is real.

Do you have a picture of Ms. Julian?

No.

What does she look like?

She's about 27.

My height, thin, grey eyes, fair skin, attractive.

She has an accent.

What kind of accent?

I'm not sure.

European, I think, maybe English.

What color hair?

Dark brown, almost red.

The girl who works for us has light-colored hair.

She's been-.

She has something on her stomach.

What?

Like a mark or something.

Here, on her stomach.

You know her, don't you?

It's not possible.

Is it Diana?

It can't be.

Will you let me see her?

She could've changed her appearance, but...

I'll have to talk to her first.

No, no, it's not Camilla.

Camilla?

Why won't you let me see her?

I will, but you're gonna have to--

Do you know where Lia is?

No, Scott.

I don't.

What's this?

Diana gave it to me.

(eerie music)

What do you want me to do?

I want you to arrange for me to see her,

without her knowing it.

If it is her, she'll panic, and she's dangerous.

I don't believe it's Camilla.

Our baby's fine.

She takes wonderful care of him,

as though he were hers.

That's how we felt.

How old is your son?

Four weeks.

That was Lia's age.

Last time I saw her.

(door opening)

Camilla?

Camilla?

(heavy breathing)

Oh, shit.

Camilla?

(button clicking) (tape rewinding)

(Ned): Phil.

Listen to me.

I saw something tonight.

I can't believe what I just saw.

Camilla...

(heavy breathing)

You gotta believe me!

(tape rewinding) (eerie music)

Phil. Listen to me.

I saw something tonight.

I can't believe what I just saw.

Camilla...

You gotta believe me!

Don't let that woman back in your house!

(beet!)

(busy tone)

(music intensifies)

Ned?

Ned!

You know you left your door wide open?

Ned?

Ned!

(busy tone)

(hangs UP)

(bird flapping) (Phil gasps)

(footsteps) (heavy breathing)

(Camilla): It's time, Jake.

Don't be afraid.

(Jake coos)

(heavy breathing)

Where the hell have you been?

Mr. Sterling.

Where have you been?

We spent the morning at the zoo,

and then we had to wait for a bus.

Did Dr. Klein see him?

No, I didn't think it was necessary.

I told you I wanted Dr. Klein to see him!

He's perfectly fine.

He had a lovely time, actually.

Sure he had a lovely time, babies always have

a lovely time, he has a lovely time lyin' on the rug!

Will you please stop shouting?

(Jake cooing)

What's going on here?

I told Kate I didn't think he needed a doctor.

That's right, she did. What's the matter?

(button clicking)

(Ned): Phil, listen to me.

I saw something tonight.

I can't believe what I just saw.

Camilla...

What does that mean?

You gotta believe me!

What's he talking about?

I don't know.

Listen to his voice.

He's scared to death.

(bee?) (tape stops)

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I want you out of my house.

Phil!

I have to see to Jake.

What's going on?

Take your hands off my son!

Stop! Don't touch him like that!

Just take him to bed.

You know who I saw today, Camilla?

Molly Sheridan.

You know Molly Sheridan, don't you?

No.

You took care of the Sheridan children, didn't you?

You took care of Lia Sheridan, didn't you?

No.

Phil, what is this?

She took the Sheridan baby--

How dare you!

I made some calls today.

Calls I should've made a long time ago,

but thank God I made 'em today!

The first was to a Harold Freeman,

of Madison, Wisconsin.

How is Mr. Freeman?

I don't know how he is!

But he's not in Madison, Wisconsin!

People at this number never heard of Harold Freeman!

I remember getting a letter from Mrs. Freeman.

They moved.

To Oak Park, Michigan.

To be nearer Mrs. Freeman's mother.

Oh, you've got the letter?

Yes, I may have!

What about Dr. Miller in Athens, Ohio?

The number doesn't exist!

Well, Dr. Miller must have changed his telephone system.

The operator said this number never existed!

But every single number I call, nobody's heard of you!

I talked to the employment agency, Guardian Angel.

They said yes, they have a Camilla Grandier

registered with them, but no, she wasn't

recommended for this job!

Why are you doing this?

Let her do the talking!

What do you say, Camilla?

Or is it Diana? Diana Julian?

It's true, I wasn't recommended by the agency.

Who are you?

Name me one person who can confirm who you are!

Besides Molly Sheridan!

I heard about the job through

a very dear, close friend of mine.

Who?

She persuaded me to come along,

she got my resume to you!

Give me her name!

Give me her number!

She's a very good friend of mine,

she was very kind to me!

What was her name?

Arlene Russell.

That's a lie like everything else you told us!

Hey, I want you to come to Molly Sheridan's house.

I most certainly will not!

Oh, no, of course you won't!

I'm not staying in this house a minute longer.

Good, 'cause I don't want you here!

Stop it!

Diana Julian, or whatever the

hell your name is, you're fired!

(Camilla grunts)

Get out of my house.

(Jake cooing)

(door opening)

Get rid of all this stuff!

(Jake whining)

Something's wrong with him.

Phil, something's wrong.

(footsteps)

How long has he been like this?

About three hours.

He hasn't opened his eyes at all.

Is his breathing normal?

- Oh yes, fine. - Oh, thank God.

Has he eaten anything?

I think he last ate around lunchtime today or something.

(sighs)

Why won't he wake up?

Several possibilities.

One would be meningitis.

What's that?

Inflammation of the lining of the brain.

Which could be why he's not responding to stimuli.

How long can he stay like this?

Oh, not longer than 24 hours, but that's...

That's what?

But then what? After 24 hours, what?

Have you started him on the new formula?

I started breastfeeding him again.

I see. You didn't tell me.

You don't think that that's what--

No, no. Well...

We could run some tests with Kate, but that's so remote.

I'm gonna check his glucose level.

Just to rule out hypoglycemia.

Then we can start looking into neurological possibilities.

(Kate sniffs)

(beeping)

Oh, God. Please hear me.

Just make my baby better.

Please. Please help me.

(Jake cooing)

Jake?

(Kate laughs)

He's okay.

God. I'll find Dr. Klein.

Oh, thank you, God.

Camilla, what are you doing here?

I couldn't leave without little Jake.

He needs me.

And I need him.

(eerie music)

Don't be afraid.

He's not going to--

He doesn't need you, just stay away from him!

See? He's not--

The doctor's coming, Camilla!

He'll have eternal life through me.

Don't!

Isn't that beautiful?

Just leave him alone, stop it!

(Jake cries)

Camilla, don't!

(beeping)

What are you doing, don't move him? Phil!

You take your hands off my baby.

(loud smack) (Camilla yelps)

(crashing)

(Jake crying)

(footsteps)

(suspenseful music)

(screeching tires)

Oh God, hang on!

(engine revving)

(wind blowing)

(brakes screech)

(door opening)

Take him. Do you have him?

Yeah.

(gate opening)

(door opening)

(Kate screams) (dog snarls)

(dogs growling and barking)

(Phil shouts)

Oh! Oh my God.

Get behind the fence!

(snarling and growling)

Get behind the fence!

(gate slamming) (dogs barking)

Let's go! Let's go!

It's the baby, they just want the baby!

I'll meet you at the entrance to the woods!

(Kate sobs)

(wind blowing) (dogs howling)

(heavy breathing)

(Kate sobs)

(creaking wood)

(wind blowing) (howling dogs)

(shuddering breaths)

(keys jingling)

(door slamming)

(dogs howling)

(eerie music)

(dogs growling and snarling)

(Kate screams)

(Kate screams)

(jingling keys) (breaking glass)

(engine revving)

(dog yelps)

(wind blowing)

(tires screeching)

(suspenseful music)

(Kate shouting)

(Kate): Phil, Phil! Oh, honey!

Phil!

(suspenseful music)

Look out!

(eerie screeching)

Damn you!

(heavy thud)

(heavy breathing) (Jake cooing)

(dramatic music)

(babies crying)

You able to get some sleep?

No, not much.

Sorry, the spare office is the only one with the couch.

It was fine.

How's the little guy?

He's better, he had some breakfast.

I have a son. Two years old.

Yeah?

Okay, let's start at the beginning.

The Guardian Angel agency had a woman named Grandier,

but they never sent her to you.

She moved back to New Orleans a few months ago.

We knew that.

You say your lady was British?

Well, that's what she said.

We have no record of her at immigration.

I told you, her ID was fake.

Her references were fake.

We went back to the woods behind your house.

I had it photographed from top to bottom.

You saw the tree?

- Mmm-hm. - The babies?

You mean the carvings?

They're not carvings, that's,

that's where she took the babies!

She takes them--

Mr. Sterling, we didn't find her body.

What?

Jeep tracks everywhere, like you said, but--

Of course there were Jeep tracks!

I hit her with the Jeep, I ran her over,

I hit her full force, I mean...

The Jeep must have been going 50 miles an hour!

I know, that's--

I killed her! She was dead!

I saw her. She's dead.

Did you feel her pulse?

No, I didn't feel her pulse, I'm telling you--

I know what you're telling me, Mr. Sterling,

you also told me she was flying at you through the trees.

- I know how that sounds. - You do?

It's the truth.

You seem like decent people.

But what you're saying makes no sense.

I know you've had a terrible experience,

not sure just what, but it's obvious--

We're not making this up.

I don't know what I can do to help.

There is no body, no crime.

Your son is okay, thank God.

But there's no evidence that the

woman you describe ever existed.

I suggest you go to a hotel.

I can send a man with you.

Get some rest, and then, if you want,

you can talk to the psychologist.

(scoffs) That's all right. Thank you.

You've been really helpful.

(phones ringing)

What are your plans?

Go back to the house, pack our things.

Get the hell out of here.

Then what?

(dramatic music)

(birds tweeting)

(crickets chirping)

Daddy'll be home soon, honey.

Then we're going.

(Jake cooing)

Shh. Shh.

(splashing water)

(Jake coos)

(Kate): Really?

(cooing)

Really, is that so?

You're kidding!

(cooing)

(splashing water)

(cooing)

(eerie music)

(Kate breathing heavily)

It's okay. It's okay, honey.

It's okay. Shh.

(door opening)

It's okay.

It's okay.

- I need the child. - No!

Before the blood changes!

(eerie music) (muffled crying)

(chainsaw revving)

(whipping wood) (Phil grunts)

(chainsaw revving) (Phil screaming)

(whipping)

(wood bursting) (Phil shouts)

(Phil shouting)

(chainsaw revving)

(doorknob rattling)

(wood creaking)

(chainsaw revving)

(Phil screaming)

(Kate moaning)

(Camilla roars)

(chainsaw revving) (Phil screaming)

(fleshy squelch) (Camilla shouts)

(Jake crying)

(chainsaw revving)

(Jake crying) (Kate screaming)

No!

(chainsaw revving)

(fleshy squelch) (Camilla screams)

(chainsaw revving) (fleshy squelch)

(Camilla screams) (Jake cries)

(revving chainsaw) (Phil shouting)

(Camilla screaming) (smashing furniture)

(fleshy snap) (Camilla screams)

(Jake cries)

(chainsaw revving) (wood snapping)

(loud snap) (Camilla screams)

(creaking wood) (tree crashing)

(both scream)

(eerie music)

(Kate breathing heavily)

(music grows hopeful)

It's okay, honey. You're safe now.

(Jake coos and cries)

(Kate sighs)

(peaceful guitar music)

(owl hooting)

(dramatic music)