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(theme music playing)

NARRATOR: Man lives in the sunlit world

of what he believes to be reality.

But... there is,

unseen by most, an underworld.

A place that is just as real

but not as brightly lit.

A dark side.

(piano plays gentle tune)

WOMAN: Your father would come over every Sunday afternoon

when we were courting and bring me chocolates.

He spent a good part of his paycheck

on chocolates for me every week.

Finally, my daddy said,

"Save your money and marry her."

I remember the day he asked me.

Karen!

Don't be a spy!

Come here and eat your sandwich.

They're kissing.

(sighs)

Lucky your kid sister joined my choir.

I'll have to thank her.

How about a song?

I can't sing.

Come on. You can sing a song for me.

� Drink to me

� Only with thine eyes

� And I will pledge with mine

� Or leave a kiss...

Karen, close that door,

come over here and eat your sandwich.

Was my daddy like Max?

Oh. (sniffles)

Your father could fix anything.

He kept everything around here in tip-top shape--

the toaster, the car, that silly oven.

He was a foreman on big buildings,

and he was very strong.

Not like Max.

(sniffles)

Well, Max...

Max is a voice teacher, a choir director,

and he teaches music at the high school.

His talent's very different than your father's.

And Libby loves him.

Oh, Max, it's beautiful!

Oh. Mmm.

They're kissing again.

MOTHER: Karen, kissing isn't like the measles.

Okay...

I think everything's in this batter that should be.

Did you kiss Daddy?

Oh, yes.

I loved kissing your daddy.

I bet he didn't look funny kissing, the way Max does.

(laughs)

Oh, your father was very handsome.

I wish you could have known him.

I wish he could have known you.

But he died.

Yes, he did.

The day I was born,

he fell off a building downtown.

Good Lord took him from me.

But he gave me you.

(smooches)

Don't slobber on me.

Oh. Hey, how about an extra-dry,

no-slobber kiss on the other side of your face, hmm?

Kisses are okay.

But I don't like saliva. (gas hissing)

Darn pilot light's out again.

Mother! Oh, Mother, look!

(laughs)

Oh, Libby!

Oh...

And we're going to Florida for our honeymoon.

Oh.

Oh, Max, don't be nervous.

Remember your asthma.

(Max coughs)

See, Max already bought us things.

Straw hat.

(laughs)

Sunglasses. MOTHER: Oh!

Aren't they great?

Oh, and a bathing suit. (Mother gasps)

Oh, Florida!

Won't Florida be romantic?

It's beautiful.

Oh, we want to go tell Max's mother.

Is that okay?

Oh. Oh, it's fine, just fine.

(cries and sniffles)

Oh, Max, I'm so happy for you. I...

Can we use the car? (coughs)

Uh, well, I-I have to take Karen to her

first swim class.

We can drop the kid off, Mrs. Anders.

I don't want to go swimming.

Oh, honey, of course you do.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

LIBBY: Hurry up, Karen.

Go get your coat on.

Go on, pumpkin.

(giggles) (sighs)

(hissing) (door closing)

We're getting married next month.

MOTHER: Next month? Well, that's so soon.

We have to have the time to plan.

LIBBY: Well, Mother, we could die tomorrow.

We don't want to wait.

LIBBY: Karen...

you only have one boot on.

What's the matter, Karen?

Goodbye, Mommy.

Goodbye.

Oh, Karen...

y-you'll be able to swim just fine.

I'm sure you'll do just fine, pumpkin.

Karen, I just got engaged.

Stop being stupid.

Bye, Mommy.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, yourself.

Little weirdo, come on.

MOTHER: Go on, Karen.

Put your other boot on now, go on!

Libby, I'll need the car in two hours to pick her up.

(coughs)

(door shuts) (gasps softly)

My cake.

I forgot to put my cake in.

Max, you can go get the car warmed up.

Sure.

(coughs)

This is probably the most wonderful day of my life.

Love is so wonderful.

(humming "Bridal Chorus")

(match strikes)

(continues humming)

(explosion, glass shattering)

Mother!

WOMAN: I'm so sorry about your mother, really.

Please call us if you need anything at all.

LIBBY: Thank you.

MAN: Sorry. It's such a terrible loss.

(door closes)

(sighs)

You think someone would have stayed to help clean up.

No one wanted to go in the kitchen.

It's all fixed up.

You'd never know it was burnt to hell two weeks ago.

I'll never forget.

Will Mommy know how to fly,

or will she have to learn?

I don't understand.

Do angels have to learn how to fly?

I think it just comes naturally.

Well, we got to start using the kitchen sometime.

You guys can't sit around with half a hog on your coffee table

for the rest of your life, can you, huh?

(snorting)

(laughs)

Okay, that's enough, Max.

(coughs) Come on, Karen.

Help me clean up.

Way to go, freckle face.

Karen, go get a paper towel.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Max, do you think that I was a good daughter?

What?

Do you think that...

Do you think that Mom thought that I was okay?

I mean, as daughters go?

Come on, don't get weird.

Sure, you are.

She probably would have told you herself,

if she had a chance to.

She wasn't supposed to die, ever.

Hey.

(sobbing): I couldn't do anything for her.

She just died.

Listen, everybody's got to go, right?

Some people get run over by busses.

Some people have lousy hearts.

Some people get, uh, bombed by some loony tune.

Your mother went quick, and she went happy.

Right?

We just told her we were tying the knot.

She always wanted me to get married and be happy.

(sniffles)

You love me?

Yes.

Then you're going to be married and happy.

Right?

What about Karen?

(coughs)

What about her?

Is it okay if she lives with us?

Yeah, well... (coughs)

Yeah, I was... I was wondering about that.

I guess that I'm responsible for her now.

I guess so.

She's not a bad kid.

I guess you wouldn't consider putting her up for adoption

or something, now, would you?

Stop kidding me. I'm serious.

Is it okay if she lives with us?

I suppose half of this house is hers, right?

Half of everything is hers.

Well, then you can't kick her out of her own home.

So, I guess it's gonna be the three of us.

Okay?

It'll be okay.

It'll be great.

She's really not too bad, most of the time.

Yeah. (laughs)

Does, uh...

Does she always say "goodbye" to people like that?

Like what?

Like she did to your mother.

(coughs) You know.

"Goodbye...

"Goodbye, Mommy...

Goodbye."

Stop that!

(coughs) You saw her.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't pretend you didn't see her. It was strange.

It was like she knew what was going to happen, and she wanted

to make sure she said "goodbye" to your mom.

That's ridiculous.

"Goodbye." Stop that!

"Goodbye, Mommy."

(coughs and laughs)

(door opens)

(Max coughs)

What you looking at?

(mouthing)

(coughing)

(piano plays) GIRLS: � Shall we gather at the river

� Where bright angels' feet have trod �

� With its crystal tide forever �

� Flowing by the throne of God �

� Yes, we'll gather at the river �

� The beautiful, the beautiful river �

(coughing) � Gather with the saints at the river �

� That flows by the throne of God. �

(coughs)

(wheezing)

What's wrong with him?

He has asthma.

What's asthma?

When you can't breathe.

Why?

The air gets stuck.

Where?

To the roof of your mouth, I guess.

Like you have peanut butter up there.

It gets stuck there

and doesn't get to your lungs, where you breathe.

I breathe with my nose.

Your nose is just there so your face won't look funny.

You breathe with your lungs.

I didn't know that.

Oh, okay, okay, stop yapping.

(coughs)

This is a lesson.

Your recital's tomorrow.

But we just stopped because you...

No back talk, Karen, all right?

Just sing.

(coughs)

(resumes playing) � Soon we'll reach the silver river �

� Soon our pilgrimage will cease �

� Soon our happy hearts will quiver �

� With a melody of peace.

Think! Think when you sing.

I don't... (coughs) I don't care if you're nine years old.

Think when you sing, or don't sing at all.

Max, don't get so upset.

You know what that does.

I'm sorry, Mr. Smith.

Sorry.

Lesson's over.

And no goofing off tomorrow.

(coughs) Keep your mind on what you're singing.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Susie, your mother will want you home for supper.

Can I go to Susie's house to play?

No, it's almost time for supper.

Max, the roads are icy.

Maybe you should stay here tonight. (coughs)

My birthday's Friday.

Are you going to have a party?

Cake and ice cream.

You gonna bring me a present?

I don't know.

I asked Libby to get me a pink and blue bathing suit.

You don't know how to swim.

LIBBY: I'm sure you girls

will sing very pretty tomorrow.

Goodbye, Susie. Goodbye.

Karen.

Bye, Susie.

Max!

That's what she did to your mother.

Karen, go upstairs and do your homework.

Bye.

Goodbye. See you in

school tomorrow.

Watch out for the ice.

(door opens)

(Susie screams)

Oh, my God.

What did you do?!

I had to say "goodbye."

Why? Why?! Because she was gonna die.

Don't you say that! Look out. Look out. Get out of the way.

(coughing)

Oh, God.

Her neck looks broken.

(coughs) I think she's dead.

How did you know?

What's wrong with you?

Every time you say "goodbye" to somebody,

they wind up dead. God!

You said the same thing to Mom, and now she's dead.

And now Susie's dead!

How did you know Susie was going to die?

I don't know. You're hurting me, Libby!

I told you there was something weird about her, didn't I?

Answer me! How did you know Susie was going to die?!

I told you. I don't know!

Who are you going to say "goodbye" to next?

That's what I want to know.

You can't go around town saying "goodbye" to people.

Max, be careful.

I can't help saying "goodbye."

I can't help it!

You're a strange little kid, aren't you?

How am I supposed to tell Susie's mother, huh?

How can I tell her?

I don't want you ever, ever, ever to say

"goodbye" to anybody ever again.

Do you hear me?

Do you

hear me?!

I'll tell Max "goodbye" if you hit me again.

What did you say?

I'll tell Max "goodbye."

Oh, my God.

You can make people die?

You answer me!

(coughs)

Geez, a-are you okay, Karen?

Huh? (chuckles)

Karen, tell Max you're sorry.

I'm sorry. No. No-no, no, no.

I'm sorry. It's all my fault.

(chuckling)

I-I'm going to make some coffee.

Uh, Karen, do you want some juice?

Uh, a soda maybe? Huh?

Can I have a soda?

Sure, you can.

Sure, you can. Anything you like.

Right, Libby? Huh?

(coughs)

(door closes)

Karen, who said you could have Susie's doll?

She's going to be my best friend

until I'm an angel with Susie.

We're going to have to give the doll back to Mrs. Allen.

No. I want it.

You don't want me to say "goodbye" to Max.

I'll talk to Mrs. Allen.

Do I still get my pink and blue bathing suit?

Can't you think of anything besides that bathing suit?

I want it.

Then I suppose you'll get it.

They don't like me.

They think I can make people die.

But I can't.

I don't like it when people die.

It's lonely.

(coughing)

I need a hug.

I-I... I'm making coffee.

Just a tiny hug.

I'm at a crucial point here with the coffee.

(coughs)

I think we should set a wedding date.

(coughs) Maybe, maybe it's not a good time.

(wheezes)

What do you mean? To th-think about getting married.

Remember, we were going to get married two months ago.

I don't think it's a good idea anymore.

(coughing)

You don't mean not getting married, ever?

I'm a wheezing, nervous wreck.

I-I-I can't live my life like this. (coughs)

You wouldn't walk out on me, Max.

We love each other.

I-I'm scared sick. Th-That's not good for me.

(coughing)

I suppose it's nice, being an angel in Heaven.

But it's not so nice being left here on earth all alone.

Libby and Max were mean to me, so I told them a lie.

Now, they don't talk to me at all.

Your little sister's a freak. (coughs)

And I can't live with a freak.

I'll send her away.

I'll send her to boarding school.

I'll do anything you want, Max.

Doesn't matter where you send her. (coughs)

One day, I'll open the door a-and there she'll be,

saying "goodbye" to me. (coughs)

Don't you love me?

LIBBY: We were so happy.

We were so happy not that long ago.

We can be happy again.

(soft gasp) Oh, no.

Not you, too.

Goodbye, dolly.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

It's not going to work out.

Yes, it is!

Don't leave me, Max. Please!

I can't stay around here.

It's a death house. This is your fault!

Say you won't say "goodbye" to him!

(chuckling): I'm leaving, see?

You won't see me around anymore, okay?

So you can just-- you can just forget all about me.

Max, please. Leave me alone, Libby!

(coughing) Tell him you won't say "goodbye" to him!

I'm out of here. (crunching)

(wheezing cough)

(wheezing)

(coughs)

(wheezing continues)

Where's my inhaler?

I had an-- where is it?

It's always in your pocket.

Here, let me look. MAX: It's not there.

Did you leave it on the piano?

(coughing continues)

(wheezing continues)

(wheezing grows more labored)

Get away from me.

I can't find it.

Don't... Don't come any closer.

(wheezing): Get away.

What are you doing?

Karen, what are you doing?

Karen, get away from him!

(wheezing continues)

Please, please don't say it.

Goodbye, Max.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Max.

(wheezing) (whispers): Goodbye.

No!

Goodbye, Max.

(wheezing slows)

(wheezing stops)

Why don't you say "goodbye" to me?

Don't you want me to die, too?

Why don't you just say "goodbye" to me?

I can't make anyone die!

I just said it because you were so mean to me.

I don't want

you to die.

I don't want anyone to die.

I just can't help saying "goodbye."

I hate you! I hate you!

I can't help it.

(echoing): I can't help saying "goodbye."

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just can't help it.

(plays somber melody)

Here's a present.

Go ahead, put it on.

We're going to the lake.

I'm going to teach you how to swim.

I'm going to take you out

and teach you how to swim in the deep water.

(door opens and closes)

�

(sand pattering)

KAREN: Goodbye, Karen.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,

goodbye, goodbye, goodbye...

NARRATOR: The dark side is always there.

Waiting for us to enter.

Waiting to enter us.

Until next time, try to enjoy the daylight.