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(airplane engine roar)

- [P.A.] TWA flight number 817, now arriving gate 12.

(background chatter)

This is the final boarding call

for TWA flight number 716.

This is the final boarding call...

- Taxi!

- [P.A.] for TWA flight number 716.

- Where to?

- Willowpoint Falls, please. - You got it.

(door thuds)

(engine starting)

- [Driver] Yunno, my wife's gonna have a fit

when | tell her you were in my cab.

Because she reads everything.

She reads all the time.

She read your last book,

what did you call it? "A Fog In the Night"?

- Right.

- Scared the living daylights out of her.

| told her, "Take it easy, it’s just a story!"

(Frank chuckling)

| hear they're gonna make a movie outta it.

- Yeah, that's right.

- That's great. (gentle music)

Small town boy makes good, right?

So tell me,

what's it like living in Los Angeles?

(engine rumbles)

- It's different. (leaves flutter)

- Yeah.

Uh, would you pull in here for a minute, please?

(engine rumbling) (shifter clicks)

(birds chirping)

- You knew 'em?

- Long time ago.

- You don't really believe all that

spooky stuff you write about, do you?

(dramatic music)

- [Frank V.O.] Willowpoint Falls was just like any other small town.

At least, that's the way it seemed to me.

(bright music) (newspaper thumps)

(candy clatters)

(seweing maching clicks)

(shouting)

- Hey Chuck, where's my paper?

Where's my paper? Where's my paper?

- Will you guys wait a minute?

| got this whole counter to take care of.

What am | giving you coffee?

You should be drinking milk for God sake's.

- Hey, Rosie, how about a fork?

- Use your wife's, okay?

Mary, she calls in sick, I'm the one who's stuck here.

5:30 | come in this morning.

These people don't care...

Come on, will you. Come on, come on.

- [Man] Where ’s my eggs? - ’m comin’, I'm comin'!

What're you doing in here?

- [Frank V.O.] The city was twenty-five miles southwest of town.

And on a clear day, you could see

the skyscrapers reaching for the clouds.

(bright music continues)

(torch hissing)

(hammering)

(hammering continues) (metal clatters)

It was Halloween, 1962.

That was the year she came into my life.

And Willowpoint would never be the same.

- Frankie, where you going?

- To school.

- Why you no eat something?

- I'm not hungry.

(Mamma muttering in Italian)

- Frankie.

- Quello non mangia, e non mangia, io perdo...

(Mamma muttering in Italian)

- Don't you wanna take this with you?

- Thanks Dad.

(basket clanks) - Hey!

- Bye, Dad.

(kissing)

(birds chirping)

(footsteps thump) (kissing)

(boys grunt) (Mamma gasps)

- You've got the prettiest brown eyes.

- [Mamma] Ma che fai? - [Frankie] Get off me!

- [Mamma] Get up. Come on!

(Mamma fussing in Italian)

(bike clicking)

It's okay, no, nothing, nothing, huh?

- Shh. Silencio. Silencio, eh?

(shouting) - See ya, Grandpa!

- Charlie! (coughing)

- Go easy on him, Ma. - Oh, sure.

(chuckling)

Che cretino. Ma che sta fumando, sta fumando.

(Mamma nagging in Italian)

Where you get those cigarette?

- What cigarette?

Ma che dici? Che stai dicendo? Fa sempre stessa...

(ranting in Italian)

(sniffing)

lam on fire!

(complaining in Italian)

- Stai bruciando! Oh mamma mia!

- lam on fire! Vieni qua!

(bright music)

(bicycle rattles)

(screaming)

(bicycles rattle)

- Hi, Mrs. Ciudi!

(water pattering)

(dogs barking)

- Hey! Don't get run over!

(dogs barking)

- Hey, watch it! What’re you doing?

- Move outta the way!

(men yelling)

J Avé Maria 2

(children chattering) (bicycle rattles)

- [Nun] Ignore him, children!

- Get out of the way!

(dogs barking)

- No, children, stop! (books thumping)

(barking continues)

(dramatic music) (barking ceases)

SAvéeS

(bright music)

(both screaming)

(squishing) (groans)

- Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Sorry, Frankie.

- What're ya trying to do? Kill me?

And don't swear!

- Minchia, don't be such a holy roller!

Are you hurt?

- What's that look like? Ketchup?!

- Look, don't tell dad. He'll kill me.

- Good! Then maybe I'll get to live a normal life!

(grunting)

Don't worry. | won't tell dad.

(gentle music)

(basket rattles)

Where you going?

- I'm gonna buy some toilet paper and soap.

It's Halloween.

| got a reputation to live up to.

(grunting)

(gentle music continues)

(children chattering)

(music playing on record player)

- [Teacher] Stop that noise.

Now get down.

You go back to your place.

(children clamor)

(needle skipping) (record player clatters)

(whistling)

And now, class, Frankie Scarlatti

has written a new story, especially for this occasion.

(chuckling)

Frankie.

- “The Beast That Destroyed London"

by Frankie Scarlatti.

- Wooooh! - Be quiet.

- [Frankie] Once upon a time, in a city called London,

a horrible sea monster terrified the citizens

just because he wanted to.

One day, the prehysterical beast

rose from the watery depths, covered with seaweed,

and began to swallow the London citizens

by the dozen. The monster’s bite was easily ten feet tall,

and his jaws revealed row upon row of sharp jagged teeth."

- Did he brush with Crest to prevent cavities?

(children laughing) Be quiet, Donald.

- “The London Bridge crumpled

under the monster's huge lizard feet.

The citizens were trampled on by the hundreds,

and if | told you what that looked like,

you'd probably throw up.

(all exclaiming)

(shushing) (claps hands)

- “But just when everyone had given up,

thrown in the towel and really become depressed,

a miracle occurred.

The ground began to open up

and the monster, who weighed at

leasta million tons,

sank into the huge hole,

eaten up by the only thing bigger than him:

the Earth.

And the depressed citizens of London

applauded and cheered,

and there was nothing

to be frightened about anymore."

(children clapping)

“That is, of course,

unless the monster had a baby.

(gasps)

but that's impossible.

Or is it?"

(bell ringing) (screaming)

Thank you, Frankie, for that very unusual story.

And now, people,

you may go to the cloakroom to get your coats.

Alphabetically. A through E, please.

And have a safe and happy Halloween.

- All right. Let's go.

(children chattering)

- Hey, what're ya doing? That's Frankie's cap.

- Duh!

Now we'll see how brave Frankie really is.

(children laughing)

- Oh! And remember to dress warmly on Monday.

They're installing a new furnace

and we may be without heat for a while.

- You wanna go trick-or-treating?

- | really liked your story, Frankie.

- Thanks.

- | wish | was as weird as you.

(soft music)

- Frankie?

Thank you for helping me after school today, Frankie.

- That's okay.

- So, when do | get those greeting cards | ordered?

- Mr. Lowry said

(panting)

since they've got to come all the way from Nebraska,

it'll probably be after Thanksgiving.

- Well, Mr. Lowry's certainly been a postman

long enough to know.

- Yeah. | had to sell twenty-four boxes.

It was hard, but luckily my dad bought the last ten.

- Frankie, you should be very proud of yourself.

You're a very enterprising young man

for your age, and that's very unusual.

- | know. (laughing)

(door thuds)

- Thank you, Frankie.

And say hello to your father for me.

Ask him to call me sometime.

I'm in the book.

It's under “Grace.”

Grace La Della. Page thirty-nine.

Would you like me to write that down for you?

- No. That's okay. I'll tell him.

- Hey, Frankie!

Okay, okay. Here he comes. Just do what | told you.

Let me do the talking.

- Hi, guys.

- Hey Frankie, that was an okay story.

- Real cool, man.

Jeez, it's getting colder than a witch's tit out here.

- Yeah. It's cold enough to snow, I'll bet.

Hey Frankie,

ain't you got something to keep your head warm?

- Yeah. My dad bought me this new ski cap, and--and...

Oh, no.

- Well, what's the matter?

- | musta lost it.

- What do you mean?

- | put it in my pocket, and now it's gone.

- Aw, it probably fell out in the cloakroom.

How much you wanna bet?

- I'm going home. (leaves rustling)

- Hey, where's he going? - | don't know.

- Wait a minute!

Frankie, where're you going? What about your hat?

- I'll get it tomorrow.

| can't go back in there now.

Miss La Della already left.

- So what? The door's still open.

Besides if Williams the janitor gets it,

he might give it to one of those nigger kids he's got.

- The word is "negro," Donald.

- Sorry, "negro, Donald!"

Forgot that you're in love with one.

| mean, that's what she looks like to me

with all that Brillo hair.

- Whose hair?

- Oh, wow. Who do you think, lover boy?

Mary Ellen Paio.

(punch smacks) (body thumps)

- Jeez.

| wish | were in love.

- I'm gonna get my cap.

- Donald, get up, man.

- What is it? Hey, w-what is...

- Come on. - What? W-where'd he go?

- He--he went back in the room. - Come on!

(machine whirrs)

(door clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(drawer slides) (key jingles)

(gasping) (door slams)

(lock clicks) (door slams)

(doorknob rattling)

- Yeah! - All right.

- Hey, guys! What's going on?

(dramatic music)

Hey, guys! Lemme out of here.

(gentle music)

- [Frank V.O.] The bells of Saint Andrew's were soothingly familiar,

even in those unfamiliar surroundings.

And it wasn’t long before | drifted to sleep

comforted by their ancient voices.

And | began to dream.

| dreamt of my mother's funeral.

(ominous music)

- [Marianna] Frankie.

(gentle music)

(laughing)

- Marianna, is dinner almost ready?

- Yeah Mom, | 'm hungry. - Okay, just a minute guys.

- Show me your stuff.

- There you are. Come over here, you.

Look at this. It's finished.

Try it on. Here.

Let's see.

You look very handsome.

(chuckles)

- Don't leave.

- How could | ever leave you?

(ominous music)

(lid thuds)

(sobbing)

(gentle music)

- [Frank V.O.] It was All Hallows Eve,

and I, still locked behind the cloakroom door,

suddenly felt a wind sweep through the darkness,

chilling me to the bone.

(girl laughing)

- Where is it? Where's my present?

Where did you hide it this time?

Of course | know who gave me this dress.

You did.

| Know your favorite song, too.

Jt Have you ever seen a dream walking? J

- Well, | did!

Did you ever hear a dream talking? !

- Well, | did!

Because you're always singing it,

that's how | know.

- Did you ever see a dream...

(gasps)

- Who are you?

(gasps)

- I'm scared now.

No, | don't want to play anymore.

| want my mommy. | wanna go home!

(screaming) (dramatic music)

(grunting) (metallic clinking)

Help! (Melissa shrieking)

- No. Don't hurt her.

(screaming)

Don't.

- Oh Mommy!

(sobbing)

- Please, don't.

(body thudding)

(footsteps echoing)

(clock chiming)

(footsteps scrape)

(grate rattling)

(footsteps thud)

(clock chiming)

(floorboards creak) (doorknob rattles)

(door crashes)

(baited breathing)

(screwdriver clicks)

(rat squeaking)

(rat thumps)

- Who are you?

What do you know?

- | got locked in.

My friends locked me in after school, and--

(Frankie groaning) (suspenseful music)

(Frank grunting)

(grunting) (gasping)

- [Frank V.O.] The heart sound was fading, becoming faint, more distant.

| was dying.

| could feel my eyes close shut

and yet | continued to see.

(wooshing)

(dramatic music)

(wind gusting)

| saw my father waiting for me to return home from school,

worriedly dialing numbers to try and locate me.

| saw my brother Geno,

sadly sifting through my toys and clothes

and finding the love letter I'd written to Mary Ellen.

Why didn't | give it to her?

(dramatic music continues)

(Donald and Louie laughing)

And then | heard Donald and Louie

laughing at the clever joke they'd played.

But then their laughter turned to tears

as they stood before a gravestone.

- Donald, Louie?

(footsteps rustle)

- [Frank V.O.] And then | felt the chill again.

And with it, came the little girl.

(bright music)

- Who are you?

- Frankie.

Who are you?

- Melissa.

Where are you going?

- Where am | going?

- Don't you know where you'd like to be going?

- To my home. In my own bed.

- My mommy's lost and | can't find her.

Will you help me find her?

(dramatic music)

(puffing)

(coughing)

- Daddy's here. It's okay.

- [Man on police radio] Ray, do you read me? Over.

Ray?

- What's going on out there?

(TV static) (hollering)

- What? (grunting)

(police radio chatters) (gurney rattles)

- What're you doing here, Willie?

- Nothing, Sheriff. - You been here all night?

- | took a little nap. - Whatta ya been drinking?

Does Matty know where you're at?

- Somebody should call her.

- Take him to the station. We'll talk when you get sober.

- lain't done nothing--

- Go on. Go on. I'll talk to you in a little bit, okay?

(gurney clatters)

(hatch thuds)

(door thuds) (police radio chatters)

(siren wailing)

- Alright, come on, let's go home, folks.

It's late. Come on.

(praying in Italian)

- How you feel a mamma?

Feel better now?

- Sure he's alright.

Just like my new wristwatch.

“Takes a licking and keeps on ticking," eh?

- Shaddup, you.

Who cares about your wristwatch?

Stop smoke, before you die, too.

- Who's a die? Nobody's a die.

- Never mind. Go find your son

and say that Frankie is wake up now.

- When I die, no smoke gonna kill me.

It's you who gonna kill me!

- Ah, vatene al diavolo!

(Grandpa mutters)

- [Phil] Hey, Al.

(gate creaks)

Your son wants to talk to you.

- Angelo, ven a casa. Ven a casa!

(bright music)

(complaining in Italian)

- Hi, Dad.

- What am | gonna do with you?

- Dad, it wasn't my fault.

Donald and Louie locked me in.

| thought I'd lost my cap--

- | know all about it.

When you didn't show up, | made some calls.

Your buddy Louie finally confessed.

- Dad,

something incredible happened while | was in there.

- | know.

- You do?

- Frankie, you weren't breathing when we got there.

Do you have any idea who hurt you?

- lt was aman.

- What'd he look like?

- It was too dark. | couldn't see his face.

Dad?

Something else happened. - Get a load of this!

The toad's a celebrity, a big star.

- Who told them | was ten?

- Listen to that voice.

Now he even sounds like a toad.

- Geno, how many times have | told you

not to call your brother names.

- | wasn't calling him names.

- You was too, Geno. You called him a frog.

- | didn't call him a frog, | called him a toad.

- [Grandpa] Whatsa the difference?

- | give up. Where's the food?

- Charlie, go smoke a cigarette.

Stop making trouble. Go ahead.

- Ohh!

First she tells me | gonna die from smoke,

and now she gonna sing at my funeral, eh?

- That's right. I'm not only gonna to sing at your funeral,

I'm going to throw on top the dirt

so | get rid of you in my face.

(bickering in Italian)

- Bye, grandpa. - Ah, shaddup!

(Grandpa loudly complains in Italian)

- It's all there. Whole story.

Eleven kids molested and killed in the past ten years.

They're all from the city,

except for the first one and Richie Cilak.

(door thuds)

You remember Richie, doncha, toad?

- Uh-uh.

- We were in the sixth grade together.

He was the class brain. Got A's with his eyes closed.

Probably woulda been a doctor or lawyer,

something brainy like that.

Just think, Toad, you could've made it

an even dozen and really been famous.

- That's enough.

- That's it. No more crazy stories.

- | was just kiddin' around, trying to lighten things up.

- It's not funny, Geno. - Don't you have chores to do?

- Sorry, Frankie. | didn't mean it.

(telephone ringing) - I'll get it.

(footsteps thump)

(phone clicks) Hello?

Oh yes, just a minute. Angelo.

A polizia é.

- Hello?

- Al, this is Ray. I'm down at the courthouse.

Yeah. Well, they hit him with eleven counts murder,

one assault. That’s right.

(dramatic music)

- Naomi, smile for your daddy.

(sobbing)

- [Ray] Uh, the preliminary's this afternoon.

On top of that, the D.A. says they’re gonna hold him over

for the grand jury, no bail.

Oh, they're bringing him out now. Yeah.

(people chattering) Hold on a minute.

(reporters clamoring)

- Ray, Ray, what's going on?

(paper rustling)

- "Ten-year-old Melissa Anne Montgomery

was the first victim

believed to have been murdered in Cliffside Park.

Her body thrown to the waters below

from the no-, notorious widow's peak.

The peak,

a popular spot with young people,

is also the haunting ground

of the legendary Lady in White.

Reported by city and local youths

to be a mysterious, long-robed woman

who roams the cliffs at night."

- [Al] Mamma, we got a surprise for him.

- Okay. (newspaper rustles)

- [Al] Is he awake?

- I'll see, come on in. Let's go and see.

(lid thuds) - Go Tony, go.

- Frankie.

Look who's here. - Hey.

- Hey, Broken Arrow.

- Hi, Phil. Hi, Tony.

- Hey, how ya doin', Frankie?

- Phil, why you call Frankie a broke arrow?

- Because Mamma, whenever we go for

target practice with that warped bow of his,

the arrow curves away from the bullseye,

hits the side of the hill, and breaks in two.

(all chuckle)

So, from now on, no more Broken Arrow.

That's from me and Tony. - See?

- Gee,

thanks, Phil. Thank you, Tony.

- Ah, you're welcome, Frankie.

- You're welcome.

(grunting)

- Ah, at least he looks good.

- Whoa, whoa! Geno.

- What're ya doin' with all those papers?

- It's a goldmine. If Frankie autographs them,

I'll get fifty cents apiece for 'em.

- The kid's a regular Howard Hughes.

- [Mamma] Hey! Where you going with those papers?

- [Gino] What papers?

- [Mamma] Hey, look at the mess you makin'

with those dirty shoes.

| clean and you make a mess.

- They charged Harold Williams with murder this morning.

He's being held without bail.

- You’re kidding me.

The janitor.

- Ray Saunders just called,

said he was hiding in the boiler room at the school.

Been there all night. - That Black son of a bitch.

Unbelievable. | was just there this

morning to prep the furnace for Monday.

- Willie claimed he'd gotten drunk

and had fallen asleep, that's all.

- All these years of sendin' my kids to that school,

watching them like a hawk,

knowing that maniac was still out there.

| thought they'd nail some guy from the city.

- Willie says he didn't do it.

- Of course that's what he says. What else is he gonna say?

- Why would he do it?

He's got children of his own.

- Oh, why do any of these bastards who go after kids

do it? They're sick!

Augh! I'm gonna go close up.

(footsteps thump)

(birds chirping)

- How's Frankie?

- The kid's amazing.

He loved the bow.

- | almost lost him, Philly.

- He's gonna be all right. He's tough. He's a fighter.

He takes after you.

You're like a brother to me, you know that?

- What's "like a brother"?

We grew up together.

We slept in the same room.

We fought like cats and dogs.

That remind you of a couple

of other kids we just happen to know?

- You know, when we were kids,

nothing frightened me more

than the thought of losing my parents.

Then | watched it happen to you.

Both of them within a year.

If it hadn't been for your mother and father,

| don't know what | would've done.

- It took a lot of strength to deal with a loss like that.

- It was tough. Lotta mixed emotions.

But...

guest'é la vita.

Eventually you grow up. You grow out of it.

- | used to think fear was something you grow out of,

like uh, being afraid of the dark.

But now, with Marianna gone

I'm more fearful than ever.

Yunno Philly, the thing that scares me the most

is the thought of losing one of my kids.

- [Announcer] /n Mississippi, James Meredith,

the first Negro to enroll at the

all-white University of Mississippi,

will begin classes on Monday.

Meredith's presence on campus earlier this month

resulted in full-scale riots

and the deployment of 3,500 federal troops.

(siren wailing) (screams)

(gunshots)

(car honking) (glass shattering)

(switch thuds)

- [Frankie] Dear God,

please bless Mamma and Papa, Geno and Dad

and all the departed souls.

Please bless Melissa.

Amen.

(suspenseful music)

(paper rustling)

(gentle music) (Melissa singing)

~ Did you ever see a dream walking? 2

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever hear a dream

2 talking?

- Well, | did!

(Melissa giggling)

fidid. I

(slippers scrape)

fidid. I

(puffing)

(chair creaks) (suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(waves crashing)

- “The eyes of the Lord are toward the righteous

and his ears toward their cry."

Praise be to the Lord.

- [Crowd] Amen.

(crowd rustling)

- This morning, we have reason to give special thanks.

Frankie Scarlatti is well and is still with us.

Our merciful savior has blessed us with his presence.

But what of the other children who are no longer with us?

What has become of them?

They have found the eternal peace

which we all yearn for.

They are forever in one

with the almighty Father

in Heaven.

“For the eyes of the Lord are toward the righteous

and his ears toward their cry."

- | don't believe that.

(crowd rustles)

- Agnes, please.

- It's Mrs. Cilak.

- Why did our Richie have to die?

Why wasn't he spared?

Your boy's no better than mine.

It’s that nigger.

That murderer of hers that killed him.

Now he's gonna die, too.

| spit on you.

| spit on your murdering husband.

(body thuds)

(footsteps thump)

(thunder rumbles)

(sobbing) (coughing)

(rain pattering)

(door thuds)

(door thuds)

- | apologize for what happened back there, Matty.

(crying)

(door thuds) (thunder rumbling)

(grate rattles)

(hand rustles)

(object clinks)

(eerie music)

- [Frank V.O.] Weeks went by and the days grew shorter.

That year,

time had a way of dragging on forever in Willowpoint Falls.

- Merry Christmas. Ho, ho, ho!

Merry Christmas. Ho, ho, ho!

Merry Christmas. Ho, ho, ho!

(music playing)

- [Frank V.O.] At show and tell, wise guy Donald

introduced Miss La Della to the limbo.

- Now, do you know where the Caribbean is?

San Juan?

| told you, you have to keep the pole up.

Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo.

No, no, that won't do.

Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo.

Up. No, you don’t understand.

Up. There.

Oh well! (chuckling)

- [Frank V.O.] Christmas was coming and all

the preparations had begun.

Mamma baked Christmas cookies for the decorating ceremonies.

- Hey Mamma, what's that?

Hey! (complaining in Italian)

- [Frank V.O.] Phil brought the tree, just as he had every year.

- Will it fit? - Yeah.

Mamma!

- That's it.

- [Frank V.O.] Dad and Geno hung lights.

Oh, Tony was there, too.

- Here, have a snowball, son.

- [Frank V.O.] And Papa?

Well, Papa lent a hand wherever needed.

(arguing in Italian)

(laughing)

- Ma, leave him alone.

- You rotten kid.

- [Frank V.O.] As for me, I'd grown up just

just a little bit more than | was supposed to, | think.

Responsibility had become my constant companion.

And | was no longer afraid of things that | could not see.

(music playing)

- Something very strange and mystic happened to me J

~ Something realistic and as weird as can be J

~ Something that | feared somehow J

/ is now endeared to me J

JS What a funny feeling, odd and yet so true

! Did a thing like this ever happen to you? I

- Did you ever see a dream walkin'? I

- Well, | did!

Did you ever hear a dream talkin'? S

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever have a dream thrill you

2 With "will you be mine?" LS

J Oh, it's so grand J

2 and it's too, too divine I

- Did you ever see a dream dancin'? I

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever see a dream romancin'? 2

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever see Heaven right in your arms I

2 saying, "I love you, |do"S

- Well, the dream that was walkin' and the dream J

- Help me find her.

J Heaven in my arms was you I

(wind whistling)

(thunder rumbling)

(bird cawing)

(tires squishing) (engine rumbling)

(objects clinking)

- Frankie?

- Hi, Mr. Lowry.

- What're you doin' up there? - Oh, just thinkin’.

- Ah!

| bet | know what you're thinking of.

| bet you’re thinking of that weather report, huh?

- | hope it’s right this time.

Less than two weeks ‘til Christmas,

and it hardly snowed, except for once,

and it melted right when it hit the ground.

- You been comin’ up here long?

- Since my mom died.

- | see.

You know, Mrs. Lowry and | had our first date

right here beneath this tree.

Back then, we called it our “Good Luck Tree."

Oh, but that was...

That was way long before we got to know each other.

- | call it the “Thinking Tree."

‘Cause it helps me think about things,

and figure stuff out.

Mr. Lowry.

- Hmm?

- Can a person die and still be alive?

Yunno, like...

- Like the Lady in White.

Frankie, Frankie.

There was a woman who lived on Widow’s Peak.

She was a kind, sweet, gentle, loving woman.

She died some years back. (gentle music)

- What was her name?

- Her name...

Her name was Anne.

- How did she die?

- She-- she fell

from the cliffs.

Very tragic thing. Very sad.

Since then, she’s become legendary.

Some people think that

because of the violent nature of her death,

she still walks those cliffs,

and is unable to rest in peace.

(thunder rolling)

- Did you ever see her?

- Oh, no!

An-and neither has anyone else in my opinion,

except in their, in their minds.

Oh, but that doesn’t make her any less real,

especially to...

to those who believe in her

and who love her.

Just like with your mother.

(exhaling)

| guess | better be going.

Oh! But before | do, I...

| thought you might like to know that

|, that | dropped off that package

you’ve been waiting for.

- You did - Uh-huh.

- All the way from-- - Lincoln, Nebraska!

- Right!

- Gee, thanks Mr. Lowry.

- Okay, see ya! - See ya!

(spirited music)

- Wipe your feet.

(lid clatters)

It's in your bedroom.

(door thuds)

(box clattering)

(machines whirring) (hammering)

- Look, Al, all I'm saying is

unless Frankie can verify

that it wasn't Williams that attacked him--

- Come on, Ray. You've talked to Frankie.

He told you it was too dark to tell.

- They're gonna put Harold Williams away. | guarantee it.

- Where's their proof? - He was in the building, Al.

What the hell was he doing there in the middle of the night?

- He got drunk and passed out.

- His goddamn prints were all over that cloakroom.

- And all over the rest of the school.

He works there for Christ's sakes.

He's the janitor.

- I'm tellin’ you, that doesn't matter.

This case has been making monkeys out

of all of us for the past ten years.

Harold Williams is a perfect scapegoat:

he's Black.

There's something else, Al.

That little Montgomery girl.

Ten years ago,

we found blood in that cloakroom.

It matched her type.

| know that she was killed there.

- Hey, what's goin' on?

- Phil! - Whoa!

Whoa, whoa. Calm down, partner.

- There was a little girl. | saw her,

she was killed in the cloakroom.

Sheriff Saunders knows it.

Then | heard something fall into the furnace grate.

So | went back and found some stuff down there.

- Stuff? What kind of stuff?

- It was kid's stuff.

Stuff that had fallen down in there.

It was all kid's stuff.

Except for the ring.

- What?

- It was his ring.

Maybe that's what he came back to get.

- What are you mumbling about?

- 'Cause they were putting in the new furnace.

He knew they might find it.

- What? (door rumbles)

- Frankie?

- Dad, | gotta talk to you!

- [Geno] Hey!

Mamma's on the warpath again. It's time to eat.

- Alright, tell her we'll be right there.

Frankie, go downstairs and help your grandma set the table.

- But, Dad! - Go ahead.

(machinery sounds continue)

(footsteps thump)

(door thuds)

- [Radio announcer] Signore, signori, buon pomeriggio. Good evening.

Da KTYM Tony De Bruno vi presenta Italia musica.

(plate thuds) (Italian music)

- Frankie, pass the ricotta.

Thank you.

(plates clink)

Somebody's been into my trunk again.

- It wasn't me. - It wasn't me.

- Well, there's nothing in there that would be of any

interest to either one of you.

So stay out. Capisci ?

- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

- Where's Pa?

- Um, he's drowning himself because | hide his cigarettes.

(water bubbling)

- [Mamma] | hope you take off your new wristwatch

before you drown yourself.

- Son uh a bitch!

- That's it! (Al chuckling)

(fist pounds)

- Come out and eat! - Aw, shut up!

(water splashes)

(both laughing)

- You alright?

(Geno coughing)

You jerk.

(laughing)

- [Mamma] Did you find your cigarettes?

| put them in the drain!

(Mamma laughing)

(dog barking)

- [Frank V.O.] Mad Miss Amanda Harper was the town recluse.

She used to give the kids piano lessons,

but that was way before my time.

Before she went crazy

and tried to burn her house down,

while she laid in bed, laughing at the inferno

all around her.

They put her away after that.

But she eventually came home.

|, personally, had never seen her

but | often heard her playing the piano

when | passed her house.

- [Donald] Hey, Frankie!

C'mere!

- Hi, guys. - Hey, what's up, man?

- Nothin’.

- We're goin' to the cottage. You wanna come?

- No. | promised my Dad I'd be home before dark.

Besides, | have to finish delivering

these greeting cards.

- What's the matter?

Afraid the Lady in White will getcha?

- No. - Then what're ya waiting for?

Hop on.

(ominous music)

(windmill rattles)

(whispering) - That's it.

That's where she lived before she committed suicide.

- What do you mean, "committed suicide"?

- Hey, I'd kill myself too, if | had to live

in a spooky joint like that.

(shushing) Jeez!

(door creaking)

(whispering) Donald.

Where the hell are you?

- [Donald] Hey guys, look at this.

Look at what | found.

(suspenseful music)

- What is it? - It's the beast...

that destroyed London!

(screaming)

(bodies thud)

- You asshole!

(laughing)

- | got him at Newberry's. Say hello, Sam.

(screaming)

(screaming)

(arm thuds)

Sam!

Sam, come back here Sam. Come back, Sam.

(dramatic music)

Shit! Where'd he go?

There he is.

Sam!

Grab him! Get him, quick!

(eerie music)

(gentle music)

- [Melissa] Help me find her.

- Okay now, start comin' down real slow.

- I'm not touching that thing.

Would you just do what | tell--

(grunting)

- What are you waiting for, Donald?

He's gonna get away.

- Holy shit! (yelling)

- Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

(dramatic music)

- Guys?

Guys?

(screaming)

- | want to bite your neck.

(grunting)

(body thumps)

- What are you doing here?

- Dad told me to come find you. Now call a doctor, quick.

- What for? - To save my unborn child.

- Guess you won't be doing it under the covers for a while.

- Aw shit, | thought you were asleep.

- Come on, get up. Be serious.

| saw her.

- Who?

- The Lady in White!

- What?

- Melissa's mother is the Lady in White!

- Who's Melissa? - Melissa Montgomery!

Ten years ago, she was killed in the cloakroom.

| saw it happen.

- Are you gonna tell Dad | do it under the covers?

If you do I'll tell him you went into his trunk.

| have proof! - Listen to me!

Mr. Lowry said,

sometimes when someone dies violent,

they can't rest in peace.

| heard something fall into the furnace grate.

That's what the person who tried to kill me

came looking for.

- Looking for what?

- | thought it was the barrette.

But it was this.

My God.

| must've lost it.

- Lost what?

- The ring.

That's what the killer came looking for.

It was in the grate.

- What kind of ring?

-Itwasa graduating ring,

like the one Chicky got last summer,

but very old.

- Well, come on, toad.

We better get back before dad lynches us both.

- But Geno, I've gotta find it.

It's the only thing that'll--

- Come on, I'm tired. Let's go.

Hey, you know what? | heard the weatherman say

it's going to snow in Toben County.

We might get lucky.

- [Frankie] Yeah. Lucky.

(suspenseful music) (footsteps tapping)

(thuds)

(box clanks) (ring clinks)

(ring clinks)

(paper rustling) (ghostly singing)

(typewriter keys clacking)

(suspenseful music continues)

(ring clicks)

(door clicks)

(objects clatter) (footsteps thump)

(match strikes)

- Charlie!

(exclaiming) (coughing)

It's okay Papa, it's Geno.

- | thought was grandma caught me smoke.

- | won't tell if you won't. Deal?

- Okay. Let's go.

(footsteps thud)

Geno?

(both shushing)

(door thuds)

(screaming)

- Don't scare her.

(heavy breathing) (dramatic music)

- I'm trying my best.

(girl giggles)

What does she want?

- She wants her mother.

- You got her number? Let's call her.

- | already told you.

Her mother is the Lady in White.

(Melissa continues giggling)

(clock chiming)

(clock continues chiming)

(ominous music)

(window scrapes)

She's with him.

- Where're ya going?

- It's 10:00. | gotta follow her.

That's when she was killed.

| heard the bells ringing when | was in the cloakroom.

That's where he's taking her.

(dramatic music)

- I'm not staying here alone.

[Geno] Frankie!

Wait! (footsteps thump)

- That's it. That's the cloakroom window.

(ominous music)

- Let's go home.

- No.

Don't you see?

He's taking her to the cliffs.

(grass crunching)

- Toad, wait!

(grunting)

(grunting)

(waves crashing)

(ominous music)

- [Melissa] Mommy?

Mommy?

Mommy?

(screaming) Mommy! Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!

- She's alive!

- Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!

- No!

(surf crashing)

- [Woman] Melissa!

Melissa, where are you?

Melissa!

Melissa!

(surf crashing) (dramatic music)

(crying)

(screaming)

- Come here, child.

- Frankie, you okay?

(windmill creaking)

(birds chirping)

(drapes click)

(grunting)

- Come ti senti?

Huh? How you feel? - Horrible.

What time is it?

-Letre e mezzo.

(Geno grunts)

Thirty-three o'clock. - 3:30?

- That's what | said. Whatsa matter?

You no ‘stand English?

- Why didn't you wake me up for school?

- Why? | tell you why.

You're so sick you no remember.

You shook all over this morning.

- | did?

- | think maybe you got pneumonia.

Oh, God forbid.

Because all night the window was open.

Here.

(Mamma sighs)

- Where's Frankie? - At school. Where do you think?

Phil, you want more cafté?

- Basta, mamma. I've had enough.

| promised your brother I'd pick him up after school

and take him out for some target practice.

- | wanna come. - You?

Are you crazy? You don't go no place.

(scoffing)

- Where's Dad?

- What do you care where is your father? You're sick.

So don't make me lose my temperature.

- It's temper, Mamma. I've got a temperature.

- And me too. So don't make me mad.

- Yeah.

- Arrivederci, Mamma. - Arrivederci , Phil.

Bye-bye.

(sighing)

Too much talk. No work.

Come on, Geno. We try the other end.

- No, Mamma. - Come on.

- Ohh.

Ow!

- Signore mio!

- Thanks, Johnny.

- Nick, Nick! - What's up?

- They're lettin' him go. Grand jury refused to indict.

- Insufficient evidence.

- Had to be, the D.A.’s mad as hell.

(footsteps tapping) (crowd clamors)

- All right. Just take it easy. Just take it easy.

(reporters clamoring) (camera clicking)

(people applauding)

- Where's my wife? Hey!

Where's my Matty? Where is she?

- [Reporter] How do you feel, Mr. Williams?

- | feel fine, just fine.

- What are you gonna do now sir?

- Well these fine gentlemen

are gonna take me back to jail.

I'm gonna get my things, and go home to my family.

- Okay. Thank you, Mr. Williams.

This is Jim Elliott, WGAC reporting live

at the Gabriel County Courthouse.

Where Harold Williams, the accused suspect

involved in the Cliffside child murders,

has just been released by the grand jury

on grounds of insufficient evidence.

(people chattering)

- Stay in jail where you belong!

- Where are you going, Agnes?

- | wanna apologize.

(cameras clicking) (policemen chatter)

- I'll be home waiting for you. - I'll be coming home.

(chuckling)

- Mr. Williams.

(fingers tapping)

- Hello, Ms. Cilak.

- | just wanted to say,

I'm Ss orr y

for all the trouble you've been through.

(engine starting) - Thank you.

That means a lot coming from you.

- You're kind.

Very kind.

That's for my Richie.

(gunshot) - Oh my God!

- Oh no!

- He's been shot!

(people yelling)

- [Mrs. Cilak] Richie.

(crowd clamors) (dramatic music)

- [All Matty?

Matty?

God, you're hurt. Ray!

- How bad? How bad?

Okay, can you walk? Alright, nice and easy.

Let's take you to the doctor.

She's in shock. Easy.

Give us some room, will you please? Please.

(lid thuds)

(rings thud)

- “A.R.S."

Angelo Rudolfo Scarlatti.

“M.P.T."

“Michael

Philip Terragrossa."

Phil.

- [Frank] Wow!

I'll never be that good.

- Nah. It just takes a little practice, that's all.

You have to train your mind not to think

about anything else except your target.

- It’s gettin' late.

Mamma's probably already made dinner.

- | thought you and | were gonna talk.

- I'm tired.

- Okay. We'll talk on the way home.

But what do you say we have one more shot

at that bullseye before we go, huh?

- All right. - Good.

Okay. Get ready.

| want you to keep your eye on the bullseye

and your left arm straight.

That's it.

Keep your eye on the target.

Pull back.

Hold your breath.

Release. (bow creaks)

(arrow thumps)

Yeah. Not bad.

Not bad at all.

- | don't believe it.

- We're gonna make a marksman out of you yet, Broken Arrow.

Well, let's pack up.

You take these things. I'll get the target.

- Okay.

(bow clatters)

(whistling)

(humming)

(target thumps)

(Phil singing)

- Did you ever see a dream walkin'? I

> Well, | did! (gate slams)

- Okay, partner. Hand me those keys.

I'll take you home and get you some chow.

(keys jingle)

(breathing heavily)

(locks thud) (shuddering)

- Hey Frankie, what's the matter?

(suspenseful music)

Come on. Open the door.

Please.

Frankie?

(growling)

Open the door!

Open the goddamn door!

(gasping)

(grunting) (glass cracks)

(dramatic music)

Frankie?

Frankie!

(cawing)

Now, please, please. I'm not gonna hurt ya.

I'm not gonna hurt ya. See?

Now, you gotta listen to me, Broken Arrow.

That night in the cloakroom,

| didn't know it was you.

(suspenseful music continues)

| mean, I...

| couldn't see you behind the mask.

| mean, if I'd... if I'd known it was you,

| never would have...

Frankie, don't.

Don't!

(clocktower chiming)

(engine rumbling)

(door thuds)

(police radio chatter)

- He didn’t make it, Al.

- What about Matty?

- She’s gonna be okay.

- [Geno] Dad! (dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(door creaks)

- Just tell me where it is, Frankie,

and | won't hurt ya.

| don't want to hurt you.

| love you. You're a beautiful boy.

Please, give me the ring,

and | won't say anything about it.

Nobody has to hear anything about it.

Your dad doesn't even have to know.

Oh, God. (Frankie whimpers)

| could never face him if he knew.

(shouting) Where is it?

Give me the ring!

(grunting)

(playing piano)

(piano playing continues)

(flames flutter)

(wind howls)

(footsteps thump)

- You like the way | play?

| could teach you.

I've taught many children.

| taught her how.

And her mother.

How beautiful she was.

Much more beautiful than me.

And how she loved her little girl.

She lived and died for her.

(Frankie whimpering)

| wanted to die too.

But they wouldn't let me.

What is the good of living when all that you love is gone?

Even in death, she couldn't rest.

| Know.

| see her roaming the cliffs at night

searching for her little girl.

Calling out her name.

(whispering) Melissa.

All these years

how well I've kept her for you, Anne.

Her room.

All her little things.

(crying) I've kept them all for you,

all for you,

my beloved sister.

(gentle music)

And now. Now.

It’s time for you to move on.

| killed him.

| promised you | would and | did.

Now.

Now you can rest in peace.

(Frankie crying)

Now, now, child.

No need to be frightened.

No more.

I've killed him.

See?

(Frankie whimpers)

(kissing) (wind howling)

(grunting)

(dramatic music)

(choking)

(Amanda choking) (flames crackle)

(scuffling) (Frankie grunts)

(objects crashing) (Amanda grunting)

(grunting)

(Amanda gasps)

(Frank coughing)

(Phil grunting)

(Frankie yelling)

(grunting) (dramatic music continues)

(Frankie screaming)

(surf crashing)

(scuffling)

(screaming)

(grunting)

(screaming)

(Phil exclaims)

(screaming)

(Phil grunts)

(dramatic music continues)

(windmill rattling) (Frankie hollering)

(grunting)

(Frankie screaming)

(waves crashing)

(thunder rumbling)

(eerie music)

(wailing)

(Phil yells)

(screaming)

(waves crashing)

(gentle music)

(wind howls)

(fire crackling)

(flames roar) (ethereal singing)

- Come to me.

- Mommy.

Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy

Thank you.

(dramatic music)

(Melissa laughing)

(spirited music)

(wooshing)

(fire roars)

- [Al] Frankie!

(dog barking)

- Dad. Ow!

(screaming) (dramatic music)

(waves crashing)

Dad!

Dad!

(dogs barking)

(gasping)

(kissing) (crying)

| love you, Dad.

(surf crashing)

(somber music)

No.

- It's okay.

(Phil moaning)

Take it.

Take it!

(groaning)

No.

Philly, no!

Philly! (Phil screams)

(waves crashing)

(gentle music)

(fire roars) (rousing music)

(gentle music)

(Bing Crosby: “Did You Ever See A Dream Walking" plays)

- Something very strange and mystic happened to me J

~ Something realistic and as weird as can be J

~ Something that | feared somehow J

/ is now endeared to me J

JS What a funny feeling, odd and yet so true

! Did a thing like this ever happen to you? I

- Did you ever see a dream walkin'? I

- Well, | did!

Did you ever hear a dream talkin'? S

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever have a dream thrill you

2 With "will you be mine?" LS

J Oh, it's so grand J

J And it's too, too divine I

- Did you ever see a dream dancin'? I

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever see a dream romancin'? 2

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever see Heaven right in your arms I

J Saying, "I love you, | do"? 2

- Well, the dream that was walkin' !

? And the dream that was talkin'

t And the Heaven in my arms was you I

(upbeat music continues)

- Did you ever see a dream walkin'? I

- Well, | did!

Did you ever hear a dream talkin'? S

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever have a dream thrill you

2 With "will you be mine?" LS

J Oh, it's so grand J

J And it's too, too divine I

~ Did you ever see a dream dancing? 2

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever see a dream romancin'? 2

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever see Heaven right in your arms I

J Saying, "I love you, | do"? 2

- Well, the dream that was walkin' !

? And the dream that was talkin'

t And the Heaven in my arms was you I

(Melissa sings)

~ Did you ever see a dream walking? 2

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever hear a dream

I Talking? f

- Well, | did!

(Melissa vocalizing)

~ Did you ever see a dream walking? 2

- Well, | did!