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- Joanne?

- Joanne!

Shhh...

Where's your mother and your brother?

_ MQmmyS QOHG.

She's taken George with her.

- Your mother's a bitch!

She'll pay for what she did to you.

- Help! Daddy!

Open the door!

Daddy!

Help!

Help!

Somebody open the door!

There's fire!

- If anyone had ever told me that someday,

I'd be working in this house again...

But you know,

Mrs Gimble will at least get some rest here.

Paul? Paul! - Yeah?

- What time is it now?

- Half past.

Half past two.

- Oh, they'll be here any minute now.

Well, at least all the heavy work's done.

Tell me, how old is the child?

- Oh, she'd be eight, yeah, eight, I think.

- Isn't it a shame

that they lost their newborn baby like that?

- Hello, Mary! - Oh, hello!

- How wonderful to see you!

- My God, you were just a little boy!

And here you are!

- Yes, here we are! - Ohh...

- Hello, Paul. - How are you, sir?

- Thank you for arranging all this for me.

- Ah, it's nothing, great to see you.

- Hello, madam, and welcome home.

- Wivian] Thank you.

- Good god.

Everything's still here.

Look, Vivian.

The couch, where Mother would curl up and read.

And look there...

Her sewing basket.

The bookcase.

Father's arm chair.

And I wonder,

I wonder...

Yes!

Exactly in place!

My first love.

For Christ sake...

Well, never mind, it can be fixed.

Well, here it is, Darling,

but I don't want you to feel

as if you're in a museum.

If you see anything you don't like

we'll change it.

This is our house now.

You know, I only lived here

until I was four.

My one real attachment was that figurine.

Now, Mary will help you with the housework.

This is a very big house,

and you are supposed to be

getting your strength back.

And Paul?

Well, Paul can do anything.

- I do the best I can, Mr Gimble,

for a man of my age.

- Oh, for a man of your age?

Come one, I only hope I'm in your condition

when I get to be your age.

Where'd Cathy go?

Cathy?

Cathy?

Where are you going?

- Up to my room, Daddy.

- Oh, let her go, George.

Come on, let's unpack our things.

- Did you see the way she acted

when she came in?

I mean Cathy.

How comfortable she seemed to be

in her room?

In the whole house, for that matter.

And in a place she's never seen before.

- Well, maybe you'd like it better

if she were upset.

Well, would you?

- What are you talking about?

- Listen, George.

This is getting pretty ridiculous.

You know and I know

that I've had a nervous breakdown, right?

Well, it's not hereditary,

and it isn't catching.

The way you go around

analyzing every thing Cathy says or does,

it's too much, George.

- Darling, you don't understand.

My feelings are just the opposite.

I'm just delighted to see Cathy

with so much confidence.

And I'm thrilled because

she seems to feel so at home here.

That's all I meant.

Maybe I expressed myself badly.

I'm sorry if I've upset you.

- Cathy darling.

What are you doing?

- Nothing, mommy.

Nothing at all.

- Taking a nap?

- No, Mommy.

- But the bed-- - Vivian!

This soup is boiling.

What do you want me to do with it?

- Hold on, Darling,

your women are coming to your rescue.

- Jack and Jill went up the hill

to fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

and Jill came running after.

Jack and Jill went up the hill,

to fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

and Jill came running after.

Jack and Jill went up the hill

to fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

and Jill came running after.

Jack and Jill went up the hill,

to fetch a pail of water--

- What's the matter, Vivian?

- Jack fell down

and broke his crown - It's nothing.

- And Jill came running after.

- I had a feeling that...

- That what? - Jack and Jill

went up the hill.

- Keep still now, will you?

Someone's watching me from the garden, George.

- Well, it must have been a dog,

or a cat.

I can't see anything now.

Do you really want me to go out there

and take a look around?

- Daddy! Daddy!

Wait for me, I wanna go with you!

- Vivian, look what I found.

Three spies.

Please repeat what you told me.

- Sure.

We were just taking a walk.

- You see, just taking a walk.

And why were you just taking a walk

in my back yard?

- Hello. - Hello.

Please forgive me, but my children--

- They're right here, madam.

Looking for you.

- I'm so sorry.

Please excuse them,

but Walter brings them here,

every chance he gets,

and he knows it's forbidden.

- It doesn't matter at all.

A large garden can be very tempting.

Here, let me introduce my family.

My wife, Vivian. - How do you do?

- How do you do?

- Our daughter, Cathy. - Hello.

- And I'm George, George Gimble.

- How do you do. - We're just moving in.

I'm Margaret Burton, your neighbor,

and this is Geraldine, Walter, and Peter.

Hi Cathy.

I can see you'll be having lots of fun

with this merry crew.

- You'd like that, wouldn't you Cathy?

- Yes. - I've got an idea.

Why don't you drop by tomorrow afternoon,

we can get acquainted, and the children too.

- Splendid, thank you very much.

Come children, move.

- Bye!

- See you tomorrow. - Bye.

- Bye.

- Mhm?

- I'm tired.

- Ah, Mommy's little helper's tired, eh?

Why don't you go upstairs and lie down then, Cathy?

- Why don't you want to see anymore?

- Cathy?

Cathy, where are you?

Cathy?

Cathy.

Answer me, Cathy.

Are you there?

Cathy, answer me!

Cathy!

Cathy.

You could have answered me, you know.

What's that filthy rag?

Look at those hands.

Go wash them

before the Burton children get here.

And get rid of that disgusting thing.

We'll have to oil this

otherwise someone might get locked in there.

I'm so pleased to see

Cathy will have some new friends to play with.

- Your home is perfectly charming.

- I should warn you.

Agatha has an absolute passion

for anything having to do with the past.

- You know, Vivian,

if you listen to Margaret long enough,

she'll convince you

that I'm not exactly normal.

- Oh, you know I would never

say anything like that.

But Agatha is the only person I know,

who can make inanimate objects talk.

- Make inanimate objects talk?

What do you mean?

- It's actually quite simple.

Every object, animate or inanimate,

has its own story.

Its own history, in fact.

Now, when a medium is present--

- Agatha is a medium.

- Yes, it's true.

That's why I'm so attracted to old things.

They have experienced so much.

They tell me so much.

Take for example,

that photograph over there.

- It's a picture of my husband's father.

I never met him, but this was his house.

- Let's play another game.

How about Accident?

Okay, you'll be the little girl,

and your father's taking you for a ride, okay?

Okay, you be her Daddy,

and it's real late,

and you're driving really fast.

_ Qkay- _ Qkay-

- Okay, you'll be the ambulance driver

but you're still in the garage.

_ Qkay-

- Repeat after me.

Are we gonna look for Mommy?

- Are we gonna look for Mommy?

- Don't talk to me about your mommy!

- All women are bitches, repeat.

- All women are bitches.

- Watch out Daddy, there's a rabbit!

No, Daddy, no!

- She's gone, Daddy.

I'm all alone.

No, he isn't in his room.

Shut up, do you hear me?

Your mother's gone.

Open the door, Daddy!

Daddy, open the door, help!

Daddy, open the door!

Daddy!

Open the door!

Daddy, the flames!

Daddy!

- Your eyes hurt, don't they...

Well it's perfectly natural.

You've been burnt in a fire.

Just wait a minute,

and I'll make it stop hurting.

- l\/lOmmy!

Mommy!

Mommy!

- What's going on here?

Cathy!

Answer me, answer me!

- Geraldine, Geraldine, oh...

- We have to leave, Mommy, right now.

- Good lord, what an afternoon!

I'm sorry, excuse me, but

I think the faster we leave,

the better it will be for all of us, eh?

Anyway, thanks for the coffee.

- I have a feeling the children

have got themselves into a situation

they just couldn't handle.

I hope this demonstration of mine

hasn't upset you.

It's very strange though,

I usually have a much harder time

getting through.

But that photo...

Well, never mind,

I must be going now.

It's been very nice meeting you, Vivian.

I hope I shall see you again, sometime soon.

Goodbye.

- Well, it's been quite an experience,

to say the least, Agatha.

Do drop by again,

the next time you're in the neighborhood.

Bye-bye for now.

Cathy!

Are you gonna tell me what went on here?

- There now, Sneaker.

What's the matter, eh?

Easy, easy now, just calm down.

You don't feel quite at home yet, eh?

Never mind, you will soon.

- You fool.

You scared me half to death.

- Shh...

What was that?

- It's only the dog.

Her first night here.

- Shh, listen!

- I'm telling you,

it's only the dog.

- Cathy, darling, what's wrong?

- I want my doll!

- What doll?

- The one in the bedroom on the floor.

Oh come on, oh my baby...

- For Christ's sake, shut up!

You stupid bitch.

To think that Paul recommended that mutt.

Told me that she was the pick of the litter.

- Shh, shh.

Now, um, be careful

not to disturb Cathy this morning.

She slept very poorly last night, okay?

- Very good, ma'am.

- Let her sleep as long as she wants.

- Very good.

- Catherine?

Good morning, honey.

Sit down.

Breakfast is ready.

It's nothing.

Don't worry about it, child.

There, it's all done.

- I'll fix you another bowl.

- No, I've just made one myself.

- Oh...

- Didn't my mommy tell you

that I hate being kissed?

- Hello, sweetheart!

Look who the wind blew in.

Feeling better this morning, little girl?

J1 Mary had a little lamb

J1 Little lamb

J1 Little lamb

J1 Mary had a little lamb

J1 Its fleece was white as snow

J1 Everywhere that Mary went

J1 Mary went

J1 Everywhere that Mary went, the

J1 Mary went

J1 Mary had a little lamb

J1 Little lamb

- Let me go!

- She's seen me.

Oh no!

She's seen me!

No! No!

" No!

- Okay, Mr. Gimble,

let's go over this again.

When were you first notified?

- At about 11215.

- And who told you about it?

- I told you already.

My daughter called me

on the construction site and said,

"Mommy wants you to come home right away."

- Can you give me an idea of how she sounded?

- Lieutenant?

- And then?

- It wasn't until I got to the back of the house,

that I realized where the screaming was coming from.

And I looked up at the window...

I saw her fall.

And the dog was

howling, and howling...

There at the window,

that damned window,

my poor baby.

I saw her there.

My baby!

- Hi, girl.

Hey, they tell me, you're always barking, hun,

for no reason, is that so, huh?

Hey, nice girl, huh, nice girl!

You there...

Come over here.

That's okay, thanks,

you can go back.

Well, Mr Gimble,

I'll be leaving now.

We've gotta wait for

the results of the autopsy.

By the way, do you...

Planning on leaving town

in the next few days?

- No, I'll be here.

- Well, that's good.

In case I have anything to report,

I'll know where to find you.

Goodbye now.

Well, little girl,

we're going to have to be

very careful not to disturb Mommy.

Don't be upset, Cathy.

Soon everything will be all right again.

Mommy will be all better.

Yes, darling, you'll see.

- You have to put some milk in the omelet.

- Oh, really, why?

- To make it lighter, of course.

- Very well, Madam,

your wish is my command.

- That's enough milk, Daddy.

- Let me see now,

where would the frying pan be?

- In the cupboard, right in front of you.

- I think that is called woman's intuition.

Now, I suppose you can also tell me,

where I can find the parsley?

Thank you, Vivian.

Cathy.

- I'm going to bring the tray up to Mommy.

- Isn't it a bit heavy for you?

- No, I think I can manage.

- I saw her at the window,

I swear to you, I saw her there!

She was afraid!

I don't know what's happening anymore,

I recognized her, I don't know!

- Vivian, please, please,

try and calm yourself.

There now...

Close your eyes, hm?

Cathy, you should go to bed.

You must be tired.

Hello, Dr. Clarke?

Please can you tell him it's urgent,

it's about Mrs. Gimble.

Cathy...

You haven't kissed your mother goodnight.

Yes, Doctor.

Yes, Doctor.

My wife's just had another attack.

She's very upset.

Yes.

- Mommy...

Poor Mommy.

I'm afraid.

- My little girl is getting too heavy to carry.

Try not to disturb Mommy.

She's feeling much better this morning,

and the doctor will be here

in about half an hour.

Off you go now.

I've got to leave.

I'll be back around lunchtime.

- Good morning, sweetheart.

What's the matter,

cat got your tongue, hm?

Cathy, you could at least answer me.

I get it.

I bet your father told you

not to talk to me,

because he wanted me to rest, right?

But I'm feeling much better now.

It was the accident

that upset me so.

Poor Mary.

Cathy?

Cathy, tell me something.

Were you in your room

when Mary was in there cleaning?

Answer me, Cathy.

Where you in there when...

Cathy, you're starting to make me angry!

I saw you, do you hear me?

I saw you there with Mary.

It's no use trying to hide.

I saw you there with my own two eyes.

Do you understand?

- I hate to feel so useless.

- Try not to worry.

In two or three days,

we'll have a better perspective

on the situation.

Things won't look nearly so bleak.

- Thank you.

- Goodbye.

- Honey, it's going to be

two or three days, before we have Mommy back with us.

My work is very time-consuming at the moment

and I won't be able to look after you

the way I'd like to.

So, I'm gonna have to ask Cousin Lydia

if you can spend a few days at her house.

- Daddy, I wanna stay with you.

I won't be any trouble.

I'll take care of everything.

I'll even make your breakfast,

but Daddy, please don't send me away.

- Cathy, darling, don't cry.

It's going to be hard for me, too.

Maybe there is another solution.

If Paul agrees to come over,

and you promise to act like a big girl,

how about that?

- Daddy, you'll see.

I'll make you proud of me.

- Here, you give it to her.

- No, you give it to her, Cathy.

- No, I don't like dogs.

- You don't like dogs?

Why on Earth not?

Sneaker!

Sneaker, come on.

Come on, Cathy.

See, she's a lovely dog.

- She's a female.

- So what?

Females are gentler than males.

Isn't that right, Sneaker?

She's a good dog.

Come on,

go ahead and pat her,

she won't hurt you.

- I don't want to.

- Go ahead.

Sneaker...

- There, you see,

she doesn't like me either.

- If that don't beat all.

- Paul, do you know when Daddy's coming home?

- He said it would be pretty late tonight.

He'll be visiting your Mom

when he comes from the office.

' Anyone home?

Vivian?

Excuse me...

- Who the hell are you?

- I'm looking for Mrs Gimble.

Hello, Cathy.

- Do you know her?

" No!

- Of course you do, Cathy.

I was here last week

with Mrs Burton.

" No!

- Well, I think we've had enough of you.

The little lady doesn't seem to like you,

that's for sure.

And what the little lady doesn't like,

I don't like either.

Now, get the hell out of here.

You old bitch!

- How dare you!

You can't speak to me like that.

- Good lord, the old cow's deaf.

Get out!

Take off!

Disappear!

- Old bitch!

- Old, old bitch!

- Fag whore!

- Fag whore.

- Fat, dried-up whore!

- Fat, dried-up old whore

I want to see Mrs Gimble.

- She's where she belongs.

In the nuthouse.

Why don't you join her over there?

- Yeah,

why don't you join her over there?

Can't you run faster than that, you old cow?

Ghastly old bitch.

You saw that, Cathy.

Cathy?

Cathy?

Here's mud in your eye, Cathy.

- Don't you like it, good old Paul?

- I've never seen anything like this.

If you've no objections,

I'd like to do an autopsy on her.

- Oh the bastard.

If I ever put my hands on him...

Poor Sneaker.

My poor old dog.

- Do you think she may have been poisoned?

She was my handyman's dog,

and he is convinced there's been

some kind of foul play.

- Well, I've never seen any type of poison

that can produce these kinds of lesions.

Never.

- You're not being a good girl, Cathy.

You haven't touched your breakfast.

Your father will be so annoyed.

Come on, now.

Try and eat something.

- Would you like a bit more salad, Madame?

Here.

The salad is delicious, isn't it?

Well now, are all your children

in school this year?

Studying hard?

Are they?

Well now, my daughter's a gem.

- What's that filthy rag you've got there?

Where on Earth did you find that?

Give it to me.

Give it to me, I want to burn it!

I want to put it in the incinerator,

now give it to me, Cathy!

- No, no, you can't!

- Give it to me, Cathy.

Give it to me, Cathy!

- Nyah. nya. nya, nyah, nyah!

- Give it to me, Cathy.

I want to burn it.

- Come and get it.

- Give it to me, Cathy.

Give me the filthy thing.

Give it to me, Cathy!

Give it to me!

Give it to me, Cathy!

Give it to me, Cathy!

- Nyeh, come and get it!

Nyah. nya. nya, nyah, nyah!

- Give me that!

- Take it!

- Hello, Vivian?

This is Agatha Courtney.

I'm sure you remember me.

I was at your house the other day,

with Margaret Burton.

I was the medium, remember?

I hope I didn't upset you the other day.

That's very kind of you to say so.

But the reason that I'm calling,

well, it's a little delicate

to talk about over the telephone.

Oh good, then I'll jump in a taxi,

and I'll be over in a few minutes.

I can assure you, it's very important.

Goodbye.

Vivian?

Vivian, where are you?

- Come on up, Agatha.

I'm upstairs.

- I'll be right there.

Vivian?

Are you there?

- Yes, up in the attic.

Just open the door,

right across from where you're standing.

- Vivian?

I'm here.

- It's perfectly clear to me

that you're here, Agatha.

- Where is your mother?

- I thought I already told you.

She's in the nuthouse.

You know, the looneybin,

the mad house.

That dirty bitch left us,

my father and me.

- Well, if it isn't the great medium herself.

Medium?

I'd say extra rare piece of shit!

- Go on, you filthy female cow,

make us laugh.

- I beg of you, leave this house

and never come back.

Never tell anyone what you've seen.

Or else...

- Let me go,

please, let me go,

I won't say anything.

Just let me go!

- No, Ms Courtney,

you will remain here.

Talk, tell us.

Explain what you've just seen.

Go on, you filthy female cow!

Make us laugh!

- No, no, no!

- ls it not good?

- Oh, yes.

I'm not hungry.

Gemge? ' Yes?

- I feel like calling Cathy.

- Why, she knows you're

coming home this afternoon.

You want to go now?

- Yes, I wanna go.

_ Qkay-

' GSOFQQ!

I can't find her anywhere.

- Wait, I think I know where she is.

Paul had a slight accident this morning.

She's probably at his house.

She must have forgotten the time.

I'll go and get her, sweetheart.

I'll be back in five minutes.

Don't catch cold.

- What's going on?

Is anyone there?

Answer me!

- Vivian...

Vivian, darling.

- Everything slammed in my face,

like a sign telling me

I wasn't wanted here.

Cathy?

Cathy darling...

George, we've gotta help her.

She's in danger here, I know it.

- Cathy!

Where were you?

- I was playing in the attic.

Is Mommy sick again?

- George, please believe me.

She needs our help.

- She's sleeping now, Doctor.

No, no, she's very calm.

Yes, I know I was a little shaky before, but...

Okay, I'll call you back tomorrow, and

let you know how she's doing.

- George?

- Yes, darling?

- I'm not getting any better, am I?

- Now, don't worry, darling.

The doctor says it's nothing.

It often happens to people

when they get very tired.

Those tranquilizers really knocked you out.

- And Cathy?

- She's sound asleep.

- I don't remember kissing her goodnight.

- That's understandable.

You fainted.

Come on now, you go to sleep.

- What is it?

What's the matter?

Blood.

One of them had tipped over.

There are six of them in here.

It was my father.

He used it as kind of tonic.

A sort of fortifier, I think.

He was always afraid,

afraid he'd run out.

- Okay, kids, let's go in the pavilion

and get warmed up.

- Mr Gimble, Mr Gimble!

Cathy's drowning in the pond, come!

- What?

How the hell did she get in there?

- I don't want to, Mommy!

- Shh...

- No, please, Daddy, I don't want to.

I don't want to.

Oh, I don't want to.

- Can you manage?

George!

She scratched me, George.

She scratched me on purpose!

She did it on purpose, I'm sure of it.

I'm sure of it, George.

She did it on purpose!

The look on her face!

That look!

- That's enough now, do you hear?

Stop it now!

Jesus Christ, will you look at her?

Just look at her.

Vivian?

Vivian, don't forget to take

your car to the garage for 10 o'clock.

- It's this house, George.

I don't know how to explain it.

But something's wrong.

George?

Since we've been here,

Cathy hardly doesn't talk anymore.

How do you explain that?

And me?

Why am I constantly upset and nervous?

And even you, George,

you seem to be pulling away from me

and avoiding me.

- Listen to me, Vivian.

I have been working at the construction site,

for 18 hours a day, and I am exhausted.

You know how important this project is to me.

Ijust can't stand any more of your hysterics.

As for this house,

it has four walls, and a roof,

like any other house.

And as for Cathy,

she talks to me.

Oh, Vivian, when are you going to understand

that you are imagining all this?

Creating your own hell,

and making all our lives unbearable.

Your screaming, your irrational fears,

and you blame me.

Even Cathy, our baby.

But I won't let you go that far again.

Do you hear me?

I just won't allow it!

- He thinks I'm crazy.

- Tell me, Paul,

can you look after Vivian and Cathy

for the rest of the day?

I don't know how to organize things around here.

We're having some problems with the building,

and I have to meet with some members of the board

who are coming in from the Coast.

I don't know when I'll get back.

- Of course, Mr Gimble.

I'll stay.

You don't have to worry about a thing.

You can count on me.

Not a drop.

- Okay, Paul, okay and thank you.

I'll go and see her, five minutes in her room.

- You're not eating?

- Why are you staring at me that way?

I'll go up and see how your mother is.

- You don't have to.

- What? - Mommy's asleep.

Don't bother going up to her room.

- I'll go, we never know.

- I know.

You wanna go up because you're an old man.

- So what?

- Old people like to see others die.

- Come on now, what are you telling me?

Your mother won't die.

- Paul?

Paul, I'll be late.

I don't think I'll be back before 1:00, 1:30.

Can you wait for me?

How's my wife feeling?

- She's sound asleep since you left.

- Okay, thank you,

see you later. - Bye.

- Get outta here.

Get outta here.

Don't you touch my daughter Cathy.

Cathy...

Cathy...

Don't look at me like that, please.

What have you done to my daughter?

Give me that filthy rag!

Cathy!

Give it to me, right away!

I have to...

Burn it.

Get outta here!

Get out!

- Don't worry, Mrs Gimble, it's me, Paul.

- Go away!

- Try and relax.

- I beg of you.

Leave my daughter alone!

Don't hurt her anymore.

Have pity on her, please?

Please?

Ugh, all that blood.

Give me that filthy rag, Cathy!

Give it to me!

Where did you find this rag?

No, Cathy.

It's not a doll anymore.

- What doll are you talking about, Mrs Gimble?

- Burn it,

it must be burned.

Burn it.

I beg of you.

Save her!

Save her...

' Cathy!

It's me, Paul, are you all right, Cathy?

- Peter?

I've got to go.

Call you later.

- Cathy...

Cathy!

- My name is Laura.

Paul!

Paul, open the door!

Cathy!

Vivian!

Vivian!

- Vivian! Vivian!

- Mommy?