All language subtitles for Little Girl In The Window - 2024

[thunder clapping]

[rain pattering]

- See you tomorrow, Dale!

[car rumbles, approaching]

- Hey. Excuse me?
[brakes squeal]

- Can I help you?
- I was gonna ask you

the same thing.
Would you, uh, like a ride home?

- I don't need a ride.
Thank you for offering,

but I'm just two blocks away.

[engine revs]

[exhales]
- Please go.

I don't need an escort home.
- You're very pretty.

You know that, Jennifer?

- How do you know my...?

[car rumbles away]

[ominous music]

[footsteps sloshing]

[threatening swell]

[exhales]

[ominous music intensifies]

[breathing heavily]

[keys jingling]

[screams]

[eerie ethereal music]

- And that was the last time
anyone saw

poor 17-year-old
Jennifer Lewis.

This week marks
the 10th anniversary

of Ms. Lewis's disappearance,

and the case has still
not been solved.

Although what you just witnessd
was a re-enactment

with professional actors,

the real Jennifer Lewis is
still a missing person

and anyone with any information
about her whereabouts,

please inform
the local authorities

or reach out to us here
at Unsolved Crimes.

- Hey, honey.

- Ah, 7:30 and you're
ready for bed, huh?

- Uh, yeah. I, uh, thought
I'd call it an early night.

- Or another extended day?

- Paul, please don't start.
I am not in the mood.

- Well...

maybe some Chinese
will cheer you up.

- Got wonton soup.

- I could go for some soup.

- So, what's the crime tonight?

Murder? Robbery? Home invasion?

- Abduction.
- Ooh, aliens.

- No, that's not funny!
[chuckles]

Did you know that 546,568 people

went missing last year?
And 54% of them are women.

- Well, I'm just glad
you're not one of them.

All we need to worry about now

is getting you out
of this depression.

- Just like that, huh?
[sighs]

Paul.

I lost my baby.

[disheartened music]

[scoffs]

[heavy sigh]

[sniffles]

- Our baby.

Hey, we're in this together,
remember?

For better or for worse.

Look, I'm here for you.

Always.

You're not alone.

- There's something
wrong with me.

- No.
Look, don't blame yourself.

You know, miscarriages happen.

[sighs]

It's no one's fault.

And we can try again.

And you heard the doctor,
whenever you're ready.

[sniffles]

Can we talk about
something else, please?

- Well, I ran into Joyce today.

- Oh yeah? Anyone get hurt?

How fast were you going?
[chuckles wryly]

- Now there's the brat
I married.

[chuckles]

- So, what did Joyce
have to say?

I bet she looked fantastic.

- Well, she wants you back
on her team.

Rumour has it they're opening up
a new design centre downtown

and she needs your eyes.

She said, "Iris has the best
in the business."

- Well, you can tell her
I'm still using them.

- Well, perhaps you could
put them to good use.

Here.

- Oh, wow! Old school.

- Old school and state
of the art.

One of the best.

Someone very skilled
deserves it.

- I was an amateur photographer.
- An amateur photographer

who now owns a professional
camera.

And where that leads
is up to you.

- Mm-hmm. Smile, jerk.

[snorting laugh]

[camera shutter snaps]
[Iris chuckles.]

[serene music]

[camera shutter snaps]

[camera shutter snaps]

[phone buzzes]

[sighs]

Okay, congratulations, Paul.

You got me out.

And it's snowing.

[indistinct chatter]

[camera shutter snaps]

[camera shutter snaps]

[mother]: Anna!

Anna?

Anna!

Has anybody seen my daughter?

[ominous music]

Oh, geez! Don't do that.

You know, you frightened me!

[phone ringing]

- Hi, Joyce.

Yes, Paul told me that--

No, I am not ready
to return yet.

Yes, I would love to be
in charge of my own team again

and you will be the first
to know when.

- No, I haven't thought
about it.

Yeah, I swear!

Right, something
architecturally striking.

Old but new. You got it.

Okay, Joyce.
Thanks for calling.

I can't believe it.

She really got me
thinking about it.

[engine turns over]

[gentle music]

[camera shutter snaps]

[camera shutter snaps]

[eerie music]

[camera shutter snaps]

[dog barks loudly]
[startled gasp]

- Junior, stop that!
[laughs]

[relieved exhale]

I am so sorry about that.

Junior's like that
with all strangers.

- No, that's my fault.

I was distracted by the house
next to yours.

- Oh, the Carnell house.
Yeah, it's something, isn't it?

You here to see Robert?
The owner.

- Uh, no. No,
I'm just admiring his house.

I'm an architect.

- He's probably home
if you wanna say hi.

- Oh, no.

No, it's getting late.
I really should be going.

- Okay, take care.

Why are you doing that, huh?

[door clicks open]

- Hey, honey!
How was your day?

- It was good.

We got the Madison account.
- Hmm.

- Ah, you're dressed.

- Been dressed all day.
- Yeah?

Are you going out?
- I've been out. Take a look.

- Ah.

Wait, did you take all these?
- Mm-hmm.

I talked to Joyce,
and she got me thinking

about the design centre.

- Oh. Someone's going
back to work?

- I told her
I would think about it.

- Okay. Well, thinking is good.

Honey, these...
these are incredible.

All right, I'm gonna wash up
before dinner.

- Hmm.

[water rushing]

[curious music]

Wait, is that a "he"?

- You say something?

- Come out here
and look at this.

Am I crazy or does this...

does that say "Help"?
- Huh.

I mean, third letter
looks like a J.

- No, it's a backwards L.

Somebody wrote this on
the inside of the glass.

- Babe, it's probably just
some kid playing around.

- Or a kid not playing around.

- Where is this house anyways?

- I can't remember.
I was just driving around.

It was maybe 20 minutes
from here?

I could probably find it again.

- Look, babe, I highly doubt

this is as sinister
as you think it is.

Watching countless hours
of true crime shows

can affect your sense
of paranoia.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

- Maybe you're right.

- Thank you.

Can we drop this?

- Sure, okay.

[♪]

[exhales nervously]

[mysterious music]

[ominous sting]

- Can I help you?
- Uh, no, I'm so sorry.

I, uh... I was just, um...

- Interested in my house?

- Well, yes, actually.

Uh, uh... the architecture.
I-I love the design.

- I see. You know, my neighbour
said a young, attractive woman

was checking out my place
yesterday.

That was you, I take it?

- Guilty as charged.

I'm sorry if I disturbed
your wife and your kids.

- No, no, that's okay.
I live alone.

I must have been out driving
when you came by.

Do you, uh, live around here,
Miss...?

- Uh, Peterson.

Juliet Peterson.
- Hmm.

- You must be Robert Carnell.

- Have we met?
- No.

No, your neighbour,
she's quite friendly.

[chuckles nervously]
- Yes, Mrs. Norris.

Hard to keep a secret
around her.

- Hmm.

- Speak of the devil!

- Oh, hey, you came back!

I was hoping you two would meet.

- Just leave those there,
Mrs. Norris.

I'll pick 'em up later.
- Oh, thank you, Robert.

Since she liked your house
so much,

you should show her
around inside.

- Oh, no.
- I would be delighted to,

but I'm actually headed out.

- Uh, I have to go as well.

Maybe some other time.

- Pleasure to meet you,
Ms. Peterson.

[ominous sting]
[startled gasp]

- What is it, dear?

- Uh...

- Is something wrong?

- N-No. I forgot that
I have a conference call

and... at noon.
I'm gonna be late.

I've gotta run.

[inhales and exhales deeply]

I saw her, Paul.

- Oh, my...
- I saw her in the window!

- Saw who?
- A little girl!

She may be nine,
no older than 10.

I-I mean I didn't get a great
look at her, but she was there.

- Wait, hold on. Did you go
back to that house?

What if someone saw you?
- Someone did see me.

And I met him. Robert Carnell.
- Oh, my...

- He told me that he lives
alone, unmarried.

- You gotta be kidding me
right now.

- So then, who is the girl
in the window?

- Oh... this can't be
happening right now.

- He lied to me, Paul.
He lied to me.

Why lie to a perfect stranger?

- Yeah, why lie
to a random woman

who's suspiciously taking photos
of your house?

Hmm. Let me think about that one
for a second.

- I mean, I wasn't giving off
creepy vibes like he was.

Or his overly friendly
neighbour.

I think she was trying
to hook us up.

- Okay. Well,
what did you guys talk about?

- Don't worry.

They don't know who I am.
I gave them a fake name.

- Okay, so you lied
to a perfect stranger.

- Go ahead.
Be the voice of reason.

But I know that I saw someone
in that house

that didn't wanna be there.

[ominous music]

Wait, that's her.
That's her!

- Dana Berman? Age eight.

- I think that's the girl I saw.

- Y-You think?
- I'm pretty sure that's her!

- Okay, you're pretty sure.

- I may have only seen her
for a moment,

but that could
definitely be her!

- Well, you're definitely not
going back to that house, so...

- No, I'm thinking about
contacting the police!

Or maybe Unsolved Crimes.
- Whoa, whoa.

- I don't think--
- Whoa, hey.

Let's just take a second
and think this through, honey.

Look, accusing someone of
a crime of this magnitude is...

is a serious accusation.

Now you have to be 100% certain

and right now,
I don't think you are.

- Okay.

So you want me to go back
and get proof.

- No, absolutely not.

- So...?

[annoyed exhale]

[♪]

[breathes deeply]

- Your NCIC report is
incomplete, Mrs. Wilson.

- Oh, which one is that?

They've had me running from one
department to another all day.

- The National Crime Information
Center's Missing Person File.

You didn't specify if this is
a non-family abduction,

family abduction, runaway child,
throwaway.

- Wait, throwaway?
- Or this is just a lost,

injured, or otherwise
missing child

who disappeared due
to unknown circumstances?

[stammers]: I don't know.

She could fall under
a few categories. I...

I didn't file
the original report.

I just found her photo online.

- Because you say you saw her
in a window outside of a home

at 104 Mulligan Street.
- No, 106 Mulligan Street.

- And are you sure
it was Dana Berman?

- I'm fairly certain. Um...

I only saw her briefly,
but I took a photo of the window

the day before and this was
scrawled across the glass.

[sighs]

- H-E-J-P?

- Well, I'm sure
that's a backwards L.

- And did you see or hear
anything else at this address

that struck you as suspicious?

- I mean, no, I had never
been to that part of town

before two days ago.
- And have you ever met

the owner of the home?
- Not before yesterday.

- And did Mr. Carnell
threaten you in any way?

- Uh... no.
No, I mean, he was...

friendly, but there was

definitely something off
about him.

And he specifically told me
that he lived alone,

so then how do you explain
that frightened girl

inside his house?
- But did you see her

being physically abused?
- Well, no.

Look, I have seen a lot
of those true crime shows

and I am well aware of
the horrible things

that happen in this world.

I mean, you must know better
than anyone, Detective Clark.

- My wife thinks I'm married
to my job more than her.

- My husband didn't want me
to even file this report.

But I'm sure that a professional
like yourself

would wanna follow up
on every single possible lead.

- Well...

Thank you for coming forward.

I'll be sure to look
into your story.

- Uh... hmm.

Soon, I hope.

- As soon as I can.

[sighs]

[grinder whirrs]

- Hey. I am so sorry.

The office today has been
absolutely crazy.

There's a major case happening
in Philadelphia

and Mr. Hemdale wants me to be
the lead trial lawyer.

So tomorrow,
I'm gonna have to...

- Sorry. Um...
what I meant to ask

was how did it go
with the police?

Did you file the report?
- Yes.

And I don't think that Detective
Clark could've cared any less.

I mean, he gave me
the complete brushoff.

And by the time the police
do anything

that little girl could be dead.

- Iris, I think you're slightly
overreacting here.

- And I think everyone
is underreacting.

Like, you care more
about your job than what--

- Thank you.
- Than what horrors

could be happening
inside that house!

- Look. I care, honey, okay?

But can we order first?
I gotta leave in 30 minutes.

- Oh, maybe you can eat
at a time like this,

but I certainly have
no appetite.

Please, go ahead.
Enjoy your meal.

I'll see you later. Maybe.

- Okay, what's that...?

[door chimes tinkling]
Great.

[sighing]: Please don't do
anything stupid, Iris.

[tense music]

[doorbell chimes]

- Yes?

- Good evening.
Detective Stefan Clark.

Are you the owner
of the residence?

- Yes.
- Mr. Robert Carnell?

- Yes, that's me.
Is there a problem, Detective?

- Just a few questions.

Do you mind if we step inside
for a minute?

- Do you have a warrant?

- Do I need one?

- I don't know. What is this
concerning if I may ask?

- Just responding to
a complaint from a person

who saw suspicious activity
coming from your house.

- My house? Are you referring

to that strange lady
with the camera? Juliet?

Juliet Peterson?
- Peterson?

- Yeah, I believe that's
what she called herself.

[exhales deeply]

- Do you live alone,
Mr. Carnell?

- Yes, I do.

- Because our witness claims
she saw a young girl

in the upstairs window
of your house.

- Ah, she could've spotted
Beatrice.

It's my cleaning woman.
Comes by once a week.

- Is Beatrice working
here today?

[scoffs]
- I'm afraid not.

[chuckles nervously]

Maybe she saw... just wait here.

[phone buzzing]

- Clark speaking.

- What? Her uncle?

Send me the address.
I'm heading there now.

- Perhaps she saw this
in the window.

My mother used to collect
these dolls

before she passed away
years ago.

- Thank you, Mr. Carnell.
Sorry for disturbing you.

Have a good evening.
- You too.

[exhales]

Glad I was able to put
your mind at ease.

[sinister music]

Someone has been very,
very naughty.

[door clicks open]

- Iris, are you here?

- Yes.

You're afraid I wouldn't be?

- Well, after that scene
you made this afternoon...

- Well, I thought about it.

But right after I left the café,
the police called.

They said they wanna
speak to me again

and to make myself available,
so I came back here.

So, maybe I'm not as crazy
as you thought, huh?

- I never said you were crazy.
- And yet, you're home early.

- Yeah, 'cause I'm concerned.
Is that a bad thing?

Plus, George insisted I get
ready for Philadelphia tomorrow.

- Oh, right, your trip.

[Iris's phone rings]

Yes?

I'm here with my husband, Paul.
- Hello, Detective.

- Well, we have good news.

We located Dana Berman.
The girl's safe and sound.

The girl was clear across town.
Her uncle had her.

Something to do with
a custody hearing.

Mr. Carnell had no involvement
whatsoever.

Now, Mrs. Wilson, are you aware

that filing a false report
is a criminal offence?

- T-That's not what I was--
- Look, Detective,

my wife might have made
a mistake,

but she's absolutely certain
that she saw what she--

- I did see a girl
in that house!

- Mr. Carnell has a collection
of plastic dolls in his house.

- I know the difference
between a girl and a doll.

- You stated that you only

briefly saw her
in the upper window.

- Yes, but a doll can't write
help on a dirty window, can it?

- Look, I believe you think
you saw something,

but we ran a check on
Mr. Carnell. He's clean.

No record.

The man is an upstanding citizn
according to our files.

[sighs heavily]

- Um, hello, Detective.

Uh, thanks again
for letting us know.

Yeah, my wife just left.

Yeah, she's, um... she's going
through a lot right now.

Yeah, we recently lost our baby
about a month ago.

[sombre music]

So, um, yes, thank you again.

We're just glad that this case
had a happy ending.

Iris, do you wanna say goodbye
to Detective Clark?

- Goodbye.

- Good evening, Detective.

You know you're always
welcome to join me.

- Work for you, vacation for me?

- Something like that.

I do have my evenings off.

- I'll be fine while
you're away. It's okay.

- Look, I'll be gone
for two weeks,

and I don't like the idea of you
being here by yourself.

- I do.

[zipper whizzes]

- Look, I don't understand
why you're so upset

about the little girl.
She's fine.

- No, I'm happy about the girl.
This has nothing to do with her.

- Okay, then, what's wrong?

[Paul's phone buzzes]

[sighs]
Oh, my cab's here.

- You have a nice flight.

- Look, he can wait. I'm not
leaving until you talk to me.

- Paul....

this is a me thing.
Okay?

This is something I have
to figure out on my own.

So just... go.

Look, by the time you get back,
it'll all be better. Trust me?

- You know I do.
And I love you.

- You know when you mean it,
you don't have to say it.

- Can't you say it and mean it?

[door clunks]
[engine turns over]

[solemn music]

[ethereal music]

[doorbell chimes]

[door clicks open]

- What do you want?

- I'm sorry.
I didn't think anyone was home.

- So, were you planning
to break in?

- Actually, I came by
to apologize

for any inconvenience you would
have had with the police.

- So, you were the one
who contacted the authorities,

Ms. Peterson?

- Peterson isn't my real name.

- Nor Juliet?

- It's Iris.
- Huh.

Like the beautiful flower.

And some say it stands for hope,
wisdom, and trust.

- I like that. Thank you.

So, does that mean
no hard feelings?

- No, you just thought someone
was in danger

and were trying to do
the right thing. No?

Concerned bystander.
- Yes, exactly.

I wasn't aware about
your uh... dolls.

- Oh yes. Yeah.
As I told the detective,

my mother used to collect them.
- Hmm.

You know, I'd love to see

the one I thought was
a little girl.

[scoffs]
- Yeah, no problem.

Would you like to come inside
for a minute?

- Well, I don't wanna
make you late for work.

- Well, the nice thing about
driving for a living is

I get to make my own hours.

[chuckles nervously]
I see you still have

your doubts about me.
That's okay.

I'll go get it and bring it out
to you. One sec.

- Uh, Mr. Carnell, that's okay!
I'll see it some other time.

[suspenseful music]

Mr. Carnell?

[ominous sting]
[gasps]

- Quite lifelike, isn't she?

- Yes.

- You know, don't you?

- Excuse me?

[screaming]: No!

[sinister music]

[grunts]

[music intensifying]

[inhales deeply]

W-Where... where am I?

- Hi.
- Your new home.

- We're your welcoming
committee.

- It's freezing.
- Um...

gets a little warmer
during the summers.

- How long have you been here?

- We're currently being punished
for May's behaviour.

- It's not May's fault.
She was just trying to help.

- How many of you
are there here?

- Four now. Including you.

[concerning shrill]

[chain rattles]
- What? What?

- Don't bother, honey.
You're just gonna hurt yourself.

- Robert doesn't like it
when we bleed.

[scoffs]
He hates messes.

Cleanliness is next to god--
- Where is he?

- Out. He usually only chains
us up when he goes out.

- Or when someone's
been naughty!

- Shut...
- Like your daughter.

- ...up, Carol. Shut up.

- Daughter?

You have a daughter?

How old is she?

- She just turned eight
last week.

- She's currently in isolation
upstairs

where at least it's... warmer.

I have a feeling that you're
gonna have a hard time

learning the rules around here.

- I won't be staying
to learn any rules.

[chain rattling]

Wait... my purse.
Where's my purse?

Have either of you seen it?
It's, um, it's about this big.

It's... it's brown. It has
my phone, my wallet, and uh--

- Honey. He has it.

We are not allowed
access to phones

or anything else connected
to the outside world.

- Listen, if you can help me
get to my purse,

I can get us out of here.
I'm parked across the street.

- Not anymore.

[eerie ethereal music]

- Who are you?

How long have you been here for?

- I'm Carol.

Carol Daniels.

As for time...
I can't really say.

I met Robert about
11 winters ago.

- He grabbed me about
a year later.

My name is Jennifer.
Jennifer Lewis.

- Wait, Jennifer Lewis.

- Mm-hmm.

- I know that name.
- What?

- Unsolved Crimes did a report
about you

for their 10th anniversary
special.

Oh, my God, you're Jennifer
Lewis. You're alive!

- What?!
[exhales]

- You hear that, Jen?
You're famous.

[hands clapping]

- Were you pregnant when
he abducted you?

Wait that means that
Robert Carnell--

- Yep.

We're all one big happy
family around here.

And we take care of one another.

- Yeah.
When I heard you upstairs,

I tried to knock over this shelf
and make noise and scream.

I'm so sorry
you didn't get away.

- There's no use for
an apology. She's here.

Let's get used to it.

- Get used to it?
[scoffs]

Absolutely not.

I'm getting out of here.

We're all getting out of here.

- You're a fighter, huh?

Yeah, I used to...

[grunts]
I used to be a fighter, too.

- Me too.

[gentle chiming in distance]
[gasps]

- My cell.

That's my ringtone!

[chain rattles]

[ringing continues]

I can't get to the phone
right now,

but I'll get back to you
as soon as I can.

- Hey, honey. I, uh...
I've been texting you,

but I haven't got any responses.

I'm guessing you're out
or in a dead zone or something.

[chuckles]
Uh, anyways,

I just got into Philadelphia.
[hotel door beeps]

If you could uh, call me back,
it'd be very appreciated.

All right, love you.
Bye.

- Strawberry yogurt and chips.
- Ooh!

Ooh, pizza.

- Soda.

[scoffs]
[giggles]

[car approaching]
[gasping nervously]

- The master's home.

- Hi, Mrs. Norris.

[keys jingling]

- Have a good night!
- Night.

[sinister music]

[Iris]: So now what?

- Um, there's usually
a schedule.

One of us gets elected to,
uh, help prepare dinner.

- Depends on his appetite.

The good news is that whether

it's the kitchen or
the living room,

it's warm up there,
so that's a plus in my books.

- And it beats freezing.
Barely.

[door thuds shut]

[clears throat]

- What if you don't feel like...
cooking?

[breathes shakily]

- I guess you'll find out.

- "Going to bed.
I hope you're not still mad."

[scoffs]
This is good.

[sinister music continues]

- Unchain yourself.

Give the keys to Carol
and come upstairs.

I'll be waiting for you.

[exhales sharply]

- I would do what he wants.

Just do it.

- Good luck.

- You wanna take a bet
we never see her again?

[ominous beat]

[door creaks open]

- Iris.

Please join me.
Have a seat.

I prefer...
[evil sting]

...not having to repeat myself.

Sit.

- So, now what?

- Well, this unfortunately is
a necessary evil

until I know I can trust you,
Iris.

Until then, our relationship
is questionable.

- Relationship?
We don't have--

[shouting angrily]:
Oh, come on!

I know this may be moving fast,

but you can't deny what occurred
between us the other day.

I felt it. The attraction.

The vibe.

- Mr. Carnell,
I was not trying to--

- Of course you were!
- Hmm.

- You came to me.
Three times!

God...
[scoffs]

Maybe you're different
from the others.

I had to pursue them.

But you?

I've never been with someone
so forward.

See...

we need to be straightforward
with each other

if this is going to work.

- You're right, Robert.
[relieved sigh]

I'm not like those
other women downstairs.

- No.

- I have a job.

I have a husband, Paul.

- And how long have you and Paul
been having problems?

See, I used Face Unlock
while you were sleeping.

"Are you still mad?"

"I'm sorry."
"Don't mean to bug you."

- He's just worried about me.
- No! It's more than that!

[whimpers]
Hey...

you tell me the truth
or this ends now.

[tense music]

- I had a miscarriage.
I, uh...

it hasn't been easy
for either of us.

[music softens]

- Thank you, Iris.

You know most men don't know
what that kind of loss

is like to a mother?

Carol and Jen have both had

their share over the years.
Yeah.

[crying]
Look...

I can help you.

But you have to trust me.

I can't share you
with another man.

That's not how
this family works.

[sinister music resumes]

- Okay.

Let's try.
- Oh.

- Let's try to make it work.

- I was so hoping
you would say that.

[giggles]

- Tell Paul you're
finished with him.

[evil beat]

Call him.

"Just rip off the Band-Aid,"
as my mother used to say.

- No, it went straight
to voicemail.

- Good. Leave a message.

Just tell him that it's over,
you want to move on and...

it's best this way.

- Uh, Paul...
[sobbing quietly]

It's Iris.

I...

I've decided that since
we lost our little baby Dana,

I just can't live
like this anymore.

It's over between us.

I've moved on.

Goodbye.

Have a nice life.

- Good.

You had a rough day.

I'll let you get
a good night's rest.

[staircase creaking]

Everyone gets their own room
when they behave.

Of course, I have
to lock you in at night,

but... that goes for everyone.

Sleep well, Iris.

[door thuds shut]

[sobbing]

- No!

[sobbing]: No!

- Hey, honey. I, um...

I got your message.

Look, I am... I'm so, so sorry
about how we left things.

And um... look, I-I will fix
everything when I'm back, okay?

And call me as soon
as you can, okay?

We can fix this. I know it.

Just please believe me.

Okay.

[exhales sharply]

[shaky breathing]

[Iris]: Okay...

[steadying breaths]

[door creaks open]

Okay.

[screaming]
[gasps]

- No, don't hurt me, please!
I was only doing

what I was told.
- Oh, I'm so sorry!

I thought you were someone else.
I...

I was just trying
to surprise him.

- I-I came to get you
for breakfast.

- Oh.

So, you must be May.

You're the little girl
that I saw in the window.

- I'm sorry. I just thought
you might be able to help us

since Father doesn't let...

- Where is your dad now?

[ominous music]

[May]:
In the kitchen with Mama.

He usually oversees the meals
while they're being cooked.

[Iris]: And Carol?

- I think she's setting
the table.

That's usually my job,
but Father switched us

since you're here now.
A new guest.

And just so you know,

he really doesn't like
surprises.

- Well... hmm.

Just between you and me,

I'm full of them.

[chuckles softly]

My name is Iris,
and I came here to help.

- How can you help?

- Wouldn't you like
to go outside and play?

- No.

- Is that why you wrote
"Help" on the window?

- No. It was for Mama.

After my birthday last week,

she was in the master bedroom
with Daddy,

and I could hear her crying
through the wall.

I wasn't trying to be bad
'cause when I am,

he punishes Mama
and Aunt Carol.

[inhales shakily]
- Do any other people live here?

- Were there others before?

- We don't talk about them.
You should go down now.

[worrying music]

[doorknob clicks]

[music turns sinister]

[Robert]: Two scoops, Carol.
Thank you.

[footsteps approaching]

Perfect timing.

Please, Iris, join us.

Hope you have an appetite
this morning.

Jen made her specialty.

She's just in the kitchen
making me some coffee.

You a coffee drinker?

- On occasion.

- Well, if you're good,
you can have some.

Please, sit.

Did you sleep well?

- Does anyone sleep well
in this house?

- Carol, our new family member
asked a question.

You know the rules on how
we treat our family.

- I sleep like a baby.

- There you have it.

- You know, babies are up
all hours of the night, crying.

It's a strange expression.

- That kinda attitude
is not appreciated

in this household, Iris.

- Then perhaps I should leave.

[water splashes]
[gasps]

- I knew you were
gonna be trouble.

- Are you crazy?
What are you doing?

[grunting]

- I tried to use the carrot.
[grunts]

I guess you prefer the stick.

[choking]

[evil music]

[winces]
- Sorry. Just relax.

[exhales shakily]

- I don't think anything's
broken,

but you might have
some bruised ribs.

You got off easy.

- If that's easy, I don't
wanna know what hard is.

- No, you don't.

- Where are the others?

[loud rhythmic thumping]
- May is upstairs cleaning.

Carol is in the master
bedroom getting rewarded.

She can have him.
- Rewarded?

For ruining my escape.

- There is no way out.

- I don't get any of this.

[exhales sharply]

- If you obey, you'll be okay.

It's very simple.

- And none of this is okay.

Do you and Carol actually
like being slaves?

- No. Of course not.

But if I try anything,
he will punish my daughter.

If one disobeys, we all suffer

and I'm not gonna do anything
to jeopardize

May's safety, ever.

- Hmm.

But she broke the rules
to help you.

- May is eight years old.

She has never been outside
of this... house.

I have tried to educate her
through books

and behaviour to...
to try and adapt

to this... unnatural existence.

And she's getting older.

I was an early bloomer.

I hit puberty at nine.

Some girls get it
as early as eight

and the thought that...

that May...
that her whole life

when she matures with Robert
as her only male role model...

What he might do...

Mm. Mm-mm.

- What about Carol?

She's just accepted this?

- She fought him for a while.
Just like you.

But now I think she thinks
of him as... our provider.

- That's called
Stockholm syndrome.

It's a coping mechanism
for prisoners.

They develop positive emotions
for their abusers over time.

It's a very unhealthy
relationship.

All of this is.

- At least we're still alive.

- That's right, it's over.
We won.

Yeah, upon cross-examination
they admitted

that the key document
was falsified

and decided to change
their plea.

I'll put Jackson on it
to wrap up the final settlement

and I'll be on the first
flight home.

Thanks, George.

Um, no, I-I haven't
heard anything,

which is why I'm heading back.

Yeah, I'll be sure
to let you know.

All right, bye.

[ominous music]

[indistinct clattering]

- What are you looking for?

- Something to defend myself
with in case

Robert decides to... reward me.

[chain rattles]

[annoyed exhale]

- Can you tell me what that is?

- Let's see here.

This?
- Yeah.

- Oh. Oh.

[door creaks open]
[gasps]

Go, go, go. Hide, go now.

[sombre music]

[Iris]: Are you okay?

- Sure.
Robert gets rough sometimes,

but I can handle it.
[grunts]

- Why?

[inhales shakily]

- Because I'm his favourite.

[exhales painfully]

- Carol, can't you see
what he's doing to you?

To all of you.

It's a...
it's a form of brainwashing.

This is not normal.
It's sick.

- Save your breath, new girl.
You're giving me a headache.

[winces]
[footsteps approaching]

- I thought we had
an understanding.

- I'm understanding better now.

- Good, because I'm prepared

to give you another chance
in the kitchen.

We're having steak tonight.

- I hope you know how to cook.

[door clicks open]

- Iris?

I'm home!

[Iris]: Uh, Paul...
[sobbing quietly]

It's Iris.

I...

I've decided that since
we lost our little baby Dana,

I just can't live
like this anymore.

It's over between us.

I have moved on.

Goodbye.
Have a nice life.

[exhales]

[steak sizzles]

[Robert's phone buzzes]

- I like my meat rare,
so please, don't overcook it.

- Robert, is this a test?

The open door.

Giving me a frying pan.

- You need a pan to cook,

and this stove tends to make
the kitchen smoky

if it's not aired out.

But I really would not recommend
another escape attempt.

You wouldn't be the only one
to suffer next time.

[sinister music]

This house got quite lonely
before Carol and Jennifer.

A home this size really
needs a family.

And children.
Don't you think?

You see...

Jen can't have
any more children.

Her pregnancy was difficult.

We almost lost little May
during the delivery.

Carol luckily resuscitated her.

[inhales and exhales deeply]
And Carol, well...

she's had some miscarriages,
like you.

To be honest, I wasn't ready
for children back then,

so those miscarriages
were not unexpected.

I made sure of that.

But now she can't
have children either.

[sighs]

So, what about you, Iris?

Are you ready to try again?

[phone bloops]

- Someone is very popular
tonight.

- It's not my phone,
it's yours.

"We need to talk.
Where are you? I'm sorry."

Blah, blah, blah. What the hell
is wrong with this guy?

Why won't he leave us alone?

- We've been married
for six years.

We have to think of it
from his point of view.

He gets a message that
I'm leaving him.

He comes home to find me gone,
but all of my possessions,

all of my clothes are
still in the house?

Why would I leave
everything behind?

- You wanted a clean start.

- Would you buy that?

- Careful, you're
burning the steak!

[steak sizzling]

May, put away the dolls.

Make sure all the shades
are drawn

and come join me
in the kitchen.

Go join the others
in the basement.

Tell them dinner's
been cancelled.

[pan slams heavily on burner]
[gasps]

[Iris]:
It's over between us.

[muffled voice talking]

I have moved on. Goodbye.

Have a nice life.

- And you were surprised
that when you came home,

your wife wasn't there?

- Well, she didn't bring
anything with her.

Well, she left her clothes,
her photos. Her laptop.

- What about her car?

- Well, yeah, that's gone.

- Look.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson,

but I can't call this
a missing person's case.

It seems like
your wife left you.

And to be honest with you,

it happens to the best of us,
okay?

Luckily, mine came back
after a week.

- What about the voice?
- What voice?

- Here. It's hard to hear,

but if you listen carefully
between the pause

where she says, "It's over"
and "I've moved on."

- It's over between us.
[muffled voice]: I've moved on.

- There!
- Sounds like a man.

- Exactly!

Look, I think that he said,
"I moved on,"

and she repeated it.
- And what does that mean?

- It means that someone
told her what to say.

Listen to the tone of her voice.

She's... she's obviously upset.

- Isn't that to be expected?

- Yeah, but...
this is not an angry upset.

She's... she's scared,
she's nervous.

Look, I know my wife.

Look, I spoke to her friends,
I spoke to her family.

No one has seen her
in three days.

I've called, left messages,
texts. Nothing.

- She may just be avoiding you.

- There's something else.

Remember when she said,
"Our baby Dana"?

We never discussed naming
our baby Dana.

Why would she say that?
It's weird.

[exhales]

- Dana was the name
of the missing girl

your wife thought
she saw in the window.

- That's right. I think that
this is some type of clue.

I think she's trying
to tell me something.

[sombre music]

[stirring music]

[camera shutter snaps]

[camera shutter snaps]

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Nothing.

It's just an old camera I found.

I used to be an amateur
photographer.

- Give that back to me!

- Don't worry.
There's no film left in it.

Just the flash works.

- Get back to sleep.

Or I'll tell Robert tomorrow
that you kept us up all night

and then you will
really be sorry.

And I won't sleep in
this freezing cellar again.

[doorbell chimes]

- You looking for Mr. Carnell?

- Yes. It's official police
business. Is he home?

- Usually.

[door creaks open]

- Officer Clark?

- Detective.

- Detective, right.

I hope another little girl
hasn't gone missing.

- Do you remember the lady
who was taking photos

of your house last week?
- Yes. Miss...

uh... ah, it was
Miss something. Peters?

- Wilson, actually.
- Wilson.

- Mrs. Iris Wilson.
- Hmm.

- Did she come back here?

- No, I don't believe so.

If she did, I didn't see her.

- Say, you wouldn't mind
if I came inside,

took a look around,
would you?

- Sorry, I was just running
out the door.

You know? Work.

- Right.
- Yeah.

- That your Town Car?

- Uh-huh. Always on call.

Life of a driver.

- Well, if you happen to see
Mrs. Wilson, let me know.

Her husband's worried about her.

- Absolutely.

- Take care.

- You too, Detective.

[shivering]

[footsteps approaching]

- Everyone get moving!

Jen, unlock yourself and Iris.

I want you all quiet
as a mouse today.

Nobody speaks unless
I tell you to. Understand?

Jen, I want you and May
to make breakfast.

She's already in the kitchen.

And Iris, come join me
in the living room.

I figured out what to do
about that husband of yours.

- And...

what about me, Robbie?

- You can stay down here
until breakfast is ready.

Keys!

Let's go!

[grunts]
[chain rattles]

- Why didn't you tell him
about the camera?

- Because I'm hoping you try
and escape again

and next time
he really punishes you.

[phone wheel clicking]

- You sure, Joyce?
Not a word?

Since when?

Yeah. Yeah, me neither.
[phone buzzing]

[worrying music]

- Wait, I'm just getting
a call right now.

Yeah, I'll let you know.
Okay, thanks. Bye.

Hello?
- Is this Paul Wilson?

- Yes. Who is this?
- You don't know me,

but I have some information
about your wife.

Meet me at the Wallflower Café
on Riverside and Scott Street

at 1 if you wanna hear more.
Come alone.

- Wait, who the hell--
- No police.

[receiver clunks off]

[door creaks open]

Hi.

I just spoke to Paul

and set up a meeting
with him at 1.

- Will I be joining you?

- No.

It'll just be him and me.

[eerie music]

- How are you, honey?

I feel like I haven't
seen you in days.

How's your room upstairs?
Warm?

- I'm okay.

I had a nice talk
with the new lady.

She says it's not right
for Father

to keep us locked up in here
all the time.

- She's still learning
the rules, honey.

Never mind what she says,
okay?

- But she wants to help us,
Mama.

- May, listen to me.

She's going to get herself
killed and us with her

if we're not careful.
Okay?

We're gonna be okay.
We just have to look out

for each other
and obey the rules. Okay?

- Did you call me up here
just to tell me

about your meeting with Paul?

- I need you.

I need you to write
something down for me.

Sit down.

[envelope crinkles]

[sighing]: Okay.

[sighs]
I need you to write a letter.

Write down exactly
what I tell you to.

No deviations.

It's your personal
goodbye letter.

"Dear Paul..."

- I need you to understand,
baby.

Everything I do here,
I do to protect you.

I love you more
than life itself.

You know that, right?

And if anything ever
happened to you,

I don't know that I could
ever forgive myself.

- I'm okay.
I just want you to feel better.

You always look so sad.

- I know.

I'm... I'm trying to be happy.

I-I just...

I'm afraid.
- Of what?

- You would tell me if Robert,
if... if your father

ever hurt you or made you feel
uncomfortable in any way, ever.

- Yes, Mama.

[toast sizzling]

- Oh no.

- Good. "Goodbye forever."

Sign your name.

[sniffs]

- Is something on fire?

- All right. Come over here.

[grunts]

- What the hell do you two
think you're doing in here?

- So sorry. I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

It was... it was all my fault.
I wasn't paying attention--

[hand slaps harshly]
[dishes clatter]

- If nobody can cook anymore,
then nobody eats.

Get back in the basement now!

Go!
[trembling breaths]

And you clean up this mess.

- What did he do to you?

[sobbing]

- She forgot how to make toast.
So everyone starves.

Everyone, behave yourselves

or all privileges revoked
for a week!

Nobody will leave this basement!
You understand?

- What are you gonna say
to Paul?

- I'm not gonna say anything.

[dishes clatter]

[shouting]: May!
It's clean enough!

Up to your room! Now!

[door slams shut]

- Does he usually lock
May in her room?

- Usually.
- Always.

When he goes out.

Robert's not stupid, you know.

- No.

But everyone makes mistakes.

[thrilling music]

[engine turns over]

[breathing shakily]

[Carol]: There's no use.
You can't get out.

We can't leave!

- Has anyone ever really tried?

[engine turns over]

[evil music]

[Jennifer]:
What are you doing?

- I'm picking the lock.

You can learn a lot about
breaking and entering

from those true crime shows.
Ugh.

[lock clicks]
[gasps]

[gasps]
I got it!

- What?
- No.

No! No!
[grunts]

- We can't leave
without permission.

- You wanna bet? Come on!

[tense music]

[door chimes tinkling]

- It's... it's too dangerous!
[Iris]: Come on, Jennifer!

Please. This is our chance.

Think of your daughter!

- Yes, think about what
he's gonna do to her.

When he finds you upstairs,
he will kill her.

He is capable of that,
Jennifer.

- Shut up, Carol! Shut up!

Before I shut you up.
- Yeah, just try!

[trembling breaths]

- Please, Jennifer.
Come on!

We'll just...

we'll go get May and we'll find
a way out of this hell house.

- You're crazy!

You're crazy. 'Cause we...
we have it good here.

You will not mess this up
for me.

I won't let you!
Either of you!

- Carol, you have to remember

what life was like
before Robert.

You had a family, friends,
a boyfriend.

Remember?

Robert stole all of that
from you

and he made you a prisoner.

- Please, Carol.

He's tortured us for years.
[Carol]: No.

No, it's just a sign
of affection.

- It's not.

It's really not.

- Can you get us out
of this house?

- With the help of
your daughter, I think so.

- No.

[footsteps hurrying upstairs]

- You'll be sorry!

[eerie ethereal music]

[engine turns over]

[door chimes tinkling]

- Hello, Detective Clark?
It's Paul Wilson again.

I, um, received a call
regarding my wife earlier.

I couldn't recognize
the voice, so...

Yeah, but he asked me
to meet him at 1

and he didn't show up.

Yeah, the number was
unlisted so I...

Yeah. Yeah, I can meet you
right away.

Okay, yeah, I'll be there in 10.

[♪]

[Iris]:
May! May, where are you?

- In here.

[locks clicking]

What are you doing?

- Have you ever heard of
a man named Houdini?

- No.

- He was an escape artist

who specialized
in picking locks.

[relieved sigh]
Whoever said the pen

was mightier than the sword
was right!

Come on. Let's go get your mama.

Okay.

[tense music]

- What's happening, Mama?
- We're trying to leave, honey.

- But we need your help.

All of the doors in and out of
this house are double bolted.

That means I can't pick
those locks.

And all of the windows
are barred.

If I could get one of them
loose...

Maybe...

[grunting]

[clanging]
[gasps]

Okay.

- You see,
she can't get through

and I can't get through,
but we think that you can.

- But I can't leave you.
- May.

You can save all of us.

And then your mother will
never be beaten again.

- Look, if you do what she says,

we will all be safe,
forever.

And back together
in no time, okay?

You can do this, my sweet.
I know that you can.

We don't have much time, okay?
Hold on a minute.

- What is the neighbour's name?
What is the neighbour's name?

Norris.

You are going to take
this envelope.

You're gonna crawl through.

You are gonna go next door
to the neighbour.

You're gonna go to Mrs. Norris
and you're gonna tell her

to call the police.

And then you're gonna give her
this envelope.

You're gonna show her
these pictures

and then she'll believe you.
And when the police arrive,

you tell them where we are.
Okay?

Okay?
- But I can't go outside.

Father said.
- No, no, no, no. Look.

We don't have to listen to him
anymore, sweetheart.

Okay?
It's okay to be scared.

I'm scared, too.

But we are doing this together.
Okay?

Just run and don't look back.
That's it. Run.

- Mrs. Norris is really nice.
You'll see.

- I love you so much,
my brave girl.

You can do this.
You can do this. Okay?

Okay. Okay.
[breathes nervously]

[tense music]

- Hello.

[disorienting ethereal music]

[dog barks]

[Mrs. Norris]: Junior!

Junior? Down.

Leave the little girl alone.

Oh, my poor...

Where did you come from?

- I came for... I need help.
- Where are your parents?

Are you alone?

Come inside, I'll help you.

[ominous music]

[breathing shakily]
[grunting]

[chain rattles]

[chain breaks]
[screams]

- Hi. Um, I'm here to see
Detective Clark.

- He called you on your cell?!
- Yeah.

- Give it to me. Quick!

- Look, the call came from
an unlisted number

so I couldn't trace it.
- Yeah, you can't.

There's a government service
that works like star 69

for tracing phone calls.
Why didn't you call me

the second after he called you?!
- He told me

not to call the police.

- Of course he did. Hang on.
This'll take a minute.

- Okay, honey.
Junior's not gonna bother you.

Now, who are you and where
did you come from?

- Call the police.
- Are you looking to get home?

- I can't go home.
My mama needs help.

- Where's your mother?

- No, that's where
Mr. Carnell lives.

You must be confused.

Did you lose something?

- Pictures. I had pictures.

[annoyed exhale]

- Son of a bitch.
I know that address.

I was there this morning.
- Where?

- Robert Carnell's residence.

Where your wife said
she saw the girl. Dana!

- That's why she put her name
in the message.

She was trying to tell me
where she is.

- I'll get a search warrant.

We have to follow
police procedure.

- You do. Well, I don't.
- Hey, Mr. Wilson!

Wait! Damn it!

[breathes nervously]

[tense music]

- What are you looking for?
- The cord.

It's not here. He must
have taken it with him.

- He's back! He's back!
What do we do?

- Back into the basement
before he sees us.

- Hey! How did you two
get out of the basement?

- Can't keep a good girl down.

[grunts]
[gunshot]

Ah!

[panting]

[gasps]
- He's killing my mama!

- Calm down, honey. Stay here.
Let me see what's going on.

- Call the police.
He's gonna kill them.

- What's this?

[sinister music]

- Where were these taken?

- Oh, my goodness. Get in
the house while I call 911.

[gunshot]

[breathing shakily]

- Where's May?

[panting]

Last time I'm asking!
Where is she?!

- It's okay, May!
You can come out now!

Our game of hide and seek
is over!

[trembling breaths]

- Your daughter's dead
when I find her.

- Yes! Kill them!
[screaming]

Kill them both!
Kill them all!

[all grunting]

- Never harm any of us
ever again!

[all grunting]
- Not this time!

[grunting]
No!

Don't!

No!

- Iris!
- Stay back, Mr. Wilson!

Mr. Wilson, stay back!
Stay back!

- May? May?

Have you seen my daughter?
May!

[tense music]

[eerie ethereal music]

[inaudible]

[gentle piano music]

[laughing nervously]

- What took you so long?

[relieved exhale]

[chuckles]

[sniffling]

[♪]

[♪]

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