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(J' funk music)

(Bruno) Put it near the piano.

- The trunk too?
- (Bruno) Yes.

- Where is the piano, sir?
- (Bruno) To your right.

Just leave them there,
I'll take care of them later.

(Mover) Gee, this weighs a ton.
Must be books.

(Tony) Why don't you use the Dolly,
dummy?

Cos you grabbed it first, damn it.

Marco! Marco, where are you?

Oh, there you are.

Marco, that's my name.

Come along now.
Your lunch is ready.

Here I come, mama.

You've been hiding from mama.
Didn't you hear me call you?

- Mama?
- Yes, dear?

Is this my house?

Of course.
It's mine, therefore it's yours.

Are we gonna live here forever?

Who can tell?

Now, run along and eat your lunch.
It's already in the kitchen.

(Sighs)

(Bruno) Ah, there's that box
of silvennare.

Anything else in the Van?

(Mover) Nothing much, sir.
Tony is taking care of it.

- Here's some more.
- (Bruno) Oh, good.

No, put them there, please.

And take this one, too.
Put them in the corner by the steps there.

Yes, sir.

- What about this one?
- Yes, that one...

Hey, rubinstein,
why don't you play something?

(Mover) Er... there's still a big case
of stuff in the hall. Where do I put it?

(Bruno) Oh, that'll be the dishes.
Yeah... take them to the kitchen, will you?

- Be careful now.
- (Mover) Yes, sir. Don't worry.

(J' lullaby playing)

(Bruno) Marco?
Is that you down there in the cellar?

Yes, it's full of neat old furniture.

It is, eh?
Well, how do you like your new house?

Are we gonna live here forever?

Well, that's difficult.
For some time, anyway.

For the rest of our lives?

(Chuckling)

Thatdepends
on how much we like it.

Why are you so concerned?

Uh... only in case anyone asked me.

(Sighs)

- Thank you again. Goodbye.
- Thank you.

- Ma'am.
- Goodbye.

Let's roll, Tony.

Good luck, lady.

(J' suspenseful music)

(Breathes heavily)

- (Creaking)
- (Dora gasps)

What is this,
you're getting nervous already?

It's only me.

Seven years is a very long time,
you know.

Yes, I know. But for an instant,
I had a strange sensation...

Shh-shh-shh.
Dora, you're forgetting our pact.

(Marco) Bruno,
are you coming out or not?

I said I'd fix up a swing for him.

- Are you coming too?
- Oh, I have our dinner to fix.

You also promised me
not to ovennork yourself.

Look, you'll have a maid
at the end of the month.

Relax, don't worry.
Everything's gonna be alright.

- You coming?
- I'll join you in a little while.

Ok, good.

Oh, there you are. Good boy.

Well, the first thing we have to do
is find a strong branch.

- This one here.
- Yeah, it looks alright.

Oh, it's strong enough.

Is it? Well, you come on down
and I'll have a look.

Go on, now.

(Moaning)

Come on, let's put it up now.
Put it up.

- That there!
- This one?

- (Marco) Yes, that one there.
- (Bruno) Yeah, seems strong enough.

Do you like that?

Higher!

Hey, you've got it up already.

Go on, Marco up.
Up we go! Up, that's the boy!

Oh, mama, look at me.

Oooh!

- Now it's your mother's turn.
- Oh, yeah.

Yes, get on, mama.

Come on, Marco, push.

Oh, my god! I forgot the dinner!
I hope it's alright.

That's enough for now.
Come on, let's get there before it burns.

Hurry!

Now finish your apple.

- I'm full.
- Oh, just one more bite.

Eat up.

Now that we have a garden,
can I have a dog?

A police dog.
Or maybe a collie if it's not too big.

Can I have a dog
with long hair like mommy's?

Well, that's flattering.

Well, we'll see.
Come on, it's getting late.

Long past your bedtime, young man.
Go on.

- Oh...
- Do as you're told, dear.

But I'm on vacation.

Be a good boy now, Marco.
Off to bed, you're sleeping on your feet.

Oh, shucks! Ok, I'm going.

- Night.
- Night.

Mama, can I keep the light on?

Alright, but just for tonight.

(J' lullaby playing)

(Clanging)

(Footsteps approaching)

I could use that.
He's sleeping at last.

Good. It's not cut crystal.

Anyway...

- Cheers.
- To us.

Perfect.

(Sighing)

I'm sorry I was so nervous earlier.

I know it's a long time
since Carlo's suicide, but...

Coming back to this house
where we lived together

it's like reopening
a period of my life.

Anyway, I feel much better now.

With you at my side,
I feel sure that's all behind us now.

And Marco is going
to be very happy here.

Oh, you've been so good to him,
like a father.

- He's very fond of you.
- Mm.

- Maybe more of you than of me.
- Besides, it would have been silly

to have sold a house like this
so near the airport.

Why don't you give me a kiss?

Oh, dear.

Where are you going
on this trip?

Oh... New York.

We layover in Baltimore
of all places.

(Dora) You're always flying off
just when I need you.

(J' suspenseful music)

(Both moaning)

You're wonderful, Bruno.

(Moaning continues)

Pigs. Pigs. Pigs.

Pigs!

You can't catch me.

Oh, yes, I will.
I'm coming after you.

Watch out.

I'm the wicked witch of the forest. I'm
going to catch you if you don't watch out.

- And I will eat you up!
- (Marco) No!

(Both giggling)

(Dora) There, I caught you!

Help. Help, let me up.

(Grunting rhythmically)

What do you say
to our visiting the park, Marco?

Oh, yeah!

(Ghost) I'll take you with me
and no one will be able to save you.

(Queen) No you won't, you ugly ghost.

I'm a queen and my soldiers will arrest you
and lock you in the old tower.

(Ghost) Hahaha, no one can arrest me
because I'm a ghost, I'm invisible.

(Queen) But I can see you.

(Ghost) Because I want you to,
but only you can see me.

Now you must obey my orders and
come away with me to the land of darkness.

(Queen) No, no. Never!
I don't want to.

Oh, dear, help me. Somebody!

(Ghost) Come with me, and you and I
will reign in the kingdom of ghosts.

I will teach you black magic.

You will ride on the wings of a bat
and a black cat will scratch...

Let's go now,
this is where we came in.

- No, wait.
- Oh, but doesn't it scare you?

You won't be able to sleep tonight.
Mm-hmm.

Oh, boy, it's fantastic.

(J' piano music)

- Mama.
- What's the matter, dear?

Are you tired? Hungry?
Let's go home now.

- No, it's not that.
- Well, what is it, then?

Why doesn't my real daddy
ever come back to see me?

Look, Marco, you're old enough now
to understand, I think.

You know your father was a man
who liked to travel a great deal.

He loved airplanes, ships, sail boats,
and he loved to visit faraway places.

Well... one day he went on one
of his voyages and never came back.

Your daddy is dead, Marco.

What is death, mama?

Death is like going on a trip, darling,
only one doesn't come back.

One goes away forever.

But we will keep daddy alive
within us.

But why did he die, mama?

Why?
Oh, baby, it's hard to explain.

Death is part of live
and we must learn to accept it.

You'll understand some day.

- (Creaking)
- (Gasps)

What are you doing up
at this hour?

Mama, can I sleep with you tonight?
Please?

A big boy like you
and you still wanna sleep with your mama.

Please.

Alright.
Just for tonight though.

(J' suspenseful music)

(Wind howling)

(J' lullaby playing)

Oh!

- Uh-uh.
- What's the party for?

It's not a party.
Not in the sense you mean.

- Some friends are coming to visit.
- How come?

Just to get together again.
We haven't seen each other for a long time.

- I don't like them.
- You don't like them?

Marco, how can you say that
if you don't even know them?

What about Bruno?
When is he coming back?

Today.
I hope it will be a nice surprise for him.

The motors are off. Bruno!

Hi, Marco.

Bruno! Bruno!

- Well, big boy, how are you?
- I'm fine.

Have you been having fun
while I was away?

Been taking care
of your mother for me?

Yes, but now that you're here,
you've got to stay with me

and play with me more often.

Here, this is for you.

Oh, no, that's not it.
You can't fool me.

Alright, then.
If that's not your present, what is it?

I know. I know what it is.

Hi, darling. I missed you.

Where is it, Bruno? Where is it?

- Where's what?
- The dog.

Would you believe that?
Well, you're gonna have to wait for it.

They're sending it to you
from New York.

(Marco laughs)

Oh, boy, I'm getting a dog!
I'm getting a dog!

- There you are, Eva.
- Thanks.

- Are you alright?
- (Woman) Yes, dear.

Oh, if you want some others,
I have lots of them.

There they are, over there.
Right.

- Analisa.
- (Analisa) Oh, dora, darling.

- Will you have a drink?
- Thanks.

You're looking just wonderful.
Isn't she, paolo?

- She sure is.
- Thanks.

I was telling paolo I knew that sooner
or later you would be coming back to us.

(Paolo) We all missed you, dora.

Aldo. Want a drink?

Thanks.
You're always the same. Lovely.

Thanks.
You haven't changed either.

Thank you.

- Tell me, doctor.
- Huh?

What did you prescribe for dora
this time?

Where are you getting at?

You know very well she hasn't been
my patient for some years.

She's certainly recovered well.

Hardly looks like the type of woman
who would drive a man to suicide.

If you're trying to be funny,
I find it in bad taste.

Oh, for god's sake.
Where's you sense of humor?

I hardly think
it's a matter to joke about.

It was a great shock
to dora, you know?

She, er... certainly
should have expected it.

You know Carlo was half crazy.

And on the needle,
long before she married him.

See these marks here? Each of these
is a monkey that I killed with this.

And where did all these monkeys
come from?

- Oh, I don't know!
- Why don't we ask your father?

Bruno is not my father.
He's my mother's second husband.

- Are you bored, darling?
- No, I'm jealous.

- Oh?
- You're always leaving me.

(Tutting)

You could at least wait
till we're all going home.

He's right.

Let's get rid of them.

Mama.

I have to kill you.

Marco...

Marco!

- (Screams)
- (Clattering)

Oh... aw.

(Bruno) Dora!

- Dora.
- Are you alright?

- (Groaning)
- Easy now.

I'm alright.
The light was off and I tripped.

- Let me have a look.
- Oh, my god, she's bleeding.

Oh, it's nothing,
just a scratch. Oh!

- You better disinfect it.
- You've gotta be more careful with yourself.

There's alcohol in the bathroom.

Alright, I missed my shot.
Your turn.

I know you think planes fly themselves,

but you still have the instruments
to worry about.

And I can tell you, after eight
or ten hours in a cabin,

you might get damn tired
of keeping track of them.

Well, it's not half enough, Andrea.
Look how much we're responsible for.

(Bruno laughing) Now, there's a shot
that even I couldn't beat.

- Watch this.
- Dora?

Is something bothering you?

Are you asking me that
as a doctor or a friend?

I don't mean to sound professional...
It just bothers me to see you so upset.

Excuse me a moment.

(Clock ticking)

(Distant laughter)

(J' playing out of tune)

(J' eerie orchestral music)

Oh!

Coffee ready, darling? I'm late.

Oh, nothing seems to go right.
Look.

That's because you're still not relaxed.

I'm trying very hard, you know.

But after hearing Marco saying,
"mama, I must kill you" really upset me.

Calm down and stop punishing yourself.
We've been through all this last night.

A seven-year-old boy says a lot of things
he doesn't mean.

You're taking it all
far too seriously.

Well, it's the way he said it
and the tone he used.

There's nothing worse
for a marriage

than sending a husband off
without his coffee.

Oh, will you be coming home tonight?

- If I don't elope with a hostess.
- (Dora chuckles)

- Bye.
- Bye.

(Car door opening)

(Sighs)

(Gasps)

(J' lullaby playing)

Marco!
What were you doing in the cellar?

How did you get in?
It was locked.

No, mama, it was open.

(J' lullaby continues playing)

(J' piano music)

(Door creaking)

(Whimpering)

Marco?

Marco, are you down here?

(Whimpering continues)

(Panting)

Marco! What are you doing there?

Come away from there!

What's the matter with you?

Mama, it's freezing.

What's wrong, darling?
Are you ill?

I'm cold. I'm very cold.

Oh, poor darling.

God, your skin is like ice.

Take me away. I'm cold.

Yes, yes. Of course, dear.

It's alright, sweetheart.
Mama will take you upstairs to bed.

Marco, what is it? Oh, my god!

Don't worry.

Mama will take care of you.

God, what's wrong, baby?

Can't you talk?

I'll put you to bed right away.

Do you have a fever?

Marco...

(Marco shivering)

(Mumbling)

(Continues mumbling)

What did you say?

What is it, darling?

Can't you tell mama?

(Giggling)

- Marco!
- I fooled you.

Have you gone crazy?
Marco, stop!

You can't catch me!

(Sighs)

(Glass shattering)

(J' lullaby playing)

Giddy up, whoo-hoo!

Come on, mom, follow me.

We've got to get to the fort

before the Indians attack
and scalp the settlers!

Bang, bang! You're dead!

(Glass shattering)

Marco.

- (Screams)
- (Gasps)

Marco, stop it now! Marco!

Wait till I catch you.
Marco, you come back here.

(Screams)

(Panting)

(Screaming)

(J' lullaby playing)

(Heavy breathing)

Damn this house!

And damn you for stopping me
from selling it.

It's easy for you to be on the outside
and think it's all nonsense.

No. No, that's not what I meant.
What I was trying to say

is that things can sometimes
seem more serious than they are.

It's only natural I'm nervous
after all that's happened.

Yes, this I can understand.

Well, what is it you're getting at?

- I'm not getting at anything.
- Yes, you are! Out with it.

"You look rather tired, dearest.
Why don't you go see the doctor?

"Why don't you go to the sanatorium
and rest for a while?"

That's it! And you probably think
I'm imagining this pain.

Oh, dora, you're no cuckoo.

Nothing could be further
from my mind.

Look, your breakdown,
which heaven knows was understandable

and could have happened to anyone,
was a thing of the past.

You're perfectly well now.

And if you'd only give yourself
half a chance, you could be happy too.

- Does it still hurt?
- Yeah.

I should learn to watch
where to put my feet.

- Where's our photo?
- What?

It's just the frame.

Marco.

(Footsteps approaching)

You're not doing a very good job
at pretending to be asleep, young fella.

Come on now,
I know that you're awake.

Hi!

What are all these stories
your mom has been telling me, hm?

Why are you always hiding?

- Well, I... I can't tell you that now.
- Why not?

I promise to tell you
when the time comes, ok?

Ok, if it's a secret.

But you know you're upsetting her
with your little tricks.

Well, she's always getting mad
over nothing.

She doesn't think
the things you've done are nothing.

You're making her very nervous.

She's changed a lot
ever since we moved here.

She's not fun anymore.

Did you take that picture
off the table in the living room?

Which picture?

Never mind.

Now, get some sleep.
We'll talk about this tomorrow.

I'll leave the light on
in the hall.

Why? You don't have to.
You can put it out.

Aren't you supposed
to be afraid of the dark?

Not anymore.

Good boy. I'm proud of you.

- Good night.
- Night.

(Door closing)

(Bruno) According to him,
you're the one who's changed.

(Dora) Well, maybe I have.
But so has he.

I can't understand it.
He never lied before.

And he acts so strange.
He used to be such a happy child.

He's like another person.
Worries me.

(Bruno) You must try
to be more patient with him.

He's probably finding his surroundings
difficult to cope with.

For him it's a new house.

Yes, that's true. You're right.

But still, finding my undennear
torn to shreds...

That was sordid.

It was done out of mere spite.

(Chuckles)

I wouldn't like to accuse your son
of having a sex fetish.

(Continues chuckling)

They were probably torn
in the washing machine

and you didn't notice
when you put them away.

Mm, maybe you're right.

Just forget it.

You get yourself to bed, love.
I've got to finish my work report.

Bruno?
Why don't we leave this house?

Why?

(Snap)

(Breathing heavily)

(Scraping)

(Gasps)

(Panting)

(Squeaking)

(Panting)

(Screaming)

(Slashing)

(Continues screaming)

(Screaming)

Dora! What is it?

Bruno... Bruno, my god! My god!

Dora, you're alright.

I had a terrible nightmare.

Look, you've torn your nightgown.

(J' lullaby playing)

- Bye, darling.
- Bye.

What's wrong?

Nothing, I forgot my keys,
that's all.

(Dora) Well, you're taking a long time
to finish your breakfast this morning.

- Have a good trip, darling.
- Thanks.

(Dora) I'll see you about nine tonight?

Unless the plane crashes!

(Dora) Oh, Bruno, don't joke like that.
You know I hate it.

(Gasps)

(Panting)

Dora!

Dora, get a hold of yourself.

No harm's been done.

It's just the shutter strap
that is broke.

But it didn't fall on you
or on Marco.

- Let's leave this house! Please!
- Quiet.

Quiet!

- Let's go away from here, I beg you!
- Quiet, dora.

Oh, Bruno!

- Hey, Bruno?
- Oh, Franco.

I was waiting for you at flight control
but you walked right past me.

I must have been thinking
of something else, I guess.

Say, how's the new house?

Well, we've been having a few problems,
for dora mostly.

But it will work out.

But didn't you tell me that she lived there
before? She should be used to it.

Yeah, that's part of the trouble.

- (Crew) Hey, Franco, does this go aboard?
- Yeah.

Good morning, captain.

Morning, Olga.
Nice to have you with us again.

Thank you.

(J' piano music)

(Screaming)

- (Bruno) Hold it steady.
- (Franco) Yeah, I'm trying to, but I can't.

It doesn't respond.

Marco?

Marco!

Oh!

That was a freaky one.

- (Franco) Yeah, all the controls were frozen.
- Oh!

(Shivering)

- Mama!
- Oh, there you are.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing. I feel cold.

Where have you been, Marco?

When?

Your hair is all ruffled.
Before, when I called you.

Oh, then?
I was chasing after a dog.

Marco, why are you lying to me?

I'm not lying.

Mama...

(Sobbing)

(Dora) Alright, I believe you.

I'm sorry.

(Mailman) Anyone home?

- Signora baldini?
- (Dora) Yes?

(Mailman) I couldn't find your name
on the mail box.

- Did you just move in?
- (Dora) Yes. What is it?

Excuse me. I rang the bell
and no one answered.

- The gate was open.
- Oh, that's alright.

This is for you.

- For me?
- Yes.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

(Telephone ringing)

- Hello?
- (Bruno) 'Hello, dora?'

Bruno!

'I'm afraid I'll be stuck in London
for a while.'

why? What's happened?

They've grounded us,
they're checking something.

Oh, it's nothing to worry about. It's
just a... it's a stabilizer or something.

'How are you? Still upset?'

no, I feel alright now.

- 'Is Marco ok? Behaving himself?'
- Yes, he's fine.

Now, I don't know
how long I'm gonna be here.

Yeah, alright.

Don't forget to call, Bruno.

'I will as soon as I know.
Bye, Dean'

Marco!

Marco?

Did you write this, Marco?

What is it? I didn't write it.

- Don't you lie to me now.
- I'm not lying.

Yes, you are!

That's your handwriting,
you can't deny it.

Marco, why did you do it?

I didn't write it.
I promise you!

Why don't you believe me?

I didn't write it! I didn't!

(Telephone buzzing)

(Secretary) Dr. Spidini's office.
May I help you?

You'd like an appointment? When?

No, I'm afraid today is impossible.

Tomorrow?
Let me check his schedule.

No, in the morning
he does the clinic.

Tomorrow afternoon,
at 3:30 or 6:00.

Six then? Thank you, signora forte.
Goodbye.

See if you like this one, too.

Oh, thank you, Marco. Sit down.

Oh, what beautiful pictures.
Very good. Can I have them?

Yeah, you can keep them
because I can draw others.

- Thank you.
- Well now, Marco...

Come in, dora.

You come with me.

- Are you gonna make mommy draw, too?
- If she wants to.

- See you later.
- In a few minutes.

Sit down, dora, please.

I gave your son a very basic test.
It's quite simple.

Look at this drawing.

A beautiful tree.
Merry and laden with fruit.

I would say the child here
is without problems.

It's well proportioned,
the trunk it thick and solid,

and the branches graceful
and abundant.

The overall concept
is a positive one.

The first impression?

The child's behavior seems to be balanced
and quite mature for his age.

Hmm! Exactly the reverse of the way
he is at home. Believe me.

Now, we'll take the other one.

It represents his relationship
towards you.

The bed could indicate
the womb of security for him.

The figure of the boy,
which is represented with his back turned,

could mean
the child needs more affection.

Or he feels rejected.

(Dora) But I am affectionate
with him.

I... I already told you.

Unfortunately, I'm not a child phycologist.

But I do know you
and your problems very well.

Your past continual state
of anxiety and depression...

As a result of having to live
with that drug addict.

His suicide in the sea,
your six months in the sanatorium,

and your electric shock treatments

might very well have influenced
your behavior toward your son.

No. That period... is a complete void
inside of me.

My mind seems to have cast it out,
canceled it completely.

It's all vague.

Only now, in that house, in my house,
I'm starting to remember things.

I guess it's due to Marco's behavior.

But it's strange... it's as if
my own son is a go-between.

(Sighs)

Dora, ghosts are mere figments
of our imagination.

We ourselves create them
to justify our actions and behavior.

Try to understand:
If you can accept your past,

then you can face the future peacefully
with your husband and child.

Mm-hmm.

(Chiming)

(J' eerie orchestral music)

(Straining)

(Gasps)

(Grunting)

(J' piano playing)

Who's there?

(J' music stops)

(Panting)

- (Record player clicking)
- (Gasps)

(Gasps)

Oh, no.

(Sighs)

(Screams)

(Thudding)

(Heavy breathing)

(Marco) Mama!

Mama.

Mama.

Mama!

(Dora) Marco, where are you?
Why are you doing this?

(Chiming)

(Clanging)

(Gasps)

(Marco) Mama.

Marco? Marco!

Marco, are you down there?

Marco, answer me!

Marco!

Where are you?

Where are you? Stop hiding!

Marco!

Marco. You're driving me crazy!

- (Marco) Mama.
- (Gasps)

Where have you been?
Why didn't you answer me?

Why, mama?
Why did you kill papa?

(Carlo screaming)

(Gagging)

It was me!

I killed him.

- I did it!
- (Bruno) Dora. Dora!

Dora.

For the love of god, stop it.

It's not true.
You're not responsible.

It-it was me. It's horrible.

- Dora. Calm down!
- It was me. It's horrible.

It was me.

Carlo killed himself.

He never stopped telling you
he was a failure.

And once he started on the needle,
that was already the end of the line.

It was me. It was me.

It's a blessing
that now you're rid of him.

You were living
with a real monster.

You were only a victim.

He wants to drive me crazy.
He wants revenge.

This house...
Is filled with his presence.

I feel it.

He's the one who's pushing Marco,
making him haunt me...

Please, take me away from here.

- Please, please, please, please!
- Dora...

- Please, please.
- Calm down.

Please, please, please,
please, please!

No, I wanna go away! I can feel him
everywhere in this damned house.

He wants to kill me, too.

- I wanna go away...
- Quiet, darling.

(Dora) I'm afraid.

(Dora sobbing)

Come on, drink this.

Come on.

Drink it all, come on.
All of it.

All of it.

That drawing.

It's Carlo.

That's the proof.

Do you believe me now?
Please, help me. Please, please!

But, dora, it's just a child's drawing.

No, it's not.
And stop the stupid justifications.

I must be sure,
there's something I must know.

I must be sure
whether I killed him or not.

I can't continue living like this.
I can't stand it much longer.

I'll go out of my mind!

I'm afraid. I'm afraid!
I'm afraid of staying alone,

of hearing and seeing things.

I'm even afraid of my own son.

(Shivering)

(J' suspenseful music)

(Door creaking)

(J' lullaby playing)

(Panting)

Bruno?

(J' ominous orchestral music)

(Screams)

(Panting)

(Whispering) What did I...?
What did I...?

(Whirring)

Bruno.

(Whirring continues)

(Screams)

(Panting)

(Gasps)

(Hammering)

(Hammering continues)

(Hammering)

(Clanking)

(Hammering continues)

What are you doing?

Don't touch me.

I think you better go back to bed.

I know...

He's in there.

He's behind that wall.

Carlo is there, isn't he?

It was the...

It was the only way
of getting rid of his body.

You see, dora,
when I found you...

You had his blood on your hands.

I don't think you even realized
what you'd done.

You are the most precious thing
I have in the world, I had to protect you.

So, my first instinct
was to hide the body

and remove all traces
of what had happened.

I pushed Carlo's boat out to sea
so it should look like he'd an accident

or committed suicide.

Everyone knew he was depressed
and an addict,

and that together with your shock
and amnesia made it easy.

No one suspected a thing.

We only had to wait seven years
for him to be declared legally dead.

I did it to save you, darling,
because I loved you.

And I still do, more than ever.

You love me?
And you brought me to live here?

How could you have done such a thing
if you loved me?

But, dora, you ought to realize
what would have happened to us

if we'd sold the house at that time
and not come back.

- No...
- They'd have found Carlo's body.

All I wanna do is get rid
of any evidence against you

and then we can
leave this place forever.

What makes you think we can leave?
Do you think he'll allow us?

Dora, what are you talking about?

You still don't believe me.

How could you have let such terrible things
happen to me all this time?

But it's all over now.

You left me alone in this house.
Maybe you wanted me to go crazy.

Dora, I was never very far away.

He's here, among us.

I can feel his presence.

I saw him. This evening...

Dora, Carlo is dead!

- (Clanking)
- (Gasps)

He's back!
Don't touch him, let him be.

Don't touch him, leave him.
Don't touch him!

(Screaming) Dora, don't!

(Rat squeaking)

(Screaming)

(Scraping)

(Creaking)

(Heavy breathing)

(Whimpering)

(Screams)

(Marco sobbing)

(Gasps)

(Sobbing continues)

(Screams)

Mama!

(Screams)

Oh, god, help me!

(Door creaking)

Marco.

Oh, god!

(Scraping)

(Screams)

(Heavy breathing)

(Gagging)

(J' lullaby playing)

(Marco laughing)

Sit down, daddy!

Lemon or milk?

Now what game shall we play?