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[CLASSICAL MUSIC
PLAYING ON GRAMOPHONE]

Happy birthday.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

[TURNS OFF PLAYER]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Who is it?

FRANK: Mr. Jacobs?

Yes?

It's me.
Frank Hallet.

Hallet?

Trick or treat!

What?

Trick or treat?

It's Halloween,
young lady.

Why aren't you out
trick-or-treating?

Oh!

Somebody's birthday.

Whose? Yours?

Yes.

Well, happy birthday.

Thank you.

And besides your birthday,
tonight's also Halloween.

Can I tell my father
what you want?

My name's Frank Hallet.
Your father knows me.

My two kids'll be along
any minute.
They're trick-or-treating.

I'm just going along
to make sure

there aren't any
real goblins
hanging around.

Like dirty old men
who try to give pretty
little girls some candy.

Tell your father
you've got company.

You better shut the door,
or you'll let all the heat
out of the house.

I've seen you around,
but we've never met,
have we?

Hey, you just came over
from England, right?
Right.

And they don't celebrate
Halloween in England?

No.

Oh, it's a big day here when
all the kids get dressed up
in scary costumes and masks

and go around
to all the houses.

When you answer the door,
they shout,
"Trick or treat!"

And you're supposed
to act scared.

And if you don't
give them a treat,

they pull some
dirty trick on you.

You mean to tell me
no trick-or-treaters have
been by here tonight?

No.

There will be.
My two kids will be along
here any minute.

One's a green skeleton,
the other's
a Frankenstein monster.

What's considered
a treat?

Candy, popcorn, gum,
anything like that.

Would they like
a piece of cake?

But that's
your birthday cake.

You shouldn't cut it
just for them.

Bravo.

Where's your mother?

My mother's dead.

But your
father's here?

He smokes
French cigarettes,
right?

Am I right about
the French cigarettes?

Yeah.

Where is he? Upstairs?
Your father's upstairs?

No.
He's in his study,
working.

Oh, yes,
he's a poet.

My mother says
he's a poet.

And whatever
my mother says

automatically
ought to be true.

It wouldn't dare
not be.

My mother's
the real-estate lady

that leased this place
to you and your father.

That's great. The kids
are gonna love this.

Are my hands cold?

You're 13?
I counted 13 candles.

That's all I had.

You're 14?

I bet you write poetry, too.

I'd like to
read your poems
sometime.

Just you and your father
live here? Just you two?

Yeah.

And I'll bet this is
his favorite chair,
isn't it?

Yeah.

What've you got there?
What is that? A hamster?

[EXCLAIMS]
Let me see.

I just wanna see.

What's his name?

Come on,
he's gotta have a name.
Tell me his name.

Gordon.

Gordon?

He's cute.

Shouldn't you
tell your father
I'm here?

No, not when
he's working.

You're a very pretty girl,
you know that?

Pretty eyes.

Pretty hair.

Pretty girl like you,
and your birthday
and all.

No boyfriend?

Come on, I'll bet
you got a boyfriend.

I'll bet you got
lots of boyfriends,
a pretty girl like you.

That's okay.
It's all right, relax.

I get to spank you
on your birthday.
That's a custom here.

[CHUCKLING] Yes.

You get one spank
for every year,
and one to grow on.

See? You got off easy.

Now, don't get mad.
It's just a game.

It's just a silly
birthday game.
That's all.

You don't think
I was trying
to be fresh, do you?

Don't be silly.

I've got two kids
of my own, you know.

And they'll be along here
any minute.

Ah! Here they come now.

Well, I'm off.
Thank you for the treats.

No trick on you tonight.

Hello, boys.

Tell your father
I'm sorry I missed him.
Good night.

Hey, I've got
some treats for you.

Here we go.
One for you,
and one for you.

Come on, boys.
Let's go.

Happy birthday!

Come on, boys.
Let's go. Let's go.

Jacobs, Lester and
Jacobs, Rynn. That's me.

It's what you call
a joint account.

Sign here, please.

Have you got
your key?

Right here.

You can take it into
one of these booths.

Yes, I know. Thank you.

Sign your name
again, please.

She's only 13.

My father
has an account here.
Lester Jacobs.

[SOFTLY] All right.

Next, please.

Could I have that paper
with my signature
on it, please?

Thank you.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING
IN HEBREW ON GRAMOPHONE]

[GIRL REPEATING IN HEBREW]

[REPEATING IN HEBREW]

[TUTORIAL STOPS]

Crab apples.
No grapes this year.

How are you two
getting along out here?

Everything all right?

Yes, it's fine.

You do remember me?

I'm Cora Hallet.

Your father
leased this house
from me.

Yeah, I remember you.

Where'd this come from?

It's my father's.

This belongs here.

That table and braided rug
belong over there.

Poets aren't supposed
to live like
other people, is that it?

I keep forgetting to ask him
to autograph one for me.

"I love you."
Signed, "Father."

Nice and simple.

We don't see much
of you two in the village.

Not even at the market.

Well, the market
does deliver.

If one can afford it.

Do you want me to
give a message
to my father?

Such a shame
about those grapes.

Nobody bothered to spray.

I can give my father
any message.

I came for
the jelly glasses.

For as long
as I can remember,

the owners and I
have made jelly
out of those grapes.

The glasses
are in the cellar.

Your father's not home?

No, he isn't.

Oh, that's too bad.

I was having
a little gathering
at my house,

and I was hoping that...

Is he in the village?

No, he's in New York.

When I was outside,
I could have sworn
I heard voices.

Hebrew?

[CHUCKLES]

I should think French
would be more help.

Or Italian.

Lord knows there are
enough of them around
these days to speak it with.

You're sure you don't
want to give my father
a message?

So many outsiders
in the village these days.

From London.

Yeah.

I adore crosswords.

Well, you can
take it with you
if you like.

But your father's doing it.

I'm doing it.

And Hebrew.

My son's children tell me

you gave them
some birthday cake
the other night.

He came inside the house?

My son?

Yeah, he came inside.

Your father was here
that evening?

He was in his study.

When he's working,
he can't be disturbed.

Since that evening,
my son's been back?

No.

Not been
back at all?

No.

If my son should come back
and your father isn't here,

it might be better
if you didn't let him in.

Well, he didn't ask
my permission
the first time.

I hope you didn't
intend that
to sound so rude.

I'll tell my father
you said not to let
your son inside the door.

That won't be necessary.

Maybe I don't understand
what you want, Mrs. Hallet.

One thing I certainly
do not want
is to go on and on

about something
that doesn't matter
in the slightest.

I came for jelly glasses.
We'll get them now.

Your son says
I have pretty hair.

Did he tell you that?
Huh?

We'll get
the glasses now.

They're in the cellar.

We'll move this table
so I can get the rug up
and raise the trapdoor.

My father and I
like the table
where it is.

But the glasses
are in the cellar.

I'll get them for you later,
Mrs. Hallet.

Move the table.

This is my house.

You are an extraordinarily
rude little girl

who is going to do
exactly as I say.

Last week, you took
the only good grapes
we have,

and now the crab apples.

And you never asked
if you might.

And today
you just walk, bang,
into my house!

This is not your house.

My house!

Leased!

You're 13.

Why aren't you
in school?

Thirteen means
I have no rights?
Is that it?

Thirteen means
you should be in school.

Look at me
when I speak to you.

I study at home.

It so happens I'm a member
of the school board.

When we meet on Monday,
they'll be very interested
in your case.

Now, where's your father?

I told you,
he's in New York.

Exactly where
in New York?

He's having lunch
with his publisher.

I want the publisher's
telephone number.

I don't have it.

The publisher's name?

This one's London.

Your father will telephone me
the moment he comes back.
Is that understood?

This is my house.

[CAR ENGINE STARTING]

What are you doing here?

Saturday afternoon.
Why aren't you
at the game?

I've got to
do this report
on government,

and I need to know
when the school board
holds its meetings.

Well, would it help you
to visit one?

No.

Actually, all I really need
to know is when it meets.

Twice monthly.

Someone told me
it's meeting this Monday.

No, the board meets again
a week from Thursday.

These are the bylaws.

Now, if you need
any further help...

No, this is super.
Thank you.

But you shouldn't
be working now.

You should be
at the ball game.

The Wildcats
need all the help
they can get.

Whose class are you doing
the paper for?

Excuse me.
Maybe I can get there
by halftime.

You're a liar, Mrs. Hallet.
You're a liar.

Rynn, where are you going?

Back home.

Well, if you can
wait a second,
I can give you a lift.

No, really, I'm fine.

I was hoping
maybe you and I...

Some other time, then.

Could you give your mother
a message for me?

Tell her I have those
jelly glasses

and any time
she wants to come by,
they'll be there.

Well, I can come by
later myself, if you like.

I think it'd be better
if she came.

My father
wants to talk to her.

Yeah, I'll tell her.

Everything
all right, miss?

Fine, Officer.

I mean, he wasn't
bothering you, was he?

Mr. Hallet?

Your folks let you wander
around town by yourself?

I live with my father.

He lets me go into town
when I want.

What's your name?

Rynn Jacobs.

Do you have a name, Officer?

Sure, yeah. Sorry.
The name's Miglioriti.

[IN ITALIAN ACCENT]
Miglioriti.

Yeah. You got it.
But call me Ron.

Miglioriti.
It's a nice name.

It's Italian.
It's hard for most Americans.

And have the Miglioritis
been living in this town
a long time?

Hey, you sound like
you've been talking
to Mrs. Hallet.

According to her, if you were
not on the first sailing ship
that put in here,

you'll always be
an immigrant.

I guess we're the newest,
me and my father.

You've been here, what,
a couple of months?

Yeah, about that.

Like it? Is school okay?

Yeah, it's okay.

Yeah, being new isn't easy.

There's the lane.

Around here,
folks can be
a little cold at first.

[CHUCKLES] But when
you've been here longer,
they'll seem even colder.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

Thanks for the ride.

Maybe I could have a talk
with your father?

Why?

Nothing to worry
your head about.

I can't disturb him
when he's working.

Yeah, well,
let's see if he is.

Sorry. He's working.

He's translating
some Russian poetry.

When that door's locked,
I can't bother him.

I suspect the only reason
Mrs. Hallet lets us
into her village

is because
my father's a poet.

Mrs. Hallet loves poets.

That's one of his books
over there.

He wrote that?

Yeah.

You want him
to sign a copy for you?

Yeah, sure.
I never met a real poet.

I mean, look,
don't laugh at me,

but I can't believe
people like poetry.

I'm not talking
about that
birthday-card stuff,

but real poetry.

When it doesn't even rhyme.

I'm not laughing at you.

My father says
that most people

who say they like poetry
only pretend to like it.

You're honest.

He's your favorite poet?

No.

He's my father.
Emily Dickinson's
my favorite.

Emily Dickinson, yeah.

You know, it can be
pretty nice
here in the village

once you get
used to it, you know.

And just don't let
Mrs. Hallet hassle you.

Her son says
I'm a pretty girl.

Is that what he said?

What is he?
A pervert?

Well, I guess that means
little girls shouldn't
accept candy from him.

Not if they're
smart little girls.

Don't worry, I won't.
I'm glad
you came by, though.

Yeah, me, too.
I'm glad, but...

Do you like turkey?

Well, to tell you
the truth, no.

You know,
birds are reptiles,
from way back.

Biologically.

Yeah, well, then I guess
you don't wanna
buy a raffle ticket?

You mean,
if me and my father
buy a raffle ticket,

we might
win a turkey?

For Thanksgiving. Yeah.
A big 20-pounder.

A big turkey, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, all right.
We'll take two tickets.

Well...

$2. Look...

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

I really hate to do this,
you know, and...

It's all right.

Hold on. Here.

There's one for you,
and one for your father,

and we'll see which one
is the lucky one, okay?

All right.

Thank your father, too.

Sure.

See you around.

Bye-bye.

Hello?

I may come in?

I invited you,
Mrs. Hallet.

We had a meeting
of the school board
this morning

and I spoke to them
about you.

I must say,
when they heard
about your case,

they were very interested.

I was just about
to put a kettle on.

Would you
like some tea?

Very interested
in your case.

You don't want to hear
what they said?

As for tea, Darjeeling
or Earl Grey?

I came here prepared
to forget about yesterday,

but I must say
I don't care for your tone
any better today.

Well, then it's up to me
to apologize.

What I find
particularly surprising

is that
most boys and girls

who are educated in England
are so well-behaved.

What did you decide
for the tea?

Not a glass
of that thick, sweet wine

you people use
in your religious rituals?

Or aren't you old enough
to drink wine?

You told my son 14,
you told me 13.

Now, which is it to be?

Thirteen.

And brilliant.

As so many
of your people are.

Mrs. Hallet,
will you please accept
my apology

for what happened
yesterday?

I'm afraid
it isn't that simple.

You told my son your father
wished to speak to me?

I certainly wish
to speak to him.

Call him.

Well, he's translating
right now.

I couldn't disturb him,
even for
Officer Miglioriti.

Officer Miglioriti
works for people like me.

In case you're wondering,

I am waiting right here
until you do call your father.

You never answered
about the tea.

For the life of me,
I can't imagine
what made any of us

think you could
be happy here.

My father and I
love this house.

No, I think
we'll make other plans.

Our lease
is for three years.

Leases have been known
to be broken.

Unless, of course,
your father and I

could come
to some understanding.

And what would that be,
Mrs. Hallet?

There it is again,
that continual mocking tone.

And don't look at me
with those hurt eyes

and pretend
you've been misunderstood.

You and I both know
you say exactly
what you intend.

Here are your glasses,
Mrs. Hallet.

I'm being dismissed?

Call your father.
Right this minute.

Not when he's working.

You and I know perfectly well
he isn't there.

Go in that study, Mrs. Hallet,
and I tell my father
about your son.

My son?

About Halloween.
I haven't
told my father yet.

Told your father what?

What happened here.

Apparently,
everybody in the village
knows about your son.

Miglioriti. He's a liar.
He hates my son.

Did he tell you
he had an affair
with my son's wife

before they were married?

I even had to ask him
why the police
don't do anything about it.

Why should
they do anything?

When your son gives candy
to pretty little girls?

Your jelly glasses,
Mrs. Hallet.

You're gonna
get out of this house.

My house!

With or without
your father!

Sure, this is a lonely place.
Often I'm alone.

That doesn't worry me,
Mrs. Hallet.

If it worries you,

that's a problem
you'd better take up
with your son.

God damn you.

No seals.

Without rubber seals,
these glasses are worthless.

The seals are in the cellar.

And this time,
don't you dare tell me
to come back later.

Get out of my house!

I'm warning you,
Mrs. Hallet.

Get out of my house!

Mrs. Hallet,
I'm warning you!

[MRS. HALLET SCREAMING]

[THUDDING]

[CLOCK TICKING]

[HAMSTER WHEEL SQUEAKING]

[STUDENTS CHEERING]

[KEYS JINGLING]

[ENGINE STALLING]

[KNOCK ON GLASS]

Hi.

You been driving long?

How come
you're in this car?

How come
you're dressed up
like that?

Because I'm a magician.

And what's that?
Your magic wand?

It's my cane.
I'm a cripple.

I guess I should say
I'm sorry.

Why?
It's not your fault.

Saturday, when all
my brothers
are playing football,

I'm putting on
a magic show

for some rich kid's
birthday party.

Let's see you
do something magic.

Say, aren't you
too young to drive?

Well, my neighbor's
supposed to take it.

And my father's
really counting on it

being at the station
when he gets in.

You think you could take it?
I can pay you.

Say, you know
you got a chipped tooth?

How come I never
see you in school?

I don't go to school.

You sick or something?

No, school is stultifying.

Did you say
this was your father's car?

No. What I said was
that my father needs it
at the station.

It's hers.

Whose?

Old lady Hallet's.
It's a beauty.

Only 34,000 miles on it.

I ought to know.

My father has
a service station.
He works on it.

She's lending it to us.

No way.

Well, she's letting
my father.

She won't even let
her own creep son drive it.

Here's $5.

I'm already late
for my magic show.

You gonna come back
afterwards? Please?

Look, I need your help.

Maybe after
the magic show.

You promise?

Ma, the new trick
with the hand puppet
went over really big.

I'm still here
at the birthday party.

No, Ma,
they asked me, really.

They asked me
to stay for dinner, too.

Just hamburgers
and Cokes.

Come on, tell Tom
he can take her
to the movie for a change.

It's his turn anyway.

Look, I'll talk to you
later, okay? Good...

Uh-huh.

Yeah, yeah. Okay.
Yeah, yeah. Okay. Bye-bye.

You don't have
any brothers or sisters,
do you?

No.

That's something
I can't even imagine.

Hey, light the candles.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, that's
a pretty dress.

Thanks.

My father and I bought it
in Morocco.

Hey, they smoke
a lot of hash there.

They do
a lot of things there.

Did you ever
smoke hash?

Hundreds of times.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

No kidding?
Yeah.

You're a regular
hippie, huh?

[CHUCKLES]

No, not really.

Go ahead, sit down.
Want some wine?

Do you?

No, I hate it.

Me, too.

You know,
you're a pretty good cook.

Is that so surprising?

Well, I only meant
for being 13 and all.

How old do you have to be
before people start
treating you like a person?

Hey, Mario, thanks
about the car and stuff.

You know, you may be smart,
but you're stupid.

I mean, if you really wanted
to get her car away
from the front of the house,

why go to all the hassle
of taking it
down to the station?

You see, the trick in magic
is to do the one thing

so simple and so obvious
that no one
ever thinks of it.

Now, you see?

What's simpler
than putting the car back
where it came from?

Did anyone see you
take her car
back to her office?

Jesus. You think
I wanna get busted

for ripping off
old lady Hallet's
most prized possession?

You know, you don't even
trust me enough
to tell me why I did it.

You did it to help me.

Did you lock
her car doors?

You should've put them
through her office mailbox.

No, I shouldn't.
Let me tell you.

I'm sitting there
in her Bentley
in the dark, right,

in front
of her goddamn office,

trying not to let
anybody see me
and ask me what I'm doing.

I gotta be careful, right?

Now, I may not know
why Mrs. Hallet

didn't drive
her own car back.

But one thing I do know,

why would Mrs. Hallet
put her own keys

through her own
goddamn office mailbox?

She wouldn't.
She'd keep her keys.

They'd be
wherever she is.

I feel like some wine.

Now, this is pretty fancy.
It doesn't even unscrew.

It's got a cork
and everything.

Now, this is class.

You still
didn't tell me why.

How come she didn't drive
her own car back?

So what do you care?

Hey, I risked
my goddamn ass for you.

You didn't have to.

Look, you better tell me
what the hell is going on

because if I'd left
that car down at the station
like you said to,

everybody in the village
would have recognized it.

You don't trust anybody,
do you?

You want another
lamb chop?

Shouldn't we save it
for your father?

He's staying overnight
in New York.

You never said that.

Have you ever
stayed alone before?

Sure, hundreds of times.

Like all those times
you smoked hash?

Aren't you scared?

Of what?
Of being alone.

You know, last week on TV,

I saw this old woman
who was strangled
with a body stocking.

I mean, it can happen.

You know,
you got an outside light.

Leave it on
all the time, okay?

Thanks.

You know, with me,
you got an indoor light.

Hey, that's neat.

Well, Mr. Showbiz.
That's me.

You need
more of an audience.

I'd like you
to meet Gordon.
Gordon.

Isn't he cute?

Hey, hi, Gordon.
Get away.

You don't even trust me
with your rat.

It's a hamster.

It looks like a rat.

You look like a rat.

You got any pets?

No. Just my parents,
which I water
and feed regularly.

How nice.
Uh-oh.

I think we gotta
get Gordon
back to the cage.

I'll make a deal
with you.

If you tell me
about the car,

I'll tell you
why I'm crippled, okay?

No.

It was polio shots.

See, I have
so many brothers
and sisters

that my mother forgot
who did and who didn't.

Okay. Now I want to know
about the car. All of it.

We have some peach ice cream.
Would you like some?

No.

The car.
Her car?

Did you leave
any fingerprints?

Presto!
No fingerprints.

All right, you're so magic,
let's see you do a trick.

Let's see you do a trick.
I want a trick.

Hold on to my cane.
All right.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I shall now make
an automobile disappear.

You already did that.

Well, then behold.
I shall disappear.

Now, go hide your eyes
in the corner.

And don't peek.

Okay. You ready?
Now, don't peek.
Don't peek, Gordon.

Here we go.
One, two, three.

Ready or not, here I come.

Mario.

Hey, Mario.

Mario.

Give me that!

Well, Mary fucking Poppins.

Give me that!

Come and get it.

Give it! Mario.

Mario, I mean it!
Now, stop. Mario.

[SHUSHING]

Listen.

Somebody's out there.

Hey, it's a police car.

Don't worry.
It's my Uncle Ron.

Hi.
Hi. Come on in.

Would you like
a glass of wine?

Yeah, it's okay.
You're off duty.

Hey, so,
what's happening, Unc?

I mean, where's your
playmate of the week?

She's waiting outside
in the car.

You know, he likes
the ones who look
like they were

[MIMICKING AIR HISSING]

blown up
with a bicycle pump.

What? Are you gonna
bust us
for drinking here?

I won't have it!

You're just lucky
I don't
smell any grass.

You got any?
I'll buy a G.

No respect
for the law.

Respect?

You want respect?
He wants respect.

And he's using
his police car
to get all his action.

Just the two
of you, huh?

My father's sleeping.

You met her father?

Oh, yeah.
Nice guy.

He had dinner
with you, huh?

Hey, how many plates
do you see here?
I count two. One...

Yeah, okay, okay,
wise guy. All right.

He was tired,
so he went upstairs
to bed.

Candlelight, wine,
fireplace.

It's really very romantic.

Frank Hallet
called in twice.

He said
his mother's missing.

Well, she's probably out
house-pimping.

Mario don't like
the Hallets.

Me? I don't think
you like them
too much, either.

I remember the time
he tried to get
Hallet busted

for dragging
some little girl
into the bushes.

He couldn't
do it, though.

All Hallet's mother did
was married the creep off

to some cocktail waitress
with two kids.

That's enough.
To prove he was normal.

Don't be
such a smart-ass.

Anyway, her car's
in front of the office,
but no sign of her.

And Hallet said
he was coming over here

to pick up
some jelly glasses
or something like that?

Yeah, well, you see
they're still here,
waiting for her.

No one's touched them.

So she never
came by, huh?

No.

So you came
looking for her here?

I came here 'cause I thought
that Rynn might be alone.

Did you honestly think

that fink would be
waiting here
for you to catch him?

Look, if you don't want
your mom and dad
to know you were here,

don't be
such a smart-ass.

Who's a smart-ass?

Why don't you teach him
some manners?

If Mrs. Hallet comes by,
could you have her call
the police station, okay?

Fine.

Thanks for the wine.

Goodnight.

And don't do anything
I wouldn't do.

Wow, I mean,
that was scary,
wasn't it?

Yeah.
Wasn't it?

How'd you like
the way I made
your father disappear?

You lied.

You bet your ass.

What did you want me
to do, anyway?

Where do you think
you're going?

Just testing.

Like, you don't really
want me to go
or anything, do you?

Do you?

No.
You got feelings, huh?

I thought you were
a piece of cardboard.
Come. Come on.

[RYNN LAUGHING]

MARIO: Ow!

Are you crazy?

[SHUSHING]

He's back. Come on.
Go ahead,
answer the door.

Ready?
Yeah, okay.

Hello.

May I come in?

I think it's time
you and I
had a little talk,

don't you agree?

Are these
the famous jelly jars?

Hello!

Only two for dinner?

Your father
quit smoking, Rynn?

Give us a light, son.

It's cold in here.
Let's put some more wood
on the fire.

I'll get it.

Hello, Gordon.

Where's your father, Rynn?

Do you love Gordon?

Yes.

Yes, what?

Yes, I love Gordon.

And I think
Gordon loves you, too.

[GORDON SQUEAKING]

[SQUEAKING]

No!

What are you?
A maniac?

The son of a bitch bit me.

Get me some disinfectant.

It's upstairs,
in the medicine cabinet.

Now listen to me,
young lady.

I know
you're up to something.

And I want to know
where your father is.

What'll you tell me this time?
He's working? Or sleeping?

Did he have dinner here?

Did you have
dinner here, son?

Yeah.

Just you and pretty Rynn?

Yeah.

And where's he?
MARIO: Who?

Who are
we talking about?

Oh, her father's sleeping.

Upstairs?

Upstairs.

You were going to say
"In the study,"
weren't you?

No...
Don't lie to me, damn it.

You were gonna say
"In the study."

No. I wasn't.

Who is he?
I'm Mario Podesta.

I asked you.
Who is he?

He's Mario Podesta.

Oh, yes.

I think I've seen you
hobbling around
the village, haven't I?

My uncle's a cop.
Really?

He was just here.

Why was he here?

And he's coming back.

That's not
what I asked you.

Tell him.

Yes, tell me.

He said you called him
about your mother.

Said you might come out here
looking for her.

Why would
my dear mother be here?

Unless, of course,
she ran off with
the gentleman of the house...

Which has happened
one occasion.

She's not here.
No.

It's about
the jelly glasses.

The other day you said
you didn't
have any boyfriends.

RYNN: Yes.

Are you her boyfriend?

Yes.

You told me
no boyfriends.

She's very young.

Did she tell you
how old she was?

Thirteen.

Don't you know any girls
your own age?

Or do girls your age
like to dance?

The jelly glasses.

What about them?

You can
take them now.

Not now.

Perhaps, dear mother came by,
but you weren't home.

I was here all the time.

Didn't you go
to the football game?

I couldn't possibly
have missed her.

So you say
you've been here
all along?

RYNN: Yeah.

That's very strange.

You can take
the glasses now.

I'll put them in your car.
FRANK: Will you?

Yeah, I'll do it
right now.

No, you can't.
No car.

See, I walked here tonight,
as my dear wife
has the station wagon.

As for the Bentley,
dear mother has the keys.

What do you want,
Mr. Hallet?

What do you want, son?

What do you mean?

You want
what all boyfriends want,
isn't that, son?

You don't like girls?

Yes, I like girls.

You don't want Rynn?

Be a good little magician,
will you, son?
Disappear yourself.

Tell him to get
the hell out of here.

He's my friend.

But not your boyfriend.

FRANK: First,
I shall tell you
what I want.

I want to know
what's been happening
here in this house.

I want to know
what happened here today!

Nothing happened.

All day is a long time
for nothing to happen.

Just now,
the police were here.

Yes or no?
That happened,
didn't it?

The police were here.
Yes or no?

Officer Miglioriti came
to say you were
looking for your mother.

Go on.

There are
the jelly glasses.

Meaning what?

Meaning
she hasn't been here.

That doesn't
prove anything.

I guess I can't
help you, can I?

Do you want to help me?

Do you want to
help me, son?

Sure.

Then get your ass
the hell out of here
right now.

Hey, Rynn,
call the cops.

Be my guest.

What's the matter, gimp?

Got trouble
staying on your feet?

I didn't think he'd call.

Hit the road, wop.

We're both going.

No, just you
and your god damn cape.
Get out of here.

I'm a wop.
Wops carry knives, right?

Guinea? Dago? Wop?

[STUTTERING] Easy, son.
I take it back,
I take it all back.

What do they call
guys like you who
hang around little girls?

A pervert?

You know,
if I stick this
in your guts,

all the cops will do
is thank me.

I'm going.

I think you'd better
get the hell out of here.

Get out of here!

Call the cops.

No.

Little son of a bitch.

I'm not through with you.
That's for damn sure.

Is it hers?

Yes.

Come on.

Oh, boy.

That's trouble.

I mean, how did...

Why don't you take
the cookies in
where the tea will be?

Mario?

Rynn, how long has it been
for your mother?

October 17th.

I don't understand.
I mean, don't bodies...

Decompose?
Yeah.

Well, you can
put stuff on them.

So why don't you take
the tray in next to
the fire, all right?

Yeah.

How do you know
how to do that stuff?

Looked it up
in the library.

In London, we found out
my father was dying.

My mother had ran away
when I was three,

and he didn't want her
to get her red fingernails
into me ever again.

So we left England
without a word to anyone.

Well, it was
the end of summer
when I came here,

and I knew
this was the place.

But he said that I should
think it over for a week

to make sure I wanted
to spend the next
three years of my life here.

The rent's paid up
for the next three years.

So three more years
like this?

Almost all September,

he looked fine.

If the pain was terrible,
he never said anything.

And one Sunday evening,

we were sitting
in this room.

And he whispered to me
in a very soft voice that

I wasn't like anybody else
in the world.

That people
wouldn't understand me.

They'd order me around,
tell me what to do...

And try to make me
into the person
they wanted me to be.

Since I was only a kid,
I couldn't say anything.

I'd have to
stay alone,

keep out of trouble,
and make myself
very small in the world.

All alone?

We worked out
every detail.

We knew
it wouldn't be easy.

Here's a letter
from my father.

"Don't give in
and play their game."

"Fight them
any way you have to."

"Survive."
That's what he said.

Then he kissed me

and walked off
into the trees,
and down the lane.

In that room I found charts
of tide tables and waters,
in the sound and the ocean.

He'll never be found.

Did you cry a lot?

Depends on
what you mean by a lot.

No.
I guess not very much.

Do you believe
in God?

It'd be nice.

But you don't.

I don't know.

You know, it's all
so goddamn wild.
I mean...

There are so many problems.
How do you pay for stuff?

Traveler's checks.

Yeah, kids can
have them, too.

I keep them
in a safe deposit box
in the bank.

I have to make them last
for three years.

How did
your mother find you?

By lying
to my father's publisher.

She walked right in,
fingernails as red as ever.

My God!
The nerve of her.

She sat
right over there.

And smoked her
gold-tipped cigarettes.

Went on and on
about the pollution
in the Mediterranean

and how marvelous
it would be to stay here.

I hated myself
for doing it,

but I actually
acted happy to see her.

She asked me
for a drink.

But I lied and told her
we didn't have any.

I gave her some tea
with the same almond biscuits.

They're very good.

My father had given me
a small bottle
containing some white powder.

He said, if she should arrive,
I should put it in her tea.

It would calm her.
Make her less aggressive.

Well, it sure did.

But you didn't know
what it was?

No, not until after.

I looked it up,
based on its properties.

Potassium cyanide.

And that's what
you put in her tea?

Father meant what he said
about doing anything
you have to to survive.

How come
you're not drinking yours?

Mine's still too hot.
I didn't put in
any cold milk.

I can still see
her red nails
holding up that cup.

After a few sips,
she said that
the tea tasted of almonds.

[COUGHING]

"It's the almond cookies,"
I told her.
"They come from Fortnum's."

She loved that.

[SIGHING]

How long did it take?

Quite fast, actually.

You mean, like,
first you can't breathe?

Yeah. Apparently.

What's wrong with you?
You okay?

[CHUCKLES]

Yeah, now I'm okay.

Whew! I'm all right.

Listen.

It's just the wind.
It sounds like it's alive.

Look, about the telephone.

We better not
call each other from now on

because somebody
might be listening, okay?

Okay.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

Let's go.

I'm not gonna
play their game.

Would that
be so awful?

The game
is pretending,
you know.

It's like going through
the motions of living
without really living.

But what about school?

School is having people
tell you what life is

and never finding out
by yourself.

Yeah, but kids
have to go to school.

Why?

Okay, so your father
taught you.

Everybody doesn't have
a father like yours.

Everybody
can't be like you.

If I'd listened to them,
I'd be like them.

Damn! You keep
saying "them."

Like everyone's
out to get you.

Maybe they are.

Well, you gotta
trust somebody.

Mario!

Come on!

Mario?

Come on, Mario.

Mario!

[COUGHING]

You all right?

I've got a tub
waiting for you
upstairs.

[COUGHING]

[RINGING]

Hello?

Mr. Hallet?

Mr. Hallet,
I know this is you

because everybody else
is at the football game
this afternoon.

I think I should warn you
that the police
are watching our house

right this very minute,
Mr. Hallet.

I found a pair
of your father's pajamas.

It's a pretty good fit.

All right, come on.
You're shivering.
Sit down.

Who called?

No one.

Rynn, who called?

Well, whoever called
didn't leave their name.

Was it Hallet?

Yeah.

That creep.

You're like ice.
Come on.

Is that better?

It's dark already.

Mario...

If you want,
I can get into bed
with you.

Is that better?

Yeah.

Mario.

I know what
you're gonna ask.

Have you, ever?

Hundreds of times.

Do they expect you home
for dinner?

Would it be so terrible
if you didn't go? I mean...

If your parents
did find out about us?

Your Uncle Ron knows.

Look, Rynn,
they'd wanna know
all about you.

Every goddamn thing.

I'm not as good
at lying as you are.

Here, take this.
It's my father's.

Like your father said
in that letter,

"Since when
do they let kids
do what they want?"

[RAIN PATTERING]

Come back
after dinner?

I'll try.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Who is it?

Ron Miglioriti.

Hi. I'm just making
my Saturday night call.

Yeah, come on in.

You all right?

I'm fine.

How are you?

Fine, fine thanks.

Can I
get you anything?

No, no, no,
I can't stay, really.

Your pumped-up lady
waiting for you?

Sorry. It does make me
sound like a smart-ass,
doesn't it?

You're all alone?

My father's here.

Rynn...

I don't believe
what you've been telling
me about your father.

No?

No. Now you're gonna
tell me that he's in
there working, right?

He was
this afternoon,
translating.

Then he was,
and now he isn't.
That's it?

He's resting upstairs.

I've been here
three times.

Each time I've noticed
how good you are with words.

The way you speak.
You're very careful.

You're too goddamn careful.

You don't believe
he's upstairs, then?

No.

All right.

Father!

Father?

He should be down
in a minute.

Yeah, sure.

Look, I understand,

because I haven't been
telling you the truth
all the time.

Because my father
isn't a well man.

Maybe you don't understand
about poets.

Edgar Allan Poe
was a drug addict.

Dylan Thomas
drank himself to death.

Sylvia Plath
took her own life.

Rynn, we're talking
about your father.

Yeah, well...

Sometimes my father
goes into his room
and locks the door.

He keeps something
in a desk drawer.

I don't know what it is.

But I know that
when he locks that door...

He doesn't want me
to see the way he becomes.
You know?

That may sound stupid
but you don't know my father.

Yes, Rynn,
what is it?

Father, I'd like you
to meet
Officer Miglioriti.

You know, the one
I told you about.

Good evening, sir.
I'm sorry
to bother you.

No, it's quite all right,
quite all right.
I'm the one to apologize.

I confess
to being a bit tired.

So, how can my daughter
and I help you?

Well, no, no problem,
no problem.

Rynn, nip into my study
and get one of
my books, will you?

And a pen, please.

Rynn tells me
we've promised you
an autographed copy.

If you'd be good enough
to spell Miglioriti.

Ron will be okay.

Yes, Ron, okay.

"Dear Ron,
from Lester."

Well, it's really
been nice
to meet you, sir.

Yes, it's a pleasure.
Goodnight.

Goodnight, sir.
Goodnight, goodnight.

See you later, Rynn.

Goodnight.

I guess I owe you
an apology.

That's all right.
Don't worry about it.

Goodnight.

I hope you enjoy
the book.

Thanks.

You were great.
Your voice was so deep.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's this
damn cold.

[SIGHING]

How do you spell
"Miglioriti"?

How would I have known
if you hadn't come back?

I would have
come back anyway.

I hoped you would.

Remember?

You said
I don't trust anybody.

You know, we should
have told Uncle Ron
what he was interrupting.

A gentleman never tells.

Well, maybe in England
they don't, but here
they never shut up about it.

I'll bet half,
well, hell, most of
the football team,

that's all
they ever do,
is talk about it.

You know,
I won't tell anybody.

You know, we have to
trust each other.

Because most people
don't go through
as much as we have.

Not even in a whole,
entire lifetime.

No one will know
about us.

I never knew
how much I needed you.

Do you ever think maybe
I'm playing your game?

Because you want to?

No, because I love you.

[SNEEZING]

Thank you.

You're going to
catch my cold.

I don't care.

You know, when I told you
I didn't mind
being alone, I lied.

Don't ever leave. Okay?

[SHUSHING]

With all this snow,

it might be a good time
to see if you and your father
have had any visitors.

I love
detective stories.

Do you read
Agatha Christie?

You know, all her
murder mysteries

take place in
the most beautiful,
old English country houses.

See these?

Yeah, footprints.

They're mine
and my father's, I expect.

They're not
very clear.

Listen,
as long as you're here,

you wanna give me
a hand with this?

You know, I can't
figure you out at all.

You haven't even
asked me about Mario.

What about him?

He's in the hospital.
Pneumonia.

How bad?

Well, without
the antibiotics,
he would have died.

I've gotta see him.
I've gotta see him.

Can you go now?

You've seen him?

Yeah. He was delirious
and talking out loud.

About the two of you.

Yes?

Saying how much
he loves you.

[SOFTLY] Mario.

Mario?

Mario, I love you.

My father
worked it all out.

How I'd live.

What I'd do.

But it can't work.

It can't work
without you.

[SNIFFLING]

He was wrong.

[SOFTLY] No!

RYNN: Oh, Mario!

Anything for a trick.
You weren't sick at all.

Get out of here!

Trick or treat.

Mr. Hallet, if you leave
right now,
I won't say a word, okay?

Call the police. No?

Why don't
you call your father?

The least you could do
is offer me a cup of tea,
after I got all dressed up.

If anybody came by,

naturally, they'd assume
I was your little friend,
don't you think?

I even limped.

Officer Miglioriti's
gonna be coming by.

Officer Miglioriti
is at his stupid raffle.

It's awful dirty
down there in the cellar.

I had no idea
what I'd find.

Certainly not those
damn jelly jars.

I'll show you
what I did find,
if you're interested.

A hairpin.
Not yours, though. No.

You wouldn't wear pins
in that pretty hair.

It could've been down
there for years.

Oh, no, not this one.
It would have rusted.

Besides, it still smells
of the perfume

I gave my mother
for Christmas
last year.

One more thing.

A bright red
broken fingernail
wouldn't you say?

I wonder
who that belongs to.

Not my mother's
color at all.

No telling what the police,
with all their equipment,

could come up
with down there.

Or out in the garden.

At least I should thank you
for bringing the Bentley
back to the office, though.

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Had to call
a locksmith.

Any idea
where the keys might be?

Perhaps on that chain
around your pretty neck?

Where are you going?

You said
you wanted some tea.

FRANK: There are some
details still to be
worked out, of course.

Not to worry.

I'll enjoy figuring them
out on our long
winter nights together.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Officer Miglioriti.

RYNN: What?

Oh, really?
That's great.

No, not now.
I'll manage.

Okay. Thanks. Bye.

Rule number one,
no secrets.

I won the stupid
Thanksgiving turkey.

Congratulations.

And you told him
not to bring it by.
Very wise.

You know, there's no reason
you shouldn't go right on
living the way you have been.

Only now, of course,
we'll be friends,
you and I.

Just us two.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

We could become
very good friends.

I liked the way
you handled yourself
on the phone.

You are brilliant.

Very inventive
and resourceful.

Very cool
under fire.

You know
how to survive,
don't you?

[SOFTLY]
I thought I did.

What about Mario?

He's in the hospital.

He knows.
Everything.

Maybe he'll die.

The doctor says no.

It really doesn't
matter, you know.

He's an accomplice.

Mr. Hallet?

Yes, my dear?

Will you
tell your wife?

What?

Will you
tell your wife?

Well, suppose you let me
take care of that, okay?

The fire's catching.
It's nice and cozy now.

What are
we listening to?

Chopin.
Piano Concerto No.1.

Yes. It's lovely.

You want milk?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

Would you like
some sugar?

Just one, please.

I'll expect you
to remember that.

That's easy.
It's the same
as I take it.

Nothing like
a nice, hot cup of tea,
is there?

No.

Something wrong,
my dear?

No.

Then why aren't you
drinking your tea?

I'm waiting for you.
You're the guest.

You put
more milk in yours.

Did I?
Mmm-hmm.

Actually, that's the way
I prefer mine.

I prefer yours.

Look at me
when I talk to you.

I want yours.

It gives us
more a feeling of sharing,
don't you agree?

Ladies first.

No, wait.

Is it good?

Mmm-hmm.

Just right.

You know
why I switched cups,
don't you?

No.

Oh, now, think.

Some sort of test?

Uh-huh.

Just so you remember,
none of your little tricks.

[COUGHING]

Tea tastes like almonds.

Must be
the almond cookies.

Oh, yeah.

[MUSIC CRESCENDOS]

Excuse me.

[CONTINUES COUGHING]

You should see
the way the fire
lights up your hair.

All yellow and gold.

Such lovely hair.

[COUGHING]