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Okay...

Jackson came over to play...

Superheroes.

I was black power ranger.

He was Batman.

Jake, you okay in there, buddy?

I'm okay.

Can I ask you a question?

Okay, time to hit the sack.

An important question.

Here we go, big guy. C'mon.

- Can I wear bugs? - Bug pajamas are all the way downstairs.

But the fire trucks are here. They're okay for tonight?

- Bugs. - Fire trucks.

- Bugs. - Fire trucks.

- Bugs.

Okay, bugs.

Be right back.

Does it hurt to be dead?

- Animal.

- What'd I do now? - Can I tell him?

- If you wanna die. - Well, your beer-addled sperm still works.

- Lisa! - You impregnated my sister again.

- Bitch! - I thought you wanted me to.

- Why? Because I said, "don't"? - You're so afraid to say anything...

- The kid could have been born before he'd noticed. - You're not pregnant.

I feel "congratulations" is the more appropriate response.

You told her before you told me.

She's a witch! She took one look at me and guessed.

Say something.

Bummer.

Something else.

So she's six weeks pregnant,

which means the baby's due-- April, May-- June.

Gemini, that's cool. Einstein was a gemini.

So's that Scottish gal from garbage.

Will you go upstairs and help Jake with his pajamas, please?

If she's late, you're into cancer.

Lisa, I swear to god,

if you start with the Dionne Warwick stuff,

I'm gonna throw you out of the fuckin' window, all right?

So go upstairs, please, and help him with the pajamas.

- Thank you - Love you too, Tom.

Hey, this is great. I mean it.

I think it's about time we had another kid.

I was gonna bring it up myself one of these days.

- Really? - Absolutely.

This time, you gotta take some time off, babe.

Please. we can't afford that.

Yes, we can. I'm gonna hit the overtime again.

No. I do not want you to work those hours again.

You come home, your like in a trance. You're completely useless to me.

I'm gonna be fine, okay?

I'm just gonna tell Teddy to get somebody else for the thing.

- Oh god. Oh Tom. - What?

I'm sorry. I completely forgot.

- No wonder you're pissed off. - I'm not pissed off.

I just--

no, I'm not, I'm not-- I'm a grown man.

I shouldn't be screwing around with some shitty band anyway.

I gotta go change. Put on something cool.

I love you.

I'm a-- I'm a happy guy.

You know, I'm not gonna be a lineman forever, I promise you that.

What do you mean?

I clip wire all day. A monkey could do it.

Yeah, but they're gonna move you into the office soon,

before the end of the year, at least.

No, I meant when we first got together...

I said a lotta stuff about where I was gonna go,

and what I was gonna be,

I just wanted you to know that...

I wasn't givin' you some kinda line.

I meant it.

I didn't marry you because I thought you were gonna be famous.

I just liked the way your ass looked in jeans.

I never wanna be famous. I just...

I didn't expect to be so...

What?

I don't know...

Ordinary.

Shh-hh.

You know, I hope it's a girl.

I'm kinda sick of all these balls around the house,

except for yours, babe.

Hey, what are the odds of a reasonably educated

single man being at this thing? And I don't mean a G.E.D.

Maggie: Does it matter if he's on the boner pill?

Lisa: Hey, I wouldn't look a gift boner in the mouth.

- Tom: Nice, that's very nice, Lisa.

- Maggie: Hey, how've you been? - Man: Hey, Tom-Tom-Tommy,

- how you doin', huh? - You would not believe the day I had.

- Take this right here, I'll get another one. - Thanks.

- Harry. - Tom. Takin' care of the place for me?

Actually, we're drilling holes in all your floors. Hope you don't mind.

- Tom? You know my squaw, Sheila? - Hey, Sheila...

- Bobby, Vanessa... - Thanks for having me.

Drink up, drink up, take your medicine, deep into your body...

Tom, how're you likin' the neighborhood?

I grew up over in Bridgeport, in back of the yard,

so it's not like a foreign country.

Goddamn right, it's not a foreign country...

This is the best neighborhood in the city of Chicago.

That's 'cause we all look out for each other.

That is saying a lot as we approach the year of our Lord, 2000.

You runnin' for mayor?

Hey, did any of you guys see them crank dealers out by the park again?

What is Lenny doin' at this party?

Bobby, did you tell him you had a party?

Vanessa made me, all right? We invited everybody.

I could see if he heard the noise and wandered in,

but you actually invite this jack-off into your home...

Oh yeah, laugh it up. Laugh it up!

When you wake up dead with your throat cut,

don't come cryin' to me!

Not attracted to...

Not drunk enough for...

Whoa! Frightened by!

Oh!

Don't touch me. I'm fine.

Haven't you ever heard about people being operated on

when they're under hypnosis?

Yeah, but I don't believe in any of that.

People who said they were hypnotized weren't really.

They're just, you know, playing along.

- Yeah. - Really?

Then how could they have a scalpel stuck into their throat...

Without even bleeding or without even making a sound?

- Bullshit! - I never saw that happen.

- It's bullshit. - Can you learn another word?

Yeah , what about "narrow-minded"?

I saw a guy in my class get a two-inch needle

stuck into the thick of his arm by my instructor when he was under hypnosis.

- Horseshit. Is that better, honey? - You're making it up.

I saw a picture of it the next day. It left a mark.

You know, what I don't understand...

Is how a person who's spent most of her adult life in college...

Can believe all that superstitious crap.

- It isn't superstition! - Come on.

I'm practically a licensed hypnotherapist.

Oh, "practically licensed"?

Isn't that like saying, "I don't have a license"?

Ow! You're squeezin' my arm.

This may come as a surprise to you Tom,

just because you kicked around the same six blocks your whole life,

doesn't mean there isn't a whole larger world out there.

Doorways you haven't even opened.

Things you wouldn't even have the faintest understanding of.

Man: Doorways? Okay, okay. All right, "Kreskin," prove it.

- Hypnotize somebody. - Yeah, do me.

- No. - Why not?

- For one, you're hostile. - I'm not hostile...

Do I seem hostile to anybody?

- Uh, yeah.

Thanks for havin' us. It was a great party...

This is just gettin' good. Come on, Lisa...

- Hypnotize me. Come on! - No, you're drunk.

- I'm not drunk! - You're not supposed to mesmerize somebody

- who's been drinking. - "Mesmerize"?

No, stop.

Oh please, come on, I'm beggin' you. Educate the savages.

And it won't work with that kind of uncooperative attitude.

I swear to you, I'll follow every instruction to the letter.

Still won't work. Come on,

what's the worst that can happen?

Somebody turn out the lights.

All right, just relax, put your arm down...

Rest it comfortably.

Just lean back...

Just be very comfortable and relaxed.

Trust me. Okay?

Close your eyes.

Certainly, Lisa.

Lisa: Now, just listen for a moment.

Listen to the sounds of the room around you.

Now, I want you to pretend you're in a theater.

A movie theater.

You're the only one there.

It's one of those great old movie palaces.

And you look around...

It's a huge, empty theater.

You notice that the walls of the theater are painted in black.

The seats...

covered in black.

And in the whole pitch-black theater,

there's only one thing you can see,

and that's the white screen.

You notice there are letters on the screen...

Tall, thick, black letters. But they're out of focus,

So you begin to drift closer to them in your chair,

trying to read them.

And you're very comfortable now,

it's your favorite chair,

you're drifting closer and closer,

staring at the letters.

Very relaxed now, your legs are relaxed,

your arms are limp and heavy,

you're almost close enough to read the letters now.

They start to come into focus.

The letters spell "sleep."

Sleep...

What the hell was that?

- What? What? - Are you okay?

Vanessa: You were faking it. You had to be faking it.

That was the weirdest goddamn thing I've seen in my life!

Congratulations, Tom, you're one of the lucky eight percent.

You still have tears on your cheeks.

What the hell did she do to me? Christ, I'm thirsty.

Wait, what do you mean? What "eight percent"?

Lisa: There's only eight percent of the population...

That's like, highly hypnotizable.

I mean, almost anybody can go under a little,

but not way under. Not freaky under.

Like he did. How's your hand?

- What do you mean? - Dude, I stuck a safety pin in your hand,

and asked you to bleed on one side but not the other.

Which I can't believe you did.

Yeah, you were very cooperative.

It was a side of you I hadn't seen before.

- That happened? - Yeah. You said it didn't hurt.

Man: The hell with the pin. I wanna know more about...

- Joey Luca...?

- Who? - Joey Luca...

Is a kid who used to pound the shit out of you...

When you were 12. You told us all about it, you were cryin' and moanin',

- it was hysterical. - Shut up.

It was very moving, Tom.

Joey Luca? Jesus Christ, I haven't thought about him--

Hey,

can we go home? I feel kinda strange.

- Yeah. - Yeah, sure.

Close your eyes.

What's the matter?

Don't stop. Don't stop.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

- What? - Oh my god.

- What? - I'm seein' things.

What do you mean?

Whoa, no... No, wait wait.

I can't right now.

Then you were faking it extremely well.

Wait, stop stop stop. It's too weird.

Baby, that wasn't "weird,"

I could show you "weird."

I'm was...

It was like I was bein' attacked.

Thanks.

Sorry, I didn't--

I-I'll be right back.

What the fuck?

You can hear me, can't you?

Hey, Jake.

You're awake now, daddy.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess.

I just don't feel so good right now.

Don't be afraid of it, daddy.

- - What was it, then? An hallucination?

Yeah, yeah a bunch of 'em.

It's hard to explain. Like, all these thoughts kept coming.

Can you believe this? I got seven calls before lunch.

If it never happened before, it had to be the hypnosis.

Your brain was agitated or something.

I have this headache like you wouldn't believe. I was thirsty as hell.

Jake, I know you're not watchin' that monster tape again.

- Who was the woman? - I don't know. Maybe somebody I met once...

And I was just remembering her.

- She didn't look familiar, though. - Did you fuck her?

You gotta be kiddin' me.

No, I mean, was she someone you used to go out with?

You're jealous of my hallucination?

- Hmm, you are pregnant. - You should call Lisa.

She's the one who fucked up my brain in the first place.

Then she has to un-fuck it.

Ow! Fuck! Fuck...!

Don't swear so much.

Lisa: Hang on, hang on,

let me get my bearings here.

I have absolutely no caffeine in my system.

Okay. You're asking me if I gave you a post...

...post-hypnotic suggestion. I know what it's called.

Did you leave anything else behind...

When you were kickin' your clumsy-ass feet inside my brain?

- Nothing. - Tell the truth, Lisa.

Tom, please. This is insulting.

You know, I have done this before.

Okay, good. I was just makin' sure.

It was just a harmless one, anyway.

- What? - Did it actually work?

- What did you say? - I don't wanna tell you. You're grouchy.

Lisa, I swear to god!

I've always said you need to be more open-minded, right?

- Yeah? - Right.

So I just said that. After you wake up, your mind will be completely open,

like an open door. Open to receive everything around you

- or it works to that effect. - And what's that supposed to do?

Fuck if I know. I never said it before.

- Why, did something happen? - Jesus Christ!

Relax, okay? I opened a door, that's all.

You know, therapists do it all the time.

It releases repressed memories, latent abilities,

whatever you got back there.

In your case, it was probably old "Mannix" reruns.

I gotta get back to work.

Okay. Well, all righty, then.

No! No more calls for Lisa.

- - Hey, Lise, it's me. Call me when you wake up.

Is there any way you could possibly babysit for us on Friday night?

- 1 did. I told him.

What's your name? Okay.

...I'd ask grandma, but then I gotta hear about it for a month.

I've called everyone who could possibly do it,

and no one's free.

- Call Vanessa. - Huh?

I said call Vanessa and ask her about Debbie.

Anyway, call me back. Bye.

Debbie? That's the girl who babysits for them?

- Yep. - Ooh, great idea.

Pray she's free. How'd you know about Debbie?

Samantha told me.

Hey, Vanessa. Are you guys going out Friday night?

- Hi, I'm Debbie.

Kozak.

Tom Witzky.

- Hi, Debbie, I'm Maggie. - Hi.

Thanks for comin'.

Jake's asleep already and he hardly ever wakes up.

A band could play in his room and he wouldn't hear it,

so you shouldn't have any trouble with him at all.

His room's upstairs at the end of the hall,

kitchen's back there. Just help yourself if you want anything.

Here, have a seat.

This is the baby monitor...

It's on b in his room, so you should hear everything.

- Wanna watch a movie? - I got a book.

Well it shouldn't be any later than midnight, if that's all right with you.

- Perfect. - I'll just grab my coat and we're outta here.

Hello?

- Ready? - Yeah, just about.

- Okay. - Hey,

where'd you find that girl, Debbie?

Vanessa gave me her number.

Everybody uses her. It's cool.

Another headache?

- Too much caffeine. - Oh.

Okay, let's go.

Bye.

Don't get me wrong,

I think the Damon kid's doin' a great job and everything.

The other kid's got a decent arm, but...

High school football is about power.

- - It's about runnin' the Goddamn football.

It always has been. It was when I was in high school.

What did you play in high school?

Piano, mostly.

Oh, Jesus, sorry. You want some?

Anyway, Adam-- and I admit that I'm biased--

but my kid is havin' a hell of a season,

and it's like nobody even notices.

If they just give him the ball, he could break a thousand yards.

And that's in an eight game season. Jesus Christ.

Why don't you just lick 'em when they walk by?

Frank says the average guy carries around a hard-on

two and a half hours out of every day. Three and a half for him.

I wish you hadn't told me that. Now I gotta picture that.

One of these days, she's gonna find one of my .38's

and pop a cap in my ass.

He'll stick it in a bowl of soup if it's still warm.

- Go go!

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

If he goes over a thousand yards, we're talkin' major college scholarship.

- Here, come on. - No, thanks.

You know, the kid can write his own ticket.

And that's good for everybody, for the whole goddamn neighborhood.

He's gonna go a hell of a lot farther than I ever did.

Look at the quality of tail he's already gettin".

He passed me in that department when he was 14.

Come on! While we're young, huh?

Jake: You scared me.

- she's downstairs, I think.

I don't know. I haven't seen her yet.

Jake?

What's the matter?

- Something's wrong. - What?

- / have a secret to tell you.

Samantha says it's always dark where she is.

Who did you say?

Samantha.

You talk to Samantha?

Yeah.

When?

All the time.

- Where? - Here in my house.

That's not true.

Move!

Go on.

- That's cruel! It isn't true. - I don't tell lies.

Samantha was here? She was here in your house?

- You're hurting my arm. - Was she here?!

- Let go of me. - Come on, you're coming with me. Let's go.

- She's taking him away!

- Put me down! Put me down!

Tom!

Jake!

Jake!

Jake!

- What the hell? - She took him. She took him.

- What? - The fuckin' babysitter, she took him.

Oh my god!

He's-- he's not in there.

- Where are you going? - I don't know!

He's in there.

- Jake! - Daddy!

That's him!

Wait! Hey, where do you think you're going? Whoa!

All right, take it easy. Stop stop!

Take it easy. Give me my kid.

Tell me where she is!

You tell me where she is! You tell me where she is!

- Keep your hands off her! - Tell me where she is!!

Hey, hey! Everybody shut up!

- Are you okay? - That girl kidnapped our son.

- Is that your child? - You ask them about Samantha.

I'm askin' about that boy who sure as hell doesn't look like he belongs to you.

Woman: Wait, I can explain this.

I'm not talkin' to you. I'm talkin' to her.

- Is that boy your child? - No.

She was babysitting for us. We never used her before, but...

Do you know what you've done is a felony, young lady?

You can go to jail for this?

- Where were you taking him? - I wasn't taking him anywhere.

- Why'd you bring him to a train station? - I want to press charges.

She came here because of me. I work here. I'm her mother.

- Her mother? - When are you gonna ask them some questions?

- When are you gonna ask them about Samantha?! - Who?

Samantha is my oldest daughter. She ran away

- about six months ago. - She didn't run away.

She was kidnapped or something.

and the little boy said he saw her!

We haven't heard from her in a long time.

We filed a police report, there's this open investigation.

- Nobody wants to return any of our phone calls. - Jake said he talked to her.

He said he saw her all the time in his house.

He said Samantha is in their house. Is that her?!

- Is that the Samantha you know? - Stay away from him.

- You let go of me! - Will you just look at the picture?

This is ridiculous! Do you actually think?

Will you look at the picture, please?!

I have never seen her before in my life.

What about you?

No, sorry.

- Never seen her. - No no. No, they're lying.

- They're lying! - Debbie, come on.

You wanna file charges?

- Yes. - No.

What?!

C'mon, let's just forget about it.

Let's go home.

Are you nuts? What about the next people she babysits for?

- How could you do that? - It was her.

- Who? - Samantha. That girl in the picture.

She's the same girl I saw on our couch.

Anyway, why did you ask that girl Debbie

to babysit for us? Why her?

I couldn't find anybody else.

I was on the phone, and Jake said--

Jake, do you remember the other day

- when we were talking in the kitchen?

I was lookin' for a babysitter, remember?

And you said Samantha told you about Debbie.

- Do you remember that?

Mommy's askin' you a question, bud.

Maggie: Is Samantha someone who talks to you sometimes Jake?

Can you remember any of the things that...

Don't ask the boy any more questions.

- ... Talk to me.

What did you say?

Huh?

Jake, wh-what did you say just now?

Nothing.

That voice, let me hear that voice again.

- Come on, say it again. Do that again. - Tom.

Use that voice again. Come on, Jake, come on

- use the voice again. - Tom!

- Cmon, make the voice again. I know you can do it,

- come on! - Tom, don't do that!

- How do you make it come back like that? - Wait, it's alright!

It's all right. Come on Jake, I know you can do it.

- Okay. - What are you doing? I'm talking to him!

Hey, what's the matter with you?

What do you think?

I'm just tryin' to have a conversation with my kid.

Yeah, a perfectly normal everyday conversation for a five-year-old.

- "Don't be afraid of it." - Why the hell shouldn't 1?

No, that's what he told me.

This is where it happened. This is where I saw her.

- I was sitting right here. - You're different.

I reached up for the remote, I leaned back.

- And there she was.She was kind of like 18, right?

You feel different, you look different.

Longish, longish kind of hair

- I wish you could see yourself. - Is that what you saw?

- Maaai aggie, please! - God! I

Or maybe you don't see her?

Is it that you just hear her? Is that what it is?

You just hear her but you don't see her?

- Tom, stop it. You're freaking him out. - Because I've been sitting her

trying to figure out a way to make her come back.

- If I hang out here long enough, - I'm talking to you!

Maybe she'll come back, or you could talk to her.

Help me out, buddy. Please? Hey, come on!

- What's the problem here?! - Knock it off!!

I don't wanna talk about this

because it scares mommy.

- Turn it up, man. - What?

- Turn it up, louder. - All right.

Tom is looking especially together today.

Grunted a very pleasant greeting at me, actually.

Becoming sort of monosyllabic.

Nothin' wrong with that guy, nothin' at all.

Nothin' a little lithium couldn't cure...

I'm a jerk. I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

Harry: You live on the base, room and board's covered.

Then you got your service pay on top of that.

Bobby: You still gotta get up real early.

By the time I retire, I got enough for a couple of down payments,

some improvements. When I take off the uniform,

I'm a landlord already. Five years later,

I got three houses in this neighborhood.

- Tom: Hey, Harry. - How you doin'?

What do you know about that girl Samantha Kozak?

Samantha Kozak, that sounds familiar. Why do I know that name?

Brownish hair, 16 or 17 years old.

Used to live around here.

Yeah, yeah... I remember her, I think.

Hey, Kurt? Come here for a second.

Like he ever tells me anything, right?

Get over here.

Harry: Say, you know that Kozak girl?

- Uh, Debbie. - No, the other one, Samantha.

Oh, you mean the retard.

She ran away.

Yeah, that's right. I remember that.

- So what about her? - I-j--

I just been thinkin' about her a lot.

Why?

Her sister babysat for us.

Oh.

Maggie: This is the first time

he's been out of the house in a week.

He hasn't gone to work. He sleeps 12 hours a night.

He's used up all his sick days. If he doesn't show up on Monday,

they're gonna start to dock him and I can't--

excuse me.

I can't get him more than six feet from the couch.

Why?

That's where she "appeared" to him.

Oh...

I'm not shocked that there's another woman.

'Course, the fact that she's dead gives one pause.

We are talking about a ghost, aren't we, Maggie?

She took off last march.

With a black guy, I think.

Hey, Harry, did she ever live in our house?

No, I just bought that one. You're the first tenants.

Tom and Jake, it's like they have this private club or something.

They sit in the living room and whisper.

As soon as I walk in the room, they both shut up right away.

You know what you need to do?

Find one of those young priests with smoldering good looks

who can sort of guide you through this.

I'm kidding, but I'm not.

Look I give Tom a lot of shit, but the truth is,

you guys are, like, the best couple on earth.

This is on you now, Maggie. Get some help...

Find out why this is happening, there is a reason.

You won't be the first woman...

Who's had to hold an insane family together.

Tom's not crazy.

Oh, yes he is.

But at least he's getting interesting.

Sports flash, sports flash.

211 yards rushing on Friday night,

that's a total of 894 yards,

with two games to go. The kid needs 106 yards,

that's 53 a game. He could walk through the next two games

and still break a thousand!

Frank, Frank, what about you? Did you know her?

Who?

Harry: Tom was askin' about that Kozak girl

from over by Baldwin? Remember the one who ran away?

- The retard. - Shut up, Lenny. Don't use that word.

- She was just kinda slow. - What? Retard?

Goddamn it, Lenny, why don't you shut your fuckin' pie hole.

Lenny: I didn't mean anything...

What are you doing?

Somebody's always gotta ruin it.

Can't ever just be nice.

Frank? What are you doin' here?

They're gonna kill you, Tommy--

You and Maggie both.

Why would you say something like that, Frank?

This is a decent neighborhood.

Hey, are you okay?

Where's Sheila, she at home?

Listen, I'm gonna go see if Sheila's at home.

Okay?

Adam: Come in.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Is your mom at home? Your dad's acting-- - hey...

You wanna see what I've got?

Sure.

That's great. Is that one of your dad's?

Not today. Come here.

Why don't you just put the gun away, Adam?

Come on, man, come here.

I don't know. Those things make me kinda nervous.

- Then this'll make you really nervous.

Whoa-whoa-whoa! D-Don't do that!

Please don't be under there.

Oh, boy.

Frank?

Adam!

Adam, open the door!

Oh, god... Oh god!

Help!

Help!

Am I awake or asleep?

Help!

Oh, my god. Oh, my god, my baby!

- Adam! - Hold on.

Adam! Oh, god!

Adam! Is he alive?

Is he alive?!

Oh my god, Adam!

Adam! Adam!

I'm gonna take him for a walk or somethin'.

Come on, sweetie pie, let's go get your jacket.

Where are we going?

Well, hello there.

Well, hello there...

Listen, music!

It's beautiful!

Hey, Jake! Wait up!

I don't think we're supposed to be here, sweetie.

Come on, let's go. This way.

Whoa, this place is cool!

Come on, honey, let's go get some lunch.

Mom, what's this thing?

I don't know. Let me take a look.

Looks like some kinda stone.

Either that or it's metal.

- Yeah, I think it is. - Served in the...

Look at the flag.

Everything okay?

It's fine, just fine.

We're not supposed to be here or something?

Oh, no. It's fine really.

Oh, okay.

See you later.

Boy's got the eyes on him, doesn't he?

X-ray.

Not you though.

Possibly daddy?

They're not the only ones.

Tell daddy to come by and see me a little later tonight.

Might learn a few things.

Bye, Jake.

Bye, Neil.

His name is Neil.

Try that, daddy.

Why do I know that song?

I'll be home right after the movie.

I know it, I know it.

I said, "I won't be late."

Okay.

Bye, mom. Bye, Maggie.

Oh, hello.

I don't know if i'm in the right place...

I'm looking for this big guy named Neil.

- Excuse me?

I'm sorry--

Shit.

Shit shit shit shit.

I wanna see Neil.

Wait here.

I don't know her.

What are you doing? I said the boy's father.

- I said tell him to come. - He'd never do it.

He'd kill me if he knew I was talking to you about this.

- He's so paranoid. - What's the story, man?

- Close the fucking door. - So are they.

- I can't let you in. - Who are they?

Look, man, this ain't no freak show in here...

- Close the damn door! - Look, you just gotta get outta here.

My husband is losing his mind.

I don't know why. But I think you do.

You can tell me what you know.

But you can't tell me to go away because I'm not moving.

- How long has he had it? - Just a few days.

What happened? Car wreck?

- No. - Child die?

No.

- Did he kill someone? - He was hypnotized.

- Is that what started it? - It comes and it goes.

Some people have it for five seconds.

Some their whole lives.

He's a receiver now. Everything's coming in.

He can't stop it, he can't slow it down,

he can't even figure it out.

It's like he's in a tunnel with a flashlight.

But the light only comes on once in a while.

He gets a glimpse of something,

but not enough to know what it is.

Just enough to know it's there.

- Jake too. - Your son?

Much better flashlight.

Does he know what it wants yet?

What who wants?

He saw a ghost, didn't he?

What did it ask him to do?

She didn't ask anything.

Maybe he wasn't listening.

She's asked for something, and now she's waiting.

Getting more and more pissed off that he's not doing it.

If he doesn't do her thing, she'll never go away.

Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!

Ow, fuck.

- Hey!

Absolutely not.

Oh, please please please? Five more minutes?

- Five more minutes? - No. Zero minutes.

This is cool. You know the mummy gives you nightmares

- if you watch it before bed. - No fair.

I know, I'm horrible. I'm gonna take a bath.

- You okay for 10 minutes? - Whatever.

How do I know this song?

I know I know this song.

I know it.

It's freezing.

Round up your weapons, folks!

Charge!

I don't wanna talk right now.

- Hey!

No, no.

Tom,

I think the pilot blew out on the water heater again.

Can you go light it for me?

Hello?

Or I could go light it.

Thanks, colonel. Thanks, all of you.

I said no!

Aw, bummer.

Holy!

ow!

Tom?

Tom, breathe!

- What happened?

- You see her? - What?

She's here.

What?

I-l want you to hypnotize me again.

All this shit, I want it out, I want it gone.

I want it all to stop right now!

Yeah, come right in, Tom, I want you to meet Clarita.

Oh, hi. Sorry.

Sorry, I--

Look, do you think that you could--?

- Could she--? - Yeah.

I know, I know.

- Gracias. - De nada

Okay, you gotta slow down.

Okay? You gotta be a little patient with me...

‘Cause I got a confession to make.

You see-- we-- I just--

we just smoked this great big fatty a few minutes before you walked in,

so this is just blowing my mind

- just a little bit extra right now. - Listen to me.

- Listen to me! - Yeah?

Whatever door you opened in my brain,

I want you to shut it...

- Now! - Okay.

I'll do it. Okay, I can do that.

Close your eyes.

Okay, just like last time...

I want you to just focus and concentrate.

Listen to the sounds of the room,

listen to the sounds of your breathing,

look at the back of your eyelids...

Do you see anything there?

- Could you just get to it, please? - All right, all right.

I want you to pretend you're back in the movie theater.

It's very dark,

and in the whole pitch black theater...

there's only one thing you can see and that's the white screen.

And as you focus on the screen,

you begin to drift closer to it in your chair.

You'll notice that there are letters on the screen,

tall, thick, black letters,

but they're out of focus so you begin to drift closer to them.

S-someone's here.

No, it's empty.

But there's someone else in here.

No, you're alone in the theater, Tom.

Oh, no. No, I'm not.

- All right, your feet and ankles are relaxed.

- Hard to breathe.

Your hands are limp and heavy,

your arms--

- No air, no air. - Tom, I want you

to look at the screen. Look at the screen.

- Hey.

You can read the letters now.

You're right up next to them...

Tom, look at the screen!

Wow! What-- What happened?

Are you okay? I think you need to sit down

because what was happening was very next level.

You should have seen your face.

Do you want a beer? Are you feeling better?

What happened?

I'm supposed to dig.

Hi!

Hello?

Anybody home?

Wow, look what I'm not cleaning up.

Interesting.

Okay.

Hi, honey.

What'cha doin'?

Dad said I'm supposed to dig.

Oh.

Nice.

Tom...

- Tom! - Oh!

You scared me.

I scared you?

What are you doing?

I'm supposed to dig.

What do you mean?

I'm supposed to dig.

Who says?

I see.

And what's Jake doin'?

Jake is helping.

Why are you doing this?

- Water softens up the dirt. - No, I mean,

could you just stop for a second?

Tom, can you look at me while I'm talking to you?

What exactly don't you understand?

I'm supposed to dig.

- Why are you digging? - I'm searching.

What are you searching for?

The question is not, what.

I think we both know what even if we don't want to admit it.

The question, Maggie,

which you can plainly see I am very busy

tryin' to answer--

the question-- is "where."

Don't worry, he's okay.

It's not over there.

We're callin' the police.

And tell them what exactly? Huh?

Practice it. Run it by me once,

I wanna see how it sounds out loud.

Anything else?

Tom, why don't you come inside with me?

I wanna talk to you, you're not yourself right now.

This is just fucking typical!

Now, what do you want me to do, Maggie, huh?

You want me to go inside,

and just sit down on the couch

in front of the TV, drink eight or nine beers

until I fall asleep and maybe just repeat the whole thing again

tomorrow and the day after--?

- Be quiet! - And the day after, and the day after...

- Maggie: Just stop. - Until...

Until I grab my chest and die?!

I mean, this...is the most important thing...

that's ever happened to me. This is...

This is the most...

important thing that I have ever done...

in my whole life, in my whole stupid life!

And you want me to just stop?!

No!

No, I won't stop. I won't stop!

I won't stop!

Eight years, I've known you,

not once have you talked to me like this

not once.

And if you do it again, I swear to god...

And you know what else? When you talk about how "ordinary" you are,

and your "stupid life," you know what you're really saying?

You're saying, "our stupid life,"

which I don't think is particularly stupid,

so how the fuck am I supposed to feel about that?

You gonna drink that?

I'm sorry.

Okay, I'm not sorry.

- Who's that from? - My brother Steve.

My grandma's going back into the hospital.

No, she--

What?

What?

Nothin'.

What is it?

Hello?

Oh, Steve. I'm sorry. We've been so busy.

I was just about-- what?

She did?

How am I doing, dad?

You're doing great, kid. You're doing great.

I'm so sorry, baby.

You knew.

You knew, didn't you?

When is the funeral?

Sunday.

We should leave as soon as we can.

Oh...

You want me to go with you?

I just thought with your family and everything.

Do I want you to go with me?

To my grandmother's funeral? She practically raised me.

Of course I want you to come. Why wouldn't you?

It's just-- I'm kinda in the middle of something here.

$800 a month...

Can't get fucking water!

Fuck!

Tools.

Damn it.

Little piece of shit!

It's a rented house.

- Tom: Hello? - Maggie: It's me.

Oh, hey. Hey, baby, how you doin'?

- I'm okay. - How's your family?

You know, drunk, fightin' with each other.

Listen, Maggie, I'm so sorry. I should be there with you.

- I'm an asshole. - Well, you have your good points.

- How do you feel? - Oh, fine. You know...

Much much much better. Everything's fine here, really good.

No uh--

No more digging?

No, uh-uh. It's back to normal.

Maggie: I'm sorry too. I wish I hadn't just stormed out like that.

I shouldn't have left you alone.

I deserved it.

Why don't you come up here with us?

This time of night, you could make it in an hour.

- Oh, no no. I can't really do that. - Why not?

I'm not supposed to use the truck for personal trips.

All right, I'll pick you up. I'll leave right away.

Oh, no no, baby, don't do that. That's crazy. Don't come down here.

- - Look, I gotta go. I'll just pull up front and honk.

- Bye. - No no no.

Okay, bub, you ready to go?

I'm scared to go home. I wanna stay at Uncle Steve's house.

Why are you scared?

Because of the feathers.

What feathers?

I don't know, just saw feathers.

It's okay, I'll watch him.

Okay. You be good.

Mom, wait!

You forgot this.

Man: Hi!

Hi.

Come here a sec.

What?

Come closer, I can't hear you.

Are you talking to me?

I wanna show you something.

You wanna show me something?

Well yeah. I don't see anybody else around.

What is it?

It's a surprise.

It's really great. Come on, you won't believe it.

Come on, it's freezing.

Hey, happy Saint Patrick's day.

What's the surprise?

- Don't you have it? - Oh yeah, the surprise.

Take it, you need another drink.

No, man, I got the spins already.

Drink, motherfucker, drink. Drink.

- I don't think there is a surprise. - Oh yeah, there is.

Yeah, there is. The surprise is

we decided we wanna be your friends.

- You do? - Yeah.

Why do you wanna be my friends now?

Are you kiddin"? Look at yourself...

Ah-ah-ah... Look.

You can take your coat off you know.

- Wanna drink? - I'm not supposed to.

Don't you do anything you're not supposed to?

Huh?

I do.

Mama, you are hot.

Come on, let's be friends, huh?

Well...

You can kiss me if you want to.

Yeah yeah.

- Not like that, okay? - Okay okay.

Okay.

Ow. Ouch!

I wanna go home.

Not now. No.

Come on, Samantha, I'll be your friend.

- I swear I will. Just be nice to me. - I want to, but...

Be a good girl. You are a good girl, aren't you?

I have to go home.

Come on, baby, how about a little helmet wash?

I have to go home.

I have to go home!

Stop! Stop!

Shut up! Shut up!

- Shut up!

Stop, man! Make her stop screaming!

- Shut her up, man!

Use your jacket or something. Put it over her face.

- Shut up!

Oh my god.

What the fuck did you do that for?

- Is she dead? - No shit, she's dead.

Oh my god.

Look at her tongue, man.

I'm not here.

I've never seen nobody dead before.

- I can't be here. - It's fuckin' gross.

This isn't happening.

Fuckin' plastic over her face...!

Good thinkin', Adam.

Well, what do we do now?

How's he doing?

He might make it,

he might not.

Sheila's over at the hospital. I'm gonna head over.

Frank, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, because

I think I know why Adam shot himself.

And I gotta call the police about it.

And I don't want you to hear it from them,

and I don't want Sheila to read about it in the paper.

I think you have a right to know before anybody else.

What are you talking about, Tom?

Come with me.

Wait here for a second.

Better be important.

Come on, come on, come on...

How the hell did you find this?

Does it matter?

You don't know if it was Kurt and Adam.

Yeah, I do.

But you don't have anything to...

Come on, Tom. You're talkin' like a goddamned lunatic.

That's what people are gonna say.

It's just a body, it doesn't prove anything.

She's...

She's got somebody's hair in her hand.

They're gonna be able to tell whose it is.

Hey, Frank?

W-We gotta call the cops.

What were we supposed to do?

It was an accident.

The kids come to us,

she's already dead.

The damage is done, there's nothing anybody can do to bring her back.

But, these kids got...

Everything ahead of them.

So what were we supposed to do, Tom?

Send our sons to jail for the rest of their lives...

Because of her?

Who you plannin' to shoot with that?

- Get the hell outta here, Tom. - Hey, Frank,

come on upstairs. W-We can talk about this.

I been livin' with this for six months.

Six fuckin' months!

Do you think anything you have to say

is going to make one bit of difference to me?!

- Get the hell out of here! - I'm not leaving until--

- Get out!

Get out!

Hi.

Hi. Hi.

Boy, it's really pourin', huh?

Yeah, looks like it.

Hey, you got a minute?

No, I'm... Kinda busy right now.

It's important.

I don't really have time to talk right now, Harry.

Ah, Jesus! This rain, huh?

Harry, like I said, I'm really kinda b-busy right now.

Kurt, I know you weren't raised in a barn. Close that door.

Maybe I could call you later or something.

Tom, we got ourselves a serious problem here.

What do you mean?

What the hell you think you're doin' to my house?

Heard all this pounding going on up here, thought I'd check it out.

I didn't think in a million years you'd be wrecking the place.

What's the matter with you?

Don't worry, I'm gonna take care of that.

I-I was trying to fix your water main, you know.

It was leakin' like a son of a bitch,

a-and I c-couldn't get to it from underneath the house.

I mean, I couldn't g-get

under the house to get to it.

Is that right?

Damn, lotta water damage?

Some.

Can I look around?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure. Sure, help yourself.

Maybe you better show me where it's at.

Oh, you guys'll be able to see it you know.

I gotta take off.

I'm almost afraid to look.

Drink it. Hurry up.

The water main doesn't run under the house.

Well, I know that now.

Shit, Tom.

Harry: Get him on the rug.

Don't look at him. Roll him over.

- Yeah. - Let's go!

All right, get out of the way.

Tom?

Are you here?

Shit.

- Harry: Out of the way, Kurt!

They were gonna kill you, Tommy--

you and Maggie, both.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

Cold-blooded murder.

Can't let something like that happen.

Not here...

This is a decent neighborhood.

- Jake!

- Jake!

- Jake!