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[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

(girl #1)

Red Rover, Red Rover,

send Janie right over!

["Signed, Sealed, Delivered"

by Stevie Wonder]

(children)

Red Rover, Red Rover,

send Emily right over!

[clamoring]

Come on, Emily!

♪ Now I'm wonderin'

if your love's still strong ♪

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

Who's it gonna be?

♪ Signed sealed delivered

I'm yours ♪

♪ Ooh yeah ♪

♪ Then that time I went

and said goodbye ♪

♪ Now I'm back

and not ashamed to cry.. ♪

Yeah, come on, man!

♪ Ooh baby ♪

(girl #2)

'You're never gonna win!'

♪ Signed sealed delivered

I'm yours ♪♪

[sighs]

Okay. Bobby Fricker.

Gross! He's always picking

his nose.

- And eating his boogers.

- So what? He's a wimp.

- Okay.

- Okay, come on.

Come on, you guys.

We can do it.

Come on, Chrissy.

- Just hold on.

- Come on.

Red Rover, Red Rover

send Bobby Fricker right over.

- Oh!

- Oh, man!

Stomp her, Bobby!

Stomp her, Bobby.

You can make it!

[clamoring]

[grunting]

[cheering]

[mellow music]

[music continues]

[telephone ringing]

(Samantha on answering machine)

'Hi, it's Sam. I'm out.'

'Deliberately

avoiding your call.'

'Leave it at the beep.'

(Chrissy on answering machine)

'Hello?'

'I wasn't sure

if that was your number'

'until I heard that message.'

'Now I know it must be you.'

'It's me, Chrissy,

the one who's expecting.'

'That is, uh,

expecting a child'

'and expecting you to show up

like you promised'

'with the whole old gang.'

'Oh, no, well, maybe not old'

'but at least, uh, older'

'so let us know if, uh, well'

'I hope when you're coming in.'

'After all,

a promise is a promise.'

[answering machine beeps]

[music continues]

(Samantha)

Thomas Wolfe once said

"You can't go home again."

Well, that's great for old Tom

but he wasn't a chick who made

a pact with her friends

when she was 12 to get together

whenever any one of them

needed each other.

So, here I am driving back

to my childhood home

in Indiana

a place I can tell you

I never wanted to see again.

[groans]

I guess a promise is a promise.

Sure looks like I picked

the wrong week to quit smoking.

♪ When I whisper ♪

♪ Your name ♪

♪ Into the sky ♪

♪ And I will wake up happy.. ♪♪

- Hey, doc. Play some B-ball?

- Hey, not today. Way too busy.

- Oh! That's me.

- Bye, Dr. Martin.

♪ If you should ever

find someone new ♪

♪ You know he'd better

be good to you ♪

♪ 'Cause if he doesn't ♪

♪ I'll be there ♪

♪ I'll be there ♪

♪ Don't ya know baby yeah yeah ♪

♪ I'll be there ♪

[doorbell rings]

(Roberta)

'Morton? Chrissy?'

'Anybody home?'

Be right there!

♪ Just call my name ♪

♪ I'll be there ♪

♪ And I'll be there ♪

♪ Just look

over your shoulder honey ♪

♪ Unh! I'll be there.. ♪

- Hey. Saw the Jiffy Pop.

- 'Oh!'

- Thought of you.

- Oh, thank you.

Don't go near the stove.

You may burst.

[chuckles]

Very funny.

But if this baby doesn't come

soon, I'm gonna have to reach in

and yank it out myself.

- Oh, that'll be pretty.

- Where's the whiz?

- I got it.

- Huh!

Oh!

Can you believe this tramp?

'Now, what is it that she has

that gets people so excited?'

Long legs, a tiny waist,

and perky breasts.

Roberta, you know

how I feel about swearing.

Chrissy, "breast"

is not a dirty word.

- I can't hear you.

- Breast.

- Can't hear you. Can't hear..

- Breast. Breast!

[mellow music]

[birds chirping]

[indistinct chatter in distance]

- 'Hey, let's go. Hurry it up.'

- 'Coming, mom!'

[doorbell rings]

[indistinct chatter in distance]

Hey. Good to see ya.

[chuckles]

Hey, Roberta. You look great.

- Oh.

- How you doin'?

- Alright.

- Picture!

[camera shutter clicks]

And, you! Look at you.

- Ahh.

- Thanks for coming.

[car horn honks]

[gasps]

(Chrissy)

'Oh, wow!'

Oh!

Hey, bitches!

[all chuckle]

Good Lord!

- How you doin', star?

- Hi, Roberta.

- Good to see you.

- Oh, God!

- Picture!

- Oh!

- Huh!

- Look at your belly!

Tina Tercell!

[gasps]

(Chrissy)

Oh, Teeny, Teeny, Teeny, Teeny!

Oh!

[gasps]

Picture!

No, you look good!

(Roberta)

'Yeah, I'm a supermodel.'

- It's good to see ya, Teeny.

- Mm, yeah.

- It's been too damn long.

- He-he.

- Come on in. Come on in!

- Yeah.

(Chrissy)

'Oh!'

[clears throat]

- Ta-da!

- Whoa. Time warp.

Wow. It looks exactly like

it did when your mom lived here.

You know what they say.

Like mother, like daughter.

[birds chirping]

[Teeny giggles]

Oh, what can I get

you two to drink?

Oh, Jack Daniel's

would be great.

Oh, that would be great.

We don't keep hard liquor

in the house.

- Oh.

- Oh, w-w-whatever you have.

- Anything is.. It's fine.

- Yeah.

We have beer.

- Great. He-he.

- Great. Heh.

- Good. Okay.

- Be back in a jiffy.

[sighs]

I've been looking

for one of these.

[Teeny chuckles]

[plastic crumpling]

[chuckles]

[birds chirping]

Mm. I can't believe

you kept this thing.

Mm! Morton wanted to tear

it down and put in a dough boy.

(Morton)

'Yes, dear.'

But I just couldn't

part with it.

Besides, it's not mine

to tear down.

It belongs to all of us.

[sighs]

I-I really wanna thank you guys

for showing up.

[sighs]

(Roberta)

'Hey, don't worry

about it, Chrissy.'

I think you'll make a great mom.

A little overbearing and rigid

but, by the grace of God,

the kid'll come out

relatively unharmed.

And if not,

there's always therapy.

[laughter]

I can't believe

you're havin' a baby, Chrissy.

Makes me feel very old.

This whole...baby thing

baffles me.

I mean, you have it

you raise it,

you inevitably screw it up.

It resents you, feels guilty

for resenting you..

[whispering]

She's crazy.

...then it has a baby,

which only perpetuates

the vicious cycle.

- Thank you, Oscar the Grouch.

- He-he-he.

So, Sam,

what are you workin' on now?

[coughs]

My tan.

If you ask me,

you ought to write a book

about something

people can relate to.

I didn't understand half of

that "Aliens Next Door" thing

of yours I read.

She'll take that

as a compliment.

[laughs]

Why don't you write a romance

novel, like Danielle Steel?

Now, there's a lady who knows

how to write a page-turner.

- Oh, yeah.

- He-he-he.

[laughter]

It's true, Roberta.

The longer they're gone,

the weirder they get.

You know what? I'd just like

to see you guys more often.

Now, what's it been, huh? Ten

years since you've been back?

- Don't give me any grief.

- That's alright.

[laughing]

Roberta, for example

has chosen to be...alternative.

'She lives in sin

with her boyfriend'

'but she's still normal.'

Yes, I'm normal.

'She hasn't had

four failed marriages'

or an endless series

of monogamous relationships

or wear black.

- 'No.'

- She's happy.

Technically, I have only

been married three times.

- The first one was annulled.

- See?

[laughing]

Oh, you two think

everything is so funny.

If you ask me,

you both need to grow up.

Maybe you're right.

[instrumental music]

(Samantha)

Shelby, Indiana, was not the

most exciting place to grow up.

In fact, the most common

cause of death before puberty

was boredom.

And in the days

before MTV and Nintendo

we had to find ways

to entertain ourselves.

[indistinct chatter]

["Midnight Rider"

by The Allman Brothers Band]

The summer of 1970 started out

like any other summer.

School ended, and we had three

months of freedom ahead of us.

But that year,

freedom wasn't enough.

We wanted independence

a place to call our own.

That's why we decided

to buy the tree house

and the quest to earn the money

was our summer goal.

The four of us lived

in The Gaslight Addition.

It was a dream neighborhood

a brand-new,

preplanned community

built when new was in

and old was out.

Hey, you guys. Wait up!

[mellow music]

[crickets chirping]

(Mr. Albertson)

'I'm tired of this. I don't want

to hear it anymore!'

[indistinct chatter]

(Mr. Albertson)

'But what?'

(Mrs. Albertson)

'Calm down.

Let's talk about this.'

(Mr. Albertson)

'I am tired of talking

about these things.'

'How many times do we have

to have this conversation?'

'Things are not getting

any better.'

[indistinct chatter]

(Mrs. Albertson)

'Look, why don't we just try

and work it out?'

(Mr. Albertson)

'We've been trying for years.

It's no use.'

(Mrs. Albertson)

'Well, maybe if you spent

more time at home..'

[indistinct chatter]

[door opens]

(Mrs. Albertson)

'You just don't get it!'

(Mr. Albertson)

'No, you don't get it..'

Come on.

[indistinct chatter]

[mellow music]

[chattering continues]

(Samantha)

My parents had been fighting

for as long

as I could remember.

It never bothered me.

It was the opposite, actually.

It was comfort and consistency.

[dogs barking]

[birds chirping]

I'll race you!

(female #1)

Sarah, get your sister

and come on in.

(girl #3)

Coming, mom!

♪ If you disrespect ♪

[sighs]

♪ Anybody that you run in to.. ♪

[sighs]

No matter what I do

they just keep getting bigger!

[sighs]

♪ Think anybody's supposed ♪

♪ To respect you ♪

♪ If you don't give a heck

♪ About the man

with the Bible in his hand ♪

[groans]

(male #1)

'You better hurry up!

Your breakfast is gettin' cold!'

Okay. Ugh.

(Samantha)

Roberta grew up with her dad

and three older brothers.

Her mother died

when she was four.

That's her in the picture.

Roberta never left the house

without that picture.

(boy #1)

'Shut up, man! Let me go!'

[clamoring]

[clamoring]

You guys!

["I'm Gonna Make You Love Me"

by Diana Ross and The Supremes]

Tina, tell us how you felt

at the exact moment

you realized you had won.

[sighs]

Well, Ron, I can only say

that I've thought

about this day..

[sighs]

That I've thought

about this day

dreamed about this day

for as long as I can remember.

To win an Academy Award

at such a young age

is an enormous accomplishment.

Where will you go from here?

(Samantha)

Teeny was an only child.

Her parents

were country clubbers.

Never around, really.

Typical upbringing for actors

and pathological liars.

Direct.

...ninety-two..

...ninety-three..

...ninety-four..

...ninety-five..

...ninety-six..

...ninety-seven..

...ninety-eight..

Chrissy?

Ooh. Sorry, honey.

Can I come in?

- Sure.

- Heh.

Oh, honey. Keep this closed.

Records get dusty.

Tsk. Uh-oh!

Canopy up. Canopy down.

Isn't that the right way?

You know what, Chrissy?

I've been thinking..

...about what you asked me.

About sex.

Yes, dear. Heh-heh.

You say that very casually.

Uh, it's very scary for mommy.

It's like somebody going, "Boo!"

Ah! That's what sex is.

- I'm sorry, mommy.

- Well, it's alright.

[sighs]

It's fine.

I believe you're too young

to be informed

but since your friends

are trash mouths

I think you should hear it

from me. The facts.

'This is gonna come

as a shock to you'

[sighs]

but..

Here. This is a flower, right?

Okay.

Well, all women have a garden

and a garden needs

a big hose to water it..

...or a small hose

as long as it works.

(Samantha)

As a direct result

of this conversation

Chrissy will spend

a significant part

of her adult life

obsessed with gardening.

[indistinct chatter]

["Jennifer Eccles"

by The Hollies]

(Samantha)

Those are The Wormers.

Everyone in the neighborhood

felt sorry for their mother.

Like us, the Wormers

also had a summer goal.

It was to make

our lives miserable.

They were the enemy.

Hey, wormy Wormers.

- Now!

- Get 'em!

- Aah!

- Help me!

- Get 'em!

- Watch out!

- Watch out!

- Watch out!

It's Jell-O!

- Chrissy, get down!

- Aah!

- Go, go, go, go!

- We're gonna get you!

Go, Roberta, you can do it!

- Ha-ha-ha.

- Ah!

- 'Roberta, are you okay?'

- Ugh!

We owe you, Wormers,

and we always pay our debts!

Yeah, like we're really afraid

of a bunch of girls!

- Yeah, you should be!

- 'Who are we?'

- Wormers!

- Wormers!

[cheering]

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Now that you're gone ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ All that's left ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Is a band of gold ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ All that's left ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Of the dreams I hold ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Is a band of a-gold ♪

♪ And the memories ♪

♪ Of what love could be ♪

♪ If you were still here

with me ♪

♪ You took me ♪

♪ From the shelter

of my mother ♪

♪ I had never known ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ To love any other.. ♪

Here you are.

♪ We kissed ♪

♪ After takin' vows ♪

♪ On that night oh my heart.. ♪♪

"Your idea of foreplay is, A

"a candlelit dinner

and moonlit walk on the beach.

"B, making out

on a bearskin rug

"at a local mountain cabin.

"C, watching a sexy movie.

Or D, all of the above."

B.

E. None of the above.

Roberta, that's not

a possible answer.

Then B, I guess.

Definitely A.

Surprise, surprise.

I picked D,

"All of the above."

Surprise, surprise.

That's a $107 and 24 cents.

(Samantha)

'So how much more

do we need?'

Twenty-three more dollars,

and the tree house is ours.

Hey, I say the first night we

get it, we have a slumber party.

Oh, Sam. Get a load of your mom.

["These Boots Are Made

for Walking" by Nancy Sinatra]

- How short are those shorts?

- How tall are those boots?

♪ You keep sayin'

you've got somethin' for me ♪

[man whistles]

(Samantha)

I had no idea why,

but earlier that summer

my mom began to dress

like Nancy Sinatra.

♪ You've been a-messin'.. ♪

Wow. Your mom is so cool.

Hey, you guys,

there's a full moon tonight

the festival of the spirits

who come back to earth

and walk among the living.

Four black cows.

That'll be $1.60, boys.

We're girls.

♪ Gonna walk all over you ♪

I know.

[music continues]

She is so off!

What do you expect?

She's a witch.

'I swear.'

'She's got voodoo dolls

and everything!'

I saw 'em. And hear this.

One of the dolls looked exactly

like Principal Winters

and you know what?

There was a needle sticking

right in the middle

of his heart.

I saw it the morning

before he had his heart attack.

♪ One of these days these boots

are gonna walk all over you ♪

So, do we try

another seance tonight?

It didn't work last time

and it's not gonna work

this time.

It'll work.

This is the one night

when the barrier

between the dead and the living

can be broken.

I read it in the encyclopedia

of "Supernatural Phenomena."

You are so weird!

- I'm in.

- Yeah, me, too.

[chuckling]

Here are the scores.

Roberta, "You're a woman

on the verge.

'"Although your sensuality

is yet to be tapped'

'it is like a volcano

ready to erupt."'

Whoa. Everybody look out

for Roberta.

That's crap.

(Teeny)

'Samantha, "You walk

the fine line'

"between romanticism

and sex appeal.

"Don't be afraid

to take the plunge.

You might surprise

yourself."

I'll keep that in mind.

(Teeny)

'Chrissy, "Let go

of your inhibitions'

'before you dry up

like a prune."'

What's that supposed to mean?

[snickering]

Now, me.

Teeny, "You are a sexual magnet

"attracting men from

the four corners of the world.

Pace yourself."

[crickets chirping]

[indistinct chatter]

[mellow music]

(Mr. Albertson)

'I'll get the rest of my things'

'when the girls

are out of the house.'

[indistinct chatter]

(Mr. Albertson)

'Becky, please,

we're past that point!'

'This just isn't working.'

[door closes]

[footsteps receding]

[keys jingle]

[car engine starts]

[footsteps approaching]

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

(Samantha)

I decided not to tell

the others about my father.

Call me a fool, but I actually

thought he'd be back.

A wishful notion

I held on to for years.

At the time, no one

in The Gaslight Addition

had gotten a divorce.

And the last thing I wanted

was to be different

from my friends.

[thunder rumbling]

[crickets chirping]

[Chrissy wincing]

'I'm freezing.'

'It's so cold out here!'

(Roberta)

'Here, take my shirt.

Now I'll be cold'

but maybe you'll shut up.

[dog barking in distance]

It makes me look fat.

- You are fat.

- I am not fat!

Am I fat?

(Samantha)

'Now. hold hands

with the person sitting'

next to you, palm to palm.

Let's contact Marilyn Monroe.

She didn't cooperate last time.

No one ever cooperates.

I think we should bring back

somebody buried

in this cemetery.

How about "Dear Johnny?"

[dog barking in distance]

[owl hooting]

Let's find out how he died.

'Close your eyes.'

'Guide us in our pursuit

of the spirit world.'

Keep our circle safe

from those who promote evil

and seek to harm.

Dear Johnny, we know you

were just a kid when you died.

We wanna find out how.

[Teeny imitates Johnny]

I'm here.

- Concentrate.

- He-he-he.

[dramatic music]

(Samantha)

Dear Johnny, can you hear me?

If you can hear me,

give us a sign. Let us know.

It's okay.

We just wanna talk to you.

Tell us how you died.

(Chrissy)

He's here.

[thunder rumbling]

[Chrissy breathing sharply]

He wants to tell us a story.

- Chrissy.

- Maybe we should stop.

He's afraid.

Tell him not to be afraid.

Tell him it's okay.

[breathing sharply]

He's all by himself.

'He's lonely.'

He needs a friend.

[crying]

[breathing heavily]

[laughing]

I got you.

Oh!

[Chrissy laughing]

- Ah.

- Ow!

[laughing]

Hey, that hurt.

Yeah? Well, you deserve it,

fart-ass.

Don't you ever do that again.

I'm sorry, you guys

but you're so gullible when

it comes to this seance stuff.

I mean, it's all

just pretend, right?

[screaming]

- Chrissy, where are you going?

- 'Chrissy!'

(Teeny)

Somebody get her

before she has a heart attack.

- Chrissy!

- Aah!

- Chrissy, wait up!

- We're right behind you!

[Chrissy screaming]

(Teeny)

'Come on, Sam!'

[breathing heavily]

[eerie music]

(Teeny)

'Sam!'

'Sam, we got to get outta

here.'

You guys.

- There's somebody out there!

- What?

Over there!

(Roberta)

I don't see anyone.

Probably just the wind

or something.

- Yeah.

- Come on.

- Come on!

- Let's go.

(Teeny)

Sam, come on!

Roberta, why can't you

just act like a girl?

- Yeah, please.

- Ha-ha-ha.

- Now look what you've done!

- What?

You know how much

I hate to get dirty.

It's nothing.

[metal squeaking]

[gasping]

It's Crazy Pete.

[bicycle squeaking]

[eerie music]

Let's cut through the field.

[all whimpering]

[bicycle squeaking]

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

[indistinct whispering]

[metal squeaking]

[indistinct whispering]

[indistinct whispering]

[squeaking]

[wind howling]

[indistinct whispering]

[squeaking stops]

[crickets chirping]

[dramatic music]

[bell ringing in distance]

[bell ringing]

[dog squeals]

[bell ringing]

[music continues]

[button clicks]

[groaning]

[button clicking]

[groans]

Base to Chrissy.

Base to Chrissy.

(Teeny over radio)

'Base to Chrissy. Do you copy?'

'Over.'

What?

[sighs]

We need a secret meeting.

[groans]

Now?

(Samantha)

Remember I thought I saw someone

in the cemetery

after the seance?

Well, I think

he came into my bedroom.

- Who?

- Dear Johnny.

(Chrissy)

Give me a break!

This is a really bad idea.

This is definitely

not a good idea.

Oh, shut up, Chrissy.

You're bugging the crap

outta me right now.

(Teeny)

Ditto.

- Sam!

- Sam!

You okay?

[dramatic music]

[Chrissy gasps]

Holy cow!

We did it.

We actually friggin' did it!

He's back..

...and we brought him here.

[all screaming]

[indistinct chatter]

Nothing on Dear Johnny.

Everything before 1948

was lost in the fire.

But Ms. Wendy says

the Greenfield Library

carries copies of

all the county newspapers.

That settles that.

What settles what?

We can't ride our bikes

all the way to Greenfield.

Can we?

["No Matter What"

by Badfinger]

♪ No matter what you are ♪

Yeah. I'll bet.

♪ I will always be with you ♪

♪ Doesn't matter

what you do girl ♪

♪ Ooh girl ♪

♪ With you ♪

♪ Knock down

the old gray wall ♪

♪ Be a part of it all ♪

♪ Nothing to say ♪

♪ Nothing to see ♪

♪ Nothing to do ♪

♪ If you would give me all ♪

(Teeny)

Sing it, girl.

♪ As I would give it to you ♪

♪ Nothing would be ♪

♪ Nothing would be ♪

♪ Nothing would be ♪

♪ No matter what.. ♪♪

- Truth or dare, Roberta?

- Truth.

How big are your boobs now?

Drop dead.

She has to say,

doesn't she, Sam?

She doesn't have to say

if she doesn't want to.

- Then can we see 'em?

- No, you can't see them.

Weirdo.

I don't have any real ones yet.

Oh, you'll get them,

and you'll hate them.

No. You're lucky, Roberta.

Men love 'em when they're big.

Look at how big mine are today.

They almost look real.

They're filled with pudding.

Pudding?

The Wormers

actually gave me the idea.

- Oh.

- 'Jell-O is too jiggly.'

Pudding has a heavier,

more realistic texture.

What flavor is it?

[snickers]

It's vanilla.

Hm.

(Teeny)

'Chrissy. Truth or dare?'

[sighs]

Truth.

Have you ever

been French-kissed?

- Tuh!

- Are you kidding?

I don't want to get pregnant.

You can't get pregnant

from kissing.

I know that, beetle-brain.

But it's common knowledge

that if you tongue-kiss a boy

he automatically thinks

you'll do the deed with him.

'They can't help it.

They're driven.'

It's the male curse.

And, uh, what deed

would that be?

Y-you know.

Planting the seed

and watering the flower.

[laughter]

Isn't that how it works?

The man takes his watering can

and sprinkles it on the flower.

[laughter]

["Knock Three Times"

by Tony Orlando and Dawn]

♪ Oh my darlin' ♪

♪ Knock three times

on the ceilin' ♪

♪ If you want me ♪

♪ Oh oh ♪

♪ Twice on the pipes ♪

♪ If the answer is no ♪

♪ Oh my sweetness ♪

♪ Means you'll meet me

in the hallway ♪

♪ Whoa twice on the pipes ♪

♪ Means you ain't gonna show ♪

♪ If you look out your.. ♪

I think it's time for a break.

(Samantha)

'But we haven't ridden

that far since lunch.'

- Come on, Chrissy.

- Fine. Go ahead.

- Leave me here.

- Oh, Chrissy.

I don't care,

but I'm taking a break.

♪ Read how many times

I saw you.. ♪♪

Wait, listen. Turn that off.

[birds chirping]

Oh. It's beautiful.

Wow!

[chuckling]

Where'd it go?

'Where'd it go?'

[laughing]

What?

What?

It's in your hair.

Get it out!

[laughing]

Get it out.

[crying]

Get it out, please.

- Get it out.

- I can't.

- Get it..

- It's all runny.

- Come on.

- Get it out of my hair.

- Chrissy, calm down.

- Get it out of my hair.

[birds chirping]

- Stop it!

- Aah!

[screaming]

[laughter]

[screams]

[laughing]

(Roberta)

Look out below!

Roberta, don't.

It's too shallow.

Bombs away.

[splashes]

[breathing heavily]

- What?

- Where'd she go?

- Wait.

- Roberta!

Roberta!

Oh, my God!

Roberta!

- No!

- Aah!

- 'No!'

- 'Aah!'

[screaming]

Ro-Roberta!

- Roberta!

- Roberta!

[panting]

- Oh, my..

- Roberta!

[coughing]

Roberta!

[breathing heavily]

- Roberta?

- Ugh!

Ugh. No!

[coughing]

[Teeny grunting]

Come on. Get her up here.

[grunting]

She's not breathing.

Someone's gotta give her

a mouth-to-mouth.

You do mouth-to-mouth.

I'll do CPR.

- No, other way around.

- Out of my way!

[dramatic music]

Come on, Roberta.

[gasps]

Well, it's good to know

who your true friends are.

You know, I was gonna do it.

- Me, too. I really was.

- Yeah, right.

Chrissy here is the only one

who's really--

- 'Oh, my..'

- 'Chrissy!'

[groans]

Don't you ever do anything

like that to me again! Ever!

It was a joke!

[sighs]

[sighs]

(Samantha)

That wasn't the first time

Roberta faked her own death.

Earlier that year,

she scared the hell out of us

when she jumped off the roof

and pretended

she broke her neck.

None of us had experienced

a loss like Roberta's

and we didn't understand

her jokes.

But she kept tryin'

to make death funny

maybe to make it easier

for herself.

[indistinct chatter]

What was that?

[laughter in distance]

Look.

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

If it means anything to you

I really appreciate

that you woulda done

that mouth-to-mouth thing.

You scared me to death.

I'm sorry. I-I..

Roberta, you're my best friend.

[mellow music]

[chuckles]

Hey, hell of a right hook

you got there.

Roberta, don't swear.

[laughter in distance]

(Teeny)

Hey, you guys, come here.

[boys clamoring]

[cheering]

Oh!

- 'Come here.'

- Ow! Wait. Ow!

Oh, my God!

- What?

- I saw his penis.

- Whose?

- Whose?

- And the balls.

- Whose?

- You guys..

- Scott's.

[gasps]

[laughing]

[cheering]

Yeah!

[laughing]

- Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God!

[cheering in distance]

Great. Now I'm the only one

that hasn't seen Scott's thing.

It'll be the topic

of conversation

for rest of the summer.

You're forcing me to look.

Chrissy, nobody's forcing

you to do--

Okay, I'll look.

But I want to make this

perfectly clear.

I am looking under protest.

Yeah, right.

[clamoring]

[cheering]

It's not very big.

[laughing]

What's so funny?

No, it's only big

when the, well,

guy has a hard-on.

Oh.

And when that happens

it'll get this big.

What's a hard-on?

Doesn't your mother

tell you anything?

I'm beginning to think

she's been misinformed.

Oh, you guys.

Let's do it.

["Hitchin' A Ride"

by Vanity Fair]

Get ready to make a mad dash.

Yeah, you better start now.

Buzz off, hog head.

No, I'm serious. You get going.

- This is too easy.

- Come on.

[cheering in distance]

Hey, Wormers!

It's payback time!

- Come and get 'em, suckers!

- Yeah!

Hey! You better give those back!

Yeah, dream on, asshole!

Hey!

[screaming]

(Roberta)

'Come on, you guys!'

[indistinct yelling]

Come on, let's go!

They're right behind us!

- Hey!

- 'Oh, come on!'

Come on!

Come back here!

- Aah!

- Run!

- 'Let's go! Run! Run!'

- Come here!

[clamoring]

(Roberta)

Here we come, Chrissy.

♪ To the latest sign ♪♪

Let's go!

- Oh, my God.

- Oh.

[clamoring]

[music continues]

- Alright, joke's over!

- Wrong!

- Come and get 'em!

- Whoo!

- Come on!

- Give it back!

Give us our clothes back!

Damn it!

- Please!

- Please!

- Nice undies.

- Come and get 'em!

- Come and get 'em!

- 'Whoo!'

[screaming]

♪ Ride ride hitchin' a ride ♪

[girls whooping]

Hey, wait up!

♪ Oh won't somebody

stop and help a guy ♪

♪ Hitchin' a ride ♪

[girls whooping]

All for one, and one for all!

- Whoo!

- Yeah!

♪ Been away too long ♪

♪ From my baby's side ♪

♪ Ride ride ride.. ♪

(Samantha)

Come on, Chrissy.

(Chrissy)

'Hey, you guys. Wait up.'

♪ Ride ride ride ♪

♪ Hitchin' a ride ♪♪

[sneezes]

[groans]

Think I'm allergic to dust.

[sniffles]

- A-choo!

- Nothing happened in April.

Nothing ever happens in Shelby.

I kind of like it that way.

[sniffles]

Nothing.

[mellow music]

What's wrong?

It's my mom.

[sniffles]

It was a head-on collision.

The driver of the pickup truck

fell asleep at the wheel.

She was pinned in the car

for an hour and a half

before she was rescued.

She was fully conscious

while rescue workers attempted

to extract her

from the demolished vehicle.

She died during the night

at Green County Hospital

of massive head injuries

and severe internal bleeding.

'I don't understand this.

This isn't right.'

(Samantha)

'What do you mean?'

It musta been awful

for her.

A lot of pain.

[music continues]

[sobbing]

She was really beautiful,

wasn't she?

Like a movie star.

[music continues]

[music continues]

You guys,

I think I found something.

Read it.

"Funeral services

will be held on Saturday

"for 12-year-old Jonathan Simms

"and his mother,

36-year-old Beverly Anne Simms.

"Due to the unexpected

and tragic circumstances

"involving the deaths

the family has asked that

the services remain private."

'That's it.'

There's nothing else.

What do you mean, "That's it?"

How did they die?

(Samantha)

'Wait a minute.'

The pages have been torn out.

[sighs]

Somebody's gone to

a lotta trouble

to keep Dear Johnny's death

a mystery.

["Alright Now" by Free]

[horn honking]

♪ Oh oh whoa.. ♪

Hey.

Hey.

Are you in the army?

- Was.

- Vietnam?

♪ I said hey what is this ♪

Was.

Did you kill anyone over there?

♪ I said hey

what's your name baby ♪

Not because I wanted to.

Did you get shot?

♪ Now don't you wait

or hesitate ♪

That's a great song.

Does your leg still hurt?

[laughs]

Yeah. Ugh. Hurts like hell.

'You know, takin' that hit

was the best thing'

'that ever happened to me.'

What do you mean?

Got me a seat

on the next plane home.

But we're winning, right?

[scoffs]

Nobody's winnin'.

Want a sip?

♪ I took her home to my place ♪

♪ Watching every move

on her face ♪

♪ She said look.. ♪

- Thanks. Smoke?

- Yeah.

- Here.

- I'd love a smoke.

♪ I said slow

don't go so fast.. ♪

Smoking stunts your growth.

♪ She said love Lord above.. ♪

Smooth.

[coughs]

♪ Alright now baby

it's alright.. ♪

So, did you get a Purple Heart?

- Yeah.

- How come you don't wear it?

(Roberta)

'Yeah, it's a huge honor,

right?'

No.

On the news they said

the U.S. is really starting

to gain ground over there.

Forget about that, okay?

Forget what you heard about it.

Forget what you saw.

Even the people

who are over there lied about

what they had seen...or done.

Doesn't seem like

you can believe in much anymore.

You can believe in yourself..

...if you're lucky.

So, are you gonna be sticking

around here for a while?

Mm. Nah.

I try not to stick around

anywhere, you know what I mean?

Yeah, sure.

Definitely.

Is that an earring

you're wearing?

Yeah.

You're a hippie, aren't you?

[chuckles]

You're a trip.

My mom says

all hippies are sex fiends.

- 'Geez, Chrissy!'

- Huh.

I'm gonna tell you something

that I wish

somebody told me

when I was your age.

And what's that?

Your parents

aren't always right.

No shit.

(Chrissy)

It's getting late.

I think we should get going.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Yeah, she's right.

- Thanks.

- Mm-hmm.

Bye.

See ya.

Bye.

'Hey!'

Whatever it is

you're looking for

I hope you find it.

[music continues]

Thanks.

♪ Alright now baby ♪

♪ It's alright now yeah ♪

♪ Alright now baby ♪

Peace.

♪ It's alright now ♪

♪ Alright now baby ♪

♪ It's alright now yeah ♪

♪ Alright now ♪

♪ Baby baby baby it's alright ♪♪

Where's my daddy?

I told you, honey, he had

to go away for a little while.

But you'll be able

to see him soon.

Every other weekend

and holidays?

But I wanna see him now.

I wish you could, honey,

but you can't.

[clattering]

Hey, Angela,

I saw Crazy Pete yesterday.

You kids leave that

poor, old man alone.

Do you hear me?

Why get dressed

like that anyway?

- Like what?

- Like that.

It's embarrassing.

[knocking on door]

- 'Anybody home?'

- Nobody move.

Hello!

- It's just grandma.

- What's going on?

Your grandmother's upset

because your father moved out.

So? Let her yell at him.

He's the one that left.

I know you're in there.

I saw your car in the garage.

'Open the door. Ugh.'

[knocking continues]

[doorbell ringing]

- Hide.

- 'Hello!'

- What?

- 'Hello!'

Hide!

- 'You have to get the..'

- Samantha!

[whispering]

I just can't handle

your grandmother right now.

[knocking]

(Grandma Albertson)

You have to go to him!

I hate this.

Why won't you

just let grandma in?

Open the damn door!

This is it.

(Samantha)

The suspicious lack of detail

surrounding Dear Johnny's death

led us to the one person

we knew could help us

find out more.

[knocking on door]

Yes?

We need your help.

I'm a little blue today, boys.

Go on, give her the money.

Maybe this'll cheer you up.

Come on in.

[sighs]

I can't believe we're spending

ten tree-house dollars--

- Shh!

- What brings you here today?

We've been contacted

by a spirit.

- His name is Jonathan Simms.

- I know.

I feel a strong

spiritual presence here.

For ten tree-house dollars,

I'd feel it, too.

Silence.

[breathes deeply]

[mellow music]

The spirits are here, and,

yes, they wanna talk to you.

Okay, I want you

to shuffle these twice

and then cut them

three times facing me.

'Relax your minds and bodies,

and be open to his presence.'

[music continues]

Mm-hmm.

We wanna find out how he died.

[music continues]

Did you see the look

on her face?

She was scared.

You guys, Wiladene's a fake.

She was scared, and so were you.

Well, what do we do now?

The spirits haunt the living

for a purpose.

Dear Johnny wants us

to find out how he died.

You saw the card.

He was murdered.

Maybe he wants us

to settle the score.

Come on. This is

getting outta hand.

We need to talk to someone

who was alive when he died.

Like who?

My grandma.

She's the oldest person I know.

[sighs]

She has her poker game

this afternoon

but she said we could stop by

tomorrow morning.

Your grandmother plays poker?

She likes to gamble.

Oh, wait, but I promised my dad

we'd paint

our garage door tomorrow.

I mean, come on, guys, it's $10.

Hey, Kenny, where's the fire?

Softball game, Kettles Field.

Oh! Let's go.

- It's gonna be all boys.

- So, what are we waiting for?

Hey, batter, batter, batter!

Come on, boys, come on!

'Hey, batter, batter, batter!'

Hey, batter, batter, batter!

[clamoring]

- Way to go, guys!

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

- Home run!

Okay. Come on, Roberta,

you can do it.

The home-run mama

steps up to the plate.

Let's get him on second.

Let's go!

(Kenny)

'Come on, Roberta,

hit that ball!'

Guys? Move it in!

(Kenny)

'Come on, Roberta, you can

do it. Hit over their heads!'

[indistinct chatter]

- Come on!

- Keep your eye on the ball.

Come on, Roberta! Whoo!

♪ To take a second look ♪

This is for yesterday.

Go, Roberta! You can do it!

Hit it over their heads!

- Shut up.

- 'Here we go.'

(Samantha)

'Don't pay attention to them,

Roberta. Concentrate.'

Whoo!

- Foul ball!

- Foul!

Strike one.

Yes!

Come on, Roberta! Touchdown!

(boy #2)

'Hey, batter, batter, batter!'

'Hey, batter, batter, batter!'

'Hey, batter, batter!'

Hello, dear.

Get lost, nerd-o.

[giggles]

[indistinct chatter]

(Samantha)

'Okay. Let's go, Roberta.

Home run. All the way home.'

Who are you kidding?

Girls can't play softball.

What did you say?

Uh-oh.

I said,

girls can't play softball.

What's she doing?

Roberta, remember,

you're a lady.

♪ Ah pu pu pum pum ♪

♪ Oh whoa ♪

Why don't you go home

and play with your dolls?

The only doll Roberta's got

is a G.I. Joe.

- Ooh!

- 'What are you doing?'

Fight!

[all clamoring]

- Come on!

- Oh, my God!

[all clamoring]

Come on! Yeah!

[all clamoring]

- Wait, Roberta!

- Stop!

- That's enough!

- Roberta!

You wimp.

[laughing]

- Roberta, look at your hair.

- You wimp!

- Crazy bitch.

- Foul mouth.

How does it feel to get the crap

kicked out of you

by a girl, huh?

It's too bad your mother's dead.

Somebody needs to teach you

to act like a girl.

[groans]

[grunts]

- Fight!

- Fight!

[indistinct yelling]

♪ I want you back ♪

♪ Forget what happened then ♪

♪ I want you back ♪

♪ And let me live again ♪

♪ Oh baby I will try ♪

♪ To let her go.. ♪♪

There you are!

Samantha, I want you to meet

a friend of mine.

- This is Mr. Kent.

- Hey, Samantha.

'Boy, your mom's

been tellin' me'

'all kinds of great things

about you.'

Says you're a real good kid.

[chuckles]

It's a pleasure.

Samantha?

Samantha?

[chuckling]

Great pleasure to meet ya,

little lady.

[whistles]

You're a looker, too.

[chuckles]

Just like your mommy.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

So, Samantha, your mom tells me

you're real interested

in science.

Science fiction.

You ever, uh, been

to the Smithsonian?

Oh, let me tell ya,

that's somethin' to see.

Phew. That place is big!

Ha-ha. Bigger than big.

[laughs]

Ahem.

'I don't know, mom,

uh, we might need to plan'

'a trip to D.C.

before school starts.'

What do-what do you think?

That would be just great!

Wouldn't that be just great,

Samantha?

[sighs]

[Kent coughs]

I think we all might

have a pretty good time.

My dad's gonna take us there.

[chuckles]

Well, hell..

[laughs]

Mr. Kent?

Oh, uh, please call me "Bud."

"Bug?"

[coughs]

No. Bu-duh. Duh.

[chuckles]

B.. B-U-D.

Uh, well, Bu-duh..

...you have a piece of f-food

stuck in your teeth.

[screaming]

- Damn it.

- Oh! Oh!

It's fine. It's okay.

'Just hold on.

I'll be right back.'

Okay. Oh, boy.

[chuckles]

Darn. Do I.. Uh, how's my..

- 'Well, it's gone. It's gone.'

- 'It's gone?'

Thanks. Ha-ha!

First-date jitters.

Wow, Bud, that's a pretty scarf.

Oh. Uh, thank you, Angela.

[chuckles]

Oh, boy.

- Use this. Oh.

- Thank you. Hah!

I got your chair

pretty good there.

- It's fine.

- Ha-ha.

(Mrs. Albertson)

'That should fit, huh?'

'Whoops!'

Um.. Ahem.

[laughs]

Well?

Samantha?

'Samantha!'

[indistinct chatter]

[mellow music]

Love means never having to say

you're sorry.

How's the movie?

Tearjerker.

How come you're out so late?

Just need to do some thinking.

In the summer?

You wanna go try

out the tree house?

Sure.

You're not following through.

[scoffs]

Who asked you?

See ya.

Hey.

[grunts]

Let's go.

[grunts]

Let's go.

You're pretty good.

- You know?

- Thanks.

And I mean, like,

not just for a girl, you know?

For a guy.

Thanks.

Hey, um..

...you want a pop or something?

Cool.

That'd be great.

- Roberta?

- What?

Why do you think

we fight all the time?

Just something to do, I guess.

'Cause, you know,

I was wondering..

'Cause I think you're

a really nice girl.

[chuckles]

I always thought you hated me.

So did I.

- Roberta?

- What?

Um..

Can I kiss you?

What are you mumbling?

Um..

Would it be alright if..

Can I kiss you?

- I guess.

- Great. You ready?

- Like, you wanna do it now?

- Sure.

I mean, if you want to.

Okay.

[sighs]

That was great.

It was okay.

- Scott?

- Yeah?

If you mention this to anyone,

especially your brothers

I'll beat the shit out of you.

Okay.

- 'Truth or dare?'

- 'Truth.'

(Teeny)

'If you were stranded

on a deserted island'

'with me, Chrissy, and Roberta'

'and there was nothing

to eat whatsoever'

'who would you kill for food?'

I dispute the question.

The odds of that happening

are slim and nil.

You still have to answer.

Then, Chrissy, I guess.

Why?

'Cause she'd feed more people.

[both giggle]

Truth or dare?

Truth.

[sighs]

Do you like your parents?

I don't really know my parents.

But as far as I can tell..

...they're assholes.

You know, I believe

what that soldier said

about your parents

not always being right.

I mean,

just 'cause they're adults

doesn't mean they know shit.

Well, I never thought they did.

I did.

[mellow music]

My dad moved out.

They're getting a divorce.

But I thought

your parents got along.

- I lied.

- 'Why?'

I don't know.

I just wanted to have

a normal family, you know?

Like "The Brady Bunch."

Well, six kids

sharing one bathroom

does not sound like fun to me.

Besides, Mike and Carol

are widowed.

Well, then,

"The Partridge Family."

Shirley Jones is a widow.

Buffy and Jody,

they're orphans. Um..

'"Courtship of Eddie's Father,"

widower.'

"My Three Sons," widower.

"Bonanza," widower.

"Beverly Hillbillies.."

- Widower.

- 'Widower.'

You see, Sam?

There are no perfect families.

It's normal for things

to be shitty.

Yeah.

Well, it might be normal..

...but it still hurts.

[music continues]

[sighs]

All those parents died, Teeny.

My dad chose to leave.

I really miss him.

[music continues]

[sobbing]

It's okay.

It's okay.

[sniffles]

I'll always be here for you.

Thanks.

What are you doing?

You love those.

[music continues]

(Samantha)

When you're 12, without effort,

you live in the moment.

You don't regret the past

or worry about the future.

And at that moment

in the tree house

Teeny filled my heart

with hope and comfort.

Best friends for life.

For life.

[thunder rumbling]

- We better go.

- Yeah.

(Teeny)

You know, I heard

in another ten years

half the population's

gonna be divorced.

I find that really

hard to believe.

Come on,

let's get outta here!

[thunder rumbling]

[rain pattering]

- Teeny!

- What?

- It's gone!

- What'd you lose?

My bracelet!

It just fell off!

Well, let's come back

in the morning. It's raining.

We have to find it now.

There it is!

- Look!

- I don't see it!

It's in there! See?

I'll get it.

- Damn!

- It's okay. I can get it.

- Be careful!

- I will! Hold that!

[thunder rumbling]

Oh, God.

- Got it? Watch your head.

- Yeah.

There's a lotta stuff

down here.

Look, a yo-yo!

Cool. Hurry up, okay?

'It's really starting to pour.'

Okay.

- Got it!

- 'Great! Now, come on!'

- Let's get outta here!

- 'Okay!'

[thunder rumbling]

Samantha!

'Sam!'

Oh, Sam!

[grunts]

Oh!

Sam! Sam!

- Teeny, gimme your hand!

- 'Here!'

[grunting]

- I'm slipping!

- No!

- Hold on!

- No!

- Aah!

- Sam!

- Aah!

- 'No!'

Sam!

Help me! Teeny!

[rat squeaking]

[screams]

Teeny, help me!

Okay. I will!

Help me, Teeny!

[screams]

Somebody!

Help!

- 'Aah!'

- Sam!

I'm coming, Sam!

- 'Aah!'

- Oh!

Teeny! Help me!

No!

Sam!

Teeny! Teeny!

Sam!

[sobbing]

[instrumental music]

[splashes]

Sam!

[gasping]

Oh, Sam!

Sam!

[coughing]

[exhales]

Okay.

It's okay.

It's over.

Come on now.

Come on now, dear.

Come on.

Here.

[coughs]

[gasps]

Why are you afraid of me?

It's weird the way

you only come out at night.

It's...kinda scary, you know?

Yeah, well, uh..

I don't like to see

a lot of people.

I don't think

they like to see a lot of me.

[music continues]

You get her home, huh?

See ya around, Pete.

[music continues]

If he wouldn't

have been there, Sam..

[sobbing]

(Samantha)

Teeny and I both knew

what would've happened

had he not been there,

and on that night

we caught a glimpse of a hero

in Crazy Pete.

["Sugar, Sugar"

by The Archies]

♪ Sugar ♪

♪ Da da da da da da ♪

♪ Oh honey honey ♪

♪ Da da da da da da ♪

♪ You are my candy girl ♪

♪ And you got me wanting you ♪

Roberta, you missed a spot.

Why don't you get your butt

off the asphalt and help?

You know if I don't eat

every few hours, I get nauseous.

♪ Candy girl ♪

♪ And you got me wanting you ♪

Wormer alert.

I thought I smelled

something foul.

Maybe it's your armpits,

lard butt.

Oh, your wit astounds me.

Hey, I ain't no nitwit.

Come on, man,

let's get outta here.

Ladies.

♪ Oh honey honey ♪

What's his problem?

Maybe he's a pod person. He-he.

Maybe he's not such a creep

after all.

- Hey, man! Ow!

- Ha-ha-ha!

Gotcha.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ Ah sugar sugar ♪

♪ You are my candy girl.. ♪

(Samantha)

That was the day that Roberta

quit taping her boobs.

[music continues]

♪ When I kissed you girl ♪

♪ I knew how sweet

a kiss could be ♪

♪ I knew how sweet

a kiss can be.. ♪♪

[doorbell chimes]

I didn't know you're bringing

the whole neighborhood.

- Come on in. Come on in.

- Hi.

I got a whole pitcher

of fresh lemonade for ya.

Sit down, girls.

Samantha,

how are you holdin' up?

- I'm fine, grandma.

- I'm glad to hear it.

I've been worried to death

about you.

- I'm really okay.

- Oh, good.

She's just fine, Mrs. Albertson.

We're taking good care of her.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

Oh, let's see now.

We have extra company.

One, two, three..

So, I'll get some glasses

and then you can ask me

this important question

you need to know.

Alright?

Sam, why is your grandma

so worried about you?

Who knows?

Here we are.

Alright. Chrissy.

Roberta, Teeny, and Samantha.

Alright. And me.

Bottoms up.

Mm.

[slurping]

(Grandma Albertson)

'How is it?'

- It's great.

- 'Good.'

[girls coughing]

Mm. It's refreshing.

Well..

Grandma, do you remember

a little boy our age

and his mother

who died here in 1945?

'Jonathan

and Beverly Anne Simms?'

We were just wondering

how they died.

Did something terrible

happen to them?

Yes.

But it's the kinda thing

you don't wanna hear about.

(Samantha)

Please? We wanna know.

Unh-unh. You'll have nightmares

for weeks.

- 'Come on, Mrs. Albertson.'

- 'Please, Mrs. Albertson.'

'Tell us.'

Yeah, come on, grandma.

What happened?

I-it took me a long time to..

...to forget that

terrible tragedy, Samantha

and I don't, uh, I don't wanna

dredge it up again.

Well...you're just

like your grandpa.

All that junk

he piled up in the attic.

He had these

weird fascinations..

...the old poop.

Curious about everything

that went on in this town.

[car horn honks]

Oh, God.

Dear Lord.

Old Eda. Old Maude.

'Drink up, everybody!'

I'd love to chat,

but I've got a big..

...Bingo tournament

over in Farmland.

Oh. Alright.

Get a move on, girls!

I wanna make sure

I get some good cards this time.

Come on, get out. My keys.

Come on. Hurry, everybody.

Hurry it up!

We're gonna be late!

Bye, grandma.

- 'Bye, Mrs. Albertson.'

- Bye!

You come and see me

again soon, Samantha!

(Samantha)

Okay!

They must love Bingo.

[engine revving]

We really should hurry up.

We could get in trouble

for this.

Come on, Chrissy.

- Don't drop me.

- Okay. On three.

Hey, now, pull.

One, two, three.

[grunts]

(Samantha)

'I know grandpa's scrapbooks

are in here somewhere.'

- Find anything?

- Not yet.

[instrumental music on stereo]

Sam, I think I found something.

(Samantha)

'Those are my parents.'

[sighs]

They make a great couple.

Yeah.

Jackpot!

They were murdered.

'"Beverly Anne Simms and

her 12-year-old son Jonathan'

"were found brutally murdered

late Friday night.

"Their bodies were discovered

by Peter Simms.

"After leaving the Sidecar Pub

around midnight

"he entered his house

to find his wife and son

"had been shot to death.

'"The sheriff's department

believes a burglar'

'"was caught off-guard

and killed the two witnesses'

'"when they apparently woke

from their sleep.'

'"They have no clues

as to a suspect.'

'"The sheriff has

every reason to believe'

'"the robber was probably

just passing through'

and has left the area."

It's an editorial from

my grandfather to the paper.

"What appears to be

isn't at all.

"That's the knowledge we've

gained from the brutal deaths

"of Jonathan

and Beverly Anne Simms.

'"If we thought Shelby

was a safe, sleepy town'

"sheltered from the violence

of the outside world

we were deceived."

Shelby is a safe town.

If something like this

could happen here

think of how bad

it must be out there.

[music continues]

[groans]

[clatters]

Roberta, it's okay.

No, it's not okay!

'It's not okay!'

Why did they have to die?

Why did she have to die?

[crying]

My dad lied to me,

he said that

this beautiful angel

swooped down to earth

and he carried her away.

Before she had a second

to feel any pain!

[sobbing]

Why did she have to die?

Why did he have to lie to me?

He's all I have left,

and he lied.

[sobbing continues]

[mellow music]

He's not all you have left.

[sniffles]

All I can count on is you guys.

I know how you feel.

What do you mean?

My dad moved out.

They're getting a divorce.

A divorce?

I'm sorry, Sam.

Screw 'em.

You guys have us.

I say we make a pact.

Here and now.

We're here for each other always

no matter what happens in life.

If Teeny goes off to Hollywood

or I marry a rich doctor..

...we remember this day

and this pact.

Whenever we need a friend

we're here for each other.

We can count on it.

Always.

No matter what.

It's a pact.

All for one..

(all)

And one for all.

Now more than ever we need

to put Dear Johnny to rest.

- Is everybody ready?

- Ready.

- Ready.

- Ready.

We brought Dear Johnny

back from the dead

and it's up to us

to send him home.

Close your eyes.

[clears throat]

Guide us in our pursuit

of the spirit world.

Keep our circle safe

from those who promote evil

and seek to harm.

Dear Johnny, we know

you and your mother

were brutally murdered.

Did you come back

to tell us who did it?

We're here to help you

rest in peace, Johnny.

We're listening.

[wind whooshing]

He's here.

(Samantha)

Don't break the circle.

Tell us who did it, Johnny.

We're here to help.

Holy moly!

[screaming]

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

[screaming]

[screaming]

It's the killer!

Please don't hurt us!

Hey. This isn't a playground.

It's a cemetery.

[sighs]

And you kids should have

a little respect for the dead.

Hey, we have a lot of respect

for the dead, okay?

Yeah, that's why we're here.

We resurrected Dear Johnny

from the grave.

Oh, really?

Well, how do you think

his tombstone

got cracked down the middle?

I...knocked it over

with my tractor.

- You did?

- Yeah. Uh-huh.

'It's not easy movin' around

all these headstones.'

[dramatic music]

[chuckles]

I'm not doing any more

of these dumb seances.

They're a waste of time.

I just can't believe

we thought we did it.

Well, what about

the tarot cards and--

Get over it.

[music continues]

(Samantha)

I knew at that moment

our days of playing

make-believe were over.

As we grow older, it becomes

difficult to just believe.

It's not that we don't want to

but too much has happened

and we can't.

[music continues]

Let's go.

Hey, look, it's Crazy Pete.

Let's just leave him alone,

okay?

[music continues]

What's wrong?

I-I forgot something

in the cemetery.

I'll catch up.

You want me to come with you?

No. I'll be okay.

[music continues]

[crickets chirping]

Pete?

You're Peter Simms?

They were my family.

It's a terrible thing

that happened to them.

I'm sorry.

For the longest time,

I thought I could've stopped it

if I woulda been home

instead of down at that bar.

[music continues]

But you were there for me.

I-I've wasted a lot of years..

...afraid to face people.

M-mostly afraid to face myself.

I'm scared, too.

[music continues]

What's your name?

Samantha.

Well, Samantha

things will happen in your life

that you can't stop

but that's no reason

to shut out the world.

There's a purpose

for the good and for the bad.

[music continues]

(Samantha)

He gave me the only gift

he could

the lesson it had taken him

a lifetime to learn.

And although I understood

the importance of his words

it's only now, looking back

that I understand

their meaning.

Rest in peace, Dear Johnny.

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

- Stop messing around.

- I'm busy.

Besides, I look better

with makeup on.

Yeah.

What's that supposed to mean?

(Samantha)

We all used to try so hard

to fit in.

We wanted to look exactly alike

do all the same things

practically be the same people.

And when we weren't looking

that changed.

The tree house was supposed

to bring us more independence

but what the summer

actually brought

was independence

from each other.

(Roberta)

Samantha.

Samantha!

[Chrissy groaning]

'Samantha.'

Samantha.

- What?

- 'Oh!'

Your car is blockin' my jeep.

Oh, shit! The keys.

(Teeny)

It's coming.

I think I saw its head.

- You saw its head?

- You didn't see its head?

- You didn't see its head?

- Oh-h!

No. Forget the keys.

Take the limo.

- The limo?

- Yeah.

- Limo.

- Yeah, we'll take the limo.

- Go get the bags, call Morton.

- Alright. No, here.

No, no, no, wait.

Don't-don't leave me alone here.

Alright, let's get you

to the car

before you have another

one of those fits.

[groans]

- How you doin'?

- Hi.

- Get out. I need your car.

- Pardon me?

I have a pregnant lady here.

I have to get her

to the hospital.

It's no problem, ma'am,

you just tell me where it is

and I'll get you there

in a jiffy.

Well, a jiffy isn't gonna do it.

Hey, move it, buster!

See?

[indistinct chatter]

[Chrissy groaning]

Thank you very much.

(Samantha)

'Alright, just tell him..'

Have a nice day.

[car starts]

Go!

[engine revving]

[tires squealing]

(Roberta)

You know, this has

pretty good suspension.

- 'Watch it!'

- Sorry.

Morton's in the middle

of a root canal

but he'll meet us

at the hospital.

There's oodles of room

back here.

- Um, should you be doing this?

- Is that a VCR?

I can't believe

there's a VCR in here.

Roberta! There's a VCR in here!

Yeah? Does it have a remote?

[groaning]

Okay, enough screaming.

Thank you.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

[breathing rapidly]

Chrissy, your uncle.

Oh, no, it isn't.

- Aah!

- Oh, shit!

No swearing around my baby.

Shi-i-i-t!

(Roberta)

Chrissy, you're gonna

have to push.

- Come on, Chrissy, push.

- You push yourself!

- I am!

- Come on, Chrissy, push!

Oh, God! I've changed my mind

about the drug.

It's too late for that.

Give me the drugs

or I'll kill you!

Just give her the drugs.

Just give her the drugs.

Hey, you are gonna

have to calm down, alright?

'Now, push, Chris, push!'

Mm...God!

Come on, I-I can see the head.

I see the head.

- Oh! Wait.

- 'Oh! Come on.'

You really can see

its little head.

Is it supposed

to look like that?

Yes. Chris you're doing great.

- Is it a boy or a girl?

- I don't know.

So far, it's just a head.

Alright, We're almost there.

'One more big one, Chris.

You can do it.'

- Come on.

- Here comes the big one.

Chrissy, push.

You're almost there, Chris.

'You're almost there.

One more big one, Chris.'

'Come on!'

[groaning]

No. I want it out of me!

Get it out! Get it out!

Oh, get it out of her.

Get it out of her.

Ahh!

[baby cooing]

It's a girl.

'Beautiful baby girl.'

Oh.

Oh! It's my baby!

[Chrissy laughing]

[baby crying]

Shh!

[sniffles]

(Chrissy)

'Hey, you charmer.

Oh, hi.

[baby cries]

Am I too late?

No, Morton.

Look, it's your baby.

Hello, dear.

We have a baby girl.

[whispers]

Hi.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

(Chrissy)

'See?'

(Samantha)

'She really is beautiful.'

You know, kinda looks

like Rush Limbaugh.

Very funny, Roberta.

Chrissy, truth or dare?

Oh.

Truth.

- Are you happy?

- Yes.

I'm so happy I feel like

I could just bust

'and shoot happiness out

all over everywhere.'

[giggling]

- Roberta, truth or dare?

- Truth.

(Teeny)

'Just how big

are your boobs now?'

Well, just how big

are your boobs?

36-D and worth every penny.

[Teeny giggles]

D. Who knew?

(Teeny)

'Sam, truth or dare?'

Truth.

Are you happy?

Not really.

But I just figured

that it's normal

for things to be shitty.

(Chrissy)

'Huh. Hmm.'

Look, I got an A-plus

on career day.

I musta just missed that class

on personal relationships.

Well, maybe you should integrate

color into your wardrobe.

Men love pastels on a woman.

[laughing]

It's not about pastels or men.

It's about me.

What are you talking about,

Sam?

[sighs]

I've had how many relationships

in how many years

and I've run from every one of

them, which doesn't make it easy

to get to that next level.

The intimacy level.

Well, if you don't fall

in love, you can't get hurt.

But it sure is lonely

all by yourself.

Yeah, it is.

Hey, you guys remember

that summer with Crazy Pete?

Mm, God, we loved a mystery,

didn't we?

Did we have fun

that summer or what?

Yeah, it was the best.

You know, I used to send

Crazy Pete

a Christmas card every year

with some cash?

'But it came back last year.'

Yeah, he died.

Oh.

You know,

I never told you guys this

but Pete was

Dear Johnny's father.

(Roberta)

'What?'

- He was?

- How did you know that?

Well, do you remember

our last seance in the cemetery?

I went back, and Pete was there

putting flowers

on Johnny's grave.

He said something that

didn't mean as much then

as it does now.

He told me that

things happen in life

that you can't stop

but it wasn't a reason

to shut out the world.

[sighs]

Wow.

I realize that

I've been so afraid

of the bad things that, um..

That I've missed out

on the good.

You know, I didn't wanna

come back here.

But I'm really glad I did.

I'd forgotten how much it helped

to have you guys as friends.

We're really lucky

to have this place..

...and each other.

Boy, and there is a part of me

that would like to

just stay here forever.

I wouldn't go that far.

[laughing]

But it would be nice to

come back and visit more often.

I agree.

Let's make it a pact.

["Now and Then"

by Susanna Hoffs]

All for one..

(all)

And one for all.

♪ It started out ♪

♪ Just like any summer ♪

♪ The days we felt.. ♪

(children)

'Red Rover, Red Rover'

'send Anthony right over!'

♪ That's where we ♪

♪ Found each other.. ♪

Come on.

(Samantha)

You can run from

the disappointments

you're trying to forget.

But it's only when

you embrace your past

that you truly move forward.

Maybe Thomas Wolfe

never got to go home again

but I found my way there.

And I'm glad I did.

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ You're my friend ♪

♪ Don't say goodbye again ♪

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ Don't have to look back ♪

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ You're right here with me ♪

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ You're my friend ♪

♪ Don't say goodbye again ♪

♪ Lookin' in your eyes ♪

♪ Was like a mirror ♪

♪ Every single joy and fear ♪

♪ All for one ♪

♪ And one for all ♪

♪ Yeah we did it ♪

♪ All ♪

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ Don't have to look back ♪

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ You're right here with me ♪

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ You're my friend ♪

♪ Don't say goodbye again ♪

♪ And though ♪

♪ It was long long ago ♪

♪ Ahh ♪

♪ So here ♪

♪ Here inside ♪

♪ I know ♪

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ Don't have to look back ♪

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ You're right here with me ♪

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ You're my friend ♪

♪ Don't say goodbye again ♪

♪ Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh ♪

♪ Ahh-ahh-ahh ♪

♪ Lookin' in your eyes ♪

♪ Was like a mirror ♪

♪ Every single joy and fear ♪

♪ All for one ♪

♪ And one for all ♪

♪ Yeah we did it ♪

♪ All ♪

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ Now and then ♪

♪ You're my friend ♪

♪ Don't say goodbye ♪

♪ Don't say goodbye ♪

♪ Don't say goodbye again ♪

♪ Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh ♪

♪ Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh ♪

♪ Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh ♪

♪ Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh ♪

♪ Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh ♪

♪ Ahh ♪♪

[music continues]

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