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Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty. Come on, kitty.

Come up, kitty.

Here, kitty. Come on, kitty.

'Come on.'

'That's it. That's a good girl.'

Is that a good kitty?

Is that what you wanted?

What a sweet kitty-cat?

Does that make you feel nice?

[intense music]

[snarling]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[instrumental "For Elise"]

[instrumental music]

[tires screeching]

Leroy, if I wanted a statue out here

I'd have gotten one of those cast iron jockeys.

Ma'am?

You've been standing in that same spot

since I left for the gym.

'Look, what you've done here.'

You've broken off some of my chrysanthemums.

Oh, no, Ms. Breedlove, ma'am. That wasn't me.

That was that ugly, little black and white dog

down the street.

I shooed him away real good though.

[instrumental "For Elise"]

- Where you going, Emory? - Uh, post office.

- Back for lunch. - Naturally.

[chuckles] Develop any new muscles at the gym today?

- You'll be the first to know. - Certainly hope so.

[music continues]

[music continues]

(Christine) 'Rachel, you've got a visitor.'

Grandpa!

There's my girl. My girl, my girl.

I didn't know you were coming.

As a matter of fact, I just dropped by to say goodbye.

Grandpa's going off on another lecture tour.

- Can I come with you? - No, you'd be bored to tears.

- No, I wouldn't. - Yes, you would.

Even your grandmother, rest her soul, used to say

"God made me a writer and not a talker."

Do they pay you when you lecture people?

Of course, grandpa's one of the best political analyst

in the country.

Yes, tryin' to make sense out of total lunacy.

Anyway, what do you want me to bring you back as a present?

Daddy, you don't have to do that every time.

I always bring her a present. Don't I, sweetheart?

[chuckles] Well, look who's little Ms. Perky all of a sudden?

Um, what do you mean?

Well, she's been mopping around here since yesterday.

She wanted to win the penmanship medal at school, but she didn't.

Oh.

It's the only medal they give out.

(Richard) 'Well, in that case'

we'll have to bring you something extra special.

What kind of a school gives it's only medal for penmanship?

At the Fern Academy, I think the 20th century is an elective.

'Can I drop you to the airport?'

No, you'll be late for the picnic. I've got a cab waiting.

Picnic. Rachel, we're late for the picnic.

- You haven't changed yet. - This is what I'm wearing.

What, to the beach?

It's too cold for swimming and I hate jeans.

Uh, you'll be the only one in a dress.

Well, good. Little girls should look like little girls.

These days they seem more like boat people from a thrift shop.

- Well, at least get a sweater. - Okay, mommy.

Taking up tap dancing, too?

Oh, oh, I've taken up economy.

She goes through a pair of shoes every couple of months.

- So I put taps on them. - Chris, Chris.

From the time Jimmy died

I have told you not to worry about money.

You give me too much already.

I don't give you anything. I pay you a salary.

If you hired a real secretary

it would cost a lot less and she could spell better.

Last real secretary I had, put me on a plane

for Springfield, Massachusetts

instead of Springfield, Illinois.

I don't know, I still feel...I feel--

You feel what? Like you're taking advantage of me?

Come on, Chris, for God's sake, you're my only child.

Rachel's my only grandchild.

I know, but you've just done everything for us.

I mean, you moved us back here. You gave me a job.

- You found the apartment. - I didn't find anything.

Emory and Monica found the whole building.

Even talked me into being an investor.

So, when the apartment became available

it just seemed unnatural.

Don't you think I should've done some of it myself?

Sure and you should've been president of IBM

and Jimmy should've left more insurance

and Nixon should've burned the taped.

Alright, alright.

[footsteps approaching]

(Richard) 'There she is, the princess of the picnic.'

Oh, taxi's getting impatient.

Knock 'em dead, sweetheart.

- Bye, daddy. - Bye bye!

Don't forget your suitcase.

Oh!

See, I'm helpless without you.

- Bye bye! - Have a safe trip.

'I will.'

That's my girl.

Bye bye!

Bye, grandpa.

Don't you know it's rude to stare at people?

Don't you know it's rude to tell people they're being rude?

[laughing]

Well, don't you look pretty today?

Guess what, sweetheart

Mrs. Breedlove has a surprise for you.

Oh, you seemed so disappointed yesterday when you didn't win

that medal at school. I bet you deserved it too, didn't you?

I write better than anybody in my class.

But, honey, the medal was for the most improved handwriting

and evidently that was Mark Daigler.

Whatever, Emory and I believe that the best deserves a prize

as much as the most improved. So here you are.

It's beautiful. Can I keep it?

For a big, fat kiss.

Ho, ho, ho! Oh!

'Oh, oh, ooh!'

You know, I was given that when I was about your age.

Can you believe I was ever your age?

Anyhow, look, it has that little garnet set in it

because that's my birthstone.

And I'm gonna have my jeweler put your birthstone in.

That's a turquoise, isn't it? Would you like that?

- Yes, but.. - But what, darling?

I can't decide. I love garnets, too.

(Monica) 'Well, I'll tell you what.'

We'll put a turquoise in and you keep the garnet.

- Oh, thank you, Aunt Monica! - Oh!

- Oh, Rachel.. - Christine, it's alright.

The girl's just got good taste.

You've seen this before, haven't you?

Of course, you've seen it, right?

Haven't taken it off in five years.

Emory says it holds my head on.

- It's pretty. - Yeah, I think so too.

I haven't been able to win an argument all day.

Means you get the garnet.

Keep the locket till I call my jeweler.

I'll go hide it in my treasure chest.

- Christine, I'm sorry if I-- - Oh, no, no, no.

It's alright, it's just, uh..

I don't know. Sometimes she seems...so greedy.

Everybody's greedy. Children don't hide it as well as we do.

I think a lot of it's my fault. Ever since her father died, I..

I'm afraid I went overboard, you know.

Trying to make sure she wouldn't feel deprived about anything.

It's just, I think I've ended up doing a marvelous job

of spoiling her rotten.

Of course, her grandfather doesn't help--

Your father is one of our oldest friends and I can tell you

his biggest joy in life is having you and Rachel here.

In fact, we don't mind having you around ourselves.

- I mean, you talk crazy. - Oh, thanks, Monica.

I wouldn't worry about Rachel. She's a treasure.

- Yeah, I'll see you later. - Mmm. Bye, thanks.

Rachel.

Rachel honey, you've gotta hurry up. You're gonna be late.

(Rachel) 'I'm almost ready.'

Alright, I'll pull the car out and meet you downstairs.

'Okay.'

- You did it on purpose. - Oh, I'm sorry. Here.

I'll clean those cute, little shoes up just as good as new.

- Stop that! - He he he.

Stop that..

[crashes]

Uh-oh!

Mrs. Breedlove's gonna be mad about you breaking that pot.

Not when I tell her you did it.

She'll believe me more than you.

Pretty smart, ain't ya?

Almost as smart as me.

I'm smarter than you.

[car honking]

I am.

I don't want you to have anything to do with that man.

- Why not? - I'm not sure.

I just don't like him, that's all.

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[intense music]

[indistinct chattering]

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- 'It's our last one.' - Yeah.

It's pretty neat, huh?

- Sets me free. - Oh, really?

Hi.

I want to see the medal.

- You can see it from there. - No, I can't.

What do you wanna see it for anyway?

'Cause it's really mine.

That's a lie. I won it fair and square.

No, you didn't.

You cheated.

You just pretended to write bad when school started

so it would like you've improved the most.

You're crazy, you know that?

[dramatic music]

- 'Who are they?' - I don't know.

They're in my sister's class.

Says the girl's weird.

(female #1) 'Better be getting back, huh?'

[indistinct chattering]

[intense music]

[music continues]

- Jimmy Crawfield? - Here.

- Debra Crayton? - Here.

Mark Daigler?

Speak up, Mark.

(Alice) 'Has anyone seen Mark Daigler?'

'Ms. Reuben, Ms. Bradley'

'organize the class in a search team.'

[indistinct chattering]

(all) Mark! Mark!

[indistinct chattering on radio]

[intense music]

[music continues]

(Christine) 'The little boy drowned. What a terrible thing.'

- Did she see it happen? - 'Oh, I hope not.'

'Rachel's already had to deal with death'

more than any child should have to.

She was almost eight years old when Jimmy's plane crashed and..

It was all over the television news..

They showed the rescue team coming in and..

[sighs] When they sh..

Well, I mean, Rachel saw her own father

and you could tell it was him..

[sighs] ...being put in one of those body bags.

Why do they think people wanna see things like that?

I don't know, and besides of all that, uh..

...it was Mrs. Post, the neighbor that we had.

She lived upstairs in Chicago and she was a dear old lady.

She just adored Rachel.

One day, she slipped and fell down a flight of stairs.

- Rachel saw it happen. - Oh, my God!

Well, you know that antique Christmas ornament

that she has in her room?

- 'Hanging from her bed?' - It's beautiful.

Well, Mrs. Post made arrangements for her to have it

when she died and..

I wonder sometimes what goes through her mind.

You know, when she looks at it.

(Christine) 'What kind of association she makes.'

And now, one of her classmates at school.

I just know that, well, I couldn't handle it very well.

Handle what? Death? Who can?

Well, except for Emory, of course.

He just revels in it. The gorier, the better.

May I remind you that violent death or at least writing

about it keeps us even with inflation.

- But you enjoy it too much. - Murder is fascinating.

Well, it isn't to me, I'm afraid.

Oh, I have this recurring nightmare

that somebody's trying to kill me.

- Really? Who? - You know, I'm not sure.

It's just all, kind of, hazy.

Yes, but in the dream, what happens?

Christine, don't, don't play.

She'll only do some bizarre number on you out of her

old Freudian days. Give you worse nightmares.

(Monica) 'You're a great one to talk about giving people nightmares.'

Writing a whole book about a mass murderer.

Does the world really need that?

- 'Hi.' - 'Hi, darling'

- They brought us home early. - Oh, wait, wait.

I know, they phoned from school.

Did they tell you what happened?

Mark Daigler fell in the ocean and got drowned.

I know, we've heard.

I'm going out to skate. Is that okay?

Um, well, sure, that's fine.

Ah!

I mean, is that natural?

Oh, Christine, you're such a worrywart.

You were afraid she'd be upset. Now, you're worried she isn't.

- Oh, excuse me, just a moment. - Sure.

Here, Emory, have a drop.

Rachel.

[sighs] Rachel, you alright?

I'm fine.

Did you see Mark? I mean, afterwards?

Sure, they pulled him up on the sand and a policeman tried

to breathe in his mouth and everything

but it didn't do any good.

I guess he was already dead.

- Can I go out now? - Um, sure.

(Rachel) 'Bye, Aunt Monica. Bye, Mr. Breedlove.'

- 'Bye, sweetheart.' - 'Goodnight, Rachel.'

(Monica) 'Is that an angel? That's an angel.'

- 'I was never that polite.' - 'That's big news.'

- 'Maybe when I was little boy.' - 'You were a little boy? When?'

(Emory) 'You know what puzzles me.'

Why is it Aunt Monica and Mr. Breedlove?

And those shoe skates would be marvelous in my day.

I was always losing my skate key.

Are you really worried about her?

I don't know. Um, she just seems so unaffected.

Christine, I was 13 when my father died

'and I didn't cry at all.'

But about a month later, I was doing my homework..

...I started bawling like a baby.

Sometimes, it just takes a while.

But Rachel still hasn't cried for her father

and it's been over a year.

Oh, children have these wonderful defense mechanisms.

You know, block those things out, deny the fact of death

altogether and look at the games they play.

They shoot each other, get right up again.

Jimmy gave me a gun.

He travelled a lot, he wanted me to feel safe but..

Can't even bring myself to look at it.

You should have Emory around more often.

He can make death, guns, and all those grizzly things

seem almost commonplace. Even boring, I'm afraid.

I'll tell you what's really boring.

EST, Predikin, Nautilus, TM, deep analysis--

- You forgot my primal therapy. - No, Lord knows I've tried.

Yeah.

Speaking of analysis, I wanna hear more about your dream.

Oh, no, no. I wanna hear more about Emory's new book.

- A mass murderer? - A serial murderer.

Helen Allison, she's one of the all time greats.

And you can really make somebody like that seem commonplace.

Or boring.

I see London. I see France. Ha ha.

I heard on the radio about your little boyfriend drowning.

He wasn't my boyfriend.

'He had these funny bruises all over his head and hands.'

So what?

So, I think it's pretty mean you're going out roller-skating

and having fun while your little boyfriend is stretched out

as cold as a fish on some undertaker's slab.

I told you he wasn't my boyfriend.

Still, you oughta feel more sorry about what happened.

Why should I feel sorry? He's the one who's dead.

See, because Helen Allison was a nurse.

Didn't seem particularly..

...suspicious when one of her patients died.

But then somebody finally figured out..

...all of her patients died.

[laughs] 'Twenty two murders.'

You see what I mean by reveling in it. He's actually smiling.

Grief does seem a little inappropriate.

What makes people do that sort of thing?

Greed. Real kinky sexual orientation.

'Need to rid people who could blow the whistle.'

Can't we talk about something pleasant like nuclear war?

When you talk about your world-class killers..

...you have to discount mass murderers.

People who just go berserk, go get all drugged up

and kill a bunch of people at random.

And you can't count gangsters

because they mostly killed each other.

Now, when you talk about your real greats

you have to talk about the serial murderers.

'People who went about it over a period of years.'

Systematically and in cold blood.

Like maybe, Lucas or..

'...Gacy or certainly Starkweather.'

Denker, Crippen, Gein.

- All your heroes. - Did you say Denker?

Bessie Denker, ha! There was a real beauty.

Apparently, just a normal wife and mother.

'Except somebody finally connected her directly'

to 13 murders, all members of her own family.

- What finally happened to her? - Died in prison? I think.

Well, if you really wanna know about her, ask your father.

- My father? - 'Uh-huh.'

When I lifted Harold's crime desk

to go into detective fiction

your father went into political reporting.

I always told him he made the more logical transition.

'Anyway, your dad covered the whole Denker business.'

The investigation, the trial, all of it...in the 50's.

You must have been all of two at the time.

(Emory) 'Well, Bessie never racked up Helen Allison's numbers'

but she was still one of the greats.

'Oh, I didn't tell you how, uh'

'Allison's last two victims died?'

[clears throat] 'Talk about grotesque.'

'One of them she strangled with a stethoscope--'

(Monica) 'Emory, I think you've spilled enough for one afternoon.'

'Christina, I wouldn't worry about Rachel.'

'She's more together than the rest of us. Come on, Emory.'

(Emory) 'I don't wanna go.'

'Just a second, just a second. Christine.'

One question. Tell me the truth.

- Was I boring? - Oh, no, far from it.

- See. - What's she gonna say?

- Goodbye, dear. - Bye. See.

[intense music]

"Halfway between the tall hedges that seemed to touch

the sky and the outside worlds had vanished."

It's Vitamin C time and then one more page.

You first.

"Then, the knight alit from his stead

and sought what way he could find out of this labyrinth."

Um, Rachel, you sure you won't have any bad dreams

about what happened on the picnic?

I never dream.

"The knight had not gone more than a dozen paces

"before he saw beside the path a beautiful lady

"who laid out a fair, damask cloth under an oak

'"and sat there on cakes and dainties'

'and a flagon with two sober cups."'

Christine!

[groaning]

Christine!

I'm not gonna hurt you. Where are you?

Ah!

Christine!

No!

[panting]

Oh!

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

[instrumental "For Elise"]

- Hello. - 'Mrs. Penmark.'

'This is Alice Fern, I was wondering'

'if you could come by my office sometime this afternoon.'

Uh, this afternoon?

'I realize it's rather short notice'

'but it is rather important.'

Can you tell me what this is about?

I'd rather not discuss it on the phone.

- 'Oh, will 2:30 be alright?' - 2:30 will be fine.

Goodbye, Mrs. Penmark.

Oh, goodbye.

(Christina) 'Rachel.'

[music continues]

Will you stop for a minute?

Do you have any idea why Ms. Fern would wanna see me?

Probably something bad about me.

- Now, why do you say that? - Because she doesn't like me.

Why doesn't she like you?

I don't know.

Alright, darling, finish your practicing.

[piano music]

(Alice) 'We've always prided ourselves on the fact'

'that beyond giving our children a solid educational background'

we, we try to instill values that will help them

take their places as contributing members of society.

Sorry, I don't understand what this has to do with Rachel.

Well, I won't beat around the bush.

What I've been leading up to is that..

...although Rachel may finish out the last days of this term..

...I'm afraid she will not be welcome back next semester.

Well, I hope you intend to tell me why.

Our decision was based primarily on her behavior

with respect to the tragic death of little Mark Daigler.

I think you better explain that.

One of our older girls saw Rachel arguing with the boy.

Saw her grab something off his sweater.

- Saw the boy run away from her. - What are you trying to say?

I mean, are you accusing Rachel of having anything to--

I'm not accusing Rachel but when I questioned her

she denied that any of those things had happened.

In short, Mrs. Penmark, she deliberately lied to me.

Never occurred to you that the other girl might be lying?

Why should she?

She didn't know either Rachel or Mark.

'And another girl verified her account.'

Also, I must tell you that when the body was recovered

Mark's penmanship medal was missing.

'The medal, Rachel I know thought she deserved.'

It must have fallen off in the water.

It's possible but I don't think--

You stay here. Rachel oughta hear this herself.

I don't think that's necessary.

I don't give a damn what you think.

Rachel, come in here, please.

No, it's alright. Come in.

Ms. Fern says you were seen by two other girls arguing

with Mark Daigler on the picnic day

and that you tried to take his medal from him?

Now, she also says that you lied to her.

I want you to tell her she's wrong.

- I did lie to her. - 'Rachel!'

I think you better tell me what exactly happened.

I saw Mark and asked him if I could see his medal.

He said try and get it.

(Rachel) 'So I raced for it'

and he started acting real crazy and ran away.

So, I just went back where everybody else was.

That's the last time that you saw him?

Except when the policeman pulled him outta the water.

And that's all that happened? Absolutely all?

That's all!

You didn't take the medal away from him?

- No! - Why did you lie to Ms. Fern?

I was afraid she'd blame me for what happened to Mark.

She hates me. She's hated me since I first came here.

You know that's not true, Rachel.

Please wait outside, darling.

Ms. Fern, uh..

...if you had made some effort to try to get to know Rachel.

If you'd...try to understand her special problems.

I don't know, to establish some kind of mutual trust.

Then she would've told you the truth from the beginning

'and we could have avoided all of this..'

...this ugliness.

I understand your feelings but there are things you don't know.

Things? What things?

Very well, if you insist.

There have been numerous incidents

of petty theft last semester.

'Money taken out of purses and lockers.'

We have reason to believe that Rachel may have been involved.

Well then, by God, call the police.

Please calm down, Mrs. Penmark.

What, are you serious?

I mean, you accuse my daughter of being a thief.

You practically accuse her of murder and I should calm down.

'I mean, what kind of woman are you?'

No, I insist that you call the police.

There is no need to bring in the police and cause a scandal

that will involve the school and your daughter, Mrs. Penmark.

'I think it is enough'

that Rachel will not be coming back next semester.

I know, but I, I'm sorry but you will have to go back.

- Please, mommy. - No.

If you don't finish, they probably won't give you

'credit for the semester.'

Mrs. Penmark.

I thought it must be you.

I mean, when I saw the little girl.

- You're Rachel, right? - I'm sorry.

I don't think we've met.

I'm Rita Daigler. My husband, Fred.

- Mark Daigler's parents. - That's right.

You knew our son, didn't you, Rachel?

(Christine) We're terribly sorry about what happened, Mrs. Daigler.

Really? Did you know him too, Mrs. Penmark?

Uh, no, but I can imagine how you must feel.

Beg your pardon, but I don't think you can.

Imagine what it's like, I mean.

Ms. Fern says you were the last to see my boy alive--

She says you and Mark were arguing about his penmanship--

So if you got any idea where that medal is now--

No, she doesn't know where the medal is.

- Why don't you let her answer? - Honey.

Uh, why don't we go inside? Maybe have some coffee.

Rachel, go and play in the backyard for a while.

But she's the one I wanna talk to.

- Please, honey-- - Why can't I talk to--

- Mrs. Daigler-- - I'm not making a scene--

- Why don't we talk? - I just wanna talk to her.

Please, come inside.

- Yes? - Alright.

It's just that..

...he was our only child..

...and there won't be any others.

I'm 39 years old.

Don't say I don't look it. I know how I look.

Oh, you look just fine, honey.

But that medal is the only thing he ever got all on his own.

He, he never thought much of himself. Mark didn't.

He took after his father.

But winning that medal made a big difference. I could see it.

So, I thought if your little girl knew anything about it

maybe I could find it and sort of keep it for him.

Like in trust or something.

I'm sorry. I wish we could help someway.

But as Rachel told Ms. Fern the last time that she saw Mark

he was wearing the medal.

Then where is it?

Ah, I don't know. Uh, it must have fallen off in the water.

I pinned it on his sweater myself.

Real tight so he wouldn't lose it, I mean.

'I know how rough boys play sometimes.'

'Not that Mark was like that.'

He was always..

...very quiet and gentle.

(Rita) 'I mean, it's not fair, is it?'

Here he was, never hurt anyone in his whole life

and, and he dies in such pain.

- What kind of God allows that? - We don't know he was in pain.

What about all those bruises?

Probably from being knocked against the pilings.

He drowned.

Don't tell me that isn't pain.

Honey, I think we've, uh, imposed

on Mrs. Penmark's hospitality long enough.

We're sorry to bother you, Mrs. Penmark.

Oh, no, I'm, I understand.

I just wish there was something that I could do to help you.

The undertaker..

...says he's..

...gonna have to put makeup on my little boy..

...to hide the bruises.

Can you imagine that?

Why don't you wait in the car, honey? I'll be right there.

[clears throat] You see, we had to, uh..

...go to the mortuary this morning and pick out the coffin.

Well, anyway, uh, I thought maybe a nice lunch

would make her feel better.

But unfortunately, she had a couple of drinks too many.

I'm sorry.

No, there's no reason for you to apologize.

Times like this, I wish I was a drinker.

[melancholic music]

[intense music]

[gasps]

Why are you hiding from those folks?

Who says I'm hiding?

I say you're hiding.

Almost like you're afraid they might ask you somethin'

about their little boy, huh?

You're a liar.

The biggest liar I've ever met.

[doorbell buzzes]

Just a minute.

Be right there.

- Hi. - Hi. Where's the little one?

She's out in the backyard I think. Why?

Thought I'd drop the locket on my way to the gym.

At the jewelers to replace the stone.

Oh, Monica, you're too good to her.

- Well, wait here, I'll get it. - Right.

I'll just be a minute.

[intense music]

Rachel.

[music continues]

Oh, my God.

(Monica) 'If you can't find it I can go ask Rachel.'

Uh, no, no. I've got it.

[intense music]

- Ah! Oh. - Here it is.

Oh, great. I better scoot before the store closes.

- Bye bye, dear. - Bye.

[music continues]

(Christine) 'Explain this, please.'

Where did you find that?

You know very well where.

What I want to know is, how did you get it?

- Mark gave it to me. - Yes?

I don't believe you.

It's true. I paid him 50 cents and he gave it to me.

In Ms. Fern's office you said that he ran away

and you went back to the others. So you must've lied.

Just about going back right away.

Alright, I want you to tell me the truth and no more lies.

Well, Mark ran away and climbed up on that pier.

So I just followed him.

He was acting real funny..

...like maybe I was going to do something bad to him.

So I told him I wasn't going to hurt him or anything.

But since I really deserved the medal

I ought to be able to carry it around for a little while.

But he still wouldn't let me.

So I told him I'd give him 50 cents

if I could just keep it till the picnic was over.

Then he took off the medal

and I got my 50 cents out and we traded.

Then, I went back to the picnic.

Why didn't you tell me all this before..

...in Ms. Fern's office?

I-I was scared if I said I had the medal

she'd say I stole it and had something to do with

Mark getting drowned.

- Well, did you? - No!

Rachel, why didn't you tell me all of this before?

I mean, what, did you think that I wouldn't believe you, either?

I don't know.

Ever since daddy got killed I've been scared.

Oh, Rachel..

- I miss him so much, mommy. - I know, so do I.

What are you so scared of?

Everything. Ms. Fern, the other kids..

Scared you'll get killed, too.

And then I'd be all alone.

That they'd leave me in that horrible school forever

and that they'd do bad things to me.

'Cause they hated me so much.

I'm sorry I lied, mommy.

I've been so scared I didn't know what to do.

It's alright, darling, don't cry.

Please don't let Ms. Fern hurt me.

- Please. - Don't worry, darling.

I'm not going to let anybody hurt you.

[instrumental music]

(Monica) 'You sure you don't want any coffee?'

Oh, uh, no. I'm having enough trouble sleeping as it is.

Oh, those nightmares again, huh?

Might help if you talked about it.

Well..

I think the problem is I really don't have enough to do.

What about the work you do for your father?

It's just an hour or two a day.

Join my aerobics class, you'll feel like a new woman.

Or an old one.

No, I'm sorry, but seriously that's not a bad idea.

My wife can lend you any one of her 72 warm up suits.

Actually, I've been thinking of doing some writing.

Well, I did a little when I was in college.

Be grateful to your father you certainly have the genes for it.

What kind of writing?

Uh, kind of a mystery story.

Boing!

I was gonna pick your brains but I didn't wanna bother you.

Oh, go ahead and pick, he loves it.

Shh! She's right.

Well, I really could use some advice.

This idea that I've been toying with

I'm not sure it's really very believable.

Well, that hasn't stopped, uh, most mystery writers.

Including me.

Well, the thing is, uh..

...I've been thinking of making the murderer a young boy.

(Emory) 'How young?'

How young could he be and still have it credible?

Well, a lot of your real life murderers started showing

signs of their talents at a very early age.

Really?

Uh..

What like the nurse Allison case or Bessie Denker?

No, I wasn't thinking so much of Helen Allison

but if I remember correctly old Bessie tried to knock off

'her little brother before she hit her teens.'

'No, it's true.'

Tell you what..

...let me give you...some books

Oh..

No, no. This is true crime stuff.

Please, you don't have to bother.

What's bother? See? See?

Ah, in here you'll find the Denker case

as well as some others it'll ease your mind.

Ease her mind?

Mm-hmm. Oh, I mean she won't have to worry.

Your little murderer can still be in grade school if you want.

Know what I think?

Who cares what you think?

I think I figured out...how your little boyfriend

got hisself drowned.

Can't you see I'm reading?

I think there was somebody who wanted something he had.

Like maybe a..

...medal or something like that.

I think that somebody picked up a stick

a little piece of driftwood maybe..

...and hit him over the head with it until he fell

in the water and got drowned.

I sure hope that somebody hid that stick real good.

'Cause it's gotta have fingerprints on it

and the police are probably looking for it right now.

And they can find anything.

Of course they'd never figure out that..

...Miss Goody-goody Rachel..

...Penmark did it.

'Cause everybody she's such a nice little girl.

Well, I know better, don't I?

You bet I do.

Police come around here.

I could tell 'em what you're really like.

And I'll have to tell them all about Leroy Jessup.

How he's always drinking whisky.

And sneaking off work to sleep in the shed.

How he's got that old mattress hidden in back.

And lots of magazines with dirty pictures in them.

Oh yeah?

Then, I guess I'd have to tell 'em

about how that uppity..

...Miss Penmark I saw her stealin' money..

...out of Ms. Breedlove's purse when she left it out

on that very table right there.

And then I guess I have to tell them about this stupid Leroy

how he put his ladder right over there.

So he can look right in my mothers window

and see her without any clothes on.

Well, then I guess I could tell her about how this little girl

that I know that gave rat poison..

...to a little puppy dog that lived next door

and all just because he got his muddy feet

on her preen clean yellow dress.

You know what you are?

You're a big liar.

You lie all the time.

You lie so much they won't let you in heaven.

And I'm glad.

[laughs]

I'm not saying that environment is irrelevant.

But your hardcore murderer has to have something very basic

missing in his genetic makeup.

Why don't you give your little boy brain damage or something?

Well, it's important to the story that he seem normal.

Well, what about demonic possession? I always love that.

Maybe that's the trouble it's been done to death.

So, what you're saying is something like

a lack of morality can be inherited.

Well, why not?

If positive tendencies can be transmitted genetically

physical ability, artistic talent that kind of thing.

Why not sociopathic traits?

I really disagree.

I know you disagree.

I know you disagree, if you didn't you'd have to count

all those years on the couch as merely an extended rest period.

Are you saying that Freud didn't know what he was talking about?

(Emory) 'Wh-wh-wh-whoa! No, no, no.'

'I am merely saying that our basic drives do not necessarily'

'depend on whether or not we lusted after our sister'

'or we had rotten potty training.'

The point is, that the occasional child can be..

...a killer.

(Rachel) 'What are you talking about?'

(Monica) 'Oh, darling.'

Just talking about a book your mommy may be writing.

Can you imagine the things that must've run through her head?

You know what Uncle Emory is like

'he has a mind that's like a cobweb.'

(Monica) 'Like a dirty disgusting..'

Isn't he horrible?

Rachel..

...tell me again how Mrs. Post fell down those stairs

in Chicago?

You remember?

Well, first she gave me a glass of milk

and then we heard a cat crying outside the back door.

And Mrs. Post said maybe the cat might like some milk too.

So she opened the door and went out to find the cat

But the steps were so icy I guess she slipped and fell.

And that's all that happened?

Except she was screaming all the way down.

'And the she just stopped.'

'I guess that's when she died.'

Is Mrs. Post going to be in your book too?

I don't know yet.

[intense music]

[groaning]

(female #1) 'Christine!'

[groaning]

(female #1) 'Christine!'

[groaning]

(female #1) 'Christine!'

'Christine, where are you?'

No!

(female #1) 'Christine!'

'Christine!'

'Christine! Come here, Christine!'

Christine!

Where are you?

'Christine! Come here!'

Christine!

Christine!

Christine! I'm not gonna hurt you. Come here, honey.

Christine, where are you?

Where you hiding, honey? Come on!

Christine!

Oh, Christine!

I'm gonna find you, honey.

Christine!

Christine!

Christine, where are you?

'Christine!'

Christine!

Christine Denker!

Ah!

[panting]

Denker.

[panting continues]

Oh, no! No.

(woman on telephone) 'Kansas City billboard, good morning.'

Yes, Mr. Richard Bravo, please.

'It's 3:30 a.m. here.'

Please, ring his room, this is his daughter.

'Just a minute, please.'

[sighs]

[telephone ringing]

[groans]

Hello.

(Christine on phone) 'Daddy, it's me.'

Chris.

What is it, honey? Something wrong?

Sorry to wake you but there's something I need to know.

Chris, do you know what time it is?

Daddy, do you remember Bessie Denker?

'Daddy?'

Yes, Chris.

The murderess. Did you cover the case?

Uh...Bessie Denker.

She, uh..

That's a long time ago.

'Where did you hear about her?'

Did you report the case?

Chris, look, it's the middle of the night--

I've been reading some books.

It says that she murdered

her whole family except for one baby girl.

Well, it sounds familiar, but I..

'As I said, it's a long time ago.'

I need to know the name of that little girl

and what happened to her.

'I'm sorry, Chris, I don't remember.'

Daddy, you have to remember! Come on!

It was a famous case! You covered it!

Look, I'll tell you what, I'm coming back tomorrow anyway.

'Intercon flight 110. Why don't you..'

Why don't you pick me up at the airport, hmm?

And between now and then, if you're still interested, I'll..

...I'll try to recall some of the details.

Meanwhile, you sound as if you could use some sleep.

[chuckles] I know I could.

Chris, honey.

Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, daddy, goodnight.

'Goodnight, honey.'

Damn!

(Richard) 'Problem with having a collection'

'called "The Best Of Richard Bravo"'

is what do you call your next book?

"The Mediocre Of Richard Bravo?"

Anyway, that's why I'm meeting with my publisher tonight

to try to come up with a better title.

Did you remember anything more?

About what?

What we talked about on the phone.

The name of Bessie Denker's child, whatever happened to her?

Oh, Chris, what does it matter?

I think you know why it matters.

Well, that baby's name was Christine, wasn't it?

Oh, come on, Chris.

You've got some crazy notion

that you're the daughter of Bessie Denker.

What? Chris!

[tires screeching]

[honking]

Chris, for God's sake.

I have to know the truth.

[sighs] Chris, how could you possibly--

You know about my nightmare

and about someone trying to kill me.

I know your coverage of the Denker case

started when I was two years old.

That is the same age as Bessie Denker's daughter.

Her only surviving child.

Chris, you're taking a mere coincidence--

Why didn't you have any other children?

You loved them, any one could see that.

I wasn't born until you were what married for ten years.

And mother lived for another 15 years after that.

After you were born, we felt we were too old to have more--

I'm going to find out the truth.

I'll go through old court records.

I'll do whatever I have to do.

I think we'd better talk about this somewhere else.

You were found wandering

in a corn field near the farmhouse.

Somehow you'd..

...escaped the final slaughter.

Or maybe Bessie just had a twinge of conscience and..

...couldn't bring herself to kill you.

Oh, no, no, she tried to kill me but I hid from her.

I remember that.

All these years I thought it was a nightmare..

...but it was a memory.

Anyhow, I saw you for the first time the morning after

Bessie was arrested.

'There was no family left to take you in'

so I called my wife to come out right away.

'We'd never been able to have any children of our own and'

though we'd talked about adopting for years

we'd never really..

...done anything about it.

'It was almost as though some'

kindly fate had brought you to us.

Kindly?

You were so young, we..

'...thought you'd never remember, so we never told you.'

'I mean, what would've been the point?'

But your mother and I loved you

as much as we could ever have loved any child of our own.

- Why did she do it? - Bessie?

She wanted to gain sole control of the family estate.

[chuckles] 'Estate.'

The whole thing was under $20,000.

And that's all it was?

The greed?

That's what it always was with Bessie.

From the time she was a little girl.

Well, I wish she'd killed me too.

Chris.

How can you say such a thing?

It's Rachel. She's..

Oh, daddy.

What? Darling. Darling, what is it?

Don't cry, Chris.

Chris, Chris, come on, come on now.

It's alright, darling.

Well, did you do it?

Do what?

Did you take that stick and bury it someplace real far away?

The one you hit that little boy with.

There isn't any stick.

[chuckles]

You know, the police..

...they got this special dog, they call it a stick bloodhound.

And they train him to find sticks like that.

And when they do..

...police have a special way of finding blood on the stick..

...no matter how hard you try to wash it off.

How come you lie so much?

All you ever do is lie.

Oh, yeah?

Lyin', am I?

Uh, excuse me, uh, Mr. Breedlove, sir.

Yes, Leroy, what is it?

Well, uh, everybody says you know about

as much as there is to know about murder and police and all.

And, uh, I've been trying to tell Miss Penmark here

that, uh, they got these special bloodhounds

that can track down just anything.

And, uh, and the police have a way of finding blood on stuff

no matter how hard you try to get rid of it.

Is that what he's been telling you?

She says I'm a liar.

Well, they do have dogs. Of course.

But they can only

follow a scent if it's really fresh.

And as for the rest of it, well, he's right.

Uh, police do have some amazing techniques

for isolating blood traces from almost any kind of surface.

But that's not exactly

what you and Rachel should be talking about, is it?

Uh...yes, of course not, Mr. Breedlove.

Alright.

I'll see you later, sweetheart.

See, I wasn't lyin'.

And they'll find that stick without no dogs.

Then they'll find the blood on it.

They'll find your fingerprints which you can't wash off either

and they'll put you in jail just like I said.

Except it won't be for long because then

they're gonna come get you and put you in an electric chair.

And it'll go bzzzzz.

And you'll shrivel up all burned like an old piece of bacon.

You're lying again.

They don't put children in the electric chair.

Well, of course they do, little Miss Smarty-pants.

I've seen a picture once.

Just like a regular electric chair

except a little smaller.

The one I saw was blue.

I guess they got pink ones for little girls.

Sociopathic or criminal behavior is not inherited.

That's scientific fact.

Chris, you're the living proof of that.

What if it skipped a generation?

I mean, we don't know everything about genetics, do we?

Well, no, but we..

Look, just tell me, will you?

Tell me what terrible thing Rachel has done

to get you thinking like this.

It's as if she doesn't know the difference

between right and wrong.

As if she were..

...born without a conscience.

[crying] I don't know.

Where are you going?

'Calling my publisher to cancel our appointment.'

- 'I'm not leaving you alone.' - Don't disrupt your schedule.

I mean, I'm probably exaggerating things.

I haven't been sleeping very well lately and..

...I've been acting crazy.

Grandpa!

Aha! Hello, sweetheart!

Uh, my girl! Muah! Ha ha.

Wanna guess which pocket?

[chuckling]

Oh, grandpa.

Yeah, you see, you have to catch the monkeys

as they fall out of the trees.

But if you get hit by three coconuts...game's over.

- Oh, thank you. - You're welcome, my darling.

You know I almost kept that for myself.

I'll go change now.

Rachel.

Nothing, sweetheart.

Mm-mm.

There's no way on Earth you'll ever convince me

there's anything wrong with that child.

Oh, I told you I was probably overreacting.

You'd better hurry. I don't want you to be late.

You can take my car and drop the keys off later.

I'll leave the keys over the visor.

Okay.

Are you sure you're alright?

Dad, I'm sorry I worried you. It's just..

I don't know, finding out about my real mother and..

...all of that.

It's a lot to deal with all of a sudden.

No matter what happened before..

...you'll always be my daughter.

And I love you very much.

I know that.

I love you too.

Kiss Rachel goodbye for me.

'I'll call you in the morning.'

[door closes]

[intense music]

Rachel.

- Where are you going? - To get a glass of milk.

Come in here.

Can't I get the milk first?

No, I said come in here.

[intense music]

What are you hiding?

Nothing.

Rachel, show me.

They don't fit me anymore.

'I was going to throw them down the incinerator.'

Oh, my God.

They were pinching my toes.

My God! You used these, didn't you?

- You hit Mark with these shoes. - No!

I don't know what you're--

The bruises were from these tops, weren't they?

- Rachel, you tell me the truth. - I can't!

No, you can and you will , young lady!

I don't wanna go to the electric chair.

They don't put children in electric chairs.

- They'll hurt me. - No, they won't.

I told you. But you've got to tell me the truth.

It was my medal! It was!

What happened on that pier?

It was all his fault.

Because he wouldn't give you the medal?

I told him I'd do it.

I said I'd hit him with my shoe if he didn't give it to me.

But he said I was crazy. So I had to hit him.

Then he took off the medal and gave it to me.

Go on.

The he said he'd tell Ms. Fern what I did.

'And I'd get in trouble.'

'I told him I'd keep hitting him till he promised not to tell.'

But when I did, he started crying real loud.

'And I was afraid people would hear him.'

So I kept on hitting him.

To make him be quiet.

I hit him and hit him and then he fell in the water.

[crying]

His hands, Rachel, how did he get the bruises on his hands?

When he fell, he grabbed hold of the railing.

But I knew if he got back up he'd tell Ms. Fern.

So I hit him on the hands till he let go.

Why were you gonna burn the shoes?

So the policemen wouldn't find the blood on them.

Mr. Breedlove says they can do that.

Mr. Breedlove? What does he know?

Nothing. He was just talking.

Please, mommy, it wasn't my fault.

You're not gonna tell on me, are you?

No, Rachel.

No, darling, I'm not gonna tell on you, no.

It isn't your fault, sweetheart. You're right.

It's my fault.

What should I do with the shoes?

Burn them.

Rachel.

Mrs. Post?

She didn't just slip down those stairs, did she?

When I asked her when she was gonna die

and I get the ornament, she just laughed

and said she was gonna live forever.

Go on, get rid of those shoes.

[crying]

[crying]

[waves crashing]

[wind whooshing]

[instrumental music]

(Rachel) I told him I'd do it.

But he just said I was crazy.

So I had to hit him.

I hit him and hit him, then he fell in the water.

[instrumental music]

[crying]

Figure, today will be the day.

The day they find that stick.

There isn't any stick. Just like there is no stick bloodhounds.

Yeah?

Well, if I was you, I'd be thinkin'

about what I was gonna wear.

What are you talking about?

When they strap you in the electric chair.

Zzzzz.

You're lying about that too.

My mother said they don't put children in the electric chair.

Just 'cause she doesn't know about it.

Government does all kinds of things

they don't tell people about.

Everybody knows that.

My mother doesn't want me to talk to you.

The shoes.

What happened to those shoes that went clickety-clackety

all the time?

I don't know what you mean.

I always hated those shoes.

The stupid noise they made.

That's why I sprayed water on them when you were

on the way to the picnic.

[intense music]

I got it now.

You didn't hit your boyfriend with any old stick.

'You used those shoes on him.'

They got those metal things on the bottom

so they could really hurt somebody.

[honking]

Oh, I remember those shoes.

They hurt my feet so I threw them away.

Threw 'em away did you?

Well, how come I got 'em?

You don't have them. That's another big lie.

No, it's not. I got 'em.

Then how did you get them?

[clinking]

I used my old pass key.

Just took 'em right out of your closet.

You're lyin' again.

Just like always.

I burned those shoes.

I put them right down the incinerator chute

and burned them.

Nobody's got those shoes.

Yeah?

Well, suppose I was working

down by the incinerator in the basement.

'And I heard something clattering down the chute.'

And I said to myself, "Now what's that I wonder."

And then I see this little shiny black pair of shoes

with these little, metal things on the bottom.

Oh, they burned up a little bit.

But they wasn't all burned up like you wanted them to be.

'There's still plenty left for the police'

to find that little boy's blood on 'em.

Figure out what happened.

I want them back.

Oh, no.

I got them hid where nobody's gonna find 'em.

'Except maybe the police.'

Now that I know that little boy's blood is all over 'em.

I want those shoes back.

[intense music]

[bus honking]

You give them back to me... or you'll be sorry.

Look..

...I-I don't have your dumb shoes.

I was just teasing you.

I mean it. Just teasing you.

I want them back as soon as I get home from school.

Do you hear me?

[intense music]

[indistinct chattering]

[laughing]

We were gonna ask you to come downtown with us for lunch

but something tells me you're not exactly raring to go.

No. I was up all night. I'm sorry.

When did you start smoking?

Go to bed before I've to pick you off the floor.

I'll drop by this afternoon and try to get you among the living.

In fact, I'll bring you something

that might do the trick.

- Okay. - See you later.

Bye-bye.

[sighs]

[exhales heavily]

[rumbling]

(Monica) 'Leroy, are you down there?'

Right here, Ms. Breedlove.

'I asked you to weed the flower beds in front.'

I'll get right to it.

'I'm going downtown. It better be done by the time I get back.'

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

[bus approaching]

[intense music]

[upbeat music]

[intense music]

[sighing]

Mom? Mom, I'm home.

(Christine) 'I'm back here, darling.'

- Are you sick, mommy? - No, I'm just tired.

How was school today?

I hate it.

I saw Ms. Fern in the cafeteria

and she wouldn't even look at me.

'Darling, don't worry, there are only a few more days.'

'Then you'll never have to see Ms. Fern again.'

[intense music]

Can I get you anything? I can make some tea.

(Christine) 'Oh, that's very sweet, darling.'

'No, I think I'm just gonna rest a little longer.'

'Are you gonna practice now?'

I think I'll do my homework first.

Oh, do me a favor, will you?

Get a package of lamb-chops outta the freezer.

'There are two of them. The small one.'

What should I do with it?

'Mm, just leave 'em on the counter to thaw.'

[intense music]

[sighs]

'Rachel, put those down.'

I just wanted to see what restaurant they were from.

[exhales]

I'm sorry I shouted at you.

Go on. Go-go-go do your homework.

[intense music]

[music continues]

[exhales]

[dog barking]

[intense music]

[dog barking]

[music continues]

[dogs barking]

[intense music]

[doorbell buzzing]

I know I didn't wake you. You answered the door bell so fast.

And that means you still can't sleep.

And that means Aunt Monica is here to the rescue.

- Uh, what? Sleeping pills? - Yeah. The absolute best.

No side effects, no morning hangover.

You're gonna sleep like a baby.

- How many do I take? - Well, just one.

Unless you wanna take next week off.

That's for the short range problem.

You still having those nightmares?

- Hmm. - Here.

It's a list of the top ten psychiatrists in the city.

Three of whom happen to be very attractive.

One of whom is going through a divorce.

- He's more or less available. - Monica, you're incredible.

Where's the little darling?

- She home yet? - She's doing her homework.

[explosion]

What on Earth!

I think it's in the back.

(Leroy) 'Help me! Somebody..'

'Please!'

[gasps]

(Leroy) 'Let me out of here!'

(Leroy) 'Please, somebody!'

'Help!'

[Leroy coughing]

[Leroy banging on door]

[fire crackling]

[piano music]

[crackling]

Call the fire department!

Christine!

Oh, God, I'll call 'em.

Just thank God, Rachel didn't see this.

[crackling]

Oh!

[breathing heavily]

[hissing]

[indistinct chattering]

[piano music]

- What's the matter? - 'Why? Why did you do it?'

- Do what, mom? - 'Come on.'

- What are you doing? - Come here and look. Look.

- You're hurting me! - Look!

Look.

Look at that.

Who's that?

- Why are you mad? - No more lies.

- Do you hear me? No more lies! - Mommy!

Tell me why you set fire to that shed to kill Leroy?

You didn't like him! You told me you didn't!

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God. - He had the shoes.

And he knew about everything.

He said he was gonna tell the police.

[crying]

Please, mommy. It wasn't my fault.

He was gonna tell on me.

And then they'd come and take me away and hurt me.

They'd put me in the electric chair and kill me.

Please, mommy. You said you wouldn't let anybody hurt me.

You promised.

[crying]

Yes, I did promise, didn't I?

We're gonna have to do something.

- Aren't we? - What?

I don't know.

'I looked in on you the other night'

after you'd gone to sleep. And you looked so sweet.

So beautiful.

'I could almost pretend that nothing bad had happened.'

You looked like a little angel.

[intense music]

Oh, yes.

A perfect little angel.

[Christine crying]

[instrumental "For Elise"]

[crying continues]

[heels clicking]

[dogs barking]

(Christine) '"Polly put one toe out from under the covers.'

"Then she got out of bed very softly

"shivering and pulling on her dress and stockings.

"She'd never seen a Christmas tree

"decorated and lighted the way they are at Christmas.

"Where children have fathers

and it isn't hard times."

[chuckles]

Vitamin C time.

And then one more page.

Those aren't mine.

[sighs]

Well, they're a new kind

that the druggist recommended.

They're supposed to be a lot better.

Can I see?

Hmm.

I have to take all of them?

Well, they're smaller than the others.

You first.

[Rachel gulps]

[gulps]

[whispers] Here.

"Polly crept very quietly out of the room

"and out of the front door.

"She looked up at the bright moon and the shining cold snow.

"The Carters must have a tree.

"They lived two blocks away.

"And if they left the curtains open

"you could look in and see it.

"It was farther than she remembered

"to the Carters' house.

"But she could see that there were lights in the windows.

"She came nearer..

"...and she stood for a little while in front of the house.

"The Christmas tree was right in front of the window.

"So she could see the fruits and bells

"and strings of popcorn and candy.

"And the silver star on the top."

[intense music]

[whispers] Rachel?

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

Rachel?

There was nothing I could do.

I couldn't let them hurt you

I couldn't let them lock you up.

But I couldn't let you hurt any other people.

It wasn't your fault. I mean, it was..

It was the poison that I was born with..

...that made you do those terrible things.

But it's all over now.

Now we both go to rest.

[instrumental music]

Sleep well, darling.

Sweet dreams.

[crying] Oh, God, forgive me.

I love you so much.

[intense music]

[intense music]

Oh, my God, forgive me.

May God forgive me for what I'm doin'.

Forgive me for what I'm doing.

[instrumental "For Elise"]

[fire crackling]

[gunshot]

[intense music]

(Monica) 'You couldn't have wished for a nicer eulogy.'

- 'More coffee?' - No, no, thank you.

'I'm sorry. This still seems like a terrible nightmare.'

- How I only wish it were. - 'But why?'

The very first thing we looked for a note or something.

We didn't find any, did we, Emory?

Afraid not.

Of course, she hadn't been herself lately

but we never dreamed she was that disturbed.

Oh, if anybody should have..

...foreseen something, it was me.

I had to tell Christine something the other day.

Something about her past.

I thought she was handling it alright.

Obviously..

I'm sorry you had to go through what you did.

I had a pass key.

When I saw that little girl lying there like that

I nearly had a stroke.

I mean, I knew something terrible must be wrong

or that gunshot would've woken her.

It sounded like a cannon to us.

And then I saw that bottle with her.

Half my sleeping pills gone.

And I'm afraid I'm the one who found Christine's..

I found Christine in the den.

Well, it's time to be going.

I'll, uh...I'll see that the apartment is cleaned up.

Well, there's no hurry.

Is there anything we can take care of for you?

I'm going to take care of him.

[intense music]

Right, grandpa?

Oh, we're gonna take care

of each other, sweetheart.

- You ready? - It's all in the car.

Oh, I'm gonna miss you, precious. Come here.

Oh!

Oh, I love you.

You're such a joy to have around.

I don't know what I'll do without you.

Come.

- Grandpa. - 'What, doll?'

Can I come back and visit Aunt Monica sometime?

Of course, you can.

(Monica) 'Well, you just better'

'cause I'm gonna have that locket back next week.

We'd better go now, sweetheart.

I forgot something.

[sighs]

What I owe you two.

Oh..

If you hadn't gotten those paramedics here when you did..

Let's not even think about that.

Right, let's just think how lucky we are

she's still with us.

[instrumental music]

Okay, grandpa.

I'm ready.

[dramatic music]

[intense music]

[instrumental "For Elise"]

[music continues]