All language subtitles for Lady in White 1988 REMASTERED DC 1080p BluRay HEVC x265 5.1 BONE

(airplane engine roar)

- [P.A.] TWA flight number
817, now arriving gate 12.

(background chatter)

This is the
final boarding call

for TWA flight
number 716.

This is the
final boarding call...

- Taxi!

- [P.A.] for TWA
flight number 716.

- Where to?

- Willowpoint Falls, please.
- You got it.

(door thuds)

(engine starting)

- [Driver] Yunno, my
wife's gonna have a fit

when | tell her
you were in my cab.

Because she
reads everything.

She reads
all the time.

She read
your last book,

what did you call it?
"A Fog In the Night"?

- Right.

- Scared the living
daylights out of her.

| told her, "Take it
easy, it’s just a story!"

(Frank chuckling)

| hear they're gonna
make a movie outta it.

- Yeah,
that's right.

- That's great.
(gentle music)

Small town boy
makes good, right?

So tell me,

what's it like
living in Los Angeles?

(engine rumbles)

- It's different.
(leaves flutter)

- Yeah.

Uh, would you pull in
here for a minute, please?

(engine rumbling)
(shifter clicks)

(birds chirping)

- You knew 'em?

- Long time ago.

- You don't really
believe all that

spooky stuff you
write about, do you?

(dramatic music)

- [Frank V.O.] Willowpoint Falls
was just like any other small town.

At least, that's
the way it seemed to me.

(bright music)
(newspaper thumps)

(candy clatters)

(seweing maching clicks)

(shouting)

- Hey Chuck,
where's my paper?

Where's my paper?
Where's my paper?

- Will you guys
wait a minute?

| got this whole
counter to take care of.

What am |
giving you coffee?

You should be drinking
milk for God sake's.

- Hey, Rosie,
how about a fork?

- Use your
wife's, okay?

Mary, she calls in sick,
I'm the one who's stuck here.

5:30 | come
in this morning.

These people
don't care...

Come on, will you.
Come on, come on.

- [Man] Where ’s my eggs?
- ’m comin’, I'm comin'!

What're you
doing in here?

- [Frank V.O.] The city was
twenty-five miles southwest of town.

And on a clear
day, you could see

the skyscrapers
reaching for the clouds.

(bright music continues)

(torch hissing)

(hammering)

(hammering continues)
(metal clatters)

It was
Halloween, 1962.

That was the year
she came into my life.

And Willowpoint
would never be the same.

- Frankie,
where you going?

- To school.

- Why you no
eat something?

- I'm not
hungry.

(Mamma muttering
in Italian)

- Frankie.

- Quello non mangia,
e non mangia, io perdo...

(Mamma muttering
in Italian)

- Don't you wanna
take this with you?

- Thanks Dad.

(basket clanks)
- Hey!

- Bye, Dad.

(kissing)

(birds chirping)

(footsteps thump)
(kissing)

(boys grunt)
(Mamma gasps)

- You've got the
prettiest brown eyes.

- [Mamma] Ma che fai?
- [Frankie] Get off me!

- [Mamma] Get
up. Come on!

(Mamma fussing
in Italian)

(bike clicking)

It's okay, no,
nothing, nothing, huh?

- Shh. Silencio.
Silencio, eh?

(shouting)
- See ya, Grandpa!

- Charlie!
(coughing)

- Go easy on him, Ma.
- Oh, sure.

(chuckling)

Che cretino. Ma che
sta fumando, sta fumando.

(Mamma nagging
in Italian)

Where you get
those cigarette?

- What cigarette?

Ma che dici? Che stai
dicendo? Fa sempre stessa...

(ranting
in Italian)

(sniffing)

lam
on fire!

(complaining
in Italian)

- Stai bruciando!
Oh mamma mia!

- lam on fire!
Vieni qua!

(bright music)

(bicycle rattles)

(screaming)

(bicycles rattle)

- Hi,
Mrs. Ciudi!

(water pattering)

(dogs barking)

- Hey! Don't
get run over!

(dogs barking)

- Hey, watch it!
What’re you doing?

- Move outta
the way!

(men yelling)

J Avé Maria 2

(children chattering)
(bicycle rattles)

- [Nun] Ignore
him, children!

- Get out
of the way!

(dogs barking)

- No, children, stop!
(books thumping)

(barking continues)

(dramatic music)
(barking ceases)

SAvéeS

(bright music)

(both screaming)

(squishing)
(groans)

- Jesus, Mary and
Joseph! Sorry, Frankie.

- What're ya trying
to do? Kill me?

And
don't swear!

- Minchia, don't be
such a holy roller!

Are you hurt?

- What's that
look like? Ketchup?!

- Look, don't tell
dad. He'll kill me.

- Good! Then maybe I'll
get to live a normal life!

(grunting)

Don't worry.
| won't tell dad.

(gentle music)

(basket rattles)

Where
you going?

- I'm gonna buy some
toilet paper and soap.

It's Halloween.

| got a reputation
to live up to.

(grunting)

(gentle music continues)

(children chattering)

(music playing
on record player)

- [Teacher]
Stop that noise.

Now get down.

You go back
to your place.

(children clamor)

(needle skipping)
(record player clatters)

(whistling)

And now, class,
Frankie Scarlatti

has written a new story,
especially for this occasion.

(chuckling)

Frankie.

- “The Beast That
Destroyed London"

by Frankie
Scarlatti.

- Wooooh!
- Be quiet.

- [Frankie] Once upon a
time, in a city called London,

a horrible sea monster
terrified the citizens

just because
he wanted to.

One day, the
prehysterical beast

rose from the watery
depths, covered with seaweed,

and began to
swallow the London citizens

by the dozen. The monster’s
bite was easily ten feet tall,

and his jaws revealed row
upon row of sharp jagged teeth."

- Did he brush with
Crest to prevent cavities?

(children laughing)
Be quiet, Donald.

- “The London
Bridge crumpled

under the monster's
huge lizard feet.

The citizens were
trampled on by the hundreds,

and if | told you
what that looked like,

you'd probably
throw up.

(all exclaiming)

(shushing)
(claps hands)

- “But just when
everyone had given up,

thrown in the towel and
really become depressed,

a miracle
occurred.

The ground
began to open up

and the monster,
who weighed at

leasta
million tons,

sank into
the huge hole,

eaten up by the only
thing bigger than him:

the Earth.

And the depressed
citizens of London

applauded
and cheered,

and there
was nothing

to be frightened
about anymore."

(children clapping)

“That is,
of course,

unless the
monster had a baby.

(gasps)

but that's
impossible.

Or is it?"

(bell ringing)
(screaming)

Thank you, Frankie, for
that very unusual story.

And now,
people,

you may go to the
cloakroom to get your coats.

Alphabetically.
A through E, please.

And have a safe
and happy Halloween.

- All right.
Let's go.

(children chattering)

- Hey, what're ya doing?
That's Frankie's cap.

- Duh!

Now we'll see how
brave Frankie really is.

(children laughing)

- Oh! And remember to
dress warmly on Monday.

They're installing
a new furnace

and we may be
without heat for a while.

- You wanna go
trick-or-treating?

- | really liked
your story, Frankie.

- Thanks.

- | wish | was
as weird as you.

(soft music)

- Frankie?

Thank you for helping me
after school today, Frankie.

- That's okay.

- So, when do | get those
greeting cards | ordered?

- Mr. Lowry said

(panting)

since they've got to come
all the way from Nebraska,

it'll probably be
after Thanksgiving.

- Well, Mr. Lowry's
certainly been a postman

long enough
to know.

- Yeah. | had to sell
twenty-four boxes.

It was hard, but luckily
my dad bought the last ten.

- Frankie, you should
be very proud of yourself.

You're a very
enterprising young man

for your age,
and that's very unusual.

- | know.
(laughing)

(door thuds)

- Thank you,
Frankie.

And say hello
to your father for me.

Ask him
to call me sometime.

I'm in
the book.

It's under
“Grace.”

Grace La Della.
Page thirty-nine.

Would you like me
to write that down for you?

- No. That's
okay. I'll tell him.

- Hey, Frankie!

Okay, okay. Here he
comes. Just do what | told you.

Let me
do the talking.

- Hi, guys.

- Hey Frankie, that
was an okay story.

- Real
cool, man.

Jeez, it's getting colder
than a witch's tit out here.

- Yeah. It's cold
enough to snow, I'll bet.

Hey Frankie,

ain't you got something
to keep your head warm?

- Yeah. My dad bought me
this new ski cap, and--and...

Oh, no.

- Well, what's
the matter?

- | musta
lost it.

- What do
you mean?

- | put it in my pocket,
and now it's gone.

- Aw, it probably fell
out in the cloakroom.

How much
you wanna bet?

- I'm going home.
(leaves rustling)

- Hey, where's he going?
- | don't know.

- Wait a minute!

Frankie, where're you going?
What about your hat?

- I'll get it
tomorrow.

| can't go back
in there now.

Miss La Della
already left.

- So what? The
door's still open.

Besides if Williams
the janitor gets it,

he might give it to one of
those nigger kids he's got.

- The word is
"negro," Donald.

- Sorry,
"negro, Donald!"

Forgot that you're
in love with one.

| mean, that's what
she looks like to me

with all that
Brillo hair.

- Whose hair?

- Oh, wow. Who do
you think, lover boy?

Mary
Ellen Paio.

(punch smacks)
(body thumps)

- Jeez.

| wish |
were in love.

- I'm gonna
get my cap.

- Donald,
get up, man.

- What is it?
Hey, w-what is...

- Come on.
- What? W-where'd he go?

- He--he went back in the room.
- Come on!

(machine whirrs)

(door clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(drawer slides)
(key jingles)

(gasping)
(door slams)

(lock clicks)
(door slams)

(doorknob rattling)

- Yeah!
- All right.

- Hey, guys!
What's going on?

(dramatic music)

Hey, guys!
Lemme out of here.

(gentle music)

- [Frank V.O.] The bells of Saint
Andrew's were soothingly familiar,

even in those
unfamiliar surroundings.

And it wasn’t long
before | drifted to sleep

comforted by
their ancient voices.

And | began
to dream.

| dreamt of my
mother's funeral.

(ominous music)

- [Marianna]
Frankie.

(gentle music)

(laughing)

- Marianna, is
dinner almost ready?

- Yeah Mom, | 'm hungry.
- Okay, just a minute guys.

- Show me
your stuff.

- There you are.
Come over here, you.

Look at this.
It's finished.

Try it
on. Here.

Let's see.

You look
very handsome.

(chuckles)

- Don't leave.

- How could |
ever leave you?

(ominous music)

(lid thuds)

(sobbing)

(gentle music)

- [Frank V.O.] It
was All Hallows Eve,

and I, still locked
behind the cloakroom door,

suddenly felt a wind
sweep through the darkness,

chilling me
to the bone.

(girl laughing)

- Where is it?
Where's my present?

Where did you
hide it this time?

Of course | know
who gave me this dress.

You did.

| Know your
favorite song, too.

Jt Have you ever
seen a dream walking? J

- Well, | did!

Did you ever
hear a dream talking? !

- Well, | did!

Because you're
always singing it,

that's
how | know.

- Did you ever
see a dream...

(gasps)

- Who are you?

(gasps)

- I'm
scared now.

No, | don't want
to play anymore.

| want my mommy.
| wanna go home!

(screaming)
(dramatic music)

(grunting)
(metallic clinking)

Help!
(Melissa shrieking)

- No. Don't
hurt her.

(screaming)

Don't.

- Oh Mommy!

(sobbing)

- Please, don't.

(body thudding)

(footsteps echoing)

(clock chiming)

(footsteps scrape)

(grate rattling)

(footsteps thud)

(clock chiming)

(floorboards creak)
(doorknob rattles)

(door crashes)

(baited breathing)

(screwdriver clicks)

(rat squeaking)

(rat thumps)

- Who are you?

What do
you know?

- | got
locked in.

My friends locked me
in after school, and--

(Frankie groaning)
(suspenseful music)

(Frank grunting)

(grunting)
(gasping)

- [Frank V.O.] The heart sound was
fading, becoming faint, more distant.

| was dying.

| could feel
my eyes close shut

and yet |
continued to see.

(wooshing)

(dramatic music)

(wind gusting)

| saw my father waiting for
me to return home from school,

worriedly dialing numbers
to try and locate me.

| saw my
brother Geno,

sadly sifting through
my toys and clothes

and finding the love letter
I'd written to Mary Ellen.

Why didn't |
give it to her?

(dramatic music continues)

(Donald and
Louie laughing)

And then | heard
Donald and Louie

laughing at the
clever joke they'd played.

But then their laughter
turned to tears

as they stood
before a gravestone.

- Donald, Louie?

(footsteps rustle)

- [Frank V.O.] And
then | felt the chill again.

And with it,
came the little girl.

(bright music)

- Who are you?

- Frankie.

Who are you?

- Melissa.

Where are
you going?

- Where
am | going?

- Don't you know where
you'd like to be going?

- To my home.
In my own bed.

- My mommy's lost
and | can't find her.

Will you help
me find her?

(dramatic music)

(puffing)

(coughing)

- Daddy's here.
It's okay.

- [Man on police radio]
Ray, do you read me? Over.

Ray?

- What's going
on out there?

(TV static)
(hollering)

- What?
(grunting)

(police radio chatters)
(gurney rattles)

- What're you
doing here, Willie?

- Nothing, Sheriff.
- You been here all night?

- | took a little nap.
- Whatta ya been drinking?

Does Matty know
where you're at?

- Somebody
should call her.

- Take him to the station.
We'll talk when you get sober.

- lain't
done nothing--

- Go on. Go on. I'll talk to
you in a little bit, okay?

(gurney clatters)

(hatch thuds)

(door thuds)
(police radio chatters)

(siren wailing)

- Alright, come on,
let's go home, folks.

It's late.
Come on.

(praying in Italian)

- How you
feel a mamma?

Feel better now?

- Sure
he's alright.

Just like my
new wristwatch.

“Takes a licking and
keeps on ticking," eh?

- Shaddup, you.

Who cares about
your wristwatch?

Stop smoke,
before you die, too.

- Who's a die?
Nobody's a die.

- Never mind.
Go find your son

and say that
Frankie is wake up now.

- When I die, no
smoke gonna kill me.

It's you who
gonna kill me!

- Ah, vatene
al diavolo!

(Grandpa mutters)

- [Phil]
Hey, Al.

(gate creaks)

Your son wants
to talk to you.

- Angelo, ven
a casa. Ven a casa!

(bright music)

(complaining in Italian)

- Hi, Dad.

- What am |
gonna do with you?

- Dad, it
wasn't my fault.

Donald and
Louie locked me in.

| thought I'd
lost my cap--

- | know
all about it.

When you didn't show
up, | made some calls.

Your buddy Louie
finally confessed.

- Dad,

something incredible
happened while | was in there.

- | know.

- You do?

- Frankie, you weren't
breathing when we got there.

Do you have any
idea who hurt you?

- lt was
aman.

- What'd
he look like?

- It was too dark.
| couldn't see his face.

Dad?

Something else happened.
- Get a load of this!

The toad's a
celebrity, a big star.

- Who told
them | was ten?

- Listen to
that voice.

Now he even
sounds like a toad.

- Geno, how many
times have | told you

not to call
your brother names.

- | wasn't
calling him names.

- You was too, Geno.
You called him a frog.

- | didn't call him a
frog, | called him a toad.

- [Grandpa]
Whatsa the difference?

- | give up.
Where's the food?

- Charlie, go
smoke a cigarette.

Stop making
trouble. Go ahead.

- Ohh!

First she tells me |
gonna die from smoke,

and now she gonna
sing at my funeral, eh?

- That's right. I'm not only
gonna to sing at your funeral,

I'm going to
throw on top the dirt

so | get rid of
you in my face.

(bickering in Italian)

- Bye, grandpa.
- Ah, shaddup!

(Grandpa loudly
complains in Italian)

- It's all there.
Whole story.

Eleven kids molested and
killed in the past ten years.

They're all
from the city,

except for the first
one and Richie Cilak.

(door thuds)

You remember
Richie, doncha, toad?

- Uh-uh.

- We were in the
sixth grade together.

He was the class brain.
Got A's with his eyes closed.

Probably woulda
been a doctor or lawyer,

something
brainy like that.

Just think, Toad,
you could've made it

an even dozen
and really been famous.

- That's enough.

- That's it. No
more crazy stories.

- | was just kiddin' around,
trying to lighten things up.

- It's not funny, Geno.
- Don't you have chores to do?

- Sorry, Frankie.
| didn't mean it.

(telephone ringing)
- I'll get it.

(footsteps thump)

(phone clicks)
Hello?

Oh yes, just
a minute. Angelo.

A polizia é.

- Hello?

- Al, this is Ray. I'm
down at the courthouse.

Yeah. Well, they hit him
with eleven counts murder,

one assault.
That’s right.

(dramatic music)

- Naomi, smile
for your daddy.

(sobbing)

- [Ray] Uh, the
preliminary's this afternoon.

On top of that, the D.A. says
they’re gonna hold him over

for the grand
jury, no bail.

Oh, they're bringing
him out now. Yeah.

(people chattering)
Hold on a minute.

(reporters clamoring)

- Ray, Ray,
what's going on?

(paper rustling)

- "Ten-year-old
Melissa Anne Montgomery

was the
first victim

believed to have been
murdered in Cliffside Park.

Her body thrown
to the waters below

from the no-,
notorious widow's peak.

The peak,

a popular spot
with young people,

is also the
haunting ground

of the legendary
Lady in White.

Reported by city
and local youths

to be a mysterious,
long-robed woman

who roams
the cliffs at night."

- [Al] Mamma, we
got a surprise for him.

- Okay.
(newspaper rustles)

- [Al] Is
he awake?

- I'll see, come on
in. Let's go and see.

(lid thuds)
- Go Tony, go.

- Frankie.

Look who's here.
- Hey.

- Hey,
Broken Arrow.

- Hi, Phil.
Hi, Tony.

- Hey, how ya
doin', Frankie?

- Phil, why you call
Frankie a broke arrow?

- Because Mamma,
whenever we go for

target practice with
that warped bow of his,

the arrow curves
away from the bullseye,

hits the side of the
hill, and breaks in two.

(all chuckle)

So, from now on,
no more Broken Arrow.

That's from me and Tony.
- See?

- Gee,

thanks, Phil.
Thank you, Tony.

- Ah, you're
welcome, Frankie.

- You're welcome.

(grunting)

- Ah, at least
he looks good.

- Whoa,
whoa! Geno.

- What're ya doin'
with all those papers?

- It's a goldmine. If
Frankie autographs them,

I'll get fifty cents
apiece for 'em.

- The kid's a regular
Howard Hughes.

- [Mamma] Hey! Where you
going with those papers?

- [Gino]
What papers?

- [Mamma] Hey, look
at the mess you makin'

with those
dirty shoes.

| clean and
you make a mess.

- They charged Harold
Williams with murder this morning.

He's being
held without bail.

- You’re
kidding me.

The janitor.

- Ray Saunders
just called,

said he was hiding in
the boiler room at the school.

Been there all night.
- That Black son of a bitch.

Unbelievable. |
was just there this

morning to prep the
furnace for Monday.

- Willie claimed
he'd gotten drunk

and had fallen
asleep, that's all.

- All these years of
sendin' my kids to that school,

watching
them like a hawk,

knowing that maniac
was still out there.

| thought they'd nail
some guy from the city.

- Willie says
he didn't do it.

- Of course that's what he
says. What else is he gonna say?

- Why would
he do it?

He's got
children of his own.

- Oh, why do any of these
bastards who go after kids

do it?
They're sick!

Augh! I'm gonna
go close up.

(footsteps thump)

(birds chirping)

- How's Frankie?

- The kid's
amazing.

He loved
the bow.

- | almost
lost him, Philly.

- He's gonna be all right.
He's tough. He's a fighter.

He takes
after you.

You're like a brother
to me, you know that?

- What's
"like a brother"?

We grew
up together.

We slept in
the same room.

We fought like
cats and dogs.

That remind
you of a couple

of other kids we
just happen to know?

- You know,
when we were kids,

nothing
frightened me more

than the thought
of losing my parents.

Then | watched
it happen to you.

Both of them
within a year.

If it hadn't been for
your mother and father,

| don't know
what | would've done.

- It took a lot of strength
to deal with a loss like that.

- It was tough.
Lotta mixed emotions.

But...

guest'é
la vita.

Eventually you grow
up. You grow out of it.

- | used to think fear was
something you grow out of,

like uh, being
afraid of the dark.

But now, with
Marianna gone

I'm more
fearful than ever.

Yunno Philly, the thing
that scares me the most

is the thought of
losing one of my kids.

- [Announcer] /n
Mississippi, James Meredith,

the first Negro
to enroll at the

all-white
University of Mississippi,

will begin
classes on Monday.

Meredith's presence on
campus earlier this month

resulted in
full-scale riots

and the deployment
of 3,500 federal troops.

(siren wailing)
(screams)

(gunshots)

(car honking)
(glass shattering)

(switch thuds)

- [Frankie]
Dear God,

please bless Mamma
and Papa, Geno and Dad

and all the
departed souls.

Please
bless Melissa.

Amen.

(suspenseful music)

(paper rustling)

(gentle music)
(Melissa singing)

~ Did you ever see
a dream walking? 2

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever
hear a dream

2 talking?

- Well, | did!

(Melissa giggling)

fidid. I

(slippers scrape)

fidid. I

(puffing)

(chair creaks)
(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(waves crashing)

- “The eyes of the Lord
are toward the righteous

and his ears
toward their cry."

Praise be
to the Lord.

- [Crowd]
Amen.

(crowd rustling)

- This morning, we have
reason to give special thanks.

Frankie Scarlatti is
well and is still with us.

Our merciful savior has
blessed us with his presence.

But what of the other children
who are no longer with us?

What has
become of them?

They have found
the eternal peace

which we
all yearn for.

They are
forever in one

with the
almighty Father

in Heaven.

“For the eyes of the Lord
are toward the righteous

and his ears
toward their cry."

- | don't
believe that.

(crowd rustles)

- Agnes, please.

- It's
Mrs. Cilak.

- Why did our
Richie have to die?

Why wasn't
he spared?

Your boy's no
better than mine.

It’s that
nigger.

That murderer of
hers that killed him.

Now he's
gonna die, too.

| spit
on you.

| spit on your
murdering husband.

(body thuds)

(footsteps thump)

(thunder rumbles)

(sobbing)
(coughing)

(rain pattering)

(door thuds)

(door thuds)

- | apologize for what
happened back there, Matty.

(crying)

(door thuds)
(thunder rumbling)

(grate rattles)

(hand rustles)

(object clinks)

(eerie music)

- [Frank V.O.] Weeks went
by and the days grew shorter.

That year,

time had a way of dragging
on forever in Willowpoint Falls.

- Merry Christmas.
Ho, ho, ho!

Merry Christmas.
Ho, ho, ho!

Merry Christmas.
Ho, ho, ho!

(music playing)

- [Frank V.O.] At show
and tell, wise guy Donald

introduced Miss
La Della to the limbo.

- Now, do you know
where the Caribbean is?

San Juan?

| told you, you have
to keep the pole up.

Hoo, hoo,
hoo, hoo.

No, no,
that won't do.

Hoo, hoo,
hoo, hoo.

Up. No, you
don’t understand.

Up. There.

Oh well!
(chuckling)

- [Frank V.O.] Christmas
was coming and all

the preparations
had begun.

Mamma baked Christmas cookies
for the decorating ceremonies.

- Hey Mamma,
what's that?

Hey!
(complaining in Italian)

- [Frank V.O.] Phil brought the
tree, just as he had every year.

- Will it fit?
- Yeah.

Mamma!

- That's it.

- [Frank V.O.] Dad
and Geno hung lights.

Oh, Tony
was there, too.

- Here, have
a snowball, son.

- [Frank V.O.]
And Papa?

Well, Papa lent a
hand wherever needed.

(arguing in Italian)

(laughing)

- Ma, leave
him alone.

- You rotten kid.

- [Frank V.O.] As for
me, I'd grown up just

just a little bit more than
| was supposed to, | think.

Responsibility had become
my constant companion.

And | was no longer afraid
of things that | could not see.

(music playing)

- Something very strange
and mystic happened to me J

~ Something realistic
and as weird as can be J

~ Something that
| feared somehow J

/ is now
endeared to me J

JS What a funny feeling,
odd and yet so true

! Did a thing like this
ever happen to you? I

- Did you ever see
a dream walkin'? I

- Well, | did!

Did you ever
hear a dream talkin'? S

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever have
a dream thrill you

2 With "will
you be mine?" LS

J Oh, it's
so grand J

2 and it's
too, too divine I

- Did you ever see
a dream dancin'? I

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever see
a dream romancin'? 2

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever see
Heaven right in your arms I

2 saying, "I
love you, |do"S

- Well, the dream that
was walkin' and the dream J

- Help me
find her.

J Heaven in
my arms was you I

(wind whistling)

(thunder rumbling)

(bird cawing)

(tires squishing)
(engine rumbling)

(objects clinking)

- Frankie?

- Hi, Mr. Lowry.

- What're you doin' up there?
- Oh, just thinkin’.

- Ah!

| bet | know
what you're thinking of.

| bet you’re thinking
of that weather report, huh?

- | hope it’s
right this time.

Less than two
weeks ‘til Christmas,

and it hardly snowed,
except for once,

and it melted right
when it hit the ground.

- You been
comin’ up here long?

- Since my
mom died.

- | see.

You know, Mrs. Lowry
and | had our first date

right here
beneath this tree.

Back then, we called
it our “Good Luck Tree."

Oh, but
that was...

That was way long before
we got to know each other.

- | call it the
“Thinking Tree."

‘Cause it helps me
think about things,

and figure
stuff out.

Mr. Lowry.

- Hmm?

- Can a person die
and still be alive?

Yunno, like...

- Like the
Lady in White.

Frankie,
Frankie.

There was a woman
who lived on Widow’s Peak.

She was a kind, sweet,
gentle, loving woman.

She died some years back.
(gentle music)

- What was
her name?

- Her name...

Her name
was Anne.

- How did
she die?

- She--
she fell

from
the cliffs.

Very tragic
thing. Very sad.

Since then, she’s
become legendary.

Some people
think that

because of the violent
nature of her death,

she still
walks those cliffs,

and is unable
to rest in peace.

(thunder rolling)

- Did you
ever see her?

- Oh, no!

An-and neither has
anyone else in my opinion,

except in their,
in their minds.

Oh, but that doesn’t
make her any less real,

especially to...

to those who
believe in her

and who
love her.

Just like
with your mother.

(exhaling)

| guess |
better be going.

Oh! But
before | do, I...

| thought you might
like to know that

|, that | dropped
off that package

you’ve been
waiting for.

- You did
- Uh-huh.

- All the way from--
- Lincoln, Nebraska!

- Right!

- Gee, thanks
Mr. Lowry.

- Okay, see ya!
- See ya!

(spirited music)

- Wipe
your feet.

(lid clatters)

It's in
your bedroom.

(door thuds)

(box clattering)

(machines whirring)
(hammering)

- Look, Al, all
I'm saying is

unless Frankie
can verify

that it wasn't Williams
that attacked him--

- Come on, Ray.
You've talked to Frankie.

He told you it
was too dark to tell.

- They're gonna put Harold
Williams away. | guarantee it.

- Where's their proof?
- He was in the building, Al.

What the hell was he doing
there in the middle of the night?

- He got drunk
and passed out.

- His goddamn prints
were all over that cloakroom.

- And all over the
rest of the school.

He works there
for Christ's sakes.

He's
the janitor.

- I'm tellin’ you,
that doesn't matter.

This case has been
making monkeys out

of all of us for
the past ten years.

Harold Williams
is a perfect scapegoat:

he's Black.

There's
something else, Al.

That little
Montgomery girl.

Ten years ago,

we found blood
in that cloakroom.

It matched
her type.

| know that she
was killed there.

- Hey, what's
goin' on?

- Phil!
- Whoa!

Whoa, whoa.
Calm down, partner.

- There was a
little girl. | saw her,

she was killed
in the cloakroom.

Sheriff
Saunders knows it.

Then | heard something
fall into the furnace grate.

So | went back and found
some stuff down there.

- Stuff? What
kind of stuff?

- It was
kid's stuff.

Stuff that had
fallen down in there.

It was all
kid's stuff.

Except for
the ring.

- What?

- It was
his ring.

Maybe that's what
he came back to get.

- What are you
mumbling about?

- 'Cause they were
putting in the new furnace.

He knew they
might find it.

- What?
(door rumbles)

- Frankie?

- Dad, | gotta
talk to you!

- [Geno]
Hey!

Mamma's on the warpath
again. It's time to eat.

- Alright, tell her
we'll be right there.

Frankie, go downstairs and
help your grandma set the table.

- But, Dad!
- Go ahead.

(machinery sounds continue)

(footsteps thump)

(door thuds)

- [Radio announcer] Signore, signori,
buon pomeriggio. Good evening.

Da KTYM Tony De Bruno
vi presenta Italia musica.

(plate thuds)
(Italian music)

- Frankie,
pass the ricotta.

Thank you.

(plates clink)

Somebody's been
into my trunk again.

- It wasn't me.
- It wasn't me.

- Well, there's nothing in
there that would be of any

interest to
either one of you.

So stay out.
Capisci ?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

- Where's Pa?

- Um, he's drowning himself
because | hide his cigarettes.

(water bubbling)

- [Mamma] | hope you take
off your new wristwatch

before you
drown yourself.

- Son uh
a bitch!

- That's it!
(Al chuckling)

(fist pounds)

- Come out and eat!
- Aw, shut up!

(water splashes)

(both laughing)

- You
alright?

(Geno coughing)

You jerk.

(laughing)

- [Mamma] Did you
find your cigarettes?

| put them
in the drain!

(Mamma laughing)

(dog barking)

- [Frank V.O.] Mad Miss Amanda
Harper was the town recluse.

She used to give
the kids piano lessons,

but that was
way before my time.

Before she
went crazy

and tried to
burn her house down,

while she laid in bed,
laughing at the inferno

all around her.

They put her
away after that.

But she
eventually came home.

|, personally,
had never seen her

but | often heard
her playing the piano

when |
passed her house.

- [Donald]
Hey, Frankie!

C'mere!

- Hi, guys.
- Hey, what's up, man?

- Nothin’.

- We're goin' to the
cottage. You wanna come?

- No. | promised my Dad
I'd be home before dark.

Besides, | have
to finish delivering

these
greeting cards.

- What's
the matter?

Afraid the Lady in
White will getcha?

- No.
- Then what're ya waiting for?

Hop on.

(ominous music)

(windmill rattles)

(whispering)
- That's it.

That's where she lived
before she committed suicide.

- What do you mean,
"committed suicide"?

- Hey, I'd kill myself
too, if | had to live

in a spooky
joint like that.

(shushing)
Jeez!

(door creaking)

(whispering)
Donald.

Where the
hell are you?

- [Donald] Hey
guys, look at this.

Look at
what | found.

(suspenseful music)

- What is it?
- It's the beast...

that destroyed
London!

(screaming)

(bodies thud)

- You asshole!

(laughing)

- | got him at Newberry's.
Say hello, Sam.

(screaming)

(screaming)

(arm thuds)

Sam!

Sam, come back here
Sam. Come back, Sam.

(dramatic music)

Shit!
Where'd he go?

There he is.

Sam!

Grab him!
Get him, quick!

(eerie music)

(gentle music)

- [Melissa]
Help me find her.

- Okay now, start
comin' down real slow.

- I'm not
touching that thing.

Would you just
do what | tell--

(grunting)

- What are you
waiting for, Donald?

He's gonna
get away.

- Holy shit!
(yelling)

- Jesus, Mary
and Joseph!

(dramatic music)

- Guys?

Guys?

(screaming)

- | want to
bite your neck.

(grunting)

(body thumps)

- What are
you doing here?

- Dad told me to come find
you. Now call a doctor, quick.

- What for?
- To save my unborn child.

- Guess you won't be doing it
under the covers for a while.

- Aw shit, | thought
you were asleep.

- Come on, get
up. Be serious.

| saw her.

- Who?

- The Lady
in White!

- What?

- Melissa's mother
is the Lady in White!

- Who's Melissa?
- Melissa Montgomery!

Ten years ago, she was
killed in the cloakroom.

| saw
it happen.

- Are you gonna tell Dad
| do it under the covers?

If you do I'll tell him
you went into his trunk.

| have proof!
- Listen to me!

Mr. Lowry said,

sometimes when
someone dies violent,

they can't
rest in peace.

| heard something fall
into the furnace grate.

That's what the person
who tried to kill me

came
looking for.

- Looking
for what?

- | thought it
was the barrette.

But it
was this.

My God.

| must've
lost it.

- Lost what?

- The ring.

That's what the killer
came looking for.

It was in
the grate.

- What
kind of ring?

-Itwasa
graduating ring,

like the one Chicky
got last summer,

but
very old.

- Well, come
on, toad.

We better get back
before dad lynches us both.

- But Geno,
I've gotta find it.

It's the only
thing that'll--

- Come on, I'm
tired. Let's go.

Hey, you know what? |
heard the weatherman say

it's going to snow
in Toben County.

We might
get lucky.

- [Frankie]
Yeah. Lucky.

(suspenseful music)
(footsteps tapping)

(thuds)

(box clanks)
(ring clinks)

(ring clinks)

(paper rustling)
(ghostly singing)

(typewriter keys clacking)

(suspenseful music continues)

(ring clicks)

(door clicks)

(objects clatter)
(footsteps thump)

(match strikes)

- Charlie!

(exclaiming)
(coughing)

It's okay
Papa, it's Geno.

- | thought was
grandma caught me smoke.

- | won't tell if
you won't. Deal?

- Okay.
Let's go.

(footsteps thud)

Geno?

(both shushing)

(door thuds)

(screaming)

- Don't
scare her.

(heavy breathing)
(dramatic music)

- I'm trying
my best.

(girl giggles)

What does
she want?

- She wants
her mother.

- You got her
number? Let's call her.

- | already
told you.

Her mother is
the Lady in White.

(Melissa continues giggling)

(clock chiming)

(clock continues chiming)

(ominous music)

(window scrapes)

She's with him.

- Where're
ya going?

- It's 10:00. |
gotta follow her.

That's when
she was killed.

| heard the bells ringing
when | was in the cloakroom.

That's where
he's taking her.

(dramatic music)

- I'm not staying
here alone.

[Geno]
Frankie!

Wait!
(footsteps thump)

- That's it. That's
the cloakroom window.

(ominous music)

- Let's
go home.

- No.

Don't
you see?

He's taking
her to the cliffs.

(grass crunching)

- Toad, wait!

(grunting)

(grunting)

(waves crashing)

(ominous music)

- [Melissa]
Mommy?

Mommy?

Mommy?

(screaming)
Mommy! Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!

- She's alive!

- Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy!
Mommy!

- No!

(surf crashing)

- [Woman]
Melissa!

Melissa,
where are you?

Melissa!

Melissa!

(surf crashing)
(dramatic music)

(crying)

(screaming)

- Come
here, child.

- Frankie,
you okay?

(windmill creaking)

(birds chirping)

(drapes click)

(grunting)

- Come
ti senti?

Huh? How you feel?
- Horrible.

What
time is it?

-Letre
e mezzo.

(Geno grunts)

Thirty-three o'clock.
- 3:30?

- That's what | said.
Whatsa matter?

You no
‘stand English?

- Why didn't you
wake me up for school?

- Why? |
tell you why.

You're so sick
you no remember.

You shook all
over this morning.

- | did?

- | think maybe
you got pneumonia.

Oh, God forbid.

Because all night
the window was open.

Here.

(Mamma sighs)

- Where's Frankie?
- At school. Where do you think?

Phil, you want
more cafté?

- Basta, mamma.
I've had enough.

| promised your brother
I'd pick him up after school

and take him out for
some target practice.

- | wanna come.
- You?

Are you crazy?
You don't go no place.

(scoffing)

- Where's Dad?

- What do you care where
is your father? You're sick.

So don't make me
lose my temperature.

- It's temper, Mamma.
I've got a temperature.

- And me too. So
don't make me mad.

- Yeah.

- Arrivederci, Mamma.
- Arrivederci , Phil.

Bye-bye.

(sighing)

Too much
talk. No work.

Come on, Geno.
We try the other end.

- No, Mamma.
- Come on.

- Ohh.

Ow!

- Signore mio!

- Thanks, Johnny.

- Nick, Nick!
- What's up?

- They're lettin' him go.
Grand jury refused to indict.

- Insufficient evidence.

- Had to be, the
D.A.’s mad as hell.

(footsteps tapping)
(crowd clamors)

- All right. Just take it
easy. Just take it easy.

(reporters clamoring)
(camera clicking)

(people applauding)

- Where's
my wife? Hey!

Where's my Matty?
Where is she?

- [Reporter] How do
you feel, Mr. Williams?

- | feel fine,
just fine.

- What are you
gonna do now sir?

- Well these
fine gentlemen

are gonna
take me back to jail.

I'm gonna get my things,
and go home to my family.

- Okay. Thank
you, Mr. Williams.

This is Jim Elliott,
WGAC reporting live

at the Gabriel
County Courthouse.

Where Harold Williams,
the accused suspect

involved in the
Cliffside child murders,

has just been released
by the grand jury

on grounds of
insufficient evidence.

(people chattering)

- Stay in jail
where you belong!

- Where are
you going, Agnes?

- | wanna
apologize.

(cameras clicking)
(policemen chatter)

- I'll be home waiting for you.
- I'll be coming home.

(chuckling)

- Mr. Williams.

(fingers tapping)

- Hello,
Ms. Cilak.

- | just
wanted to say,

I'm
Ss
orr
y

for all the trouble
you've been through.

(engine starting)
- Thank you.

That means a lot
coming from you.

- You're kind.

Very kind.

That's for
my Richie.

(gunshot)
- Oh my God!

- Oh no!

- He's
been shot!

(people yelling)

- [Mrs. Cilak]
Richie.

(crowd clamors)
(dramatic music)

- [All
Matty?

Matty?

God, you're
hurt. Ray!

- How bad?
How bad?

Okay, can you walk?
Alright, nice and easy.

Let's take
you to the doctor.

She's in
shock. Easy.

Give us some room,
will you please? Please.

(lid thuds)

(rings thud)

- “A.R.S."

Angelo
Rudolfo Scarlatti.

“M.P.T."

“Michael

Philip Terragrossa."

Phil.

- [Frank]
Wow!

I'll never
be that good.

- Nah. It just takes a
little practice, that's all.

You have to train
your mind not to think

about anything else
except your target.

- It’s
gettin' late.

Mamma's probably
already made dinner.

- | thought you and
| were gonna talk.

- I'm tired.

- Okay. We'll talk
on the way home.

But what do you say
we have one more shot

at that bullseye
before we go, huh?

- All right.
- Good.

Okay.
Get ready.

| want you to keep
your eye on the bullseye

and your
left arm straight.

That's it.

Keep your eye
on the target.

Pull back.

Hold
your breath.

Release.
(bow creaks)

(arrow thumps)

Yeah.
Not bad.

Not
bad at all.

- | don't
believe it.

- We're gonna make a marksman
out of you yet, Broken Arrow.

Well, let's
pack up.

You take these things.
I'll get the target.

- Okay.

(bow clatters)

(whistling)

(humming)

(target thumps)

(Phil singing)

- Did you ever see
a dream walkin'? I

> Well, | did!
(gate slams)

- Okay, partner.
Hand me those keys.

I'll take you home
and get you some chow.

(keys jingle)

(breathing heavily)

(locks thud)
(shuddering)

- Hey Frankie,
what's the matter?

(suspenseful music)

Come on.
Open the door.

Please.

Frankie?

(growling)

Open
the door!

Open the
goddamn door!

(gasping)

(grunting)
(glass cracks)

(dramatic music)

Frankie?

Frankie!

(cawing)

Now, please, please.
I'm not gonna hurt ya.

I'm not gonna
hurt ya. See?

Now, you gotta
listen to me, Broken Arrow.

That night in
the cloakroom,

| didn't know
it was you.

(suspenseful music continues)

| mean, I...

| couldn't see you
behind the mask.

| mean, if I'd... if
I'd known it was you,

| never
would have...

Frankie, don't.

Don't!

(clocktower chiming)

(engine rumbling)

(door thuds)

(police radio chatter)

- He didn’t
make it, Al.

- What
about Matty?

- She’s
gonna be okay.

- [Geno] Dad!
(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(door creaks)

- Just tell me
where it is, Frankie,

and |
won't hurt ya.

| don't want
to hurt you.

| love you. You're
a beautiful boy.

Please, give
me the ring,

and | won't say
anything about it.

Nobody has to hear
anything about it.

Your dad doesn't
even have to know.

Oh, God.
(Frankie whimpers)

| could never
face him if he knew.

(shouting)
Where is it?

Give me
the ring!

(grunting)

(playing piano)

(piano playing continues)

(flames flutter)

(wind howls)

(footsteps thump)

- You like
the way | play?

| could
teach you.

I've taught
many children.

| taught
her how.

And
her mother.

How beautiful
she was.

Much more
beautiful than me.

And how she
loved her little girl.

She lived
and died for her.

(Frankie whimpering)

| wanted
to die too.

But they
wouldn't let me.

What is the good of living
when all that you love is gone?

Even in death,
she couldn't rest.

| Know.

| see her roaming
the cliffs at night

searching for
her little girl.

Calling out
her name.

(whispering)
Melissa.

All
these years

how well I've kept
her for you, Anne.

Her room.

All her
little things.

(crying)
I've kept them all for you,

all for you,

my beloved
sister.

(gentle music)

And now.
Now.

It’s time for
you to move on.

| killed him.

| promised you
| would and | did.

Now.

Now you can
rest in peace.

(Frankie crying)

Now, now,
child.

No need to
be frightened.

No more.

I've killed him.

See?

(Frankie whimpers)

(kissing)
(wind howling)

(grunting)

(dramatic music)

(choking)

(Amanda choking)
(flames crackle)

(scuffling)
(Frankie grunts)

(objects crashing)
(Amanda grunting)

(grunting)

(Amanda gasps)

(Frank coughing)

(Phil grunting)

(Frankie yelling)

(grunting)
(dramatic music continues)

(Frankie screaming)

(surf crashing)

(scuffling)

(screaming)

(grunting)

(screaming)

(Phil exclaims)

(screaming)

(Phil grunts)

(dramatic music continues)

(windmill rattling)
(Frankie hollering)

(grunting)

(Frankie screaming)

(waves crashing)

(thunder rumbling)

(eerie music)

(wailing)

(Phil yells)

(screaming)

(waves crashing)

(gentle music)

(wind howls)

(fire crackling)

(flames roar)
(ethereal singing)

- Come to me.

- Mommy.

Mommy. Mommy.
Mommy. Mommy

Thank you.

(dramatic music)

(Melissa laughing)

(spirited music)

(wooshing)

(fire roars)

- [Al]
Frankie!

(dog barking)

- Dad. Ow!

(screaming)
(dramatic music)

(waves crashing)

Dad!

Dad!

(dogs barking)

(gasping)

(kissing)
(crying)

| love
you, Dad.

(surf crashing)

(somber music)

No.

- It's okay.

(Phil moaning)

Take it.

Take it!

(groaning)

No.

Philly, no!

Philly!
(Phil screams)

(waves crashing)

(gentle music)

(fire roars)
(rousing music)

(gentle music)

(Bing Crosby: “Did You Ever
See A Dream Walking" plays)

- Something very strange
and mystic happened to me J

~ Something realistic
and as weird as can be J

~ Something that
| feared somehow J

/ is now
endeared to me J

JS What a funny feeling,
odd and yet so true

! Did a thing like this
ever happen to you? I

- Did you ever see
a dream walkin'? I

- Well, | did!

Did you ever
hear a dream talkin'? S

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever have
a dream thrill you

2 With "will
you be mine?" LS

J Oh, it's
so grand J

J And it's
too, too divine I

- Did you ever see
a dream dancin'? I

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever see
a dream romancin'? 2

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever see
Heaven right in your arms I

J Saying, "I
love you, | do"? 2

- Well, the dream
that was walkin' !

? And the dream
that was talkin'

t And the Heaven
in my arms was you I

(upbeat music continues)

- Did you ever see
a dream walkin'? I

- Well, | did!

Did you ever
hear a dream talkin'? S

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever have
a dream thrill you

2 With "will
you be mine?" LS

J Oh, it's
so grand J

J And it's
too, too divine I

~ Did you ever see
a dream dancing? 2

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever see
a dream romancin'? 2

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever see
Heaven right in your arms I

J Saying, "I
love you, | do"? 2

- Well, the dream
that was walkin' !

? And the dream
that was talkin'

t And the Heaven
in my arms was you I

(Melissa sings)

~ Did you ever see
a dream walking? 2

- Well, | did!

- Did you ever
hear a dream

I Talking? f

- Well, | did!

(Melissa vocalizing)

~ Did you ever see
a dream walking? 2

- Well, | did!