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SHOCK

Put it near the piano.

- The trunk too? - Yes.

- Where is the piano, sir? - To your right.

Just leave it there I'll take care of them later.

Jesus, this weighs a ton, must be books.

- Why don't you use the dolly, dummy? - Because you grabbed it first, dammit.

Marco.

Marco, where are you?

Oh, there you are.

Marco. That's my name.

Come along now, your lunch is ready.

Here I come, mama.

You've been hiding from mama.

Didn't you hear me call you?

Mama?

Is this my house?

Of course! It's mine, therefore it's yours.

Are we going to live here forever?

Who can tell?

Now run along and eat your lunch, it's all ready in the kitchen.

Ah, there's the best silverware.

Anything else in the van?

Nothing much, sir, Tony's taking care of it.

- Here's some more - I can do it.

No, put them there please.

Take this one too.

- Put them in the corner by the steps over there. - Yes, sir.

- What about this one? - Yes, that one...

Hey Rubenstein, why don't you play something?

Uh, there's still a big case of stuff in the hall.

Where should I put it?

Oh that would be the dishes.

Yeah, uh, take them to the kitchen. Be careful now.

- Yes, sir. - Don't worry

Marco. Is that you down there in the cellar?

Yes, it's full of neat old furniture!

It is, eh? Well, how do you like your new house?

Are we going to live here forever?

Well, that's dificult. Some time anyway.

For the rest of our lives?

Oh that depends on how much we like it. Why are you so concern?

Oh, only in case if anyone asks me.

- Thank you, again, goodbye. - Thank you, goodbye.

Let's roll, Tony.

Goodluck, lady!

Hey!

What is it? Are you nervous already?

Is it only me?

- Seven years is a very long time. - Yes, I know.

But for an instant, I had a strange sensation...

Dora... You are forgotting our pact.

Bruno! Are you coming out or not?

I said I would fix the the swing for him.

- You coming out too? - Oh, I have our dinner to fix.

You also promised me not to overwork yourself.

Look you'll have a maid by the end of the month.

Relax, don't worry. Everything's going to be alright.

- You coming? - I'll join you in a little while.

Good.

Ah, there you are. Good boy.

Well the first thing we have to do is to find is a strong branch.

- This one here.

- Yeah, that looks all right. - It look strong enough.

Is it? Well you come on down and I'll have a look.

Come on now.

Come on now, let's put it up! Put it up! That there!

- This one? - Yes, that one there!

Yeah seems strong enough.

There, you like that?

- Higher! - Hey you got it up already.

Marco, up we go! Up!

Mama, look at me!

Now's your mother's turn.

- Oh yes! - Yes, get on, Mama.

Come on, Marco, push!

Oh my god! I forgot the dinner. I hope it's alright!

That's enough for now, come on, let's get there before it's burned.

Hurry!

Now finish your apple.

- I'm full. - Oh just one more bite.

Eat up.

Now that we have the garden, can I have a dog?

A police dog. Or maybe a collie if it's not too big.

Can I have a dog with long hair like mommy's?

Well, that's flattering.

Well, we'll see.

Come on, it's getting late. It's long past your bedtime, young man.

- Come on. - Do as you're told!

But I'm on vacation!

Be a good boy, Marco...

Off to bed, you're sleeping on your feet.

Oh, fructs. Okay, I'm going...

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Mama, can I keep the lights on?

Alright, but just for the night.

Ah, I could use that. He's sleeping at last.

Good.

It's not cut crystal.

Anyway...

- Cheers! - To us...

Perfect.

I'm sorry I was so nervous earlier.

I know it's a long time since Carlos' suicide, but...

Coming back to this house... Where we lived together...

It's like re-opening up a period of my life.

Anyway, I feel much better now.

With you at my side...

I feel sure that it's all behind us now.

And Marco is going to very happy here.

Oh you've been so good to him, like a father.

He's very fond of you.

Maybe more of you than me.

Besides it would've been silly in a big house like this near the airport...

Why don't you give me a kiss..

Again.

Where are you going on this trip?

Oh. New York. We layover in Baltimore of all places.

You're always flying off, just when I need you.

Pigs! Pigs!

Pigs! Pigs!

You can't catch me!

Oh yes, I will! I'm coming after you.

Watch out!

I'm the wicked witch of the forest. I'm going to catch you if you don't watch out.

- And I will eat you up! - No!

There, I've caught you!

Help!

Let me up.

What do you say we visit the park, Marco?

Oh yeah!

I'll take you with me and no one will be able to save you.

Oh no you won't, you ugly ghost!

I'm a queen and my soldiers will arrest you and lock you in the old tower.

No one can arrest me, because I'm a ghost. I'm invisible.

But I can see you!

Because I want you to but only you can see me!

Now you will obey me and come away with me to the land of darkness!

No! No! Never! I don't want to!

Oh dear, help me, somebody!

Come with me!

And you and I can reign in the kingdom of ghosts.

I will teach you black magic!

You will ride on the wing of a giant bat and black cat will scratch out your eyes and...

Let's go now, this is where we came in.

No, wait.

Oh, but doesn't it scare you? You won't be able to sleep tonight.

Oh boy, it's fantastic!

Mama!

What's the matter dear? Are you tired? Hungry?

Let's go home now.

- No, it's not that. - What is it, then?

Why doesn't my real daddy ever come back to see me?

Look, Marco...

You're old enough now to understand I think.

You know your father was a man who liked to travel a great deal.

He loved airplanes, ships, sailboats...

And he love to visit faraway places...

Well...

One day he went on one of his voyages and never came back.

- Your daddy is dead, Marco. - What is death, mama?

Death is like going on a trip, darling. Only one doesn't come back.

One goes away forever.

We'll keep daddy alive within us.

But why did he die, mama?

Why? Oh, baby, it's hard to explain.

Death is part of life, and we must learn to accept it.

You'll understand someday.

What are you doing up at this hour?

Mama, can I sleep with you tonight? Please!

A big boy like yourself and you still want to sleep with your mama?

Please.

Alright, just for tonight.

- What's the party for? - It's not a party.

Not in a sense you mean. Some friends are coming to visit.

How come?

Just to get together again, we haven't seen each other in a long time.

- I don't like them. - You don't like them?

Marco, how can you say that when you don't even know them?

- What about Bruno? When is he coming back? - Today.

I hope it would be a nice surprise for him.

The plugs are off. Bruno!

Hi, Marco!

Bruno! Bruno!

- Well big boy, how are you? - I'm fine!

You've been having fun while I was away?

You've been taking care of your mother for me?

Yes, now that you're here, you got to stay with me and can play with me more often.

Here this is for you.

Oh, no that's not it. You can't fool me.

Oh, alright, if that's not your present, what is it?

I know, I know what it is.

Hi darling, I missed you.

- Where is it Bruno? Where is it? - Where's what?

The dog.

Will you believe it? Well you're going to have to wait.

They're sending him from New York.

Oh boy! I'm getting a dog! I'm getting a dog!

- There you are, Eva. - Thanks.

- You all right? - Yes, dear.

Oh if you want some others, I have lots of them, there they are over there.

Annalise.

Oh, Dora, darling, thanks!

- You're just looking wonderful, isn't she, Palo? - Sure is.

I was telling Palo, I knew sooner or later you'll be coming back to us.

We all missed you, Dora.

- Oliver, want a drink? - Thanks.

- You're always a saint, lovely. - Thank you.

You haven't changed either.

Thank you.

- Tell me, doctor. - Yes?

What did you prescribe Dora this time?

What are you getting at?

You know very well she hasn't been my patience in many years.

She certainly recovered well.

Hardly look like a woman who could drive a man to suicide.

You're trying to be funny, I find it in bad taste.

Oh, for God's sake, where's your sense of humor?

I hardly think it's a matter to joke about.

It was a great shock to Dora, you know.

She certainly should have expected it.

You know Carlos was half crazy...

and on the needle, long before she married him.

See these mark here?

Each is a monkey I killed with this.

Where did all these monkeys come from?

Oh, I don't know.

Why don't we ask your father?

Bruno is not my father, he's my mother's second husband.

- Are you bored, darling? - No, I'm jealous.

You're always leaving.

Tsk. You can at least wait until we've all gone home.

Here's right. Let's get rid of them.

Mama.

I have to kill you.

Marco!

Dora!

- Easy now. - I'm alright, the lights was out and I tripped.

- Let me look. - Oh my god, she's bleeding!

- Oh, it's nothing, just a scratch. - You better desinfect it.

You've got to be more careful, yourself. There's alcohol in the bathroom.

Alright, I missed my shot. Your turn.

I know you think planes fly themselves but you've still go the instruments to worry about...

I can tell after eight or ten hours in a cabin you're damn tire to track of them..

Well it's not happen enough, Andrea, look how much we're responsible for.

Well there's a shot I couldn't even beat.

- Watch this.. - Dora.

Is something bothering you?

Are you asking me that as a doctor or a friend?

I don't mean to sound professional...

it just bothers me to see you so upset.

Excuse me a moment.

The coffee ready, darling? I'm late.

Oh nothing seems to go right, look.

That's because you still need to relax.

I'm trying very hard, you know.

But I hear Marco saying: "Mama, I must kill you"...

really upsets me.

Calm down and stop punishing yourself.

A seven year old boy say a lot of things he doesn't mean...

You take it far too seriously.

Well, it's the way he said it and the tone he used.

There's nothing worst for a marriage than sending a husband off without his coffee.

- Bye! - Oh, will you be coming home tonight?

If I don't love the hostess.

- Bye. - Bye.

Marco! What were you doing in the cellar?

How did you get in? It was locked.

No mama, it was opened.

Marco?

Marco, are you down here?

Marco, what are you doing there?

Come away from there!

What's the matter with you?

- Mama, it's freezing. - What's wrong, darling, are you ill?

I'm cold.

- I'm very cold. - Oh, poor darling.

God, your skin's like ice.

Take me away. I'm cold.

Yes, yes, of course dear.

It's alright, mama will take you up to bed.

Marco, what is it? Oh my god!

Don't worry.

Mama will take care of you.

My god, what's wrong baby?

Can't you talk?

I'll put you to bed right away.

Do you have a fever?

Marco.

What did you say?

What is it, darling? Can't you tell mama?

- Marco! Have you gone crazy? - Haha, I fooled you!

- Marco, stop! - You can't catch me!

Giddiup, yoohoo. Come on men, follow me.

We got to get to the fort, before the indians can attack the settlers.

Bang, bang! You're dead!

Marco?

Marco, stop it now!

Marco! Wait'll I'll catch you.

Marco, you come back here!

Damn this house, and damn you from stopping me from selling it.

It's easy for you to be on the outside and think it's all nonsense.

No, no that's not what I meant. What I'm trying to say is...

sometime it's more serious than they are.

It's only natural that I'm nervous after all that's happened.

Yes, I can understand it.

Well what is it that you're getting at?

- I'm not getting at anything. - Yes you are!

Out with it: "You looked rather tired, dearest".

"Why don't you go see the doctor?"

"Why don't you go to the sanatorium and rest for a while." That's it.

And you're probably thinking I'm imagining this pain.

Oh, Dora, you're no cuckoo! Nothing could be further from my mind.

Look, your breakdown...

Which heaven knows is understandable and could happened to anyone and is a thing of the past.

You're perfectly well now.

If you give yourself half the chance, you could be happy, too.

- Still hurt? - Yeah.

I should learn to watch where I put my feet.

- Where's our photo? - What?

There's just the frame.

Marco.

You're not doing a good job on pretending to be asleep, young fella.

Come on now, I know you're awake.

What are all these stories your mother have been telling me, hmm?

- Why are you always hiding? - Well, I... I can't tell you that now.

- Why not? - I promised I'll tell you when the time come, okay?

Okay, it's a secret.

- You know your mother's upset over your little tricks. - She's always mad at me over nothing.

She doesn't think the things you do is over "nothing", you're making her very nervous.

She's changed a lot since we moved here.

It's not fun anymore.

Did you take that photo off the table in the living room?

Which picture?

Hmm. Nevermind.

Now get some sleep, we'll talk about this tomorrow.

I'll leave the light on in the hall.

Why? You don't have to. You can put it out.

- Aren't you supposed to be afraid of the dark? - Not anymore.

Good buck, I'm proud of you.

- Goodnight. - 'Night.

According to him, you're the one who's changed.

Maybe I have, but so has he.

I can't understand it, he never lied before.

And he acts so strange, he used to be such a happy child.

He's like a different person. It worries me.

You must try to be more patient with him.

He's probably finding his surrounding difficult to cope with...

for him it's a new house.

Yes, that's true, you're right.

But still, finding my underwear, torn to shreds, that was sorrid.

It was done out of pure spite.

I wouldn't accuse your son of having a sex fetish. Haha.

They were probably torn in the washing machine and you didn't notice when you put them away.

Hm, maybe you're right.

Just forget it.

You get yourself to bed, love. I've got to finish my work before I board.

Bruno.

Why don't we leave this house?

Why?

No!

Dora! What is it?

Bruno! Bruno, my god. My god!

Dora, it's alright.

I've had a terrible nightmare.

Look, you've torn your nightgown.

- Bye, darling. - Bye.

What's wrong?

Nothing, I forgot my keys that's all.

Well, you're taking a long time to finish your breakfast this morning.

- Have a good trip, darling. - Thanks.

- I'll see you about nine tonight? - Unless the plane crashes, haha.

Bruno, don't joke like that. You know I hate it.

Dora!

Dora, get a hold of yourself.

No harm's been done. It's just the shutter strap's been broke.

It didn't fall on you or Marco.

- Let's leave this house, please! - Why?

- Let's get away from here. - Why?

Oh, Bruno!

Hey, Bruno.

Oh, Franco.

I was waiting for you at flight control, but you walked right past from me.

I must've been thinking of something else, I guess.

Say, how's the new house?

Oh, we've been having some problems. With Dora, mostly. But it'll work out.

But didn't you tell me she used to live there? She should be used to it.

Yeah, that's part of the trouble.

- Hey, Franco, does this go on board? - Yes.

- Good morning, Captain. - Morning, Helga.

- It's nice to have you again. - Thank you.

- Hold it steady! - I'm trying to, but I can't!

But it doesn't respond!

Marco.

Marco.

- That was a freaky one! - Yeah, all the controls are frozen.

Mama.

Oh, there you are.

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

I feel cold. Where have you been, Marco?

When?

Your hair's all roughed. Before when I called you.

Oh, then? I was chasing after a dog.

Marco, why are you lying to me?

I'm not lying.

Mama...

- Alright, I believe you. - I'm sorry.

Anyone home?

- Misses Baldini? - Yes?

I couldn't find your name on the mailbox. Did you just moved in?

Yes, what is it?

Excuse me, I rang the bell and no one answered.

- The gate was opened. - Oh, it's alright.

This is for you.

- For me? - Yes.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Hello? - Dora.

Bruno?

I'm afraid I'll be stuck in London for a while.

Why? What happened?

They grounded us, they're checking something.

Oh there's nothing to worry about it. It's just the stabilizer or something.

How are you? Still upset?

No, I feel alright now.

Is Marco, okay? Behaving himself?

Yes, he's fine.

No, I don't know how long I'm going to be here.

Yeah, alright.

- Don't get to call, Bruno. - I will as soon as I know.

- Bye, dear. - Bye.

Marco!

"One for each year... in spite of all you are still mine".

Marco!

Did you write this, Marco?

What is it? I didn't write it.

- Don't you lie to me now. - I'm not lying.

Yes, you are!

That's your handwriting, you can't deny it.

Marco, why did you do it?

I didn't write it! I promised you!

Why don't you believe me?

I didn't write it! I didn't!

Dr. Spidini's office, may I help you?

You'd like an appointment?

When? No, I'm afraid today is impossible.

Tomorrow? Let me check his schedule.

No, in the morning he's at the clinic. Tomorrow afternoon, at 3:30 or 6:00?

Six then? Thank you, señora Bora, goodbye.

- See if you like this one too. - Thank you Marco, sit down.

Beautiful picture, very good. Can I have them?

- Yeah, you can keep them. 'Cos I can draw all of those. - Thank you.

- Good morning, doctor. - Come in, Dora.

Come with me?

- Are you going to make Mama draw too? - If she wants to.

- See you later. - In a few minutes. Sit down, Dora, please.

I gave your son a very basic test.

It's quite simple. Look at this drawing.

Beautiful tree...

merry and laden with fruits.

I would say that the child here is without problems.

It's well porportion, the trunk is thick and solid and the branches are graceful and abundant.

The overall concept is a positive one.

The first impression is...

the child's behavior is seemed to be balanced and quite mature for his age.

Exactly the reverse of the way he behaves at home, believe me.

Now we tak the other one.

It represent his relationship towards you.

The bed could indicate the womb of security for him.

The figure of the boy, which is represented with his back turned...

could mean the child needs more affection. Or he feels rejected.

But I am more affectionate with him!

I already told you, unfortunately I'm not a child psychologist.

But I do know you, and your problems very well.

Your past continious anxiety and depression...

as a result of having to live with that drug addict.

His suicide at sea. Your six months in the santorium.

and your electric shock treatments..

might have very well influenced your behavior towards your son.

No. That period is a complete void inside of me.

My mind seemed to have casted it off. Canceled it completely.

It's all vague.

Only now. In that house, in my house...

I'm starting to remember things.

I guess it's due to Marco's behaviors.

But it's strange. It's like my own son is Carlos' twin.

Dora, ghosts are mere figments of our imaginations.

We, ourselves created them to justify our actions and behaviors.

Try to understand, if you can accept your past...

then you can face the future with your husband and child.

Who's there?

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Marco, where are you? Why are you doing this?

Mama!

Marco?

Marco!

Marco, are you down there?

Marco answer me!

Marco!

Where are you?

Where are you? Stop hiding!

Marco!

Marco!

You're driving me crazy!

Mama.

Where have you been? Why didn't you answer me?

Why, Mama? Why did you kill Papa?

It was me!

I killed him! Murdered him!

- Dora! - I murdered him...

Dora...

For the love of god, stop it! It's not true, you're not responsible!

No...

It was me! It was horrible!

- Dora! Calm down! - It was me, it was horrible...

- It was me... - Carlo killed himself.

He never stopped telling you he was a failure.

Once he started on the needle, it was the end of the line.

It was me...

- It was me... - It's a bless now that you're rid of him.

You were living with a real monster!

You were only a victim.

He's driving me crazy, he wants revenge.

His house! It's filled with his presence!

I feel it, it's the one that is controlling Marco.

Making him haunt me.

Please take me away from here! Please!

Please! Please! Please! Please!

- Calm down, Dora. - Please! Please! Please!

Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!

No! It won't go away I can feel it everywhere in this damn house

He wants to kill me too!

- I want to go away! - Calm down.

Come on, drink this.

Come on.

Drink it all. Come on.

All of it!

That drawing. It's Carlos!

That's the proof!

Do you believe me now? Please help me! Please! Please!

Dora, it's just a child's drawing.

No it's not! And stop it with that stupid justification.

I must be sure, there's something I must know.

I must be sure whether I killed him or not.

I can't continue living like this.

I can't stand it much longer. I'll go out of my mind.

I'm afraid...

I'm afraid of living alone...

...of hearing and seeing things.

I'm even afraid of my own son.

Bruno?

My god...

Bruno?

What are you doing?

Don't touch me!

I think you better go back to bed.

I know... he's in there.

He's behind that wall.

No!

Carlo's there, isn't he?

It was the...

It was the only way of getting rid of his body. You see, Dora, when I found you...

You had his blood on your hands.

I don't think you even realized what you've done.

You're the only thing precious I have in this world. I had to protect you.

So my first instinct was to hide the body...

and remove all traces of what had happened.

I pushed Carlos' boat out to sea...

so it should look like he had an accident...

or committed suicide.

Everyone knew he was depressed or an addict and that...

together with your shock and amnesia made it easy.

No one suspected a thing.

We only had to wait seven years for him to be declared legally dead.

I did it to save you, darling, because I love you.

I still do, more than ever.

You love me? And you brought me to live here?

How could you have done such a thing if you love me?

But, Dora, you ought to realize...

what would have happened to us if we sold the house at that time and not come back.

- But I... - They would have founded Carlos' body.

All I wanted to do was get rid of all the evidence against you...

and we can leave this place forever.

What makes you think we can leave? You think he'll allow us?

Dora, what are you talking about?

You still don't believe me.

How can you let such terrible things happen to me all this this time?

- But it's all over now. - You left me alone in this house?

- Maybe you wanted me to go crazy! - Dora, I was never very far away.

He's here... among us!

I can feel his presence.

- I saw him... - Dora, Carlos' dead!

He's back! Don't touch him! Let him be!

Don't touch him! Please! Don't touch him!!

No, Dora!

Mama!

Oh, God! Help me!

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

No!

Sit down, daddy.

Lemon or milk?

Now what game shall we play?