A Look Inside: The Others Page #4

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-Mummy!

Yes, darling. It's all right.

Nothing will happen to you

while Mummy's here.

ANNE:
Look, Mummy.

She really scares me.

It's as if

she 's not looking at you...

but she can see you.

And she 's always around

saying "Come with me "--

No, Anne, don 't lie to me.

ANNE:
Honestly, Mummy.

And she asks me things.

Victor told me she 's a witch.

: what does she ask you?

Things.

Her breath smells.

we have to open

all the curains.

I don 't want any dark corners

where someone could hide.

Yes, ma 'am.

You both search the right side,

and I'll take the left.

Then we 'll search upstairs.

[Sighs]

NICHOLAS :

Perhaps they're ghosts...

who lived

in this house before.

Don 't be stupid.

I've already told you.

ghosts go about

in white sheets...

and carry chains

and go "ooo. "

MRS MILLS :
Now, Anne.

why do you make up

such stories ?

ANNE:
I don 't.

I read them in books.

well, you shouldn 't

believe everything...

that you read in books.

That's what our mother says.

She says all this stuff

about ghosts is rubbish...

and then she expects us...

to believe everything

written in the Bible.

And don 't you believe it?

I believe some things.

But, for example,

I don 't believe...

that god made the world

in seven days.

And I don 't believe

that Noah...

got all those animals

into one boat...

or the Holy Spirit is a dove.

No, I don 't

believe that, either.

ANNE:

Doves are anything but holy.

They poo on our windows.

[Chuckles]

Have you mentioned

any of this to your mother?

oh.

[Knocking]

MRS MILLS :
Ma 'am.

Yes ?

They've searched

everywhere, ma 'am.

There 's no one.

I see.

Mrs Mills.

Yes, ma 'am ?

Do you have any idea

what this might be ?

'Tis a photograph album, ma 'am.

No, but look.

They're all asleep.

Look.

They're not asleep, ma 'am.

They're dead.

'Tis a book of the dead.

In the last century,

I believe...

they used to take

photographs of the dead...

in the hopes

that their souls...

would go on living

through the porraits.

: There are even

group porraits.

[gasps] And children!

oh, it's macabre!

How could these people

be so superstitious ?

grief over the death

of a loved one...

can lead people to do

the strangest things.

GRACE:
get rid of it.

I don 't want it in the house.

MRS MILLS :
Yes, ma 'am.

Mrs Mills, it's cold.

why don 't you come

and sit by the fire ?

Thank you very much, ma 'am.

So... tell me about

when you worked here before.

Did you have

to look after children then ?

No, I was in charge of

organizing the housework.

Hmm.

were there many servants ?

oh, about fifteen.

Though in the end...

there were just

the three of us left.

why?

My employers moved to London.

They came here

less and less...

it being

so out of the way like.

So gradually the house

just became empty.

Everybody ends up leaving

this damned island.

My family left

in the summer of 1 940....

just before the invasion.

That was the last

I've heard of them.

ohh.

I don 't blame them.

Actually, we left, too.

Although, you know...

sometimes when

you leave a place...

it's like it's there

with you all the time.

I always felt like I

never left this house.

why did you leave ?

oh, 'twas on account

of the tuberculosis.

The whole area was evacuated.

ohh.

was that when Lydia went dumb ?

Yes, I think so...

though my memory's

a bit rusty these days, ma 'am.

what happened to her?

It was suddenly one day.

She just... stopped talking.

There must've been a reason.

People don 't just stop talking.

These things

are always the result...

of some sor of trauma.

Something

must've happened to her.

Did your employers

treat you well?

oh, they were always

very kind to us.

They treated us

just like family.

You know, ma 'am,

I think I will go to bed.

I'll never be able

to get up in the morning.

: off you go.

I'm going to stay here

a while longer.

Yes, ma 'am.

[Sighs]

I'm sorry I was so hard on you.

Can you forgive me ?

Anne.

NICHOLAS :
Mummy.

what?

when 's Daddy coming home ?

when the war's over.

why did he go to war?

I mean, nobody's done

anything bad to us.

Daddy went...

Daddy went

because he 's very brave...

and because

he wasn 't prepared...

to let the germans tell him

what he had to do.

NICHOLAS :
why?

[Sobbing]

Charles...

where are you?

[Piano playing]

[Piano playing]

[Music grows louder]

[gasping]

[Music stops]

[Muffled thumping]

[Creaking]

[Lock clicks]

[Creak]

[Bang]

-[Slam]

-oh!

[Door locking]

Mrs Mills!

Mrs Mills!

what's the matter, ma 'am ?

The key to the music room,

give it to me! Quickly!

- what's happening, ma 'am ?

-Come on!

oh, my god.

ohh!

I checked that room myself.

It was empty.

Take these tablets, ma 'am.

They'll do you good.

And yet I felt as if

there was someone else there.

And it wasn 't human.

There is something

in this house.

Something diabolic.

Ma 'am...

Something which is not...

not at rest.

[Sighs]

I know you don 't believe it.

You don 't believe it, do you?

I don 't blame you.

I used to not believe

these things.

[Sighs]

I do believe it, ma 'am.

I've always believed

in those things.

They're not easy to explain...

but they do happen.

we 've all heard stories

of... the beyond...

now and then...

and I think sometimes

the world of the dead...

gets mixed up

with the world of the living.

But it's impossible.

The Lord would never allow

such an aberration.

The living and the dead...

will only meet

at the end of eternity.

It says so in the Bible.

Ma 'am...

there isn 't always

an answer for everything.

[Door opens]

MRS MILLS :

where are you off to, ma 'am ?

I'm going to the village

to pay Father McGraw a visit.

If he won 't come here,

then I shall go to him.

I shall bring him back.

Ma 'am, you should wait

till the weather improves.

:

I've waited long enough.

Ma 'am,

the priest told me that--

: I don 't care

what he told you!

I want him to tell me

personally!

He must come today!

MRS MILLS :
But what are you

going to tell him ?

: That we have searched

every room inch by inch...

and now I need them

to be blessed.

MRS MILLS :

Ma 'am, please, wait.

Still, it's very early.

-Mr Tuttle.

-Morning, ma 'am.

I need you to search

the garden for gravestones.

gravestones ?

Yes. when my husband

bought this house...

we were told

there was a little cemetery.

I think it was over there,

amongst the trees.

I've not seen anything.

Check carefully.

It could be overgrown.

Yes, ma 'am.

I need to know if there was

a family buried here...

and if they had

a little boy-- Victor.

[gate squeaking]

Now she thinks

the house is haunted.

Do you think

it's safe to let her go ?

oh, don 't worry. The fog

won 't let her get very far.

oh, yes, the fog.

The fog, of course.

And when do you think...

we should bring

all this out into the open ?

All in good time, Mr Tuttle.

All in good time.

Speaking of which.

oh!

[gasping]

wha--

oh.

[Footsteps]

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