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about this girl. . .

and each afternoon

we'll meet and talk about it?

Do you carry your camera with you

all the time?

Well, let's make use of it.

Take pictures of her.

Okay.

[ Telephone ringing, clock ticking ]

[ Ringing continues ]

ALAN:
Hi, you've reached

Alan, Sherrie, and Danny.

We can't come to the phone

at the moment.

Leave a message. Bye.

[ Beep ]

SUZY:
Rise and shine, Danny.

Hello? Danny!

Get up! Out of beddy-bye.

Suzy?!

[ Giggles ]

Hey, Danny.

You have a little mission

to complete, remember?

Things to find out, photos to take.

Are you sure you're up for this?

Yeah.

[ Giggles ]

Well, you'd better get started, then.

Oh, and, Danny. . .

This is our little secret.

This is about just you and me.

[ Receiver clicks, busy signal ]

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

[ Film advances,

camera shutter clicks ]

[ Bird squawking ]

[ Film advances ]

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

[ Film advances,

camera shutter clicks ]

[ Dog barking in distance ]

[ Door hinges creak ]

WOMAN:
Is anyone there?

Hello?

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Door hinges creak ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Mid-tempo music playing on radio ]

Do you have to have that rubbish

in the house?

M R. THOMSON:
Pardon?

l said, do you have to read

that rubbish in the house?

What's wrong with it?

Are you serious?

Its disgusting.

Its violent pornography.

You should put it upstairs

in the study

with your other magazines.

At least put it

where Suzy can't see it.

We've got gruesome death

out there on the streets,

and you need to read about it

in some magazine?

[ Chuckles ]

Darling, it's a little pathetic.

l am worried about Suzy.

M R. THOMSON:
What's new?

[ Gasps ]

l know what we should do!

We should put bars

on her windows.

What?

Well, locks.

Well, what if there's a fire?

What if she can't get out

the front door 'cause it's blocked?

Forget fires, Frank!

What about intruders?

People trying to break in

to the house?

Oh, please. Fires are the last thing

we need to worry about.

Also, l think

that she's been sneaking out

when we haven't been looking.

This way, we could make sure

that she's not gonna get out.

At least she stopped seeing

that Italian stallion.

Only problem now is

she's seeing that boy next door.

Alan's boy?

Whoever he is.

Well, isn't that a good thing?

It'd be safer, wouldn't it?

You think?

Yeah.

[ Scoffs ]

Excuse me, but it's bad enough

that we have to live

across the street

from his father after that. . .

incident years back.

Frank, he's very weird.

And have you noticed

the new wife?

l always see her

down at the shopping mall.

She's always down there

in that store looking --

l don't know --

using the word "common"

would be far too kind.

And the boy's just strange.

He's always creeping around

the neighborhood with his camera,

spying like some juvenile pervert.

Im not having it.

Mnh-mnh.

Will you get the locks?

Chin chin.

[ Glasses clink ]

These tell us nothing.

What?!

Well -- well,

what about the bathtub?

That's too obvious.

l mean, killers aren't going

to dissolve body parts

in their backyard, are they?

Besides, they're all skinny girls.

No meat on them.

Well, except maybe for Teresa.

She had a fat ass and no tits.

This is just the start of it, Danny.

You haven't even scratched

the surface yet.

[ Music box plays ]

That's Mrs. Howatt,

Amanda's mum.

She'll be waiting

until hell freezes over.

l can't believe only four days ago

l called her a b*tch.

A b*tch one day and gone the next.

That's the Dispina family.

The oldest daughter, Sofia,

told me last year

that their father

won't leave them alone. . .

if you know what l mean.

This is the street's biggest mystery.

Why does she stand there all day?

There are answers to things

in that house, Danny.

You and l are gonna find out

all of its secrets.

And when we do. . .

we're gonna catch ourselves a killer.

l have a little test for you, Danny.

[ Breathing heavily, grunts ]

SUZY:
Tonight when it gets dark,

l want you to sneak around

to some of these houses. . .

take pictures of them. . .

and get me some secrets.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

[ Women moaning on television ]

l don't want your money, honey

l want your love

l don't want your money, honey

l want your love

l don't want your money, honey

l want your love

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

l want your love

Suzy!

Do you know

what you're doing?

[ Music shuts off ]

Lick it! Love it!

Suck it! Cock!

What does it look like?

Darling, just -- look at you.

You're parading around the house

practically naked

with the drapes open!

So?

So, people are watching!

Darling, they watch!

You might as well

send an invitation out

to every pervert in the neighborhood!

Get a grip, mother!

lf you knew. . .

lf you only knew.

[ Clang ]

[ Door opens ]

WOMAN:
You did that on purpose.

No, l didn't.

Yes, you did. l watched you.

Well, can l have my ball back?

No.

DANNY:
Who are you, anyway?

It doesn't matter who l am.

l just want to be left alone. Please?

Im sorry.

You can keep the ball.

[ Door hinges creak ]

Who are you?

Im Daniel.

Daniel Hobson.

l just live down

the other end of the street.

Um. . . what's your name?

M-my name's Jennifer.

Hi, Jennifer.

Hello, Danny.

l should go back inside now.

Bye.

Now that you've seen

what l look like,

will you please leave me alone?

[ Door closes ]

[ Gasps ]

Ohh.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Alan.

We need to talk.

What do we need to talk about?

Us.

Danny.

[ Exhales sharply ]

As much as you want to avoid this,

as much as you want to hide

from the past,

we have to talk about it eventually.

lf we don't,

it's gonna tear us all apart,

including Danny.

Nothing affects Danny.

[ Puts object down ]

He's just a kid.

That's bullshit.

None of this is good for him, Alan --

none of it.

l come home every afternoon

to find him in this room

looking for something

that is not here.

Daniel is my son.

Okay? He's mine.

And as my son,

l will raise him as l see fit.

That's where you're so wrong.

You're so wrong,

and you're so cruel.

Daniel is our son.

He's ours!

I'd like to think that after 1 4 years,

Im a little bit more

than a live-in girlfriend, you know.

Im a bit more to Danny

than a stepmother.

Im all that he's ever known.

Alan, the way

that you keep secrets from him,

the way that you talk to him --

his lack of identity

has made him a social outcast.

He's a kid who can't relate

to the real world.

That's enough. Okay?

Enough.

Now, you should just shut up

before this goes too far, Sherrie.

Okay?

He's a 1 4-year-old boy

that's never even seen a picture

of his real mother.

Jesus, Alan.

What was her name?

Can you tell me?

Can you tell me that?

What happened to her?

What did you do to her?

What did you do?

[ Music box plays ]

[ Birds chirping ]

Now. . .

Speak to me.

So, what was it you were

in such a rush to tell me?

l saw her.

The woman in number 46.

l saw what she looked like.

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