Chanthaly Page #4

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Isn't that right?

That's true.

Trust me. It'll be fine.

You'll see.

I love you, ok?

What's gotten into you?

I live here with you now.

I'm family, you know.

What are you doing here?

She didn't notice me.

I warned you about contacting them.

I'm not.

Then you don't need to be in here.

Tell me what you remember

from when you were little.

My father raised me.

I was lonely.

Come sit down with me.

What do you remember about me?

You were so young when I died,

and I was just a little older

than you were when you died.

You were so sweet.

But I was so unhappy.

Not because of you.

And not because of your father.

Not then.

I'm sorry you lost your daughter.

How did you die?

Tell me about growing up.

How long have you been watching me?

Your whole life.

Then you don't need me to tell you.

Please.

I never had many friends.

I was always too weak to play outside.

I went to school, but

only until I got worse.

My father taught me to

read and write at home

and he'd bring me books,

but I didn't really enjoy them.

I never had a boyfriend.

When I was young,

I watched TV and dreamed

about falling in love.

But there was nobody in my

life to fall in love with.

So after a while, I stopped dreaming.

I had a chance though, before I died.

There was a man that came into my life,

and maybe if I'd had time,

my father would have given

permission for us to marry.

I don't know... if that

was even a possibility.

I missed having a mother,

and because I was obsessed with that loss,

I didn't appreciate my father.

Or my friends.

I treated them poorly in so many ways.

Especially before I died.

If I could go back...

You can't go back.

That's enough. I don't want to

hear any more about your life.

You asked me to tell you.

This is your life now.

Chan?

You can hear me?

Don't be afraid.

It's just me.

I think had too much to drink.

Maybe.

But even if you weren't

drunk, I'd still be here.

What are you looking at?

She doesn't like it when

I try to talk to people.

Who doesn't?

I'm still in the house, Thong.

You have to tell my father.

I'm still here.

Okay?

Okay.

Who are you talking to?

You told me to stay away

from the reception.

Is there somebody there?

Shhh! Tell my father. Please, Thong.

Help yourselves, okay?

- To the groom!

- Thanks.

Cheers.

Something changed.

What did you do?

I'm sorry, I...

What is it, Thong?

I...

What is it?

May I speak with you, sir?

What the hell has gotten into you tonight?

I...

He must be drunk already.

It's okay. Let him speak.

He's a friend from the neighborhood.

What did you have to say?

You can wish the couple

well on their wedding day.

You can eat. Have a drink. Help yourself.

Of course. Enjoy the party.

I really just need to speak with you...

Chanthaly wanted me to tell you...

- She's still here. In the house.

- Enough.

Stop, Thong. Stop it now.

- I saw her.

- Go home, Thong. Just go.

You lied to me.

It's impossible.

Who's there?

What's going on?

Chanthaly!

Please! Let him go!

You see what you've done,

you disobedient child?

Don't disobey me again.

You have to convince him.

I talked to him, and he won't listen to me.

But maybe if you say something,

he'll listen to you.

If your uncle doesn't

believe in the ceremony,

I'm not going to force

him to go to the temple.

We could have somebody

come to bless the house.

You're overreacting.

The boy died on our property.

And you think I'm overreacting?

We don't know how he died.

But he died after telling us

that Chanthaly was still here.

He was obsessed with her.

It drove him crazy.

But I saw her, too.

You told me that you were just tired.

That you were mistaken.

I'm not so sure anymore.

But I'm not crazy.

I brought my things to move in.

We didn't want your uncle to live alone.

Then convince him to hold

the ceremony for Chanthaly.

No.

It's superstition.

Then we're leaving.

I can't live here anymore.

You're being irrational, Bee.

Get my bags.

I want you to come with us.

I live here.

I'm sorry, but I can't stay.

I'll come to check on you.

To help clean and cook, just like before...

But I just really can't

continue living here.

Bee,

You have a new husband.

It's good for you to have

a place of your own.

You know that's not why I'm leaving.

I still love you, uncle.

Thank you.

I should leave now.

Goodbye.

Take care of yourself.

I'll try to talk to her again.

It's okay.

The women in our family are

all stubborn like this.

I'll be going now, sir.

Take care of each other.

Goodbye.

I need a minute.

Chanthaly...

Please. Move on and don't

disturb this house.

Be at peace. Leave your father in peace.

I promise to visit your father often.

I'll take care of him,

and make sure he's well.

You can leave now, Chan.

Don't worry anymore.

Did you hear her prayer?

If you want to leave, then leave.

What's out there?

Nothing. Only darkness.

That's what they call peace

when they pray at the shrine.

That's where they want you to go.

If you leave, your father

won't have a moment to rest.

He'll never be safe in the house again.

Once the gate closes...

Come on, Moo.

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