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-Mikey has had a lot of hard times!

-Poor little Mikey! Poor Mikey!

Wht do I have to suffer every time

I talk to the son of a b*tch?

-You are just so sensitive!

-I know it's Christmas, Laura.

I know it's the season of giving,

but I don't give a sh*t right now!

I just wanna get

off this goddamn road!

-Jesus! Mother of..! F***!

-Oh, Frank!

It's okay, honey.

We just had a blow-out.

-Okay.

-I'm pregnant.

Marion!

Jesus Christ!

I smoke pot.

I'm gonna go change the tire.

You handle that wrench

like a whore handles a baby.

-F***ing do it yourself, man.

-You watch your mouth, goddamn it.

-All right.

-You want some help?

How is Marion doing?

She's pregnant.

-How are you?

-Frankly, it's been much for one night.

I'll say.

-Where did Richard go?

-He's probably off smoking a joint.

That is not funny!

Our son is doing drugs!

Please, Laura.

-Can't you see this is a cry for help?

-Christ! It's just a joint, all right?

-Not worse than those pills you take.

-My pills are legal!

Pregnant.

Man, I hope it's a boy.

What's up, little critter?

I'm your Uncle Dick.

That means you'd better

show me some respect, huh?

Or I will f*** you up.

Okay.

Are you okay, honey-bunny?

-Don't you ever call me that again.

-Okay.

-Okay, that's fine.

-That's what Brad called me.

Uncle Dick. Right on.

F***!

I love you.

Jesus!

Okay. I'm done. Let's go.

Richard, we're going!

-It's the car!

-Oh, my God...

Open the door!

-Open the door! Open the door!

-Laura! Laura!

Let's go back and get the car!

Dad! Dad!

Richard! Richard!

Come here!

Laura, get in the car now!

-Frank...

-Get in, we'll get him!

-Faster!

-lt doesn't go any faster, Laura!

-Where is he?

-I don't know. I can't see him.

The son of a b*tch

shut off his lights!

-They are gonna kill him.

-No!

-They are gonna kill him!

-No, they won't!

-Yes, they are!

-Calm down, mom!

He'll be all right!

I'll get him!

-lt was Richard!

-Shut up! Damn it!

It was Richard!

Stop the car! Stop the car!

Please...

My baby!

Please...

What did they do to you?

-Mom...

-Come on.

Come on, baby. You can wake up.

Come one, baby.

Laura...

-Laura...

-What? What?

-Mom, he is...

-No! No, no...

This is one of his jokes, isn't it?

You're just like your father.

Remember the time that

he took me to New Orleans?

-We never went to New Orleans.

-'Course not. You're not his father.

-What?

-Richard is not your son.

-Mom, what are you talking about?

-She's out of her f***ing mind.

I am not out of my mind.

Don't you remember Alan Rickson?

-Laura...

-What? What?

-What did you say?

-You remember Alan Rickson?

My baby. I don't wanna go.

I don't wanna go.

-Please, let me stay with him.

-Come on.

Let me stay...

Don't take me from him! Oh, God!

Please, I don't wanna go.

Please, Frank...

-What are we gonna do?

-We gotta go to the police.

How are we gonna go to the police?

We're in the middle of nowhere.

-Come on. Let's go, honey.

-We can't leave him here.

No, we won't.

He was my son.

He goes with us.

What is it?

It's what Uncle Mike

wanted for Christmas.

Thank God for the gun freak.

Isn't Michael coming?

-Michael? Who the hell is Michael?

-It's Richard.

His real name is Michael. Because

that is what Alan wanted to call him.

-Richard is dead!

-Okay.

Would you like some pie?

-lt was that sign again.

-How far is this f***ing town?

-We've been driving for 1 00 miles.

-What a wonderful Christmas.

I wonder if I should save

some pie for Michael?

-Do you think she's gonna recover?

-I don't know.

But she's gonna have to

face reality sooner or later.

-What a wonderful Chrismtas.

-God only knows how she will react.

-Can't be any worse.

-lt can be much worse.

Look, I finished the pie.

-Could I have a pen, please?

-What for?

-I'm gonna do a drawing.

-Good, good. Here, my pen.

-You are so beautiful, Marion.

-Jesus!

Let's hope there's

a hospital in Marcott.

What if we never reach Marcott?

What if she gets us first?

-Who?

-The lady in white.

-That woman with the baby?

-Yeah, I saw her in the woods...

...right after Richard disappeared.

-You saw her?

And then I remembered the story

my grandfather used to tell me.

Used to creep me out

every time I heard it.

Look. I made a drawing of Brad. This

was his leg that was hanging out.

-It's for you.

-Okay, Mom.

Wipe your face.

There was this couple that was

driving home from a wedding...

in Rhode lsland.

It was night. It was raining.

And they saw a little girl

standing by the side of the road.

And she was just wandering back

and forth, clutching the school book.

They stopped and they let her

get into the back seat...

and they tried to talk to her,

but she must have been in shock.

They were driving on down the road,

all of a sudden they heard a scream...

coming from the back seat.

They slammed on the brakes,

they nearly had an accident.

Miraculously, they didn't go over the

cliff. They turned to the back seat...

the little girl had vanished.

There was just her school book

there, with her name on it.

Barbara Rose.

And then they remembered:

the entire Rose family had died

in a tragic car accident...

right at that cliff,

five years earlier.

Come on! Dad, what are you saying?

That that woman is a ghost?

Look! We've got potato chips!

I'll get them open.

I didn't know we had them.

-Do you want some?

-Mom, don't eat them so fast.

-You're gonna make yourself sick.

-I am not.

Oh, God! We'd better wake up

from this nightmare pretty soon.

Do you feel better, Laura?

Dad, who's Alan Rickson?

I have no idea.

-What was Mom talking about?

-I never heard of any Alan Rickson.

She's in shock. She's talking

a whole lot of nonsense.

-Why would she do that?

-You tell me.

Wow! Look what I found!

Mom, put the gun down.

It's dangerous.

It's not. It's a toy! It's like

the one Michael used to have.

-Laura!

-I was just kidding!

Laura, that is a loaded gun.

Put it down.

You are just trying to scare me.

I don't wanna play with you anymore.

-Bang-bang, you are dead!

-Okay.

Okay, sweetheart. You win.

I'm dead.

-Do something.

-Like what?

-You are the shrink.

-Student shrink.

-Marion...

-Mom!

-Yes, darling.

-We'll play something else now.

Remember when

we used to play house?

I don't wanna play that. I wanna

play what Michael and I used to.

Laura, this is not a game!

Our son is dead!

-No.

-Richard is dead!

Dad!

Holy sh*t!

The b*tch shot me in the leg!

-ls he hurt?

-Mom, go back to the car.

-It's gonna be all right.

-ls he gonna die too?

Nobody is gonna die anymore, okay?

How does it look, Doc?

We'll see.

-Hold this. Hold this!

-All right.

-I have to get the pellets out.

-Okay.

Light on the wound, please.

-Have you done this before?

-No, this is my first time.

-Sh*t!

-Light on the wound!

Right.

-Okay, brace yourself.

-Why?

Brace yourself.

Oh, God!

That hurt more than the shot!

Okay, lift your leg up.

All right. All right.

You should be all right now.

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