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going to outlive him, lady.

There'll be no one

to paint you out.

MARION:
What more?

What more do you

want from me?

Peck, peck, peck,

peck, peck, peck.

I must say I was deeply

saddened to hear the news.

If you're up to it, I can walk you

through the various casket options we have.

Or we can do it later.

It's okay.

Let's... Let's do it now.

Okay. Now, I don't know

what your preferences are.

Have you spoken

to her family yet?

Only once. We didn't really

talk about casket choices.

When is she arriving?

Tonight.

Once the police have released

her body, then I'll pick her up.

Oh, I'll need you to fill out

these forms, at your convenience.

(NEON SIGN BUZZING)

(DRIPPING)

(BUZZING STOPS)

(AMBIENT NOISE DISAPPEARING)

(INAUDIBLE)

LISA:
Jamie.

MARY SHAW:
Jamie!

(GHOSTLY MOANING)

(NEON SIGN BUZZING)

No, it can't be.

(GHOSTLY BREATHING)

Marion?

Marion, is that you?

Marion, I told you

not to go down there anymore.

MARION:

The silent time's here.

Now, come out of there

and go to bed.

She's here now.

I know it.

Marion,

I don't have time

to play games.

She won't find me down here.

Marion, I'm not

going to ask you again.

Let's go. Come on, come on.

You just shush now.

The silent time is here.

Go on.

Go on up. I'll be up later.

Did you see her? Did you?

When she killed your wife?

Did you see her do it?

Killed my wife?

What are you talking about?

"Beware the stare

of Mary Shaw

"She had no children,

only dolls

"And if you see her

in your dreams..."

Marion!

She's here. No one's safe.

- No one's safe.

- Come, Marion.

- Marion, you leave him alone.

- No one's safe.

- This is not the time.

- What's she talking about?

I'm sorry, Jamie. She doesn't

know what she's saying.

She's here!

Come. I'm going to take you home

now. Let's go, let's go. Come on.

MARION:
You must bury

the doll! Bury the doll!

Leave him alone.

Leave him alone. Come on.

Marion, we'll go home now.

(READING)

(MARY SHAW HUMMING)

(GRUNTING)

Who dug you up?

(AMBIENT NOISE DISAPPEARING)

(MARY SHAW LAUGHING)

(MARY SHAW LAUGHING)

(MARY SHAW LAUGHING)

Thought I asked you

not to leave the city.

(SIGHING)

I came to bury my wife.

You got a problem with that?

Nope.

Problem is, she's not the

only one that you came to bury.

So, you've been

following me now?

You know, Jamie,

you really are forcing me

to use the word "perplexed"

an awful lot lately.

You mind telling me

what the hell that is?

Okay. Since you don't want

to answer my questions,

maybe you'd like

to answer his.

(CLEARING THROAT)

"Why did you bury me, Jamie?

"Is it because I'm evidence

in a capital crime,

"a crime that you are

the number one suspect in?"

You understand

what I'm saying here?

It's like I told you before.

The night Lisa was murdered,

somebody sent it to me.

It just arrived

on our doorstep.

So, why'd you bury it?

It came from that cemetery.

I was just putting it back.

In the cemetery?

There's an old ghost story around

here about a woman named Mary Shaw.

She was buried

with her doll collection.

Now, the story goes, "If you ever

see her, make sure you never scream."

Or what?

Oh.

Or you end up

without a tongue.

I guess your wife

didn't listen, then, huh?

You son of a...

Hey! Hey!

Settle down, Jamie.

Let's not add assaulting an officer

to your list of offenses here.

So you're trying to tell me

that a ghost killed your wife?

I don't know,

I don't know.

What do you know?

I do know

whoever sent this to me

either knows who killed my

wife or did it themselves.

Hmm.

That's a theory.

I'm going to go.

And I hope you don't mind me taking

our little friend here with me,

seeing as he's evidence

and all.

Great.

Good night, neighbor.

Neighbor?

Sleep tight.

You know, I noticed

you have very smooth skin.

What's your secret?

Oh.

Well, that never works for me.

Friend of yours?

You said Mary Shaw

killed my wife.

Why would you say that?

Marion.

Marion, please!

(SHUSHING)

Yes, I know, I know...

What do you know

about Mary Shaw?

I didn't say anything! I...

You're... You're not

supposed to have that.

Where did you get that?

Maybe you can tell me.

(WHISPERING)

It's hers!

Who? Mary Shaw's?

(WHISPERING) We don't

say her name around here.

You don't say her name.

Well, why don't you try, huh?

It might just help me

find out who killed my wife.

There are things you remember, and

there are things you can't forget.

Like the look on that

woman's face when she died.

Her name was Mary Shaw, the

ventriloquist who lost her voice.

Back when I was a boy, those were

the glory days of Ravens Fair,

and the town built itself

a grand old theater,

the Guignol Theater,

out on Lost Lake.

I only ever went there once.

Where is Billy?

Billy!

Where are you, Billy?

BILLY:

You won't find me, Mother!

(BILLY LAUGHING)

I knew

you were hiding out there!

You, there!

Could you check

under your seat for me?

He's here!

Would you mind

bringing him to me?

Good boy.

Say thank you.

Thank you, Henry.

Is that right, young man?

Is your name Henry?

Well, I guess my boy's

had his eye on you.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

Now, why did you

run away, Billy?

Don't I treat you well?

Oh, yes, you're the best

mother I could ever hope for!

It's just that it gets so

dusty inside that little box,

it makes me want to...

- Want to what?

- Want to...

Want to...

(SNEEZING)

(EXHALING)

Oh, Billy!

You sneezed all over my shoe!

(GASPING)

I'm sorry, Mother.

I can't help it.

MICHAEL:
I can see

your lips moving!

What?

Who said that?

I did. I can see it.

Her lips are moving.

What do you say

to that, Billy?

Young Michael here doesn't

think you're a real person!

What do you mean, Mother?

He thinks you're a dummy,

and that I'm doing

your voice for you.

But that can't be true!

There's no way you'd give me

all the good lines!

Forget about him, Billy!

There will always be doubters!

I don't want

to forget, Mother!

I think we should show

this boy just how real I am.

I'm just as real as him!

No.

I'm afraid we must go on with the show.

No! I'm as real as you are,

and I'll show you!

Leave him alone, Billy!

I'll show him

what it's like, Mother!

Listen to me! That's enough!

I'm as real as you!

- No more!

- Bring him up here!

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

Now who's the dummy?

Some weeks later, that disbelieving

little boy went missing.

Gone without a trace.

But I always felt that Mary

Shaw played some role in it.

And not long after that,

she was murdered.

Who killed her?

No one ever found out.

In her will, Mary stated that her

dummies were to be buried with her,

her children,

as she called them.

All 101 of them.

Her body was brought

to my father's mortuary,

so he could begin work

on her other final request.

Not only did she ask

to be buried with her dolls,

she asked to become

a doll herself.

Henry, are you all right?

Ever since she was buried, Ravens

Fair has been plagued by death,

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