Dolls
Hey, wait!
- Banker!
- You brat!
A**hole.
Baby, you almost hit them.
You want me to go back
and try a second time?
Where are we, anyway?
I thought you
were in charge of the maps.
Maps bore me.
And now, for the weather.
For the weekend,
the outlook is for clear skies...
with temperatures in the mid-60s.
Clear conditions are expected
to prevail well into the week.
And now, back to our music.
I don't like the look
of these clouds up ahead.
Maybe we should pull over.
Where? A nearby cave?
- This is incredible.
- What?
Isn't this something, baby?
Oh, God!
Come on.
- Well?
- Okay.
Piece of sh*t!
Couldn't get the Rolls, could you?
Try it again.
God damn it! All right.
- God damn it!
- Careful of the mud, dear.
Jesus Christ!
Daddy, stop swearing.
Mommy says it's not nice to swear.
Shut up.
- But Mommy says...
- Well, Mommy's not here now.
- But...
- Judith.
Rosemary.
That's "Mama Rosemary. "
You're not my mother.
Thank God.
I could use
a little help out here, dearest.
Unless you plan on levitating
this thing, I think it's here to stay.
Damn.
Daddy.
- I'm gonna kill that kid.
- Stand in line.
It looks like
the storm's kicking up again.
I think we should just
leave the car and split.
- This whole road could flood out.
- You want me to walk?
Not far. Just down the road, look.
Hon, that means shelter.
Maybe we can make it
before the rain starts up again.
Lovely vacation you planned.
Leave that thing here.
Teddy and I go everywhere
together. We're best friends.
- Come on.
- Not this time, tootsie.
You'll travel faster solo.
Teddy'll get you for that.
Oh, God!
- Oh, sh*t!
- Teddy!
No!
Daddy.
Oh, Teddy.
Quit moaning about
that toy and get moving.
What is holding you two up?
Your kid is daydreaming again.
All right.
What is it this time, Judy?
Ghosts? Goblins?
Little green men on pie-plates?
Jeez, I don't know what kind of
crap your mother's been feeding you.
Holy cow!
Look at this place.
Not exactly a four-star hotel.
- Come on, short stuff.
- Come on!
Knock.
- Maybe they left because of the storm.
- Maybe.
Suppose they
know something we don't.
Suppose this
place is flooding out.
Suppose they left for higher ground.
- Suppose we're trapped here! Suppose...
- Suppose you shut up.
What?
I said, I suppose they shut
up this place because of the storm.
- Hello?
- Knock again.
- We can get in this way.
- That's breaking and entering.
Who's going to arrest
us out here? Count Dracula?
Come on.
- Come on.
- No.
- Your hand.
- Sorry.
- This coat is ruined.
- Sorry.
Watch your step.
This looks like a warehouse.
There's got to be a light switch
around here somewhere.
- Nice going.
- I got scared.
What did you see this time?
Much as we love visitors...
we do prefer
them to use the front door.
But the front door's
locked and no one answered.
- And we were awfully wet.
- Oh, poor dear.
Got taken unawares by the storm?
They do arise
rather suddenly around here.
All right. Come on up.
Come up and get warm.
- Thank you.
- Thank you very much.
What's the matter?
Afraid of the dark?
No, afraid of
what's in the dark.
She's always
daydreaming. Seeing things.
You have an active imagination?
- I suppose.
- That's good.
Then you've
come to the right house.
That you have.
Come into the kitchen.
We have the stove on.
This old house
gets clammy when it rains.
Wow!
I'll get a hot meal inside you,
then give you a tour of the house, okay?
Okay.
What's the matter, my dear?
Just my imagination.
I've never seen a storm like this.
Yes, they are quite fierce.
Strangers never seem to see them coming.
Not that we get many tourists around here.
People do frighten of the forests
and the violent storms.
- But we like them, don't we, my dear?
- Oh, yes.
This can be the
most exciting place to live.
- You're kidding me.
- Hilary and I... Where are my manners?
I'm Gabriel Hartwicke,
and this is my wife, Hilary.
David Bower. This is my
wife, Rosemary, and my daughter...
Judy.
That's not my real mother.
My real mother lives in Boston.
Can it.
This will put a little meat
on your bones, dearie.
for a vacation. - Tell me about it.
Unusual, but
rich in adventure and beauty.
- How do you stand the weather?
- We're used to these storms.
They're almost magical.
They seem to go on and on.
It's like one long night.
Exactly, my dear.
The longest night in the world.
How quaint.
The weather brings out creativity.
It helps me in my work.
What kind of work is that? Witchcraft?
Close to it.
I'm a doll maker.
I make the most wonderful toys:
dolls, puppets, soldiers, ballerinas.
But nowadays, people seem to want
their playthings mass-produced.
Nobody wants dolls
that are special anymore...
- that are one-of-a-kind.
- I do.
Yes, I believe you do.
Judy, tell me,
one thing I've noticed about you.
You don't have a doll.
That doesn't seem natural to me.
A little girl without a doll
is somehow incomplete.
I had Teddy when
I left the car, but...
But the clumsy little
dear dropped him in the forest.
I dropped it in the forest.
That's a shame.
L can't replace Teddy.
But I can make sure
you have some company whilst you're here.
A very dear friend of mine.
I like him.
- Say hello to Mr. Punch.
- Hello, Mr. Punch.
Punch's partner's name is Judy.
The same as yours.
Hear that? We're partners.
Come on, Mr. Punch. You'll sit
down with me and have some soup.
Okay, Judy.
Jesus! L feel like sh*t!
Wet to the bleeding skin.
God!
Hi. Please excuse us.
My name is Ralph. Ralph Morris.
These girls, they were just
hitchhiking and so I picked them up.
Picked us up?
- Trying to catch some talent, Ralph?
- They're just kidding.
I just thought because
it was raining, you know.
You thought you'd try a threesome?
No! Lt was just because it was raining
and the way you guys are dressed...
I just thought...
What's the matter
with the way we're dressed?
- Come and sit over here, Ralph.
- Thank you.
My name is
Gabriel, and my wife, Hilary.
- David, Rosemary, and Judy.
- And Punch.
Oh, jeez! L haven't seen
a Punch doll since I was a kid.
You like toys?
You like to play around, Ralphie?
Oh, yes! L mean, no.
I liked dolls when I was a kid.
But, of course, I'm not little anymore.
Prove it.
This is Isabel and I'm Enid.
You're all welcome to stay the night
until the storm settles down.
Why don't you show our guests
to their rooms, Gabriel?
All right.
Let's get you people settled in.
Here, let me give you a hand.
There you go.
Hey, mister.
- Ralph.
- Ralph, are you scared?
Of course not.
- This house.
- Don't be silly.
Only one bed?
Where's the kid supposed to sleep?
She has a room of her own.
That's a wonderful idea.
Yes. L thought you would like it.
What do you think about Ralph?
What do you mean? Do I fancy him?
No, stupid.
I mean,
is he gonna fall for it or not?
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