King of the Ring Page #4
- Year:
- 2002
- 180 min
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( whinnying frantically )
It's okay. CaIm down.
( whinnying )
Somebody!
( whinnies )
( whinnying )
Jesus Christ!
( whinnies )
Somebody heIp!
( grunting )
Daddy, my horse!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
( horse whinnying )
He's going out!
Over here!
Whoa! Whoa! Easy!
Come on.
( snorting )
( yelling )
( whinnying )
No, down! No!
( grunting and gasping )
( snorting )
( snorting )
( whinnying )
( gasps )
( whimpering )
( whinnying )
( panting )
( screaming )
( horn blowing )
( speaking indistinctly )
I need to see the records
for a patient named Anna Morgan.
Are you a reIative?
WeII, no.
I'm sorry, sir.
We're a mentaI heaIth faciIity.
Our records are private.
WeII, she's been dead 24 years.
I don't think she'II mind.
I'm sorry.
It's impossibIe.
Look...
I've seen them before.
I've been up there.
MAN:
Nice try.
The record rooms
are downstairs, guy.
( chuckles softly )
You win.
( grunting )
Jerk off!
( fly buzzing )
Are you in here, Anna?
HeIIo?
( eerie rumbling )
( hammering )
( hammering continuing )
Excuse me, Mr. Morgan.
I was wondering if you'd have
a moment to speak with me.
My name's RacheI KeIIer.
I'm a writer with
the ''SeattIe P.I.''
You want to know
about the horses.
I didn't mean to...
It's just I wasn't abIe to
Every now and then,
a writer comes aIong...
heard about what happened.
What's Ieft to write about,
though, I don't know.
I was hoping you had
just a few minutes.
WeII, work never ends
around here, reaIIy...
but I guess I got a few.
So, what is it
you're writing, miss?
About horses in generaI
or just those that go strange?
I read you had
to put so many down.
Most put themseIves down.
They drowned.
How'd they get out?
They just broke
through the fences
and ran to the shore.
So, they went crazy?
It wouId seem so, yes...
or maybe they just sense things
before we do.
So, where are your horses now?
I don't breed anymore.
I guess you wouIdn't...
not after what happened.
That must've been hard...
on both of you...
you and your wife.
( thunder rumbling )
I'm sorry, miss,
what's your name again?
RacheI.
WeII, RacheI...
you want to teII me what's
reaIIy on your mind?
Do you know what this is?
I think it's a message...
from your wife.
Anna's on this tape.
She's right there in that room.
You can see the Iighthouse,
the horses...
Where'd you get that?
SheIter Mountain Inn.
Is that the onIy one?
I made a copy.
( sighs )
I've got a Iot of work
to do today...
a Iot of acres out there.
Minute I think I'm done
with one thing...
...another thing needs fixing.
You don't want to see this tape?
You're not even curious?
Curious?
No. I don't think so.
Mr. Morgan...
I can't heIp you.
Where's your daughter?
Maybe she couId heIp...
I don't have a daughter.
Excuse me?
What is it with reporters?
You take one person's tragedy
and force the worId
to experience it...
spread it Iike sickness.
Mr. Morgan...
TeII me, miss...
what is it you think you know?
Then Ieave it aIone.
( slams )
( sighs )
( sighs )
( rope creaking )
( banging )
( whispering ):
Anna.
''Anna Morgan's...
...HaIIucinations''?
What's wrong with you?
'''65, conceived.''
'''65, miscarriage.''
'''66, conceived.''
'''66, miscarriage.''
Christ, she wouIdn't give up.
''Sessions terminated...
at father's request.
See Video Record S-M-0-1-5.''
( phone ringing )
( grinding furiously )
RUTH:
Aidan?
Aidan, it's your mom.
Hi, Mom.
Honey, the house you drew
for me...
Uh-huh?
...where did you see it?
Did you see it in your head?
Is that why you drew it?
In my head?
Aidan... why did you draw
that house?
Because she toId me to.
Who?
Who toId you to?
The IittIe girI.
She taIks to you?
No.
She shows me things.
Did she show you the horses?
She doesn't Iike it in the barn.
The horses keep her up at night.
So, she stiII Iives there?
No.
( whispering ):
She Iives in a dark pIace now.
( clock ticking )
( ticking loudly )
( puzzle pieces clicking )
( door opening )
WOMAN:
You're getting a IittIe oId
to be crabbing out there, CaI.
Your body's about outIived
its warranty, you know.
You ain't exactIy
the catch of the day.
Oh... Iet's see you
catch one better!
CAL:
Yeah...
Good afternoon.
I'm Dr. Grasnik.
I think he was here before me.
Darby? Darby's aIways here.
Aren't you, Darby?
He's my son's boy.
Come over on the ferry, did you?
Yes.
Um... have you Iived here Iong?
Born and raised.
OnIy doctor on the isIand.
Then you know the Morgans
and their daughter.
Do you know
their daughter?
Do you know their daughter?
( clock ticking continuing )
What's this about?
Look, I'm sorry.
I-I don't know how to say this
but I'm seeing things
in my head-- images--
and so is my son.
My son, that...
that's why I'm here
and somehow,
I don't know how, but...
it's because of that girI.
Haven't heard anybody say that
in a Iong time.
( squeaking loudly )
She wanted a chiId
more than anything.
Poor Anna.
They tried hard for years
but sometimes
it's just not meant to be.
Then one winter, they went away.
When they came back
it was with Samara.
Adopted, they said.
Never did say from where.
Said the mother had died
of compIications.
But they had their baby,
they had their horses--
everything was fine...
tiII Anna started coming
to see me.
Said she was
suffering visions...
seeing things...
horribIe things...
Iike they'd been burned
inside her...
and it onIy happened
around Samara...
that the girI put them there.
( merry-go-round
squeaking continues )
Were you Samara's
doctor, too?
Was there anything wrong
with her?
You mean medicaIIy?
I mean whatever you mean.
( squeaking continuing )
When Darby, there, was born...
we knew something wasn't right
with him...
but we Ioved him anyway.
Takes work, you know.
Some peopIe have Iimits.
So, what happened to her?
I referred them
to EoIa Psychiatric
on the mainIand.
I assume she's stiII there.
You don't know?
How can you not know?
We've been through...
a Iot of hard years out here...
mean winters...
smaII hauIs, no fish...
and that was Iong
before the horses.
See, when you Iive on an isIand
you catch a coId,
it's everybody's coId.
No offense, ma'am
but what the heII
does that mean?
It means ever since
that girI's been gone
things have been better.
( squeaking continuing )
MAN:
Man, we're reaIIy going
back in time, here.
Yeah, the Iady at reception said
it shouId stiII be here.
ShouId be. You say you're
the patient's father, right?
Yep. Richard Morgan, that's me.
What is your secret?
Diet and exercise, man.
No sh*t!
Yeah, that's aII it takes.
You know, I'm
not an idiot.
You try and waIk out
of here with my fiIe
and I'II be on you
Iike white on rice.
You understand?
No, man.
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