Lady in White Page #3

When we were kids...

nothing frightened me more

than the thought of losing my parents.

Then I watched it happen to you.

Both of them within a year.

If it hadn't been for your mother and father,

I don't know what I would've done.

It took a lot of strength

to deal with a loss like that.

It was tough. A lot of mixed emotions.

Eventually you grow up. You grow out of it.

I used to think fear was something

you grow out of like...

being afraid of the dark.

But now, with Marianna gone...

I'm more fearful than ever.

You know, Philly,

the thing that scares me the most...

is the thought of losing one of my kids.

In Mississippi, James Meredith...

the first Negro to enroll

at the all-white University of Mississippi...

will begin classes on Monday.

Meredith 's presence on campus

earlier this month...

resulted in full-scale riots...

and the deployment of 3, 500 Federal troops.

Dear God...

please bless Mama and Papa,

Geno and Dad...

and all the departed souls.

Please bless Melissa. Amen.

Did you ever see a dream walking?

Well, I did!

Did you ever hear a dream talking?

Well, I did!

"The eyes of the Lord

are toward the righteous...

"and his ears toward their cry."

Praise be to the Lord.

Amen.

This morning, we have reason

to give special thanks.

Frankie Scarlatti is well and is still with us.

Our merciful Savior has blessed us

with his presence.

But what of the other children

who are no longer with us?

What has become of them?

They have found the eternal peace

which we all yearn for.

They are forever in one

with the Almighty Father...

in Heaven.

For the eyes of the Lord

are toward the righteous...

and his ears toward their cry.

I don't believe that.

Agnes, please.

It's Mrs. Cilak.

Why did our Richie have to die?

Why wasn't he spared?

Your boy's no better than mine.

That murderer of hers that killed him.

Now he's gonna die, too.

I spit on you.

I spit on your murdering husband.

I apologize for what happened

back there, Matty.

Weeks went by and the days grew shorter.

That year, time had a way

of dragging on forever in Willowpoint Falls.

Merry Christmas.

At show and tell, wise guy Donald

introduced Miss La Della to the limbo.

Now, do you know where the Caribbean is?

San Juan?

I told you, you have to keep the pole up.

No, that won't do.

Up. No, you don t understand. Up. There.

Christmas was coming

and all the preparations had begun.

Mama baked Christmas cookies

for the decorating ceremonies.

Hey, Mama, what's that?

Phil brought the tree,

just as he had every year.

-Will it fit?

-Y eah.

That's it.

Dad and Geno hung lights.

Tony was there, too.

Here, have a snowball, son.

And Papa?

Papa lent a hand wherever needed.

Ma, leave him alone.

You rotten kid.

As for me, I'd grown up just a little bit more

than I was supposed to, I think.

Responsibility had become

my constant companion.

And I was no longer

afraid of things that I could not see.

Help me find her.

Everybody's got to have a place to be alone.

I had my thinking tree.

It helped me think about things

and figure stuff out.

-Frankie?

-Hi, Mr. Lowry.

-Hi. What are you doing up there?

-Just thinking.

You know, I dropped off that package

you've been waiting for.

You did?

All the way from Lincoln, Nebraska. Right.

Wipe your feet.

It's in your bedroom.

Look, Al, all I'm saying is...

unless Frankie can verify

that it wasn't Williams that attacked him--

Come on, Ray.

Frankie told you it was too dark to tell.

They're gonna put Harold Williams away.

I guarantee it.

-Where's their proof?

-He was in the building.

What the hell was he doing there at night?

He got drunk and passed out.

His goddamn prints

were all over that cloakroom.

And all over the rest of the school.

He works there for Christ's sake.

-He's the janitor.

-I'm telling you, that doesn't matter.

This case has been making monkeys

out of all of us for the past 10 years.

Harold Williams is a perfect scapegoat.

He's black.

There's something else, Al.

That little Montgomery girl.

Ten years ago,

we found blood in that cloakroom.

It matched her type.

I know that she was killed there.

What's going on?

Calm down, partner.

There was a little girl. I saw her.

She was killed in the cloakroom.

Sheriff Saunders knows it.

Then I heard something

fall into the furnace grate.

So I went back

and found some stuff down there.

-What kind of stuff?

-lt was kid's stuff.

Stuff that had fallen down in there.

It was all kid's stuff.

-Except for the ring.

-What?

It was his ring.

Maybe that's what he came back to get.

What are you mumbling about?

They were putting in the new furnace.

He knew they might find it.

What?

Dad, I got to talk to you.

Mama's on the warpath again.

It's time to eat.

Tell her we'll be right there.

Frankie, go downstairs

and help your grandma set the table.

-But, Dad.

-Go ahead.

Frankie, pass the ricotta.

Thank you.

Somebody's been into my trunk again.

It wasn't me.

There's nothing in there that would

be of any interest to either one of you.

So stay out.

-Yes, sir.

-Yes, sir.

Where's Pa?

He's drowning himself

because I hide his cigarettes.

I hope you take off your new wristwatch

before you drown yourself.

-Son of a b*tch.

-That's it!

-Come out and eat!

-Shut up.

You jerk.

Did you find your cigarettes?

I put them in the drain.

Mad Miss Amanda Harper

was the town recluse.

She used to give the kids piano lessons,

but that was way before my time.

Before she went crazy

and tried to burn her house down...

while she laid in bed,

laughing at the inferno all around her.

They put her away after that.

But she eventually came home.

I, personally, had never seen her...

but I often heard her playing the piano

when I passed her house.

Come here.

-Hi, guys.

-What's up, man?

Nothing.

We're going to the cottage.

You wanna come?

No. I promised my dad

I'd be home before dark.

Besides, I have to finish

delivering these greeting cards.

What's the matter?

Afraid the Lady in White will get you?

-No.

-Then what are you waiting for?

Hop on.

That's it.

That's where she lived

before she committed suicide.

What do you mean "committed suicide"?

I'd kill myself, too,

if I had to live in a spooky joint like that.

Donald. Where the hell are you?

Guys, look at this.

Look at what I found.

-What is it?

-It's the beast...

that destroyed London.

You a**hole.

I got him at Newberry's. Say hello, Sam.

Come back here. Come back, Sam.

Sh*t. Where'd he go?

There he is.

Grab him! Get him, quick!

Help me find her.

-Okay, now start coming down real slow.

-I'm not touching that thing.

Would you just do what l--

What are you waiting for, Donald?

He's gonna get away.

Holy sh*t!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Guys?

I want to bite your neck.

What are you doing here?

Dad told me to come find you.

Now call a doctor, quick.

-What for?

-To save my unborn child.

Guess you won't be doing it

under the covers for a while.

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