Lady in White Page #4

Sh*t, I thought you were asleep.

Come on, get up. Be serious.

-I saw her.

-Who?

-The Lady in White.

-What?

Melissa's mother is the Lady in White.

-Who's Melissa?

-Melissa Montgomery.

Ten years ago, she was killed

in the cloakroom. I saw it happen.

You gonna tell Dad I do it under the covers?

If you do I'll tell him you went into his trunk.

I have proof.

Listen to me!

Mom used to say

sometimes when someone dies violent...

they can't rest in peace.

I heard something fall into the furnace grate.

That's what the person who tried to kill me

came looking for.

-Looking for what?

-I thought it was the barrette.

But it was this.

My God.

I must have lost it.

-Lost what?

-The ring.

That's what the killer came looking for.

It was in the grate.

What kind of ring?

It was a graduating ring,

like the one Chicky got last summer...

but very old.

Come on, Toad. We better get back

before Dad lynches us both.

But, Geno, I've got to find it.

-It's the only thing that'll--

-Come on, I'm tired. Let's go.

You know what? I heard the weatherman say

it's going to snow in Toben County.

-We might get lucky.

-Yeah. Lucky.

Charlie!

It's okay, Papa, it's Geno.

I thought Grandma caught me smoking.

-I won't tell if you won't. Deal?

-That's okay. That's good.

Don't scare her.

I'm trying my best.

What does she want?

She wants her mother.

You got her number? Let's call her.

I already told you.

Her mother is the Lady in White.

She's with him.

Where are you going?

It's 10:
00. I've gotta follow her.

That's when she was killed.

I heard the bells ringing

when I was in the cloakroom.

That's where he's taking her.

I'm not staying here alone.

Wait!

That's it. That's the cloakroom window.

-Let's go home.

-No.

Don't you see? He's taking her to the cliffs.

Toad, wait!

Mommy?

She's alive!

Mommy!

No!

Melissa!

Melissa, where are you?

Come here, child.

Frankie, you okay?

-How you feel?

-Horrible.

What time is it?

-33 o'clock.

-3:
30?

That's what I said. What's the matter?

You no understand English?

-Why didn't you wake me up for school?

-Why? I'll tell you why.

You're so sick you don't remember.

You shook all over this morning.

I did?

I think maybe you got pneumonia.

God forbid.

Because all night the window was open.

Here.

-Where's Frankie?

-At school. Where do you think?

-Phil, you want more caff?

-Basta, Mama. I've had enough.

I promised your brother I'd pick him up,

take him for target practice.

-I want to come.

-You?

Are you crazy? You don't go no place.

Where's Dad?

What do you care where is your father?

You're sick.

So don't make me lose my temperature.

-It's temper, Mama. I've got a temperature.

-Me, too. So don't make me mad.

Yeah.

Bye-bye.

Too much talk. No work.

Come on, Geno. We try the other end.

-No, Mama.

-Come on.

Thanks, Johnny.

-Nick.

-What's up?

They're letting him go.

Grand jury refused to indict.

-lnsufficient evidence.

-Had to be. The D.A.'s mad as hell.

All right. Just take it easy.

Where's my Matty? Where is she?

-How do you feel, Mr. Williams?

-I feel just fine.

What are you gonna do now?

These men are gonna take me back to jail.

I'm gonna get my things,

and go home to my family.

-Okay.

-Thank you, Mr. Williams.

This is Jim Elliott, WGAC, reporting

live at the Gabriel County Courthouse.

Harold Williams, the accused suspect

involved in the Cliffside child murders...

has just been released by the grand jury

on grounds of insufficient evidence.

Stay in jail where you belong!

Where are you going, Agnes?

I want to apologize.

-I'll be home waiting for you.

-I'll be coming home.

Mr. Williams.

Hello, Ms. Cilak.

I just wanted to say...

I'm sorry...

for all the trouble you've been through.

Thank you.

That means a lot coming from you.

You're kind.

Very kind.

That's for my Richie.

Oh, my God!

-No!

-He's been shot!

-God, you're hurt. Ray!

-How bad?

Can you walk? Nice and easy.

Let's take you to the doctor.

She's in shock. Easy. Give us some room,

will you please?

It appears Harold Williams

has been shot and killed.

"A.R.S."

"Angelo Rudolfo Scarlatti."

"M.P T."

"Michael...

"Philip Terragrossa."

Phil.

I'll never be that good.

It just takes a little practice, that's all.

You have to train your mind not to think

about else anything except your target.

It's getting late.

Mama's probably already made dinner.

I thought you and I were gonna talk.

I'm tired.

Okay. We'll talk on the way home.

But what do you say we have one more shot

at that bull's-eye before we go?

-All right.

-Good.

Okay. Get ready.

I want you to keep your eye

on the bull's-eye and your left arm straight.

That's it.

Keep your eye on the target.

Pull back.

Hold your breath.

Release.

Yeah. Not bad.

-Not bad at all.

-I don't believe it.

We're gonna make a marksman

out of you yet, Broken Arrow.

Well, let's pack up.

You take these. I'll get the target.

Okay.

Did you ever see a dream walking?

Well, I did!

Okay, partner. Hand me those keys.

I'll take you home and get you some chow.

Frankie, what's the matter?

Come on. Open the door.

Please.

Open the door!

Open the goddamn door!

Now, please. I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm not gonna hurt you. See?

Now, you got to listen to me, Broken Arrow.

That night in the cloakroom...

I didn't know it was you.

I mean, I couldn't see you behind the mask.

I mean, if I'd known it was you...

I never would have....

Frankie, don't.

Don't!

Dad!

Just tell me where it is, Frankie,

and I won't hurt you.

I don't want to hurt you.

I love you. You're a beautiful boy.

Please, give me the ring,

and I won't say anything about it.

Nobody has to hear anything about it.

Your dad doesn't even have to know.

Oh, God. I could never face him if he knew.

Where is it? Give me the ring!

Do you like my playing?

I could teach you. I've taught many children.

I taught her how.

And her mother.

How beautiful she was.

And how she loved her little girl.

She lived and died for her.

I wanted to die, too.

But they wouldn't let me.

What is the good of living

when all that you love is gone?

Even in death, she couldn't rest.

I know.

I see her roaming the cliffs at night...

searching for her little girl.

Calling out her name.

Melissa.

All these years...

how well I've kept her for you, Anne.

Her room.

All her little things.

I've kept them, all for you...

my beloved sister.

Now, now, child.

I've killed him.

See?

Mommy.

Thank you.

Frankie!

Dad.

Dad!

I love you, Dad.

No.

It's okay.

Take it.

Take it!

Don't.

Philly, no!

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