Poltergeist III Page #2

and he'd already written a lot.

He'd been playing by ear | and making up tunes since he was 6.

At 8...

he had written | his first of several polonaises.

And at the ripe old age of 12...

he was asked to play for the Czar of Russia.

Pretty scary, even for an old-timer of 12.

In this school, where we're dealing with | gifted children with emotional problems...

we have to open them up.

So, we make them aware of the fact...

that other famous child prodigies | shared similar problems.

It makes them comfortable | to know they're not that different.

These kids are about to find out | that Chopin was crippled by shyness...

- and used music to overcome it. | - Excuse me, Dr. Seaton...

that little blonde girl keeps staring | at the mirror as if she sees us.

- Do you think she can? | - No.

But you think she's staring straight at you?

That is one of her dubious talents, | making people believe things.

- Has she ever... | - Let's talk in the hall.

She's a very interesting case, | our Carol Anne.

Reasonably well-balanced, | extremely intelligent...

IQ well into the 150s, | and one hell of an imagination.

- Most bright kids do. | - True...

but even the brightest ones allow adults | to intimidate them back to reality.

"Dad, there's a purple cow in our yard. "

"What, are you nuts? Get out of here. "

But Carol Anne's different | than most of our other geniuses.

She seems able to project her imagination...

convince others that | the purple cow in the yard is real.

Apparently, she actually convinced | an entire neighborhood that it was haunted.

There's a talent.

You think she's able to create | some sort of mass hysteria?

No, not really. It's more like mass hypnosis.

As I work with her, try to work with her, | the child's impossible...

the more I'm convinced she actually might | be capable of inducing mass hypnosis.

- Have you put her under? | - Only once. It was terrifying.

- For her? | - For both of us.

I started to experience what she was seeing.

My God.

He found her.

I'm sorry. Stay and finish your tea.

I've got to go.

Mommy, where are you? I can't see you! | Where are you?

He's after me, Mommy! I'm scared!

Yes, I am ready!

I can't find you! He's getting closer!

Who?

The man! The ugly man!

I've got you, Carol Anne. You're safe.

You're in your room in Cuesta Verde. | You're safe.

Everything's calm.

Tell me about what's just happened.

The man wanted me | to lead him into the light.

It's so cold there. I heard them talking.

He said it was my daddy's fault | because of the houses...

the houses my daddy built on their graves.

He said I had to lead them into the light. | Into the light.

- Why do you have to lead them? | - I was born in that house.

- Robbie! The tree's eating Robbie! | - Sleep.

I'm going to count to three.

And when I snap my fingers, | you will awaken.

You will not remember any of this.

One...

two...

three.

How do you feel?

Okay.

One word.

How do you feel deep down inside?

One word.

I don't know.

Lonely, maybe.

Lonely?

Sure, why not?

It gets lonely being away from home, | doesn't it?

Yeah. Aunt...

Pat and Bruce and Donna are real nice, | but I miss my mom and dad.

And even my brother.

That's very good.

- What? | - The way you made me look in the mirror.

I didn't make you look at anything.

That's what he meant, manipulation.

What were you looking at | that made me turn?

Nothing.

You were looking at something.

I don't want to talk about it.

When you talk about things | that bother you, they go away.

No, if you talk about things, they happen.

Who told you that?

Go away!

Are you all right?

What happened? What broke the mirror?

A little demonstration in mass hypnosis.

She made me believe I saw a coffee mug...

fly off my desk into the mirror...

while giving you a suggestion to smash it.

Beautiful sight, isn't it?

Did I ever tell you | how to make a little girl laugh?

I never did?

It takes a lot of practice.

The first thing you got to do...

is tickle right here in the ribs.

Don't worry about | that seven years' bad luck stuff.

That's old wives' tales.

- I didn't break it. | - I believe you.

But I'll tell you a secret.

If that old nerd were my doctor, | I would have done it.

I didn't. He did.

Dr. Seaton?

I don't want to talk about it, okay?

How's Carol Anne?

I don't know.

How would you feel if some quack told you | you had supernatural powers?

Do you remember that guy | who was on all the talk shows?

What was his name? | He was from Israel or someplace.

He used to bend keys, fix watches...

took Polaroids of himself in the dark.

Maybe Carol Anne...

Please, not you, too.

Give the kid a break, please.

First your crazy brother-in-law | uses her as a scapegoat...

for those $250,000 | collapsible homes he builds...

- Steven didn't... | - Steven and your sister have put...

that poor thing through hell, with | those weirdo psychics and witch doctors.

Weirdo psychics and witch doctors! | Come on!

Darling, you are the only sane person | in your family.

Please.

Don't let that pompous-ass shrink...

tell you she's Carrie or Houdini | or some damn thing like that.

Nobody really knows | what happened there this afternoon.

Maybe we shouldn't leave | the giris here alone tonight.

Maybe we should forget | the opening altogether.

Don't be stupid.

We're both being stupid. | You have opening night jitters...

- I have a building falling apart. | - Exactly.

We needed my sister pressuring us to take | her kid like we needed a hole in the head.

I really don't mind | a house full of beautiful women.

- The more the merrier. | - Then hire us a maid.

Swedish, about 24?

- 5'2"? Talk about pressure. | - Will you go get dressed?

What did I say?

Hi, sweetie. Can I have a good night kiss?

All set.

- Have a good night's sleep. | - Good night.

Be right with you.

She's got the hots for him. I'm serious. | I see her every single day.

Look for her at the start of the day. | I'm dead serious.

She follows him all the time. Yeah, what?

Will you do me a favor?

- No ghost stories tonight, all right? | - Gotcha.

- Good night. | - 'Bye.

My dad. | I don't know what he's talking about.

Not bad at all.

Forget it.

However, after the opening...

I know it's going to be a great party, | but I can't come.

No, I'm brat-sitting. | She's not even a relative.

She's sort of a relative, but not really.

Yeah, if Scott wants to call me | from the party...

I might talk to him.

'Bye.

- What you doing? | - Eavesdropping.

- Why don't you go to Martin's party? | - You know I can't.

I'll cover for you, they'll never know.

If I get caught, we'll be in trouble.

I can take the heat.

I didn't mean | what I said to Sandy on the phone.

I don't mind being "sort of a relative. " | As long as we're friends.

Good.

There are some people over here | I'd like you to meet.

It looks like the show is a success, darling.

- Like the art. Love the sushi. | - It's nice to see you.

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