Restoration Page #3
- Year:
- 2016
- 92 min
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Dear diary.
Today new people moved
in down the street.
A family with a boy
and girl my age.
The girl's named Delia
and the boy is Robert.
He says they're adopted, but,
they don't look adopted to me.
He says that he's gonna be
a New York Yankee one day.
I think I like him.
I gave Delia Mr. Tickles
'cause she likes him so much
I'm responsible enough
to have a puppy for
my next birthday,
if I don't have little kid toys.
But, I miss him already.
Dear diary.
Robbie's mom got super-mad
that we were playing
explorers in the
meadow and said that
hurt with my stupidity.
I'm not stupid.
They are stupid.
They don't even let Delia
and Robbie go to school
like me.
It's not fair.
Dear diary.
A girl from my school
got disappeared,
Her mom came into the school.
She doesn't have a dad
'cause she's a latchkey kid.
Principle Clark talked
to us in the gym
about stranger danger.
Back in class, Miss
B. told us to go home
holding hands with
our safety partners.
I feel sad, even though
I didn't know her.
Dear diary.
Robbie told me his new mom
and dad keep secret stuff
down in the basement.
So we're gonna investigate
like Nancy Drew.
We looked into the basement.
It was all dark, but
then I saw something move
and I heard a song.
I can't remember what I saw.
It's like my head
doesn't want to.
But the song, I kept
on hearing the song.
It was like a church
song, but mad.
It was so mad.
- You okay?
- Why do you have a weapon?
- Uh...
- So you brought that?
- Yeah.
There was a shadow and then
there's a noise so I...
Yeah.
- Todd.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I should have told you when
I even first suspected.
I just couldn't bear
to get my hopes up.
Todd, I love you so much.
- We're having a baby.
Go save lives.
- Love you.
- I know.
Son of a b*tch.
That's it.
All right.
It's a brownout?
We paid the bills
so why is this...
Oh, come on.
Okay.
I got this.
Let's see.
That's the wall.
That's the front yard.
That's the...
Water heater.
All right.
Sh*t.
Come on!
Hello?
What are you doing down here?
- It burns.
- It's okay.
I didn't mean to scare you.
It's okay.
What's your name?
It's okay.
What's your name?
Why don't we find your parents?
- It burns.
- Okay, he's stable
but he can't sleep
for another four hours,
so make sure you keep
him in your line of sight.
- Get him food, walk him around.
- Yes, exactly.
Compound fracture in 1A?
- X-ray is done, no
internal lacerations,
bleeding's stopped, ready
- Good.
Thank you.
Okay, what's next?
- Grab a Red Bull.
You've got a long night.
- Dr. Jordan, we have a
second-degree-burn victim.
Just came in. Might
be self-inflicted.
- Okay, who's doing
triage? What room is he in?
- 1C, he's prepped and stable.
- Sedatives? Painkillers?
- Morphine and narcex.
- Just give me a moment,
okay? I need to check...
- No, Dr. Jordan.
It's your husband.
- Oh my god.
Todd, what happened?
How did you...
- A girl, she...
She was on fire.
And grabbed me.
She grabbed me.
- What?
What, Todd? Look
at me, sweetheart.
Okay? Focus, and I
need you to tell me.
What happened?
- She was on fire.
From the inside.
- Okay.
Okay, all right.
I'm gonna look at this, okay?
- How is he?
- Harold?
- I called 911.
I thought your house
was gonna burn down.
- What?
Harold, what happened to him?
- He came stumbling
down the stairs,
holding his arms
out in front of him.
I tried to help but
he was so out of it,
so I called and came over
with the ambulance and...
- Sir, this is for family only.
You need to be in the lobby.
- No no, he's fine.
- It's okay.
You stay here.
I'll take care of the
paperwork, you take care of him.
- Thank you.
Okay, let's lay you down here.
Okay, sweetheart?
There you go.
Just like that.
- The girl.
- Todd.
It's okay.
- She was...
- Shh.
It's okay.
- From the inside.
- Okay.
It's okay.
Shh.
- Dear diary.
Susie Mortez is missing.
She went to a different
school than me.
Now I have to stay in the yard.
No more adventures
with Robbie and Delia.
They waved at me
from their yard,
but their mom called
them back inside
like I did something bad.
Dear diary.
The police took
Robbie's dad today.
He had blood on him and
yelled at the policemen.
Robbie and Delia
wouldn't talk to me.
Their mom was crying.
I've never seen a mom cry.
She ran up to me and
gave me Mr. Tickles,
then Robbie and Delia took her
inside, like she was a kid.
Dear Diary.
Dad said he took the
disappeared girls.
That's why the policemen
took Robbie's dad away.
Dear diary.
I saw Robbie and Delia.
They were outside my room.
Dad said no one was there,
but they were.
They were there.
I don't wanna get disappeared.
Dear diary.
Mom and Dad won't listen.
Maybe it's better.
I don't want Robbie and Delia
to hurt them 'cause of me.
I'm scared.
I don't wanna get disappeared.
But if I do, I know
you won't forget me.
You can remember me if I'm gone.
- I think that the last
time that I saw you I
said some things that
seemed a little crazy
but it's not me.
It's not me.
Look, I know that you're a
doctor and people come in
and say crazy sh*t all the time.
- I believe you.
- What?
- I believe you about the girl.
She was on fire.
- Yeah, she was on fire.
Where did you...
- I saw her in the house.
I think I know who she is, Todd.
- How?
How could you?
- She's that girl
from the diary.
Something happened to her.
happened to that little girl.
- Hey, are you okay?
- Yeah?
- - Yeah.
Oh, we have dinner tonight
with Harold and Francine.
It's like a welcome
home dinner, okay?
- Yeah.
That sounds good.
I don't know what I would
have done without him.
So what are we gonna do,
about this fire child?
- I got this
from nurse Smything.
records later tonight
when it's just
the skeleton crew.
- What?
How?
- Her name is on the front
cover of the journal.
- That was delicious.
- Yes.
- Thank you.
- Only the best for us.
We have an organic
butcher in Valley Village.
Local-grown.
- I'll have to borrow him.
- Oh, do you want me to put
the salad in the fridge?
- Relax.
You open another bottle of wine.
- We've got this.
- - Oh, okay.
- Women.
The more the world changes,
the more they stay the same.
- Yeah, don't let Rebecca
hear you say that.
- I think the spirits
have made me fearless.
- I thought we were gonna
light it up together.
Get my Frenchy going.
- One's my limit.
- You mean, half.
- Oh, I'm watching my figure.
- For the both of you?
- Really?
How did you know?
- My cooking's not that bad.
- That's quite
the bottle opener.
- Our illustrious patron.
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