Stir of Echoes Page #3

Yeah!

When?

All the time.

- Where?

- Here. In my house.

That's not true.

Go.

Go!

- It isn't true.

- I don't tell lies!

Samantha was here? Here, in your house?

- You're hurting my arm!

- Was she here?!

- Let go of me!

- Come on, you're coming with me. Let's go.

She's taking him away.

Put me down! Put... me... down!

Tom!

Jake!

Jake!

Jake!

- What the hell...?

- She took him.

- What?!

- The f***ing baby-sitter.

Oh, my God!

He's... He's not in there.

- Where are you going?

- I don't know!

He's in there.

- Jake!

- Daddy!

- That's him!

- Wait! Where do you think you're going?!

Take it easy! Stop! Stop!

Take it easy. Take it easy.

- Gimme my kid.

- Tell me where she is! No!

You tell me where she is!

You tell me where she is!

- Keep your hands off her!

- Hey! Hey, hey! Everybody shut up!

- Are you OK?

- That girl kidnapped our son.

- Is that your child?

- Ask about Samantha.

I'm asking about the boy,

who doesn't look like he's yours!

I can explain this.

I'm not talking to you.

I'm talking to her.

- Is that boy your child?

- No.

She was baby-sitting for us. We never...

What you've done is a felony.

You can go to jail for this!

- Where were you taking him?

- I wasn't taking him anywhere!

- Then why did ya bring him here?

- I wanna press charges.

She came here because of me.

I'm her mother.

- Her mother?

- When are you gonna ask about Samantha?

- Who?

- My oldest daughter. She ran away.

No, she was kidnapped,

and the little boy said he saw her!

We haven't heard from her in a long time.

We filed a police report.

- Nobody returns our phone calls.

- Jake said he talked to her.

He said Samantha is in their house.

Is that her?!

- Stay away from him.

- Look at the picture.

- Let go of me!

- Look at the picture.

- This is ridiculous.

- Will you look at the picture, please?

- I have never seen her before in my life.

- What about you?

No. I'm sorry. I've never seen her.

- No... No. No, they're lying!

- You wanna file charges?

- Yes!

- No.

- What?

- Come on, let's just, uh... forget about it.

Let's go home.

Are you nuts? What about

the next people she baby-sits for?

It was her. Samantha.

That girl in the picture,

she's the same girl I saw on our couch.

See, why... Why did you ask that girl Debbie

to baby-sit for us? Why her?

I couldn't find anybody else.

I was on the phone and Jake said...

Jake? Do you remember the other day

when we were talking in the kitchen?

I was looking for a baby-sitter, remember?

You said Samantha told you about Debbie.

Do you remember that?

Mommy's asking you a question, bud.

Is Samantha someone

who talks to you sometimes, Jake?

- Can you remember...

- Don't ask the boy any more questions.

Talk to me.

- What did you say?

- Huh?

Jake. W-what did you say just now?

- Nothing.

- Let me hear that voice again.

- Come on. Say it again. Use that voice again.

- Tom!

Come... Come on, Jake. Come on.

Use the voice again.

- Tom!

- Make the voice again, Jake. You can do it.

- Tom, don't!

- How do you...

- Tom, please!

- It's all right! It's all right!

- OK!

- What are you doing? Hey! Hey!

I'm talking to him!

- Hey, what's the matter with you?

- What do you think?

Well, I... I'm just trying

to have a conversation with my kid.

A perfectly normal conversation

for a five-year-old!

- Don't be afraid of it.

- Why the hell not?

I don't know. That's what he told me.

This is where it happened.

This is where I saw her.

- You're different. You feel different.

- I leaned back and there she was. She's 18.

- Longish hair. Is that what you saw?

- I wish you...

- Maggie, please!

- God!

Or... or maybe you don't see her, huh?

You just hear her? Is that what it is?

- Tom, stop it!

- I need to find a way to make her come back.

- Maybe if I hang out here long enough,...

- I'm talking to you!

...maybe she'll come back. Maybe

you could talk to her. Help me out here.

- Hey, come on! Hey! What's the problem?

- Knock it off!

I don't wanna talk about this

because it scares Mommy.

- Turn it up, man.

- What?

Turn it up. Up!

Tom is looking especially together today.

He grunted a very pleasant greeting

at me, actually.

He's becoming sort of monosyllabic.

Nothing wrong with that guy.

Nothing a little lithium couldn't cure!

- I'm a jerk. I'm sorry.

- No...

Are you OK?

Over there! In the door!

If you live on the base,

your room and board's covered.

- You still gotta get up early.

- I'll retire, make a coupla down payments.

When I take off the uniform,

I'm a landlord already.

Five years later, I got three houses.

- Hey. Hey, Har.

- How're ya doin'?

Whaddaya know

about that girl Samantha Kozak?

Samantha Kozak. Why do I know that name?

Brownish hair, 16 or 17 years old.

Used to live around here.

- Oh, yeah, yeah. I remember her, I think.

- Let's go.

Hey, Kurt! Come here for a second.

Like he ever tells me anything, right?

Get over here!

Say, you know that Kozak girl?

- Uh... Debbie.

- No, no, no, the other one. Samantha.

Oh, you mean the retard.

Yeah, she ran away.

Yeah, that's right. I remember that.

So, what about her?

Oh, I... I just been thinking about her a lot.

Why?

Her sister baby-sat for us.

Oh.

This is the first time

he's been out in a week.

He hasn't gone to work.

He sleeps 12 hours a night.

He's used up all his sick days. If he doesn't

show up on Monday, they'll dock him. I...

I can't get him more than six feet

from the couch.

- Why?

- That's where she appeared to him.

Ah.

I'm not shocked that there's another woman.

Of course, the fact that she's dead

gives one pause.

We are talking about a ghost here,

aren't we, Maggie?

She took off, uh... last March.

With a black guy, I think.

Hey, Harry. Did she ever live in our house?

No, no, no. I just... I just bought that one.

You're the first tenants.

Tom and Jake, it's like they have

this private club or something.

They sit in the living room and whisper,

and, as soon as I walk in, they both shut up.

You know what you need to do? Find a

young priest with smouldering good looks...

...who can guide you through this.

I'm kidding, but I'm not.

Look, I give Tom a lotta sh*t, but the truth is,

you guys are the best couple on earth.

This is on you now, Maggie. Get some help.

Find out why this is happening.

There is a reason.

You won't be the first woman who's

had to hold an insane family together.

Tom's not crazy.

Oh, yes he is. But at least

he's getting interesting.

Sports flash! Sports flash!

211 yards rushing on Friday night.

That's a total of 894 yards,

with two games to go.

The kid needs 106 yards. That's 53 a game.

He could walk through the next two games

and still break a thousand!

- Frank, what about you? Do you know her?

- Who?

Tom was asking about that Kozak girl

from over by Baldwin.

- You remember:
the one who ran away?

- The retard.

Shut up, Lenny. Don't use that word.

- He's just kinda slow.

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