Stir of Echoes Page #4
- What? Retard?!
Goddammit, Lenny,
shut your f***in' pie hole!
- Hey, hey, hey!
- Heads up!
- What are you doing?!
- Hey, hey, hey!
Somebody's always gotta ruin it.
They can't ever just be nice.
Frank. What are you doing here?
They're gonna kill you, Tommy.
You and Maggie both.
Why would you
say something like that, Frank?
This is a decent neighbourhood.
Hey, are you OK?
Where's Sheila? Is she at home?
Listen, I'm gonna go see if Sheila's at home.
OK?
In the house! Come on, both of you!
Come in!
Hi. Is your mom at home cos your dad's...
Hey... you wanna see what I've got?
Sure.
That's great. Is that one of your dad's?
Not today. Come here.
Oh, why don't you just
put the gun away, Adam?
- Come on, man. Come here.
- Those things make me kinda nervous.
- Then this will make you really nervous.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't do that!
Don't!
Argh!
Please don't be under there.
Oh, boy.
Frank?
In the house! Come on, both of you!
Adam!
Adam! Open the door!
Oh, my God. Oh, God!
Help!
Help!
Am I awake... or asleep?
Help!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God, my baby!
- Hold on. Hold on.
- Let me... Let me go!
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
- Is he alive? Is he alive?
Oh, my God, Adam!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Adam! Adam!
I'm gonna take him for a walk or something.
- Come on, sweetie pie. Let's get your jacket.
- Where are we going?
Ha-ha!
- Well! Hello, there!
- Well, hello... there.
Listen! Music!
It's beautiful!
Hey! Jake, wait up!
I don't think we're supposed to be here,
sweetie. Come on, let's go. This way.
Whoa! This place is cool!
Come on, honey. Let's go get some lunch.
Mom! What's this thing?
- I don't know. Let me take a look.
- It looks like some kinda stone.
- Either that, or it's a medal.
- Yeah, I think it is.
- "Served in the..."
- Look. A flag.
- Everything OK?
- It's fine. Just fine.
- We're not supposed to be here?
- Hm?
- Oh, no. It's fine. Really.
- Oh.
OK. See you later.
The boy's got the eyes on him, doesn't he?
X-ray.
Not you, though.
Possibly Daddy?
They're not the only ones.
Tell Daddy to come by and see me
Bye, Jake.
Bye, Neil.
His name is Neil.
Try that, Daddy.
Why do I know that song?
I'll be home right after the movie.
I know it. I know it!
I said, I won't be late.
OK.
Bye, Mom. Bye, Maggie.
Oh, hello.
I don't know if I'm in the right place.
I'm looking for Neil.
Excuse me? I...
I'm sorry...
Sh*t!
Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!
I wanna see Neil.
Wait here.
I don't know her.
What are you doing?
I said the boy's father. I said tell him to come.
He'd never do it. He'd kill me if he knew I was
talking to you about this. He's so paranoid.
What's the story, man?
Close the f***ing door!
- So are they. I can't let you in.
- Who are they?
Look, man, this ain't no freak show in here!
Close the damn door!
Look, you just gotta get outta here.
My husband is losing his mind.
I don't know why, but I think you do.
You can tell me what you know, but you can't
tell me to go away because I'm not moving.
- How long has he had it?
- Just a few days.
- What happened? A car wreck?
- No.
- A child die?
- No!
- Did he kill someone?
- He was hypnotised.
- Is that what started it?
- It comes and it goes.
Some people have it for five seconds.
He's a receiver now. Everything's coming in.
He can't stop it. He can't slow it down.
He can't even figure it out.
It's like he's in a tunnel with a flashlight,
but the light only comes on once in a while.
He gets a glimpse of something,
but not enough to know what it is.
Just enough to know it's there.
- Jake, too.
- Your son?
Much better flashlight.
- Does he know what it wants yet?
- What who wants?
He saw a ghost, didn't he?
What did it ask him to do?
- She didn't ask anything.
- Maybe he wasn't listening.
She's asked for something,
and now she's waiting,...
...getting more and more pissed off
that he's not doing it.
If he doesn't do her thing,
she'll never go away.
Agh!
Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!
Agh!
Agh!
Hey!
- Absolutely not!
- Oh, please, please, please!
- Five more minutes. Five more minutes.
- No, zero minutes. Oh, this is cool.
- "The Mummy" gives you nightmares.
- No fair!
I know. I'm gonna take a bath.
Are you OK for ten minutes?
Whatever!
How do I know this song?
I know I know this song. I know it. I know it.
Agh! Freezing!
Round up your weapons, folks!
Charge!
Hey!
~ Rabbit, rabbit,
rabbit, rabbit, rabbit
~ Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit
No, no...
Tom? I think the pilot blew out
Can you go light it for me?
Hello?!
Thanks, Colonel.
I said no!
Ah, bummer!
Agh!
Hey! That is the most amazing...
Oh!
Agh!
Ow!
Arghh!
Tom?
Tom! Breathe!
Ohhh!
- Ugh!
- What happened?
- She's there.
- What?
She's there.
What?
Oh, my God!
I... I want you to hypnotise me again.
All this sh*t - I want it out, I want it gone.
- I want it all to stop. Right now!
- Come right in. I want you to meet Clarita.
Oh. Hi. Sorry.
Sorry, I...
Look, do you think that you could...?
- Could she...?
- Yeah...
Clarita, perdname. Mi cuado est
un poco loco. Nos dejas solas, por favor?
- Ahora?
- S. S.
Fantstico! En medio de la noche
me tengo que parar en medio de la calle...
- ...en este barrio de mierda a buscar un taxi.
- I know. I...
- Well, gracias.
- De nada.
OK, you gotta, uh... slow down. OK?
You gotta be a little patient with me here
cos I got a confession to make.
Y'see, we... we just smoked this great big
fatty a few minutes before you walked in,...
- ...so this is blowing my mind a bit extra.
- Yeah?
- Whatever... door you opened in my brain,...
...I want you to shut it.
- Now!
- OK.
I'll do it. OK. I can do that.
Close your eyes.
OK. Just like last time,
I want you to just focus and concentrate.
Listen to the sounds of the room,
listen to the sounds of your breathing.
Look at the back of your eyelids.
Do you see anything there?
- Could you just get to it, please?
- All right. All right.
I want you to pretend
you're back in the movie theatre.
It's very dark,...
...and in the whole pitch-black theatre, the
only thing you can see is the white screen.
As you focus on the screen,
you begin to drift closer to it in your chair.
You'll notice that there are letters
on the screen - tall, thick, black letters.
But they're out of focus,
so you begin to drift closer to them.
- Someone's here.
- No, it's empty.
But there's someone else in here.
- No, you're alone in the theatre, Tom.
- No. No, I'm not.
- Your feet and your ankles are relaxed.
- No. Hard to breathe.
Your hands are limp and heavy.
Your... your arms...
- No air! No air!
- Tom, I want you to look at the screen.
Look at the screen.
Hey.
You can read the letters now.
You're right up next to them.
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