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that goes with this picture.

Why was Mommy in the hospital so much?

Some days, she would wake up

and she would be covered...

with big, ugly bumps.

And the doctors were very worried,

because they could never find out...

what those bumps all over her skin

really were.

I guess I didn't stack the dishes too well.

I better go see what the damage is.

While I'm there,

I think I'll freshen up both our drinks.

Jerry.

Hi, Frank.

You're really falling behind on this.

The Brenleys think that they are going to be

moving in here by May.

We're not going to make that, for sure.

Maybe by June.

I heard that the city plumbing permit

got held up...

because of a change in the building code.

Mr. Carveth.

Telephone call for you.

- Hello.

- Is that Mr. Carveth?

- Yes.

- Mr. Frank Carveth?

- This is Frank Carveth.

- This is Sgt. Martel, with 78th Division.

One of our officers noticed

a broken kitchen window...

while on a routine patrol

of the neighborhood.

He found your mother-in-law's body

in the kitchen.

The murder weapon was on the floor,

next to her.

He then found your daughter upstairs,

sound asleep in the bedroom.

It seems she missed the whole thing.

- Where is she now? I'd like to see her.

- With our police psychologist, Dr. Birkin.

- Psychologist? Why? Was she hysterical?

- No.

On the contrary, she was very cool

throughout the whole thing.

A little too cool, I thought,

so I asked Dr. Birkin to talk with her.

Just for an opinion.

In the meantime, can you think of

the names of any persons...

who would have a motive

to murder this woman?

You see, it doesn't seem to me to be

a simple case of an interrupted break-in...

or, say, a rape-murder.

Juliana had a long series of lovers.

I never met any of them.

What about her husband?

His name is Barton Kelly.

He works for the government, out in Halifax.

They were divorced over 10 years ago.

- Dr. Birkin.

- You must be Candice's father.

I'd like to take her home now.

Please. Give me just two minutes with you.

It's important. Have a seat.

To put it bluntly, I don't think your daughter

escaped this incident entirely unscathed.

- You think she saw what happened?

- I suspect she did.

Or she saw something

which traumatized her, confused her...

disturbed her in some way.

The officer who found her

said that she was very difficult to wake up.

To me, that indicates

a kind of abnormal deep sleep...

which a lot of people,

even children, will use...

to escape something

that's too painful to face.

And she says that she doesn't remember

being brought to her grandmother's...

or seeing her at all.

Do you think she'll remember, eventually?

Mr. Carveth, I think you must

encourage her to remember.

Why?

My concern is that the child

could have a very serious breakdown...

if she doesn't come to terms

with what she's experienced.

You see, these things tend to

express themselves in one way or another.

I've seen five-year-olds like her...

with ulcers as bad

as any middle-aged businessman.

Okay, I get the picture.

- Now can I take her home?

- I think that's fine.

No problem.

You're sure you don't want a story?

You don't have to read, you know.

I can make one up for you.

Do you want to tell me a story...

about what happened today at Grandma's?

You go to sleep, honey.

I'll leave the hall light on.

Damn.

No outside calls. You're in isolation.

You know that.

I tried to reach Dr. Raglan. He hasn't come.

He's on his way.

Chris...

Is something wrong? Anything?

Then it's me again.

Nothing's wrong, except with me.

No, that's Frank talking,

Frank twisting my words.

He won't be patient, he won't trust me,

he won't wait until I get well.

He thinks...

that I'm turning into my mother.

Day by day, moment by moment,

he thinks that I'm trying...

to make Candy into Baby Nola.

Is he right?

No. That's the last thing on earth I'd...

Who's that?

It's Daddy.

Frank hates me, Daddy. He despises me.

He thinks I'm trying to harm my little girl...

and I know that he's thinking of a way

to take her away.

And that's very unfair of him.

That's very arrogant of him.

You mustn't be too hard on him,

Nola, sweetheart.

He's just trying to be a good,

protective father.

No.

Yes.

He's just doing

what a good father should do.

He's protecting his little girl.

There's nothing wrong with that, is there?

He doesn't want to see her hurt.

He doesn't want to see her hurt by anybody,

not even her own mother.

Now, is there anything wrong with that?

No.

No, there isn't.

After all, it's just what I did for you, isn't it?

Frank's protecting Candy

the same way as I protected you, isn't he?

Isn't he?

No.

What do you mean, "no"?

- What do mean when you say "no"?

- I love you, Daddy.

I don't want you to think

that I don't love you.

I mean, you didn't.

"Didn't"?

"Didn't" what?

You didn't protect me.

You didn't.

You didn't, and you should have.

You shouldn't have looked away

when she hit me.

And you shouldn't have walked away

from the table...

when she twisted my words.

You should have stopped her.

You should have hit her when she hit me!

And you should have smacked her

when she smacked me.

Oh, God, I love you.

But you didn't protect me.

And you should have.

You pretended it wasn't happening.

You looked away.

And you should have.

Why didn't you?

Didn't you love me?

Look, there he is.

There's your grandfather.

Barton.

Hello, Frank. How you doing?

Good to see you.

- Let me take that.

- Hello. How you doing, Candy?

I guess you don't remember

your old granddad?

Right this way.

You didn't have to come way out here.

We could have met later, at the hotel.

I just didn't like the idea

of you coming in alone.

How long you plan to stay in town?

I guess we could

have the funeral tomorrow...

but Juliana's parents

might want to come in from Arizona.

Then there's that sister in Vancouver.

I don't know just how it's going to work out.

- All right. What hotel are you staying in?

- Park Plaza.

You know, I was even thinking

about going out to that old house again.

I still have the key, after all these years.

Juliana used to make a big fuss

about never having changed the locks.

I could never understand why.

Maybe it's because she really couldn't admit

that we were finished.

When I think about you and Nola...

and this sweet child having to go through

the same heartaches we went through...

it's enough to make you cry.

Yes, it is.

I'm here to see Mr. Jan Hartog.

Come in. Right in.

Sit down. I'll be right there.

Sit down. I'll be there in a second.

Goddamn son of a b*tch.

Okay.

That's my...

heart, over there on the floor.

- Your heart?

- My second heart.

Your first heart

makes your blood circulate, right?

But what about your lymphatic fluids?

I don't know.

Movement, walking and running, f***ing,

rolling on the floor, anything.

People have this whole other system

they don't even know about.

The lymphatic system,

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