The Eyes Of My Mother Page #2

I'm sorry.

We-- we really have

to get going.

Please, can I hold him

just for a little bit?

- Okay?

- Okay, okay, just do it quick.

A quick one. Yes, of course.

Of course we can.

Hey, baby.

Come on, little guy.

Yeah, we made

a new friend today.

Look at that.

She's just gonna hold you.

Mm-hmm.

Ooh, boo, boo,

boo, boo, boo.

It's okay. It's okay.

Okay, so you just wanna

hold his head up.

Hi, baby.

- Good job.

- Hello, baby.

He likes his little...

His little...

What are you...

Saying?

What are you doing?

No.

No! Stop!

Please, don't hurt him, please!

Don't hurt my baby!

Stop!

Please don't hurt him!

Please, don't hurt him, please!

Hey, baby.

- Don't scream.

- Please don't do this.

- Please give him back to me.

- Baby.

- Please get away from him.

- Oh.

Man:
Mr. Loren,

I advise you to call

this party off now.

The ghosts are already moving

and that's a bad sign.

Mr. Loren:
Let me apologize for my wife,

she'll join us later.

- What will you have?

- Woman:
Scotch Ann.

- Mr. Loren:
Doctor?

- Doctor:
I'll have the same.

Mr. Loren:
Now, before the party begins,

let's go over the details.

The caretakers will leave

at midnight

locking us in here

until they come back

in the morning.

- Once the door is locked,

- there's no way out.

The windows have bars

that a jail would be proud of.

- Francisca:
Antonio?

- Now, the only door

- to the outside--

there's no electricity,

no phone.

No one within miles.

So, no way to call for help.

It's only a dream.

It's only a dream.

It's only a dream.

It's only a dream.

Francisca:
What?

Francisca:

Did you go in the barn?

Francisca:
I told you to never

go in the barn.

Baby! Baby, wake up.

- Baby.

- What's wrong?

You know how much

I love you, right?

- What's wrong?

- Nothing's wrong,

nothing's wrong.

Whatever you learn,

don't let it change

- How you feel about me, okay?

- Who's here?

- Policeman 1:
Open up.

Open up, it's the police.

Policeman 1:
Police!

Come on, come on, baby.

Come on. You're fast.

Come on. Come on.

Policeman 1:
Clear! Get them clear.

Backup, upstairs.

- Policeman 1:
Upstairs.

- Policeman 2:
Second floor.

Let's go.

- Policeman 1:
Up in the air!

- Policeman 2:
Drop the weapon!

Policeman 3:
Hands up!

Antonio:
Mommy!

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