The Hand That Rocks the Cradle Page #6

do you understand?

- Yeah.

Stay here.

Michael?

Claire.

Oh.

- Michael.

- I'm okay. She's in the house.

I- I can't move.

My legs are broken.

- I'll get the kids.

- Call the police.

Mommy?

- 9-1-1, what is your emergency?

- Hello, yeah.

We need help at

808 North Yakima.

Mommy!

My family!

It's my family.

It's okay, Emma.

Mommy's here.

I'm gonna take you and Joe.

We're gonna have a real family.

You never have to see

those people again.

So tell your mommy,

where's Joe?

Huh?

Where is he?

He's in there.

You're not my mommy!

Emma!

Shh, quiet.

Emma!

Emma!

Emma.

You're being

very bad, Emma.

You.

- You give him over.

- No!

- No?

- No!

You give me my baby or

I'll bash your skull in!

Peyton!

It's my family,

Peyton.

Don't hurt my mommy!

Something the matter,

Claire?

When your husband makes love to you,

it's my face he sees.

When your baby's hungry,

it's my breast

that feeds him.

Look at you.

When push

comes to shove,

you can't even breathe.

No.

- Now give him to me.

- No!

No!

Owww!

Noooo!

Oh, Solomon.

He's okay.

I- I didn't hurt him.

- I know, I know.

- Okay?

Shhh.

Emma! Emma, it's okay.

Come on, come on,

up we go.

- Mommy!

- Oh.

Let's go down

to daddy, okay?

Solomon, I need you

to do something for me.

I need you to take

Joey downstairs.

Oh no, I'm not supposed to...

handle the baby.

That's okay.

I trust you, Solomon.

It's okay?

Okay? Yeah.

Oh boy. Oh. There you are.

- Come on, sweetheart.

- Oh, he's a big baby.

- Let's go and get Daddy.

- Oh, my... little baby.

Solomon?

Come on.

Oh boy.

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