The Orphanage Page #3

They're crying.

What happened?

They're dying.

Who would want to poison you?

Someone's going to kill us.

Is my son there?

Aurora, is Simon with you?

Is Simon here?

Aurora, can you hear me?

Let's get her.

Aurora, stay in the middle

of the room.

I'll count from ten.

Ten...

Nine...

Eight...

I was in the house, but...

everything was different.

The beds, the toys, the decor,

everything was much older.

The light from the lighthouse

came through the windows.

You didn't see Simon?

It was too dark,

I'm sorry.

I couldn't recognize anyone.

But the children were there.

You saw the children.

Is that right?

That's right.

You're talking about ghosts.

And what is a ghost, Carlos?

There's something here,

and we all saw it.

When something terrible happens,

sometimes it leaves a trace,

a wound that acts

as a knot between two time lines.

It's like an echo

repeated over and over,

waiting to be heard.

Like a scar...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Like a scar or a pinch

that begs for a caress

to relieve it.

Laura...

we who are close to death,

we are more receptive

to these messages.

You mean my son

could see those children

because...

That's enough.

Please take your things and leave.

We can't let them go like this.

Laura, this is a farce,

a sideshow trick.

I can't believe this. Why?

For what reason?

They're right...

-They don't want money.

-Not yet.

What should I do?

What should I do?

The police haven't found

a single clue

as to whether he's

dead or alive.

What do I do,

just sit and wait?

Can it hurt to listen?

-Laura, stop!

-No, you stop!

Pilar...

How many similar cases

have you had in this damned village?

Get another distraction,

I didn't invite you here.

What should I do?

My dear,

you are a good mother.

Your pain gives you strength,

it will guide you.

But only you know

how far you are willing to go

to find your son.

I don't know what to do.

You hear, but don't listen.

Seeing is not believing.

It's the other way around.

Believe,

and you will see.

What are you doing?

We can't stay here any longer.

We should go,

at least for a while.

The children are here.

Aurora saw them. I can't leave.

You heard the voices.

That Enrique could have faked it all.

Can't you see it could be a set-up?

That's Pilar's theory,

a set-up?

-Her rational theory?

-She's protecting us.

From what?

Things like this evening.

People entering our home

and f***ing up our lives.

-They just want to help.

-Help?

Didn't you hear them?

Did they mention finding Simon?

They just want to contact the dead.

If Simon's alive,

I can't see how they can help us.

If he's not,

they won't recover him.

I don't want to keep

taking this sh*t.

Please, let's leave this house.

You can't ask me to give up.

Neither you nor Pilar.

We can survive this. Many couples

lose a child and pull through.

I want to be with Simon,

don't you understand?

If you want to go, I can't stop you.

I just want to know

where he is!

Where are you?

I'm not afraid.

You want to play?

Are you playing with me?

Benigna?

Please, don't let it be Simon.

-There are five, right?

-Yes.

All my friends.

Martin, Rita, Alicia,

Guillermo, Victor.

Benigna killed them.

That's why she went to the shed,

to recover their bodies.

I've thought it out.

Their game killed Tomas

and now they're playing

with Simon and me.

Simon's in danger

and I don't know how to play.

I don't know how to play.

Laura, you're making it up.

I saw it myself.

And this afternoon?

Who laid out the clues?

Simon made it all up.

Who?

Tell me! Who?

I've packed.

I don't want us to stay here.

I can't leave yet.

I won't live here,

and you're not staying alone.

I can't just leave,

there are too many memories.

I have to say goodbye.

Two days.

Alone.

Please, I need this.

Please.

Please bless

what you have given us.

Thank you for letting us

gather once again

and be together.

What else do you want?

What more must I do?

What?

I have no time,

I have no time.

You want to keep playing?

Is that it?

Let's make a deal.

I'll play a while,

then you tell me where Simon is.

OK?

One, two, three,

knock on the wall!

One, two, three,

knock on the wall.

Wait, wait!

No.

I won't hurt you.

I just want to find Simon...

Why are you crying?

Oh, my darling!

Are you OK?

You're freezing.

Don't worry about a thing.

Don't be afraid,

I'll get you out.

Stay and play with us.

We can't stay to play.

Listen to me, Simon.

Imagine it's just you

and me here. OK?

Think about before we came

to this house.

Remember?

Think only about that, OK?

Think only about that,

think about Daddy,

think about next Christmas,

and all the things we'll do together.

So many things, darling!

Close your eyes, tight,

shut them really tight

and think about what you'll be

when you grow up.

What would you like to be, darling?

Think about the schools you'll go to,

the friends you'll make.

And just believe for a moment

that Tomas and the other children

aren't real.

This is a fantasy, my darling,

like a nightmare.

Do it for me, Simon.

When you open your eyes,

make them go away.

Close your eyes, darling,

and keep on playing with me.

Keep on playing, darling, OK?

-What is it?

-Tomas' little house.

I found you.

This isn't fair.

I found you...

I want Simon back!

Mummy, can I wake up?

Of course you can, darling.

Mummy...

I found the special coins.

Now I just have to make a wish.

I wish you'll stay

and look after all of us.

It's Laura!

She's grown old,

like Wendy in the story.

It's Laura.

Come, don't be afraid.

The house. The beach.

The lost children.

Once upon a time

there was a house near the beach

where the lost children lived...

In memory of Laura and Simon

and of the orphans

Martin, Rita,

Guillermo, Alicia, Victor

and Tomas

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