The Other Side of the Door

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MICHAEL:
People are

throwing colored powder

and buckets of

water at each other

and I keep getting hit in

the face with this stuff.

So, I mean, at this point,

I must look like some kind of crazy clown.

(CHUCKLING) And all the while,

we're trying to carry on

this incredibly

serious discussion

about antique furniture.

And he's telling

me about this piece

that he's found that

he thinks I might like.

And then,

out of nowhere, he says...

I'm pregnant.

Seriously?

(BOTH LAUGHS)

- (PEOPLE CHATTERING)

- (SEAGULLS CRYING)

It is beautiful.

It's crazy.

Oh, baby, I don't

want to go back.

What if we stayed here?

Started a family here.

Are you serious?

(CHUCKLES)

Why not?

I'm going to have to come three times

a year to source antiques anyway.

What's to keep us from

setting up our base here?

(BOTH LAUGHS)

What do you think?

I don't know.

(CHILD SPEAKING HINDI)

This yours?

Hey.

(SPEAKING IN HINDI)

What are you saying?

I'm asking her if you and I

should stay here forever.

(SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

- How can you sleep?

- Ow!

So peacefully!

Whoa, whoa.

Sweetheart, stop. Stop.

It's okay,

it's okay, I'm here.

It's not okay.

Stop it, stop it.

- I'm here, I'm here. It's okay.

- (SOBBING)

I got you.

It's okay, I got you.

LUCY:
(GIGGLES)

Winston, come on.

Winston.

Good boy! Good boy.

Come on, boy.

- Come on, Winston.

- (WINSTON BARKING)

- MICHAEL:
Lucy?

- Come on.

Morning, sweetheart.

- Morning.

- How did you sleep?

Good.

MICHAEL:
Morning, Piki.

Morning, sir.

MARIA:
Michael.

Yeah, what's up?

I am...

Hey, you don't have

to say anything, okay?

I'm lost, Michael.

I don't know if I can live with it.

We're going to be fine.

We'll get through this.

Maria?

Hello?

Mrs. Harwood retired early

for the night, sir.

She had a migraine.

I put Lucy to bed.

Right.

(SPEAKS IN HINDI)

- Okay.

- Night, sir.

Night-night, Piki.

MARIA:
(ON VIDEOTAPE)

Those are F and G fingers.

F and G fingers.

Wrists up like

there's an orange.

And a one, two,

a one, two, three, four!

(PIANO MELODY PLAYING)

MICHAEL:
(ON TAPE)

What?

- Yeah!

- (KIDS CHEERING)

MARIA:
Well done.

LUCY:
A bunch of scribbles.

MICHAEL:
You guys are fantastic!

Was that really you playing?

It was too good. You sure

it wasn't Mommy? (LAUGHING)

No.

MICHAEL:
You're telling me it

was really you playing?

That's basically it.

MICHAEL:
Can't believe it!

My children are geniuses.

- Yeah.

- I'm so proud of you both.

MARIA:
They worked on it

all day just for you.

Happy Father's Day.

(INHALES SHAKILY)

(SNIFFLES)

We're going to

get through this.

(BOTTLE CLATTERS)

Maria?

Maria!

Maria! Open your eyes,

sweetheart.

(AMBULANCE SIREN WAILING)

Can you hear me? Maria?

I need you to listen

to my voice, please.

Sweetheart, I need

you to focus, okay?

I need you to

fight this. Please!

Maria, I can't

live without you.

(BREATHING THROUGH VENTILATOR)

OLIVER:
Mommy!

Please help me.

Mommy! Mommy!

Mommy, I can't get free!

My leg's stuck!

Luce?

Lucy. No, no, no.

Lucy, please wake up, baby.

- Mommy, get me out!

- Lucy, please wake up!

No, no, no!

Mommy, I can't get free!

It hurts!

(SCREAMS)

Please get me out!

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

Okay, okay.

Please wake up.

- I'm scared!

- I know you're scared! I'm scared, too! Pull!

Okay? Oliver, come on.

I don't care if it hurts,

you have to pull. You have to pull!

(MUFFLED) I know it hurts.

You have to pull.

Keep your nose up.

Keep your nose all the way up.

Keep your nose on the ceiling.

We're all going to be okay.

Okay. Okay.

Baby.

I don't know what to do.

OLIVER:
Please don't leave me!

MARIA:
I'm sorry, baby.

OLIVER:
(SCREAMING)

Mommy!

(GASPING)

(CROWD SPEAKING IN HINDI)

We need help! Please.

Please, somebody!

We need help!

My boy's in the car!

My boy's in the car! Please!

(MEN SPEAKING IN HINDI)

No! No! My boy!

Ollie!

No, my boy's in the car!

We need to get my boy!

Ollie!

Ollie!

(SIREN WAILING)

(MAN SPEAKING HINDI)

- DOCTOR:
Michael.

- Yeah.

She's going to be fine.

But she took a lot of pills.

(EKG MONITOR BEEPING)

PIKI:
You are in

Bombay Hospital.

Where's Michael?

He's talking to the doctor.

You are lucky to be alive,

Mrs. Harwood.

I just can't bear life

without him.

I had a daughter once.

Anushka.

She fell into a pond while

trying to pick some plants.

I was looking away

for only one minute.

What if I could bring your son

back to you just one more time?

What if I could give you the

chance to say your final goodbye?

What are you talking about?

I was born in

a village in South India.

Surrounding our village

was a big forest.

And deep within

this forest

there was an abandoned temple.

It is said that the line between the

world of the dead and the living

is very thin

at this place.

You should go there.

Take the ashes

of your son,

spread them on the

steps of this temple,

lock yourself inside,

and when night comes,

he will come to you.

And you will be

able to talk to him

through the door

of the temple,

say your final goodbye.

(DOOR OPENS)

I will leave

you two alone.

MICHAEL:

I was so scared I lost you.

I'm sorry.

(SOBBING)

I'm so, so sorry.

(WINSTON BARKING)

LUCY:
Come on.

(LAUGHING)

Come on, boy.

(WOOD CREAKING)

If we do this,

you have to promise

me one thing.

When Oliver comes

to you at the temple,

you will be able

to speak to him.

But no matter

what you do,

no matter what he says or

how much ever he pleads,

you must not open the door.

Promise me.

I promise.

It has been too long.

Let me go.

Khan.

(GASPS)

(SOBBING)

(RECITING MANTRAS)

PIKI:
They are the Aghori.

They live by

the cremation sites.

(AGHORI CHANTING)

They cover

themselves in the ashes

and they feed off

the flesh of the dead.

For they believe it helps them

communicate with the other side.

(AGHORIS CHANTING MANTRAS)

(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS)

My village is the last stop,

then follow my instructions.

- God, Michael.

- I will give him your note.

No, he's going to be frantic,

and Lucy needs to know where I am.

I will take

care of everything.

MARIA:
Dear Michael,

please don't be worried.

I'm just taking a couple of

days to sort my head out.

I desperately want to

find a way to move on

so that we can

be a family again.

I love you and

Lucy so, so much.

Be home soon. Maria.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(FLIES BUZZING)

I love you so much.

(SNIFFLES)

(RASPY GROANING)

(RASPY GROANING)

- (RUSTLING)

- (GASPS)

Who's there?

(BELLS CHIMES)

(SCREAMS)

(RASPY GROANING)

(CAWING WEAKLY)

(GASPS)

(BELLS CHIMES)

(DOOR CREAKING)

Oliver?

(BANGING)

Who are you?

(WAILING)

(BANGING CONTINUES)

(CROWD OUTSIDE SPEAKING HINDI)

(CLAMORING IN HINDI)

(INTENSE BANGING)

(ALL NOISES STOPS)

(CHILD SOBBING)

(SOBBING CONTINUES)

Oliver?

- Mommy?

- (GASPS)

Mommy, is that you?

Oliver, it's Mommy.

Can you hear me?

Yes.

Yes, I can hear you.

Where am I, Mommy?

Baby, press yourself close.

Come up right against the

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