The Others Page #5

Oh, what a question.

- It depends.

- on what?

Whether they fought on the side

of the goodies or the baddies.

Your father, for example,

fought for England...

on the side of the goodies.

How do you know who the goodies

and the baddies are?

That's enough questions.

Eat your food.

You'll never go to war.

We'll never go anywhere.

Ohh.

You're not missing out

on anything.

You're much better off at home

with your Mummy and Daddy...

Who love you very, very much.

And the intruders.

There are no intruders here.

But you said that there were.

No, I said that

there are no intruders here.

I don't want to hear

another word on the subject.

- But you said--

- That is enough!

Can I say something?

- No!

- Why not?

Because you can't!

Anne, stop breathing like that.

You heard me. Stop it.

Stop breathing.

Right, you go to your room.

go to your room.

No dessert for you today.

Ohh, no crying now, no crying.

Oh, stop that here.

Look what an awful face

you've got when you cry.

- I don't care!

- There, there.

You listen to me.

I've seen them, too.

You have?

Yes.

Why don't you tell my mother?

Then maybe she'll believe me.

There are things your mother

doesn't want to hear.

She only believes

in what she was taught.

But don't worry,

sooner or later...

she'll see them.

Then everything

will be different.

How?

Oh, you'll see.

There are going to be

some big surprises.

There are going to be...

changes.

Changes?

Now she's behaving

as if nothing had happened.

What about her daughter?

Oh, she's not so stubborn.

The children will be

easier to convince.

No, it's the mother who's going

to cause us problems.

Do you think her husband

suspects anything?

No. I don't think

he even knows where he is.

Ohh, look what

a pretty daughter I've got.

Mummy made this veil

especially for you.

- Hmm?

- I look like a bride.

Yes. You do.

I need to shorten

the sleeves a little.

- You can take it off now.

- No.

This dress has to be spotless

for your First Communion.

I promise I won't dirty it.

Just let me wear it

for a little longer.

Oh, just a little?

All right.

I'll be back shortly.

No sitting on the floor

or leaning against the walls.

No.

Monsieur,

would you like to dance?

I'd love to.

Charles,

you can't go on like this.

You must eat something.

Oooo.

In the sky

I don't know if

it's cloudy or bright.

But I only have eyes

for you, dear

The moon may be high

Anne, you need to take

the dress off now.

Anne, are you listening to me?

Anne?

What did I tell you

about sitting on the floor?

ANNE:
But it's clean.

It makes no difference.

Why can't you ever do

as you're told...

What's the matter?

Where is my daughter?

What have you done

with my daughter?

Are you mad?

I am your daughter.

No! You're not my daughter!

No! No!

Aah!

You're not my daughter! No!

- Aah!

- No! Aah!

Ma'am, I heard shouts.

She wants to kill me!

She won't stop

until she kills us!

She won't stop!

MRS MILLS:

Hush, child. Come with me.

ANNE:
You're wicked!

You're wicked! Wicked!

ANNE:
Wicked!

How is she?

There's no calming her...

so I've left her

with her father.

Oh!

She insisted

on speaking with him.

What happened?

Why did you fight?

GRACE:
It wasn't her.

It was the old woman

with the strange eyes.

She was imitating

my daughter's voice.

I'd swear to god

that it wasn't my daughter.

Oh, god. God help me.

God help me.

What's the matter with me?

I don't know

what's the matter with me.

MRS MILLS:

You must get more rest.

You can't take on the whole

responsibility of this house.

Leave it to us.

We know what has to be done.

What do you mean by that?

What do you mean

you know what has to be done?

Nothing, ma'am.

I was just suggesting--

There's nothing to suggest.

Who do you think you are?

You have no idea

what has to be done.

or do you?

What are these?

The tablets

for your migraine, ma'am.

The ones you always take.

Please,

I need to be on my own.

Yes, ma'am.

Come, child.

CHAPLES:

Anne told me everything.

I wish I had an explanation,

but I haven't.

At first, I thought there

was someone else in the house.

Even thought there were ghosts.

I'm not talking about

the ghosts.

I'm talking about

what happened that day.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

CHAPLES:

Tell me it's not true.

Tell me what happened.

Happened?

I don't know

what came over me that day.

The servants had left

during the night.

Hadn't the courage

to tell me to my face.

They knew that I couldn't

leave the house.

They knew.

Anne.

Anne, what happened?

She hit me.

She went mad

like she did that day.

Do you remember?

No.

You must forgive me, Charles.

Not me. The children.

They know that I love them.

They know I'd never hur them.

I'd die first.

What are you going to do?

Are you angry with me?

I just came back

to say good-bye...

to my wife and children.

Now I must go.

go where?

To the front.

No. The war's over.

The war is not over.

What are you talking about?

You're not going,

do you hear me?

You left us once already.

You can't go!

Why?

Why did you have

to go to that stupid war...

that had nothing to do with us?

Why couldn't you have

stayed here like the others?

The others surrendered.

We all surrendered!

The whole island was occupied!

What did you expect?

What were you trying to prove

by going to war?

Your place was here with us.

With your family.

GRACE:
I loved you.

That was enough for me.

Living in this darkness...

In this prison.

But not for you.

I wasn't enough for you.

That's why you left.

It wasn't just the war.

You want to leave me, don't you?

Ohh.

Anne!

Nicholas!

What is it? What--

Ohh! Ohh!

Oh, my god!

Here! Oh, my god!

Oh! Oh!

Here!

Oh!

Aah!

Where are the curtains?

GRACE:
Mrs Mills!

Let me see. Let me see.

Oh, you're all right!

You're all right!

I want my daddy!

Daddy's gone.

It's not true!

Yes, it is.

It is true.

I love you, Mummy.

Find the curtains.

Who was it?

Who did this?

Tell me!

Tell me!

You know what's happening here!

You know because

it happened to you, too!

You'll tell me.

You write it down.

Write it down! Please!

MRS MILLS:
That attitude

Won't solve anything, ma'am.

Anyway, she can't write.

- Where are they?

- What?

The curtains!

The curtains

my children's lives depend on!

Someone has taken the curtains!

I have noticed, ma'am.

There's no need for you

to raise your voice.

Oh, Mr Tuttle. I was just

on the point of calling you.

Did you know that someone

has taken all the curtains?

The curtains?

Oh, dear.

Why should anyone want

to take all the curtains?

To let some daylight

into this house, I imagine.

Daylight. of course.

Someone wants to kill

my children.

Why do you think that

the daylight would kill them?

Are you mad?

I told you.

I already told you!

The children are photosensitive!

The light will kill them!

Yes, but that was before.

The condition could have

cleared up by itself.

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote