The Redeeming Page #3

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And I wouldn't sleep

there if I were you.

Not with your arm as it is.

Sleep in the spare bed

and get your strength back

ready to leave first

thing in the morning.

How's that sound?

Great, thanks.

The bedrooms are through

there and up the stairs.

My one is the first

one on the left

and you're right next door.

All good?

Mmhm.

Okay, well, then I'll

bid you goodnight John.

What name should I put on

the bill for your room?

(laughing)

Um, Simons.

Okay.

Night night, John Simons.

(door latch rattling)

(eerie music)

You see, I knew it

is, I was right.

Oh no no no.

Oh, don't let it disappear.

I knew who he was.

Now it's gone.

I remembered something.

(eerie music)

That's mean, that's mean

taking it away like that.

(wind howling)

[Joyce] What's your

mother like John?

[John] I've not seen

her in a very long time.

[Joyce] Do I know you?

[John] John.

[Joyce] Lovely name.

(eerie music)

He's a test, isn't he?

(eerie music)

(footsteps approaching)

(eerie music)

(floorboards creaking)

(grunting)

[Joyce] How sad.

(dramatic piano music)

(suspenseful music)

(soft breathing)

(soft groaning)

(birds chirping)

(laughing)

[Ghostly Voiceover]

Now, do you see?

(rapid breathing)

(eerie music)

[Joyce Voiceover]

Please, I will get better,

I'll take my pills I promise.

(gun shot)

(screaming)

(grunting)

Can't he stay?

(door locks rattling)

No, no!

(ghost laughing)

(ghostly whispers)

(grunting)

Stretching your legs?

I just needed some fresh air.

Can I?

I was just keeping

us warm, by the way.

Last night when I

got into bed with you

I was just keeping us warm.

It was nothing dirty.

Okay Joyce.

Okay Joyce?

See anything

interesting, in the shed?

Why do children always sneak

around poking their noses?

I'm not a child anymore Joyce.

Is that so?

I just wanted to see...

To see, if I had

a car, a bicycle

four elephants and a drum kit?

Tell me, what were

you wanting to see?

Please, Joyce.

Mrs. Hadley, I think I'd

like to be called from now on.

Thank you

Joyce is too familiar

and you don't know me.

Please Mrs. Hadley, try it.

Please Mrs. Hadley.

Thank you.

Now, what is it that

you'd like to ask me?

I'd like to ask...

No, John, I think you'd

like to tell me something.

Correct?

Tell you?

Yes John, tell me.

Let's start with the

backpack, shall we?

For instance, why it

never leaves your side

not even for a moment.

Although, that's not

strictly true is it?

You didn't notice it

disappear for 10 minutes

while you asleep, did you?

You've been through my things?

No John, I haven't

been through your things

because none of what

is in that backpack

belongs to you, does it?

Unless you've lost a few

pound, gained a small child

and look incredibly

young for 43.

I didn't steal it if

that's what you think.

Whose is it John?

Who does it belong to

and how did you get it?

You can stop this Joyce, you

need to open your eyes now.

Look at the picture.

(ghostlike whispering)

[Joyce] Having trouble?

Let me go Joyce,

you don't wanna go

through all this again.

Where d'you wanna go John?

Let me leave Joyce.

Open this door

for your own sake.

Now, what sort of

person would I be

if I simply let a

lying little thief

loose into the community?

[John] What?

I mean, I'd feel so guilty

just letting you walk out.

(smack)

(grunting)

Don't do this Joyce!

[Joyce] What if you run off?

(smack)

(grunting)

Joyce!

Or steal someone's passport?

(smack)

(grunting)

Or savings?

[John] Joyce, remember!

It's Mrs. F***ing Hadley!

[Ghostlike Voiceover] Get him!

(door rattling)

Open this door!

Open this f***ing door!

(ghostly whispers)

I'm done being calm.

He wants to leave.

Why does everyone wanna leave?

[Ghostly Voiceover] Because

nobody could love you.

(tree felling)

(birds chirping)

(ghostlike grunting)

(doorknob rattling)

(door squeaking)

(heavy breathing)

(inhaling)

Remember the gun Joyce.

Remember what it did.

Oh my God, don't

shoot me please John.

You need to let me go.

Please don't kill

me, I don't wanna die.

I'm so sorry, please.

(crying)

(laughing)

(bullets rattling)

Unless you're gonna club me

to death with the handle.

But then, you're forgetting,

I'm still holding the poker.

(door rattling)

There's nowhere to go John.

Everywhere is locked, you

should know that by now.

[Ghostly Voiceover] That's

it, show him who's boss.

(electrical buzzing)

That's better.

[Ghostly Voiceover] See,

you're in control. You are.

[John] You don't need

to do this to me Joyce.

Think about what's

happening, change things.

[Ghostly Voiceover]

Don't listen to him.

[John] Joyce!

Mrs. Hadley!

[John] Mrs. Hadley.

(electrical buzzing)

(groaning)

[Joyce Voiceover] You're

mommy's little darling

aren't you?

[John] I'm sorry, okay.

Whatever it is I've

done, I'm sorry, please.

Whatever it is you've done?

Whatever it is that you've done?

You steal my husband's bag,

his money, his passport,

then you break into my house.

[John] I didn't.

The last couple of times I

was too young to make you see.

But this time,

remember who I am!

You took him from me.

That's it Joyce.

You're remembering.

And now you want

to shoot me too!

[John] No, that's

not what's happened.

Well I'm going

to defend myself.

And no one is going

to blame me for it.

No one will blame me at all!

(electrical buzzing)

[Joyce Voiceover] Get

that out of my face!

(whimpering)

Please, I need

you to understand.

(electrical buzzing)

[Joyce Voiceover]

That's enough!

Get out of my sight,

stupid little sh*t!

(gun bang)

(heavy breathing)

[Ghostly Voiceover]

Don't believe his lies.

I'm going to punish you John.

You know I have to.

(grunting)

(footsteps receding)

(suspenseful music)

Where the hell is he?

(grunting)

(doorknob rattling)

You better not be

trying to leave.

I know what you're doing.

(hurried footsteps)

(suspenseful music)

Better watch that drop John,

you might break the other arm.

(suspenseful music)

[Ghostly Voiceover]

Christ sake's, calm down.

I am calm!

Joyce, I don't

think I can stop this.

(grunting)

(suspenseful music)

You don't have to do this Joyce.

There's still time to stop.

Stop what?

Who am I, say my name.

You're John.

I'm your John.

- [Ghostly Voice] He's lying.

- No!

My John was 10 years old.

My John was a

conniving little boy.

He made my husband hate

me, took him away from me.

My John was a naughty,

spoiled little sh*t!

[Joyce Voiceover]

Go to your room!

No, I was just a little boy.

A normal little boy,

me nine years ago.

(electrical buzzing)

(moaning)

You can make this right,

please, let me leave.

I can't, don't you understand?

It's the only thing

that stops the pain!

Let the pain in,

go through the pain.

We can go through it together.

It's hurts too

much, I'm too scared.

(crying)

You have to be punished!

It's the way it is.

It's the way it has to be.

[Ghostly Voiceover]

Time's up Joyce.

Do it.

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