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But I must warn you that any

mistake on your part now

would have appalling consequences,

both for you and for us.

Barbara is a miracle of nature.

She carries in her womb...

something which transcends

the world of everyday reality.

She is able to give birth to

children of immense powers,

both natural and supernatural.

She is the only woman

of this generation

who carries the genes...

of Zatine.

She was assigned to you...

so far, without success.

We wanna do everything in our

power to assist you, Raymond.

And we feel that events in the next

few days will help your mission,

and that you will achieve our intent.

But we've invested a great

deal of time and money in you.

And we cannot wait much longer.

We need another child like Katie.

Barbara must give birth

to a brother for Katie.

Power corrupts, Raymond.

And absolute power

corrupts absolutely.

But we must have that power.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Katie

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, Katie.

- Happy birthday!

- Oh, darling!

- How beautiful you are!

- Look at the braids!

- I love the braids.

- Oh, how pretty.

- What a pretty birthday girl you are.

- Aww!

I'll be right back.

Hello, Squeaky. Do you like my party?

Come and open presents, Katie.

- Baby!

- Hey, this looks fun!

Presents!

From Mommy.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome, dear.

Oh, what to do!

From Grandma!

From Aunt Susan!

Happy birthday, my sweet.

Where's she going?

Wow!

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, look!

Here's the bullet,

it entered the left flank,

traversed posterior to the left

kidney and entered the spinal canal.

- Will there be paralysis?

- I'm afraid so.

- Permanent?

- In all probability.

Katie. You're doing

gymnastics beautifully.

That double twist of yours

was nearly perfect.

I'm getting better.

I'm getting perfect.

I will be perfect.

By the way, how's your mother, Katie?

Well, my mother didn't die, but she

just won't be able to walk any more.

Katie, oh, I've missed you so much.

- Oh, honey.

- I've missed you too.

Well, she's home, now, sweetheart.

You have to be a very

grown-up little lady now.

Your mommy needs all

the help she can get.

Oh, I'll help her.

Raymond and I will both help you.

Oh, well, I'm glad the two

of you get along so well.

Because it looks like the three of

us will be together for a while.

Oh, Mommy! I'm so glad!

Now we'll be a family!

- She had bought a musical bird.

- Uh-huh?

And that is a little,

tiny, uh.. metal bird.

You mean like a canary

or a parakeet or...

- A parrot.

- A parrot.

It's a winding.

And after you winding it,

- its music come out.

- Mm-hm.

And did you bring it home in,

what, a cage or a box?

It was wrapped.

- Wrapped? What do you mean, wrapped?

- Gift-wrapped, in a box.

Um...

How was the shooting done?

I... I really don't know.

But answer the question.

It happened so fast.

Tell me what happened, I mean exactly.

There was this present that was opened...

Oh, my God, what is that?

Oh!

Excuse me. The door was open,

so I came in. No one answered.

I'm... I am the new housekeeper,

uh, from the agency.

Uh, Jane, Jane Phillips.

I'm Barbara, Barbara Collins.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

Oh, you have such a beautiful house.

- Thank you.

- It's exquisite.

What... what lovely taste!

I...

You know, I bet that you're a Libra.

- Yes.

- And your rising sign is, uh...

- Sagittarius...

- Sagittarius! That's right.

- And your moon is...

- Leo.

I knew it! Leo!

I'm a Leo too.

I knew it, I knew it.

You know, I hate to work

for women who are Virgos.

They're maniacal about neatness.

- Oh.

- And Capricorns.

Capricorns are the worst.

I'm a Capricorn.

- What are these?

- Oh, just a hobby of mine.

Artificial birds.

They make me feel less lonely.

And... I don't know,

I think they protect me.

Careful. Squeaky

might rip them apart.

And anyway, I don't like them.

- Mrs Collins?

- I do.

Well, Katie, then that's

settled, isn't it?

- I'm gonna miss the bus.

- Katie!

Don't you need this to

further your education?

Are you going to be

here all the time?

Well, for now, just days.

But it sort of depends

on you, doesn't it?

- Wait up!

- Wait up, Anthony!

- Come on!

- Hey, wait up!

Come on, Tommy!

Hey, wait up, Jimmy!

What are you bugging me for?

Ah. Ahem. Well, I...

I... I just, uh...

I wanted to talk to you, Katie.

I thought maybe, if you wouldn't mind,

I'd like to ask you a question.

Yeah. Isn't there something

that you'd like to say to me

that you haven't said before?

- Yeah.

- Eh? What's that?

Go f*** yourself.

Now, wait a minute here.

Now, that's... that's no way

for us to get started, is it?

Hey, look at me.

Now, listen, I could...

I could wait in the car, you know,

until you finish class, is that what you want?

I don't like you.

You're a child molester.

I'll bet you do dirty

things to children.

You know, I'm worried about you.

Jesus! Everybody's worried about me.

Susan, my Momma, Grandmomma...

They ought to go worry

about themselves.

Warthog, worrywart. Go and worry

about some perverts like you!

I'm smarter than all of you.

Maybe you are. Maybe you are.

But let me tell you what. Let me

ask you just one last question,

and then I promise I won't...

I won't ask you anything else.

What happened to the gift your

aunt gave you for your birthday?

You better write it down.

- Right up your ass.

- Katie! Katie! Katie!

Katie!

Pat, hi.

I have a report on the gun.

A real doozy. No prints

other than the kid's.

No manufacturer's mark

and no serial number.

- Filed off, huh?

- Never on.

Tests showed negative.

Even the shell casings

are anonymous. Figure that out.

Listen to this.

"It is impossible to ascertain

"from examination of the wrapping

paper and accompanying gold seals

"whether the package was

opened and resealed

"before the child in

question received..."

That's sh*t.

You know, we need a

magician on this case.

I want to know how that gun got in that

box and I want to know who put it there.

Well, that rules out the kid.

Where would an eight-year-old

kid get a gun?

And the mother swears that

gun was never in the house.

OK. What about the bird the

aunt said she put in the box?

The shooting was an accident.

I mean, it's gotta be some

kind of wild damn accident.

Yeah. But the gun in the box,

that's a... that's another matter.

Look, Jake, I got a hunch

that we can dig all we want,

and sooner or later, we're going

to have to just close the case.

What about the kid?

She doesn't seem shook up at all.

You... you'd have thought

she would have been.

I swear, she seemed glad it happened.

Yeah, that bugs me, man.

That really bugs me.

I'm a pretty bird.

I'm a pretty bird.

Inspector one, central despatch.

Inspector one, do you read me?

I'm a pretty bird.

I'm a pretty bird.

I'm a pretty bird.

I'm a pretty bird.

I'm a pretty bird.

I'm a pretty bird.

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