White Noise
(Static)
(Static fading in and out)
(Ghostly screams)
(Static and snatched voices)
'More rain tomorrow
with the chance of thunderstorms... '
(Static and stations fading in and out)
(Man) Mikey, quit playing,
get ready for school.
Come on, start eating.
Your mom's coming in ten minutes.
(Tunes radio in)
- Hey, were you messing with this?
- No.
No! Bet you were.
- I bet you were fooling around.
- (Phone)
- I'll get it.
- All right.
Hello.
Hi, Jane.
- Mikey, you want more juice?
- Sure.
- Here you go.
- Yeah, no problem.
OK. See ya.
- Jane can't make it.
- Why not?
- She didn't say.
- Didn't say what?
- Your mom can't pick you up.
- Does that mean I miss school?
No! It means I take you instead.
Nice try, tiger.
It was a nice try, though.
- Where you going, baby?
- My publishers.
They're gonna show me the cover.
Wow. You look great.
You look really great.
You look really, really great.
No, John, we're late already.
And you have toothpaste on your mouth.
Right there.
- You OK?
- Yeah.
- You sure?
- Well, I might be...
more than OK.
Oh, my God in heaven.
Yes! Yes, yes!
This could be wrong. I'll do another one.
- Let's tell Mike he's getting a brother.
- Wait.
I'll do another test and then see the doctor.
Congratulations, honey.
Lunch bag.
Suit bag.
Kiss.
All right. See you in a couple of days.
Say hi to your mom.
And you, take it easy.
I know.
- (Engine revs)
- Hey!
Bye. I love you.
See you later. Don't worry.
(Car horn)
(Dog barking)
(Helicopter)
(Animated chatter)
- Hi, Kelvin.
- How you doing?
- Mr. Rivers.
- Hey.
Frank asked if you'd call
as soon as you're in.
Oh. Sure.
Wow.
- Wow what?
- You. You're smiling.
Is that a big deal that I'm smiling?
- It is on a Monday morning, yeah.
- Really?
- Really.
- OK.
- Yeah.
- Hey, Karen,
order me a bouquet of flowers
for the end of the day, lilies.
And champa... No, not champagne,
get me chocolates.
Those Belgian kind.
You know? What are you looking at?
Something's up.
- Something's really up.
- Would you just...?
- I'm going.
- Thank you.
- But I know something's up.
- Frank.
Hey, babe, are you home?
'You have one message.
'Message received Monday 16th, 6:07 pm. '
'Hey, honey, it's me.
So Julie's having trouble with Ben, again. '
- What's new?
- 'So I said I'd have a drink with her.
'Don't worry, I'll stick to water,
and I'll call when I'm on my way home.
'Did you see the demo cover?
What do you think?
'I was kind of thinking... '
(Static on answer machine)
'No messages. '
(Static)
(Only static)
(# Music starts)
'Hi, it's Anna. Leave a message
after the beep and I will call you back. '
Hi, it's me, it's a little before midnight.
I guess you're still with Julie.
Give me a call, let me know.
All right? Love you, bye.
'Hi, it's Julie. Leave a message. '
Julie, hi, it's John. Do me a favor.
When you get this message,
have Anna give me a call.
I guess you guys are having a good time.
Thank you.
(Clock ticking)
(Door slams)
(Radio suddenly comes on, loud)
(Static and voices
as radio tunes through stations)
(Newsreader) '... victim of a tragic accident.
'Police have discovered
the heel of a woman's shoe
'close to her abandoned car
on Argyle Avenue.
'She may have slipped into the river
while attending to a flat tire.
'Although divers are still searching the area,
'reported sightings of the best-selling author
'continue to reach police
from towns up to 20 miles away.
'Police are keeping an open mind
as to her whereabouts.
'Anna Rivers' latest novel The Eternal Wait
is scheduled for release this fall
'and her husband,
architect Jonathan Rivers,
'is said to be taking time out
to accompany her on her promotional tour. '
- We're gonna get going.
- OK.
Come on, Michael.
- Mark'll be home in a minute, so...
- OK. OK.
- Come on, pal, say goodbye to your dad.
- Come here.
Be a good boy.
Take care of your mom. Go get your stuff.
Hey, there's a bed at our place if you want it.
Oh, thanks. Jane,
you don't have to put yourself out for me.
I know I wasn't a very good...
OK.
(Woman) 'It's ten days now since international
author Anna Rivers' car was found... '
(Man) 'Although police still suspect
she could have drowned,
'they are not ruling out
the possibility of abduction.
'Architect husband Jonathan Rivers
spoke of his anguish today... '
(Woman) 'Three weeks since
the disappearance of author Anna Rivers... '
(Man) 'Police say they are constructing
a profile of a likely abductor. '
(Woman)
'Distraught husband, Jonathan Rivers... '
(Man) '... had this message for anyone
who may know of her whereabouts. '
(John) 'It's, er, difficult.
'But you never give up hope, ever.
'Lt's the only way to get by. '
I got 50 guys and thousands of dollars'
worth of equipment waiting,
so if you want to tell them
to wait a month, call me.
- My goodness.
- You were outside my house.
- I'm sorry.
- You were outside my house
and now you're outside my office.
Don't insult my intelligence
by telling me that's a coincidence.
No, it's no coincidence.
Do I know you?
My name is Raymond Price.
- Are you following me?
- It's about Anna, Mr. Rivers.
I've been receiving messages from her,
from the other side.
From what other side?
Jonathan...
your wife is dead.
I have proof. She's been trying to communicate
ever since the moment of her death.
Look, Mr. Rivers,
my son died when he was 12.
- For years I've been suicidal.
- Look. Just stay away from me.
But then someone told me
what I have told you.
That my son, my dead son,
had made contact.
And he had, Mr. Rivers, it was true.
From the other side.
And he was happy. Happy.
Please. Yes. And also at ease.
And it changed my life, Mr. Rivers,
because then, then I knew.
So please, please, Mr. Rivers,
put this in a drawer, hide it, forget about it,
but please don't throw it away.
Because, one day...
you will want to know.
My thoughts are with you both.
(John) 'It's Anna Rivers.
'The fabulous Anna Rivers
carrying groceries. '
- 'Stop it. '
- 'How was shopping? '
- 'Turn it off. '
- 'OK. Just...
- 'There's one of her best features. '
- 'Shut up. '
'That's a beautiful thing,
ladies and gentlemen. '
(Knocking)
(Knocking)
(Woman) 'The body of internationally renowned
author Anna Rivers
'was discovered last night
by a security guard making a routine visit... '
(Man) '... to the disused pier 16,
three miles upriver
'from where her car was found abandoned
'five weeks ago on Argyle Avenue.
'The discovery brings to an end... '
(Man) 'Before she drowned,
'your wife sustained injuries consistent
with a fall onto the rocks by the river.
'The damage to the head,
the break to the arm.
'When the tide came in, she would have been
unable to help herself.
'She would have been swept upstream
several miles.
'I'm so sorry for your loss. '
(Woman) 'Divers recovered
her personal effects.
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