White Noise Page #3

No. No. No.

Oh. OK.

It's no problem. Sometimes it happens.

Your wife, she passed over recently.

(Quietly) Yeah.

Her passing was difficult.

Yeah.

She was, um...

She's a writer. She was a writer.

Yeah, her words are important.

Oh...

I'm sorry, the light is way too bright.

It's... it's like these tiny, noisy, little pinpoints.

It's making it hard to see anything at all.

Can you...

(Sharp scream)

- It's electronic voice...

- I know what this is.

- I've been making tapes...

- You shouldn't.

You shouldn't try this by yourself,

it's not safe.

It's like homemade Ouija boards

and teenage sances at Halloween.

E.V.P. Is not good.

We spend years developing

our relationships with our guides

so that we can protect you.

- From what?

- From the ones who like damage.

Cos they are out there and they will find you.

If you're gonna

keep insisting on meddling, then...

Anna, my wife, she sent me a sign.

No. No. Not Anna.

You are misreading everything.

Listen, it is one thing to contact the dead,

it is another to meddle,

and you are meddling.

- I just came cos I wanted some help.

- I know, I can help you.

It's just that they are urging me

to tell you to stop.

Right. Thank you.

Mr. Rivers...

Willow Avenue. Are you sure?

They keep showing me Willow Avenue.

No.

No Willow Avenue,

no Willow Street, no Willow Terrace.

Mr. Rivers. She was pregnant. Yes?

(Child) 'We play every day. '

(Static)

(Faint voices)

(Jumble of voices)

(Man) 'He says you are happier now. '

'Did I die? '

(Distorted voice) 'Susie.

'Susie Tomlinson...

'smile.

'Susie Tomlinson.

'Smile'

(Truck horn blares)

Excuse me. Are you Susie Tomlinson?

- Yeah.

- My name's Jonathan Rivers.

- Hi.

- May I speak to you?

(Sobbing)

My mother died giving birth to me.

And my grandmother, she tried for years

to make contact with her.

You know, with candles,

darkness and smoke...

- Sances?

- Yeah.

All of that, she tried everything.

She used to tell me...

that when she died she'd let me know

if she found her, if she...

if she found my mother.

Whenever I was sad,

she nagged me to cheer up.

She would say, "Susie Tomlinson,

look on the brighter side. "

"Susie Tomlinson, lighten up. "

"Susie Tomlinson, smile. "

They've found each other.

Haven't they?

That's what she wanted me to know.

It's like she didn't really die.

I get the call from my father and then, what,

like two days later you come by?

It's like she just carried straight on.

Susie, I don't understand.

I've been getting messages

from your grandmother for a week.

No, that can't be.

She just passed away two days ago.

(Ghosts wailing)

'They are ruling nothing out in the case

of missing mother of two, Mary Freeman.

'Lt's been nine days since

she left her house... '

- Where are we gonna eat now?

- On our laps.

There you go. It works.

What's that, Dad?

That means it's time for us

to go pack up your gear. Come on.

One, two, three... Hoi!

That's it.

Next week, can I watch a video

and you watch a video like you said?

Yep, but only if you're good, and ready

for when your mom comes to pick you up.

OK.

- Daddy.

- Yeah.

Are you gonna be OK?

Yeah.

I promise.

(Woman) 'John.

'John.

'John, my love.

'John. John. '

Anna.

Anna, baby.

'John, my love. '

(Screaming)

(Distorted) 'Please, get my...

'Please... '

'John.

'John.

- 'Go. '

- (Screams)

- 'Please! '

- (Man) 'I know. '

(Static)

'John, my love. '

'Go. '

'John, my love. '

(Man) 'Willow Avenue. '

'Go. Go.

'Go now.

- 'Please, John. '

- (Man) 'Willow Avenue. '

'Please, John. '

(Man) 'Willow Avenue. '

(Electronic hissing)

(Baby crying)

(Electrical bang)

(Radio station playing, distorted)

Please! Please, get my baby!

Please.

Get my baby. Please.

(Baby crying)

Please.

(Horn blares)

- Hi.

- Oh. Hi.

- Thank you for coming.

- Yeah, sure.

How's he doing?

He's good. Gets a little better every day.

How are you?

I should...

- Sorry. Thanks again.

- Yeah. OK.

- Mr. Black.

- John...

Mr. Black.

Uh...

This is gonna sound strange

but I need to tell you. I went to Willow Avenue

because she reached out to me,

she asked for help.

That's the thing. She wanted help.

I am grateful for what you did, Mr. Rivers.

My son wouldn't be here

if it wasn't for you. So thank you.

- But now I'd like you to leave us alone.

- Mr. Black...

Carol may have believed

your bullshit but not me.

So you and your sick friends,

you stay the f*** away

from me and my family, you understand?

You stay away.

Number one, they're not dead.

When I see them, they're not dead.

She shows me things that haven't happened.

- Things that haven't happened?

- Right.

Number two, she's showing me things

that are here,

not somewhere else where I can't do anything.

She doesn't show me an earthquake in India

or some bomb in the Middle East,

they're here in this city

where I can maybe do something.

I've seen things that haven't happened yet.

You understand?

I can see how you're putting it together.

Putting it...? Putting it together?

What do you mean?

She wants me to help.

I couldn't help Carol Black.

But I can help them.

(Ringing tone)

- 'Jonathan Rivers' office. '

- Karen, cancel my appointments

- for the next few days.

- 'Are you all right? '

I need a few days.

- 'Take care of yourself. '

- Yeah, I will.

(Voices)

(Anna) 'It hurts. '

(Distorted voices)

(Anguished cry)

(Growl)

(Man) 'Stop.

'She's ours. '

(Growling)

'She's ours. '

'John, my love. '

(Man) 'Willow Avenue. '

'Stop, you pig. Willow Avenue. '

It's the same voice.

When I was at Raymond's,

he had been receiving messages,

angry, violent messages.

Now I'm getting the same thing, Sarah.

- But from whom?

- I don't know.

Sarah.

Edith Tomlinson, 207.

I was getting messages

from Susie Tomlinson's grandmother.

She was trying to reach her dead daughter,

Susie's mother.

"Edith Tomlinson. Daughter died

giving birth, tapes 200 to 208."

Susie's grandmother.

She was visiting Raymond.

Probably just a coincidence.

Look for Carol Black, the woman in the car.

Remember what her husband said?

"My wife might have been

into that sh*t but I wasn't. "

"Carol Black.

"General interest, tape number 231."

Raymond had lists of clients.

You've seen only two.

I've seen hundreds of faces.

It could be the same with all of them.

I'm in there, you're in there,

Edith, Carol, they're just two people...

- There's too much else.

- It's a coincidence.

Mary Freeman. The missing woman.

She's on my tapes.

I've seen her.

She's on my tapes.

First they visit Raymond.

Then I see them.

Then they die.

- What are you doing?

- If she's alive, Anna will show her to me.

We don't know

that everyone you see is alive.

Susie's grandmother, Carol Black.

- What about Anna?

- Anna's different.

She's helping me.

- We don't know what's happening here.

- I do.

If Mary Freeman's on these tapes, she might

be alive and we might be able to save her.

(John) Sarah! Sarah, come here!

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