The Unbroken (2012) Movie Script
(SILENCE)
(CALM MUSIC #)
(MORGAN STEVENS) "Rebuilding
Your Self Worth"
Chapter Six.
This chapter's motto is:
The road to recovery
is reached by
inhaling the positive,
and exhaling
the negative.
Inhaling the positive,
and exhaling
the negative.
Now please
repeat the motto.
The road to recovery
is reached by
inhaling the positive
and exhaling the negative.
Very good.
Now take a deep breath
and visualize the air
filling your lungs.
You're taking in positive...
(PHONE RINGS)
...energy from the universe.
(PHONE RINGING)#
Nope.
Nope.
Not gonna do it.
(PHONE BEEPS)
Not gonna ruin my day.
Very good.
Now, exhale.
Visualize your breath
as all the negative energy in your life.
(PHONE BUZZES)
(SIGHS)
(LOUD SIGH)
Let's see what Prince Charming
has to say.
(BEEP)
Hey, Sarah, it's Trent.
- I got that.
- Um, I noticed...
...you didn't
say goodbye to me
at the end of the trial.
- Why would I, really?
- And your supposed...
...divorce attorney...
...wouldn't tell me
where you were movin'.
Uh, I really don't care.
I just want to know
where to send your junk.
Good. That's good.
Ashley wants to...
...you know,
redecorate our bedroom.
(SCOFFS)
Oh, I bet she does, huh?
Anyway, good luck.
And, uh, arrivederci.
(SCOFFS)
Arrivaderci.
(PHONE BEEPS)
Great.
Great.
She's redecorating
my bedroom.
What is she, 15?
She doesn't know
how to decorate.
She's gonna use
princess sheets,
or something like...
Princess.
(GROAN)
(CALM MUSIC #)
All right.
Home, sweet home.
(DRAMATIC, OMINOUS MUSIC #)
(SARAH SCREAMS)
(SCREECHING TIRES)
(THUMP)
Oh my God.
Oh my God,
was that a kid?
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no.
Please be okay.
(UNDER HER BREATH)
Please be okay.
Little boy?
I'm so sor...
(MYSTERIOUS MELODY #)
(SIGH)
It's okay.
I didn't him him.
I'm fine.
(SHARP CRASH #)
(LOUD GASP)
Oh!
Sorry, dear.
Didn't mean to scare you.
- Are you Ms. Campbell?
- Yeah, um, sorry.
Sarah.
You must be Mrs. Parks.
In the flesh.
It's a pleasure
to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Are you okay? You look
like you've seen a ghost.
Do I?
Um, well,
I almost hit this kid
coming in,
and, well...
That wouldn't be the best way
to make friends around here.
Well, the good news is,
there aren't any kids
living in the complex.
One of the perks
of renting here, if you ask me.
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
What the hell was that?
Some weird toy
that little boy dropped.
I'd like to
return it to him.
Do you know if there's any kids
visiting the complex?
A grandson
or a nephew?
Not that I know of.
Mrs. Stubbs would know.
She's the nosy one.
Now how about
I show you the apartment?
Sounds good.
This is the living room,
new coat of paint.
Almost new tiles.
That's the kitchen.
Obviously.
This is the bedroom.
New coat of paint
on the walls.
Carpet's been
steam cleaned.
They do a nice job.
They really do.
Oh, yes.
Nice view.
- Yeah, let's see the rest of the place.
- Yeah, that's nice...
There's the bathroom
right there.
- That should do it.
- Ah.
And here's your copy
of the lease.
- Okay, thank you.
- And it's official.
You are now
an independent woman.
- Good luck.
- Thank you.
My nephew Tommy
is gonna come up here
to help you move in.
I'm warning you now, though.
He's one
gigantic hormone.
Call me if you have any problems
he can't handle.
My number's on the lease.
Goodbye.
Bye, thanks.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(BEEP)
Hey, Vicki.
Perfect timing.
Hey, you there yet?
Yep, I just signed
the lease.
So, how is it?
Well...
It's all right.
Well I was kind of hoping
for more color and less dirt,
but hey,
you get what you pay for, right?
I told you to push...
I know. Push for more
money in the divorce.
- I know, I know.
- I'm just saying.
I know it.
I'm just saying you were right.
I was just over it.
Yeah, I know.
I know you're
going through a rough time.
Are you gonna be okay?
Yeah, yeah.
I'll be fine.
It's just kinda been
a bit of a stressful day.
Typical me,
the first thing I do
is almost run over some kid
when I get here.
- Is he okay?
- Yeah, I mean, I think he's fine.
Honestly, I don't know.
He ran off
before I could check on him.
Can you blame him?
I mean, some psycho lady
is trying to run him over
with her car.
I know, so if you don't
hear from me in a few days,
it means
I'm probably in jail
for smushing some...
...kid.
Hey, I gotta go.
I have a lot
I have to get done
before it gets dark out.
Okay. I know you're going
through a really rough time,
but, um, I'm really excited
you're painting again.
Look, I gotta go.
I'll call you later, okay?
- Bye.
- All right, bye.
(PHONE BEEPS)
What the hell?
(HAUNTING MELODY #)
(SOUND OF GENTLE WIND)
(THUD)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
Hello?
Hello?
Is somebody here?
I have pepper spray.
And I am not afraid
to use it.
Hi. (SARAH SCREAMS)
(SPRAYING SOUND)
(SCREAMING)
Oh!
Ow!
Why would you do that,
lady?!
(GROANING)
Who are you?
Tommy.
My aunt sent me up here.
- Who?
- My aunt told me to help you move in.
Who's your aunt?
- Mrs. Parks!
- Oh, crap. Your aunt's Mrs. Parks?
- Yes!
- Okay, let me help you.
Let's get some water.
Don't...
Don't touch me!
I need milk!
Milk, milk...
Why milk?
It's oil based.
Water will just make it spread.
- I saw it on TV.
- Okay, I just moved in, so I don't have milk.
- We need a plan B.
- Of course you don't.
- Oooh, my God.
- What else can I do for you?
Oh, just give me something
to rub my eyes with.
I don't care.
Here, this should work.
(TOMMY GROANS)
Here you go.
(COUGHING)
Better?
No, not really. But yeah, no.
It kinda helps.
- What are you doing?
- I'm fast-blinking.
It's supposed to
make you tear up.
Look, I am really sorry
about that,
but you
scared the crap out of me.
The whole
"scaring tenants" thing.
Not the "pepper spray" thing.
That...
That is a new one.
Well...
I'm Sarah Campbell.
Tommy.
Kinda nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
(COUGHING)
(SIGHS)
Hey, I can
almost see you.
Ooh.
Hey, you're kinda hot.
Thank you?
(LAUGHTER)
Is this the part
where you offer to kiss my eyes
and make 'em feel better?
- What?
- Nothing.
Umm...
She said that you need some
help moving some stuff in.
Yeah, yeah.
I have a trailer downstairs.
All right.
Let's get you moved in, then.
- You gonna be okay?
- Yeah! Let's go!
- All right...
- Let's go, let's do this!
(TOMMY GROANS)
"Rebuilding Your Self Worth"
with Morgan Stevens?
I've seen this guy on TV.
He's a tool.
No, he's not.
I like him.
Just because you like him
doesn't mean he's not a tool.
Well, he helps me
pass the time away when I drive.
You listen to him
in the car?
It was a long drive.
So the whole
"not recommended to practice
while driving" label
didn't deter you, huh?
It doesn't say that.
Oh.
It does say that.
Why would it say that?
Oops.
So, you're, um...
You're having
some self esteem issues, huh?
Ah, well, yeah.
I guess.
Let's just say
that my ex-husband
was really good at making me
feel completely worthless.
'Cause he's a tool, too.
No, no, no.
I refer to guys like that
as "douches."
Oh, yeah?
What's the difference?
Well, a tool is a guy
who isn't all that bad,
but he's just maybe
a little too loud and obnoxious.
- Ah, like you.
- No.
I'm charming. Whereas tools
are not charming at all.
They're like...
What's it like
being in my presence,
'cause I'm so cool?
(KISS SOUND)
Yeah, that's definitely
not you.
So what's a douche?
Well, a douche
is more like a guy
Get in the kitchen,
where you belong!
Yep, yep.
That sums up my ex-husband.
So what would you call the 19
year old girl he got pregnant?
I guess that would depend
on how hot she is.
Oh, geez.
But...
(RASPBERRY NOISE)
There is no way
she is as hot as you.
Yeah, nice save.
Quit staring
at my butt.
It's not like
I can see anything, anyway.
My eyes are still adjusting
from the pepper spray.
What if there's
long term damage?
I could have glaucoma.
That's everything, right?
Yeah, that should do it.
Ah, thank you so much
for your help.
- What do I owe you?
- Ah, you're crazy. I don't want your money.
No, no.
I have to give you something.
All right.
I'll take a kiss.
(CHUCKLES)
No.
How about a hug?
Really? A hug?
Chapter seven says
reach out and touch someone.
Okay...
Come on.
There you go.
Nice little hug.
It's not so bad.
Well, thanks again.
Yeah, it was my pleasure.
You need anything else
before I go?
A massage, perhaps?
(SCOFFS)
Uh, no.
I'm gonna hop in the shower,
and go to bed.
It's been a really long day.
All right.
Well...
If you do get scared
being here alone, I'd be...
...more than happy
to keep you company.
Especially in the shower.
It saves water.
I'll be fine.
Okay.
Well...
Good night.
See ya.
Goodbye.
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(OMINOUS AMBIENT SOUND)
(CALM MELODY #)
(DRAMATIC HIT #)
(GLASSY TINK)
(PAINED EXHALE)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(CALM MELODY #)
(HEAVY EXHALE)
(HEART BEATING)
(TENSE STRINGS #)
(DULL THUD)
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(GROAN)
(OMINOUS AMBIENT SOUND)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
Okay, it's time
to get rid of you.
Hello?
Hi, I'm, um,
Sarah Campbell, I...
Let me, let me guess...
You're, uh...
You're selling
magazine subscriptions.
- No.
- Oh, okay, okay.
Um...
You're a little too old to be
selling Girl Scout cookies...
...no offense.
Um...
I'm your new neighbor.
I just moved in
to apartment 4, next door.
Ah.
So you're the one making all
that ruckus over there, huh?
(CHUCKLES)
I'm just kidding.
Bruce Middlebrooks,
how are ya?
Nice to meet you.
So Parks finally
rented out that unit, huh?
I mean that girl
skipped town some time ago.
She was kind of a...
...weirdo/troublemaker,
you know?
You're not
a weirdo/troublemaker, are you?
Me?
No.
I actually kind of consider
myself a pretty boring person.
Well,
don't know about boring, but...
I can definitely see
the pretty part.
Well, I appreciate that.
So, you're not here
to sell Girl Scout cookies,
what can I do you for?
Um, I was wondering
if you had any kids visiting.
That's a strange question.
Uh...
No. No kids visiting. Why?
Well, this is
kind of embarrassing,
but I almost
ran over a kid the other day
and so he dropped this...
(OMINOUS AMBIENT SOUND)
...and I was wanting to
return it to him...
- ...apologize.
- Where did you get that?
Well, I mean, he had it in his
hand before he dropped it,
so I found it
under my car.
Did you get a good look at him?
I mean, uh...
Yeah, pretty good.
Wh-What'd he look like?
- Sandy hair?
- Yeah.
About uh...
Five, six years old?
Yeah.
Do you know him?
(LIGHT COUGH)
Anything else about him
stand out to you?
His stare.
I can't get it
out of my head.
I mean, I don't know,
maybe he was scared.
But he had this, like...
...blank loneliness,
that he needed something.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Yeah, uh, uh... look,
I'm sorry, you got me
at a really bad time.
I'm right in the middle of
something, I-I-I gotta run, but...
Welcome to
the neighborhood, really.
Thanks, uh, thanks
for stopping by.
I'll see you soon.
Yeah... yeah.
It was nice
to meet you, too.
(CALM MELODY #)
- Here, let me help you with those.
- Oh!
- You must be Mrs. Stubbs.
- Yes, how did you know?
Well, Mrs. Parks told me
to look out for you.
I'm Sarah Campbell.
I just moved in.
- Oh.
- Um...
...Mrs. Parks said you might
know if there's any kids
visiting the complex, I wanted
to return this toy to them.
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
What are you doing?
Give those back to me.
I was just trying to help.
I didn't ask for any help,
did I?
Next time,
mind your own business!
Helping people
only leads to misery.
Well, I don't think so.
I don't care what you think.
What's up, Sarah?
I was just, uh...
...doin' a little Wii Fit.
Do, uh...
Do you want to join me?
Aah, I'm sorry.
What did I do?
What did I do?
Why is everyone here
so unfriendly?
That seems to be a pretty good icebreaker.
Look what it did for us.
(CHUCKLES)
Look, don't sweat
Ms. Stubbs, all right?
She's been a crazy old
bitch since the '20s.
Who else
was mean to you?
I will punch them
right in the mouth.
That guy up in five.
Mr. Middlebrooks?
Except for him.
I'm pretty sure
he's like ex-CIA or something.
Really?
Yeah, that,
or a serial killer.
He was such a nice,
quiet young man,
I never thought
he would do such a thing.
(LAUGHTER)
Isn't it ridiculous
when people say that?
"Yes, I said he was crazy all along,
and nobody would listen to me."
(LAUGHTER)
Seriously,
what the hell did you do?
I knew you were a little bit
nutty, but are you punching walls?
No, I broke my bathroom
mirror with my hand.
What?
You know that's like seven years
of my aunt hating you, right?
She's gonna be pissed.
Really?
I mean, I'll pay to fix it.
No, I'll take care of it.
Thanks.
Yep.
That's what I do.
Besides, any excuse to hang
out with you is a good one.
Well, good, because I'm gonna
need your help with something.
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(TOMMY VOCALIZES DISGUST)
That could seriously be the most
disturbing thing I've ever seen.
Yeah, that seems to be
the general consensus.
Um, to be honest, the thing
kind of creeps me out, too,
but I gotta find the kid
it belongs to.
There aren't any kids here.
I keep hearing that,
but I swear I almost hit
this kid the other day.
You cut your hand
breaking your bathroom mirror.
And you almost
run over a kid?
You have a bit
of a dark side.
I promise, I don't.
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
Well, at least the thing
has good timing.
Are you sure
this is a kids toy?
It's all, like...
bleh and creepy.
I saw him holding it.
(CAR HORN HONKS)
Hey, get that thing
out of the way, you morons!
Nice to see you, too,
Mr. Snyder.
I'm just glad he called
me a moron, too, right?
Like I had something to do
with your terrible parking job.
I'll go move it right now.
I need to go to town, anyways.
I'm heading to the art store.
Do you need anything?
From the art store?
Um...
Yes, I do, actually.
Uh, a couple of nude models.
Preferably attractive, and..
Yeah, I meant
while I was out.
Oh, uh... a couple
of nude models...
Goodbye.
(CHUCKLES)
See you later.
(OMINOUS AMBIENT SOUND)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
Dude, you are creepy.
See ya.
(TENSE AMBIENT MUSIC #)
(CALM MELODY #)
(SHUTTER CLICK)
(GHOSTLY WHOOSH)
(FLICKERING STATIC)
(WHOOSH)
(FLICKER)
(OMINOUS CREAKING #)
I need a drink.
(RISING MUSICAL TENSION #)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DOORBELL RINGING)
(BUZZING SOUND,
FROM VIDEO)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Hold on.
I said I was coming.
Oh, hey. Sorry.
You think this is funny?
I don't appreciate you sneaking
around my apartment while I'm gone.
What are you talking about?
Look, if you weren't gonna
help me in the first place,
you shouldn't have taken it
at all.
I didn't. Look...
I put it...
What the hell?
Sarah, I promise you,
I put it right over there, okay?
And I would never sneak into
your place without permission.
I obviously can't trust anyone
in my life right now,
so just take this,
and shove it up your...
- My ass?
- Yes!
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(VOCALIZING REVULSION)
Thanks a lot, dude.
(DEEP EXHALE)
(TENSE, OMINOUS MUSIC #)
(SCREAMING)
(GASP)
(SHARP EXHALE)
(PHONE RINGING)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
(BEEP)
Hey.
Sarah, you sound horrible.
Everything all right?
(YAWNS)
Yeah, I kinda...
...had a rough night.
What time is it?
It's almost noon.
I haven't slept this late
in years.
(LAUGHS)
You've been a busy girl.
Those paintings
you've been working on...
Absolutely stunning!
- Really?
- Really.
And, I have a showing
next week,
and I was able
to squeeze you in.
That's a little bit soon,
isn't it?
I know it's last minute,
but it's a great opportunity,
and I've already started
putting everything together.
That sounds great.
I'm really glad you like 'em.
Sarah, I love them.
It is so nice
to have you back.
I'll see you next Friday.
- See you then.
- Bye.
Bye.
(BEEP)
(OMINOUS WHOOSH)
(GLASS CRACKING)
(SLIGHT GROAN)
(DISSONANT ARRANGEMENT #)
It's you.
How did you get in here?
Look, I'm really sorry I almost
hit you the other day, I-I...
I should have been
paying more attention.
What are you doing?
Stay back.
Stay away.
I have pepper spray.
(SPRAYING SOUND)
(RAPID KNOCKING ON DOOR)
What do you want?
Come in.
(SIGH)
We need to talk.
So, let me
get this straight...
You think
you're being haunted
by the ghost
of a little kid...
...that you almost ran over
the other day.
The same ghost kid
that broke your glasses,
and broke your mirror.
And now you're apologizing
to me for wigging out,
but it's because you're being
haunted by this ghost kid.
- Yes.
- Man...
I have heard some of the
lamest apologies in my life,
most of 'em
coming out of my mouth.
But this one?
This one
is the lamest.
(EXASPERATED SIGH) Come
on, give me a break.
Do you think
I'm making this up?
You think I would
cut my own face
just so I don't have to
admit that I was wrong?
It does kind of explain how the
doll got back in to your apartment.
I know, it sounds crazy.
I was just...
...just hoping that maybe
you could help me out.
Well, how can I help? I don't
know anything about ghosts.
Wait, I do know one thing,
actually.
You can't pepper spray them.
Well I thought you'd be a pro, with all
these horror movies you have around here.
Besides, ghost stories
scare the piss out of me.
I'm doing
everything in my power
not to piss my pants
right now.
Wait, so you
can't even watch a ghost movie
'cause it scares you,
and you think
I'm ridiculous?
(VOCALIZING DISAGREEMENT)
Let's be clear,
I said ghost stories,
not ghost movies.
Most ghost movies suck,
except for...
...I don't know...
...pretty much, Ghostbusters.
Other than that,
I just buy movies that are good.
Oh, like this one?
Zombies, Zombies, Zombies.
Strippers Versus Zombies?
Is this part of your porn
collection, or something?
No!
How dare you judge?
This is a fine piece of cinema.
Way ahead of its time.
Mmhmm.
Okay, bad example.
So, are you
not gonna help me, then?
(SIGHS)
How can I possibly say no
to a hot chick
that just needs my help getting
rid of some lame little kid ghost
that likes to break glass.
Whoa!
Oh, my fish!
- My fish!
- Get a cup, get a cup!
Okay, how many
were there?
- There's five.
- All right.
Get him, get him!
Get that one, get that one.
Hurry up, hurry up,
hurry up.
That one's flopping
over there.
Get him, get him!
That one's not moving.
It's not moving!
Pick it up, hurry up, quick!
Hurry, hurry.
He's good, he's good.
Where's Archimedes?
Where's Archimedes?!
(LIGHT SQUISH)
Oh...
Oh, no...
(TOMMY GASPS)
Th-there he is.
Oopsy.
Oopsy?
(RESTRAINED VOCALIZATION)
(ANGUISHED SOUNDS)
Archimedes...
You were a good fish.
You never complained.
You never bullied
any of the other fish, and...
You certainly did not deserve
to die the way you did.
Goodbye, my friend.
Feel free to haunt her for not
looking where she stepped.
(LIGHT PLOP)
Thanks.
(FLUSH)
As if I don't have
enough problems already,
I'm gonna have
a ghost fish haunting me.
(SIGH)
Well...
As bad as
your night's been,
you still have no problem
giving me a hard time.
It's like your immune to your
depression when I'm around.
You're right.
Weird.
So, I had this
moment of clarity,
before my fish tank exploded
all over my junk.
In several ghost movies,
there's like a scene
where the haunted will go to
a psychic or a priest to...
You know, get assistance
getting rid of the hauntee.
Oh yeah?
Which one should I go to?
Well, that depends on
if you want to
read a book with a lot of
cryptic writing and drawings,
or if you want to
puke pea soup.
Hmm, I think I'll have to
go with the first one.
So, if you don't
watch ghost movies,
how do you know so much
about them?
"Nashville psychics..."
Search.
I said I don't own any.
I never said
I didn't watch any.
I went through a phase
where I watched several,
but I don't like them at all.
Why is that?
Because they never end well.
I mean, a ghost
isn't a physical being.
You can't get rid of them.
You know, a zombie...
...shot to the head.
A werewolf?
Silver bullet.
Vampires.
Stake through the heart.
Or sunlight.
Unless you buy all that...
"Sunlight makes you sparkle
like diamonds" stuff.
But ghosts...
Nothin'.
(KEYBOARD CLACKS)
So, you're pretty much
saying I'm screwed, then?
If this were a movie, yes.
But it's real life, so...
you're just a crazy person
with crappy glass in your house.
Hey, check this out.
This psychic shop
is only a few miles from here.
There... is... the address.
And... have fun.
What, you're not
coming with me?
No way, man.
Those places creep me out.
Besides, I get to stay here
and pick up fish crap and water.
Yeah, sorry about that one.
Yeah, I bet you are.
Well, thanks for your help.
You're very welcome.
Have a wonderful evening.
Thank you.
(GENTLE MELODY #)
(LIGHT CHIME)
Hello?
Hello?
Ah.
Can I help you?
I hope so.
(THUD)
Hello.
Yes, I uh, see you're looking
at the incense there.
Yes, it's a...
It's burned
for different reasons.
That's the smell
of lavender and sage.
Yes, well, eh... The lavender
here is to soothe the soul.
And the sage is to get rid
of your negative energies
or spirits.
Ah.
That's why you're here.
Yes.
You're having
a ghost problem.
- Mmhmm.
- Yeah? Am I right?
Ah, well.
Yes, well, I...
I think I can help you
with that, um...
Now what kind of spirit
do you have?
I don't know.
Is... is it a solid?
Transparent? Is there an
odd fog that you see?
A face in the fog?
No.
Or perhaps it's a sound,
or a smell, or a feeling.
No, it's this...
...little boy.
- He's in my apartment.
- Ah.
Then it's a solid.
Now, uh, does he try
and communicate with you?
No, he just stares at me.
Well, today he came after me,
but I ran from him
Interesting, yes...
Let's see here.
I don't think
it's a poltergeist.
I think what you're
experiencing is...
...yes.
An apparition.
Sorry, you've absolutely no idea
what I'm talking about, do you?
No.
Um...
An apparition is...
It's like a
fingerprint of energy.
Sort of in a constant cycle.
So he's going to continue
to scare the hell out of me.
Look, I just want him
to leave me alone.
Right, well, em...
In that case,
you need this kit.
Which will help you
ward him off.
In here,
it's all very technical, but
we have some incense,
this bell...
(DING-A-LING)
...that will clear the air,
and an incense stand.
An incense stand?
I tell you what I'll do.
I'll throw in these stones.
Give me your hand.
Now these will help to...
...ward off your negative
spirits, and, uh...
...bring good energy
in to your life.
Thank you.
(AMBIENT WHOOSH)
What are those?
Crystal stones
to ward off evil spirits.
What else you get in here?
Lavender.
Sage, and a receipt.
For $102.45?!
Did he at least buy you dinner
before screwing you?
Come on!
This was your idea.
Yeah, it wasn't my idea
to buy the entire store.
Made in China?
Is it a Chinese ghost?
Ow.
Come on.
This is serious.
Right, it's very serious.
What do we do first?
All right, first...
I have to put these stones
in a circle.
They each represent
something different.
(CHUCKLING)
Yeah.
That one's strawberry.
That one's lemon-lime.
And, oh, this one's
my favorite!
Watermelon!
(SMACK)
(PAINED GROAN)
- Gah.
- Come on, let's just...
...get this over with.
I'm embarrassed enough
as it is.
Yeah.
Hey, I... I like your
paintings, by the way.
Hmm.
Thank you.
What is that?
I don't know.
It's...
...something
I've been dreaming about.
It looks familiar.
That's weird.
Uh, where were we?
All right. Next, I ring
this bell seven times.
(RING)
(RING)
(RING)
(RING)
(RING)
(RING)
(RING)
That's it?
I think so.
(LOUD THUD)
What was that?
I don't know.
(LOUD THUD)
(TENSE MUSIC #)
It's coming
from the bedroom.
You should go check it out.
I'll stay here.
Come on.
Ugh.
(THUD)
Middlebrooks better not be
punching holes in the wall,
or he's gonna lose his deposit.
(THUD)
It is Mr. Middlebrooks.
What's he doing?
He has a suitcase
and this, like, big black bag.
Oh, really?
Creepy.
Do you think it's a body?
You think it is?
(LAUGHS)
No.
He's always carrying around
stuff like that.
He always
goes on retreats.
I constantly have to keep
an eye on his place,
and pick up his mail.
Isn't that weird?
It's about as weird
as a girl asking me
to do a sance
in her kitchen
to get rid of a ghost.
Whatever.
So is this all we need to do to
get rid of your little friend?
I think so.
(RING)
Hello?
Are there any ghosts
in here?
If you're here,
give us a sign.
Lift up Sarah's shirt.
You're ridiculous.
Wait for it.
And you're still clothed.
But, hey, problem solved.
Let's celebrate
with a little chapter seven.
Make physical contact...
(THWACK)
- Ow.
- What's wrong with you?
I don't like this hitting habit
you're picking up.
Well then, quit acting
like a tool all the time.
Touch.
Seriously though,
I can crash on the futon
if it'll make you feel better.
No, I'll be fine.
I mean...
I wanna know that he's
really gone, you know?
And if you're here, then
he probably won't show up.
Okay, so let me
get this straight.
I have to leave,
because if I stay here,
he definitely
won't show up?
Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)
Okay.
Did I mention I like your
paintings, by the way?
Thanks.
Hey, you know, I have an
art show next Friday.
You can come.
If you can act
like a normal human being.
Oh...
I don't know
if I can do that, but...
We'll see.
Okay.
Goodnight. Thank you
again, for all your help.
My crazy adventures.
Yeah, adventures.
That's putting it mildly.
(CHUCKLE)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(HAUNTING MELODY #)
(RISING MUSICAL TENSION #)
(PHONE RINGING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(BEEP)
Hello?
Hey!
You ready for Friday?
Sure.
I woke you up, didn't I?
It's okay, what's up?
I'm sending you a surprise. You
should be getting it this afternoon.
Now I'm a little worried.
- Don't be.
- What is it?
Let's just say it's something that's
gonna help me get your work sold.
Is it a dress?
Yes!
And it's damn sexy, too.
I need you to look
beautiful during the show.
And your wardrobe
is just way too conservative.
Is it?
Yes.
All right, I'll see you Friday.
Ciao!
Ciao.
(CALM MELODY #)
(LIGHT RING)
(RINGING)
(OMINOUS KEY CHANGE #)
(GHOSTLY WHOOSH)
Morning, Pookie.
Oh, God!
Oh my God.
Uh, hm.
Please don't take that...
Were you standing
outside my window earlier?
No...
Huh. That's weird.
I saw a shadow.
I thought maybe
it was Mr. Middlebrooks.
No, he's still out of town.
Maybe it was a cloud
or something.
Ooh, or maybe it was your
little ghost friend.
You know, ever since I got
that incense, and the candles,
I haven't had any issues
for a couple days now.
Not even a bad dream.
Awesome.
All right.
Well, I, uh,
I got some work to do.
Let me know
if you need anything.
- All right, thanks.
- See you later.
Bye.
(CALM MELODY #)
(MUSIC FADES)
(OMINOUS SOUND)
(HAUNTING MELODY #)
(DISSONANT CHORD #)
(ETHEREAL SOUNDS)
(FILAMENT BURNING OUT)
(EERIE MELODY #)
(MUSICAL HIT #)
(INTENSE BUBBLING)
(INHUMAN SCREECH)
(STRUGGLING)
(GASP)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
Hey, sorry to wake you.
(SARAH SIGHS DEEPLY) You must have
been having a hell of a dream there.
I could hear you all the
way up in my apartment.
Yeah.
Yeah, it was pretty rough.
Mm.
Thanks for your help.
Yeah, it was the least
I could do
after my behavior
the other day.
Look, I'm...
I'm really sorry.
I was in a weird place.
Got reminded of something
I thought was long behind me.
And I am so sorry
about that.
I mean, that was
a complete misunderstanding.
You know,
I think you should, uh,
probably get out of the sun.
Yeah, yeah. I should
probably head upstairs, huh?
Come on.
I'll walk up with you.
Oh, no.
That's not necessary.
I was heading back to my
apartment, if that's okay.
Oh, well...
Then, please.
By all means.
After you.
So did you ever find
your little friend?
What... oh.
That... yeah.
That was a weird situation.
Weird situation?
Kind of a long story.
But it's over,
and it's done,
and everything's fine now.
Well, did you ever
give him his toy back?
Can we change the subject,
please?
Hey, you're the one that came
knocking on my door, remember?
The reason why I'm interested is
because I deal with kids every day.
Oh, really?
What do you do?
I'm a teacher.
Oh.
I didn't know that about you.
What age?
Grade school kids that, uh...
...need a little extra help.
Really?
Like, handicapped?
No, no, no.
Uh, kids with emotional issues.
Most of them
have been abused, or
had some type of trauma
in their life.
Wow.
That's very admirable of you.
What got you in to that?
Well, I had some issues
when I was a child, but
fortunately I had somebody
to help me through it, so
this is kind of my way
of paying back.
It must be tough, huh?
Yeah. Sometimes, it
can be really tough.
But I love it.
And, I have a secret weapon.
Oh, yeah?
What's that?
- Journaling.
- Huh.
- You ever try it?
- No.
It can be very therapeutic.
I have all my kids do it.
In fact, I just about filled this thing
cover to cover on my last camping trip.
Oh, so you're skipping
school on 'em, huh?
(CHUCKLE)
No, summer vacation.
Oh, well that
explains a lot.
What do you mean?
I mean, I've just been seeing
you around here a lot, lately.
You know, it...
It would be nice
to be friends.
Well...
Thanks for
walking me back, Bruce.
Right.
If you need me,
you know where I am.
Okay.
See you soon.
Yeah.
(BELL RINGING LIGHTLY)
(RING-A-LING)
(OMINOUS AMBIENT SOUND)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(CHUCKLING SIGH)
Seriously?
(PHONE BEEPS)
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
You've got to be
kidding me.
Do you love it?
Well, it's beautiful,
but it's...
...not me, at all.
It's the you that's gonna sell
the hell out of those paintings
and show everyone
that ever doubted you
that they have no idea what the
heck they're talking about.
And by "they,"
I mean Trent.
Do you really think
he's gonna be there?
I think you already know
the answer to that.
Yeah, I know.
But I don't want him
to be there.
He's probably gonna bring
that new girlfriend of his, too.
Who cares?
You're gonna look hot,
and everyone's
gonna love your stuff.
Hey! That needs to
be higher than that.
Hey, hon, I gotta go,
all right?
Kisses.
I swear, I'm gonna kick your
ass if you break that thing.
(BEEP)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
You're not supposed
to be here.
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(LIGHT RINGING)
(DRUM HIT #)
(OMINOUS DISSONAN ARRANGEMENT #)
(RING-A-LING)
(DRUM HIT #)
(RING-A-LING)
(METALLIC CRUMPLING)
(EERIE WHOOSH)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
Leave me alone!
(CRACKING GLASS)
(SHATTERING)
(SCREAM)
Hey, Sarah.
Hey, hey, hey.
What's wrong?
He's back.
He came back again.
Where are you going?
- I'm getting out of here.
- Why?
Who would stay
in a haunted apartment?
Would you?
I'm coming with you.
(ENGINE CRANKING)
(MOTOR RUNNING)
I don't care.
Just get me out of here.
(EERIE MELODY #)
(WEARY SIGH)
(SQUEAKING MATTRESS)
Do you want to watch TV?
No.
You wanna raid
the mini fridge?
No.
Do you want to
read the Bible?
No.
I think I'm gonna
take a shower.
Alone.
(SCOFF)
What?
I didn't even
say anything.
Yeah, but you were
thinking that.
Maybe.
Um, I'm actually
pretty hungry, um...
Do you want anything?
Tacos.
Wow.
I have never in my life
heard a woman
make up her mind
about what
she wanted to eat
so quickly.
Do you have a comment
for everything?
Pff... um...
(SIGH)
Tacos it is.
(CALM DISHARMONY #)
(EERIE SOUND)
(DISSONANT ARRANGEMENT #)
(RUNNING WATER)
(SINISTER SOUND)
(DOOR CLACKING)
(SCREAMS)
What do you want?!
Why did you
follow me here?!
(CRACKING GLASS)
(LOUD THUD)
(SCREAM)
(SARAH'S SCREAM)
Sarah?
Sarah?!
- I almost got it.
- Ow, ow...
Why don't we just take you
to the hospital?
No.
I'm fine.
I mean...
(PAINED EXHALE)
What would I say
when I get there?
That a ghost
is trying to kill me?
Well, "I fell in the shower"
would probably be a lot easier.
Aah!
You know what sucks?
You mean besides having shards
of glass stuck in your skin?
- Yeah.
- How did you get one under here?
Oh.
If he was only
haunting the apartment,
why would he
have followed me here?
Does that mean
he's after me?
What did I do?
Maybe he's just a jerk.
(GASP)
I might have to go back to
that psychic in the morning,
before my show.
Yeah, it's probably
a good idea.
You should
totally get a refund
for your dumb
ghost kit.
(PAINED YELP)
- Ow!
- Oh, ho!
Look at the size
of that one.
I think
that's the last one.
Thanks.
For everything.
You're welcome.
You are going to
the other bed, right?
Absolutely.
Let me just see here,
this...
Now this here, I'm...
I'm tempted
to call it a rock.
It's not.
Umm...
(CHIMES)
One thing's for sure.
They do give off an energy.
If you just want to put...
Don't touch it.
You sold her
a crappy ghost kit,
made in China,
and guess what?
We're here for a refund.
I, uh...
Yes, I see.
Um...
Will you excuse me
for a moment?
Follow me.
You'll need to pay for that.
Would you like some tea,
young man?
No way.
So...
It attacked you
outside of your home?
It was getting
so bad there
that we had to go
to a hotel, and
he must have
followed us there.
And, it's a little child,
you say?
Mm-hmm.
Yes, yes...
I think your ghost issue
really is a ghost issue.
Wow.
Really?
(CHUCKLING)
Wow.
Why don't you do us all a
favor, and have some tea?
It'll calm you down.
Now, originally I thought
it was an apparition,
but they tend to stay
in one place.
If it follow you around, then I
think your problem is a ghost.
And it's following you
because you're his connection.
A connection?
A connection to what?
Well, he needs your help to
cross over to the other side.
Why?
I'm not really sure.
Do you remember if he
had any wounds, at all?
Sometimes.
Yeah...
Yeah, well, maybe
he's been murdered,
and he needs to bring
his killer to justice.
Yeah, but why
mess with her?
Why wouldn't he just
screw with the killer?
Well, if you're afraid
of something in this world,
then you'll be afraid of it
in the next.
So you think
that's what it is?
You think I need
to find his killer?
I, I don't know, but...
If you don't do it soon,
then, you know,
he's just gonna get
more frustrating.
He almost killed her.
How much more frustrated
could he get?
A lot more.
Sarah, the next time
you see him,
you must communicate
with him.
You must ask him
what he wants.
So what do I do?
I see this ghost,
and I just go ask him?
Yes.
It's the only way
he'll find peace,
and be able to cross over
to the other side.
Thank you.
(PATRONS CHATTING)
(DINGING)
Everyone.
(DINGING CONTINUES)
welcome to the Raimi Gallery
"Women in Art" showcase.
(APPLAUSE) (IN UNISON)
Whoo!
I am very proud that our featured
artist is here with us tonight.
When I first started
my career in art,
I was fortunate to meet this
very talented artist.
Her works are like
a breath of fresh air
amongst the stench
of the garbage
people pass off as art.
And I've seen
a lot of garbage.
But I digress...
It is my pleasure
to present to you,
for the first time
in seven years,
the very talented
and amazing,
Miss Sarah Campbell.
(APPLAUSE)
(CHEERS)
(BREAKING GLASS)
My bad, my bad.
That was me.
Sorry.
Thank you all
for coming out tonight,
I am very excited
about this collection,
and I'm thrilled
to be sharing it with you,
so please
enjoy yourselves.
(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)
Wow.
You look amazing.
You always... You always look good, but...
you look...
...really amazing.
She better look good.
I got her that dress.
And cheers to both of you
for showing up on time.
Cheers to that.
So, um, "A breath of fresh
air amongst the garbage."
- Really?
- Ya like that?
Well, it was a little much
but, uh...
Um,
so how's the show going?
Phenomenal. You should
be proud of yourself.
I am.
It seems like everyone's
enjoying themselves.
Somebody spilled the
paint can on that one.
(CHUCKLE)
Be nice.
Everybody except that douche over there.
(CHUCKLE)
Where?
- Oh, my God.
- What?
- Oh...
- It's Trent.
- Who's Trent?
- The ex.
You know,
he looks like a Trent.
- Is that the..
- Yeah, the 19 year old girl he knocked up?
Mm-hmm.
She is hot.
(ANNOYED SIGH)
(THWAP)
Ow.
I can't talk to him.
What am I gonna do?
I'm gonna be sick.
All right.
Bathroom, stat.
Hold the fort down,
Casanova.
O- o-okay.
Do you want me to come
in and help you out?
I'm just gonna
compose myself a little bit.
All right. I'll be out
here if you need me.
(DOOR CLICKS)
(OMINOUS AMBIENT SOUNDS)
(SARAH KNOCKING)
Vicki?!
Ah, man!
(HAUNTING MUSIC #)
(CRACKING SOUNDS)
(RUNNING WATER)
(SHRIEK)
What do you want?!
(TINKLING GLASS)
I want you to help me.
Will you help me?
Yes.
(ELECTRIC FLICKER)
You okay now?
Great.
Um, I need a drink.
Okay.
(SATISFIED SIGH)
(SATISFIED SIGH)
You thirsty?
Sarah!
How are you?
I thought I saw you here.
Why wouldn't she be here?
It's her show, asshole.
(CHUCKLING)
Ah, Vicki.
Oh, it's so sweet
to see you, always.
This is Ashley.
Hi.
(GIGGLE)
Cheers to the new show, Sarah.
It's really neat.
That's a lovely ring
you have on, by the way.
I probably should have mentioned
that when we walked in earlier.
- Trent proposed on our year anniversary.
- Baby...
Wow.
We haven't been apart
for four months.
Geez, man. You didn't even
let the body get cold, huh?
(CHUCKLING) Watch it, sport.
Stay out of it.
You okay, baby?
Mm-hmm.
Oh, pardon me,
I'm going to go
to the potty.
Okay.
It was nice meeting you.
Oh, God bless her.
Sarah, I can explain.
You're unbelievable, Trent.
Don't make a scene, please.
All I did was
I came out here
to show my support
for your work.
You can leave now, please.
You know, I can, but
I just was dying to see
what you told me
I kept you from.
But it looks like I did the
world a favor for seven years.
You were with this
douchebag for seven years?
You know what,
the two of you,
all you're doing is
embarrassing yourselves now.
(CHUCKLE)
And you know what?
You know what?
Ladies and gentlemen.
I'd like to take a moment
and congratulate
Sarah the psycho,
and her bitter entourage.
(LOUD CRASH)
(MANY GASPS, YELLS)
I'm good.
I'm good, just a...
Just let me get my feet...
I'm all right.
Is... is that...
...my-my blood?
(THUD)
(GHOSTLY WHOOSH)
(HAUNTING ARRANGEMENT #)
Hey.
You've been really quiet.
Do you think
you're gonna be all right?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
I think I'm still
kind of in shock.
Yeah, I mean, I think we're
all in a little bit of shock.
I can't help but think that
what happened to Trent...
...that it was my fault.
No.
You can't blame yourself,
all right?
I mean, it was a freak
accident, all right?
I don't think it was
an accident.
Right after that thing
fell on Trent,
um, I looked up
and I saw...
...him.
What, you mean like,
"little friend" him?
- Mm-hmm.
- Really?
What, you think
he was aiming for you?
No.
I think he was trying
to help me.
Why would he go from hurting
you to helping you?
After our little run-in
in the bathroom,
he told me that
he needed my help.
And then
he grabbed my hand,
and his hand was...
...was like ice.
It was ice cold.
- And I just...
- Okay, what...
...what did
he need help doing?
He needs me to find
his killer,
and find his body.
How?
I don't know.
Look, I'm really tired.
I probably should just
go to bed.
Yeah, I hear ya.
Hanging out with you
has been exhausting.
(LAUGHTER)
Um...
Thanks for everything tonight.
Thanks for letting me
wear your jacket home.
No problem.
You think it's gonna be
safe in there?
Yeah.
I'll be fine.
You think it's safer
with me next to you?
(LAUGHTER)
No.
I'll be fine.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
(GENTLE MELODY #)
(MUSIC FADES)
(DEEP EXHALE)
(TENSE ARRANGEMENT #)
(DRUM HIT #)
(SHRIEK)
(SCREAMING)
(HEAVY EXHALE)
(FOOTSTEPS)
Look, I...
I want to help you.
I just...
I need you to help me. I need you
to give me a hint, or something.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC #)
That's it?
That's your big clue?
Bruce taking the garbage out?
Look, if you're not gonna
say anything,
then I'm just gonna sit here...
(YAWN)
...and wait until
maybe you can do
something more than
stare at me all night.
A little help would be nice
right about now.
You're still here.
Well, you could have made
me breakfast, or something.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
- Hey.
- Hey! How's it going?
Good, good.
I was, uh...
...grabbing a coffee,
and I got you one, too.
And a muffin.
Oh, well, thank...
- Oh, geez.
- Oh!
Sorry about that, I guess
these things are unstable.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC #)
Wow... are those
your paintings?
Yeah, um, I gotta go.
Something just came up.
Wait, what about
the coffee and the muffin?
I'm on a diet.
(DOOR LOCKING)
(EERIE MUSIC #)
Seriously?
You think Mr. Middlebrooks
killed the kid?
Yes.
Why?
Well, I keep having
these dreams at night,
and this kid gets beaten
to death by this thing
and then he gets buried
in a shallow grave.
Well,
I saw Bruce this morning,
and his belt buckle
looked just like this thing.
I've been painting pictures of
Bruce's belt buckle the whole time.
Weird.
Weird?
What else
do you want me to say?
Creepy? Scary?
I think
you're on to something?
All right.
Jeepers, Sarah!
That sure is creepy
and scary.
You might be
on to something.
Maybe Mr. Middlebrooks
did kill that little kid
with his flea market
belt buckle.
You are so difficult.
(SCOFFS) What other
evidence do you have,
besides your dreams
and the testimony
of some little ghost kid
that only talks to you?
I don't know.
But there...
...there has to be
something.
The dumpster.
What about the dumpster?
I saw him carrying a big bag
out there this morning.
So?
So, what if
there's a body in it?
Look, you can't just
jump to conclusions, okay?
I'm sure there's a logical
explanation for all of it.
I don't know, like a guy
taking out his trash?
Can we at least check?
Look, I know
I've set this standard
of doing crazy stuff for you,
but there is no way
I'm going in a dumpster.
(SCOFFS)
Gross.
How the hell do I get
myself in these situations?
Come on!
Don't give up.
Ugh.
No, no. It wasn't a white bag.
It was a black bag.
That's it.
That's it!
- Oh, it better be.
- That's definitely it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I just thought
of something.
What if you're right?
Because if you are, I'm about to
open a bag with a dead body in it.
Do you realize
that's gonna scar me for life?
You're right.
- Forget about it.
- Ah, you're killing me!
I'll make it up to you,
I promise.
Fine!
I can't believe
I'm doing this.
(THUD)
Seriously?
The head, Mr. Snyder?
Well, you shouldn't be digging
through the garbage, you turd!
He's right.
I am a turd.
Please don't
be a dead body.
Please don't
be a dead body!
(RUSTLING)
(TOMMY YELLS)
(SARAH SCREAMS)
- What is it?!
- Oh my God!
What is it?
What, what, what?
- It's terrible!
- What is it?!
This shirt!
(LAUGHING) Who would own
something like this?
(LAUGHTER)
That's it?
Oh my God, Sarah.
You're right.
Mr. Middlebrooks is guilty.
...of wearing polyester!
We should call the police
right now.
(LAUGHTER)
You're such a jerk.
- Oh, I'm a what?
- You heard me.
How am I a jerk?
'Cause you are!
I just dug through people's
nasty garbage for you.
Through people's gross,
disgusting filth,
Because a ghost, conveniently,
only you can see,
told you there was
something in there.
And now you're calling me
a jerk?
You know what?
I'm done.
So now
you don't believe me?
Well, thanks for nothing!
I have done nothing but help
you since you moved in here.
And what
do I get out of it?
You shoot me in the face
with pepper spray.
You kill my fish.
You use me as a taxi,
a bodyguard,
and a device to make
your ex-husband jealous.
All the while
you have told me this story
that has given me
nightmares for weeks.
Let's face it, Sarah.
My life has sucked
since you moved in.
(DERISIVE LAUGHTER)
So that's how it is, huh?
Well I thought you
were different.
If by "different"
you mean a nice guy
that's trying
to help out his friend
instead of
an abusive douchebag,
then yes.
I'm very different.
All you've been wanting to do is get
in my pants since I've been here.
Don't flatter yourself, Missy.
There is nothing in those pants
worth all this heartache.
Oh, well screw you!
I'll find somebody else
to help me.
You should go back to
your kooky psychic friend.
Well, maybe I will!
Good, and you can drink some
more of his crappy tea.
And spend another
hundred dollars
on his crappier
ghost crap.
I'm done!
I already said it was done.
- Fine!
- Fine!
Perfect.
Hey, Tommy.
Hey, Mr. Middlebrooks.
Your girlfriend around?
I don't have a girlfriend.
Cut the crap.
Is Sarah home or not?
No.
You smell awful.
It's a long story.
Oh yeah?
Does that story involve you
digging through the garbage?
Why would I be
going through the garbage?
I don't know.
Why would you?
You find
anything interesting?
Look, I know what this
looks like, all right?
I'm sorry.
I don't know what you and your
little chicky are up to...
...but it better end
right now.
I don't like people
going in to my business.
You understand, Tommy?
Yes, sir.
Yeah.
(SIGH)
(TENSE ARRANGEMENT #)
(BARELY AUDIBLE)
No way.
(PHONE RINGING)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
Hey, you've reached
Sarah's voicemail.
Sorry I can't
get to the phone,
but please
leave a message
and I'll be sure
to call you back.
Thanks!
(BEEP)
(COUGHING)
Hey, Sarah.
Sarah, it's me, Tommy. Uh, sorry.
Choking on my soda.
Um, listen...
I just wanted to call
and say I'm sorry first,
uh, you know, between the
heat and the garbage,
I wasn't in the best
of moods, all right?
I'm just sorry
for losing my junk.
But, anyhow, you're not
gonna believe this.
I just had a run in with our
friend, Mr. Middlebrooks,
and then he went back
to the dumpster,
and pulled out a completely
different bag, so...
I hate to admit it,
but you could be right.
Um...
Yeah,
I'm kinda freaking out.
Hey, he just left his
apartment, all right, so...
I'm gonna go in and just see
if I can find something.
Wish me luck, all right?
Call me back.
Write much,
Mr. Middlebrooks?
(PHONE DIALING)
(PHONE BUZZING)
(PHONE BUZZING)
(BEEP)
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm on my way.
We gotta make a stop first.
(BEEP)
(DOOR CLICKING)
(RELIEVED SIGH)
You're back again.
Yeah.
What is it this time?
Well, the ghost told me that he needed
my help, just like you had said.
And, what was it
that he wanted?
Well he said that...
...that I needed
to find his body,
and that I needed
to find his killer,
but that's all he says.
I mean...
...the rest have been
just mixed up messages,
and my dreams.
I have a book here on interpreting dreams.
It's on special...
No.
No, I don't need a book.
Listen, I need to help him,
right now,
and you seem to be the
only one that can help me.
Uh, um...
I could do a reading.
It's normally $100, but...
For you,
I'll do it for 75.
A reading?
I'm sorry, but sitting in some
weird room getting my palm read?
It just seems so clich.
It's not your palm.
It's tarot cards.
They may help you a lot, they
may help you a little, but...
to what the cards
choose to tell you.
Look, all I know is that
this kid needs my help.
I mean,
he's gonna continue
to live in torture
until I can help him.
I understand, but,
you know,
usually people, they, they
get the kit that I sold you
or I do a reading for them
and that's where it ends.
Otherwise, I just think we're
wasting each other's time.
Ah, come in. I'll be
with you in a moment.
I think a reading will really help you.
Think about it.
Hello, sir.
One usually burns incense for various,
different reasons. We have, uh...
...some lavender here,
and some sage.
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
Things just got
a lot more complicated.
Complicated?
What are you talking about?
Crap! I have to go back
in to his apartment.
(SARAH)
Wait, you're in his apartment?
(TOMMY SCREAMS)
(TOMMY GROANS)
Tommy?
Tommy?
Crap.
(COUGHING)
I need a doctor.
(GROANING)
Oh, sh...
(CRACK)
I didn't know him
that well.
He was around a lot.
Especially with his girl.
This girl.
Tommy.
Tommy!
No, no.
Sarah, no.
Sarah, he's gone.
- No, please...
- It was an accident.
He fell off the edge
and the railing hit him.
It crushed him.
He was such
a sweet, sweet kid.
Sarah.
(GASP)
- Ma'am, you can't do that.
(DEEP SOB)
You and I both know
what happened to Tommy
wasn't an accident.
If you're not careful...
...the same thing's
gonna happen to you.
Are you threatening me?
No, no no no.
I'm warning you.
(SUDDEN EXHALE)
Get your hands off of me.
You murderer!
Sarah, it's me, Tommy.
Uh, listen,
I just wanted to call
and say I'm sorry, first.
Uh, you know, between the
heat and the garbage,
and I wasn't in the best
of moods, all right?
I'm just sorry
for losing my junk.
Anyhow, you're not
gonna believe this.
I just had a little run-in with
our friend, Mr. Middlebrooks,
and then he went
back to the dumpster,
and pulled out
a completely different bag.
So, hate to admit it,
but you could be right.
I'm gonna go in and just see
if I can find something.
Wish me luck, all right?
Call me back.
(SOMBER MELODY #)
(OMINOUS WHOOSH)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(GASP)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GASP)
Dammit, dammit, dammit!
What do you want?!
Tommy is dead because he
was trying to help you!
Say something!
(DRAMATIC ARRANGEMENT #)
(GLASS BREAKS)
You want to break things?
Fine, let's break things.
(THUD)
(FRUSTRATED VOCALIZATION)
(HEAVY EXHALE)
I don't know what to do.
(GHOSTLY WHOOSH)
These?
I already checked
the paintings.
I didn't find anything.
The art gallery?
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(CLICK)
Thanks.
(RUNNING WATER)
I don't get it.
I mean, I-I...
I've looked at all these.
I get nothing.
Tommy died
trying to help you.
Can you
help me out here?
What are you
trying to tell me?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC #)
(WHOOSHING)
(GHOSTLY WHOOSH)
I know what this is.
(OMINOUS WHOOSH)
(TENSE ARRANGEMENT #)
(HAUNTING MELODY #)
(CLOCK TICKING)
(TICKING)
(TICKING)
(YELLING)
Stop screaming.
Get your hands
off of me!
Calm down, Sarah.
Why are you in here?
You know why I'm in here,
you murderer!
Murderer?
What...?
You think...?
I can explain...
No, no, no, no, no,
Sarah.
Now you play nice!
Now you be a good girl,
because we don't want
to play with sharp things,
do we?
(STRUGGLING)
We need to talk!
Now that was an accident, Sarah.
I'm sorry.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
Now listen...
I'm a good person.
No, you're not.
You killed Tommy!
Is that what you think?
You think that I...
...killed Tommy?
I had nothing to do
with that.
No, no, no, no, no, Sarah.
Now we're done
playing the box cutter game.
We're not gonna play
like that anymore, are we?
(CLINK)
You murderer!
Don't say that, Sarah.
Murderer!
Stop throwing things!
Murderer!
I said
not to throw things at me.
You understand me?
Now you're gonna listen,
and be a good girl!
Or el... (THUD) (PAINED YELL)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(GROAN)
That hurt, Sarah.
That hurt my head.
And it hurt my feelings.
So...
...I think
you need to be punished.
God...has blessed us with...
...infinite choice.
But sometimes...
...his lambs...
...stray...the...course.
Hm.
I like that.
You know, Sarah, I'm so
sorry for hitting you.
And for tying you up.
But you were behaving
very poorly.
I mean, even my students know better
than to throw things in the classroom.
And hammers...
Hammers are for
hitting nails...
...not people's heads.
You're gonna kill me now?
Well...
That is option A.
I mean, I could kill you, and
cut you up in to little pieces,
and bury you
right on the property.
No one
would know the better.
Not even the cops
would know.
After all,
no one really cares.
Do they, Sarah?
Terrible and horrible things
happen in the world every day.
And people act
as if they're helpless.
It's sad.
I, myself, am not going
to act helpless, Sarah.
So...
There's option A.
Or there's option B.
Which is for you
to tell me
everything that you know
and then we can just
walk right out of here.
Who knows? We could maybe
even be friends again.
After all,
we are neighbors, Sarah.
So...
What's it going to be?
Is it going to be option B?
Or option A?
How about option C?
(SPUTTERING SPRITZ)
(STRUGGLING)
Wow.
You really are having a bad
day, aren't you Sarah?
(GRUNT)
(PAINED GROAN)
(STRUGGLING)
So...
I guess
it's gonna be option A!
You...
I got rid of you
long ago.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
Was he the one
that told you to come here?
Of course he was.
Why did you tell her
to come here?
What did you tell her?!
I know what this is.
(CHUCKLING)
I know what this is.
Well you're not gonna get
away with it this time.
See, it's all starting
to make sense to me now.
And I'm gonna
put an end to it.
I'm gonna break this circle
once and for all, right now!
(CRASHING GLASS)
You're supposed to help
your kids, not hurt them!
(THWACK)
(GROAN)
(CRASH)
(PAINED GROANS)
(CLATTERING ART SUPPLIES)
(COUGH)
Sa-Sarah...
I thought killing Niki
was the right thing to do.
(SPUTTERING COUGH)
(HAUNTING MELODY #)
(LIGHT SOBBING)
(ETHEREAL RINGING)
Thank you.
(HEAVY EXHALE)
You're welcome, Niki.
That is your name, right?
(NIKI GIGGLES)
(RELIEVED EXHALE)
Thanks for playing with me.
I'm gonna miss you
when you're gone.
(GHOSTLY WHOOSH)
So you sold all of them?
So who knew that being a victim slash
hero would be so good for business?
I should have thought
of that ages ago.
Yeah, right.
So how's the new stuff coming?
It looks good. It's a whole lot
different than the last batch.
Well this time,
just be careful
where you get
your inspiration from.
Gotcha.
Do you believe they're still
checking that place behind my house?
- Still?
- Yup.
(KNOCKING)
Oh, hey, there's somebody at the door.
I gotta go, okay?
All right. Well, congrats again.
Bye.
Bye.
All right. Well that should
be everything you need.
Okay, thank you.
Oh, by the way,
you were right.
There's a body back there.
There was? Well, were you
able to identify it?
Yeah, it was the body
of a Niki Davis.
Niki Davis?
Did you know
who he was?
Niki Davis was a she.
She lived in your apartment
before you moved in.
Wait, Niki was...
Niki was a woman?
Went missing
about six months ago.
According to
Middlebrooks' diary,
he murdered her, and he
buried her back there.
Why would he do that?
He was seeing some little
boy's ghost, and uh...
...he thought that she
murdered the little boy,
and now he was avenging
his death.
Well, did she
kill a little boy?
We don't have any cases
of a missing boy.
But, this town
is so full of
missing people
and unexplained deaths,
we cannot keep up.
At least this case
is closed.
I thought
you should know.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Have a great day.
Hey, neighbor.
Hey.
You all right?
Yeah.
- You settling in okay?
- Mm-hmm.
So you don't need any help
with any more boxes?
No, perfect timing,
'cause it's the last box.
I'm good at that.
Ah, actually, though...
If you're offering help,
do you know anything
about this?
Where did you get that?
It was next to my car.
I thought
maybe you'd know
if it belonged to some kid
that lived around here.
No.
No? It's creepy, huh? Waahh!
I've gotta go.
You're leaving?
Okay. Bye.
(OMINOUS ARRANGEMENT #)
(CALM MELODY #)
(CALM MUSIC #)
(MORGAN STEVENS) "Rebuilding
Your Self Worth"
Chapter Six.
This chapter's motto is:
The road to recovery
is reached by
inhaling the positive,
and exhaling
the negative.
Inhaling the positive,
and exhaling
the negative.
Now please
repeat the motto.
The road to recovery
is reached by
inhaling the positive
and exhaling the negative.
Very good.
Now take a deep breath
and visualize the air
filling your lungs.
You're taking in positive...
(PHONE RINGS)
...energy from the universe.
(PHONE RINGING)#
Nope.
Nope.
Not gonna do it.
(PHONE BEEPS)
Not gonna ruin my day.
Very good.
Now, exhale.
Visualize your breath
as all the negative energy in your life.
(PHONE BUZZES)
(SIGHS)
(LOUD SIGH)
Let's see what Prince Charming
has to say.
(BEEP)
Hey, Sarah, it's Trent.
- I got that.
- Um, I noticed...
...you didn't
say goodbye to me
at the end of the trial.
- Why would I, really?
- And your supposed...
...divorce attorney...
...wouldn't tell me
where you were movin'.
Uh, I really don't care.
I just want to know
where to send your junk.
Good. That's good.
Ashley wants to...
...you know,
redecorate our bedroom.
(SCOFFS)
Oh, I bet she does, huh?
Anyway, good luck.
And, uh, arrivederci.
(SCOFFS)
Arrivaderci.
(PHONE BEEPS)
Great.
Great.
She's redecorating
my bedroom.
What is she, 15?
She doesn't know
how to decorate.
She's gonna use
princess sheets,
or something like...
Princess.
(GROAN)
(CALM MUSIC #)
All right.
Home, sweet home.
(DRAMATIC, OMINOUS MUSIC #)
(SARAH SCREAMS)
(SCREECHING TIRES)
(THUMP)
Oh my God.
Oh my God,
was that a kid?
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no.
Please be okay.
(UNDER HER BREATH)
Please be okay.
Little boy?
I'm so sor...
(MYSTERIOUS MELODY #)
(SIGH)
It's okay.
I didn't him him.
I'm fine.
(SHARP CRASH #)
(LOUD GASP)
Oh!
Sorry, dear.
Didn't mean to scare you.
- Are you Ms. Campbell?
- Yeah, um, sorry.
Sarah.
You must be Mrs. Parks.
In the flesh.
It's a pleasure
to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Are you okay? You look
like you've seen a ghost.
Do I?
Um, well,
I almost hit this kid
coming in,
and, well...
That wouldn't be the best way
to make friends around here.
Well, the good news is,
there aren't any kids
living in the complex.
One of the perks
of renting here, if you ask me.
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
What the hell was that?
Some weird toy
that little boy dropped.
I'd like to
return it to him.
Do you know if there's any kids
visiting the complex?
A grandson
or a nephew?
Not that I know of.
Mrs. Stubbs would know.
She's the nosy one.
Now how about
I show you the apartment?
Sounds good.
This is the living room,
new coat of paint.
Almost new tiles.
That's the kitchen.
Obviously.
This is the bedroom.
New coat of paint
on the walls.
Carpet's been
steam cleaned.
They do a nice job.
They really do.
Oh, yes.
Nice view.
- Yeah, let's see the rest of the place.
- Yeah, that's nice...
There's the bathroom
right there.
- That should do it.
- Ah.
And here's your copy
of the lease.
- Okay, thank you.
- And it's official.
You are now
an independent woman.
- Good luck.
- Thank you.
My nephew Tommy
is gonna come up here
to help you move in.
I'm warning you now, though.
He's one
gigantic hormone.
Call me if you have any problems
he can't handle.
My number's on the lease.
Goodbye.
Bye, thanks.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(BEEP)
Hey, Vicki.
Perfect timing.
Hey, you there yet?
Yep, I just signed
the lease.
So, how is it?
Well...
It's all right.
Well I was kind of hoping
for more color and less dirt,
but hey,
you get what you pay for, right?
I told you to push...
I know. Push for more
money in the divorce.
- I know, I know.
- I'm just saying.
I know it.
I'm just saying you were right.
I was just over it.
Yeah, I know.
I know you're
going through a rough time.
Are you gonna be okay?
Yeah, yeah.
I'll be fine.
It's just kinda been
a bit of a stressful day.
Typical me,
the first thing I do
is almost run over some kid
when I get here.
- Is he okay?
- Yeah, I mean, I think he's fine.
Honestly, I don't know.
He ran off
before I could check on him.
Can you blame him?
I mean, some psycho lady
is trying to run him over
with her car.
I know, so if you don't
hear from me in a few days,
it means
I'm probably in jail
for smushing some...
...kid.
Hey, I gotta go.
I have a lot
I have to get done
before it gets dark out.
Okay. I know you're going
through a really rough time,
but, um, I'm really excited
you're painting again.
Look, I gotta go.
I'll call you later, okay?
- Bye.
- All right, bye.
(PHONE BEEPS)
What the hell?
(HAUNTING MELODY #)
(SOUND OF GENTLE WIND)
(THUD)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
Hello?
Hello?
Is somebody here?
I have pepper spray.
And I am not afraid
to use it.
Hi. (SARAH SCREAMS)
(SPRAYING SOUND)
(SCREAMING)
Oh!
Ow!
Why would you do that,
lady?!
(GROANING)
Who are you?
Tommy.
My aunt sent me up here.
- Who?
- My aunt told me to help you move in.
Who's your aunt?
- Mrs. Parks!
- Oh, crap. Your aunt's Mrs. Parks?
- Yes!
- Okay, let me help you.
Let's get some water.
Don't...
Don't touch me!
I need milk!
Milk, milk...
Why milk?
It's oil based.
Water will just make it spread.
- I saw it on TV.
- Okay, I just moved in, so I don't have milk.
- We need a plan B.
- Of course you don't.
- Oooh, my God.
- What else can I do for you?
Oh, just give me something
to rub my eyes with.
I don't care.
Here, this should work.
(TOMMY GROANS)
Here you go.
(COUGHING)
Better?
No, not really. But yeah, no.
It kinda helps.
- What are you doing?
- I'm fast-blinking.
It's supposed to
make you tear up.
Look, I am really sorry
about that,
but you
scared the crap out of me.
The whole
"scaring tenants" thing.
Not the "pepper spray" thing.
That...
That is a new one.
Well...
I'm Sarah Campbell.
Tommy.
Kinda nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
(COUGHING)
(SIGHS)
Hey, I can
almost see you.
Ooh.
Hey, you're kinda hot.
Thank you?
(LAUGHTER)
Is this the part
where you offer to kiss my eyes
and make 'em feel better?
- What?
- Nothing.
Umm...
She said that you need some
help moving some stuff in.
Yeah, yeah.
I have a trailer downstairs.
All right.
Let's get you moved in, then.
- You gonna be okay?
- Yeah! Let's go!
- All right...
- Let's go, let's do this!
(TOMMY GROANS)
"Rebuilding Your Self Worth"
with Morgan Stevens?
I've seen this guy on TV.
He's a tool.
No, he's not.
I like him.
Just because you like him
doesn't mean he's not a tool.
Well, he helps me
pass the time away when I drive.
You listen to him
in the car?
It was a long drive.
So the whole
"not recommended to practice
while driving" label
didn't deter you, huh?
It doesn't say that.
Oh.
It does say that.
Why would it say that?
Oops.
So, you're, um...
You're having
some self esteem issues, huh?
Ah, well, yeah.
I guess.
Let's just say
that my ex-husband
was really good at making me
feel completely worthless.
'Cause he's a tool, too.
No, no, no.
I refer to guys like that
as "douches."
Oh, yeah?
What's the difference?
Well, a tool is a guy
who isn't all that bad,
but he's just maybe
a little too loud and obnoxious.
- Ah, like you.
- No.
I'm charming. Whereas tools
are not charming at all.
They're like...
What's it like
being in my presence,
'cause I'm so cool?
(KISS SOUND)
Yeah, that's definitely
not you.
So what's a douche?
Well, a douche
is more like a guy
Get in the kitchen,
where you belong!
Yep, yep.
That sums up my ex-husband.
So what would you call the 19
year old girl he got pregnant?
I guess that would depend
on how hot she is.
Oh, geez.
But...
(RASPBERRY NOISE)
There is no way
she is as hot as you.
Yeah, nice save.
Quit staring
at my butt.
It's not like
I can see anything, anyway.
My eyes are still adjusting
from the pepper spray.
What if there's
long term damage?
I could have glaucoma.
That's everything, right?
Yeah, that should do it.
Ah, thank you so much
for your help.
- What do I owe you?
- Ah, you're crazy. I don't want your money.
No, no.
I have to give you something.
All right.
I'll take a kiss.
(CHUCKLES)
No.
How about a hug?
Really? A hug?
Chapter seven says
reach out and touch someone.
Okay...
Come on.
There you go.
Nice little hug.
It's not so bad.
Well, thanks again.
Yeah, it was my pleasure.
You need anything else
before I go?
A massage, perhaps?
(SCOFFS)
Uh, no.
I'm gonna hop in the shower,
and go to bed.
It's been a really long day.
All right.
Well...
If you do get scared
being here alone, I'd be...
...more than happy
to keep you company.
Especially in the shower.
It saves water.
I'll be fine.
Okay.
Well...
Good night.
See ya.
Goodbye.
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(OMINOUS AMBIENT SOUND)
(CALM MELODY #)
(DRAMATIC HIT #)
(GLASSY TINK)
(PAINED EXHALE)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(CALM MELODY #)
(HEAVY EXHALE)
(HEART BEATING)
(TENSE STRINGS #)
(DULL THUD)
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(GROAN)
(OMINOUS AMBIENT SOUND)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
Okay, it's time
to get rid of you.
Hello?
Hi, I'm, um,
Sarah Campbell, I...
Let me, let me guess...
You're, uh...
You're selling
magazine subscriptions.
- No.
- Oh, okay, okay.
Um...
You're a little too old to be
selling Girl Scout cookies...
...no offense.
Um...
I'm your new neighbor.
I just moved in
to apartment 4, next door.
Ah.
So you're the one making all
that ruckus over there, huh?
(CHUCKLES)
I'm just kidding.
Bruce Middlebrooks,
how are ya?
Nice to meet you.
So Parks finally
rented out that unit, huh?
I mean that girl
skipped town some time ago.
She was kind of a...
...weirdo/troublemaker,
you know?
You're not
a weirdo/troublemaker, are you?
Me?
No.
I actually kind of consider
myself a pretty boring person.
Well,
don't know about boring, but...
I can definitely see
the pretty part.
Well, I appreciate that.
So, you're not here
to sell Girl Scout cookies,
what can I do you for?
Um, I was wondering
if you had any kids visiting.
That's a strange question.
Uh...
No. No kids visiting. Why?
Well, this is
kind of embarrassing,
but I almost
ran over a kid the other day
and so he dropped this...
(OMINOUS AMBIENT SOUND)
...and I was wanting to
return it to him...
- ...apologize.
- Where did you get that?
Well, I mean, he had it in his
hand before he dropped it,
so I found it
under my car.
Did you get a good look at him?
I mean, uh...
Yeah, pretty good.
Wh-What'd he look like?
- Sandy hair?
- Yeah.
About uh...
Five, six years old?
Yeah.
Do you know him?
(LIGHT COUGH)
Anything else about him
stand out to you?
His stare.
I can't get it
out of my head.
I mean, I don't know,
maybe he was scared.
But he had this, like...
...blank loneliness,
that he needed something.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Yeah, uh, uh... look,
I'm sorry, you got me
at a really bad time.
I'm right in the middle of
something, I-I-I gotta run, but...
Welcome to
the neighborhood, really.
Thanks, uh, thanks
for stopping by.
I'll see you soon.
Yeah... yeah.
It was nice
to meet you, too.
(CALM MELODY #)
- Here, let me help you with those.
- Oh!
- You must be Mrs. Stubbs.
- Yes, how did you know?
Well, Mrs. Parks told me
to look out for you.
I'm Sarah Campbell.
I just moved in.
- Oh.
- Um...
...Mrs. Parks said you might
know if there's any kids
visiting the complex, I wanted
to return this toy to them.
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
What are you doing?
Give those back to me.
I was just trying to help.
I didn't ask for any help,
did I?
Next time,
mind your own business!
Helping people
only leads to misery.
Well, I don't think so.
I don't care what you think.
What's up, Sarah?
I was just, uh...
...doin' a little Wii Fit.
Do, uh...
Do you want to join me?
Aah, I'm sorry.
What did I do?
What did I do?
Why is everyone here
so unfriendly?
That seems to be a pretty good icebreaker.
Look what it did for us.
(CHUCKLES)
Look, don't sweat
Ms. Stubbs, all right?
She's been a crazy old
bitch since the '20s.
Who else
was mean to you?
I will punch them
right in the mouth.
That guy up in five.
Mr. Middlebrooks?
Except for him.
I'm pretty sure
he's like ex-CIA or something.
Really?
Yeah, that,
or a serial killer.
He was such a nice,
quiet young man,
I never thought
he would do such a thing.
(LAUGHTER)
Isn't it ridiculous
when people say that?
"Yes, I said he was crazy all along,
and nobody would listen to me."
(LAUGHTER)
Seriously,
what the hell did you do?
I knew you were a little bit
nutty, but are you punching walls?
No, I broke my bathroom
mirror with my hand.
What?
You know that's like seven years
of my aunt hating you, right?
She's gonna be pissed.
Really?
I mean, I'll pay to fix it.
No, I'll take care of it.
Thanks.
Yep.
That's what I do.
Besides, any excuse to hang
out with you is a good one.
Well, good, because I'm gonna
need your help with something.
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(TOMMY VOCALIZES DISGUST)
That could seriously be the most
disturbing thing I've ever seen.
Yeah, that seems to be
the general consensus.
Um, to be honest, the thing
kind of creeps me out, too,
but I gotta find the kid
it belongs to.
There aren't any kids here.
I keep hearing that,
but I swear I almost hit
this kid the other day.
You cut your hand
breaking your bathroom mirror.
And you almost
run over a kid?
You have a bit
of a dark side.
I promise, I don't.
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
Well, at least the thing
has good timing.
Are you sure
this is a kids toy?
It's all, like...
bleh and creepy.
I saw him holding it.
(CAR HORN HONKS)
Hey, get that thing
out of the way, you morons!
Nice to see you, too,
Mr. Snyder.
I'm just glad he called
me a moron, too, right?
Like I had something to do
with your terrible parking job.
I'll go move it right now.
I need to go to town, anyways.
I'm heading to the art store.
Do you need anything?
From the art store?
Um...
Yes, I do, actually.
Uh, a couple of nude models.
Preferably attractive, and..
Yeah, I meant
while I was out.
Oh, uh... a couple
of nude models...
Goodbye.
(CHUCKLES)
See you later.
(OMINOUS AMBIENT SOUND)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
Dude, you are creepy.
See ya.
(TENSE AMBIENT MUSIC #)
(CALM MELODY #)
(SHUTTER CLICK)
(GHOSTLY WHOOSH)
(FLICKERING STATIC)
(WHOOSH)
(FLICKER)
(OMINOUS CREAKING #)
I need a drink.
(RISING MUSICAL TENSION #)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DOORBELL RINGING)
(BUZZING SOUND,
FROM VIDEO)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Hold on.
I said I was coming.
Oh, hey. Sorry.
You think this is funny?
I don't appreciate you sneaking
around my apartment while I'm gone.
What are you talking about?
Look, if you weren't gonna
help me in the first place,
you shouldn't have taken it
at all.
I didn't. Look...
I put it...
What the hell?
Sarah, I promise you,
I put it right over there, okay?
And I would never sneak into
your place without permission.
I obviously can't trust anyone
in my life right now,
so just take this,
and shove it up your...
- My ass?
- Yes!
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(VOCALIZING REVULSION)
Thanks a lot, dude.
(DEEP EXHALE)
(TENSE, OMINOUS MUSIC #)
(SCREAMING)
(GASP)
(SHARP EXHALE)
(PHONE RINGING)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
(BEEP)
Hey.
Sarah, you sound horrible.
Everything all right?
(YAWNS)
Yeah, I kinda...
...had a rough night.
What time is it?
It's almost noon.
I haven't slept this late
in years.
(LAUGHS)
You've been a busy girl.
Those paintings
you've been working on...
Absolutely stunning!
- Really?
- Really.
And, I have a showing
next week,
and I was able
to squeeze you in.
That's a little bit soon,
isn't it?
I know it's last minute,
but it's a great opportunity,
and I've already started
putting everything together.
That sounds great.
I'm really glad you like 'em.
Sarah, I love them.
It is so nice
to have you back.
I'll see you next Friday.
- See you then.
- Bye.
Bye.
(BEEP)
(OMINOUS WHOOSH)
(GLASS CRACKING)
(SLIGHT GROAN)
(DISSONANT ARRANGEMENT #)
It's you.
How did you get in here?
Look, I'm really sorry I almost
hit you the other day, I-I...
I should have been
paying more attention.
What are you doing?
Stay back.
Stay away.
I have pepper spray.
(SPRAYING SOUND)
(RAPID KNOCKING ON DOOR)
What do you want?
Come in.
(SIGH)
We need to talk.
So, let me
get this straight...
You think
you're being haunted
by the ghost
of a little kid...
...that you almost ran over
the other day.
The same ghost kid
that broke your glasses,
and broke your mirror.
And now you're apologizing
to me for wigging out,
but it's because you're being
haunted by this ghost kid.
- Yes.
- Man...
I have heard some of the
lamest apologies in my life,
most of 'em
coming out of my mouth.
But this one?
This one
is the lamest.
(EXASPERATED SIGH) Come
on, give me a break.
Do you think
I'm making this up?
You think I would
cut my own face
just so I don't have to
admit that I was wrong?
It does kind of explain how the
doll got back in to your apartment.
I know, it sounds crazy.
I was just...
...just hoping that maybe
you could help me out.
Well, how can I help? I don't
know anything about ghosts.
Wait, I do know one thing,
actually.
You can't pepper spray them.
Well I thought you'd be a pro, with all
these horror movies you have around here.
Besides, ghost stories
scare the piss out of me.
I'm doing
everything in my power
not to piss my pants
right now.
Wait, so you
can't even watch a ghost movie
'cause it scares you,
and you think
I'm ridiculous?
(VOCALIZING DISAGREEMENT)
Let's be clear,
I said ghost stories,
not ghost movies.
Most ghost movies suck,
except for...
...I don't know...
...pretty much, Ghostbusters.
Other than that,
I just buy movies that are good.
Oh, like this one?
Zombies, Zombies, Zombies.
Strippers Versus Zombies?
Is this part of your porn
collection, or something?
No!
How dare you judge?
This is a fine piece of cinema.
Way ahead of its time.
Mmhmm.
Okay, bad example.
So, are you
not gonna help me, then?
(SIGHS)
How can I possibly say no
to a hot chick
that just needs my help getting
rid of some lame little kid ghost
that likes to break glass.
Whoa!
Oh, my fish!
- My fish!
- Get a cup, get a cup!
Okay, how many
were there?
- There's five.
- All right.
Get him, get him!
Get that one, get that one.
Hurry up, hurry up,
hurry up.
That one's flopping
over there.
Get him, get him!
That one's not moving.
It's not moving!
Pick it up, hurry up, quick!
Hurry, hurry.
He's good, he's good.
Where's Archimedes?
Where's Archimedes?!
(LIGHT SQUISH)
Oh...
Oh, no...
(TOMMY GASPS)
Th-there he is.
Oopsy.
Oopsy?
(RESTRAINED VOCALIZATION)
(ANGUISHED SOUNDS)
Archimedes...
You were a good fish.
You never complained.
You never bullied
any of the other fish, and...
You certainly did not deserve
to die the way you did.
Goodbye, my friend.
Feel free to haunt her for not
looking where she stepped.
(LIGHT PLOP)
Thanks.
(FLUSH)
As if I don't have
enough problems already,
I'm gonna have
a ghost fish haunting me.
(SIGH)
Well...
As bad as
your night's been,
you still have no problem
giving me a hard time.
It's like your immune to your
depression when I'm around.
You're right.
Weird.
So, I had this
moment of clarity,
before my fish tank exploded
all over my junk.
In several ghost movies,
there's like a scene
where the haunted will go to
a psychic or a priest to...
You know, get assistance
getting rid of the hauntee.
Oh yeah?
Which one should I go to?
Well, that depends on
if you want to
read a book with a lot of
cryptic writing and drawings,
or if you want to
puke pea soup.
Hmm, I think I'll have to
go with the first one.
So, if you don't
watch ghost movies,
how do you know so much
about them?
"Nashville psychics..."
Search.
I said I don't own any.
I never said
I didn't watch any.
I went through a phase
where I watched several,
but I don't like them at all.
Why is that?
Because they never end well.
I mean, a ghost
isn't a physical being.
You can't get rid of them.
You know, a zombie...
...shot to the head.
A werewolf?
Silver bullet.
Vampires.
Stake through the heart.
Or sunlight.
Unless you buy all that...
"Sunlight makes you sparkle
like diamonds" stuff.
But ghosts...
Nothin'.
(KEYBOARD CLACKS)
So, you're pretty much
saying I'm screwed, then?
If this were a movie, yes.
But it's real life, so...
you're just a crazy person
with crappy glass in your house.
Hey, check this out.
This psychic shop
is only a few miles from here.
There... is... the address.
And... have fun.
What, you're not
coming with me?
No way, man.
Those places creep me out.
Besides, I get to stay here
and pick up fish crap and water.
Yeah, sorry about that one.
Yeah, I bet you are.
Well, thanks for your help.
You're very welcome.
Have a wonderful evening.
Thank you.
(GENTLE MELODY #)
(LIGHT CHIME)
Hello?
Hello?
Ah.
Can I help you?
I hope so.
(THUD)
Hello.
Yes, I uh, see you're looking
at the incense there.
Yes, it's a...
It's burned
for different reasons.
That's the smell
of lavender and sage.
Yes, well, eh... The lavender
here is to soothe the soul.
And the sage is to get rid
of your negative energies
or spirits.
Ah.
That's why you're here.
Yes.
You're having
a ghost problem.
- Mmhmm.
- Yeah? Am I right?
Ah, well.
Yes, well, I...
I think I can help you
with that, um...
Now what kind of spirit
do you have?
I don't know.
Is... is it a solid?
Transparent? Is there an
odd fog that you see?
A face in the fog?
No.
Or perhaps it's a sound,
or a smell, or a feeling.
No, it's this...
...little boy.
- He's in my apartment.
- Ah.
Then it's a solid.
Now, uh, does he try
and communicate with you?
No, he just stares at me.
Well, today he came after me,
but I ran from him
Interesting, yes...
Let's see here.
I don't think
it's a poltergeist.
I think what you're
experiencing is...
...yes.
An apparition.
Sorry, you've absolutely no idea
what I'm talking about, do you?
No.
Um...
An apparition is...
It's like a
fingerprint of energy.
Sort of in a constant cycle.
So he's going to continue
to scare the hell out of me.
Look, I just want him
to leave me alone.
Right, well, em...
In that case,
you need this kit.
Which will help you
ward him off.
In here,
it's all very technical, but
we have some incense,
this bell...
(DING-A-LING)
...that will clear the air,
and an incense stand.
An incense stand?
I tell you what I'll do.
I'll throw in these stones.
Give me your hand.
Now these will help to...
...ward off your negative
spirits, and, uh...
...bring good energy
in to your life.
Thank you.
(AMBIENT WHOOSH)
What are those?
Crystal stones
to ward off evil spirits.
What else you get in here?
Lavender.
Sage, and a receipt.
For $102.45?!
Did he at least buy you dinner
before screwing you?
Come on!
This was your idea.
Yeah, it wasn't my idea
to buy the entire store.
Made in China?
Is it a Chinese ghost?
Ow.
Come on.
This is serious.
Right, it's very serious.
What do we do first?
All right, first...
I have to put these stones
in a circle.
They each represent
something different.
(CHUCKLING)
Yeah.
That one's strawberry.
That one's lemon-lime.
And, oh, this one's
my favorite!
Watermelon!
(SMACK)
(PAINED GROAN)
- Gah.
- Come on, let's just...
...get this over with.
I'm embarrassed enough
as it is.
Yeah.
Hey, I... I like your
paintings, by the way.
Hmm.
Thank you.
What is that?
I don't know.
It's...
...something
I've been dreaming about.
It looks familiar.
That's weird.
Uh, where were we?
All right. Next, I ring
this bell seven times.
(RING)
(RING)
(RING)
(RING)
(RING)
(RING)
(RING)
That's it?
I think so.
(LOUD THUD)
What was that?
I don't know.
(LOUD THUD)
(TENSE MUSIC #)
It's coming
from the bedroom.
You should go check it out.
I'll stay here.
Come on.
Ugh.
(THUD)
Middlebrooks better not be
punching holes in the wall,
or he's gonna lose his deposit.
(THUD)
It is Mr. Middlebrooks.
What's he doing?
He has a suitcase
and this, like, big black bag.
Oh, really?
Creepy.
Do you think it's a body?
You think it is?
(LAUGHS)
No.
He's always carrying around
stuff like that.
He always
goes on retreats.
I constantly have to keep
an eye on his place,
and pick up his mail.
Isn't that weird?
It's about as weird
as a girl asking me
to do a sance
in her kitchen
to get rid of a ghost.
Whatever.
So is this all we need to do to
get rid of your little friend?
I think so.
(RING)
Hello?
Are there any ghosts
in here?
If you're here,
give us a sign.
Lift up Sarah's shirt.
You're ridiculous.
Wait for it.
And you're still clothed.
But, hey, problem solved.
Let's celebrate
with a little chapter seven.
Make physical contact...
(THWACK)
- Ow.
- What's wrong with you?
I don't like this hitting habit
you're picking up.
Well then, quit acting
like a tool all the time.
Touch.
Seriously though,
I can crash on the futon
if it'll make you feel better.
No, I'll be fine.
I mean...
I wanna know that he's
really gone, you know?
And if you're here, then
he probably won't show up.
Okay, so let me
get this straight.
I have to leave,
because if I stay here,
he definitely
won't show up?
Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)
Okay.
Did I mention I like your
paintings, by the way?
Thanks.
Hey, you know, I have an
art show next Friday.
You can come.
If you can act
like a normal human being.
Oh...
I don't know
if I can do that, but...
We'll see.
Okay.
Goodnight. Thank you
again, for all your help.
My crazy adventures.
Yeah, adventures.
That's putting it mildly.
(CHUCKLE)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(HAUNTING MELODY #)
(RISING MUSICAL TENSION #)
(PHONE RINGING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(BEEP)
Hello?
Hey!
You ready for Friday?
Sure.
I woke you up, didn't I?
It's okay, what's up?
I'm sending you a surprise. You
should be getting it this afternoon.
Now I'm a little worried.
- Don't be.
- What is it?
Let's just say it's something that's
gonna help me get your work sold.
Is it a dress?
Yes!
And it's damn sexy, too.
I need you to look
beautiful during the show.
And your wardrobe
is just way too conservative.
Is it?
Yes.
All right, I'll see you Friday.
Ciao!
Ciao.
(CALM MELODY #)
(LIGHT RING)
(RINGING)
(OMINOUS KEY CHANGE #)
(GHOSTLY WHOOSH)
Morning, Pookie.
Oh, God!
Oh my God.
Uh, hm.
Please don't take that...
Were you standing
outside my window earlier?
No...
Huh. That's weird.
I saw a shadow.
I thought maybe
it was Mr. Middlebrooks.
No, he's still out of town.
Maybe it was a cloud
or something.
Ooh, or maybe it was your
little ghost friend.
You know, ever since I got
that incense, and the candles,
I haven't had any issues
for a couple days now.
Not even a bad dream.
Awesome.
All right.
Well, I, uh,
I got some work to do.
Let me know
if you need anything.
- All right, thanks.
- See you later.
Bye.
(CALM MELODY #)
(MUSIC FADES)
(OMINOUS SOUND)
(HAUNTING MELODY #)
(DISSONANT CHORD #)
(ETHEREAL SOUNDS)
(FILAMENT BURNING OUT)
(EERIE MELODY #)
(MUSICAL HIT #)
(INTENSE BUBBLING)
(INHUMAN SCREECH)
(STRUGGLING)
(GASP)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
Hey, sorry to wake you.
(SARAH SIGHS DEEPLY) You must have
been having a hell of a dream there.
I could hear you all the
way up in my apartment.
Yeah.
Yeah, it was pretty rough.
Mm.
Thanks for your help.
Yeah, it was the least
I could do
after my behavior
the other day.
Look, I'm...
I'm really sorry.
I was in a weird place.
Got reminded of something
I thought was long behind me.
And I am so sorry
about that.
I mean, that was
a complete misunderstanding.
You know,
I think you should, uh,
probably get out of the sun.
Yeah, yeah. I should
probably head upstairs, huh?
Come on.
I'll walk up with you.
Oh, no.
That's not necessary.
I was heading back to my
apartment, if that's okay.
Oh, well...
Then, please.
By all means.
After you.
So did you ever find
your little friend?
What... oh.
That... yeah.
That was a weird situation.
Weird situation?
Kind of a long story.
But it's over,
and it's done,
and everything's fine now.
Well, did you ever
give him his toy back?
Can we change the subject,
please?
Hey, you're the one that came
knocking on my door, remember?
The reason why I'm interested is
because I deal with kids every day.
Oh, really?
What do you do?
I'm a teacher.
Oh.
I didn't know that about you.
What age?
Grade school kids that, uh...
...need a little extra help.
Really?
Like, handicapped?
No, no, no.
Uh, kids with emotional issues.
Most of them
have been abused, or
had some type of trauma
in their life.
Wow.
That's very admirable of you.
What got you in to that?
Well, I had some issues
when I was a child, but
fortunately I had somebody
to help me through it, so
this is kind of my way
of paying back.
It must be tough, huh?
Yeah. Sometimes, it
can be really tough.
But I love it.
And, I have a secret weapon.
Oh, yeah?
What's that?
- Journaling.
- Huh.
- You ever try it?
- No.
It can be very therapeutic.
I have all my kids do it.
In fact, I just about filled this thing
cover to cover on my last camping trip.
Oh, so you're skipping
school on 'em, huh?
(CHUCKLE)
No, summer vacation.
Oh, well that
explains a lot.
What do you mean?
I mean, I've just been seeing
you around here a lot, lately.
You know, it...
It would be nice
to be friends.
Well...
Thanks for
walking me back, Bruce.
Right.
If you need me,
you know where I am.
Okay.
See you soon.
Yeah.
(BELL RINGING LIGHTLY)
(RING-A-LING)
(OMINOUS AMBIENT SOUND)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(CHUCKLING SIGH)
Seriously?
(PHONE BEEPS)
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
You've got to be
kidding me.
Do you love it?
Well, it's beautiful,
but it's...
...not me, at all.
It's the you that's gonna sell
the hell out of those paintings
and show everyone
that ever doubted you
that they have no idea what the
heck they're talking about.
And by "they,"
I mean Trent.
Do you really think
he's gonna be there?
I think you already know
the answer to that.
Yeah, I know.
But I don't want him
to be there.
He's probably gonna bring
that new girlfriend of his, too.
Who cares?
You're gonna look hot,
and everyone's
gonna love your stuff.
Hey! That needs to
be higher than that.
Hey, hon, I gotta go,
all right?
Kisses.
I swear, I'm gonna kick your
ass if you break that thing.
(BEEP)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
You're not supposed
to be here.
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(LIGHT RINGING)
(DRUM HIT #)
(OMINOUS DISSONAN ARRANGEMENT #)
(RING-A-LING)
(DRUM HIT #)
(RING-A-LING)
(METALLIC CRUMPLING)
(EERIE WHOOSH)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
Leave me alone!
(CRACKING GLASS)
(SHATTERING)
(SCREAM)
Hey, Sarah.
Hey, hey, hey.
What's wrong?
He's back.
He came back again.
Where are you going?
- I'm getting out of here.
- Why?
Who would stay
in a haunted apartment?
Would you?
I'm coming with you.
(ENGINE CRANKING)
(MOTOR RUNNING)
I don't care.
Just get me out of here.
(EERIE MELODY #)
(WEARY SIGH)
(SQUEAKING MATTRESS)
Do you want to watch TV?
No.
You wanna raid
the mini fridge?
No.
Do you want to
read the Bible?
No.
I think I'm gonna
take a shower.
Alone.
(SCOFF)
What?
I didn't even
say anything.
Yeah, but you were
thinking that.
Maybe.
Um, I'm actually
pretty hungry, um...
Do you want anything?
Tacos.
Wow.
I have never in my life
heard a woman
make up her mind
about what
she wanted to eat
so quickly.
Do you have a comment
for everything?
Pff... um...
(SIGH)
Tacos it is.
(CALM DISHARMONY #)
(EERIE SOUND)
(DISSONANT ARRANGEMENT #)
(RUNNING WATER)
(SINISTER SOUND)
(DOOR CLACKING)
(SCREAMS)
What do you want?!
Why did you
follow me here?!
(CRACKING GLASS)
(LOUD THUD)
(SCREAM)
(SARAH'S SCREAM)
Sarah?
Sarah?!
- I almost got it.
- Ow, ow...
Why don't we just take you
to the hospital?
No.
I'm fine.
I mean...
(PAINED EXHALE)
What would I say
when I get there?
That a ghost
is trying to kill me?
Well, "I fell in the shower"
would probably be a lot easier.
Aah!
You know what sucks?
You mean besides having shards
of glass stuck in your skin?
- Yeah.
- How did you get one under here?
Oh.
If he was only
haunting the apartment,
why would he
have followed me here?
Does that mean
he's after me?
What did I do?
Maybe he's just a jerk.
(GASP)
I might have to go back to
that psychic in the morning,
before my show.
Yeah, it's probably
a good idea.
You should
totally get a refund
for your dumb
ghost kit.
(PAINED YELP)
- Ow!
- Oh, ho!
Look at the size
of that one.
I think
that's the last one.
Thanks.
For everything.
You're welcome.
You are going to
the other bed, right?
Absolutely.
Let me just see here,
this...
Now this here, I'm...
I'm tempted
to call it a rock.
It's not.
Umm...
(CHIMES)
One thing's for sure.
They do give off an energy.
If you just want to put...
Don't touch it.
You sold her
a crappy ghost kit,
made in China,
and guess what?
We're here for a refund.
I, uh...
Yes, I see.
Um...
Will you excuse me
for a moment?
Follow me.
You'll need to pay for that.
Would you like some tea,
young man?
No way.
So...
It attacked you
outside of your home?
It was getting
so bad there
that we had to go
to a hotel, and
he must have
followed us there.
And, it's a little child,
you say?
Mm-hmm.
Yes, yes...
I think your ghost issue
really is a ghost issue.
Wow.
Really?
(CHUCKLING)
Wow.
Why don't you do us all a
favor, and have some tea?
It'll calm you down.
Now, originally I thought
it was an apparition,
but they tend to stay
in one place.
If it follow you around, then I
think your problem is a ghost.
And it's following you
because you're his connection.
A connection?
A connection to what?
Well, he needs your help to
cross over to the other side.
Why?
I'm not really sure.
Do you remember if he
had any wounds, at all?
Sometimes.
Yeah...
Yeah, well, maybe
he's been murdered,
and he needs to bring
his killer to justice.
Yeah, but why
mess with her?
Why wouldn't he just
screw with the killer?
Well, if you're afraid
of something in this world,
then you'll be afraid of it
in the next.
So you think
that's what it is?
You think I need
to find his killer?
I, I don't know, but...
If you don't do it soon,
then, you know,
he's just gonna get
more frustrating.
He almost killed her.
How much more frustrated
could he get?
A lot more.
Sarah, the next time
you see him,
you must communicate
with him.
You must ask him
what he wants.
So what do I do?
I see this ghost,
and I just go ask him?
Yes.
It's the only way
he'll find peace,
and be able to cross over
to the other side.
Thank you.
(PATRONS CHATTING)
(DINGING)
Everyone.
(DINGING CONTINUES)
welcome to the Raimi Gallery
"Women in Art" showcase.
(APPLAUSE) (IN UNISON)
Whoo!
I am very proud that our featured
artist is here with us tonight.
When I first started
my career in art,
I was fortunate to meet this
very talented artist.
Her works are like
a breath of fresh air
amongst the stench
of the garbage
people pass off as art.
And I've seen
a lot of garbage.
But I digress...
It is my pleasure
to present to you,
for the first time
in seven years,
the very talented
and amazing,
Miss Sarah Campbell.
(APPLAUSE)
(CHEERS)
(BREAKING GLASS)
My bad, my bad.
That was me.
Sorry.
Thank you all
for coming out tonight,
I am very excited
about this collection,
and I'm thrilled
to be sharing it with you,
so please
enjoy yourselves.
(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)
Wow.
You look amazing.
You always... You always look good, but...
you look...
...really amazing.
She better look good.
I got her that dress.
And cheers to both of you
for showing up on time.
Cheers to that.
So, um, "A breath of fresh
air amongst the garbage."
- Really?
- Ya like that?
Well, it was a little much
but, uh...
Um,
so how's the show going?
Phenomenal. You should
be proud of yourself.
I am.
It seems like everyone's
enjoying themselves.
Somebody spilled the
paint can on that one.
(CHUCKLE)
Be nice.
Everybody except that douche over there.
(CHUCKLE)
Where?
- Oh, my God.
- What?
- Oh...
- It's Trent.
- Who's Trent?
- The ex.
You know,
he looks like a Trent.
- Is that the..
- Yeah, the 19 year old girl he knocked up?
Mm-hmm.
She is hot.
(ANNOYED SIGH)
(THWAP)
Ow.
I can't talk to him.
What am I gonna do?
I'm gonna be sick.
All right.
Bathroom, stat.
Hold the fort down,
Casanova.
O- o-okay.
Do you want me to come
in and help you out?
I'm just gonna
compose myself a little bit.
All right. I'll be out
here if you need me.
(DOOR CLICKS)
(OMINOUS AMBIENT SOUNDS)
(SARAH KNOCKING)
Vicki?!
Ah, man!
(HAUNTING MUSIC #)
(CRACKING SOUNDS)
(RUNNING WATER)
(SHRIEK)
What do you want?!
(TINKLING GLASS)
I want you to help me.
Will you help me?
Yes.
(ELECTRIC FLICKER)
You okay now?
Great.
Um, I need a drink.
Okay.
(SATISFIED SIGH)
(SATISFIED SIGH)
You thirsty?
Sarah!
How are you?
I thought I saw you here.
Why wouldn't she be here?
It's her show, asshole.
(CHUCKLING)
Ah, Vicki.
Oh, it's so sweet
to see you, always.
This is Ashley.
Hi.
(GIGGLE)
Cheers to the new show, Sarah.
It's really neat.
That's a lovely ring
you have on, by the way.
I probably should have mentioned
that when we walked in earlier.
- Trent proposed on our year anniversary.
- Baby...
Wow.
We haven't been apart
for four months.
Geez, man. You didn't even
let the body get cold, huh?
(CHUCKLING) Watch it, sport.
Stay out of it.
You okay, baby?
Mm-hmm.
Oh, pardon me,
I'm going to go
to the potty.
Okay.
It was nice meeting you.
Oh, God bless her.
Sarah, I can explain.
You're unbelievable, Trent.
Don't make a scene, please.
All I did was
I came out here
to show my support
for your work.
You can leave now, please.
You know, I can, but
I just was dying to see
what you told me
I kept you from.
But it looks like I did the
world a favor for seven years.
You were with this
douchebag for seven years?
You know what,
the two of you,
all you're doing is
embarrassing yourselves now.
(CHUCKLE)
And you know what?
You know what?
Ladies and gentlemen.
I'd like to take a moment
and congratulate
Sarah the psycho,
and her bitter entourage.
(LOUD CRASH)
(MANY GASPS, YELLS)
I'm good.
I'm good, just a...
Just let me get my feet...
I'm all right.
Is... is that...
...my-my blood?
(THUD)
(GHOSTLY WHOOSH)
(HAUNTING ARRANGEMENT #)
Hey.
You've been really quiet.
Do you think
you're gonna be all right?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
I think I'm still
kind of in shock.
Yeah, I mean, I think we're
all in a little bit of shock.
I can't help but think that
what happened to Trent...
...that it was my fault.
No.
You can't blame yourself,
all right?
I mean, it was a freak
accident, all right?
I don't think it was
an accident.
Right after that thing
fell on Trent,
um, I looked up
and I saw...
...him.
What, you mean like,
"little friend" him?
- Mm-hmm.
- Really?
What, you think
he was aiming for you?
No.
I think he was trying
to help me.
Why would he go from hurting
you to helping you?
After our little run-in
in the bathroom,
he told me that
he needed my help.
And then
he grabbed my hand,
and his hand was...
...was like ice.
It was ice cold.
- And I just...
- Okay, what...
...what did
he need help doing?
He needs me to find
his killer,
and find his body.
How?
I don't know.
Look, I'm really tired.
I probably should just
go to bed.
Yeah, I hear ya.
Hanging out with you
has been exhausting.
(LAUGHTER)
Um...
Thanks for everything tonight.
Thanks for letting me
wear your jacket home.
No problem.
You think it's gonna be
safe in there?
Yeah.
I'll be fine.
You think it's safer
with me next to you?
(LAUGHTER)
No.
I'll be fine.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
(GENTLE MELODY #)
(MUSIC FADES)
(DEEP EXHALE)
(TENSE ARRANGEMENT #)
(DRUM HIT #)
(SHRIEK)
(SCREAMING)
(HEAVY EXHALE)
(FOOTSTEPS)
Look, I...
I want to help you.
I just...
I need you to help me. I need you
to give me a hint, or something.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC #)
That's it?
That's your big clue?
Bruce taking the garbage out?
Look, if you're not gonna
say anything,
then I'm just gonna sit here...
(YAWN)
...and wait until
maybe you can do
something more than
stare at me all night.
A little help would be nice
right about now.
You're still here.
Well, you could have made
me breakfast, or something.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
- Hey.
- Hey! How's it going?
Good, good.
I was, uh...
...grabbing a coffee,
and I got you one, too.
And a muffin.
Oh, well, thank...
- Oh, geez.
- Oh!
Sorry about that, I guess
these things are unstable.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC #)
Wow... are those
your paintings?
Yeah, um, I gotta go.
Something just came up.
Wait, what about
the coffee and the muffin?
I'm on a diet.
(DOOR LOCKING)
(EERIE MUSIC #)
Seriously?
You think Mr. Middlebrooks
killed the kid?
Yes.
Why?
Well, I keep having
these dreams at night,
and this kid gets beaten
to death by this thing
and then he gets buried
in a shallow grave.
Well,
I saw Bruce this morning,
and his belt buckle
looked just like this thing.
I've been painting pictures of
Bruce's belt buckle the whole time.
Weird.
Weird?
What else
do you want me to say?
Creepy? Scary?
I think
you're on to something?
All right.
Jeepers, Sarah!
That sure is creepy
and scary.
You might be
on to something.
Maybe Mr. Middlebrooks
did kill that little kid
with his flea market
belt buckle.
You are so difficult.
(SCOFFS) What other
evidence do you have,
besides your dreams
and the testimony
of some little ghost kid
that only talks to you?
I don't know.
But there...
...there has to be
something.
The dumpster.
What about the dumpster?
I saw him carrying a big bag
out there this morning.
So?
So, what if
there's a body in it?
Look, you can't just
jump to conclusions, okay?
I'm sure there's a logical
explanation for all of it.
I don't know, like a guy
taking out his trash?
Can we at least check?
Look, I know
I've set this standard
of doing crazy stuff for you,
but there is no way
I'm going in a dumpster.
(SCOFFS)
Gross.
How the hell do I get
myself in these situations?
Come on!
Don't give up.
Ugh.
No, no. It wasn't a white bag.
It was a black bag.
That's it.
That's it!
- Oh, it better be.
- That's definitely it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I just thought
of something.
What if you're right?
Because if you are, I'm about to
open a bag with a dead body in it.
Do you realize
that's gonna scar me for life?
You're right.
- Forget about it.
- Ah, you're killing me!
I'll make it up to you,
I promise.
Fine!
I can't believe
I'm doing this.
(THUD)
Seriously?
The head, Mr. Snyder?
Well, you shouldn't be digging
through the garbage, you turd!
He's right.
I am a turd.
Please don't
be a dead body.
Please don't
be a dead body!
(RUSTLING)
(TOMMY YELLS)
(SARAH SCREAMS)
- What is it?!
- Oh my God!
What is it?
What, what, what?
- It's terrible!
- What is it?!
This shirt!
(LAUGHING) Who would own
something like this?
(LAUGHTER)
That's it?
Oh my God, Sarah.
You're right.
Mr. Middlebrooks is guilty.
...of wearing polyester!
We should call the police
right now.
(LAUGHTER)
You're such a jerk.
- Oh, I'm a what?
- You heard me.
How am I a jerk?
'Cause you are!
I just dug through people's
nasty garbage for you.
Through people's gross,
disgusting filth,
Because a ghost, conveniently,
only you can see,
told you there was
something in there.
And now you're calling me
a jerk?
You know what?
I'm done.
So now
you don't believe me?
Well, thanks for nothing!
I have done nothing but help
you since you moved in here.
And what
do I get out of it?
You shoot me in the face
with pepper spray.
You kill my fish.
You use me as a taxi,
a bodyguard,
and a device to make
your ex-husband jealous.
All the while
you have told me this story
that has given me
nightmares for weeks.
Let's face it, Sarah.
My life has sucked
since you moved in.
(DERISIVE LAUGHTER)
So that's how it is, huh?
Well I thought you
were different.
If by "different"
you mean a nice guy
that's trying
to help out his friend
instead of
an abusive douchebag,
then yes.
I'm very different.
All you've been wanting to do is get
in my pants since I've been here.
Don't flatter yourself, Missy.
There is nothing in those pants
worth all this heartache.
Oh, well screw you!
I'll find somebody else
to help me.
You should go back to
your kooky psychic friend.
Well, maybe I will!
Good, and you can drink some
more of his crappy tea.
And spend another
hundred dollars
on his crappier
ghost crap.
I'm done!
I already said it was done.
- Fine!
- Fine!
Perfect.
Hey, Tommy.
Hey, Mr. Middlebrooks.
Your girlfriend around?
I don't have a girlfriend.
Cut the crap.
Is Sarah home or not?
No.
You smell awful.
It's a long story.
Oh yeah?
Does that story involve you
digging through the garbage?
Why would I be
going through the garbage?
I don't know.
Why would you?
You find
anything interesting?
Look, I know what this
looks like, all right?
I'm sorry.
I don't know what you and your
little chicky are up to...
...but it better end
right now.
I don't like people
going in to my business.
You understand, Tommy?
Yes, sir.
Yeah.
(SIGH)
(TENSE ARRANGEMENT #)
(BARELY AUDIBLE)
No way.
(PHONE RINGING)
(RINGING CONTINUES)
Hey, you've reached
Sarah's voicemail.
Sorry I can't
get to the phone,
but please
leave a message
and I'll be sure
to call you back.
Thanks!
(BEEP)
(COUGHING)
Hey, Sarah.
Sarah, it's me, Tommy. Uh, sorry.
Choking on my soda.
Um, listen...
I just wanted to call
and say I'm sorry first,
uh, you know, between the
heat and the garbage,
I wasn't in the best
of moods, all right?
I'm just sorry
for losing my junk.
But, anyhow, you're not
gonna believe this.
I just had a run in with our
friend, Mr. Middlebrooks,
and then he went back
to the dumpster,
and pulled out a completely
different bag, so...
I hate to admit it,
but you could be right.
Um...
Yeah,
I'm kinda freaking out.
Hey, he just left his
apartment, all right, so...
I'm gonna go in and just see
if I can find something.
Wish me luck, all right?
Call me back.
Write much,
Mr. Middlebrooks?
(PHONE DIALING)
(PHONE BUZZING)
(PHONE BUZZING)
(BEEP)
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm on my way.
We gotta make a stop first.
(BEEP)
(DOOR CLICKING)
(RELIEVED SIGH)
You're back again.
Yeah.
What is it this time?
Well, the ghost told me that he needed
my help, just like you had said.
And, what was it
that he wanted?
Well he said that...
...that I needed
to find his body,
and that I needed
to find his killer,
but that's all he says.
I mean...
...the rest have been
just mixed up messages,
and my dreams.
I have a book here on interpreting dreams.
It's on special...
No.
No, I don't need a book.
Listen, I need to help him,
right now,
and you seem to be the
only one that can help me.
Uh, um...
I could do a reading.
It's normally $100, but...
For you,
I'll do it for 75.
A reading?
I'm sorry, but sitting in some
weird room getting my palm read?
It just seems so clich.
It's not your palm.
It's tarot cards.
They may help you a lot, they
may help you a little, but...
to what the cards
choose to tell you.
Look, all I know is that
this kid needs my help.
I mean,
he's gonna continue
to live in torture
until I can help him.
I understand, but,
you know,
usually people, they, they
get the kit that I sold you
or I do a reading for them
and that's where it ends.
Otherwise, I just think we're
wasting each other's time.
Ah, come in. I'll be
with you in a moment.
I think a reading will really help you.
Think about it.
Hello, sir.
One usually burns incense for various,
different reasons. We have, uh...
...some lavender here,
and some sage.
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
Things just got
a lot more complicated.
Complicated?
What are you talking about?
Crap! I have to go back
in to his apartment.
(SARAH)
Wait, you're in his apartment?
(TOMMY SCREAMS)
(TOMMY GROANS)
Tommy?
Tommy?
Crap.
(COUGHING)
I need a doctor.
(GROANING)
Oh, sh...
(CRACK)
I didn't know him
that well.
He was around a lot.
Especially with his girl.
This girl.
Tommy.
Tommy!
No, no.
Sarah, no.
Sarah, he's gone.
- No, please...
- It was an accident.
He fell off the edge
and the railing hit him.
It crushed him.
He was such
a sweet, sweet kid.
Sarah.
(GASP)
- Ma'am, you can't do that.
(DEEP SOB)
You and I both know
what happened to Tommy
wasn't an accident.
If you're not careful...
...the same thing's
gonna happen to you.
Are you threatening me?
No, no no no.
I'm warning you.
(SUDDEN EXHALE)
Get your hands off of me.
You murderer!
Sarah, it's me, Tommy.
Uh, listen,
I just wanted to call
and say I'm sorry, first.
Uh, you know, between the
heat and the garbage,
and I wasn't in the best
of moods, all right?
I'm just sorry
for losing my junk.
Anyhow, you're not
gonna believe this.
I just had a little run-in with
our friend, Mr. Middlebrooks,
and then he went
back to the dumpster,
and pulled out
a completely different bag.
So, hate to admit it,
but you could be right.
I'm gonna go in and just see
if I can find something.
Wish me luck, all right?
Call me back.
(SOMBER MELODY #)
(OMINOUS WHOOSH)
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(GASP)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GASP)
Dammit, dammit, dammit!
What do you want?!
Tommy is dead because he
was trying to help you!
Say something!
(DRAMATIC ARRANGEMENT #)
(GLASS BREAKS)
You want to break things?
Fine, let's break things.
(THUD)
(FRUSTRATED VOCALIZATION)
(HEAVY EXHALE)
I don't know what to do.
(GHOSTLY WHOOSH)
These?
I already checked
the paintings.
I didn't find anything.
The art gallery?
(TOY CLOWN LAUGHING)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(CLICK)
Thanks.
(RUNNING WATER)
I don't get it.
I mean, I-I...
I've looked at all these.
I get nothing.
Tommy died
trying to help you.
Can you
help me out here?
What are you
trying to tell me?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC #)
(WHOOSHING)
(GHOSTLY WHOOSH)
I know what this is.
(OMINOUS WHOOSH)
(TENSE ARRANGEMENT #)
(HAUNTING MELODY #)
(CLOCK TICKING)
(TICKING)
(TICKING)
(YELLING)
Stop screaming.
Get your hands
off of me!
Calm down, Sarah.
Why are you in here?
You know why I'm in here,
you murderer!
Murderer?
What...?
You think...?
I can explain...
No, no, no, no, no,
Sarah.
Now you play nice!
Now you be a good girl,
because we don't want
to play with sharp things,
do we?
(STRUGGLING)
We need to talk!
Now that was an accident, Sarah.
I'm sorry.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
Now listen...
I'm a good person.
No, you're not.
You killed Tommy!
Is that what you think?
You think that I...
...killed Tommy?
I had nothing to do
with that.
No, no, no, no, no, Sarah.
Now we're done
playing the box cutter game.
We're not gonna play
like that anymore, are we?
(CLINK)
You murderer!
Don't say that, Sarah.
Murderer!
Stop throwing things!
Murderer!
I said
not to throw things at me.
You understand me?
Now you're gonna listen,
and be a good girl!
Or el... (THUD) (PAINED YELL)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(GROAN)
That hurt, Sarah.
That hurt my head.
And it hurt my feelings.
So...
...I think
you need to be punished.
God...has blessed us with...
...infinite choice.
But sometimes...
...his lambs...
...stray...the...course.
Hm.
I like that.
You know, Sarah, I'm so
sorry for hitting you.
And for tying you up.
But you were behaving
very poorly.
I mean, even my students know better
than to throw things in the classroom.
And hammers...
Hammers are for
hitting nails...
...not people's heads.
You're gonna kill me now?
Well...
That is option A.
I mean, I could kill you, and
cut you up in to little pieces,
and bury you
right on the property.
No one
would know the better.
Not even the cops
would know.
After all,
no one really cares.
Do they, Sarah?
Terrible and horrible things
happen in the world every day.
And people act
as if they're helpless.
It's sad.
I, myself, am not going
to act helpless, Sarah.
So...
There's option A.
Or there's option B.
Which is for you
to tell me
everything that you know
and then we can just
walk right out of here.
Who knows? We could maybe
even be friends again.
After all,
we are neighbors, Sarah.
So...
What's it going to be?
Is it going to be option B?
Or option A?
How about option C?
(SPUTTERING SPRITZ)
(STRUGGLING)
Wow.
You really are having a bad
day, aren't you Sarah?
(GRUNT)
(PAINED GROAN)
(STRUGGLING)
So...
I guess
it's gonna be option A!
You...
I got rid of you
long ago.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
Was he the one
that told you to come here?
Of course he was.
Why did you tell her
to come here?
What did you tell her?!
I know what this is.
(CHUCKLING)
I know what this is.
Well you're not gonna get
away with it this time.
See, it's all starting
to make sense to me now.
And I'm gonna
put an end to it.
I'm gonna break this circle
once and for all, right now!
(CRASHING GLASS)
You're supposed to help
your kids, not hurt them!
(THWACK)
(GROAN)
(CRASH)
(PAINED GROANS)
(CLATTERING ART SUPPLIES)
(COUGH)
Sa-Sarah...
I thought killing Niki
was the right thing to do.
(SPUTTERING COUGH)
(HAUNTING MELODY #)
(LIGHT SOBBING)
(ETHEREAL RINGING)
Thank you.
(HEAVY EXHALE)
You're welcome, Niki.
That is your name, right?
(NIKI GIGGLES)
(RELIEVED EXHALE)
Thanks for playing with me.
I'm gonna miss you
when you're gone.
(GHOSTLY WHOOSH)
So you sold all of them?
So who knew that being a victim slash
hero would be so good for business?
I should have thought
of that ages ago.
Yeah, right.
So how's the new stuff coming?
It looks good. It's a whole lot
different than the last batch.
Well this time,
just be careful
where you get
your inspiration from.
Gotcha.
Do you believe they're still
checking that place behind my house?
- Still?
- Yup.
(KNOCKING)
Oh, hey, there's somebody at the door.
I gotta go, okay?
All right. Well, congrats again.
Bye.
Bye.
All right. Well that should
be everything you need.
Okay, thank you.
Oh, by the way,
you were right.
There's a body back there.
There was? Well, were you
able to identify it?
Yeah, it was the body
of a Niki Davis.
Niki Davis?
Did you know
who he was?
Niki Davis was a she.
She lived in your apartment
before you moved in.
Wait, Niki was...
Niki was a woman?
Went missing
about six months ago.
According to
Middlebrooks' diary,
he murdered her, and he
buried her back there.
Why would he do that?
He was seeing some little
boy's ghost, and uh...
...he thought that she
murdered the little boy,
and now he was avenging
his death.
Well, did she
kill a little boy?
We don't have any cases
of a missing boy.
But, this town
is so full of
missing people
and unexplained deaths,
we cannot keep up.
At least this case
is closed.
I thought
you should know.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Have a great day.
Hey, neighbor.
Hey.
You all right?
Yeah.
- You settling in okay?
- Mm-hmm.
So you don't need any help
with any more boxes?
No, perfect timing,
'cause it's the last box.
I'm good at that.
Ah, actually, though...
If you're offering help,
do you know anything
about this?
Where did you get that?
It was next to my car.
I thought
maybe you'd know
if it belonged to some kid
that lived around here.
No.
No? It's creepy, huh? Waahh!
I've gotta go.
You're leaving?
Okay. Bye.
(OMINOUS ARRANGEMENT #)
(CALM MELODY #)