Hey you.
It's ok.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Easy boy.
That's it.
Hey boy! I'm not gonna hurt you!
It's okay, calm down!
Somebody!
Somebody help!
Daddy, my horse!
I need to see the records for a patient named Anna Morgan.
Are you a relative?
No.
I'm sorry sir; we're a mental health facility.
Our records are private.
She's been dead for 24 years. I don't think she'll mind.
I'm sorry! It's impossible!
Look...
I've seen them before... I've been up there.
Nice try. The record rooms are downstairs, guy!
You win.
Jerk off!
Are you in here, Anna?
Excuse me, Mister Morgan!
I was wondering if you have a moment to speak with me?
My name is Rachel Keller. I'm a writer with the Seattle P.I.
You wanna know about the horses?
I didn't mean to... it's just, I wasn't able to find a number to reach...
Every now and then a writer comes along, heard about what happened...
what's left to write about though, I don't know.
I was hoping you had just a few minutes.
Well, work never ends round here really.
But I guess I got a few.
So, what it is it you're writing, miss?
My horses in general or just those who go strange?
I read you had to put so many down.
Those put them selves down. They drowned.
How did they get out?
They just broke through the fences and ran to the shore.
So... they went crazy?
It ever seems so, yes.
Or maybe they just sensed things before we do.
So where are your horses now?
I don't breed any more.
I guess you wouldn't... not after what happened.
That must have been hard, on both of you.
You and your wife.
I'm sorry miss, what's your name again?
Rachel.
Well, Rachel...
you wanna tell me what's really on your mind?
Do you know what this is?
I think it's a message.
From your wife.
Anna's on this tape. She's right there in that room.
You can see the lighthouse
the horses.
Where did you get that?
Shelter Mountain Inn.
Is that the only one?
I made a copy.
I got a lot of work to do today...
lot of acres out there...
but when I think I'm done with one thing...
another thing needs fixing.
You don't wanna see this tape?
You're not even curious?
Curious?
No.
I don't think so.
Mister Morgan! I can't help you.
Where's your daughter?
Maybe she could help.
I don't have a daughter.
Excuse me?
What is it with reporters?
You take one persons tragedy and force the world to experience it.
And spread it like sickness.
Tell me, miss?
What is it you think you know?
And leave it alone!
Sessions terminated. At fathers request.
See video record #SM0015.
Aidan, it's your mom!
Hi, mom.
Honey, the house you drew for me...
Where did you see it?
Did you see it in your head? Is that why you drew it?
In my head?
Aidan. Why did you draw that house?
Cause she told me to.
Who? Who told you to?
The little girl.
She talks to you?
No.
She shows me things.
Did she show you the horses?
She doesn't like it in the barn.
The horses keep her up at night.
So, she still lives there?
No.
She lives in a dark place now.
You ain't exactly the catch of the day.
Let's see you catch one better!
Good afternoon, I'm Doctor Grasnik.
I... the kid was here before me.
Darby? Darby's always here.
Aren't you, Darby?
He's my son's boy.
Come over on the ferry, did you?
Yes.
Uhm... Have you lived here long?
Born and raised.
Only doctor on the island.
Then you know the Morgan's...
and their daughter.
Do you know their daughter?
What's this about?
Look, I'm sorry. I don't know how to say this but... I'm seeing
things... in my head... images. And so is my son.
My son... that's why I'm here.
And somehow...
I don't know how but...
it's because of that girl.
Haven't heard anybody say that in a long time.
She wanted a child more than anything. Poor Anna.
They tried hard for years, but
sometimes it's just not meant to be.
And one winter they went away...
when they came back, it was with Samara.
Adopted, they said. Never did say from where.
Said the mother died of complications.
But they had their baby, they had their horses
everything was fine
Till Anna started coming to see me.
Said she was suffering visions.
Seeing things.
Horrible things.
Like they had been burned inside her.
And it only happened around Samara.
Like the girl put them there.
Were you Samaras doctor too?
Was there anything wrong with her?
You mean medically?
I mean whatever you mean.
When Darby there was born...
we knew something wasn't right with him.
But...
we loved him anyway.
Takes work, you know.
Some people have limits.
So what happened to her?
I referred them to Eola Psychiatric, on the mainland.
I assume she's still there.
You don't know?
How could you not know?
We've been through a lot of hard years out here.
Mean winters,
small halls, no fish.
And that was a long before the horses!
See, when you live on an island you catch a cold, it's
everybody's cold.
No offence mam, but what the hell does that mean?
It means that ever since that girls been gone
things have been better.
1978.
Man, we are really going back in time here.
Yeah, the lady in the reception said it's still should be here.
Should be. You said you are the patients father, right?
Yep! Richard Morgan, that's me.
What is your secret?
Diet and exercise, man.
No shit! It's all it takes.
You know, I'm not an idiot.
You try and walk out of here with my file, and I'll be on you like white on rice!
You understand? No man!
I just wanna watch it.
I'm responsible for every filed tape in here.
I have a system.
And I don't want anyone disarranging it.
I never disarrange...
As long as we understand each other.
Okay, now I'm mad.
Does it say who's been watching it?
Yeah. It was you.
Come on! Come on!
You piece of shit!
Come on, Rachel!
CERTIFICATE OF LIVE BIRTH.
NAME: SAMARA.
This is SM0015, Samara Morgan.
Hour fourteen.
So what is it that's keeping you awake?
You must sleep sometime?
You dream about something?
Samara?
Let's talk about the pictures.
How did you make them?
Samara?
How did you make these pictures?
I don't...
make them.
I see them.
Then...
they just...
are.
Samara?
I need you to start telling me the truth. Okay?
Can I see my mommy?
No Samara. Not until we understand what's wrong with you.
I love my mommy.
Yes, you do.
You don't wanna hurt her anymore, now, do you?
You don't wanna hurt anyone?
But I do.
And I'm sorry.
It won't stop.
Well, that's why you're here.
So that I can help you to make it stop.
He's going to leave me here.
Who?
Daddy.
They just wanna help you.
Not daddy.
Your daddy loves you.
Daddy loves the horses.
He wants me to go away.
No he doesn't.
But he doesn't know.
He doesn't know what?
Samara?
She's never gonna whisper in my fucking ear ever again!
What did you do to her?
She was your daughter!
You killed Samara, didn't you?
You killed her when your wife...!
My wife was not supposed to have a child!
What are you doing?
Whispers... I can hear them all the time...
At night... in your sleep. Even the damn horses!
Mister Morgan, come out of there!
And those pictures...
Oh, Christ... the things she show you.
Is she still showing them?
This will never stop!
You coming here, proves that.
Where is she?
Please, I have to stop her!
If I don't my son will die!
Oh yes, he will.
She never sleeps.
Wait!
No!
Are you okay?
You okay?
She doesn't like the barn.
The horses keep her up at night.
She doesn't like the barn.
What?
The horses keep her awake.
He kept her here.
Her mother was going crazy.
Morgan blamed the child.
So he kept her here.
Alone.
Not alone.
There's something under here.
Oh, looks like it's etched into the wood.
Or burned.
I've seen this tree before.
Yeah, it was on the tape.
No...
I've been there.
Shelter Mountain.
Wednesday.
Day 7.
The sun came through the leafs and lit them up like it was on fire.
Right at sunset.
Right when I watched the tape.
That was a week ago.
We're back to where we started from.
Something led us here. The tree, the drawing on the wall...
It doesn't matter.
We're too late.
You have to help him.
What are you talking about?
Aidan.
It's up to you now. Just use the time you have
and figure something out!
No, we're gonna figure something out together, right now!
It's too late, Noah!
Stop it okay! There's a
reason that we're here.
What?
I don't know okay! But there's something in this room... I...
I mean in this phone... in this television. Come on!
Noah!
Look.
Oh, Jesus.
How far down you think it go?.
I can't see anything.
We should drop something.
Do you think she's down there?
I'm here.
I'm alright.
I think.
I'm gonna go get something to get you up.
Hurry!
Noah?
No!
"The world is spinning..."
"...never stops..."
"It's just beginning."
Isn't it beautiful here, Samara?
So peaceful.
I know things will get better.
All I ever wanted was you.
She's still alive.
It's okay now.
It's okay.
Rachel, the sunset!
The sunset, the sunset! Do you hear me?
It's past sunset!
Rachel!
Rachel, are you there?
I'm here.
They gonna bury her next week.
It's over.
You okay?
She wanted that child more than anything in the world.
How could she have done that?
She just wanted to be heard.
Sometimes children...
yell or cry or draw pictures.
I wanna go home.
Can't imagine being stuck down a water hole alone like that.
How long can you survive?
Seven days.
You could survive for seven days.
You just call me sometime.
Unless you are renting a movie.
Call me tomorrow.
And the day after that.
Rachel?
What time is it?
It's either really late or really early, depending on how you look at it.
Don't you have to be at work?
Not today.
What happened to the girl?
Samara?
Is that her name?
Is she still in the dark place?
No.
We set her free.
You helped her?
Yeah. Why did you do that?
What's wrong, honey?
You weren't supposed to help her.
It's okay now.
She's not gonna hurt you.
She...
Don't you understand, Rachel?
She never sleeps.
Pick up the phone, Noah!
Come on, pick up!
Come on, Noah!
Pick up that goddamned phone!
Go to your room!
Now!
What do you want?
What do you want from me?
Why not me?
What did I do that he didn't?
"She just wanted to be heard."
"He wants me to go away."
"My wife was not supposed to have a child!"
"All I ever wanted was you."
"Don't you understand, Rachel?"
"But he doesn't know."
"She never sleeps."
"You take one persons tragedy and force the world to experience it."
"You spread it like sickness."
"You don't wanna hurt anyone?"
"But I do."
"And I'm sorry."
"It won't stop."
I made a copy.
COPY.
Push it in.
Push.
It's gonna keep going, is it not?
She'll never stop.
Don't worry sweetie.
You gonna be okay.
What about the persons we show it to?
What happens to them?