[Footsteps]
Oh!
Charles?
Grace?
Ohh.
Oh!
GRACE: You're here. You're here.
They said there was no hope.
They said I should give you up for dead.
They say a lot of things.
GRACE: Ohh.
Ohh!
Oh, thank you.
Thank you, God.
Every night I prayed for this...
begging God to bring you back.
Bring the children their father back.
Bring him...
But where have you been all this time?
Out there... looking for my home.
[Sighs]
You're so different.
So different.
Sometimes I bleed.
[Laughs]
[Front door closes]
Ma'am...
Mrs. Mills...
this is my husband.
I'm very pleased to meet you, sir.
GRACE: He's very weak.
Here.
I want you to prepare a hot bath and some clean clothes.
And something to eat.
Right away, ma'am.
How are my little ones?
Daddy!
ANNE: [Kiss] Why did you take so long?
[Crying]
Hello, Nicholas.
I told you, you see.
I told you he'd come back.
[Kiss]
Have you both been well-behaved?
We've been very good.
Have you been good to your mother?
Very good.
We study every day for our First Communion.
Daddy, did you kill anyone?
[Door closes]
Oh! Here he comes!
Darling, we've prepared lunch for you.
Are you coming down or would you prefer...
[Door closes]
ANNE: When's Daddy coming down?
GRACE: Be patient, Anne. Daddy is... not well.
ANNE: He said he'd seen a lot of dead men.
GRACE: Shh.
Mummy, when people die in the war...
where do they go?
Oh, what a question.
- It depends. - On what?
Whether they fought on the side of the goodies or the baddies.
Your father, for example, fought for England...
on the side of the goodies.
How do you know who the goodies and the baddies are?
[Sighs]
That's enough questions. Eat your food.
You'll never go to war.
We'll never go anywhere.
Ohh.
You're not missing out on anything.
You're much better off at home with your Mummy and Daddy...
who love you very, very much.
And the intruders.
There are no intruders here.
But you said that there were.
No, I said that there are no intruders here.
I don't want to hear another word on the subject.
- But you said... - That is enough!
Can I say something?
- No! - Why not?
Because you can't!
[Fork clatters]
[Breathing heavily]
Anne, stop breathing like that.
You heard me. Stop it.
Stop breathing.
Right, you go to your room.
Go to your room. No dessert for you today.
[Sighs]
[Anne sobbing]
Ohh, no crying now, no crying.
Oh, stop that here.
Look what an awful face you've got when you cry.
I don't care!
There, there.
You listen to me.
I've seen them, too.
You have?
Yes.
Why don't you tell my mother?
Then maybe she'll believe me.
There are things your mother doesn't want to hear.
She only believes in what she was taught.
But don't worry, sooner or later...
she'll see them.
Then everything will be different.
How?
Oh, you'll see.
There are going to be some big surprises.
There are going to be... changes.
Changes?
Now she's behaving as if nothing had happened.
What about her daughter?
Oh, she's not so stubborn.
The children will be easier to convince.
No, it's the mother who's going to cause us problems.
Do you think her husband suspects anything?
No. I don't think he even knows where he is.
Ohh, look what a pretty daughter I've got.
Mummy made this veil especially for you.
Hmm?
I look like a bride.
Yes. You do.
[Sighs] I need to shorten the sleeves a little.
You can take it off now.
No.
This dress has to be spotless for your First Communion.
I promise I won't dirty it.
Just let me wear it for a little longer.
Oh, just a little?
All right. I'll be back shortly.
No sitting on the floor or leaning against the walls.
No.
[Locks door]
Monsieur, would you like to dance?
[Deep voice] I'd love to.
[Humming]
Charles, you can't go on like this.
You must eat something.
Oooo.
[Giggles]
[Humming]
# In the sky #
# I don't know if it's cloudy or bright #
# But I only have eyes #
# For you, dear #
# The moon may be high #
[Humming]
[Crying]
[Anne humming]
Anne, you need to take the dress off now.
[Humming]
[Sighs]
Anne, are you listening to me?
Anne?
What did I tell you about sitting on the floor?
ANNE: But it's clean.
It makes no difference.
Why can't you ever do as you're told...
[Humming]
[Anne's voice] What's the matter?
Where is my daughter?
[Giggles]
What have you done with my daughter?
Are you mad? I am your daughter.
[Gasps]
No! You're not my daughter!
[Anne screaming]
No! No! [Fabric tearing]
Aah!
You're not my daughter! No!
Aah!
No! Aah!
[Gasping]
[Sobbing]
Ma'am, I heard shouts.
She wants to kill me!
She won't stop until she kills us!
She won't stop!
MRS. MILLS: Hush, child. Come with me.
ANNE: You're wicked! You're wicked! Wicked!
[Door closes]
ANNE: Wicked!
[Gasps]
[Water running]
How is she?
There's no calming her...
so I've left her with her father.
Oh!
She insisted on speaking with him.
What happened? Why did you fight?
GRACE: It wasn't her.
It was the old woman with the strange eyes.
She was imitating my daughter's voice.
I'd swear to God that it wasn't my daughter.
Oh, God. God help me.
God help me. What's the matter with me?
I don't know what's the matter with me.
MRS. MILLS: You must get more rest.
You can't take on the whole responsibility of this house.
Leave it to us.
We know what has to be done.
What do you mean by that?
What do you mean you know what has to be done?
Nothing, ma'am. I was just suggesting...
There's nothing to suggest.
Who do you think you are?
You have no idea what has to be done.
[Softly] Or do you?
What are these?
The tablets for your migraine, ma'am.
The ones you always take.
Please, I need to be on my own.
Yes, ma'am.
Come, child.
[Door opens]
[Footsteps]
CHARLES: Anne told me everything.
I wish I had an explanation, but I haven't.
At first, I thought there was someone else in the house.
Even thought there were ghosts.
I'm not talking about the ghosts.
I'm talking about what happened that day.
I don't know what you're talking about.
CHARLES: Tell me it's not true.
Tell me what happened.
Happened?
[Sighs]
I don't know what came over me that day.
The servants had left during the night.
Hadn't the courage to tell me to my face.
They knew that I couldn't leave the house.
They knew. [Sobs]
Anne.
Anne, what happened?
She hit me.
She went mad like she did that day.
Do you remember?
No.
You must forgive me, Charles.
Not me. The children.
They know that I love them.
They know I'd never hurt them.
I'd die first.
What are you going to do?
Are you angry with me?
I just came back to say good-bye...
to my wife and children.
Now I must go.
Go where?
To the front.
No. The war's over.
The war is not over.
What are you talking about?
You're not going, do you hear me?
You left us once already. You can't go!
Why?
Why did you have to go to that stupid war...
that had nothing to do with us?
Why couldn't you have stayed here like the others?
The others surrendered.
We all surrendered!
The whole island was occupied!
What did you expect?
[Sighs]
What were you trying to prove by going to war?
Your place was here with us.
With your family.
[Sighs]
GRACE: I loved you.
That was enough for me.
Living in this darkness...
In this prison.
But not for you.
I wasn't enough for you.
That's why you left.
[Crying]
It wasn't just the war.
You want to leave me, don't you?
[Sighs]
Ohh.
[Gasps]
[Screaming]
Anne!
Nicholas!
[Children screaming]
[Screaming]
What is it? What...
Ohh! Ohh!
[Screaming]
Oh, my God!
Here! Oh, my God!
Oh! Oh!
Here!
Oh!
Aah!
Where are the curtains?
[Screaming]
GRACE: Mrs. Mills!
Let me see. Let me see.
Oh, you're all right!
You're all right!
I want my daddy! [Crying]
Daddy's gone.
It's not true!
Yes, it is.
It is true.
[Sobbing]
I love you, Mummy.
[Sighs]
Find the curtains.
Who was it?
Who did this?
Tell me!
[Struggling]
You know what's happening here!
You know because it happened to you, too!
You'll tell me.
You write it down.
Write it down! Please!
MRS. MILLS: That attitude won't solve anything, ma'am.
Anyway, she can't write.
- Where are they? - What?
The curtains!
The curtains my children's lives depend on!
Someone has taken the curtains!
I have noticed, ma'am.
There's no need for you to raise your voice.
Oh, Mr. Tuttle. I was just on the point of calling you.
Did you know that someone has taken all the curtains?
The curtains?
Oh, dear.
Why should anyone want to take all the curtains?
To let some daylight into this house, I imagine.
Daylight. Of course.
Someone wants to kill my children.
Why do you think that the daylight would kill them?
Are you mad?
I told you.
I already told you!
The children are photosensitive!
The light will kill them!
Yes, but that was before.
The condition could have cleared up by itself.
If you never expose them to daylight...
how do you know they're not cured?
My sister-in-law had terrible attacks of rheumatism...
in her legs and back.
Then one fine day...
they disappeared.
I am going to find those curtains...
and when you have finished helping me hang them...
you will leave this house!
And what about the master, ma'am?
What has he got to say about all of this?
Give me your keys.
I want your keys now!
I know what you want.
You want to frighten us.
You want to get us out, me and my children.
You've wanted to take over this house...
ever since the first day you arrived.
Now, you give me those keys. I will not ask again.
You should try and calm down, ma'am.
Give me the keys.
Give them to me.
And now get out of here.
[Door closes]
You know something, Mr. Tuttle?
I think I've reached the end of my tether.
What about you?
Oh, yes. Definitely.
We'd better go and uncover the gravestones.
[Clattering]
[Keys rattling]
[Footsteps]
[Door slams]
What's Mummy doing?
I've already told you. She's gone mad.
Liar.
- She's gone mad! - Liar, liar!
Nighttime.
Where are you going?
I've had enough.
I'm going into the woods to look for Daddy.
Are you going to run away?
If I hang onto the pipe...
I can climb down to the ground.
It's very easy.
[Wind whistling]
NICHOLAS: If Mummy finds out, you're in for it.
ANNE: Yes, yes, yes.
NICHOLAS: Anne, wait!
I want to come and look for Daddy, too.
Liar. You just don't want to be left on your own.
Scaredy-pants, scaredy-pants!
Be quiet!
[Thumping]
[Noise]
Anne, I think we got lost.
We still haven't left the garden yet, silly.
- I'm scared. - Shouldn't have come, then.
- Say something. - What shall I say?
I don't know. Anything.
Let's see. My name is Anne and I'm walking.
I'm walking and my name is Anne.
[Creaking]
What's that over there?
I think they're graves.
Don't go near!
Why not?
What if a ghost jumps out?
Graves don't have ghosts. Only skeletons.
[Sighs]
There's something written here.
NICHOLAS: Let's go!
Wait! [Brushing]
[Gasps]
Oh!
Anne! What does it say?
[Gasps]
MRS. MILLS: You must be strong now, children.
ANNE: Nicholas, come here!
Mrs. Mills, please don't tell Mummy we've run away.
Don't speak to them!
Why?
- They're dead! - What?
ANNE: They're ghosts! Please come here!
Children!
ANNE: Nicholas!
They're ghosts?
Why aren't they wearing sheets and clanking chains?
You said that...
I don't care what I said! Get away from them!
You're always teasing me and telling lies...
and I'm sick of it!
I'm not teasing you! I'm telling the truth!
Come here!
[Gasps]
Quick!
Aah! Mum! Mum!
Children!
[Screaming]
GRACE: Run!
Run!
Go! Into the house!
GRACE: Don't come any closer!
Don't move! [Panting]
MRS. MILLS: Don't trouble yourself, ma'am.
Tuberculosis finished us off...
more than half a century ago.
[Keys rattling]
[Locks door]
GRACE: Go away!
[Doorknob rattling]
MRS. MILLS: Open the door, ma'am. Please.
What do you want?
Mummy, don't open the door. Don't.
We've seen their graves.
Go upstairs and hide.
- Go on. - I'm scared.
Ohh!
Don't separate! Oh!
Ohh!
Whatever you do, don't separate.
Go hide. Go. Go.
MRS. MILLS: We've been trying to make you understand.
Understand what?
About the house.
About the new situation.
GRACE: What situation?
We must all learn to live together...
the living and the dead.
Ohh!
If you're dead, leave us in peace!
Oh. Leave us in peace!
GRACE: [Echoing] Leave us in peace!
In here. Get inside.
MRS. MILLS: And suppose we do leave you.
Do you think they will?
Who?
The intruders.
There are no intruders.
MR. TUTTLE: They took the curtains down.
There are no intruders.
Oh, yes, I assure you it was them.
And now they're in there with you and the children.
Waiting for you.
No!
Yes. And believe me, sooner or later...
they'll find you.
Listen, wait here and I'll be back in a minute.
No, no, no. Mummy said we shouldn't separate.
We can't leave her on her own.
[Panting]
Stop breathing like that.
[Breathing]
Nicholas, stop breathing like that.
Stop breathing!
[Breathing]
Can't you hear it? There's someone there.
WOMAN: Come with us, children.
Come with us.
[Screaming]
Aah!
Nicholas?
Anne?
Where are you?
Answer me!
MRS. MILLS: The intruders have found them.
MR. TUTTLE: There's nothing we can do now.
MRS. MILLS: You'll have to go upstairs and talk to them.
[Gasping]
[Rattling]
Our Father, who art in Heaven...
hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come...
Thy will be done on earth...
as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread...
and forgive us our trespasses...
[Nicholas whimpering]
WOMAN: Why are you afraid, children?
Why don't you want us to be your friends?
[Whimpering]
Come on. Speak to us.
Speak to us.
Tell me what happened.
[Whimpering]
NICHOLAS: Don't tell her! Don't tell her!
MAN: "Don't tell her."
ANNE: If I tell her, they'll leave us in peace.
NICHOLAS: Mummy!
MAN: "Mummy."
Why are you crying, children?
What happened in this room?
What did your mother do to you?
[Whispering]
Something about a pillow.
Is that how she killed you?
[Rosary drops]
With a pillow?
She didn't kill us!
Children, if you're dead...
why do you remain in this house?
ANNE: We're not dead!
[Sobs]
WOMAN: Why do you remain in this house?
We're not dead!
NICHOLAS: We're not dead!
We're not dead!
WOMAN: Why do you remain in this house?
"We're not dead. We're not dead."
We're not dead!
[Yelling]
Oh!
[Gasps]
[Exhales]
MAN: Are you all right?
Yes. Just a bit dizzy, that's all.
What happened?
They made contact.
All three?
Apparently, yes.
The mother and the two children.
Quite interesting, don't you think?
MRS. MARLISH: Interesting?
I was scared out of my wits!
Darling, calm down.
No. So far, we have handled this matter your way...
but now you listen to me.
We can't possibly stay in this house any longer.
It is quite clear...
that these beings do not want us to live here.
We don't know anything about them yet.
Yes, we do!
We know the woman went mad...
smothered her two children, and then shot herself.
That's quite enough. Think of our son.
There's nothing wrong with Victor.
Yes, there is! He has nightmares.
He says he has seen that girl...
and even this lady has been possessed by her.
Please, let us leave this house.
All right.
We will leave tomorrow morning.
Oh, thank God for that.
I'll just go and check on Victor.
Once again, thank you so much for coming.
MAN: A pleasure.
I hope we've been of some help.
MR. MARLISH: Oh, yes, of course. Though I must admit...
GRACE: At first, I couldn't understand...
what the pillow was doing in my hands...
or why you didn't move.
But then I knew.
It had happened.
I had killed my children.
[Inhales]
I got the rifle.
I put it to my forehead.
Then I pulled the trigger.
Nothing.
Then I heard your laughter in the bedroom.
Ahh.
You were playing with the pillows...
as if nothing had happened.
And I thought the Lord in His great mercy...
was giving me another chance...
telling me, "Don't give up."
"Be strong."
"Be a good mother."
"For them."
But now...
now...
what does all this mean?
Where are we?
MRS. MILLS: Young Lydia said the very same thing...
when she realized the three of us were dead.
And that was the last time she ever spoke.
But I couldn't tell you that before now.
Shall I make us a nice cup of tea, ma'am?
The intruders are leaving...
but others will come.
Now, sometimes we'll sense them.
Other times, we won't.
But that's the way it's always been.
Ma'am.
NICHOLAS: Mummy...
Daddy died in the war, didn't he?
GRACE: Yes.
Will we ever see him again?
I don't know.
If we're dead, where's limbo?
I don't know if there even is a limbo.
I'm no wiser than you are...
but I do know that I love you.
I've always loved you.
And this house is ours.
You say it with me.
This house is ours.
NICHOLAS: This house is ours.
[AII repeating]
Mummy, look. It doesn't hurt anymore.
No one can make us leave this house.
Come along, Victor.
[Chain clanks]
[Lock clicks]