You're not looking at me, Mike.
You're not looking at me in the eyes.
That's weak.
Only weak people do that.
I could look you in the eye if I wanted to, daddy.
I just...
I just don't want to look you in the eye.
I guess you're just a weak person.
You must have got that from your mother.
It probably would have been better for you...
to have been born a girl.
And we could have named you Michelle.
Weakness is more acceptable in a girl, Michelle... oh!
I'm sorry, I mean Mike.
I keep forgetting.
Wait a minute...
Why don't I call you Michelle all the time?
I wouldn't have to be so ashamed of you and your weaknesses.
I could think of you as a girl all the time, couldn't I,
buy you frocks and your frilly hats and your frilly scarves
and you could be daddy's little girl.
I wouldn't have to be so fucking ashamed
to be seen with you in public, would I?
Think of that, Michelle.
Sounds like a good idea.
- Don't, daddy. Don't. - What?
Did you say something?
Such a soft little girl's voice I couldn't hear waht you said.
- I hate you, daddy. I hate you. - Speak up, girl!
I hate you!
I hate you because I love you.
It makes me feel guilty inside and...
I can hardly speak.
Then don't speak.
Don't speak to me, show me.
Don't tell me about it. I'm not interested in what girls have to say.
Show me!
Show me, you idiot, show me, then I can understand it!
There you are!
There you are, daddy.
There you are.
I see you, Michelle.
I see everything.
This is me, daddy.
This is what you do to me inside.
Go all the way through it, Michelle.
Go all the way through it to the end.
Come out the other end.
Don't stop in the middle.
I'm watching you.
I'm watching everything you do, Mike.
Oh, daddy! Dad!
Wow!
That man is a genius!
Dr. Raglan'd like to thank you all for coming this afternoon.
I believe your bus is waiting outside now. Thank you.
Candy.
It's me, honey.
Oh, daddy!
Daddy!
Okay, honey.
Warm enough?
Here we go.
Okay, put away your toy, honey. Turn around.
Hold your hair.
Oh my God!
Yeah!
Sorry, Hal, but Mr. Carveth is still here.
He's starting to get passionate about the whole thing.
Okay, send him in.
Mr. Carveth.
Thanks a lot.
Frank. It's been some time.
What can I do for you?
I want to see Nola. I want to see my wife, now.
You know she's still undergoing intensive therapy.
I can't let you break out isolation.
Well, you let her see Candice on the weekends, don't you?
Yes, I do. But then that's different.
Regular visits from her daughter
was built into her programme from the very start.
Yeah, well her programme has just changed.
What do you mean, Frank?
You sound hostile.
Wel, my daughter has been beaten. Severely.
And scratched, and bitten. And her mother did it.
Her mother, who's under your ps ychiatric care.
That's and incredibly heavy accusation to make.
Did Candice tell you that?
Candice won't talk about it.
She pretends the whole thing never happened.
But it was Nola.
Or some other crazy you have stashed away up here.
Either way, no more weekends with mommy.
The kid stays with me.
To take Candice away from her at this stage
could send Nola over into the d-bend.
It's a critical time for her.
I happen to think Nola's been in over her head for a long time now.
You have no legal right to deny access.
Anytime you'd like to test the matter in open court...
I'd be more than happy to oblige.
For the ultimate good of your own family,
we'd be perpared to do just that.
But don't you force it.
Bring Candy back to her mother next weekend.
She won't harm the child.
There must be some other answer to what you've seen.
Well until you give me that answer,
Candy's not coming back.
Yes, Hal?
Chris,
prepare Nola Carveth Kelly for another session tonight.
- Sure. - Oh, and, Chris...
make it phase two after supper.
Okay, Hal.
This guy Raglan is just an emotional opportunist.
He's a legit M.D., right?
He's a real ps ychiatrist.
Yes.
Goddammit, ps ychoplasmics is a rip off!
It's a side show, I've seen it in action.
Frank, it doesn't matter what you think.
Now, you listen to me.
Call up this Raglan, and be a real mensch with him.
Otherwise, the cops will soon show up at your door,
and you'll loose your kid for good.
The law believes in motherhood.
If I can dig up enough testimony to prove that Raglan's a fraud.
Somafree is crawling with crazies.
It's no place for a kid anytime.
You're getting warmer.
But when Candy doesn't show up at Somafree next weekend,
your wife can take legal action immediately.
You could find yourself belted with a writ in seven days.
If I give Nola enough time she'll really hurt the kid.
I know she will, Al.
I'll do anything I have to.
Oh, here's your daddy.
I'll bet he knows all about this zipper. There we go.
All set now.
I'd like to talk to you sometime soon, Mr. Carveth.
About school activities and Candy.
You missed the last open house.
Yeah.
Okay. Soon.
Thanks.
See you tomorrow, Candy.
- Thank you very much, Frank. - For what?
For bringing me my grandchild.
I know if it were up to Nola, I'd never see Candice.
Juliana, that's not true.
Nola and I know how much she needs her grandma.
Especially now.
You're sweet.
I guess you know now what it feels like.
What it feels like?
Being a parent.
Being blamed for everything.
To have the past distorted so that you don't recognise yourself in it.
Your child's version of the past, that is.
Juliana, Candice is only five.
She's working on it right now, believe me.
30 seconds after you're born, you have a past.
And 60 seconds after that, you start to lie to yourself about it.
Juliana...
I guess I've been indulging in a bout of nostalgia these days.
Must be the weather.
At least now I have a partner in crime.
- I gotta go. - Of course.
Bye, daddy.
Take your time. We'll both be just fine.
I'll be with you in a second, sweetie.
I'm going to get a refill and then we'll take a look at those old pictures.
Mommy.
Yes, Candice?
Yes, sweetie?
Mommy, you hurt me.
You hit me with your fists, and you scratched me with your nails.
- You hurt me. - No, I didn't, sweetie.
You must have had a bad dream.
Mommies don't do that, they don't hurt their own children.
They don't?
They never do?
They sometimes do.
Sometimes, but they're bad mommies, fucked up mommies.
Like whose?
Like whose mommie?
Like mine was.
Fucked up and bad.
No, I'm not, Nola.
You're being so unfair, sweetheart. Mommies never do that.
Mommies never hurt their own children.
You did hurt me.
You beat me and you scratched me.
You threw me down the stairs!
Show me what I did.
Don't stop it now, darling, you show me.
Show me your anger, Nola. Show it to me.
Go all the way through it.
Go all the way through it to the end.
Right to the end.
That one is my favourite.
This one's your favourite?
Yes, mommie in the hospital when she was a little girl.
That's right. I remember this picture.
Your grandpa Barton took it.
Tell me the rest of the story that goes with the picture.
Why was mommie in the hospital so much?
Well...
Some day she'd wake up
and she'd be covered with big ugly bumps.
The doctors were very worried, because they could never find out
what those bumps really were.
Then soon, when she's a teenager, bumps were away and forgotten,
and she never saw them again.
That's right.
I guess I didn't stack the dishes too well.
I better go and see what the damage is.
While I'm there, I'll freshen up both our drinks.
Gerry!
Hi, Frank.
You're really falling behind on this, you know.
The Bradleys think they're going to be moving here by May.
We're not going to make that for sure.
Maybe in June.
I just found out this morning that the city plumbing permit got held up
because of changes to the building codes.
Mr., Carveth!
Telephone call for you.
Right.
- Hello. - Is that Mr. Carveth?
- Yes. - Mr. Frank Carveth?
This is Frank Carveth.
This is sargent Markles, 78th Division.
One of our officers noticed a broken kitchen window
on a routine patrol of the neighbourhood.
Found your mother in law's body in the kitchen.
The murder weapon was on the floor next to her.
He then found your daughter upstairs sound asleep in the bedroom.
It seems she missed the whole thing.
Where's she now, I'd like to see her.
She's with our police ps ychologist Dr. Berkin.
Ps ychologist? Why? Was she hysterical?
No. No. On the contrary.
She's very cool throughout the whole thing.
A little too cool I thought. So I asked Dr. Berkin to talk with her,
just for an opinion.
In the meantime,
can you think of the names of any persons
who would have a motive to murder this woman?
It doesn't seem to me a simple case of an interrupted break in,
or say... a rape murder.
Juliana had a long series of lovers. I never met any of them.
What about her husband?
His name's Barton Kelly. He works for the government out in Halifax.
They were divorced over ten years ago.
- Hi. - Doctor Berkin.
You must be Candice's father.
Yeah, I'd like to take her home now.
Please, give me just two minutes with you, it's important. Have a seat.
Speaking bluntly, I don't think your daughter escaped
this incident entirely unscathed.
- You think she saw what happened. - I suspect she did.
Or she saw something which traumatised her, confused her,
disturbed her in some way.
The officer who found her said she was very difficult to wake up.
That indicates a kind of abnormal deep sleep,
which a lot of people, even children,
will use to escape something that's too painful to face.
And she still says she doesn't remember being brought
to her grandmoher's or seeing her at all.
Do you think she'll remember eventually?
I think you must encourage her to remember.
Why?
My concern is that the child can have a serious breakdown
if she doesn't come to terms with what she's experienced.
These things tend to express themselves in one way or another.
I've seen five year olds like your daughter
with ulcers as bad as any middle aged business man.
Okay, I get the picture.
Now, can I take her home?
- I think it's fine. - No problem.
Your'e sure you don't want a story?
We don't have to read, you know.
I can make one up for you.
Do you want to tell me a story?
About what happened today at grandma's?
Go to sleep, honey.
I'll leave the hall light on.
Dam!
Nola, no outside calls, you're in isolation. You know that.
I tried to reach al Dr. Raglan. He hasn't come.
He's on his way.
Chris...
is something wrong? Anything?
Then it's me again.
Nothing is wrong, except with me.
No, no, that's Frank, he's always twisting my words.
He won't be patient, he won't trust me, he won't wait until I get well.
He thinks that I'm...
That I'm turning into my mother,
day by day, moment by moment.
He thinks I'm trying to make Candy into...
into baby Nola.
Is he right?
No, no, no, that's the last thing on earth...
Who's that?
It's daddy.
Oh!
Frank hates me, daddy. He despises me.
He thinks I'm trying to harm our little girl.
And I know he's thinking of a way to take her away.
And that's very unfair of him. That's very arrogant of him.
You mustn't be too hard on him, sweetheart.
He's just trying to be a good protective father.
- Oh, no. - Oh, yeah.
He's just doing what a good father should do.
He's protecting his little girl.
There's nothing wrong with that. He doesn't want to see her hurt.
He doesn't want to see her hurt by anybody, not even her own mother.
Is there anything wrong with that?
Is there?
No.
No, there isn't
After all, this is just what I did for you, isn't it?
Frank's protecting Candy the same way as I protected you, isn't he?
Isn't he?
No.
No?
What do you mean no?
- What do you mean saying no? - I love you, daddy.
What do you mean when you say no?
I don't want you to think that I don't love you.
- What do you mean saying no? - I mean you didn't.
Didn't?
Didn't what?
You didn't protect me.
You didn't!
You didn't! You didn't! You didn't and you should have.
You should have.
You shouldn't have looked away when she hit me.
You shouldn't've walked away from the table when she twisted my words.
You should have stopped her.
You should have hit her when she hit me,
You should have slapped her when she slapped me.
Oh, God, I love you!
But you didn't protect me, and you should have.
You pretended it wasn't happening.
You looked away.
And you should have.
Why didn't you?
Didn't you love me?
There he is.
Barton!
- Hello, Frank, how're you doing? - Hi. Good to see you.
- Let me take that. - Hello. How're you doing, Candy?
I guess you don't remember your old grandad, hey?
Right this way.
You didn't have to come all the way up here.
We could have met later at the hotel.
I didn't like the idea of you coming in alone.
How long are you planning to stay in town?
I guess we could have the funeral tomorrow,
but Juliana's parents might want to come in from Arizona,
then there's that sister in Vancouver.
I don't know how it's going to work out.
- What hotel are you staying in? - The Park Plaza.
You know I was even thinking about going to that old house again?
I still have the key after all these years.
Juliana used to make a big fuse about never having changed the locks.
I could never understand why.
Maybe it's becasuse she really couldn't admit we're finished.
When I think about you and Nola and this sweet child
having to go through the same heartaches that we went through it,
it's enough to make you cry.
Yes, it is.
I'm here to see Mr. Harthog.
Mr. Jan Harthog.
Come in! Right in!
Sit down. Yeah. I'll be right there.
Sit down, will you, a second?
Goddam son of a bitch!
I don't know, I don't know.
No, I just don't know.
Okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
It's my...
my heart over there on the floor.
- Your heart? - My second heart.
Your first heart makes your blood circulate, right?
But what about your lymphatic fluids?
I don't know.
Moving, walking, running, fucking, or rolling on the floor, anything.
People have this whole other s ystem they don't even know about.
The lymphatic s ystem.
It's just like the blood s ystem, with its own style of...
of veins and arteries, but no heart.
You have to keep moving, you have to circulate.
Yes, they're just giving me pills. They do that everyday!
I've got to move them through the lymphatic s ystem.
God dammit!
Pardon my sweat.
I'll do a bath real soon.
So, Mr. Carveth,
how did you get my name?
My lawyer knows your lawyer.
Oh, I see. Is your lawyer preparing a case against Raglan too?
Basically, yes.
Slightly different from yours.
Yeah? How different?
My wife is still in therapy with Raglan.
I'm claiming ps ychological damage, not physiological.
I see, it gives him more time with your wife,
and you'll be able to claim physiological damages too.
Won't this look impressive in court?
You like it? I do.
That's Raglan. That's ps ychoplasmics.
It's called Lymphosarcoma.
And it's spreading!
It's a form of cancer of the lymphatic s ystem.
You blame Raglan for that?
Raglan did it.
He encouraged my body to...
to revolt against me.
And it did it.
Now I have a small revolution on my hands,
and I'm not putting it down very successfully.
Your lawyer really thinks he can prove Raglan's responsible?
Are you kidding me? You can't prove a thing like that in court,
in court you need concrete facts and you don't do metaphysics.
I mean...
How do you know I'm not going to get cancer at the age of 32
whether I do phychoplasmics therapy or not?
No, no, we'd get laughed at the court.
Then why are you going into court?
Revenge.
Yeah, revenge.
Even if we loose, he'll get nervous about phychoplasmics,
it'll be bad publicity.
They won't even remember wether we've won or lost.
They'll just remember the slogan:
Phychoplasmics can cause cancer.
Catchy, ha?
Is that going to help?
Maybe.
I'm not alone, you know.
I'm in touch with a lot of people who did phychoplasmics.
Doctor Raglan?
Yes.
I'm Barton Kelly. Nola Carveth's father.
I'm glad to meet you.
Sorry to accost you like this, but your recepecionist wasn't too helpful.
Yes, well, she probably knew I was on my way to...
Did you know that Nola's mother died yesterday an she's murdered?
Yes, the police spoke to me.
- Then you've told her? - No, I haven't.
Then that's why I'm here, to tell her.
Your wife's dead was a tragic and shocking thing,
that's why Nola must not be told.
What?
Nola is going through a very critical stage in her therapy.
I'm not sure she could take it.
Am I supposed to bury the girl's mother and not tell her about it?
Yes, that's what I'm saying.
You're an ignorant son of a bitch, Dr. Raglan!
I've left my phone number on your front desk.
If I don't hear from my daughter by tomorrow afternoon,
I'm coming back up here to get her.
Shall I have him stopped?
No, it's all right, he's drunk.
Hi! Sorry I'm late.
You two look like you're having fun.
- We were. - We were.
Daddy, Miss Mayer said she was starving.
Can we feed her at our place tonight?
Candy!
We could, if she wanted to.
What do you think?
Well I...
We could talk after Candy goes to bed.
Sure. Sure.
As soon as Candy realised she had me alone,
she got me to play mother and daughter with her.
She ovbiously needs mothering and isn't getting it.
Yeah.
Sometimes it kills me to think I might have screwed my kid up already.
She's not even six.
It's not just you.
No.
Sometimes when I'm being eas y on myself I say:
"Well, it's not your fault, you got taken in.
You got involved with a woman who married you for your sanity,
hoping it would rub off."
Instead it started to work the other way.
Excuse me.
- Hello. - It's Barton Kelly, Frank.
- How are you? - Just mediocre.
How are you?
I made a mistake.
I came back to the old place.
It's got me, Frank.
I'm depressed as hell.
Barton, get in a cab, will you?
- Just tell him to take... - That's not all.
There's Nola too.
What do you mean?
I went up to that place to see her,
they wouldn't even let me talk to her.
- They said no to me, her own father. - Jesus!
So I'm going back up there to Somafree.
We'll leave just as soon as you get here, Frank.
- As soon as I get there? - I'll be waiting for you.
I know you'll want to go up there with me.
- You're not far from here, are you? - Barton, listen to me.
I don't think that's a very smart thing to do.
Well, I'm doing it, Frank,
with or without you.
Okay, okay.
I'm only about 15 minutes away. Wait for me, Barton. I'll be there.
You're a good lad, Frank.
We'll go up there together and kick their ass.
I'm waiting on you, Frank.
I've a feeling I've just been recruited to baby sit.
Please, would you? It would take 45 minutes.
He's drunk. He'll drive his car over a bridge or something,
unless I talk some sense into him.
45 minutes?
- That's all it'll take. - Okay.
Thanks.
Help yourself to some coffee.
Well, here...
Iook at this while I'm gone.
If you like it, I'll give it to you.
45 minutes.
Oh, Juliana!
I never meant it to be this way.
Nola?
Barton!
It's me!
Barton!
Oh, no!
I can't get over it. The thing was in the house.
It was in the house all the time.
We searched the place, but we're not looking for anything that small,
and we missed it.
We're spending our time checking out an Estonian musician.
Have you found out who it belongs to, the kid?
No.
My guess is some crazy woman dind't want anyone to know
she had a deformed child.
She's had this kid locked up in an atic for years,
and never told anybody.
It wouldn't be the first time.
Hello.
- Hello? - Who's this?
Ruth Mayer. Did you want to speak with Frank Carveth?
Ruth Mayer? From Crell Street school?
Yes.
Is this Mrs. Carveth?
Are you and my husband having your own private PTA meeting?
I won't even bother to answer that.
You bitch!
You're killing my family!
You bitch!
Our friend has very strange eyes.
They have irises, but no retinas.
I should think his vision of the world is very distorted.
I'm pretty certain he sees things only in black and white.
No colours.
The upper lip is cleft.
Real hare lip.
But the palate is not.
And the tongue is too thick and inflexible for proper speech.
He has no teeth,
but you can get a nasty bite from these strange beak-like gums.
Why did it die?
I found some sort of collapsed fleshy sack
between the little fellow's shoulder blades.
It contains traces of a solid nutrient material,
a bit like the yolk sack of certain fish,
or a camel's hump.
Basically it's a gas tank.
It was full at birth.
Once the hump material is completely assimilated,
I think the creature simply starves to death.
Runs out of gas, so to speak.
And that brins us to the last point of interest.
There's an external deformity.
I mean apart from the lack of sexual organs.
It's extremely subtle,
extremely provocative.
I wonder if either of you have noticed.
- It has no navel. - No what?
No belly button.
- The thing has no belly button. - That's right.
And that means this creature has never really been born.
At least not the way human beings are born.
Jesus!
It's the beginning of the end, Miss Mayer.
The beginning of the end for me, my familiy, my dream.
So sad.
And I feel so guilty for my parte in it,
I wish it had never happened.
I wish we could be together again,
just the three of us.
You're kidding yourself.
Right now you're dreaming.
For Frank tells me it was lous y fron the very start.
You never had anything real together.
It would be better for everybody if you...
If Frank divorced you and married me.
We'd still let you see Candy at the weekends.
That stinks!
We had a lot,
we had beautiful things, things that you couldn't understand.
And we'll have them again if you just leave him alone,
and stop poisoning him against me and taking advantage of his loneliness.
And he'd wait for me.
He'd help me instead of abandoning me.
He'd do that if you'd just leave him alone.
If you'd just leave him alone. If you'd just leave him alone!
Leave him alone!
Hey, listen, I'm sorry, I called a few times. You didn't answer.
I didn't want to talk to you wife again,
that's why I didn't answer. Once was enough.
- Nola called? What did she say? - Look, I have to go.
Your life is just a little too complicated for me right now.
I'll see you at the next open house.
Daddy?
Oh, Candy!
What's the matter, sweetheart? Why aren't you sleeping?
I had a bad dream. A scary bad dream.
- What was the dream about? - I'm afraid to tell you.
- Why? - The dream doesn't want me to.
Candy, listen to me.
I know what happened at grandma's. I know what you saw there.
I just came from the police,
and I saw there the thing that hurt grandma.
And, Candy,
it's dead.
I saw it lying on a table, the police were there and it's dead.
It can't hurt you now.
And it can't hurt me or anybody else.
Do you understand me?
- It's dead? - Yes.
It's all right now, baby. It's all right.
What do you think?
How many people do we have in the main house?
27.
Okay, I want them out by this afternoon.
And the house closed.
It'll be hard on them, Hall, especially Mike.
Then do it gently.
But get them out.
All right.
Just put your suitcases in the compartment.
- I don't want to go! - No, Mike...
Michael, you have to go.
- Come on, get on the bus. - No!
- You'll see the doctor. - No!
- Michael! Michael! Michael... - No! I don't want to go!
- Don't make me leave! - I'm not making you leave.
Be a good boy and get in the bus, all right?
- Hi, Jan. - Frank, hi.
Look, I think we got a source, a real live one.
Come upstairs, there's someone I want you to meet.
Is this the guy from Chicago?
No, no, he's a local boy,
he's a lot closer to home than you expected.
Hi.
- Sandra, I've been thinking that... - Hello, Joe.
Maybe we shouldn't be here...
Relax!
Mr. Carveth is here to see you.
Look who's here.
Nola's old man.
The queen bee's favourite drone.
He's pretty far gone, uh? He'll be dinamite in court.
What did you mean when you said Nola is the queen bee?
Well, she's the queen bee all right.
She's the star.
She's the one he's interested in.
And the rest of us don't count anymore.
She doesn't even have to pay for it.
And that's because she's the one who was born to prove
that ps ychoplasmics is the ultimate therapeutic device.
That's a quote.
Will you be my daddy?
He won't do it anymore.
And my real daddy won't do it,
and that bastard Dr. Raglan won't do it anymore.
You see, my real daddy rejected me,
and my...
and my surrogate daddy rejected me.
That's just fucking wonderful, don't you think?
Calm down, Mike, cool it and tell him what happened at Somafree.
Look...
I'll make a deal with you, okay?
Just be my daddy.
Please! I'll tell you anything you want to know.
I'll bleed for you. You want me to bleed?
No. That's silly, right?
It repulses you, I can see that.
I didn't do it, so why do it, right?
Besides...
nobody could do it like Dr. Raglan.
Not even real daddy.
And he knows it.
Dr. Raglan knows I'm addicted to him,
and he doesn't care.
He's such a hard man.
I was at that demonstration last Monday.
You and Raglan seemed very close. What happened?
He threw us out.
All of us.
Looked the door.
Yeah, it's true, I've been in touch with some of the others.
They've all been thrown out of Somafree,
and all therapy is suspended.
All except for you wife.
She's still there.
Doesn't anybody know why?
Yes, somebody knows! I know!
He wants to be alone with her.
Dr. Raglan wants to be alone with your wife.
- Bye, daddy. - Bye.
Frank?
Hi, Frank.
Oh, hi, Wendy.
Quickly but quietly, children.
Rebecca, would you pass out the blue papers, please?
Okay, let's see.
And do snow flakes too, that's a good idea.
- You do this larger. - Okay. Thank you.
No!
Help!
- What's the matter? - They're hurting Miss Mayer!
The bad kids ar hurting Miss Mayer!
The bad kids in the school are hitting her!
They're hitting her, they made her fall down, they made her fall down!
Candy!
Candy?
Nola?
It's all right, it's Hal.
Hal, where's Chris? He usually wakes me up.
Chris had to go to the city.
You've been dreaming.
Yes, I was having a wonderful dream.
Wonderful.
And painful at the same time.
My daughter was coming back to me.
And Frank.
And Ruth Mayer?
Was she in your dream?
Candy's teacher?
I don't remember.
Then maybe we should talk about her.
But I don't feel the need to talk about her.
You don't?
Why not?
I don't know, Hal.
I think I must be getting stronger, because...
somehow...
I just don't feel threatened by her anymore.
Candice!
This is where my wife and kid lived for nine months.
Before Nola moved out to Somafree.
This is the first time I've seen the place.
Frank, what are we doing here?
Tell me again.
I don't know.
I thought Candy might come back here.
No...
it's not a coincidence.
Those things, those creatures...
they all disappear together.
They've got her.
You've got to help me!
Somebody's following me, Somebody's always following me!
Did you find out anything?
Did you find out why they moved you out?
I've gotta have some feed.
Anything, I've gotta have something to eat. Anything.
What did you find out?
Why did they close Somafree down?
- Talk to me, now! - Okay.
Raglan's onto something very, very big.
Something to do with the kids.
- He got bored with the rest of us. - Kids?
What kids?
The disturbed kids, in the work shed.
The ones your wife is taking care of.
What have you done with my kid? Where is she?
What the hell are you talking about?
I want my daughter back.
Now.
Did they bring her back here?
Back to Nola?
No, no.
If they brought her back here, then she'd...
then she'd be up there in the attic.
That's where they live.
Frank, I've got a gun.
They'll kill you,
if you try to take her away from them.
Why?
Because in a sense, she's one of them.
You're insane.
Frank, they exist, you've seen them.
They're just freaks,
deformed children.
You got Nola taking care of them,
I'm sure she loves being their surrogate mother.
She's not their surrogate mother.
She's their real mother.
Their only mother.
Raglan, I'm not going to listen.
They're her children, Frank.
More exactly, they're the children of her rage.
They're motivated only by her anger,
whether it is conscious or subconscious.
I mean when...
when Nola got cross with Candy last weekend,
annoyed really,
the brood beat her.
But when she released he rage against her parents under therapy,
then they killed them.
I didn't want to believe that,
but now they've killed Ruth Mayer.
And they could kill you or me,
and she wouldn't even be aware of it.
I mean, she doesn't even know that Candy is here.
- I want Candice back. - Then do it my way.
Please.
It's the right way.
What do you want me to do?
Go back into that hut,
and persuade Nola that you want her back,
that you want your family back.
I want you to play the role of the apologetic lover and husband.
Why?
Because if you can keep Nola calm and happy,
then the brood's neutral.
If she's mellow,
then I can walk into that attic,
pick up Candy, tuck her under my arm and walk out.
Can you do that?
I don't know.
Frank, if things go wrong...
if Nola gets angry, if the kids get angry...
You understand?
I'm not going to be the only one to pay for that anger.
Raglan, I don't trust you.
What does it matter?
I'll move up there 30 seconds after you're in.
Frank, be nice to her.
Hal?
It's me, Nola.
It's Frank.
Frank?
Am I dreaming?
I thought you said you weren't going to come and see me while I was here.
I think that was a misunderstanding.
That's why I'm here.
I want us to understand each other.
You're the only woman in the world for me.
You always have been, you always will be.
It won't ever change.
I want you to know that.
I wish it were true.
God, I wish it were true!
We've lost touch.
It's the only reason all this ever happened.
All we have to do
is make sure we don't lose touch again.
Isolation is part of my therapy.
What's been happening to me has been just too strange,
too strange for me to share with anyone from my old life.
Then make me part of your new life.
Let me be part of it.
Show me, educate me, involve me.
I'm ready now. I wasn't before, but I'm ready now.
Candy...
Are you ready for me, Frank?
Are you really?
I seem to be a very special person.
I'm in the middle of a strange adventure.
Let me be with you.
I want to go with you wherever you go.
Do you?
Yes.
Then look.
Candy?
Daddy?
Is it time to go to school yet?
No, sweetheart.
It's doctor Hal.
And daddy is downstairs talking to mommy.
He wants to see you.
God, Nola!
No, I disgust you!
I sicken you. You hate me!
You didn't come here because you love me.
You came here to take our kid away and give her to somebody else.
I wouldn't do that.
I wouldn't do that to you.
Candy,
go on to that door,
and find your daddy.
You liar! You're lying!
You're lying! You're lying! I know!
I know you so well, and it won't work, it won't work.
I'd kill Candice before I'd let you teak her away from me.
Do you hear me?
I'd kill Candice before I'd let you take her!
Make them stop!
They're doing what you want them to do.
You want them to kill Candice.
Make them stop or I'll kill you!
Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!
Kill me! Kill me!
We're going home, Candy.
We're going home.