(rain patering)
TEENAGED GIRL: I hate television.
Gives me headaches.
(woman on TV): ...makes your
color-treated hair...
You know, I heard there's
so many magnetic waves traveling through the air
because of TV and telephones, that we're losing, like
ten times as many brain cells as we're supposed to.
Like, all the molecules in our heads are all unstable.
All the companies know about it
but they're not doing anything about it.
It's, like, a big conspiracy.
(sighing): You can pick something.
I don't care.
Say hello to luscious, full bod...
You have any idea how many electro-rays
are traveling through our head every second?
I got a better one.
Have you heard about this videotape
that kills you when you watch it?
What kind of tape?
A tape, a regular tape.
People rent it, I don't know.
You start to play it
and it's, like, somebody's nightmare.
Then suddenly, this woman comes on
smiling at you, right?
Seeing you through the screen...
and as soon as it's over...
your phone rings.
Someone knows you've watched it
and what they say is...
"You will die in seven days"
and exactly seven days later...
Who told you that?
Somebody from Revere. I don't...
Who told you?
What's your problem?
I've watched it.
(sighing): It's a story, Katie.
No, me and Josh, we saw it last weekend.
I thought you were with your parents.
I wanted to tell you.
You were with Josh all weekend?
Some of his friends got this-this place
up in the mountains.
They were trying to record a football game.
I guess the reception was so bad...
What are you talking about?
Listen to me!
When we played the tape, the game wasn't there.
It was...
What?
Wh-What was it?
It was something else.
We thought it was some kind of sick joke...
and then the phone rang.
It was a week ago...
one week ago tonight.
(chuckles nervously)
You're just trying to scare me.
(gagging)
(gagging continuing)
Oh, my God, Katie!
Are you okay?
Katie... oh, my...
(snickering)
You freak!
(laughing): You totally fell for it!
No.
So... did you guys, you know, do anything?
Like what?
Oh, my God, you totally did!
You ho!
Tell me now!
(phone ringing)
(gasps)
(ticking)
(ringing continuing)
There really is a tape?
(ringing continuing)
(sighs)
This is so lame.
Wait, don't!
Embrey residence.
(pants nervously)
(rain continuing)
Hello.
Hi, Mom.
(sighs angrily)
(chuckles)
Yeah, that was Becca.
My mom says hi.
She's glad you're here.
Ask her where she keeps the Vicodin.
(chuckles)
Yeah, we're about to go to sleep.
Okay. Yeah, I will.
Okay! Okay, yeah, yeah, I will.
No, I won't.
Bye, Mom.
(beeps)
(TVstatic blaring)
(static continuing)
Becca, quit being a bitch.
Where's the remote?
(rain continuing)
(TVstatic resumes)
(static continues)
Becca, quit it!
(static continues)
(whimpers)
(panting nervously)
(sighs)
(gasps) (eerie rumbling)
(panting)
(whimpers softly)
(whimpers) (thump)
Becca, can you hear me?
(panting)
(static hissing)
(hissing continuing)
(breathing nervously)
(high-pitched electronic whine)
(static blaring)
(rain continuing)
(rain patering)
(distant door opens)
WOMAN: Don't tell me what to write!
That asshole's screaming for my attention
and I'm not going to give it to him.
I am being objective!
Listen, Harvey, you punctilious prick
you touch my column
and I'm coming down there and poking your eye out
with that little red pencil you like so much!
Harvey?
Shit!
Hey...
Hey.
Sorry I'm late.
No worries.
I'll wait in the car.
Have you got a moment, Ms. Keller?
Um, sure.
Call me Rachel.
Please, sit down.
He certainly is very independent, isn't he?
Oh, yeah, he sure is.
I never have to tell him to do anything.
Well, if that's a problem
you'd be the first teacher in history to say so.
Ms. Keller...
Rachel.
I know that Aidan recently lost
his cousin...
Yes, and I'm doing what I can
to find him some good daycare. It's just...
Oh, no, that's not what I meant.
By all means, take your time.
I know they were very close, Aidan and his cousin.
Yeah. They spent a few nights a week together.
Did he talk to you about her death?
Well, like you said, he's not the talkative type.
That doesn't mean he has nothing to say.
He knows I'm there.
Yes, I'm sure he does
but he may be expressing himself in... other ways.
I'd like to show you something.
That's his cousin.
That's Katie.
Ms. Keller... I'm bothered by these drawings.
Listen, I appreciate your concern
but my son lost his best friend three nights ago.
He's just trying to deal with it.
Yes, I understand, but these pictures...
Are Aidan's way of working it out...
of expressing himself, like you said.
(keys jingling)
He'll be okay.
You say she died three nights ago?
Yeah, that's right.
Aidan drew these last week.
~ ~
What?
Nothing.
Shall we read something?
I'm kind of tired.
Okay.
Sweet dreams.
We don't have enough time.
Oh, honey, I know I've been working a lot
and I'm sorry
but I promise you, I'm going to make it up to you.
I'm not talking about that.
I'm talking about time before we die.
You have lots of time.
So, you know when I'm going to die?
No.
No one does
but I know you don't have to worry about it.
Katie knew.
She told me.
Katie told you she was going to die?
She said she didn't have enough time.
Good night, Rachel.
(traffic passing)
RACHEL: Oh, shit!
(grunting)
Aidan...
Goddamn it!
Honey?!
Have you seen my black dress?
Aidan?
Have you seen my black...
dress?
It's a little wrinkled.
It's fine.
~ ~
Yeah. Thank you.
~ ~
Kids don't have strokes...
unless they're on drugs.
So, then, why the closed coffin?
Oh, Ruthie.
I'm so sorry.
(sniffles)
You all right, Dave?
Yeah, I'm fine.
How are you?
He sleeps all day.
He doesn't move.
(dish claters)
It's too much for him.
It doesn't make any sense, Rachel.
I spent four hours on the Internet
and I couldn't find one single case
of a 16-year-old girl's heart just stopping.
I spoke to three different doctors and not one of them
could tell me exactly what happened to my daughter.
(dish claters)
(water stops running)
She was close... (sniffles) with you.
And Aidan.
But she confided in you.
Yeah, but she never said anything...
nothing that would explain what happened.
But you could find out.
It's what you do, isn't it...
ask questions?
Rachel, please.
I saw her face.
TEENAGED GIRL: I knew Becca.
I mean, she was a little intense, but she wasn't crazy.
They don't put you in booties and a straightjacket
if you're just freaked out.
Something scared the shit out of her.
Hi.
(music playing softly)
So, who's in the mental hospital?
Becca...
Katie's friend.
Oh, right. She was the one who was...
There when it happened.
So, what do you think they were doing up there?
Oh, thanks.
I remember I was that age.
Me and my girlfriend used to
sneak up to my room, get high.
Do you think maybe she was into...?
TEENAGED BOY: It's not about that.
It's about the tape.
Kellen, don't even.
What tape?
The one that kills you when you watch it.
Oh, please.
What was on the tape?
I haven't seen it, obviously.
RACHEL: But Katie told you
she saw this tape?
Not Katie.
I heard it from her boyf...
You heard it from who?
She was dating this guy Josh.
He goes to Revere.
It was kind of a secret.
Kind of?
Where is he... Josh? Is-Is he here?
KELLEN: Josh is dead.
RACHEL: What?
What happened?
Supposedly, he killed himself...
the same night that Katie died.
~ ~
(eerie rumbling)
(rain falling outside)
Aidan... what are you doing in here?
Come on.
We shouldn't be in her room.
It's not her room anymore.
(rain continuing)
~ ~
(train rumbling)
(traffic passing)
(sighs)
(traffic passing)
RACHEL: 10:00 p.m.
~ ~
10:00 p.m.
RACHEL: Time of death, Wade
that's all I want to know.
The name's Katie Embrey.
Pull the report and read the time.
No, that's okay. I'll hold.
"Punctilious prick"?
Nice alliteration, huh?
You're fired.
No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
No, I'm not.
I'm cooking too good a story.
What is it?
Yeah, I'm still here.
Shh!
Okay, so what's the time of death?
~ ~
(music fades)
(bell dings)
(door creaks)
Hi. I was wondering...
Pick a card, any card.
Go ahead.
Okay, put it back.
Don't let me see it.
That your card?
No.
Damn.
I was wondering if you'd remember someone
from a week ago.
Was there a problem?
It's my niece.
She sort of ran out
on her parents.
No.
I have some photos here.
That's her and her friends.
I think they stayed here a night or so.
Yeah, they were in Cabin 12.
They didn't pay.
Had a number of complaints, about the TV, mainly.
Uh, reception's never good here.
That's why we bought
tape players for videos.
Quite a selection.
(scoffs)
Mostly they're hand-me-downs
left by other guests.
Anyway, they didn't pay.
And kids like that sometimes don't.
Miss?
You know, I'm kind of tired.
I'm thinking I might take a nap before I drive back.
(sniffles)
I'll take Cabin 12.
Hey.
This is your card, right?
That's it.
(insects chirping)
~ ~
(electronic whirring)
(static)
(sighs)
(eerie humming and whining)
(whining stops)
(woman singing softly)
(eerie rumbling, hissing)
(gurgling)
(piercing whine)
(crackling)
(whine continues)
(static)
(whining fades)
(flute playing softly)
(eerie rumbling, hissing)
(static)
(wind blowing hollowly)
(static)
(electronic whirring)
(phone ringing)
(breathing heavily)
GIRL (whispering): Seven days.
(breathing shakily)
~ ~
(rain pelting)
(zipping)
I'm going to school.
(breathing shakily)
(door closes)
Hold up.
(rain patering on umbrella)
RACHEL: What do you think?
MAN: Well, it's a pretty cool effect.
What does this have to do with the tape?
Take my picture.
(whirring)
Are you going to look at me
at least?
(camera beeps)
This the same camera?
No. Scan the rest.
(beeping)
So, what do you think?
Well, look, I thought you said this was about a tape.
(sighing)
I'm thinking maybe you shouldn't see it.
(chuckling)
No, I should know more about it first.
Well, isn't that why I'm here?
So you can benefit from my wisdom?
Four kids are dead, Noah.
Not from watching a videotape.
(clock ticking)
Come on, show it to me.
(eerie humming and whining)
(high-pitched screeching)
(traffic hum)
(man's deep laughter)
~ ~
(romantic music playing distantly)
(TVsports announcer shouting)
(indistinct dialogue on TV)
(door slides open)
Roll credits.
That was very student film.
I'm sure it's a lot... scarier at night.
(phone ringing)
(breathing shakily)
(ringing continues)
You going to get that?
(ringing continues)
(ringing stops)
So, you been working a lot?
I'm not tired, Noah.
Okay.
That tape didn't scare you?
No, not really. Sorry.
Four people are dead.
Yeah, but like I said, not from watching...
Four people who watched it.
Come on, we watched it.
We're hanging.
It... takes a week.
Right. Yeah, I'm just going to go downtown.
I got to pick up some cameras from this guy
and then I got to prep this thing
that I may end up doing next week.
- Noah... - Hmm?
Would you say that I'm gullible?
No.
Easily rattled?
Definitely not.
I mean, you're a little
highly strung maybe.
And you ain't much of a dresser.
Who made it?
Where'd it come from?
All right.
Make me a copy. I'll see what I can do.
Thanks.
Yeah.
(door closes)
~ ~
(beep)
(phones ringing, typewriters clacking)
(whirring)
(eerie humming and whining)
(woman singing softly)
(blipping, whirring)
~ ~
(slight static burst)
(whirring)
You sure this is a copy?
Yeah, why?
The numbers are all screwed up.
The same problem got copied, I guess.
That's impossible.
The numbers of the control track
they put on the tape whenever it's recorded
which means theoretically, there shouldn't be any images.
Hey, Noah, can you pretend for one minute
that I don't read Video Geek Magazine?
Okay, when you record a tape
the makeup of the tracks is like a signature
for whatever did the recording
like a camcorder, VCR, whatever.
So the control track could tell us where it came from.
But to not have one...
I mean, that's like being born without fingerprints.
Then, how did this get recorded?
I don't know.
But I'm going to find out.
NOAH: All right, take a look.
You should be able to see the camera here
in the reflection.
The angle's straight on, but you don't.
Hmm. What's that?
It looks like she's walking away
whoever she is.
No, I mean up there at the top.
Oh, no, that's just the tracking.
I can fix that.
Whup, sorry.
Wait, go back.
There's something there.
Yeah, you're right.
- There's more picture. - Hold on.
I'm going to stretch the alignment.
Yeah, it's working.
Yeah, it won't go any further.
Okay, keep going.
No, no, no, no, let me do it.
Wait, it won't go any further.
It won't go any further! Get...
- Let me do it. - Shit!
Oh...
(door opens)
Hey, Noah
I picked up the cameras.
They're in really good shape.
Did you see the reprints I did
of that Guatemala stuff?
'Cause they came out kind of...
overexposed.
You working?
This is a friend, Rachel Keller.
She writes for the "P.I."
Rachel, this is Beth, my assistant.
Well, I prefer "partner in crime."
(all chuckling)
She's a journalism student at Kirkland, actually.
Well, I'll stay out of your way.
I'm not even here.
Rachel is researching a story. It's this video hoax.
It's sort of interesting. So you know video.
Why don't you come take a look at this thing with the tracking.
RACHEL: You know, I'm late.
I really should go.
Yeah, but why are you taking...?
I got to go.
It's good to meet you.
(elevator grinding)
So you're taking the tape?
I don't want her to see it.
Whoa. You don't want her to see it?
What about me seeing it?
You had no problem showing it to me.
I did have a problem.
You're angry.
I'm not angry.
Oh, no? What are you then?
In a hurry.
(scoffs)
Look, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to get all worked up
over some high school rumor.
What are you thinking?
I'm thinking this is the part where I say
"You're a flake, never finishes anything."
Then you say I'm "an obsessive bitch.
Needs to lighten up."
Then I storm out
all pissed off, kicking myself for ever thinking
that you could just...
grow up.
So, why don't we just cut to that part right now
and save ourselves a lot of grief?
All right.
Bye.
(eerie rumbling)
Watch out, missy.
Bad luck. You don't need that.
(wheels squeaking and clicking)
(squeaking continues)
(game show plays on TV)
(squeaking continues)
Becca?
Becca.
We're almost there.
HOST (on TV): Summer, actually.
So circle gets that square.
We take a break, while you check this out.
This is how you can be part...
RACHEL: Do you remember anything
about that night...
that night with Katie?
Do you remember...
how she died?
Becca?
She told you about a videotape, didn't she?
She was afraid, wasn't she?
Something was happening to her.
Becca...
how did she die?
Please.
I need to know.
And you will.
She'll show you.
Who?
Who will show me?
Not now.
Four days.
WOMAN: Yeah, well, your home VCRs
will give you a tracking window
but they won't let you stretch it.
There's no point, really, unless you're talking restoration.
Archives will come in here
with these crummy old tapes sometimes.
Tracks totally shot... servos can't line them up.
But the big box here's a warhorse.
Totally analog.
She'll read to the very edge of your tape.
Just don't force her or she'll get pissy with you.
Your tracking, your monitor, your printer, if you need it.
So, uh...
what are we watching, home movies or something?
I'd really rather watch it alone.
Really.
Whatever.
(whirring)
(sighs heavily)
Come on...
(soft high-pitched humming)
Come on.
(humming intensifies)
Lighthouse.
Shit.
Hello? Somebody?
(tape deck whirring)
(grunting softly)
Damn.
(slow whirring)
~ ~
Something you needed help with?
(fly buzzes)
Hey, you... you got a... ya...
Well, that seems to be the lot of it.
Thank you.
(pages turning)
(sighing)
~ ~
"Moesko Island."
(keys clacking)
(sighs quietly)
(mouse clicks)
(eerie rumbling)
(printer whirring)
"Anna Morgan."
~ ~
Oh, my God.
(books and papers thudding)
(grunting)
~ ~
"Mysterious Sickness Strikes Morgan Ranch Horses.
"Investigators search for answers
after second horse drowning."
(eerie rumbling)
(rhythmic clicking)
(whispering): "Anna Morgan."
"Horses Recovering After Breeder's Suicide."
(rapid scratching)
"...suffered from hallucinations."
"Eola... County Psychiatric."
(intense scratching)
What happened to you, Anna?
~ ~
Pack of Double Lights. Thanks, Lani.
(register beeps)
$15.33.
You're gonna die.
My cousin was two packs a day.
Used the patch... never looked back.
All right, well, I'll keep that in mind.
Have a nice day.
You, too.
(eerie rumbling)
(indistinct arguing in background)
(unearthly whistling)
(sighs heavily)
(keys clank)
(static hisses on TV)
(shrieks)
(anxious laugh)
Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
Uh... mmm... no. No problem.
Everything okay?
Oh, yeah. He was an angel.
L-I... went in to tell him that it was bedtime
and he was already under the covers.
And then he read me a bedtime story.
Um... (clears throat)
He learned the word "conundrum."
Really?
Yeah. And then... he drew my picture.
Well, here you go.
Thanks.
Sure.
(rain falling outside)
(rainfall continues)
(door creaking)
Hey, Ruthie, it's me.
I'm sorry to call so late, but I need a favor.
I have to go upstate to do this story
and I need you to watch Aidan for me.
RUTHIE (on phone): Oh, Rachel, I don't know.
How long will you be gone?
It's just for two days, I promise.
This isn't the best time for me.
(coughing)
Rachel? Rachel, are you there?
Hold on a sec... Sorry.
(coughing and gasping)
Rachel?
Is this about Katie?
(retching)
(retching and gasping)
Ruthie...
(eerie rumbling)
(gasping)
Aidan?
(eerie rumbling)
(unearthly screeching)
(gasping)
(panting)
(panting slows)
(rainfall outside)
(deep rumbling)
(grunts)
No!
(static hissing)
Why, baby, why? Why?!
I couldn't sleep.
Who is she, Rachel?
(phone ringing)
(ringing stops)
(gasping)
(ringing)
Leave him alone!
NOAH (on phone): Rachel?
(sobs)
Noah...
L-Listen to me. R-Rachel...
I need to talk to you, okay?
I...
I believe you.
Rachel, you there?
(quiet sobbing)
He... He watched the tape.
Who? Who watched it?
(sobs)
Our son.
(unearthly whistling)
(rain patering)
You took my picture.
I've seen you.
When I'm in the yard at school.
You're there.
You wish I was around more?
No.
Do you want to be around more?
Rachel and I were...
Young.
Mom's told me that story.
The thing is, I...
I don't think I'd make a good father.
Maybe it was because my own was...
such a... disappointment.
Thing is, I don't want anyone else to do it, either.
Be your father.
It's a conundrum.
(laughs)
Yeah, it is.
(paper crackling)
(pages turning)
(rain falling)
(door opening)
Time to go, mister.
I'm not finished.
Noah said to make one for you.
RACHEL: You could almost draw
a line through her life.
On one side, there's this happy woman
who spends her time with her husband, riding horses
everything sheltered, protected and comfortable.
Her face, there's... light, there's pride.
And then, one day, something happens
and she takes this hard corner
and the light... goes out
and then she ends up at Eola County Psychiatric
all alone.
NOAH: What happened to her?
I don't know yet
but I think it has something to do with the horses.
It think we should go to the island together.
It's Tuesday, Noah.
I only have one day left.
I need you to go to the hospital
and find out as much as you can about Anna.
The images on the tape are leading us somewhere.
Katie saw them all, too.
I think... before you die
you see the ring.
(wipers clacking)
Shit!
Hey, Rach! Wait!
(rain splatering)
(bell clanging)
(ferry engine roaring)
~ ~
A daughter?
~ ~
(ferry engines rumbling smoothly)
(footsteps approaching)
(chuckles softly)
Hey, you.
(nickers)
Ooh.
It's okay.
I'm not going to hurt you.
Yeah.
Easy, boy.
(nickering)
That's it.
(whinnying nervously)
Hey, boy.
I'm not going to hurt you.
(whinnying frantically)
It's okay. Calm down.
(whinnying)
Somebody!
(whinnies)
(whinnying)
Jesus Christ!
(whinnies)
Somebody help!
(grunting)
Daddy, my horse!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
(horse whinnying)
He's going out!
Over here!
Whoa! Whoa! Easy!
Come on.
(snorting)
(yelling)
(whinnying)
No, down! No!
(grunting and gasping)
(snorting)
(whinnying)
(gasps)
(whimpering)
(whinnying)
(panting)
~ ~
(screaming)
(horn blowing)
(speaking indistinctly)
I need to see the records
for a patient named Anna Morgan.
Are you a relative?
Well, no.
I'm sorry, sir.
We're a mental health facility.
Our records are private.
Well, she's been dead 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.
MAN: Nice try.
The record rooms are downstairs, guy.
(chuckles softly)
You win.
(grunting)
Jerk off!
~ ~
(fly buzzing)
~ ~
Are you in here, Anna?
~ ~
Hello?
~ ~
(eerie rumbling)
~ ~
(hammering)
(hammering continuing)
Excuse me, Mr. Morgan.
I was wondering if you'd have a moment to speak with me.
My name's Rachel Keller.
I'm a writer with the "Seattle P.I."
You want to know about the horses.
I didn't mean to...
It's just I wasn't able to find a number to reach you.
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 around here, really...
but I guess I got a few.
So, what is it you're writing, miss?
About horses in general
or just those that go strange?
I read you had to put so many down.
Most put themselves down.
They drowned.
How'd they get out?
They just broke
through the fences and ran to the shore.
So, they went crazy?
It would seem so, yes...
or maybe they just sense things before we do.
So, where are your horses now?
I don't breed anymore.
I guess you wouldn't...
not after what happened.
That must've been hard... on both of you...
you and your wife.
(thunder rumbling)
I'm sorry, miss, what's your name again?
Rachel.
Well, Rachel...
you want to 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'd you get that?
Shelter Mountain Inn.
Is that the only one?
I made a copy.
(sighs)
I've got a lot of work to do today...
a lot of acres out there.
Minute I think I'm done with one thing...
...another thing needs fixing.
You don't want to see this tape?
You're not even curious?
Curious?
No. I don't think so.
Mr. 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 person's tragedy
and force the world to experience it...
spread it like sickness.
Mr. Morgan...
Tell me, miss...
what is it you think you know?
Then leave it alone.
(slams)
(sighs)
~ ~
(rope creaking)
~ ~
(banging)
(whispering): Anna.
"Anna Morgan's...
...Hallucinations"?
What's wrong with you?
"'65, conceived."
"'65, miscarriage."
"'66, conceived."
"'66, miscarriage."
Christ, she wouldn't give up.
(file falls on floor)
~ ~
"Sessions terminated... at father's request.
See Video Record S-M-0-1-5."
(phone ringing)
(grinding furiously)
RUTH: Aidan?
Aidan, it's your mom.
(Aidan over telephone): Hi, Mom.
Honey, the house you drew for me...
Uh-huh?
...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?
Because 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.
(whispering): She lives in a dark place now.
(clock ticking)
(puzzle pieces clicking)
(ticking loudly)
(puzzle pieces clicking)
(door opening)
WOMAN: You're getting a little old
to be crabbing out there, Cal.
Your body's about outlived its warranty, you know.
You ain't exactly the catch of the day.
Oh... let's see you catch one better!
CAL: Yeah...
Good afternoon.
I'm Dr. Grasnik.
I think he 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.
Um... have you lived here long?
Born and raised.
Only doctor on the island.
Then you know the Morgans and their daughter.
Do you know their daughter?
(clock ticking continuing)
What's this about?
Look, I'm sorry.
L-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... 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.
(squeaking loudly)
She wanted a child more than anything.
Poor Anna.
They tried hard for years
but sometimes it's just not meant to be.
Then one winter, they went away.
When they came back
it was with Samara.
Adopted, they said.
Never did say from where.
Said the mother had 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'd been burned inside her...
and it only happened
around Samara...
that the girl put them there.
(merry-go-round squeaking continues)
Were you Samara's doctor, too?
Was there anything wrong with her?
You mean medically?
I mean whatever you mean.
(squeaking continuing)
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 can you not know?
We've been through...
a lot of hard years out here...
mean winters...
small hauls, no fish...
and that was long before the horses.
See, when you live on an island
you catch a cold, it's everybody's cold.
No offense, ma'am
but what the hell does that mean?
It means ever since that girl's been gone
things have been better.
(squeaking continuing)
MAN: 1978.
Man, we're really going back in time, here.
Yeah, the lady at reception said it should still be here.
Should be. You say you're the patient's father, right?
Yep. Richard Morgan, that's me.
What is your secret?
Diet and exercise, man.
No shit!
Yeah, that'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 want to watch it.
I'm responsible for every file tape in here.
I have a system... and I don't want anyone
disarranging it.
I'd never... disarrange...
Long as we understand each other.
Okay, now I'm mad.
Does it say who was the last person to watch it?
Yeah.
It was you.
Come on, come on!
(cell phone beeping)
(man over phone): The mobile unit you've called
is not responding or is outside the coverage area.
You piece of shit!
(beeping)
(sighs)
Come on, Rachel.
(crickets chirping)
Hello?
(door creaking)
Mr. Morgan?
~ ~
Mr. Morgan?
~ ~
(doors ratling)
(eerie rumbling)
(inhales slowly)
(exhales slowly)
(clock ticking)
(ticking continues)
(gasps)
(shudders)
(tape machine whirring)
MAN (on tape): This is SM0015
Samara Morgan, hour 14.
Good. Very good.
So, what is it that's keeping you awake?
You must sleep sometime.
Do 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...
and then...
they just... are.
MAN: 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.
But you don't want to hurt her anymore, now, do you?
You don't want to 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 want to 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?
(static hissing)
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, and when your wife...
My wife was not supposed to have a child!
Mr. Morgan...
What are you doing?
The whispers... you could hear them all the time.
At night. In your sleep.
Even the damn horses.
Mr. Morgan, come out of there.
And those pictures.
Oh, Good Christ.
The things she'd show you.
She's still showing them.
And she'll 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...
No!
(screaming)
No!
Rachel! Shh! Shh!
It's all right!
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
It's okay. It's okay.
You're okay.
Shh, shh, shh!
You're okay.
You okay?
NOAH: Oh, Jesus.
(gasping)
SAMARA: 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.
(doors creaking)
(crickets chirping)
~ ~
(whispering): Samara...
~ ~
He kept her here.
Her mother was going crazy.
Morgan blamed the child.
So he kept her here.
Alone.
Not alone.
~ ~
Rachel...
There's something under here.
It looks like it's etched into the wood.
Or burned.
(wallpaper ripping)
~ ~
I've seen this tree before.
Yeah, it was on the tape.
No.
I've been there.
Shelter Mountain.
~ ~
RACHEL: The sun came through the leaves,
lit them up like it was on fire.
Right at sunset.
Right when I watched the tape.
That was a week ago.
(sighs heavily)
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.
We'll figure this 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?
There's something in this room!
I mean, it's in this phone!
It's in this television!
Come on!
Tell us now, why don't you?!
(grunts)
(clatering)
Noah...
Iook.
(clacking)
~ ~
(grunting with effort)
(grunting)
(Noah panting)
(eerie rumbling)
(stone scraping)
(both panting)
Aw, Jesus.
How far down do you think it goes?
I can't see anything.
(staticky blurts)
We should drop something.
(static hissing)
(scraping)
(both breathing deeply)
(rock hiting botom)
Do you think she's down there?
Shh...
(deep rumbling)
(squeaking)
(thunderous whooshing)
(screaming)
(echoing): Rachel!
(fly buzzing)
(water gurgling and bubbling)
(gasping)
Rachel!
(Rachel coughing and gasping)
Rachel!
I'm here!
I'm all right!
(quietly): I think.
I'll go find something to get you out!
Hurry!
(gasping)
(water dripping)
(gasping)
(eerie screeching)
Noah?
(stone scraping)
(grunting)
Noah?
Noah!
(static blips)
(grunting)
(eerie rumbling)
(yells)
Oh!
(gasping)
(panting)
(eerie screaming)
(Samara singing)
~ Here we go ~
~ The world is spinning ~
~ When it stops, it's just beginning. ~
ANNA: Isn't it beautiful here, Samara?
So peaceful.
I know things will get better.
(breath quivering)
All I ever wanted was you.
(eerie rumbling)
(low rumbling)
(gasps)
(panting)
She was still alive.
Where did you go?
(gasping)
(panting)
It's okay now.
It's okay.
NOAH: Rachel!
Rachel, the sun's set!
The sun has set!
It's past sunset.
Do you hear me?
It's past sunset!
Rachel?
Rachel, are you there?
(shivering)
I'm here.
(frogs croaking)
(speaking indistinctly)
They're going to 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 want to go home.
~ ~
I can't imagine being stuck down a well all alone like that.
How long could you survive?
Seven days.
You could survive for seven days.
~ ~
(rain falling)
~ ~
Come on.
Hey.
~ ~
Why don't you just call me sometime?
Unless you're renting a movie.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
Call me tomorrow...
...and the day after that.
~ ~
(murmurs)
Rachel?
Hmm?
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?
Mm-hmm.
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 going to hurt you.
She...
Don't you understand, Rachel?
She never sleeps.
(TVstatic blaring)
(static continuing)
(static stops)
(static hissing)
(ringing)
(ringing through)
Pick up the phone, Noah.
Come on, pick up.
(phone ringing)
(static hissing)
(ringing continuing)
~ ~
(ringing continuing)
(eerie whirring)
(ringing continuing)
(tires squealing)
RACHEL: Come on, Noah!
Pick up the goddamn phone!
(horn honking)
(tires squealing)
(trickling)
(phone ringing)
(gasping)
(ringing continuing)
(gasping)
(grunting)
(ringing continuing)
(grunting)
(screaming)
(static blaring)
(brakes squealing)
(panting)
~ ~
Come on!
(phone ringing)
(static hissing)
(ringing continuing)
(ringing through)
(static hissing continues)
(glass crunching)
(hissing continues)
(sighs)
(screaming)
(screaming echoing)
(panting and crying)
(thud)
(elevator whirring)
(sobbing)
Go to your room!
Now!
(breathing anxiously)
What do you want?
What do you want?!
What do you want from me?
(crying)
(sobbing)
Why not me?
What did I do that he didn't?
(crying stops)
(fire crackling)
~ ~
(echoing): She just wanted to be heard.
He wants me to go away.
My wife was not supposed to have a child!
ANNA: All I ever wanted was you.
AIDAN: Don't you understand, Rachel?
But he doesn't know.
She never sleeps.
MORGAN: You take one person's tragedy
and force the world to experience it.
You spread it like sickness.
MAN: You don't want to hurt anyone.
But I do.
And I'm sorry.
It won't stop.
RACHEL: I made a copy.
Push it in.
"Play."
Push.
(high-pitched electronic whining)
It's going to keep killing, isn't it?
She'll never stop.
Don't worry, sweetie.
You're going to be okay.
What about the person we show it to?
What happens to them?
(static hissing)
(static blaring)
(music box playing)
CHILD: ~ Here we go ~
~ The world is spinning ~
~ When it stops ~
~ It's just beginning ~
~ Sun comes up ~
~ We laugh and we cry ~
~ Sun goes down ~
~ And then we all die. ~ 