Dolls

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Hey, wait!

- Banker!

- You brat!

A**hole.

Baby, you almost hit them.

You want me to go back

and try a second time?

Where are we, anyway?

I thought you

were in charge of the maps.

Maps bore me.

And now, for the weather.

For the weekend,

the outlook is for clear skies...

with temperatures in the mid-60s.

Clear conditions are expected

to prevail well into the week.

And now, back to our music.

I don't like the look

of these clouds up ahead.

Maybe we should pull over.

Where? A nearby cave?

- This is incredible.

- What?

Isn't this something, baby?

Oh, God!

Come on.

- Well?

- Okay.

Piece of sh*t!

Couldn't get the Rolls, could you?

Try it again.

God damn it! All right.

- God damn it!

- Careful of the mud, dear.

Jesus Christ!

Daddy, stop swearing.

Mommy says it's not nice to swear.

Shut up.

- But Mommy says...

- Well, Mommy's not here now.

- But...

- Judith.

Rosemary.

That's "Mama Rosemary. "

You're not my mother.

Thank God.

I could use

a little help out here, dearest.

Unless you plan on levitating

this thing, I think it's here to stay.

Damn.

Daddy.

- I'm gonna kill that kid.

- Stand in line.

It looks like

the storm's kicking up again.

I think we should just

leave the car and split.

- This whole road could flood out.

- You want me to walk?

Not far. Just down the road, look.

Hon, that means shelter.

Maybe we can make it

before the rain starts up again.

Lovely vacation you planned.

Leave that thing here.

Teddy and I go everywhere

together. We're best friends.

- Come on.

- Not this time, tootsie.

You'll travel faster solo.

Teddy'll get you for that.

Oh, God!

- Oh, sh*t!

- Teddy!

No!

Daddy.

Oh, Teddy.

Quit moaning about

that toy and get moving.

What is holding you two up?

Your kid is daydreaming again.

All right.

What is it this time, Judy?

Ghosts? Goblins?

Little green men on pie-plates?

Jeez, I don't know what kind of

crap your mother's been feeding you.

Holy cow!

Look at this place.

Not exactly a four-star hotel.

- Come on, short stuff.

- Come on!

Knock.

- Maybe they left because of the storm.

- Maybe.

Suppose they

know something we don't.

Suppose this

place is flooding out.

Suppose they left for higher ground.

- Suppose we're trapped here! Suppose...

- Suppose you shut up.

What?

I said, I suppose they shut

up this place because of the storm.

- Hello?

- Knock again.

- We can get in this way.

- That's breaking and entering.

Who's going to arrest

us out here? Count Dracula?

Come on.

- Come on.

- No.

- Your hand.

- Sorry.

- This coat is ruined.

- Sorry.

Watch your step.

This looks like a warehouse.

There's got to be a light switch

around here somewhere.

- Nice going.

- I got scared.

What did you see this time?

Much as we love visitors...

we do prefer

them to use the front door.

But the front door's

locked and no one answered.

- And we were awfully wet.

- Oh, poor dear.

Got taken unawares by the storm?

They do arise

rather suddenly around here.

All right. Come on up.

Come up and get warm.

- Thank you.

- Thank you very much.

What's the matter?

Afraid of the dark?

No, afraid of

what's in the dark.

She's always

daydreaming. Seeing things.

You have an active imagination?

- I suppose.

- That's good.

Then you've

come to the right house.

That you have.

Come into the kitchen.

We have the stove on.

This old house

gets clammy when it rains.

Wow!

I'll get a hot meal inside you,

then give you a tour of the house, okay?

Okay.

What's the matter, my dear?

Just my imagination.

I've never seen a storm like this.

Yes, they are quite fierce.

Strangers never seem to see them coming.

Not that we get many tourists around here.

People do frighten of the forests

and the violent storms.

- But we like them, don't we, my dear?

- Oh, yes.

This can be the

most exciting place to live.

- You're kidding me.

- Hilary and I... Where are my manners?

I'm Gabriel Hartwicke,

and this is my wife, Hilary.

David Bower. This is my

wife, Rosemary, and my daughter...

Judy.

That's not my real mother.

My real mother lives in Boston.

Can it.

This will put a little meat

on your bones, dearie.

- You chose an unusual spot

for a vacation. - Tell me about it.

Unusual, but

rich in adventure and beauty.

- How do you stand the weather?

- We're used to these storms.

They're almost magical.

They seem to go on and on.

It's like one long night.

Exactly, my dear.

The longest night in the world.

How quaint.

The weather brings out creativity.

It helps me in my work.

What kind of work is that? Witchcraft?

Close to it.

I'm a doll maker.

I make the most wonderful toys:

dolls, puppets, soldiers, ballerinas.

But nowadays, people seem to want

their playthings mass-produced.

Nobody wants dolls

that are special anymore...

- that are one-of-a-kind.

- I do.

Yes, I believe you do.

Judy, tell me,

one thing I've noticed about you.

You don't have a doll.

That doesn't seem natural to me.

A little girl without a doll

is somehow incomplete.

I had Teddy when

I left the car, but...

But the clumsy little

dear dropped him in the forest.

I dropped it in the forest.

That's a shame.

L can't replace Teddy.

But I can make sure

you have some company whilst you're here.

A very dear friend of mine.

I like him.

- Say hello to Mr. Punch.

- Hello, Mr. Punch.

Punch's partner's name is Judy.

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