Dead Silence Page #4

you have very smooth skin.

What's your secret?

Oh.

Well, that never works for me.

Friend of yours?

You said Mary Shaw

killed my wife.

Why would you say that?

Marion.

Marion, please!

(SHUSHING)

Yes, I know, I know...

What do you know

about Mary Shaw?

I didn't say anything! I...

You're... You're not

supposed to have that.

Where did you get that?

Maybe you can tell me.

(WHISPERING)

It's hers!

Who? Mary Shaw's?

(WHISPERING) We don't

say her name around here.

You don't say her name.

Well, why don't you try, huh?

It might just help me

find out who killed my wife.

There are things you remember, and

there are things you can't forget.

Like the look on that

woman's face when she died.

Her name was Mary Shaw, the

ventriloquist who lost her voice.

Back when I was a boy, those were

the glory days of Ravens Fair,

and the town built itself

a grand old theater,

the Guignol Theater,

out on Lost Lake.

I only ever went there once.

Where is Billy?

Billy!

Where are you, Billy?

BILLY:

You won't find me, Mother!

(BILLY LAUGHING)

I knew

you were hiding out there!

You, there!

Could you check

under your seat for me?

He's here!

Would you mind

bringing him to me?

Good boy.

Say thank you.

Thank you, Henry.

Is that right, young man?

Is your name Henry?

Well, I guess my boy's

had his eye on you.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

Now, why did you

run away, Billy?

Don't I treat you well?

Oh, yes, you're the best

mother I could ever hope for!

It's just that it gets so

dusty inside that little box,

it makes me want to...

- Want to what?

- Want to...

Want to...

(SNEEZING)

(EXHALING)

Oh, Billy!

You sneezed all over my shoe!

(GASPING)

I'm sorry, Mother.

I can't help it.

MICHAEL:
I can see

your lips moving!

What?

Who said that?

I did. I can see it.

Her lips are moving.

What do you say

to that, Billy?

Young Michael here doesn't

think you're a real person!

What do you mean, Mother?

He thinks you're a dummy,

and that I'm doing

your voice for you.

But that can't be true!

There's no way you'd give me

all the good lines!

Forget about him, Billy!

There will always be doubters!

I don't want

to forget, Mother!

I think we should show

this boy just how real I am.

I'm just as real as him!

No.

I'm afraid we must go on with the show.

No! I'm as real as you are,

and I'll show you!

Leave him alone, Billy!

I'll show him

what it's like, Mother!

Listen to me! That's enough!

I'm as real as you!

- No more!

- Bring him up here!

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

Now who's the dummy?

Some weeks later, that disbelieving

little boy went missing.

Gone without a trace.

But I always felt that Mary

Shaw played some role in it.

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