Lady in White Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1988
- 113 min
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this new ski cap, and....
Oh, no.
-What's the matter?
-I must've lost it.
-What do you mean?
-I put it in my pocket, and now it's gone.
It probably fell out in the cloakroom.
How much you wanna bet?
I'm going home.
-Where's he going?
-I don't know.
Wait a minute!
-Where're you going? What about your hat?
-I'll get it tomorrow.
I can't go back in there now.
So what? The door's still open.
Besides if Williams the janitor gets it...
he might give it
to one of those n*gger kids he's got.
-The word is "Negro," Donald.
-Sorry, "Negro, Donald."
Forgot that you're in love with one.
I mean, that's what she looks like to me
with all that Brillo hair.
Whose hair?
Who do you think, lover boy?
Mary Ellen Paio.
I wish I were in love.
I'm going to get my cap.
-Donald, get up, man.
-What is it?
-Come on.
-Where'd he go?
-He went back in the room.
-Come on.
-Yeah!
-All right.
Hey, guys! What's going on?
Hey, guys. Let me out of here.
were soothingly familiar...
even in those unfamiliar surroundings.
And it wasn't long before I drifted to sleep...
comforted by their ancient voices.
And I began to dream.
I dreamt of my mother's funeral.
Frankie.
-Marianna, is dinner almost ready?
-Yeah, Mom, I'm hungry.
Okay, just a minute, guys.
Show me your stuff.
There you are. Come over here, you.
Look at this. It's finished.
Try it on. Here.
Let's see.
You look very handsome.
Don't leave.
It was All Hallows Eve, and I...
still locked behind the cloakroom door...
suddenly felt a wind
sweep through the darkness...
chilling me to the bone.
Where is it? Where's my present?
Where did you hide it this time?
Of course I know
who gave me this dress. You did.
I know your favorite song, too.
Have you ever seen a dream walking?
Well, I did!
Did you ever hear a dream talking?
Well, I did!
Because you're always singing it,
that's how I know.
Did you ever see a dream
Who are you?
I'm scared now.
No, I don't want to play anymore.
I want my mommy. I want to go home.
No. Don't hurt her.
Don't.
Mommy!
Please, don't.
Who are you?
What do you know?
I got locked in.
My friends locked me in after school, and--
becoming faint, more distant.
I was dying.
I could feel my eyes close shut
and yet I continued to see.
I saw my father waiting for me
to return home from school...
worriedly dialing numbers
to try and locate me.
I saw my brother Geno, sadly sifting
through my toys and clothes...
and finding the love letter
I'd written to Mary Ellen.
Why didn 't I give it to her?
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